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[sidekick-hero]

When I open my eyes to the future I can hear you say my name

(steddie | explicit | wc: 5151 | cw: none | written for @steddiemas prompt smutty sunday kink discovery | tags: modern au, PWP, Porn with Feelings, established relationship, mirror sex, fluff, this is very soft)

Summary: "Beautiful," he whispers again, and Eddie grabs his hand and brings it to his lips, kissing every fingertip before taking two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking them gently while holding Steve's gaze.

The light of the setting sun has almost disappeared, leaving a dim twilight that barely illuminates their bodies. Steve doesn't think he needs any light for this, he knows Eddie's body by heart, all his senses so attuned to him that the absence of one of them wouldn't make much of a difference. But then he happens to look past Eddie to the ceiling, and what he finds there makes his heart stutter in his chest.

A full-length mirror adorns their ceiling, reflecting their image perfectly.

He can't believe he hadn't seen it before, too caught up in his husband it seems. But now that he's seen it, he can't look away, can't stop drinking in the way they look in the faint light that still filters in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Getting away for a weekend of wellness at a spa has been the only thing that has kept Steve going for the past couple of weeks. He loves his job, he really does. But teaching a bunch of middle schoolers only to come home to his own little tornado of a four-year-old has taken its toll. Eddie isn't much better off, as he's been working extra shifts at his uncle's garage on the weekends since Wayne sprained his hand, and that, on top of his tattooing job, has left his husband exhausted as well.

The spa had been Robin and Chrissy's wedding anniversary gift, and Wayne's gift had been to take care of April while they were gone. Everyone thought it would be Steve who would have separation anxiety, that he’d be the one unable to relax knowing he was away from his daughter for three whole days.

But it's Eddie who is on the phone with Wayne once again, asking how their little love bug is doing. It's the third call since they got here two hours ago and Steve would be annoyed that his husband spends all his time on the phone instead of on him, but it's incredibly cute to see this overprotective side of Eddie. As Steve mellowed over the years, Eddie became more anxious at times. Steve had once asked him where the devil-may-care guy had gone, and Eddie had looked at the sleeping bundle in his arms and then at Steve with so much naked love that Steve had felt tears well up in his eyes. Eddie had told him: "This guy has something to lose now, and that scares the hell out of him."

"I trust you, Uncle Wayne. It's just..." He sighs and rubs a hand over his face. "I'm being silly, aren't I?" Eddie laughs at himself, obviously embarrassed. "Yeah, you're right, I should. Give April a kiss for us. Hear you tomorrow, okay? And call us if - fine, jeez, okay, I'll -" Eddie stops, pulls the phone from his ear and stares at it in disbelief before looking at Steve with the most offended expression on his face. "He just hung up on me! Can you believe that?"

Steve chuckles before clicking his tongue in mock offense. "He did now? Wow, so rude."

"Somehow I get the feeling you don't take me seriously, oh love of my life."

"What gives you that impression, oh light of my days and nights?"

They smile at each other, their faces glowing, and Steve wonders if you could die of happiness. Then Eddie grins, mischief in his eyes, and before Steve knows what's happening, he's running to the bed where Steve is lying and pouncing on him. The impact pushes the air out of him in a loud huff.

"Get off me, you barbarian."

Eddie cackles maniacally on top of him. "Barbarian, really? Is this some secret fantasy of yours, Stevie? Me ravaging you like a barbarian?"

Shaking with laughter beneath him, Steve shakes his head. "Not really. I saw you cry when you watched Babe with our daughter, who, I might mention, didn't shed a single tear. I don't think I'm buying the barbarian."

Eddie's hips settle between Steve's legs and he leans on his elbows next to Steve's head. He looks down at him and gives him a gentle kiss on the nose before snarking back at him. "Oh, excuse me for teaching our daughter that it's okay to have feelings and show them freely, Mr. Macho Man."

Instead of answering with words, Steve shows Eddie freely how much he feels by capturing his lips in a soft kiss. He takes his time, just pressing their mouths together in a silent sign of affection.

It's been a while since they've had time to indulge each other since they adopted April two years ago. Steve wouldn't trade their little girl for anything, but sometimes he misses the days when he and Eddie would spend all day in bed, fucking for hours and then falling asleep on top of each other, sticky and gross, only to wake up and do it all over again. Nowadays it's mostly quick fumblings in the dark, like teenagers still living under their parents' roof.

As usual, Eddie is on the same page as he is, his hands cupping Steve's face as he begins to move his lips languidly over Steve's, adding just a hint of tongue to ease the glide of their mouths against each other. It's Steve whose patience finally runs out, too eager and hungry to taste the man he's been with for almost a decade.

They kiss like this for what feels like hours, licking into each other's mouths, spit-slick lips coming together again and again, only parting for much needed air before finding each other again like magnets. At some point Steve's hands find their way under Eddie's shirt, gently tracing the muscles of his back, enjoying the feel of his soft skin under his fingertips. It makes Eddie sigh contentedly into his mouth and relax further into Steve's body. Everything around them has become soft and hazy, the sun just setting outside, bathing the hotel room in a warm orange glow.

Steve's eyes have been closed until now, just surrendering to Eddie and their kiss, but the changing light makes him open them. The sight that greets him takes his breath away.

"You're so beautiful," he tells Eddie, their lips just inches apart as he gets lost in the warm amber of his husband's eyes in the low light of the dying day. The smile he receives in return wrinkles the skin around those beloved eyes, and he drowns in the love he finds in them.

Holding Steve's face gently in the palm of his hand, Eddie traces the arc of his cheekbone with his thumb and brushes his nose against the other before capturing Steve's lips in another kiss.

"I love you, Steve Harrington-Munson."

"I love you more."

"I had to fall for a competitive ex-jock who always has to have the last word, huh?"

"Sounds like a you problem, dear."

By now they're both smiling so big it hurts, and finally the laughter bubbles up from their chests, mingling between them, filling the room with the sound of their happiness.

As it slowly fades, silence falls around them again as they look into each other's eyes, understanding passing between them without the need for words. The energy shifts from joyful and light to something heavier, thicker, as Eddie sits up and pulls off his shirt, revealing miles of pale skin adorned with tantalizing black ink. Steve reaches up to trace it reverently, as if he hasn't seen it a million times before.

"Beautiful," he whispers again, and Eddie grabs his hand and brings it to his lips, kissing every fingertip before taking two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking them gently while holding Steve's gaze.

The light of the setting sun has almost disappeared, leaving a dim twilight that barely illuminates their bodies. Steve doesn't think he needs any light for this, he knows Eddie's body by heart, all his senses so attuned to him that the absence of one of them wouldn't make much of a difference. But then he happens to look past Eddie to the ceiling, and what he finds there makes his heart stutter in his chest.

A full-length mirror adorns their ceiling, reflecting their image perfectly.

He can't believe he hadn't seen it before, too caught up in his husband it seems. But now that he's seen it, he can't look away, can't stop drinking in the way they look in the faint light that still filters in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Noticing the shift in Steve's attention, Eddie follows his gaze and turns to see whatever it is that has Steve so enraptured. His gasp is loud in the silent room as their eyes lock in the mirror, both their face taking on similar expressions of wonder and hunger at the picture before them. The picture they make.

"Fuck, Stevie, look at you. All laid out for me," Eddie breathes, his voice full of wonder. He sounds like he's never seen Steve disheveled and wanting before. In fact, he sounds just like the first time they made love so many years ago.

Without tearing his eyes away from where they are locked with Steve's in the mirror, Eddie's hand finds the bulge in his pants and begins to slowly massage it. It draws a needy moan from Steve, his hips bucking against the hand on him, and Eddie moans in sympathy as he feels the hot, hard flesh twitch. "You don't even know what you're doing to me, do you? Fuck, Stevie, baby, I got an idea. Trust me?"

Steve knows the tone, has heard those words more than a few times and it always ended with both of them worn out and deeply satisfied. Leaning up on his elbows, he gently bites Eddie's nipple to show him he's in, and his cock twitches again under Eddie's hand in eager anticipation. "Always. What do you want me to do?"

When Eddie tugs at the hem of his shirt, Steve instinctively lifts his arms, the dance of getting each other naked a familiar one. After quickly turning on the bedside lamp next to them, Eddie's mouth finds his again and this time their kiss tastes of excitement and hunger.

Whatever Eddie is planning, Steve can't wait.

He wants to watch them kiss in the mirror, strangely drawn to the image of them together, but the angle is all wrong and it's not worth breaking their kiss. But when their mouths part and Eddie begins to lick and suck and bite his way down Steve's body, Steve can't help but follow his movements in the mirror above them. It’s strangely mesmerizing to watch bruises bloom on his skin wherever Eddie worships his body with a single-minded determination he usually reserves to playing his sweetheart.

When he reaches the waistband of Steve's jeans, Eddie stops, his chin digging into the soft flesh of his stomach as he follows Steve’s gaze to where they are watching them in the mirror. “You like watching yourself while I get you off, don’t you, sweetheart.” It's not a question.

It's silly, but Steve feels called out by it, like he's been caught doing something naughty. It’s even worse that the feeling makes his cock twitch. It seems that being with Eddie, who's a kinky son of a bitch, has rubbed off on him. In more ways than the literal one.

It sounds defensive when he replies. "Who says I don't like watching you?"

Instead of answering right away, Eddie starts sucking another bruise in the supple flesh above his waistband, and Steve can't take his eyes off his own face in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes dark and shining in the lamplight, his mouth slightly open and panting, his lips swollen and wet from their shared spit. His hips keep shifting under the attention and the heat pooling in his stomach is quickly spreading.

The smug smile on Eddie's face as he catches Steve's eyes in the mirror tells him that Eddie knows exactly how turned on Steve's right now. "You can look at me anytime you want. But the look on your face right now, so needy and wanting. You don't usually get to see that, isn’t that right?” Eddie teases him further by biting his hipbone and another moan falls from Steve's mouth.

The smirk on Eddie’s face looks even better in the mirror. “It's hot, I know it is. That look on your face haunts my dreams since I first saw it, love. I get it.” And then, as he unbuttons Steve's jeans and slowly pulls down the zipper, his voice takes on a deeper tone as he commands, "Keep watching.”

So Steve does. He watches as Eddie pulls down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, watches as his own heavy cock slaps against his stomach, already so hard and leaking even though it has barely been touched. He marvels at the sight of his tanned skin flushed with arousal, the shifting of the muscles beneath, the fine hair dusting his creamy thighs, the thick bush of coarse dark hair around the base of his cock. It's mesmerizing, the rise and fall of his chest, the way his body shifts under Eddie's eager hands and a thick drop of pre-cum forms at the tip of his cock, catching the light before dripping down onto his stomach, adding to the small pool already gathering there.

"Beautiful." Eddie's voice is reverent as he says this and his broad hands slide up Steve's bare thighs to his hipbones, almost worshipful. Then he leans down, nuzzling the hot flesh of Steve's cock and sticking out his tongue to lap up some of the wetness gathered under the head before taking him into his mouth. It draws a moan from Steve, his hips bucking involuntarily at the sensation of wet heat around the sensitive flesh.

Eddie chokes around him, obviously not expecting the way Steve shoves himself down his throat with the motion. But instead of pulling away it only spurs Eddie on and he slides down further, taking Steve deeper and deeper until his nose is buried in the thick patch of dark hair at the base of his cock.

Overwhelmed by the sensation of Eddie's mouth on him, Steve moans brokenly. It's not the first time, hell, it's not even the hundredth, but seeing it in the mirror above and feeling it at the same time has him shaking with need. Eddie swallows around him and Steve feels his throat tighten with the movement, a long fuck followed by Eddie's name the only reaction he allows himself. Part of him wants to move, to slide in and out of Eddie's throat, to fuck his mouth like he would his ass. But a bigger part of him wants to let Eddie take control and just watch, like a voyeur of his own pleasure.

He never thought that watching them fuck in a mirror would be like this. To be honest, he never even contemplated it before, and if he had, he would have thought that he would be into it a normal amount. But normal is the last thing he feels about the whole thing.

Then Eddie finally starts to move, slowly bobbing his head on Steve's length, his tongue sliding up and down the underside of his cock. Eddie is on his stomach between Steve's legs, his hands on Steve's thighs for balance, and Steve marvels at the broad expanse of his back. It's mesmerizing, the way his shoulder blades move as he goes up and down, making the dragon tattooed on them look like it's moving, ready to take flight. Or the way his hips keep shifting, the muscles in his ass clenching subtly as he humps the bed to take some of the pressure off his own cock. It's watching himself that's new and exciting, but he'd be lying if he said that watching Eddie pleasure himself from this angle didn't add fuel to the fire in his veins.

Every time only the head of Steve's cock is in his mouth, Eddie looks up at the mirror and his eyes find Steve's. The dark brown of them is almost completely swallowed by his pupils, like the inky black eyes of a demon, and the lock in them is wicked. He knows exactly what this is doing to Steve, can feel it in the way Steve's cock twitches and his balls are pulled tight against his body, already as close to coming as a virgin getting his first blow job.

And that's when Eddie suddenly pulls away from him.

Steve is not proud of the whimper that falls from his throat, but he was so fucking close, his pleasure about to peak with surprising speed. But now, as the air of the room hits the wet skin of his spit slicked cock, his climax is already out of reach.

With gentle hands rubbing up and down his thighs, Eddie soothes him. "I know, baby, I know. But as much as I love you coming down my throat, I want you to see how beautiful you look when you're coming on my cock."

"Oh God."

"Thought so," Eddie chuckles. "I'll be right back."

True to his word, Eddie only gets up from the bed to shed his remaining clothes, presenting Steve with even more pale, inked skin and the mouthwatering sight of his hard and heavy cock before he walks over to their unpacked bags to rifle through them. As he squats down to do so, Steve gives him a low and teasing whistle and Eddie looks at him over his shoulder with a lascivious wink before turning back to the task at hand. Steve still clocked his goofy grin which matches the one on his own face. He never had a lover he could laugh with as much as with Eddie, no matter how kinky or filthy they fucked.

Seconds later, Eddie finds what he's looking for: a bottle of lube. Before Steve can blink, Eddie is back between his spread legs, but instead of resuming his earlier position, he shuffles forward on his knees and hooks his arms under Steve's thighs to lift them onto his own, Steve's ankles crossed behind his back. The heat in Eddie's eyes as he sees Steve splayed out in front of him sends goosebumps up and down Steve's body.

Even after almost a decade, Eddie has this intense way of looking at him, like he would devour him whole if he could. Like he's never wanted anything more in his life than Steve, and Steve has no idea how to live without that feeling. He hopes he never has to find out, and that even when they're old and having geriatric sex, Eddie will still look at him like that.

Steve is so lost in the look on Eddie's face that he doesn't even notice his husband opening the bottle of lube and coating his fingers with it. It's only the slightly cold sensation of the lube-slicked fingers as they tease his rim that alerts him to the next phase of Eddie's plan.

"As much as I love to have your eyes on me, I need you to look up in the mirror. I want you to see what I see every time I get to have you like this."

As always, Steve can only comply when Eddie's voice gets like this, his voice soft and deep, but also firm. Knowing exactly what they both need. It's not that he's always in charge, quite the opposite. Often it's Steve who takes him apart, who uses his voice as well as his hands on Eddie until he's a needy mess writhing on the sheets. But God, he loves it when Eddie takes over and allows Steve to give up the tight grip on his self-control and just let Eddie take care of him.

In the mirror he sees himself spread out on the sheets, his thighs hugging Eddie's sides and his own hands on either side of his head. His hair is a mess and he sees his face slacken with pleasure as the first two fingers enter him at once. The angle of his hips doesn't allow him to see where Eddie's fingers disappear into him, but he watches in rapture as they slide in and out. It's the same heavy feeling as when he watched Eddie swallow his cock and he felt the wet heat engulf him at the same time.

"I never told you this, but this is my favorite part. Don't get me wrong, I love everything we do, baby, even just kissing you makes me feel so happy and alive every time. But I could play with you like this for hours, making you come on my fingers over and over again and never get tired of it."

Eddie does that sometimes, just lets his mouth run wild, saying the dirtiest and sweetest things, often in the same breath. Steve lives for these moments, feels himself clench around the fingers inside him in a mindless search for more sensation, more pleasure. He knew it when they went on their first date, and he never changed his mind: Eddie Munson would be the death of him one day.

"Do you know that the first time I fingered you, I realized that I loved you and that I wanted us to be forever? Don't look at me like that, I know it's not the most romantic thing to say, but it's true," Eddie tells him, kissing the inside of his thigh tenderly before pushing another finger inside him. "It was when I felt your pulse beating against my finger inside you. It felt like your heart was beating only for me, and I never wanted it to beat for anyone else, never wanted to go another day without being allowed to feel its rhythm against my fingers inside of you, or my hand wrapped around your wrist, or my head against your chest. That's when I knew I felt forever about you."

It's strange to watch his own face as he takes in those words, the way his eyes grow even wider, his expression softening. He watches as his hand reaches for Eddie's, the one not three fingers deep inside him, and Eddie takes it, lacing their fingers together.

"I feel forever about you too, you know that, right? Fuck, Eddie, if we weren't already married, I'd ask you again right now."

Eddie pulls their intertwined hands to his mouth and kisses the simple platinum band on Steve's finger. "And I'd say yes and do it all over again, right down to our first song being an Ed Sheeran song, you musical heathen."

He finally tears his eyes away from the mirror to look directly at Eddie so his husband knows he means it when he says, "Then let's do it. Eddie Munson, will you marry me? Again?"

Eddie laughs, the sound bright and full of joy. "Only you would ask me to marry you while I'm three fingers deep in you, Stevie."

"That's not an answer."

"Yes, you crazy, wonderful man. Of course it is." Eddie laughs again, delirious with happiness, his whole body shaking with it. Steve feels it everywhere they touch, especially deep inside him, and it rekindles the hungry flame of desire.

"Then show me you mean it."

Pulling his fingers free, Eddie wipes them on the sheets before placing his hand right next to Steve's head. Then he moves their still joined hands to the other side and leans down to capture Steve's lips in a deep, searching kiss. It's as if he's pouring all his love, all that he's just said to Steve, into the way he kisses him. The new position puts Eddie almost completely on top of Steve and he can feel how hard Eddie is, leaking all over himself and Steve as their cocks slide against each other.

Steve thinks they're going to fuck just like that, Eddie making love to him while holding his gaze, sharing their breath and feeling each other's hearts beating against their chests.

They don't.

Instead, Eddie slides off him and settles down on his back next to Steve. He reaches for the lube again and coats his hard cock with it, obviously trying not to get too carried away with it. Steve wants to replace Eddie's hand with his own, but this is Eddie's show and he'll let him run it.

When Eddie is done, he slides his arm between Steve's back and the bed, his hand curled around Steve's waist, pulling him closer.n"Lie on top of me, Stevie. Your back to my chest so you can watch yourself fall apart on my cock."

Eddie Munson will be the death of him.

Steve does as he's told and gets into position, his back against Eddie's chest and his head resting on Eddie's shoulder. Eddie places his feet on the bed, his bent legs spreading Steve's on either side. They've never done it like this before, and as Eddie slides into him in one smooth motion, Steve wonders why. It's so good, the way Eddie stretches him from that angle, the slight sting of too much soon replaced by white-hot pleasure as he's filled so deeply.

He feels Eddie's hands on his body, one cupping his aching cock, the other gently pressing down on his throat. Steve moans softly, overwhelmed by all these sensations hitting him at once and he doesn't know what to do with himself. The way he's spread out on Eddie's lap, he has no leverage to move his hips, to take more than Eddie is willing to give, and he whines under his breath when Eddie doesn't move.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart."

Steve hadn't even noticed that he had closed them, too lost in his own pleasure. So he does as Eddie tells him and opens his eyes, his gaze finding the reflection in the mirror in an instant.

The sight takes his breath away and the moan that falls from his throat sounds choked.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Steve," Eddie marvels as he finally begins to move, slowly beginning to fuck into him, his eyes drinking in the sight as hungrily as Steve's. "You had to see this to believe me. Every love song is about you, every poem, every love story. The great masters couldn't dream of painting something as breathtaking as you, every marble statue pales in comparison to your beauty."

"Eddie," Steve gasps. He wants to say so much more, but he feels that nothing is as important as that single word.

After that, no more words are needed between them. Instead, Eddie kisses his temple as his hand on Steve's cock begins to pump his shaft at the same languid pace as his hips continue to move. It's the sweetest torture.

Steve's face is contorted with pleasure, his mouth open and panting. His skin is flushed, glistening with a thin layer of sweat that reflects the lamplight in a way that makes his skin look almost golden. The muscles in Eddie's forearm keep flexing, moving under the inked skin as one hand presses against his throat and the other slides up and down his cock.

It almost feels like there are two people fucking him, two people stroking him, two people choking him. The one he feels doing all these things and the one he watches doing them.

It’s overwhelming in it’s intensity, the single hottest thing he’s ever felt.

Eddie's hot breath fans across his face and as much as he tries to take it slow so he can make Steve fall apart first, the gasps and grunts that come from him tell Steve that he won't be able to hold back much longer. Which is good, because Steve doesn't know how much longer he can do this before he loses his goddamn mind.

"I'm so close, baby, fucking me so good. Looking so good. Want you to fill me up." Steve doesn't even recognize his own voice when he adds, "Please."

It's the please that pulls a deep moan out of Eddie, and Steve knows he's playing dirty, because Eddie can never deny him anything when he begs like that. He's only using this power for good though, because Eddie is just as desperate to come as Steve is. He can feel it in the way his hips immediately pick up speed at his words, his hand on Steve matching the new rhythm.

"I can't wait to marry you again," Eddie croaks after a few more thrusts, his voice choked with emotion. Those words and the way Eddie says them, combined with the way he's so full and the hand on him feels so good, is enough to throw Steve over the cliff and he comes in thick spurts all over his own chest.

It seems to go on forever and Steve forces himself to look, to keep his eyes from closing from the pleasure. He's never seen himself come like this before and it's probably a sign of how vain he is, but the sight is so fucking hot. More cum keeps dripping from his cock, helped by Eddie's hand milking him almost dry until it all becomes too much.

Beneath him, Eddie is now chasing his own climax, his hips losing all rhythm as they slam into him as deep as they can. The hand on his cock has let go as soon as Steve's moans of pleasure have become painful from how sensitive the flesh has become, but the one on his throat remains, pressing down harder. He keeps grinding inside Steve, small movements matching the breathy grunts in his ear, until Steve can feel Eddie tense and the warmth of his cum filling him.

Then Eddie sinks into the mattress like a marionette whose strings have been cut. His body is limp and his face contented as he tries to catch his breath. When his legs give out, he stretches them with a groan and it causes him to slide out of Steve, a small trickle of cum dripping out and onto him.

Steve is just as content and exhausted, every muscle in his body relaxed and he's probably getting heavy where his body is trying to sink into Eddie. He looks a mess, his face red, his hair as wild as Eddie's unruly curls and his chest smeared with his own cum.

Steve has never felt more covetable. Never felt more loved, and all thanks to Eddie and his uncanny ability to know exactly what Steve needs even before he himself does.

Squirming on top of Eddie until he manages to get off of him and curl into his body with an arm and a leg thrown over him, Steve nuzzles into Eddie's neck. He gets a lingering kiss on the top of his head for his trouble and they both sigh happily in unison.

After a few more minutes of shared silence and bliss, Steve can't help but ask in a quiet voice, "You meant it, didn't you? About marrying me again?"

He can hear the smile in Eddie's voice as he answers. "Oh baby, I'm actually one step ahead of you. There's a ring in my pocket waiting to be put on your hand if you want it. You just beat me to the proposal, you competitive ass."

He feels like he's glowing with happiness as he laughs in delightful surprise at Eddie's words. "You love my competitive ass so much you're marrying it again."

"That I do. Happy anniversary, Steve."

"Happy anniversary, Eddie."

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Ambivalent Days

Jim Halpert x Trans Man Reader (PART TWO) Can be read alone, but I do reference part one, so read that HERE if you want to be caught up!

Summary: You’ve finally come out as trans to the entire office. It’s gone a lot better than expected. But now you’re faced with a serious problem- or rather, a serious crush. On none other than Jim Halpert, leading supporter of your transitions and quickly becoming your best friend in the office. But are you willing to risk that friendship just for some silly little feelings?

Tags: FtM!reader, Gay!Jim (for narrative reasons, I think i wanted him to be bi in the first part but switched it around, whatever), implied gay!reader (all i said was ‘not straight’), trans supporter Dwight, peacekeeper!Pam, supportive!Kelly Kapoor, bisexual!Kelly, drinking in moderation, happy ending Warnings: Michael being absolutely ridiculous and attention-hungry to the point that he does bad things (so, like, normal episode?), some general swearing

A/N: This has been requested so many times, both in asks and requests. I’ll try my best to tag everyone who asked for this, sorry if i forgot any! I was excited to write this because I loved the first part, but figuring out where to start was the trickiest part. I hope you all enjoy!  (this entire fic ended up just writing itself once i got going. I had no clue what i was gonna do until it happened so… enjoy lol)

Life was great, working as a Customer Service representative for Dunder Mifflin paper company. Wow, you never thought you’d say such a thing, but it really has become something appealing, something that had you smiling and willing to come to work every single day. Of course, it had its own ups and downs, times when you felt overwhelmed or frustrated at certain people. You still ended up enjoying the majority of the day, and sometimes the rough days turned out to end up better than the rest.

It had absolutely, wholeheartedly nothing to do with James Duncan Halpert, otherwise known to his work colleagues as ‘Jim.’ You continued to lie to yourself, nodding along to this thought process on your drive to work. It was rainy, just like most days, and you were bored out of your mind waiting in the traffic. You just enjoyed going to work, because… Because of all of your friends, that’s why! Sure, that might include Jim, but that also included Pam, and Oscar, and god forbid, even Dwight. He’s certainly grown on you over time, having completely accepted your identity, even defending you against anyone who said anything. You couldn’t be sure, but you suspected that Dwight had even lost a customer through those actions- but when Mr Dellicker had called for customer support and you had answered the phone, saying his name out loud, Kelly had rushed around the divider and ripped the phone from your hand, immediately transferring it to her own phone. You tried to listen in, curious why this was so important to her, but you kept hearing her say the same thing over and over.

“Thank you for your consideration, but we no longer want your business with us. I completely understand that you think so, but we no longer want your business with us. While that may or may not be true, this whole conversation is futile considering we no longer want your business with us.”

Mr Dellicker had become a hushed topic around you, but you had managed to catch a private whisper among your friends one day when he was brought up again. They’d ask Kelly if he had called yet, and she assured the situation was handled. Pam had whispered, “I can’t believe some people’s views on trans people. It makes no sense.” So, while it wasn’t likely due to you specifically, you were almost sure that you were the only trans person they knew. If they were defending trans people, they were defending you alongside it all.

You pulled into the parking lot finally, shaking your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. Mr Dellicker’s whole deal had been a problem a month ago and was no longer an issue. You shouldn’t dwell on those thoughts, you weren’t likely to ever have to worry about it again. You managed to snag a semi-decent parking space. It was only the second from the front, but it happened to be right next to Michael’s own car, and as you placed your car into park, you glanced over to notice he was still sitting there. You tilted your head in confusion, watching for a moment.

You couldn’t tell if he was psyching himself up, or singing along to one of his weird songs. He seemed ready to open the door, then leaned back once more without actually doing it. He lowered the visor on his car, flipping open the little door to reveal his mirror and looking at himself in it. He continued, probably, speaking to himself, and you just shook your head and decided to leave it be. You reached for your suitcase and umbrella, then began making your way inside.

You were stuffing your umbrella into the little holder by the door after you entered the office, taking off your long overcoat and hanging it on the coat rack by Pam’s desk. She smiled, asking about what you did over the weekend, and you answered that you didn’t really do much besides binge the next season of your current obsession. You agreed to tell her about it later, moving toward the break room for your normal cup of tea. You pat Jim on the shoulder on the way, and he reaches up quickly to touch your hand before you slip by. It causes a smile to cross your face as you continue on your path, a happy feeling welling up inside.

“I. Am a girl.” You spin around quickly, eyes widening in fright. There stood Michael Scott, wearing a short, pleated pink skirt with his normal yellow button-down dress shirt, as well as a crooked ginger wig that he had most definitely not been wearing in his car. The room falls completely quiet, and you hear two people put their calls on hold. Jim stands, and you can’t see his face from this perspective, but you hear a hardness in his voice.

“Michael, this is not a funny joke-”

“It’s not a joke!” Michael yells out, crossing his arms. He purses his lips before speaking again in a higher tone. “I’m a girl, and so I decided to say it. That I am.” He looked around the room as if expecting something, but no one moved a muscle. Pam broke the silence, clearing her throat and talking in a tone that was both cautious and unbelieving.

“Alright, so what would you like us to call you, then?” Michael sputtered at the question, throwing his hands outward and looking around the room again. His eyes settle on me, and Jim sidesteps to block off his vision. You can no longer see Michael, but the image of him has burned into your mind anyway. You could feel yourself panicking, your heart trying to beat its way out of your chest. This had to be a prank right? He was making fun of you? Now? After all this time?

“What do you mean- Y/N didn’t change his name when he came out!”

“This has nothing to do with Y/N,” Jim quickly tries to interrupt him after hearing your name, but you heard his sentence all the same. Jim walked closer to Michael, leaning down to whisper, but even you could still hear his words in the silence your boss caused. “How about we talk this out privately and continue this announcement later?”

“But-”

“I think that’s a fantastic idea, Jim,” Pam calls out quickly, circling her desk and corralling Michael into his office. He was putting up a fight, but not much of one. Jim followed closely behind, closing the door behind him. You could see multiple faces turn to look at you- as their current entertainment had been dragged away- out of the corner of your eye, but you were still there, shell-shocked. Before you realized what you were doing, you were standing directly outside Michael’s office door, peeking around the side to look in through the window. You could hear them talking still, considering the rest of the office was waiting to see what you would do.

“No, no, no!” Michael yelled out, plopping down into his seat. “I’m serious about this you guys!”

“Alright, let’s assume you are,” Pam begins, but Jim looks at her with an aggravated look.

“Pam-”

“Let’s assume you are,” Pam repeats, pushing Jim away and leaning closer to Michael. “How did you come to this decision?”

“I-” Michael hesitates, looking at his computer, then back to Pam. “Well, I really like girls a lot.”

“Sure, sure, but sexuality and gender are different.”

“I know that, Pam! God!” Michael starts flipping random pens on his desk, trying to distract himself. “I just like their clothes a lot.”

“You like to wear the clothes, or see them on women?”

“See them-” He stops, looking up to her. “I mean, wear them! Yeah, that’s what it is!” His stuttering and determination caused Jim to huff in a humourless laugh, no longer just standing by.

“What’s really going on here Michael?”

“And,” Michael begins, ignoring Jim’s question, “What was that question about what I wanted to be called? Y/N didn’t change his name when he came out?”

“Sure,” Pam agrees, trying to maintain the peace, “But Michael isn’t a very feminine name. Doesn’t that make you feel a little, I don’t know, dysphoric?”

“What does that word mean?” Michael asks, causing Jim to huff again, moving forward to slam his hands onto the table.

“What is really going on here, Michael?”

“Fine!” Michael yelled out, throwing up his hands, his fake hair swinging around wildly. “I don’t think I’m a girl! I don’t like wearing dresses or skirts or-” He spits, swatting away the fake hair that had managed to catch itself in his mouth, “And I’m so uncomfortable in this,” He pulls the wig off finally, throwing it onto the ground. He stands next, reaching for the skirt he was wearing, “Or this-”

“No, no, no!” Pam calls out quickly, keeping him from ripping the skirt off in front of them. “I’ll fetch you your spare pair of pants here soon, it’s at the desk. Just,” She sighs, shaking her head, “What could’ve possibly made you think this was a good idea, Michael?”

“Well!” Michael huffs, pouting as he sits back down. “Y/N got all sorts of attention when he came out. He became cool, and popular, and now I’m not even allowed to make jokes about him! Everyone hates me now, he took my thunder!”

“You can still make jokes about him,” Pam continues cautiously, raising her hands up in a plea to calm him down. “Just, not about the fact that he’s trans.”

“My thunder Pam!”

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jim begins, reaching forward and grabbing hold of Michael’s shirt. “That stunt you pulled was mean-spirited and heinous. Do you have any idea how you could’ve made Y/N feel? How hard it was for him, not only to accept himself for who he is but to become confident enough in himself to come out to the entire office? Do you realize how much you probably just put him back?” Michael’s face was terrified, and Pam was too stunned at this action to do anything at first. By the time Jim was done talking, she reached forward quickly and pulled him back.

“Jim, that’s unnecessary.”

“I feel it was completely necessary, Pam.”

“He doesn’t realize what he’s doing, he just wants attention.”

“He gets attention every single day Pam! He demands it, hell, he goes out into the office and-”

“Jim,” Pam interrupts, nodding toward Michael. You watch Michael visibly sniff, raising a hand to rub at his nose.

“No, no, he’s right. I’m a nuisance, everyone hates me.”

“No one hates you, Michael,” Pam starts, and Jim scoffs.

“You’re babying him.” She shoots him a threatening look, and he just shakes his head and crosses his arms. Pam moves closer to the desk, looking down at Michael.

“Hey,” When Michael looks up, his eyes are red and glossy. “What you did just now, was that a good idea?”

“No,” He whines out, drawing out the vowel.

“Good, that’s the correct answer. And why was it a bad idea, Michael?” He huffs again, moving to play with a different toy on his desk and avoiding her eyes.

“Because I lied for attention.”

“And?”

“Because I probably made Y/N feel bad. And Jim.”

“So what are you going to do?” Pam asks, and you can’t see her expression but Michael finally meets her eyes and breathes in a deep breath.

“I’m going to tell everyone that it was a horrible prank and that I’m sorry.”

Even Jim startles at this, both Pam and Jim- even you, yourself- having never actually heard Michael apologize for one of his many failed pranks or skits. Pam straightens up, glancing quickly at Jim before looking back. Her voice was full of surprise as she nods, “That’s right. That’s completely right, actually. Good job Michael.” You could see him smile before looking down at his lap, then back up at Pam.

“Can I do it after I change?”

“Of course,” Pam moves quickly to the door, and you don’t think fast enough to move out of the way. The door swings open wide and you are revealed to be standing there, right outside of it. All three occupants turn to look at you with varying expressions, but they all share a similar surprise. You swallow hard, locking your eyes with Michael. You are about to speak but can feel eyes digging into your back, so you take a few steps into the office, past your two friends.

“What you did just now,” You begin, sucking in another deep breath, “Was horrifying- for everyone involved. I’m sure we want to see you in a skirt just as much as you want to be in one.” You lean forward onto the desk, watching Michael shrink away from you. “But let me ask you, how does it feel to wear that skirt?”

“What?” He looks startled at the question, looking to Jim and Pam for help. None arrived for him.

“How does it feel, wearing that skirt? Why aren’t you wearing a blouse with it? Couldn’t find one that fit, or did it feel too uncomfortable? What about the hair?” You nod down to wear the wig laid on the ground. “Was it annoying? Kept getting caught in your mouth, right? Drooped in front of your face, obscuring your vision?” You leaned forward, your breath coming out harsher. “Imagine you had breasts attached to you- and push past your sexuality. Imagine you had them and they couldn’t be removed.” You whisper this last part, your own eyes tearing up. “How would you feel?’

You hear Jim say your name softly behind you, realizing what you were referencing. Michael shook his head for a few seconds before he stopped, widening his eyes. You nod, continuing your speech. “Yeah, exactly.” You lean back, picking your hands off of his desk to rest by your side. “That’s how I feel every single day. Or, did. Until I came out.” You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. “I became confident because I was finally comfortable with who I was. I’m sorry if you can’t find that confidence in yourself. But don’t try to steal mine. Don’t make a mockery of my struggles.” You turn, heading toward the door, toward your desk- to anywhere but here. But Michael’s voice stops you before you’re able to leave.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” You turn, looking into his eyes. He seemed genuine, but you knew he didn’t really understand.

“Think about why you are. Then get back to me.”

You pushed your way past Pam, who stood in the doorway with shock and pain written across her face, and ignored Jim’s call of your name as you kept going. You wanted away from these stares, this was not what you meant by loving this damned office. You continued past the breakroom, ignoring your daily cup of tea. You enter into your side of the annexe, seeing Kelly on the phone and hearing a whispered but high-pitched, “What? No! He didn’t?” Before she suddenly looks up, widens her eyes, and quickly says, “Gotta go,” Before slamming the phone down. You sigh and walk around the divider, taking your seat.

Kelly has more social sense than most people in the office, you’ve come to realize. It was why she had applied for customer service- unlike you, who had just taken up an ad from the newspaper. So, she knew better than to try to ask you what happened. She remained quiet on her side of the partition, something that was extremely odd, and it almost felt like you were in your own little world, in your tiny corner. Your desk was pressed against two walls, and the partition blocked the other two sides except for the small gap for your entrance. The partition walls weren’t very high, but sitting down they reached above your head. You felt isolated- something you first loved, then hated, and now feel grateful for once again. It gives you time and privacy to calm down.

After some time, you hear a throat clear nearby, and Kelly’s chair roll as she likely stands to leave. You look up at the top of your divider, waiting for a face to come into view. Luckily, it’s Jim’s face. He smiles softly at you, and you can tell he’s trying to keep the pity from his face, but it's not working very well.

“You didn’t make your tea?” He raises a cup- your favourite cup, no less, that no one else has used since your incident with Dwight- and offers it to you. “I figured I’d make you some. Can’t go a day without your tea, right?” You can tell he was trying, and it warmed something inside of you. Trying for a smile, you reach out to take the cup, taking a sip. It was made perfectly.

“I’m sorry about that,” You begin, sighing and placing the cup aside. “I kinda went a little overboard, didn’t I?”

“Not at all,” Jim rushes to comfort you, circling the divider completely to be inside your little cube. He rests himself against your desk, looking down at you with earnest eyes. “If anyone was overboard, it was Michael.” You just shrug, looking away.

“I mean, what did I expect, really? Everyone in the office has been so good about the whole thing. Ever since I’ve come out, it's been nothing but positivity.” You bite your lip, shrugging. “This office isn’t exactly a positivity-friendly environment.”

“You being trans should have no bearing on your workplace,” Jim insists, leaning forward toward you. “I know the world is fucked, but I want to make sure that at least your world isn’t.” You huff a laugh, shaking your head.

“Oh, c’mon Jim. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” You look up, meeting his eyes with a self-deprecating smile. “It’s not like it's because of you that all of this ended up so easy until now.” Jim’s eyes widen slightly, then wander away as he wiggles his head and bites his lip. You wait for him to agree, then narrow your eyes. “You… Didn’t tell everyone to be nice to me, did you?”

“Well,” He begins, drawing out the word and wincing. “I didn’t quite do that. But I did explain that they shouldn’t act any different, what jokes they shouldn’t make about it, and to look something up before asking any questions. If they couldn’t find the answer online, then they could ask me, and then I would allow them to ask you.” You blink a few times, tilting your head.

“But no one ever asked me anything?” He nodded along, sucking his lips inside his mouth before popping them, sighing.

“Yep.”

“Did they have questions?”

“Oh,” Jim scoffs, laughing. “So many.” He places his hands between his knees, palms together. You couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“Like what?” You feel curious but also dread at the prospect.

“Oh, y’know,” Jim shrugs, moving to mess with some pens on your desk idly, not meeting your eyes. “Just the usual dumbest shit on the planet. I told them all they were absolutely not allowed to ask you, of course, and had to explain why sometimes.” You nodded along, huffing out another laugh.

“I suddenly don’t want to know.”

“Oh, no, you really don’t.” You laugh softly along with him, feeling your chest bloom open, your crush developing further. For the second time today, you were moving before realizing you decided to. You stood, then reached forward and pulled Jim into a hug. He had straightened when he noticed you standing, then stood stiff as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You hesitated, about to pull away when Jim moved quickly, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you in tighter. You relaxed once more, laying your head against his chest and closing your eyes.

“Thank you, Jim,” You whisper, turning your nose to brush against his dress shirt. He smelled clean, with a hint of cologne that you couldn’t place. His arms were warm and strong- comforting in a way that you hadn’t felt in so long. He moved one of them up, cupping the back of your head as he straightened up more, pulling you in closer.

“It’s nothing,” Jim stutters out, and you can hear his heart beating under your ear. “Someone’s gotta make sure these folks don’t chase you away.” You laugh, leaning back to look him in the eye. He seems sincere, solemn, as he adds, “I think I would be devastated if you quit.” You chuckle once more, shaking your head as you pull away.

“Oh, I’m sure.”

“No,” Jim lowers his head, trying to catch your eye once again. “I’m completely serious. You are probably the only reason I still show up.” He laughs, shaking his head. “I mean, I’m this old and stuck in this job?” You laugh along, shaking your head.

“You make good money here, Halpert, don’t deny it.” You feel slightly upset you had pulled away from the hug so soon, but you had to look at him after he said that. You had to see if he was serious- Jim is hardly ever serious, always joking around. It was part of the reason your crush developed so fast, and also why it’d always remain a secret. He was so funny, making you laugh constantly. But he was also a bit of a jokester, and you didn’t know if he had a serious bone in his body. Today was showing he certainly did.

You weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle it.

You both spend some more time chatting, and his presence is a balm that soothes your panicked heart. He tries his best to make you laugh- which you do, often- and you finish your morning cup of tea in the meantime. You were sure you could’ve talked to him forever if only your phone hadn’t rung. You shrug with helplessness, reminded that you’re technically at work and still have a job to do. You reach to pick up your phone, apologizing to Jim who waves you off. You watch him walk away as you answer the phone, “Dunder Mifflin paper company, customer service representative speaking.”

It ended up being a quick call, with someone complaining that their shipment was late. You only had to find their account to let them know that the delivery was scheduled for today and the time. Once you placed the phone back in its slot, you raised your cup to your mouth before remembering it was empty. ‘Eh, might as well,’ You think to yourself, pushing to stand and make your way to the breakroom. Kelly is back at her desk as you circle around, and you make sure to say a soft greeting to her to make up for your earlier rudeness. She says a polite and short greeting back with a gentle face, still conscious of your rough morning.

You’re about to pull the door to the breakroom open when you notice the back of Jim standing at the counter. He was hefting a freshly brewed pot of coffee, and you couldn’t help but stand there and watch his arm flex as he hefted it with no problem. You didn’t see the other door open, but suddenly Kevin was walking directly into Jim’s space.

“I have another question.” Jim sighs visibly, shaking his head.

“Haven’t I told you enough-”

“No, this is a different question, Jim!” Kevin seems adamant, and after Jim puts the coffee pot away he takes a side step to regain some personal space. “And you said yesterday there’s a limit of stupid questions I’m allowed to ask a day so I couldn’t ask yesterday!”

“You have until I finish making my coffee.” You’ve never seen Jim quite so indifferent and snappy before, raising your curiosity. For some reason, you still stood there, barely peeking through the window of the door, still holding your empty cup.

“Ok, so if he still wanted breasts-”

“Nope.” Jim was already shaking his head, stirring sugar into his coffee.

“Alright fine, but also. Can he sow a penis-”

“Nope.” Kevin huffs in frustration, flapping his arms for a split second.

“Why do you keep saying no to all of my questions?” Jim finishes stirring his coffee, placing the spoon in the sink and turning to look directly at Kevin finally.

“Because all of these questions are way too personal.”

“How are they personal?” You tilt your head, furrowing your brow. How would they not be personal? Jim seems frustrated, running his free hand through his hair.

“You can’t just ask someone about their breasts or genitals, Kevin. You wouldn’t want anyone asking about your dick.”

“Actually, it’s kinda itchy-”

“Nope!” Jim pushes away from the bar, leaving immediately. You’re stuck between sympathy for both of them. You don’t think Kevin actually knows any better at this point, but you also just felt too awkward to even try to come up with an answer to those questions. However, were these the types of things that Jim had to put up with daily just to vet the office for you? Why would he put himself through all of that?

“He’s really trying, you know?” You startle from your thoughts, turning to look at Kelly still sitting in her rolling chair. You tilt your head in confusion, but also shifted on your feet, hoping to play off the fact that you’d been standing there this whole time.

“Who?” Kelly just gives you a look you can’t quite decipher, continuing.

“Jim, obviously.” She sighs, pushing herself away from her desk and standing. “He’s even asked me for help on occasion. Little things here and there, but he recruits the allies where he can find them.” You purse your lips, leaning back against the wall next to the door, crossing your arms while holding your cup upright still.

“Asked you for help? Doing what? Who else has he asked?”

“I knew you’d figure it out at some point, I just didn’t think it’d be when someone slipped through his fingers. Though, Michael is pretty unpredictable like that.” She shrugs with a smile like she’s trying to hold back a laugh. “His main ask for me was just to intercept anyone trying to bother you- most likely to ask the dumb questions. I just had to send them right back through the breakroom over to Jim’s desk.”

“Did that happen often?” She shrugs again, wiggling her head.

“Not often, but a few times. Mainly Kevin, he has a lot of questions.” You nod, glancing briefly toward the breakroom’s door before resting your eyes on her once more. You study her posture, then try to make a guess.

“The other was Mr Dellicker, wasn’t it?” She winces but nods nonetheless.

“He was a real ass.” She sighs dramatically, moving to lean against the wall next to you and bunching up one of the random, typical office posters that hang around throughout the floor. “He was Dwight’s client, actually. The moment Dwight heard him be even a small bit transphobic, he hung up the phone. This, of course, caught Jim’s attention. I mean, have you ever known Dwight to drop a client? Like, ever?” You shake your head in agreement, and she nods with you. “Yeah, right? Anyway, Jim asks, Dwight answered. To Dwight, that was the end of the entire thing. To Jim, however,” Her smile begins growing as she leans closer to you, “Well, he knew that Mr Dellicker would call back to complain. And who would be picking up the phone?”

“Customer service,” You mumble, absorbed into her story.

“Exactly!” She giggles now, unable to hold it back. “It was adorable, really, the way he begged me to make sure I took his call. He actually asked me to call the man first, but I told Jim I wouldn’t go out of my way just to aggravate someone who, as far as we knew, wouldn’t be calling back after such a rude hang-up. But he wouldn’t let up, so I agreed to keep an ear out.” She huffs now, widening her eyes with a far-off look. “Good thing I did, too. He was such an ass.”

“Thank you,” You say softly, bringing her back to the present. She tries to brush it off but you just shake your head, placing a hand on her arm. “No, not just for Mr Dellicker. For agreeing to help out at any point, just for me. For not making a big deal about my whole coming out, for never treating me any different or- just-” You hesitate, shaking your head. “Just everything, Kelly. You’re an amazing coworker.” You watch her eyes begin to water, and she lets out a wet laugh.

“Wow,” She raises her hands, wiping the corners of her eyes. “You’re going to make my makeup run.” She pushes up from the wall, circling you and entering into the breakroom, heading straight for the girls’ bathroom. You widen your eyes at this reaction, unsure, but take a deep breath and enter into the breakroom yourself. You still had some tea to brew.

You didn’t mean to idle, standing near the exit of the breakroom toward the annexe, but stuck in place watching Jim lean against Pam’s desk through the door’s window on the other side of the room. They were talking back and forth- a lot of laughing involved- and you couldn’t quite place the feelings whirling in your chest. It felt similar to jealousy, but you knew that wasn’t it. Envy? That perhaps she was his type, and not you after your transition? Insecurity?

You startle as Jim suddenly meets your eyes, watching him straighten up quickly. You try to act nonchalant, moving out of his line of sight to grab your lunch from the fridge, and sitting at the break room table. You’d finished your second cup of tea hours ago, and you were a tad overdue for your lunch break considering you had a whole host of emails that you usually respond to in the morning, but had to answer during your second cup of tea since you’d been just a tad distracted that morning. You bite your lip as the events from that morning fly through your mind, a whole host of emotions attached to them.

The door across the room opens, stopping your train of thought in its tracks. Jim walks in with a smile, moving toward the fridge. “Hey,” He greets you, scanning you with his eyes while you just sat there, slowly removing your lunch from its brown paper bag. “Was starting to worry you’d forgo lunch.” You laugh, then proceed to explain your lateness. As he sets his own lunch on the table, you begin to wonder if he waited for you. Then your eyes flicker back toward the door you’d been staring at him through.

“So, how’s Pam?” Jim seems a bit taken off guard at the question, turning to look at the door himself before looking back to you. He shrugs, taking his own lunch out of his lunch box.

“Uh, good, I guess?” He raises his sandwich, ready to take a bite before hesitating and adding on, “She’s excited to hear about that one show you mentioned this morning.” You nod along, watching as he begins to eat his sandwich. You take your own small bite, looking toward the door again.

“She’s cute, isn’t she?” Jim’s eyebrows furrow immediately, and you watch him swallow. He seems to be planning his actions in his head before he performs them, placing his sandwich down.

“What?” He looks around the room aimlessly, wiggling his head. “I mean, yeah of course. She’s cute.”

“You two get along really well.” At this he chuckles, shrugging.

“We’ve worked together for a long time.” You both fall silent, taking more bites of your food. Jim breaks the silence with a resounding, “I’d probably have developed a crush on her by now if I wasn’t gay.”

Gay.

You end up lightly choking on your bite from surprise, playing it off with a cough and a sip of your water bottle. You can see Jim staring down at his sandwich at the table, taking a deep breath. “So, I can see why someone would develop a crush on her. If he was straight.” He glances briefly up at you, then back down to his sandwich. You tried your damndest to keep the look of shock from your face, that it takes an extra minute before you understand what he’s not saying. Did he think you were asking because you had a crush on Pam? You take another sip of water, letting your eyes wander away from him.

“Yeah, same.” Out of the corner of your eye, Jim glances up at you quickly, a look of concentration on his face that indicates his thoughts roaming a million miles an hour. You shrug for show, moving your own food closer so you can take a bite once you finish speaking. “I’d probably have developed a crush as well if I was straight.”

You only recognized the signs of Jim choking since you’d just gone through the same thing, as the man turns to cough into his arm as if to play it off. At least the poor man hadn’t been chewing food like you were. By the time Jim finished drinking from his own bottle, and moved to lean forward and say something, he was interrupted by the door opening and someone entering inside. He leans back, looking self-conscious, and you feel such a deep curiosity about what he was going to say that it burns in your chest. You don’t even register who walked in until she was taking a seat right next to you.

“I don’t know how you can stand it, Jim,” Kelly begins softly, and you look at her with confusion. Kelly never talks softly? “Working right next to the receptionist's desk all day. How do you get any work done?” Jim’s eyes flicker between you and Kelly, clearing his throat.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she’s so hot!” You and Jim meet eyes suddenly, listening to her continue to talk in a soft voice. No wonder, considering she was essentially coming out to the both of you. “When I first started and had to work over in that area, I was getting nothing done. Toby had to ask me what was wrong, and I sorta kinda told the truth that I was extremely distracted. He moved me to the annexe-” She pauses here, resting a hand on your arm with a sympathetic expression, “Sorry, Y/N, that’s why you’re confined back here as well.” You shake your head quickly, rushing in.

“No, it’s fine. I like it back here.”

“You do?” Jim asks with a smirk, and you give him a look essentially saying ‘Shut the fuck up Halpert I’m trying to console her.’ He just laughs noiselessly, his chest shaking as he moves to take another gigantic bite of his sandwich.

“Anyway, it’s so distracting. I had to go get something copied and I stood there an extra five minutes trying not to stare too directly at her. Oscar literally had to nudge me and remind me what I was doing!” She groans, letting her head fall onto the table. “So embarrassing.”

“Oscar knows?” You ask gently, unsure whether she actually realized she told you both. She lifts her head with a sigh, seemingly unfazed.

“Well, yeah. Oscar knows about everyone.” You hear Jim scoff softly, mumbling quietly under his breath.

“Not everyone.” This only causes Kelly to raise an eyebrow at Jim, smirking with humour.

“Oh, he knows about everyone, Jim.” His head was quick as it whipped toward Kelly, leaning in.

“Wait, what?”

“I mean,” She shrugs, glancing toward you briefly before meeting his eyes again. “You’re kinda obvious, Jim.” You can see his eyes widen, but you only feel confusion.

“Wait, how many people are gay in this office?” Kelly only shrugs, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Not my place to say.” You nodded along, obviously that being true. You meet Jim’s eyes once again, and you can see red peppering his cheeks.

“I’m sure it’s fine, Jim.” He nods as if agreeing, flicking his eyes between you and the rest of his sandwich throughout the rest of lunch. Kelly takes the initiative in the ensuing silence, talking about everything yet nothing at the same time. Just as you and Jim are both cleaning up to get back to work, Kelly sighs loudly with an eyeroll before looking toward you and plastering on a smile. The look only made you feel wary.

“So, Y/N, what are your plans for after work?” You swallow roughly, glancing at a wide-eyed Jim, then back to her.

“Uh, nothing really?”

“Oh,” She draws out, reaching forward and placing a flirty hand on your arm. “So you’re free tonight? Want to go out for drinks?” You stutter, pulling away from her arm, your head already shaking as you try to come up with an excuse. ‘Didn’t she just say that she found Pam attractive? What the hell is going on?’

“Uh, Kelly-” Jim tries to intercept, but she pulls away as if nothing happened, shrugging.

“I just meant with the lot of us. Jim will be there too, won’t you Jim?” She looks directly at him, raising her eyebrows as if she was expecting something from him. You look between the two as an awkward silence settles before Jim startles, trying (and failing) for a normal smile.

“Oh! Those drinks!” Jim laughs awkwardly, looking back and meeting your eyes. “Yeah, we’re all going out for happy hour at Poor Richard’s Pub, you should join us!” You relax slightly as Jim was the one offering, no matter how weird this entire interaction ended up being.

“Oh, uh,” You hesitate, still slightly wary. There’s obviously something you’re missing here. “I mean, sure. I have nothing else to do. Who all will be there?”

“Just a couple people from the office,” Kelly quickly answers, standing and moving to throw her own trash away. She turns to look at both you and Jim, still sitting in your chairs. “Well, c’mon! We have work to do, people!”

“I know why I’m sorry now.” You startle at your desk, turning to look directly at Michael Scott with wide eyes. You hadn’t even heard him approach. He circles around your desk, motioning for you to stop your work as he leans against your desk- an unknowing imitation of Jim that morning. “If you’re willing to listen?”

You can feel yourself swallow roughly, the beginnings of a familiar panic starting in your chest. You’re unsure what to say, so you just nod. He nods as well, taking a deep breath before continuing. “At first, I had no clue what you meant. I knew I was sorry, and I knew it was because I had hurt you.” He looks into your eyes, regret deep within his own. “But that wasn’t enough for you. So I started thinking.” He chuckles softly, leaning back on his hands and letting his own gaze roam the walls behind your desk. “And when that didn’t work, I remembered something Pam said when she tried to play along with my- well, yeah. A certain word I didn’t recognize. Dysphoric.”

You feel yourself tense, suddenly remembering the tightness around your chest where the binder lays under your clothes. You can feel the tie around your neck like it was trying to choke you. Michael, unaware of your inner struggles, continues on. “That search was enlightening- it was like everything you had expressed to me. And everything I had felt, trying on those clothes.” He hunches inward, his expression becoming stormy. “I felt so wrong wearing that skirt. And you were right- I had tried a blouse on. I bought one at the store that fit and even brought it home, but it just felt so weird when I tried to walk out of the door with it on. So I switched to my normal shirt.

“Then I was sitting in the parking lot, and I knew that the moment I placed my foot out of my car, everyone would see the skirt. I was-” He laughs humourlessly, shaking his head. “I was terrified. I tried to ignore it- like it was just stage fright, something I had to talk myself into.” You began to nod, intrigued by his story. “I don’t know how I convinced myself to get out of the car- I guess something along the lines of, ‘Well, I’m the boss. The ship will sink without me in there.’” He takes a deep breath, patting his legs loudly. “Anyway, I was jealous.” He shrugs, looking at you with wet eyes. Was he really getting emotional over this? “I mean, you did kinda steal my birthday away from me.”

Memories of that night flash quickly through your head. You’d come out during a party- a party you didn’t know the purpose of. That pink quinceañera cake… You didn’t get to taste it, but they could’ve gotten it because it was his favourite flavour? You hadn’t even seen Michael there. Was he trying for a grand entrance? Memories from this morning flash through your mind’s eye, Michael yelling at Pam, ‘He stole my thunder! My thunder, Pam!’

“It wasn’t planned, Michael,” You try to assuage, wincing despite yourself. “I’m sorry, though.” Your apology causes Michael to blow a sigh out roughly, then laugh and slap his thighs again.

“Wow! I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that.” You’re both silent- you studying Michael’s face, and Michael looking anywhere but at you. Then you start laughing.

“Michael,” You try to talk through your laughter, but you just shake your head and try to get it under control. You wouldn’t want him to think you were making fun of him- you only found him ridiculous- so you try your best to calm down. “Michael. You were upset that I ‘stole your thunder’ on your birthday, so your response was to… Pretend to be a girl? Instead of, oh I don’t know,” You try to hold back your laughter again, choking lightly on your words, “Throwing another party?” Michael seems to take a moment to absorb this- then begins to laugh alongside you.

“Well, that would’ve only been easy, Y/N. When have you known me to do things the easy way?” You both laughed again, and you began to shake your head.

“Never.” When your laughter finally dies down, you meet his eyes once again. Staring at each other, it's like you both finally understood. You thought he was just ignorant, but you had been missing out on important information as well. He began to nod, glancing over his shoulder toward the nearby wall clock.

“Well, looks like I kept you long enough. Time to clock on out!” He jumps up, shooting finger guns before backing up. He trips over the edge of the divider, tries to play it off, and then groans loudly when he sees Toby walking by. “God, every time!”

You chuckle to yourself, then begin the process of shutting down your computer and packing up. Kelly skirts around the divider quickly once the door closes behind Michael, leaning into your space. “Let me drive you.” You hesitate, widening your eyes.

“I’m sorry?”

“To the pub! Let me drive you!” You laugh nervously, beginning to shake your head.

“Oh, uh, no. I have my own car, but thank you-”

“If you drink, you won’t be able to drive home.” She counters, raising her eyebrows at you. You laugh again, shaking your head.

“Well, if we’re all drinking, wouldn’t you drink too?” She shakes her head immediately, crossing her arms.

“I don’t drink at all.” You still feel hesitant, and it must show on your face as she sighs and then leans in. “I’ll tell you Jim’s whole deal.” This catches you, looking back at her to study her.

“What do you mean…?”

“I’ll tell you if you let me drive you!” You huff a laugh, smiling despite yourself. “Yeah, alright. But if I don’t drink, you gotta’ take me back here so I can drive myself home.”

“Deal! And if you do, then I’ll drive you home and pick you up for work tomorrow morning!” You laugh again, shaking your head as you pick your briefcase up, finished with closing down your desk for the day.

“You seem excited about this.”

“Absolutely! I’ve been waiting forever!”

You were still unsure what she meant but followed along with the hyperactive girl as she burst through both of the doors to the breakroom. You watch Jim straighten where he had been leaning against Pam’s receptionist's desk, and smile toward you as you made your way to the exit.

“You know,” Jim starts, huffing a soft laugh and smiling in a way that took your breath away, “I was thinking.”

“Oh,” You draw out, smiling despite yourself, “Dangerous territory there, Halpert.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jim begins, laughing again. He takes a discreet look around before reaching forward to almost take your hand, his fingers tangling with your own but not quite grasping. “I was hoping that maybe I could drive you down to the pub? I know you have your own car and all, but I just want to make sure you’re safe with getting home, y’know?” Your face falls just as you hear Kelly’s voice behind you.

“Oh, don’t worry Jim! He has a ride already.” Jim looks toward Kelly over your shoulder, then back to you with wide eyes, pulling his hand away.

“Already?” Jim looks back to Kelly, confusion clear across his face.

“Oh, don’t get your panties in a twist, Jim!” You feel her small hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you toward the door. “We’ll meet you there!”

You take one last look at Jim through the glass doors as Kelly drags you along to the elevator. You hesitate, mind trying to catch up, before you finally clear your throat and look at her. “No offence here, Kelly, but I honestly think I would’ve preferred riding with Jim?”

“You’ll have the rest of your life to ride with Jim. Just let me tell you what I need to tell you without the risk of Jim hearing us.” You both step onto the elevator, as Kelly begins mashing the button for the lobby.

“Uh,” Your mind is stuck, repeating ‘rest of your life’ and ‘Jim’ over and over. “This feels… Is this nefarious?”

“‘Nefarious,’” Kelly mocks, pulling you once the doors open again. “You say the oddest things sometimes.” You didn’t know which car was hers, but considering she was dragging you along, you didn’t have to guess. She pulls your briefcase from your hands, finally letting go of you, and you just stand in place. She throws your suitcase and her purse into the backseat, then opens the driver's door with a look up at you. “Well, get in!”

It was quiet for a long portion of the drive. You didn’t know what to ask, or how to even broach the subject. Did it seem too eager, to ride along with her just because she promised to tell you about Jim? And what was she even talking about- how would Kelly know more about Jim than you? True, you both hadn’t been friends for very long just yet, but you didn’t know Kelly and Jim were friends?

“So, it started when you started transitioning,” Kelly said, bursting you from your whirlwind of questions. “We all got pretty curious. I was the one who had the theory you were trans first.” She winces, looking over to you. “Sorry. I didn’t know at the time how true I was. I honestly didn’t even know if you knew about it, but- well, obviously you did.” You tilt your head, brow furrowing.

“You all were talking about me before we were friends?”

“Well, you know how the office is. You were changing, and people were noticing. Especially Pam and Jim. Pam, who is such a sweetheart and just wants everyone to be comfortable. She had a feeling you were never quite comfortable at the office but didn’t know how to help. Jim found you hot, which was throwing him for a loop considering he is gay, and normally not attracted to-” She hesitates, tilting her head. “Well, we did think you were a girl at the time.”

You nod along, unoffended. “Right, but-” You scoff, shaking your head, “I don’t know if I believe this story now. I mean, Jim? Finding me-” You almost say the word, then scoff softly and look down to your lap. “Attractive?”

“Well, you are hot,” Kelly confirms, and you look up quickly at her. You aren’t sure what expression is on your face, but Kelly just laughs. “What? Don’t look at me like that! You were hot when we all thought that you were a girl, and you’re even hotter now that we know you’re a boy!” You laugh in disbelief, shaking your head. Kelly continues on, pushing through your awkwardness. “I mean, c’mon! Confidence is sexy as hell.”

You look away, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you remember Jim saying something similar. “Sure, but-” Kelly interrupts you, continuing with her story.

“So once you finally came out, Jim had his own little freak-out because it wasn’t just a theory anymore. It is true, you are a dude, and Jim didn’t know if he could handle you getting hotter and hotter every day.” You flashback to another scene in your head, Jim saying something similar to Pam and you laughing, accusing him of finding Dwight attractive. Was he talking about you at that time? Kelly’s voice brings you back.

“Anyway, I finally told him that he needed to get his act together and ask you out already, or I’d do it first. Either ask you out for myself or for him, but either way. I don’t know if I could stand any more of him spewing about you, I mean- all I heard was Y/N this, or Y/N that, or ‘Wow he’s wearing the tie I gifted him!’ I mean, that man can talk.” You hold back a laugh, shaking your head. The one and only Kelly Kapoor, complaining about someone talking too much. That’d be hilarious to tell Jim- if you ever got the nerve together to tell him about this little conversation.

“Ok,” You huff out, shaking your head, “You’re asking me to believe that Jim not only finds me attractive but wants to date me?”

“Well, that’s where we’re going now! So you better believe it.”

“Going now- but you’re here? The office will be there, how would it be a date?”

“It’s going to be a date,” Kelly starts slowly, looking at you with a grin, “Because it’s not an office hangout. I’m going to drop you off and leave, and then Jim can take you home. I only did this to get you both together outside of work, you’ll be all alone with him.” She huffs, squeezing the steering wheel around her hands. “And I’m telling you all of this before the date because I don’t trust Jim to admit anything to you without pushing him for it. If I’m not there to pressure him, then-”

“Woah woah woah,” You interrupt, shaking your head quickly. “I’m not about to pressure my best friend for- for some wild hope that he might feel the same. And I-” You can feel the panic again, pulling at the seatbelt around your torso. “I don’t know if I can do this, I didn’t know it would be just us, I mean-”

“Calm down, it’ll be fine. It’s just Jim, remember?” ‘It’s just Jim,’ You repeat to yourself as Kelly turns the car into the pub’s parking lot. You take a few deep breaths, nodding your head. ‘Yeah, I can do this. It’s just Jim, just normal ole Jim.’ Kelly backs her car into a space, waiting for Jim’s to arrive. It doesn’t take long to notice Jim’s car pulling in, parking in one of the front parking spaces, directly in your line of sight. You take another deep breath, nodding.

“I can do this,” You whisper, and Kelly reaches over to squeeze your arm. That’s when you watch two of the car doors open, Jim and Pam stepping out to take a look around. You hear a squeak beside you, Kelly’s hand tightening on your arm. You look over with concern, watching panic written across her face.

“Oh, Jim, you bitch,” Kelly whispers, shaking her head.

“This wasn’t part of the plan, was it?”

“Absolutely not,” Kelly whispers, then moves to get out of the car alongside you. You both approach the other two, smiles on your faces. They finally notice you, and it’s almost like you and Jim have locked eyes and thrown away the key. You’re unsure what’s really happening between the two girls, not registering the words exchanged. You walk a little closer to Jim, smiling up at him.

“Hey,” You whisper, and his smile widens, reaching his hand out in an imitation of earlier, tangling your fingers together.

“Hey.” He glances over to the other two girls, wincing and looking back to you. “I wasn’t sure- is it okay that I brought Pam?”

“Apparently,” You whisper, leaning closer and glancing briefly at Kelly to make sure she’s sufficiently distracted, “That wasn’t part of the plan. She told me she was throwing me out of the car and driving off.” You note the blush lighting up Kelly’s cheeks as she talks with Pam, before turning your attention back to Jim. You hadn’t realized you leaned in this close- or did he lean in as well? His face was next to yours, close enough to share a kiss.

“Shall we head inside? Guys?” You both jump apart, and you look guiltily over to Pam, who spoke. She only smiled in response, throwing a thumb over her shoulder. “We could grab a booth?”

The night was going well. It didn’t really feel like a date like Kelly had hoped it to be, but instead a nice get-together of a couple friends. You all laughed constantly, telling stories and jokes from the office, while also sharing your own life’s stories. No one really talked about their own life outside of the office while they were working, so it was a refreshing twist on things. You felt drawn even closer to the lot of them- Jim, especially, as he couldn’t seem to drag his eyes away from you for too long. You weren’t sure, but you thought it was Jim’s leg under the table pressing against your own. You hoped so, anyway.

“But, yeah, Toby is so weird! You guys don’t get that vibe?” Pam continues, giggling as she sips her mixed drink. Jim and Kelly were the only two keeping away from the alcohol, but you had ordered your favourite mixed drink and had slowly been sipping on it. You knew you weren’t drunk yet, but you were pleasantly tipsy.

“No?” You hesitated, trying to think back over the times you’ve interacted with him. It was more often than most since you worked in the annexe, but he always seemed like a nice, if tired, man.

“It’s cause he has a crush on you,” Kelly nods, laughing alongside Jim. Pam blushes, shaking her head quickly.

“Oh, no, of course not.”

“Well, Kelly would know,” Jim points out with a grin, raising his glass to his mouth and taking a large gulp. You watch confusion rush across Pam’s face, while Kelly’s turns a bright shade of red. She mouthed his name behind her cup, giving him a stern look.

“What does he mean by that?” She asks, looking between you and Kelly, then back at Jim. “What do you mean?”

“Oh,” You begin, laughing under your breath. “Just that Kelly has a lot of experience talking with Toby. He was the one who moved her into the annexe, after all. It almost seems like they have a lot in common?” You end it with a question, trying your best to be vague. Jim almost spits out his drink with his laugh, turning to cough into the crook of his arm.

You hear Pam question, “Yeah, why were you moved into the annexe?” Right as Kelly mumbled from beside you, “Not that much in common. Like one thing.” You and Jim meet eyes, trying to keep the humour from your faces.

The rest of the night passed in much the same way. You still were unsure about the whole ‘Jim liking you’ bit but found yourself pleasantly hopeful. And it seemed like- if that was true- maybe Jim was trying to get back at Kelly by teasing her about liking Pam. You began to wonder if that was his plan all along, showing up with Pam randomly. Honestly, whether this was a double date or just a hang-out with friends, you found yourself enjoying the time immensely. But the night was wearing thin, and all four of you had work in the morning.

As you and Pam were helping each other out of the booths, making sure she hadn’t forgotten her purse, Jim and Kelly had run off to pay the bill. You glanced over at Jim- probably with a longing look since you can’t exactly help it, being slightly inebriated- and watched him lean in close to Kelly as they began whispering back and forth.

“He’s a good guy, y’know.” You look back over to Pam, eyes widening. “I don’t know you well enough yet to know your thoughts on him, but he is a good guy. And he deserves the world.” You chuckle softly, nodding.

“Yeah,” You say breathlessly, looking back over to him. He glanced up at the same time, and you can’t help the smile crossing your face. “I think so too.”

“Then tell him,” Pam insists, and you look back down to her. “He deserves to know that. He thinks he’s not worth your time, apparently.”

“That’s ridiculous-”

“What’s ridiculous?” Jim asks as the other two rejoin you and Pam. Pam smiles brightly leaning over to take Kelly’s arm.

“That you have to drive all the way across town just to drop me off, Jim!”

“Actually, we were just talking about that,” Kelly mumbles, and you smile watching her attempt to hold eye contact with Pam unsuccessfully. “If it’s okay with you, then maybe I could take you home? And Jim can take Y/N.”

“Yes!” Pam practically yells out, and you chuckle softly. You look over toward Jim, seeing him already looking your way.

“If that’s alright with you?” He whispers, and you nod immediately.

“Of course it is, Jim.”

“Good,” Jim says, releasing a breath as if with relief.

“Good,” You parrot, reaching forward boldly to take his hand. “Lead on, then.”

Once you and Jim make it to his car, you both wait before getting in to make sure Pam and Kelly are in their car safe and buckled. Once Kelly begins pulling out, Jim turns to you and leans in closer. “I had a fantastic time today.” You laugh, nodding along, leaning against his car and gravitating toward him.

“I did too. ‘Was surprised that Pam showed up, though.”

“Well, Kelly did say it was ‘the office’ going out for drinks. I thought it’d be fine.”

“Well, she didn’t actually mean the office, apparently. She was just trying to get us alone.” You shrug, smirking up at him. His deer-in-headlights look was gone now, for some reason. He seemed bold, leaning closer and taking your hand.

“And if it was? Would that have been fine?” You laugh again, nodding slowly.

“That would’ve been perfect.” His face slowly loses his teasing look, turning serious- but soft.

“Y/N,” Your name is husky in his mouth as he begins leaning closer, and you can smell his cologne in the air. Everything was so much, his smell, his body heat, his honey-brown eyes as he took up your entire vision. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” You whisper in return and meet him halfway as your lips crush together. He pulls the hand not holding yours to your face, lightly caressing your cheek throughout the heated kiss, and you grab hold of his hip with your own free hand, pulling him closer. You can feel him moan through the kiss, turning his head to deepen it. This was nothing like you’ve dreamed of- but oh, so much better.

When you two finally part, breathing heavily, he’s pressing you against his car with the length of his body. You both pant as you stare into each other’s eyes, and your grip slowly loosens on his hip. Eventually, he pulls away, clearing his throat with a blush. “Wow,” He whispers, a smile growing as he looks at you bashfully.

“Yeah,” You agree just as quietly, and Jim moves to open the passenger door for you. “Oh, right. Thank you.”

As you sat down in Jim’s car, ready to be driven home, you can’t help but think: ‘Man, I love working for Dunder Mifflin. Even the bad days can turn into the best ones.’

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Rajesh Koothrappali x Female!Reader: Swallow

Summary: There’s a chance you won’t end up with as many cats as Sarah expects after all.

Rating/Tags: T (drinking; drinking in excess; designated driver; texting; meet-cute; bars; set when Raj couldn’t talk to girls; set before Penny and Bernadette getting married to their canonical spouses; Penny & Bernadette; Penny & Bernadette & Raj; reader & original characters; mild language)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Notes: Yeah, I used to watch this show with my parents. I stopped way before them, but I got requests for some of the characters, so...Anyway, please keep in mind any references to Raj being foreign and all were my attempts to reflect the show itself, not actually my own personal views. Same with the dismissive references to nerd culture.

Swallow

“Ready? On the count of three. One…two…three!”

With a chorus of clinking and several shudders, three shot glasses hit the hard tabletop. The sound had barely faded when one of the surrounding girls started giggling. Five stops into this barhopping experience and someone was sure to snap sooner or later. Sure enough, the next words spoken were, “Shut up!” 

The giggling stopped.

“Wow, guys,” you said, as you gathered up the empty cups. “Much more of this and I’ll be peeling you all off the floor.”

“Shut up,” Sarah snapped again, which only caused Cassie to break out in another fit of giggles.

You lifted a single eyebrow, and she quieted quickly enough. Then again, that might have had more to do with the death glare that Sarah shoot her. Angry Sarah, silly Cassie…you were starting to get a bad feeling about this entire venture.

“Seriously. I think you’ve had enough. All of you,” you added at Jess’s blank fidgeting right across from you. 

The entire adventure was for her benefit, but she looked the least enthusiastic of the bunch. Letting her drink herself into oblivion sounded kind on paper, sure. Forcing her to get up for work the following morning with a raging headache? Not so much. You took her silence for agreement; unfortunately, your attempt to take pity on poor Jess went absolutely nowhere.

Cassie shook her head frantically. “Whaaaaat? You mean we have to go home? But that’s not fair, [Name]! That’s just not fair!”

“Calm down, Cass.” Sarah patted the distraught woman clumsily on the back. “[Name] can’t make us go anywhere.”

“She can’t?”

“I can’t?” you asked.

Sarah downed another shot, then threw you a wide grin that you liked the look of not at all. “Just because you’re the designated driver–”

“Because I have to be.”

“Shut up. You’re the last person to have a breakup before Jess, so it’s your turn. That’s how it works.”

“And when’s it gonna be your turn?”

“When I break up with Dan. Which I won’t. So shut up.”

“This is a load of malarkey," you muttered

“Maybe we should ask Jess,” Cassie suggested, turning to the blonde still staring morosely at the table. “You ready to go home, Jess?”

“I thought Jake was my Dan,” was Jess's mumbled reply.

“Not enough booze!” Cassie cried with barely concealed delight. She reached for another tiny glass. “Sorreeee, [Name].”

“What do you mean, not enough booze? She's practically crying already,” you said, as Jess’s eyes filled with tears. ”

“She has to drink until she forgets Jake or until the bars close,” said Sarah.

“Are you kidding me? You three are already drunk off your asses!”

“Them’s the rules,” Sarah’s smirk swiftly transformed into her typical drunken scowl. “Until you get yourself paired off with some guy, you’re the driver on these things. Consider it an incentive to not wind up the crazy cat lady of the group.”

“I only have one cat,” you pointed out.

“Oh! Oh! Didn’t you say you were thinking about adopting another?” Cassie asked.

You shot her a death glare of your own this time, though its effect was not as great as Sarah’s.

“Oopsie.”

Sarah was too far gone to find any amusement in this revelation. She rolled her eyes and slid her empty cup toward your growing collection. “You don’t want to sit here watching us drink, fine. Why don’t you make yourself useful and go get us another round?”

“Oooor you could work the room,” Cassie said as she handed her glass over to you as well. “There’s loooots of boys here, and I’m sure you could find at least one smart enough to tempt even yoooou, [Name]!”

“Oh, you’re sure are you?” Sarah said.

“I’m sure!”

“Yeah, well you were sure at the last bar, too. And the one before that. And the one before that.”

“So?”

“So your optimism is grating. Shut up.”

“I think you should shut up!”

“I don’t think so. Why don’t you…”

Sarah’s voice faded into the background as you moved away from your friends. By the time you got back, Cassie and Sarah were likely to be at each other’s throats with Jess in tears over it. 

Barhopping always sounded a lot more fun when you were the one drinking away a breakup. Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe it was time for you to find someone else. You weren’t still hung up on your ex anymore–far from it, the jackass–but sometimes another cat seemed more appealing then another guy. You had yet to meet anyone that really made you want to work at a relationship. A few dates here and there. Nothing serious.

The bartender didn’t seem all that thrilled at you returning his dirty cups, though you were grateful that he didn’t send you away. The last thing you wanted was to be drawn into a fight that would be completely forgotten in the morning. 

Turning on your stool, you made to face the indie band playing at the back of the bar. They weren’t very good, but they beat the tar out of whatever was going down back at your friends’ table. You figured you could give the lot of them twenty more minutes, and then they’d all be so annoyed with each other that they would agree to go home. Until then, crummy music and snatched bits of nearby conversation would have to do for entertainment.

“Come on, Raj. Go out and buy some girl a drink,” a shrill voice punctured the otherwise dull buzzing surrounding the bar. 

You glanced in the direction it came from without thinking to see a tiny blonde woman–even tinier than Jess–gesturing at the wide selection before her and her two companions. The nearest to you was another blonde, taller than the other and with an air of practiced charm, who did not speak up until she had finished whatever was in her bottle:

“Yeah, you don’t gotta marry her or whatever. Just practice talking to a few. Otherwise you might as well have stayed back with the guys playing Call of War.”

The man they were speaking to simply looked pained. He clutched a beer so tightly in his hand that you were surprised it hadn’t shattered. Why he was even there, you didn’t know. He didn’t seem to be having a good time, and it was pretty obvious that he wasn’t the designated driver. He wasn’t even dressed to be at a bar–then again, neither were you.

“Come on, Raj,” said the tinier one again. “You can talk to us, can’t you?”

Raj shook his head.

“Not enough booze,” she said in a stage whisper.

The taller of the two women rolled her eyes heavenward, then mussed her hair up with her free hand before making to disappear into the crowd. “I’ve got an audition tomorrow. We wait much longer to do this, and there’ll be no one left here worth meeting. Let’s go.”

“Right. Our racks’ll probably do a better job than a pet scientist anyhow.” The other took a step to follow her friend. She didn’t get very far before she stopped and turned back to Raj. “If you drink enough that you can use that tongue of yours, feel free to join us.” 

A nervous nod on his part, then she was off at a trot. The two girls passed by you closely enough that you distinctly heard her mutter:

 “As if that’ll ever happen.”

Now it was you, this Raj fellow, and a few other mostly silent patrons at the bar. As bad as the band was, it was still live music, and most people seemed more interested in that than sitting around waiting for someone to buy them a drink. Not that you needed a drink, since you had three stops to make on your way home, and not that Raj needed another one before he finished the one he already had. You sighed and tried to concentrate on the music, though you were pretty sure it was giving you a headache. How much longer until Jess passed out?

A few minutes passed before you looked over at Raj again. He was still there, still looking downcast. Every so often he would sway to the music. You felt for him, poor guy. This didn’t look like his scene at all, and it must have sucked being ditched by his girlfriends like that. Perhaps you were two peas in a pod for the time being. 

It might have taken you another five minutes, but finally you worked up the nerve to go over to him. His eyes darted to you and away not once, not twice, but three times as you walked toward him in the semi-darkness. Raj was kind of cute, in a dorky sort of way. Not the kind of guy you normally met at these sorts of venues. Perhaps not the kind of guy who wanted to meet you at these sorts of venues, since he looked outright terrified by the time you stopped in front of him.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly.

He took a gulp of beer.

“I’m [Name].”

Raj smiled. Your heart banged uncomfortably in your chest. Obviously this guy didn’t want to talk to you. Why not bail? But somehow the way the small woman had dismissed him earlier made you want to try harder.

“And you are?” you prompted him.

He opened his mouth. 

You leaned forward eagerly to catch whatever came out, and…

He closed it again. Raj closed his mouth and swallowed and smiled and bobbed his head, and then went on to stare past you, as though you were nothing more than yet another license plate on the wall. 

You were so disappointed that you couldn’t find it in yourself to move away for nearly thirty more seconds. Well, you thought as you walked off, at least you tried. Maybe now everyone would be ready to leave so that you could escape the site of your most recent embarrassment as quickly as possible. Your first time talking to a guy in months, and it had to turn out like that. Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe you were doomed to be the crazy cat lady.

“Don’t forget we have to pick up our pet scientist before we leave.”

“I won’t, I won’t. Would you quit worrying? He’s not even drunk. He can find his way home just fine. He’s not our child, Bernadette.”

You looked up at the familiar voices. The two women from before stood just a little bit in front of you, looking bored and a bit more pink around the edges.

Before you could stop it, your mouth was saying, “Um. Hey.”

They looked over at you in perfect unison. 

“Hi,” said Bernadette hesitantly. “Can we help you?”

Probably not. Almost certainly not. Why you were bothering, you didn’t know, but you took a step closer and nodded your head in the direction of the bar. “About your friend back there.”

The taller one frowned. “Who? Raj? What about him?”

“Does he speak English?”

They stared at you so hard that you wished you had never spoken to either of them. Then they burst into laughter. Having no idea what you had said that was so funny, you could only watch on, bewildered. What? He looked foreign. No big deal. Him not speaking English would explain a lot–and perhaps bolster your. confidence a little. 

No such luck. Bernadette recovered first: “Of course Raj can speak English,” she said, as though this were obvious.

“Oh, I just thought–he wouldn’t talk to me...”

“Oh, sweetie,” the larger woman said, leaning forward and patting your shoulder so hard that you nearly toppled over. “He can speak English. He just can’t speak to women.”

“What?”

But they were already moving past you. “Pity he can’t find enough alcohol here to get him to talk. That one was actually cute,” Bernadette said, just before they walked out of earshot. 

Cute? You looked back over at the bar. Raj remained there, still intent on swaying to the music.

“Hey, [Name]! You gonna help or what?” Sarah shouted at you.

Startled, you twisted around to see her and Jess struggling to keep Cassie on her feet. 

“Move your ass! We gotta get her home before she starts vomiting. It’s your car, remember?”

You remembered. Raj forgotten, you hurried over to take the brunt of Cassie’s weight. What with Jess and Sarah being so inebriated, they could only hinder the group’s slow and unsteady progress toward the door. What followed was another chunk of time dedicated to getting Cassie in the car and buckled in while the other two made jokes at her expense. 

You had finally got everyone settled in and were about to open the car door to get inside yourself when you spotted the same trio from before leaving the building. Raj looked more upset than ever, but what did that matter to you? He didn’t speak to girls.

Wait. Speak?

“[Name]!” Sarah shouted after you as you raced away from the car and toward Raj and his two friends.

“H-Hey! Wait up!” you called. 

They did, though you suspected this was because you looked like a madwoman, running up with your arms flailing above your head.

“Oh. It’s you,” said Bernadette. “Did you need something, or…”

“Raj!” you said, slightly out of breath after all the physical labor. 

The look on his face made it obvious that you knowing his name was not something he’d expected. He didn’t talk this time either, but he didn’t have to. 

You dove into your purse, resurfaced with a pen and paper, and quickly scrawled your name and number across the scrap. “Here.”

Looking confused, he took your bit of paper.

“Text me?”

Before you could get a straight answer, you scuttled off. You had to get Cassie home, after all. 

Bernadette’s said one last thing in her high voice before your car door shut behind you: “You better text that one, Raj! Before all that beer leaves your system!”

“What was all that about?” Sarah wanted to know.

“I’ll tell you in the morning,” you said as your vehicle left the bar parking lot. “Let’s be quiet for now. Wouldn’t want to wake up Cass and Jess.”

She made a scoffing noise, but did as you directed. The drive home was relatively quiet and uneventful–save, just as you came back from laying Cassie out on her couch, your phone buzzing in the cup holder. You allowed yourself a peek and grinned.

“Rajesh Koothrappali. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

#fan fic #straw writes #reader insert #second person pov #one shot #challenge fic #request #raj koothrappali #rajesh koothrappali #big bang theory #bbt #raj koothrappali x reader #raj koothrappali x you #raj koothrappali x y/n #rajesh koothrappali x reader #rajesh koothrappali x you #rajesh koothrappali x y/n #big bang theory x you #big bang theory x reader #big bang theory x y/n #bbt x reader #bbt x you #bbt x y/n #big bang theory reader insert #bbt reader insert

[timetravelerpyrite]

Uh, hi.

My name is Pyrite, I go by he/him mainly… don't mind she/her though. Newly found out I like Pup/Pupself pronouns too.

I'm 30. (B-day is November 16th, if that matters to anyone.)

//Current Arc: None rn!

//Finished Arcs: Fool's Faller, ABSOLute Panic!

Anyway, not too important, I just kinda found this site and realized 'Oh, there's some people like me here!' so here I am I guess?

Don't expect me to be friendly.

I don't bite! I'm trying to make more friends, but don't shove too much at me at once please.

I don't like staying in one place, it makes me anxious, no I won't tell you why. I was running a lot because of my Ex, she and my bio fam wants me to come back, but I won't, I'm actually tying to get use to staying in one place now.

Most important thing, I'm a Time Traveler and Dimension hopper, how the hell am I both?

I caught a Celebi (He/She/They) by COMPLETE ACCIDENT so now I'm kinda stuck with them, and I kinda got adopted by a Dimension hopping Iron called Iron Eclipse (It/Its)… no, I do not expect you to know what that is.

Call me a fake if you want, I don't care, just try not to hold me down in one spot, got it? Wow I don't like this part the most, why was I such a jerk in my intro??

Anyway, I might visit ya if I feel like, I have two adopted (not legally but who gives a shit) sisters @queen-of-the-phantoms and @pokedexcamp! I'm dating @silveredfeathers and living with him and his wife (and now my Girlfriend-??) @trainerlynda.

Adding an addendum: Sometimes we, his Irons, connect to his phone to be able to post. We are;

🐉: Iron Rage. (She/Her)

🕊️: Iron Serenity! (He/They/Fae)

🌋: Iron Eruption. (He/Him)

🌑🌈: Iron Eclipse.

⌛: And sometimes I steal the phone, I'm Chronos his Celebi.

🍞: Thanatos types sometimes too, she has rather broken English so it will likely be autocorrected to hell and back, please tell her if it gets a word wrong, from what I can tell she wants to understand (She/It)

//Open ask games!

Pelipper mail and malice.

Ask an invasive question.

//Magnifying glass ask game!

See his dreams and nightmares.

//A post for you to give me permission for him to hop to your character's dimension! (Either on purpose or by accident.)

//Ooc info under the cut!

//Ooc. This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by she/her he/him pronouns All art I use is my own (Or made for me)! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion, more info about me on my main! This blog is not settled in one dimension at the moment, so expect conflicting area info. Here's some of my other accounts as well!

//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.

//I will not ship with anyone who isn't my BF (and myself, but that's a note for later), just for my comfort. This boi does n o t stay in one place, if he goes to visit someone he will get there himself/he fell into that universe by accident.

//Magic anons are allowed! But I am picky.

//I am very open to crossover stuff!

//This guy is very much centered around Future Paradox pokemon! He's not gonna know all the Pokemon's names and will call them 'Irons'. The Iron names are VERY much headcannons unless talking about a cannon Iron.

//When he's on the move things he says aloud will be under

[Voice to text active!] where as when he's actully writing it will be under [Pyrite is typing...]

//What the tags mean.

//Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking.

//Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for this account

//Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished.

//Pyrite info: Self-Explanatory. For both IC and OOC.

Little Hops: His post/response tag.

Warping Reality: Closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something.

Where am I today?: When Pyrite is mainly talking to himself.

The Pokemon tags: They are for each respective Pokemon/Iron

Magic Anon Things.: Stuff with magic anons.

Triangle Terror: Pyrite dealing with the truth triangles. He can't turn them off, so hehehe.

#//Shadow Mod Speaks #//Mod Reference #//Shadow Art #Little Hops #Warping Reality #Where am I today? #//Pyrite info #Magic Anon Things. #Triangle Terror #Iron Rage #Iron Serenity #Iron Eruption #Iron Eclipse #Chronos the Celebi #Thanatos the Wandering Warning #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #pokereality #pokeblog rp #rp intro #pokeblog into

[whackacole3]

Your little ego is hurt seeing victims talk about your shitty personalities, isn't it? Bother your small brain to learn about narcissistic abuse before flooding ACTUAL victim support tags maybe? People who deny others abuse absolutely deserve whatever shit representation they get. People's lives are getting ruined and you're here with your "it" pronouns silencing actual narcissistic abuse victims. It's so triggering, i hope the karma hits you like a fucking bus soon. Damn abuse apologist cult.

okay, so if i understand you properly; 1.) you think i’m offended with these silly asks in the slightest??? 2.) you want me to stop using your tags when y’all frequent ours? is that what i’m hearing? 3.) you fakeclaiming the abuse and neglect i went through because i formed a disorder you don’t like, 4.) i’m somehow denying abuse by saying “your trauma is valid and your abuse was real, you’re just using the wrong term”, 5.) transphobia!!! wow. i can’t believe i was transpbobiced on tumblr dot com. odd, huh? 6.) you sent me harm threats for asking to be treated like a human… okay 🤔

1.) i just respond to these asks because i have nothing better to do and i like getting in the “last word” or whatever. i would like to change someone’s mind and open there eyes, but if i don’t, whatever. but still, if you think i actually care or you’ll somehow change my mind, you’re sadly mistaken!

2.) people have been tagging like this for ages. it’s nothing special or unique to me. the day i can scroll through “npd” or “narcissistic personality disorder” without seeing y’all’s posts is the day i’ll stop trying to educate y’all using your own tags. but since that day will never come… neither will my end of the bargain!

3.) this is just… exactly what you claim i’m doing. do you not see the hypocrisy here? i never once said your abuse wasn’t real, just rather you use the wrong terminology for it… yet you come over here kicking and screaming saying my abuse and neglect as a child and teenager wasn’t real? seriously? okay. that makes total sense.

5.) i’m one of the few pwNPD who still have patience for the ones who demonize our disorder and don’t understand it. i always make sure to validate and tell the people reading what they went through actually happened… so you got the wrong fella LMAO

5.) it/its pronouns have existed and been used on people forever, honey. i’m not unique or special for using them. transphobia won’t get you anywhere in life. honestly? surprised you didn’t go for the neopronoun with this little rant. but 🤷‍♂️ it is what it is.

6.) this is just, again, hypocrisy at its finest. i don’t need to explain it to you because you know damn well what you meant when you said it. i’m well aquatinted go online stalking and harassment, so hit me with your best shot.

anyway, hope you’re doing well and obviously feel a bit better because this was emotionally charged. i hope you have a great day! 😊

#cole talks #cole answers #npd #narcissistic personality disorder #narcissistic pd #narc abuse isn’t real #narcissistic abuse isn’t real

[ardenation]

I exist now!

hey. hi. hello. welcome to this little corner of mine!

my name is ardenator- but I like to be called arden. i am a fanfiction writer, though I only really actually started writing with the intention of posting about half a year ago, however long I've been writing before that.

I write for various parts of the LoZ fandom. Breath of the Wild, Skyward Sword, Wind Waker, and now mostly just Linked Universe. I've been in this fandom for a while, ever since I fell in love with Wind Waker when I was really really young. I literally have a cat named Medli. yes, that Medli.

anyway!

LoZ games I have played and therefore have actual knowledge of:

a little bit of Zelda I and II, some of Four Swords Adventures, Wind Waker, Phantom Hourglass, Spirit Tracks, Breath of the Wild, Tears of the Kingdom, Age of Calamity, and Skyward Sword. i'm too scared i'll get something wrong to write for any other games, unfortunately. i'm working on it!

here's some basic stuff you may or may not wanna know about me:

age?

young. not a kid, not an adult. and i'm still in school which hinders my time to write to an extent. that's all i'll say lmao

gender?

wdym what's that

favorite zelda game?

wind waker. forever and ever. and also skyward sword <3

favorite linked universe link?

sky!!!! i love him so so so much.

favorite tropes/tags?

hmm. fix-its, probably. anything goes wrong ever at all? you better believe I'm reading/writing something to make myself happy. and i do write quite a bit of angst! i am an angst enjoyer and proud. i eat it for every meal.

anyways, my asks are always open! i write A LOT, but never actually have the courage to post 80% of it. sorry about that.

also!! a lot of the stuff i write (but haven't posted yet lol) has this character named Spirit. i really like to think spirit tracks link is his own guy that just never joined the chain initially, and as a huge spirit tracks enjoyer i talk about him a lot. he's my silly guy and i love him. if you're ever curious about my interpretation of him i'd be glad to explain!!

my ao3 is linked in the bio, where i have very few fanfics actually posted so far, but i have tons of wips and would be glad to accept ideas and requests.

wow, you're still here! that's pretty cool. i'm not new to tumblr but i'm VERY new to having this blog thingy. i'd be happy to talk with anybody if you're comfortable!

i hope i got everything!

wishing you the best,

arden

#pinned post #first post #introductory post #thanks for reading this!!

[pulchrasilva]

Hey totally normal couple of posts you just made there but also WHAT. COULD I HAVE A CRUMB OF CONTEXT THAT IS SO FUCKING FUNNY DUDE

Ahsmaksnk alright I was planning to just say shit without context but since you asked for it, prepare to hear about the worst fucking person!

So context for this story, Thomas Sanders has been struggling with a skin condition that has (among other things) been causing him to lose his hair. He's made a couple of videos, the most recent one coming with the announcement that he was shaving his hair off and changing a few other things about his look as a way to feel more confident in himself. I will say that the reactions I've seen from most fanders has been overwhelmingly positive and I'm getting the impression that he's been much happier since

And I only find this because I'm looking the roleslaying with roman tag, and certain fanders have the unfortunate tendency to tag unrelated Thomas Sanders stuff with the roleslaying tag

So he did a photoshoot with the new look recently. And I find edits of the photo shoot to put his old hairstyle back on, with a caption like "I think the old hair really ties it together 😍".

This is pretty damn insensitive and I have a tendency to go fucking feral when people are assholes about hair so naturally I go to the roleslaying server to bitch about this. Apparently I'm not the only one who's encountered this person, because I didn't even say a url before everyone is like "ugh god this fucking person".

So we're all morbidly fascinated by this person and we start looking through their blog. It's fucking vile in there. Just a whole lot of "wow Thomas is so sexy" coupled with "his new hair is gonna make me stop loving him :/" to make it really clear that they apparently think of him more as an object rather than a person with the right to look how he wants.

Turns out that they've been told directly that this is making Thomas uncomfortable and they haven't stopped. Their response to being criticised about this is genuinely hilarious. It includes some real gems like "I know it may seem like my love is conditional but it's not" (do you know the meaning of conditional) and "I just have some genuine concerns and criticisms" (you don't get to have genuine concerns about other peoples bodies) and "im not body shaming him" (this is absolutely body shaming. Honestly after hes been so vulnerable about his hair I'd say its worse than those other people) and "fanders can't handle even the slightest criticism towards Thomas 🙄" (maybe a fair criticism but what you're doing here is not criticism at all it's just being an asshole)

Apparently they got cancer as a kid or something and thought they were gonna lose their hair, so they get triggered by other people shaving their hair. And there was something about being afraid of change in there too. They described in great detail about how Thomas shaving his hair left them hyperventilating, and how when their irl crush said she wanted to shave her hair they kept dropping hints about how much they hated the idea until she left.

Honestly I'm concerned about them, other people's hair should not be leaving you this distressed. Like they need some help and I don't mean that in the "I don't like them so I'm gonna make jokes about them going to therapy way" I mean that entirely genuinely. I'd feel worse for them if they weren't such an asshole about it though. Like idgaf about your sob story if you're using it to justify asserting your own desires about how someone looks above their comfort and boundaries

Anyway yeah that's the reason I'm never gonna think about the silly fight with the bald guys in the same way every again. I mean I'm exaggerating but yeah

#tbh i think this person really upset me i couldnt sleep last night bc i was thinking about Hair Stuff #i was in a thinking about my hair mood (terrible and the worst) anyway and this probably didn't help #ask #uhh how do i even tag this?? #ts discourse #love how often im using that tag considering i have it blocked #making this unrebloggable bc i dont really want it to spread at all

[ohnoyizhan]

I hope you're having a lovely day❤️️ Your tags are funny! It became a habit of mine to scroll down the post and through them because I KNOW I WILL LAUGH

I am glad i can make you laugh with my silly tags. I’ll try to hone them better now that i know, but idk if i’ll manage lol. (prolly not)

Thank you for sending me this.

#answered #wow my silly tags got an ask on its own #jesiyathatsit #edit: i was so impressed that i managed to make someone laugh through the net i forgot to wish you a lovely day too. #here- have a lovely day!!

[chippedaxe]

yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

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Come Morning Light

Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader

Genre: Zombie Apocalypse

Warnings: Violence, blood, zombies doing what zombies do, unprotected sex, hurt/comfort, drama, a wild Kun appears!, Ten being too adorable for his own good

Summary: Years into the zombie apocalypse and you’re just trying like hell to survive. In this makeshift new world, the rich still have the power while everyone else clamors for a safe place to lay their head. You have one rule and it has served you well; trust no one. Yet you’re willing to throw it out the window for a charming stranger named Ten Lee.

Word Count: 9,029

A/N: : Part Two aka the ending! I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. 😘

~part two~

Leaning over to tie your boots still caused a deep ache in your side but you were going to resolutely ignore it as you’d been doing for the past few days. You weren’t sure how gunshot wounds were treated before the end of the world, but you were certain if Kun had not done a decent patch job on you, you’d be dead. Apparently according to the books he’d read—because of course Kun just read medical books for fun—healing time depended on where you were shot. The stomach and the chest were the worst places to take a bullet so in that respect you’d gotten lucky. But having a tiny piece of hot metal force its way through your body had not been a walk in the park. At least it’d missed your major organs but nearly bleeding out while trying to get help; well it wasn’t something you ever wanted to experience again.

Now you were left sore and tender with a wound healing at the speed of thick molasses. Hoping it didn’t get aggravated or infected. Stitching it or stapling it also wasn’t ideal because sometimes it could lead to an infection.

With a deep sigh you straightened and just sat for a moment to get your bearings. Footsteps sounded in the tiny hallway with Kun appearing in the doorway seconds later. He leaned against the door frame and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, watching as you caught your breath. You knew what he was going to say but you weren’t about to be dissuaded from your goal. As far as you were concerned too much time had passed already.

“Y/N…” Kun said slowly. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy. I can already tell whatever you’re planning will end with you bleeding through your bandages.”

You shrugged. “Good thing I have extra then huh?”

He scoffed. “I’m serious, Y/N. You got lucky and it just seems silly to tempt fate for a second time.”

You shook your head. “Getting shot wasn’t the second time, it was like the ninth or tenth. Or have you forgotten all the times I went into zombie infested areas to grab you some cough syrup?”

Kun rolled his dark eyes. “Of course I haven’t forgotten. It’s not like I wanted to ask you to do those things, or that I never understood the risk you were taking. I didn’t want to have to ask you but there was no other way. I’d have been devastated if something happened to you while you were doing something for me.”

“Look I’m sorry okay. I just—I’m anxious and freaked out, and taking it out on you,” you admitted as you rubbed your forehead. “I know you’re just trying to be nice and a—a friend. Hell you saved my life; I owe you big time. But I have to do this. I understand why you might not—”

“You think I don’t get why you’re doing this?” He arched a brow. “I’ve been accused of being a nerd but never an idiot. You’re obviously in love with him. With Ten.”

In the past you would have vehemently denied his words but there was really no point now. He’d know you were lying, and honestly it would just be stupid. You didn’t take a bullet for someone you didn’t love.

“It wasn’t part of the plan,” you said candidly. “I was just supposed to keep him alive—I figured he’d get tired of tagging along with me and then he’d be your problem.”

Kun came over and sat down beside you. “Oh wow, thanks.” He smiled. “This new life that we were all forced into isn’t easy. I do my best because I sort of feel like I don’t have any other choice. People need help so I help because I have the skills to do so. But I get why someone might go the other way. Disconnect and avoid attachments. Especially if they’ve lost a lot.”

Guess I was more transparent than I thought. “Yeah I know I’m a walking, talking cliché. The tough chick who doesn’t need anyone suddenly falling for someone. Truthfully though I didn’t exactly try very hard to not get attached to Ten. He made it easy. He’s funny and sweet and just the right bit of a dick sometimes. And after being on my own so long…”

Kun hummed. “Personally I thought he was a smart ass but I could tell from day one that he thought you were something special. That he liked you. And him being a little shit sometimes aside, I was happy that you two were traveling together. Watching each other’s backs. There is nothing wrong with letting your guard down and letting someone in. It’s very scary but it’s usually worth it.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. “Then you get why I have to make sure he’s okay. I know your spies said he’s safe but I—I want to see it with my own eyes. It’s been a fucking month and I finally feel strong enough to be more active. To sneak into Starlight Tower and try to make contact.”

“How though? How do you plan to get into this place that no one gets into unless they are invited?” His skepticism coated his tone but you didn’t blame his disbelief. Had you been in his shoes you’d have been reacting the same way.

“I’ve…kinda been inside the tower but not in the way you think. I told Ten I’d never set foot in there but that was a lie. Sort of. Before my brother died he and I would explore whatever area we could for stuff. It was like…our thing. Anyway one day we found this like, buried hatch out in the woods. We assumed it was just some water pipe or something like that but after prying off the top we found a tunnel. Stupidly we climbed down and followed it. Kun, that tunnel leads to a maintenance shaft that goes right up into the tower. You come out in a janitor’s closet on the bottom level.”

“Wow. I’m surprised no one in Starlight knows about it. I mean it could be dangerous if the wrong people found out about it.” He rubbed his chin. “Like those assholes that shot you for instance. They’d try to burn the place to the ground.”

Maybe they should. “I guess they’re too busy being complacent to care. Or maybe they think the tunnel collapsed so it’s fine. Or…maybe they don’t even know it exists. Either way it’s there and I’m gonna use it. All I have to do is follow it up into the building and make sure I’m not seen crawling out of it. Then it’s just steal some staff clothes and find Ten. I know a bit about fixing shit so if someone questions me I can just rattle off about wires and shit.”

Kun rolled his shoulders, his expression filled with worry. “I…do you really think you can pull it off without getting caught? Because I mean if you are who knows what they’ll do to you.”

Naturally he wasn’t wrong. If they figured out you didn’t belong the best case scenario would be getting thrown out. However, if they wanted to make an example out of you anything could happen. Maybe even a public execution. “It’s a risk I am willing to take. The last time Ten saw me I was gushing blood on the highway. And I know you offered to get a message to him but I—I want him to see I’m okay in person. I want to tell him that—well I just want to talk to him too.”

Nodding, Kun clasped his hands together between his legs. “Well it’s obvious I can’t talk you out of this crazy thing you’ve cooked up, so I’ll just silently hope everything goes okay. That you find Ten and do whatever it is you need to do.”

You smiled and bumped his shoulder. “Thanks Kun. If it helps I promise to be as careful as I can be.”

“I’ll take it. Fine. I’ll put together a kit just in case you do need to change your bandages or something. Please try to keep everything as clean as possible. If you get gangrene, we can’t just chop it off.”

“Don’t worry, getting a staph infection is not how I want to go out.”

Huffing affectionately, Kun gave your knee a squeeze before getting up and leaving the room. You watched him go, idly thinking about all that he’d done for you in the past month.

The guys from Starlight had managed to kill all of the raiders before speeding off; their vehicle had hit a large lump of dirt and t-boned off the road before rolling over several times. You’d honestly thought about just quietly letting death take you, but it seemed stupid considering how hard you’d always fought beforehand. So you’d pulled yourself up with the help of your truck’s bumper, limped around to the driver’s side and tumbled in. Drove into the settlement and blew the horn until someone came over to see what was going on. From there things got hazy and you’d passed out moments later.

When you’d finally came to, a worried Kun had been sitting by your bedside. From there he’d filled you in on how he’d succeeded in saving your life but explained that you weren’t out of the woods yet. For days afterwards you’d stared at the ceiling and thought about Ten, wondering if he was okay. Wondering if something terrible was happening to him. Sure those in Starlight had apparently wanted him back but as far as you were concerned they could not be trusted. Obviously they were corrupt; what if they had some sinister ulterior motives?

Because Kun had helped so many people—even those that just passed through—he’d earned their loyalty and the ability to call in favors. But while his “spies” eventually reported that Ten was fine, you’d knew just hearing it second hand wasn’t enough. That it would never be enough.

I was supposed to keep him safe and I failed. I knew I would but… Cringing at your own thoughts, you stood and gathered up your dark hair, securing a rubber band around it so that it was in a swinging ponytail. Your body felt stiff from disuse—with a little luck you wouldn’t have to do anything too strenuous. Running from any molded was definitely out of the question.

“Okay,” you said aloud. “Okay.”

You grabbed your simple jean jacket from where it lay on the dresser and slipped it on. You then made your way into the living room where Kun was zipping a small shoulder bag shut. “Alright this is mostly bandages but I also put in some clean bottled water and some Vaseline. And a bit of medical tape. No matter what happens I want you back here so I can check you out.”

“I’ll make sure to drag my corpse back if things go sideways,” you joked and he scrunched up his face. “Relax Kun I got this. Granted the assholes in Starlight could be scarier than all of the icky zombies, I’m gonna be fine. I can treat it just like any other supply run where I’m looking for something I need.”

“I have faith in you.” Kun combed his fingers through his black hair. “Still…be careful.”

With a wave you exited his house and walked over to your truck, smoothing your hand across the hood. There were bullet holes in the grill now but thankfully it sill worked. Once inside you started the engine, threw it into gear and were off. Nervously you gripped the steering wheel, your heart thudding loudly in your ears. This had to work, it had to. Even if you weren’t able to make contact directly with Ten, and just saw him from across the room, that would settle your nerves about the situation. Talking to him would be better but truthfully you weren’t expecting any miracles. And you were not allowing yourself to think about what happened after.

Like did you just say oh you’re fine, bye and go? What was the alternative?

Realistically you realized that you were taking a gamble on going to see Ten. Yes you’d had amazing sex several times over, and yes you felt something for him but what if his feelings had never been as deep? What if he resented you for infiltrating his perfect life?

“No, that’s stupid.” You scolded yourself. “Ten isn’t like that. The fear on his face when he was taken away was real.”

Of course if you got to Starlight and discovered something terrible had happened to him—fuck—you didn’t know what you would do. The cans of gasoline in the back of your truck gave you a few ideas though.

It took you about an hour to reach the outskirts of Starlight Tower; the beautiful shimmering building that stretched up towards the sky like a titan. It was surrounded by a thick wall of carefully placed cement pillars with two entry points, one at the front and another at the rear. Both were heavily guarded by men in tactical vests with powerful weapons. Outside the wall were the remains of a burnt city that tapered off into overgrown rolling hills. A few people had tried to live there, figuring they’d be safe because they were so close to the tower but they’d been run off. Now it was just a reminder of what once was.

You parked your truck under a tall tree with weeping branches and exhaled deeply, forcing your mind to be calm. If you treated this like any other run you would be perfectly fine. You were small and quiet and unassuming. You were used to keeping your head down so as not to draw attention to yourself. Besides the people inside those walls probably wouldn’t look twice at you anyway. You weren’t their kind.

Suitably pepped, you decided to get on with it. It sucked that you couldn’t take any weapons but you didn’t want to risk setting off any alarms. With Kun’s bag slung across your chest, you entered the dense cropping of trees and hurried towards where you’d found the hatch. You prayed that it was still there, that it hadn’t been found and permanently sealed. Forgetting its location wasn’t something you worried about. After all it had been the last place you and your brother had explored before…before he died.

Ten minutes—and thankfully no incidents later—you found what you were looking for. A big lump nestled near twisted bushes and covered with leaves. You brushed them away quickly, scooping up the thick dirt that had accumulated around the rusted hand wheel. It took several tries and more strength than you’d wanted to use but bit by bit you felt the pressure give until the wheel was slowly spinning. You spun it to the left until you heard a heavy click, the hatch hissing open seconds later. With a grunt you pried it up and peeped down into the hole, making a face at the musty smell that wafted out.

The ladder was dirty but sturdy so you used it to climb down. At the bottom you turned on your flashlight and stared into the encroaching darkness, your nerves tingling. There had been nothing down there last time but roaches and rats the size of tiny dogs; as gross as it sounded you hoped they were all you encountered this time. Your injured side gave a sharp twinge—muscles protesting from the effort of opening the hatch—but you ignored it.

Into the breach…

You had nothing for company but the sound of your own footsteps as your boots thumped on the cracked cement. You were a bit unnerved to look behind you; the wicked voice in the back of your mind saying the boogeyman was just waiting to gobble you up. Though being killed by a monster was preferable to being turned into a tree bark zombie. It occurred to you that you didn’t have a plan for what would happen if you were infected but eh, you’d cross that bridge if you ever came to it.

As the tunnel got warmer you quickened your pace, breaking into the lightest of jogs until you were standing in front of another metal ladder. You wasted no time climbing up, saying a small prayer before pushing against the filthy grate. It whined noisily but opened into a small shaft that you were able to wiggle into. From there you crawled towards the only light source besides your flashlight.

And then you saw it. The slats of a vent that opened out into a room. The janitor’s closet.

In seconds you were out and quickly checking the double set of lockers, finding a blue jumpsuit with the nametag too faded to read. Slipping it on, you exhaled in relief and chuckled because you’d actually made it! You were inside the freaking walls of Starlight Tower.

That vent is so innocuous, no wonder no one has paid any attention to it.

Now comes the hard part.

Stashing Kun’s bag behind a trash can, you slowly opened the door leading out of the room and peeped into the hallway. It was brightly lit and super clean but thankfully empty, so you slipped out and just started walking. You turned one corner and then another before actually running into another person; a guy no more than eighteen with a bucket and a mop listlessly mopping the floor.

He looked up at the sound of you coming closer, taking in your outfit. “They got you on clean up duty too?”

You blinked. “Hm? Oh yeah. You know how it is. God forbid anyone here take out their own trash.”

The young man snickered. “Right? They probably don’t even know where the dumpsters are. But you’re new? I just mean I haven’t seen you on my shift before. I’m Jamie.”

“Yeah. I’m usually up doing housekeeping but you know what these people are like. When they find out you have more than one skill they can’t wait to put it to good use.” You made a face. “But nice to meet you, Jamie. I’m…Rey.”

“Nice to meet you, Rey.” Jamie motioned to his mop. “Guess I better get back to it before someone comes and pops a blood vessel. See ya around.”

“Same. Hey um…” You clear your throat. “You wouldn’t happen to know a tenant here by the name of Ten Lee would you? I—see I usually clean on the fifth floor and he’s not on that one, but I was told he spilled something and needs his carpet cleaned ASAP. I need to find him and have him take me up before someone murders me.”

Jamie actually appeared sympathetic as if he had to deal with the demands from residents all the time. “Geeze but I hear that. I don’t know Mr. Lee personally but most people say he’s a decent guy so there is that. You should check the restaurant. If he’s not there find Kiki and ask her. She’s nosy as hell so she’ll know where he is for sure.”

You chuckled. “Thank you. Later.”

Leaving Jamie to his mopping, you exhaled slowly when you were out of sight. Rey wasn’t bad for a fake name especially one thought up in the moment. You’d almost said Kun.

Upon reaching the stairwell you spied a laminated map pasted to the wall. Thankfully it clearly marked where everything in the building was from the gym to the mall to a small theater. You squinted at the different places until you found the restaurant; seventh floor.

“How many floors does this damn building have?”

Slightly disgusted, you entered the stairwell with your head down, eyes landing on each number until seven came into view. You wiped your suddenly sweaty palms on your clothes and reached for the door handle, pulling it open and stepping through. Whatever the floor had been before, now it was a genuine restaurant with glass walls and fancy lightning. The tables were round—except for the booths—with white silk table cloths and fresh flowers in black vases. People were inside laughing and dining, ordering from leather menus trimmed in gold while sipping champagne out of shimmering flutes.

It made you sick. It made you angry as hell that these people were eating expensive food and drinking expensive wine while outside, families were existing on what amounted to peanuts. And the worst part was that they didn’t care. They didn’t give a single fuck because they were safe and happy. Sure not all of them were probably assholes but the vast majority? Yeah you’d believe that.

Schooling your features into something that said I’m here to help, you stepped closer to the glass doors and peered inside. It didn’t take you long to find Ten; he stood out like a rose in the middle of dirty concrete. He was sitting at a table near one of the large square windows, gazing out with a faraway expression on his incredibly handsome face. He wore a light gray suit with a white t-shirt underneath, his black hair cleverly styled so that a few strands fell across his forehead. As far as you were concerned he was the best thing you’d seen in a very long time.

You stared at him as if in a trance; your heart beating loudly in your ears. This could be enough. He was visibly fine. You could turn around and walk away right now with the knowledge that he was okay. That he was most likely just living his life.

But.

I should go in. If I don’t go in I’ll always wonder why I didn’t I go in.

Your hand was reaching for the door when movement across the room caught your eye. A lovely young woman in a pink pencil skirt hurried past tables and made a beeline for Ten. He stood when she grew closer and flashed her a grin, pulling out the chair opposite his own. The woman said something and pointed to her watch, giving it a hard tap. Next she was taking his chin in her between her tiny fingers and leaning forward to kiss him on the lips.

The scene stuttered and for a brief second you thought you were in some strange simulation. That none of this was real and any minute now you’d wake up in your bed, ready to greet a day that wasn’t filled with zombies and monsters. But perhaps that would be life being too kind. If karma was a thing you couldn’t help but wonder what you’d done to deserve the shit end of everything. Was it your caustic attitude when dealing with people that asked for something? Was it putting a bullet in your brother’s brain after he turned into a thing you didn’t recognize anymore? Seriously, what was it? Hadn’t losing everyone you ever cared about been bad enough?

Or would the suffering just never end?

Then again…maybe this was for the best. Maybe this was how stuff was just supposed to go. It had been a month. Or just a month depending on how you looked at it.

But it wasn’t like he was under any obligation to—to care. Perhaps you’d just been a blip to him; a mirage while he was out in the world that faded away once he was back where he truly belonged.

I should go. He’s fine. Very. I’m going to go.

The door swinging open caught you by surprise; the posh couple not caring that it literally slapped you nearly in the face. It hit your side and a yelp escaped before you could swallow it down, not that the couple gave a shit however. A few people inside of the restaurant glanced in your direction—more out of curiosity than anything else—and you looked up to find Ten staring at you. He mouthed your name and you did what you did best.

You ran.

You turned on your heel and dashed to the door leading to the stairwell, prying it open as if it had offended you. You took the steps two at a time and were heading to the fifth floor when a hand grabbed your upper arm, pulling you up short. Totally prepared to spin another lie for whomever had questions for you, it was no surprise you wouldn’t get that lucky.

“Y/N?” Ten was gaping at you. “I—you’re—you’re alive?!”

“Apparently,” you said slowly.

He blinked out of whatever daze that had befallen him and crushed you against him, burying his face into the hollow of your neck. You gasped in pain and he immediately pulled away, his hand brushing your injured side. “Shit, fuck I’m so sorry! I—what--how?” You opened your mouth to reply but he kept talking. “You’re alive. You’re alive! You—you have no idea I—they told me you were dead. When we got back here I refused to even go inside unless they went back for you, so they did. They came back and said you were dead. That the settlement residents found you but it was too late. You’d bled out.”

Figures. “Well as you can see, rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated,” you replied sarcastically. “I doubt whoever even set foot close to the settlement because if they had, Kun would have told them all about how he saved my life.”

Ten swallowed thickly. “I shouldn’t have believed them. I should have gone and looked for myself. But there was so much blood… I thought there was no way anyone could survive especially not these days without a hospital. Carter even said you’d been cremated.” Sighing deeply, he cupped your face with his soft hands, thumbs brushing across your cheeks. “Ar—are you okay?”

“I’m alive.”

“Thank god.”

Gazing up at him, for a moment it was as if you were the only two people in the world. You could feel your eyes tearing up as the emotions started to get the better of you. Your body swayed into his orbit; all you really wanted to do was collapse into his arms and stay there for as long as you could. As impractical as that was. But you’d just missed him so much and now here he was. In front of you, looking amazing. Smelling amazing. Real and safe and…

“You’ve got lipstick on you.” You pulled away from him and quickly wiped at your eyes. “Red’s your color.”

Ten jolted. “I—shit. Hey, hey give me ten minutes, okay? I need to make my excuses to… Please just wait right here and then I’ll explain everything. Please?” He grabbed your hand. “Please?”

You thought back to finding him in that drug store, dirty and terrified and asking you to please him help. You hadn’t been able to say no then and unfortunately you weren’t able to say no now. “Ten minutes. And then I’m out of here.”

He pressed a kiss to your knuckles and sprinted back upstairs, leaving you to nearly slide down against the wall. You were exhausted and sad, and felt like an idiot for not running away as fast as you could. Not to mention your side was steadily aching now.

Kun’s gonna say I told you so. I think I deserve it. Coming here was a mistake.

True to his word Ten returned ten minutes later and sans lipstick. He told you to just follow him and not to speak to anyone, so you did. He led you to an elevator, told people something had broken in his room and that you were going to fix it when they inquired about your reason for being around. You had to stand silently and listen as they conversed about someone’s birthday party, and if Ten was done planning it. So much inane shit while the world was on fire.

When you were finally within the safety of Ten’s lavish apartment, you let your guard down a bit. His space was just like the rest of Starlight; elegant and clean in shades of blue and gray. His living room was quite expansive with black furniture and a big flat screen TV with a blu ray player. Off to the right was the kitchen filled with chrome appliances and to the left—you assumed anyway—bedrooms.

You wandered over to the windows and snorted at the view. “Burnt city and rolling hills. Almost looks like art from this high.”

“Y/N…” Ten put his hands on your waist and kissed your temple, resting his cheek to the top of your head. “I’m so happy you’re here. I’ve thought about you every day since. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah you missed me a lot,” you whispered. “In your pretty home with your pretty things and your pretty girl. I guess a month is enough time to…be okay with a friend dying but…”

“You think that’s how things went?” His lips brushed your ear and you shivered. “That they told me you were dead and I just shrugged. Took a shower and went about my life?” When you didn’t say anything, he brought his arms up so that he could wrap them around your shoulders. “I’ve been mourning you since the very second I lost you. I came back here and I just—I crawled into bed with no intention of getting up. I cried and I blamed myself. I thought of all the shit I could have done differently to save you.”

You shook your head. “It wasn’t your fault.”

He huffed. “Either way I felt responsible for what had happened to you. The man who’s in charge here…his name is Hawthorne. He’s the reason I was able to come home. Basically what he says goes. So when he called me into his office and requested that I get back to work, I knew it wasn’t really a request. Just like when he suggested I take his daughter under my wing as an assistant.” With your eyes on his reflection in the glass, you saw him frown. “She’s into me but the feelings aren’t mutual. But I either pretend for a bit or…”

Alarmed you turned to face him. “Ten.”

Smiling, he pressed two fingers to your thudding pulse point. “You are not just my friend. You are way more than that and having you here, in my arms, it’s what I’ve been dreaming about for weeks. God, I love you Y/N and I should have said it before but…”

Unable to stand it anymore, you crumbled against him and burrowed into his chest. He hugged you as tightly as he dared, soothingly rubbing your back.

“I love you too,” you said chuckling. “Hell, I came here to make sure you were okay. Seeing you with that girl I…I thought I’d misread our…thing.”

Ten nodded. “It’s okay. I know what it probably looked like to you. I’m sorry I made you doubt how I feel about you.”

You reached up and touched his face. “Sorry I had you thinking I was dead.”

He rolled his eyes affectionately and kissed you, pushing you gently back to the window. You sighed happily and kissed him back, tangling your fingers into his soft hair. His mouth was cold and he tasted like freaking sugar plums; must have been the wine. However just like that, all the bullshit you’d been through to get to this moment didn’t seem so bad after all. All you’d wanted for the past month was to have Ten back in your life and now he was. You’d gotten a second chance with him and you weren’t going to waste it.

“Wish I could take you to bed.” Ten dipped his head so that he could drag his lips down your neck, nipping at your skin with just a hint of teeth. “My bed. You’re here and you’re alive, and I feel like I need to feel more of you. To be inside you. To know I’m not dreaming.”

You grinned. “Getting fucked in front of these wide ass windows is a kink I didn’t know I had until now. But honestly I’d probably start bleeding all over you but it’s a risk I’m willing to take if you’re cool with it.”

“Gross,” he replied but he was smiling. “What if I went down on you? Less…movement…”

“As much as I want nothing more than your face between my legs,” you said as you smoothed your thumb across his mouth. “Muscles clench when you come either way. And that asshole couple hit me with the door so…”

“Oh!” Ten kissed your cheek and made a beeline for what you presumed to be his bathroom. “I have something for that. Make yourself at home.”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you plopped down on his couch and went with the urge to remove your shoes. His things were too nice to get dirty. “So this Hawthorne is a dick huh?”

“That’s putting it lightly.” He returned with an orange bottle of pills and a bottle of water. “There is a council but he’s the head of said council. The deciding vote. Though truthfully the only reason he let me come back is because of his daughter.”

As he sat down beside you and handed you the items he’d picked up, you arched a brow. “The daughter that wants to ride you like she stole you? She’s pretty.”

He shrugged. “She’s…nothing compared to you. But she mentioned how upset she was when I was kicked out, and how she kept telling her dad I was innocent. He says he looked into everything but at this point he could be lying. Either way here I am, trying to placate her enough to keep her dad off my back.”

You sniffed the pills before taking two—generic Tylenol was better than nothing. “Have you slept with her?”

“God no. I’m hoping it won’t come to that.”

You took a sip of water. “Heh that sounds like wishful thinking. You’re gorgeous and she’s interested. Eventually she’s gonna want the dick. I mean you look…”

Ten smirked and slipped closer to you. “Yeah? How do I look?”

You snorted. “Rich and extremely fuckable.” Sighing, you entwined your fingers with his. “Like home if I had a home.”

“I like the sound of that.” He gestured to your side. “Can—can I see?”

Slightly amused, you shimmied down the top of the jumpsuit so that you could lift your shirt. Very carefully you peeled one side of your bandage down so that he could see your bullet wound. It wasn’t as angry looking as it used to, but it was still a hole in your flesh. All exposed pinkish white tissue.

“Wow. Stupid question but did it hurt a lot?”

“It hurt like hell but it burned too. Kun said I got pretty lucky that it exited so that he didn’t have to go digging. And that it missed my major organs.”

“You pushed me out of the way.”

“Well, yeah. Of course. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

Ten rubbed your thigh. “Kun saved your life and you saved mine. Guess I’m up next.” He tilted his head to the side. “Then again being here we don’t have much to worry about. Just the occasional zombie break in and that’s usually taken care of at the wall. You’ll be totally safe now and we can—”

Oh, Ten. “Ten I—I can’t stay here.”

He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

You licked your lips. “I don’t belong here, and I don’t mean that because I’m poor but because I legit sneaked in. The moment someone finds out I have no papers or whatever, I’m fucked.”

That made him frown even more. “No we’ll fix it. I’ll get you papers and you—you might have to stay on the ground floor but it’ll be fine. Workers are allowed up here if they have a reason and I’ll break everything in my apartment to give you one.”

Your eyes drifted to where you were still holding hands. “And when your admirer notices that I’m always around you? She’s liable to have me murdered or something. Not to mention I don’t fancy having to watch you and her do…whatever. I’ve never been that good when it comes to sharing, and I won’t have people treating me like dirt because I wash their laundry or whatever. I came here to make sure that you were okay and to show you that I’m okay. I have to go.”

Ten got up to pace in front of his glass coffee table. “That—no. I just got you back. I don’t want to lose you again. I never want to lose you.”

His words made your mood gloomier. “I don’t wanna lose you either but we have to be practical. It’s too dangerous for us to be together here.”

He came up short and blinked at you. “Right. It’s…too dangerous for us to be together here.” Without another word he turned and headed into his bedroom.

This time however you followed him. “Ten?” You lingered in the doorway, admiring his king sized bed and walk in closet. “Hey what are you doing?”

“You’re right you can’t stay here. Even if we could manage to pull it off, you’re too good for these people. They’d drive you insane with their demands and I—I wouldn’t want to put you in any uncomfortable situations. Plus, Hawthorne’s daughter would be a problem for us.” Grinning, he pulled a black duffle bag from underneath his bed and started calmly placing clothes into it. “So I’m leaving with you.”

You were shocked and your first reaction was to tell him that’s insane. But as you watched him basically pack, you chuckled. It would be dumb to deprive yourself of something your desperately wanted. “You’d rather be out there with me than in the lap of luxury here? Out there; with the crazy people with guns and the creatures that want to eat you. Sounds crazy.”

He shrugged a little. “There is nothing here for me, not really. Before meeting you this place was my home but now it’s just…it’s like a gilded cage. I do what Hawthorne wants and I’m fine. I step out of line and who knows what he’ll do to me. I was okay here because I had what I needed. Now you’re what I need, and if you’re not here I don’t want to be here either.”

Visibly touched, you ducked your head to hide your smile. “I feel like I should lie and tell you I don’t want you to come because it would be the noble thing to do. Also saying you should stay here makes sense but really I just want you with me. I love you and I want to be with you.”

“Glad we are on the same page.”

“Yeah but getting you out might not be as easy as it was for me to get in.”

“How did you get in here?”

“Secret tunnel into a janitor’s closet. I found the entrance years ago but never had a reason to use it before now.” Smoothing a hand over your face, you exhaled and sat down on the side of his bed. “It’s the only way I know out besides the main doors which are obviously not an option. Unless…we cause a distraction.”

Ten paused with a small case of what appeared to be skin products. “What kind of…distraction?”

Of course he’d pack those; endearing bastard. “Well off the top of my head you told people something was broken in here. What if there was a fire? Nothing that would destroy the whole tower, but something that would cause enough chaos that no one would be paying attention to what you’re doing.” You grinned. “You have hairspray, right?”

Ten pointed to his vanity. “What did you have in mind?”

Plucking up the can, you gave it a shake. “Are you almost done packing?”

He nodded. “Almost. I just have a few more clothes and some sentimental items. What are you going to do, Y/N?”

Something fucked up. I’m excited. “Do you trust me?”

Ten’s slender fingers wrapped around the back of your neck so that he could pull you closer and rest your foreheads together. “With my life. You do whatever you have to do to get us out of here in one piece.”

Smiling, you kissed him tenderly. “Make sure you take everything you want because you’ll never be seeing this place again. Not from the inside anyway.”

Ten kissed you again, his lips so unbelievably soft. “Okay.” As he emptied his dresser drawers and grabbed photos off a bookcase, he glanced at you. “Thank you for coming for me.”

“That’s what she said,” you joked and he laughed. “But you’re welcomed. Though it’s not like I really had a choice. I’ve thrown myself into dangerous situations for medicine, guns—you name it and I’ve probably scavenged it for others. Like you said; this time it’s about what I need.”

His whole face lit up when he smiled and you knew you’d never get tired of seeing that. That from this point on you were gonna make seeing that smile a priority.

Like a bee, Ten buzzed around his apartment picking up whatever he felt he didn’t want to leave behind. He took food from his pantry and fridge, slipped into Tupperware and shoved it into his bag. By the time he was done the duffle was completely full and lumpy looking. Like it had everything but the kitchen sink.

“We’ll say it’s dirty laundry if anyone asks.” You snickered when he hefted it up onto his shoulder. “Ready? Last chance to back out.”

Ten looked around slowly, brown eyes taking in his old home for the last time. “Let’s get out of here.”

“There is just one final thing to do.” Slipping into his kitchen, you yanked several aerosol cans from underneath the sink and put them—along with the hairspray—into his microwave. “Go out with a goddamn bang.” You put in fifteen minutes, not that it would take that long and quickly ushered Ten out into the hallway. “Time to haul ass pretty boy. Stairs. Elevator’s too risky.”

Together you both entered the stairwell and descended bit by bit, passing floor after floor until suddenly a loud boom sounded above you, giving the building a moderate shake. The sprinkler system kicked on and you smirked to yourself, imagining how the microwave had exploded and set the walls aflame in yellow and orange. Doors to other floors started to open with panicked residents flooding the stairs, trying to get to the bottom floor. Everyone was so concerned with their own safety they didn’t really look twice at you and Ten, except to lightly question what was going on.

Caught up in the flow, you exited on the ground floor where the main doors were. The crowd pushed and shoved their way towards them but you grabbed Ten’s hand to keep him back with you. He arched a brow and you winked at him, pulling him in the opposite direction. The crowd wasn’t affected at all; people were too busy whining about being wet and having their fancy clothes ruined. Or starting to demand answers from the guards that had shown up.

“Do you remember the way?”

“I—”

“Ten!”

Ten paused and you both looked back to see pink pencil skirt at the other end of the hallway, hair and clothes soaked completely through. She waved at Ten with a smile, but little by little her happy expression dimmed when he didn’t really acknowledge her. Her eyes dipped to where you were still holding his hand; you saw the moment the light bulb snapped on above her head. The moment she just knew you were more than some worker. And if you holding hands hadn’t tipped her off, the duffle slung over Ten’s shoulder surely did it.

She opened her mouth to yell or call out again but a guard stepped in front of her, momentarily blocking you from her view. You yanked Ten around the corner and didn’t stop powering walking until you were in the janitor’s closet.

It’s like we disappeared, heh.

“This is how you got in here?” Ten inquired. He pushed wet strands out of his eyes and you blinked at him, temporarily struck by how gorgeous he was. “Y/N?”

“What? Oh yeah. Shit.” Cursing, you picked up a mop handle and wedged it through the door slot so that it wouldn’t just open. Then you removed the grate from the wall. “Here. Go in backwards so you can climb down the ladder. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Okay okay.”

Ten did as you requested and once you were certain he was mostly out of the way, you slipped in to follow him. Inside the shaft, you fit the grate back into place just as the door began to rattle on its hinges. Ignoring it, you inched backwards until your feet hit the first rung of the ladder. In seconds you were in the tunnel and then running—side be damned—towards the entrance.

You didn’t stop to think or talk until you and Ten were both within the safety of your truck, speeding away from Starlight Tower forever.

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Sinking your teeth into the delectable skin of Ten’s inner thigh, you laughed at the sound he made. He was flat on his back inside of the tiny blue tent, pants, jacket and underwear off to the side, his white t-shirt rucked up under his arms. His legs were spread so that you fit comfortably between them with a pillow against your side for support. After finding a safe area—an old brick car garage with a sturdy door—you’d placed your emergency tent into the bed of your truck so that you could both relax for a bit. One thing tripped into another where you’d wanted to show Ten how much you had missed him. You eventually decided sucking his brains out through his cock worked just fine.

The light from the tiny battery powered lantern threw a white glow across his face, showing every expression he may have tried to hide. His eyes were closed, long lashes curling upward. His right arm was up above his head with his left resting idly by his side. He was limp and fucked out from the orgasm you’d coaxed out of him; the pretty sounds he’d been making now nothing more than whispers. Chest still heaving and coated in a tiny sheen of sweat, he looked exquisite. And he was all yours.

Grinning, you plucked up one of your socks and gently cleaned him up before tossing it away. You placed feather light kisses across his stomach and up the center of his chest, tracing your tongue around his nipple tattoo. He moaned softly and brought his left hand up to grip the back of your neck.

“That…was extremely sexy,” you said as his fingers squeezed a little. “That little arch with your back and hips…”

“Mm.” He chuckled and slowly opened his eyes. “I feel…amazing. Like I’m boneless.”

“Happy to help.”

“Hah. Are you okay? Your side?”

You looked down and saw a tinge of red but ignored it. “I’m good.”

He nodded. “Soon as you’re healed I’m gonna repay the favor until you’re begging me to stop.”

Smirking, you kissed his chin. “Challenge accepted. Ahh…” Content, you slid to his side and cuddled closed, pulling a blanket up over you both. “This is not where I thought I’d end up today. At least not with you. Figured I’d be alone.”

Ten pressed a kiss into your dark hair. “I woke up this morning figuring the day would end like it always did. Fake smiling with people I didn’t care about. Going to bed alone thinking about you. Hoping that I dreamed about you. Knowing that I had years of that ahead of me. But you saved me. Again.”

You played with his gold necklace. “I should make a career out of it. Anyway though I think everything worked out for the best. That dude’s daughter was the only one who saw me with you. Those pricks that left me for dead will no doubt know who she is talking about if she mentions anything, but I don’t think that matters. It’s why I suggested we detour here instead of heading back to Kun’s settlement right away. If they went there looking for us they’re gonna find a lot of jack shit. And Kun has no idea where we are so…” You shrugged. “We could be anywhere.”

“True. However, after what we did to my apartment, there is no way I’ll be welcomed back this time. Hawthorne might would risk it but not if it would weaken his power. He’ll probably tell people I was tainted by the outside and it’s better if I stay out.” He snorted lightly. “Long as he leaves us alone he can say whatever bullshit thing he needs to. Oh and as long as he doesn’t tell my parents something stupid.”

“No worries. That satellite phone is still on the table.” You checked the time on your watch; it wasn’t even sundown yet. “You’ll be able to keep in touch with your family.”

“So what happens now?” Ten tipped your chin up so that you were gazing at each other. “I mean can we like…settle down somewhere? I’m not asking you to stop getting stuff for people but maybe have a home base to return to.”

Before today that idea would have seemed outlandish to you. Now… “You know I think Kun can probably hook us up. He’s been dying to get me to settle in his area for a while. Ten…” Sitting up, you exhaled deeply. “I don’t know. I just—I don’t want you to wake up one day and regret this. Us.”

He lifted onto his elbows. “Why would I regret us? You think living a simple life with the woman I love won’t be enough for me? Y/N, I get why you’re worried but you have no reason to be. I don’t want to be anywhere but right where I am. With you.”

“I believe you.” And you did, wholeheartedly. “Though I still might need to check in about it from time to time.”

“Deal.” He stole a kiss. “You’ll always get the same answer from me. I love you and I want to be with you, wherever the road takes us. Fancy things are just things—they won’t keep me warm at night or look at me the way you do.”

“Sap,” you replied and he chuckled. “Alright Mr. Lee. I shall attempt to be accommodating so that your stay with me is everything you’ve ever wished for.”

“Make sure to call me Mr. Lee the next time I’m inside you. Pretty sure I’d enjoy that.”

“You’re such an asshole…but I love you anyway.” Taking your map out of your bag, you idly looked it over. “Wanna go see Kun and get our new home? If he says there isn’t one we’ll just threaten to live with him.”

Ten smiled and reached for his underwear and pants. “Sounds good. Can I drive?”

You side eyed him. “Baby I love you and I’d take a bullet for you all over again. But we’re not there yet.”

He gasped. “I changed my mind take me back to the tower!”

Giggling, you unzipped the tent and crawled out. “How about I teach you how to drive, and then we’ll see?”

“Okay.” Ten wiggled around to get his clothes on. “That works too. Hey maybe I’ll become a bad ass like you and get my own truck.”

You thought back to his little satchel of skin products and all of the designer clothes he’d packed. “Hey anything is possible. Probably not that but anything else.”

Feet on the ground, you laughed as he wrapped his arms around you to hold you in place against him. “Oh what faith you have in me.” His expression turned so fond that you felt yourself blush. “I think you just want to make me your house boy or house husband or something. Put me in tight pants and no shirts.”

Not like that was such a terrible thing to imagine. “You look good in tight pants with no shirt. But, no. I plan to help you learn as much as you can so that if anything happens to me, you’ll be able to take care of yourself. Besides the obvious, it’s one of the best ways to show you how much I love you.”

“Sap,” he parroted back at you with a grin. “That’s a good plan but my plan is us growing old together, terrorizing our grandkids. I mean hey, look what we managed to do today. You got me out of an impenetrable tower with hairspray. We make a great team.”

Well, you thought to yourself as you lifted on tip toe to kiss him, when he’s right he’s right.

~end~

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[jiilys]

would u help me out for a second. im in the mood to write for the first time, and i think your style is beautiful. sitting down n actually trying though, im stuck as fuck! i’m realizing that in your dialogue/scenes you’ve got a lot of Little Things. little tiny elements that are subtle & just enough. how are you deciding that lily is building a house of cards at the moment or sirius is sitting in a tree or whatever during a given scene? how do you come up with those ideas for dialogue that are so silly & real & sneakily tender? do you know where it’s going when you begin? any advice for just… starting something?

ps: i appreciate you. you make it look easy & that’s very very cool

This is a lovely question!! Sorry it took me so long to get to it, I didn’t want to get it wrong. Also I’ve included some examples to try and explain what I mean in practise, but it also comes off rather like plugging. tragically this is unavoidable. Anyway, all that being said I have no idea how to advise you about dialogue and coming up with it, I think just listening to people talk helps. Don’t forget contractions, and when in doubt always trust the reader to keep up, real people don’t say perfect or even grammatically correct sentences a lot of the time. We also cut each other off all the time, especially when we’re trying to be funny. Like, here’s an example from warm front:

“He’s not even two. He probably would have thought it was, like, having a lie down or something.”

Harry was laughing now, “A lie down?”

“Yeah, a spontaneous, truck-induced–“

“–Permanent–“ “

–Permanent, lie-down. I’m almost jealous now actually.”

Another thing, but people say um and like or can't speak or cut themselves off, especially when they’re nervous. James when Lily says she loves him for the first time: ‘“Wow,” He breathed, “I’m– wow.” He put both hands on her cheeks and kissed her crazy, abruptly, dumbly. Her head spun.’ He can’t even speak! Dumb boy.

I think natural dialogue sometimes just requires you to read it aloud, which is very embarrassing but ultimately quite useful in trying to figure out whether something sounds normal or not. Use casual words, and try not to go dictionary hunting: if you cant think of the word chances are your character can’t either

In terms of concepts I have no idea, but I do have a few tips. I write all my short one-shots in one document (its called ‘just bad’ lmao) so its easy to start something, write a few lines, and then if it doesnt work just start a new concept, but still have all the old stuff handy. if you feel like you’ve written yourself into a corner its probably because you took a wrong turn earlier, so its just a matter of going back up and figuring out where you turned onto the dead end, or where a line could be funnier and/or sadder and/or more meaningful. Sometimes the bare bones of a decent line is there but you have to work it a little.

In this harry/ginny thing where harry is apologising for all the attention and ginny brushes him off she says:

“It’s nothing,” her voice, all force, “Anyway, it’s more funny than annoying.”

The response went through a few drafts, all variations on the same thing:

(1) “You’re funnier.” [too short, doesn’t make sense, and not really that funny. unholy trinity]

(2) “You make it funny.” Harry said, looking at her for real, “It’s not– you make it like that.” [this could work! I have no idea why I cut this, I think I forgot abt it lmao]

(3) “You’re the funniest person I know, Harry said, sincerely, and Ginny felt her heartbeat all through her, “You make it funny.” [jumping from ‘its more funny than annoying’ to getting this sincere out of nowhere is a little much, even for harry who is famously whipped]

I ended up going with this:

“It’s nothing,” her voice, all force, “Anyway, it’s more funny than annoying.”

“You’re funny.” Harry said, looking at her for real, flustered, “I mean– you make it funny. That’s all you.”

It follows the flow of the conversation and I think the way he says it, ‘you’re funny’ like its obvious, and then being like oh fuck and over-explaining it stumbling a little “I mean– you make it funny. That’s all you.”. You know when you like someone and you say something that gives you away before you can stop yourself? I wanted it to sound like that. Just gotta keep in mind how people behave, we are so stupid a lot of the time, we give ourselves away.

The thing about short stuff i find is implying a lot of history without actually describing a lot of it. I normally do this by having memories come up as almost shards, one second of feeling. You know when you’re in a conversation with someone and they mention someone or a past event, and it rises to the top of your brain, but only for a second? i find sometimes when you’re reading stuff people will try and replay entire memories or events mid-conversation, which is not something you do when you think. You don’t need to replay it beat by beat, you were there! This sounds vague as hell so I’ll try and show you what I mean:

From good crimes: “Petunia is engaged.” Lily’s voice, raw and wrong, “To Vernon. Eliza Hunt told me at the supermarket.” Sudden flashes of Petunia, the only time he’d ever met her, sat in the back of Lily’s twenty-first, pinched and whispering. “Whose Eliza Hunt?” This seems as good a thing to say as any.

pretty on the nose (the phrase ‘sudden flashes’ is pretty so i'll allow it from past me). But see how you don’t need to know how Petunia didnt talk to anyone, how she left early, how she was the odd one out: you don’t need to read all that, you already know because she was sat in the back and because pinched is such a mean verb, spiteful and sharp, you can already imagine how the evening went without me saying so

From my proposal take, after Sirius finds out they’re engaged: Sirius’ grip on his shoulder tightened for one second, still grinning, and James knew what he meant. “I know.” He said, because only Sirius had been there for all of it, when they were fifteen, drunk on Firewhiskey for the first time and James had said I think I’ve fucked it, I think I’ve fucked it but I like her for real.

you don’t need a description of the whole night, what party they were at, who they were with, what they were talking about: the important bit is that Sirius was the first person he told, and that they’re both remembering that at the same moment because they’re soulmates lmao. You know when something big happens for a friend and you feel so full of pride & love that you feel like you’ll burst into confetti?? this needed to feel like that, and you only need a flash for it

I feel like I’ve sort of strayed off from what you asked me, which is really advice on how to start something. I normally start with a line, usually of dialogue, and then try and build from there because dialogue is my thing. You might have a different thing! Some people write from concepts or locations, or an image. i might start with one or a few lines of dialogue, write them down, and then try to build from there. For example for the proposal thing I started from james just saying “Marry me”, which I find more romantic than ‘will you marry me’, purely because it sounds like he simply couldn’t stop himself from saying it, like it rushed out. Another example, this thing started from just “don’t be mad at me” “okay” James agreed instantly, because he is such a sucker for her.

When I write I don’t normally know where I’m going! I normally set out to write something I think is vaguely funny and evokes An Emotion, and then I just play around with stuff until I get there. when I write certain stuff and I have scenes in mind, stuff I want to happen, but I find that if I try to plot it to tightly its not exciting to work on, because sometimes you write a good line by accident, that you hadn’t thought of when you sat down, and you surprise yourself. That is a really nice feeling! i want to maximise that feeling.

'What I mostly try to remember is that writing something down, anything down, is useful. Sometimes you write for a whole night and dont get anything useable, but its like clearing pipes. Sometimes you have to flush through shit to get to the good bits. All the rough stuff, the things you don’t like or didn’t work, you wrote to get you to the stuff that did work. All of the bad shit got you here! It wasn’t a waste, you were working to find the good thing

If I had any tips its just the usual stuff, read! It is annoying how much that helps. Also, and I know this may make you shudder, but reading poetry is useful just because in no other literary or media form is language so important. In comics you have pictures, in novels you have plot and character, in film you all that and cinematography, but in poetry you live and die by how good the words are. If you want recs here’s my poem roundup tag, that I do sometimes, or if you want something just now read this by Anne Carson, which uses words like ‘smashing’, ‘boatwash’, and ‘green’ in the best way possible. Also it has these lines: “Recently having learned to recognize the type of tree called sycamore, / I see them in any forest— / the ones that look harrowed, / in shreds, but / go also / straight up into life,”

I mean, think of a sharper image than that?? It’s not possible. Just try remember to stay true to your characters and that in real life, the little stuff is the big stuff. Little things the people around you do normally show they care more than big speeches, and if you want to show love that’s how to make it feel lived in. You want to build a world! the little stuff is usually the world. Take some from your own or dream the ones you wish you had.

This truly was a very kind message and I’m so grateful you like my stuff, I hope any of this was even half-useful, although now reading it back it is borderline nonsensical. I’m going to bed now, good luck with the writing, and don’t forget to send it to me!!

caro xoxo

#writing bitching #said it already but loved this message it was so thoughtful. seemed pretty articulate to me i think ur writing is gunna be just fine!!! #rooting for you & anyone trying to write something rn. words suck and are difficult! they are also better than drugs & sex. regretable #kindnesses

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[amitlee]

Not a softie (2)

Summary- ohh wow a part 2!

Part 1 —

Switch!Techno Switch!Phil

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! The tickles in this are more intense than the ones last time but there is still fluff <3

Please don’t tag as a ship post!

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—“Come to my room?” Phil softly asked Techno, who nodded and sleepily walked after Phil.

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“Soooo” Technoblade said awkwardly, he hadn’t been alone with Philza like this in a while and it certainly hadn’t been under these circumstances. His social awkwardness had started to kick in.

“Soooo what?” Phil replied with a mocking edge. “Ya know, I’ve been thinking in the time we walked together, and I realized that you seem very tense. I don’t know what kind of friend I would be to keep one of my dearest pals in such an uncomfortable state. Please, take a seat.” He patted the spot nearest to him on the bed and glanced over to Technoblade.

Phil had planned to take it easy, start slow end slow, you know? But there was a problem. The man was known for his infamous ler moods, in fact, he could be seen as one of the token lers of their large friend group. Said ler moods came in many forms, the most common being quick and ruthless, and if you were to ask Phil how he was feeling, he’d say common.

“Alright mate. I want to just get into it, so what are you feeling? Do you want me to be gentle or can I go all out? Restraints or no restraints?” Despite feeling ‘quick and ruthless’, the comfort and happiness of his friends was always the number 1 priority.

He watched as Techno stuttered, looking into his eyes once before he had completely turned his head to hide his flushed face. Techno spoke, “Y-Yeah. You can do what you want but I don’t really want restraints, pinning is fine though.”

That was all Philza needed to hear, he sprung into action with a smile on his face. He ended up on top of Techno and holding one hand in his own, leaving the other to be free for the time being. He made a show of looking for a place to start by moving his free hand to different spots, sometimes pausing and acting like he was going to start. Eventually, he settled to rest the tips of his fingers all on a different rib, some in between the spaces. He hesitated, “You remember the safe word, right?”

Techno knew Phil wouldn’t take it too far, but they both liked having a safe word just incase. “Yep. Amber, right?” Sure it was unoriginal, but it was easy to remember and used across many people.

Phil gave a gentle smile, his facade wavering a bit before he remembered what he was doing. “Mhm. Just making sure. Now if you’ll excuse me...” He vibrated his fingers where they were on the exposed ribs and was pleased to hear a gasp before Techno had gentle laughs pouring out of him.

“Oh, breaking so soon~” The eldest teased, he was hoping that Techno wouldn’t hold back, and after the gentleness in the living room, it seems he didn’t have the will to. He looked down at the man below him and took in his cheeks that were lightly dusted with a pink blush.

“Ohohoh, we bohohoth know ihihi’m far frohohom brokehen.” The younger man shot back without much thought, Philza lifted an eyebrow.

“You trying to test me?” Phil teased and moved to the upper ribs. “You? Trynna? Test? Me?” He repeated, poking at random places in between each word.

“Tehest? N-NohOHOHO-“

He dug his fingers into the man’s armpit, effectively cutting him off mid-sentence. “What? Sorry couldn’t quite hear you.”

Techno was caught off guard at his underarms being so sensitive, he genuinely didn’t remember them being very ticklish. Phil wasn’t disappointed in the reaction in the slightest and kept up the firm touches.

When he got bored of that spot, he moved to one that he know was just slightly more ticklish, his hips. Now, with Techno’s hips, there is a very specific way you have to tickle them in order to get any kind of reaction. First, get your balance and make sure nothing is in danger of being hit or knocked over, because this spot always makes Techno kick and wiggle. Next you place your hand so your thumb is settled in the dip of the bone. You must act fast once you have your hand in position because he doesn’t wait until you start tickling to start writhing around like a mad man. Firmly rub in circular motions or drill into the cluster of nerves in this spot and there you have it, a hysterical warrior.

“PHIHIL- PLEHEHEASE FUHUHUCK ITS SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” Techno let his mirth take control, dissolving into laughter and losing some of his coherence.

Phil followed the process perfectly, as always, since he was the one who made it up. He was jolted around as he continued to tickle his friend silly, listening to the melodious laughter falling out of Technoblade’s mouth without restraint.

A few moments later he moved his hand to trace around his friend’s ears.

His reward was the rare giggles that only came out in that particular spot. He’d found it rather early on and to this day, was the only person able to get away with abusing this information. His ears were essentially the only ticklish melt spot Techno had, it was perfect for gentle tickling and relaxing him.

Once Phil believed he was sufficiently relaxed and too sleepy to fight back, he released the hand that he had been holding hostage since the beginning and lay down beside his tired friend. They were cuddled up together as Techno regained his breath and Phil asked, “Feeling better?”

Techno pulled Phil closer until he was basically on holding him on his chest, both of them still laying down. “I felt fine before, but yes.”

Phil didn’t abject to being pulled closer but he was suspicious as to why he was being cuddled to Techno’s chest.

Techno didn’t give him time to question his position. “You on the other hand, how are you? You seem just so unfathomably upset.” You can’t expect to mess with Technoblade and get off Scott free, though he admired Phil for trying.

Oh, so that’s what he was doing. Phil had the realization. “I’m very much content thahank you.” He felt Techno slip his hand under his shirt and scratch his blunt nails on his lower back at an excruciatingly slow and steady pace. He arched his back and pressed his head into Techno’s shoulder in attempt to hide the squeaks he produced while holding back giggles.

“Aww, breaking so soon?” Techno mocked the earlier version of Phil.

“Noho! I’m still holding on unlike someone, chuckles.” Phil couldn’t help but continue to tease, he didn’t expect to be on the receiving end so soon.

After hearing the comment, Techno immediately started squeezing Philza’s sides. He knew it wasn’t a bad spot but would definitely get him squirming.

And squirm he did. Phil broke out into chuckles at the unexpected touch. “OHOhohok! Ok! Point tahahaken!” He sighed when the hands returned to skittering around his back, this time not holding back any reactions. He soon tensed as he realized that Techno was moving further and further up. He had always considered his upper back as one of his worst spots, which was especially unconventional since he couldn’t even protect it.

He felt Techno lean his head down to be able to whisper into his ear and scrunched up his shoulders before he could even get close, causing Techno to chuckle.

“Oh, stubborn aren’t we?” He paused “Or should I say, aren’t lee~” With that, Techno dug his fingers around the upper parts of Phil’s back, being sure not to cause pain. He occasionally fluttered his hands up to the man’s neck, making him further scrunch his shoulders every time.

Phil felt everything. The way Techno would dig into the backs of his ribs, massaging them with ticklish precision. The way he would randomly launch attacks of swift pokes to the same area for a few seconds to get him to squirm away only to be met by the other hand. How Techno would brush his nails over his shoulder blades and make him squeal. When he would travel up to his neck and collarbones like a true monster. He felt it all, and he loved every bit of it.

Despite his enjoyment, Phil was still a human and had to breathe at some point. “TEHEHECH, IHI’M OHOHOLD! MY LUHUHUNGS COULD COLLAHAPSE ANY SEHEHECOND!” He preferred to keep the mood light, not wanting Techno to think he’d been overwhelmed. Phil hadn’t quite reached his limit yet, but was satisfied with the wrecking bestowed upon him.

He felt Techno slow his fingers until he was simply dragging his nails in patterns. This kept Phil in light giggles and produced yelps when he found a particularly good spot. Techno had never been the type to stop tickling someone all at once, unless a safe word was called, he liked to fluster his lees a little more before truly letting them off the hook.

“Fehehe- Feeling behetter?” Phil asked again.

Techno smiled down at him, he would never admit it, but moments like these were very important to him. He adored the closeness and light hearted atmosphere, it also allowed for him to happily let off steam and build strong bonds. “Well, I can’t say I’m feeling bad. So yes, I feel better. Thank you, Phil.” Techno switched from the light tickles to now rubbing the breathless man’s back with his palm to help him calm down some more.

Phil felt his heart swell from the words and attention he was getting, his face heated back up and he buried it into the younger’s shoulder again. “Good.” He decided not to leave Techno talking into silence. “Me too.”

After a moment of sitting in the comfortable silence, Phil realized he was cold. He rolled out of the prolonged hug to grab a blanket. He got the blanket and wrapped it around himself, getting as comfortable as he could. He soon turned around to face Technoblade, putting on a fake pout. “C’mere” He whined at him.

His obviously fake pout turned back into a smile when he was joined by his friend at his side. He lifted the blanket up so the other could slide under it and also be warm.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I build a secret treehouse when I was 7?” Techno asked, planning to tell his friend stories until they both fell asleep.

Phil looked at him with a surprised look, he’d never even heard about this story before. “No, I haven’t. Tell me about it?” He requested.

Techno went on to tell him the story and more for the next 45 minutes before Phil fell into a light sleep.

They both woke up hours later, refreshed and ready to go about their day before looking out and noticing the absence of the sun.

“Sleepover!” Phil playfully cheered. They got changed into their pajamas and turned on Lilo and Stich before, once again, falling asleep.

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Yup, only about, mmmm let’s see, a month late...oops.

But I had the idea to put this as my, drumroll please, 100 FOLLOWER CELEBRATIONNNN!!!🎉🎉 HOLY SHIIITTT

That is huge for me and I really appreciate the way you guys let me grow and give so much support. Thank you so so much💕

As always, have a great night and I love y’all💞💞

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[missskzbiased]

Can I Have This Dance?

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Oneshot, Drabble, Established Relationship! au

Pairing: Lee Minho x Fem! Reader

Word Count: ~2,0K [I did my best to keep it short, I swear]

Notes: The third fanfic for the Valentine’s request [That you can find here]

Coco anon, I’m sorry Ç.Ç I tried my best to finish Felix’s today so I could post it before but I failed lol. I finished Minho yesterday, and I had the idea for yours right after T^T But it’ll be the next one!

Chan ||  Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Felix || Seungmin || Jeongin

Masterlist

Warnings: I don’t know. Mentions of food? And a ‘joke’ on nudity?

Requested: Yes, by  @bythesunnotbythemoon [ I tried my best to give you a soft Minho! I hope you like it]

General Tag List: @channiewoo @aliceu

[If you wish to be tagged to the other Valentine’s requests, please send me an ask <3]

                                                          ////

    You threw your feet over the coffee table, rubbing them to warm you up.

    The door creaked as Minho opened it, revealing his confused face and a bunch of bags hanging on his arms. You straighten yourself, sitting on the couch properly and tilting your head as you stared at him curiously, studying his outfit carefully before landing your eyes on his. He was too dressed up to stay home, you noticed. He placed the bags on the floor, crossing his arms and mimicking your antics as he looked at you from head to toes.

    “Why are you dressed like this?” His tone didn’t hold any judgment, but it was clear that he couldn’t understand what was going on, utterly bewildered by what he was witnessing.

    You frowned, confused by what he meant. You were wearing your fuzzy socks on top of your pants ─ assuring a bit extra warmth to your legs ─, a worn-out hoodie giving you no shape at all as you made yourself the best definition of a couch potato. Even though you weren’t fancy, Minho had already seen you like this about thousands of times, and he never complained about it before.

    “What? Were you expecting me to be naked or something?” You scoffed, getting a snort out of him. He rolled his eyes, coming inside and locking the door behind him before walking your way to give you a forehead kiss. You narrowed your eyes at him, suspicious of his sudden loving behavior “What is it? Why are you kissing me?” You inquired, and he whined, annoyed at your question.

    “What? Can’t I kiss my girlfriend when I feel like it?” He furrowed his brows, upset by your antics “You make it sound like I never kiss you” He nagged, voice intending to be low enough for you to not understand him, but you got it anyway, chuckling at his almost imperceptibly pouting.

    You got up off the couch, arms going to entangle his neck and oblige him to look at you. He stared at your eyes, trying to maintain a cold façade but failing when you leaned to peck his lips, smiling at him softly. He rolled his eyes to the sky, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before sighing. You watched his eyes glinting, lips quivering to fight back a smile before he leaned to kiss you again, wrapping your body into his arms as he rested his forehead on yours, closing his eyes to let the cozy feeling sink into his soul.

    “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that” You chuckled “It’s just that you came into my house asking about my clothes and full of bags…” You nuzzled his nose, getting a soft smile from him “What is it all about? Did you finally kill Seungmin? Are we going to run away from the cops? Should I pack my stuff?” You kept asking hurriedly, holding back your laughter as he rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief, moving yours along with his since you were attached.

    “Seungmin is safe and sound… For now” He promised, chuckling at his own joke “I’m full of bags and wanting you to dress up because it’s Valentine’s Day, kitten” He explained, and you shot your eyes up in surprise, disconnecting your head for a second “Did you forget it?” He asked amusedly, looking at you with twinkling eyes that made him resemble a playful cat.

    No, you didn’t forget it.

    The thing was that you had never ever imagined that Minho would like to make something special for Valentine’s. Of course, Minho was a caring and loving boyfriend, but he was also really bad at expressing it comfortably, so you just assumed he would want to keep it casual. Why would you dress up if you thought you were going to have a chill Netflix evening? You tilted your head, frowning as you watched him studying you, blissful about your dumbfoundedness.

    “So we’re going out?” You asked just to be sure; clearly wary about the revelation “I thought we were going to stay home… You know? Watching High School Musical for the hundredth time…” You stressed your words to sound persuasive, blinking repeatedly as you interlocked your fingers and tried to look charming. He gave a flick on your nose, enticing a whine from you that made him chuckle as he made his way to the bags, throwing you a look over his shoulder.

    His mysterious smirk morphed into a wide grin.

    “Dress up nicely and come upstairs” He asked, choosing not to reveal anything “I’ll fix everything around and wait for you there” He added, picking up the bags before opening the door “You’ll like it, I promise you” He decided to reassure you, throwing one more look at you before getting out from your apartment.

    What the hell? Did he think he was Blue to throw clues around the place?

    You couldn’t lie, though… You were beaming.

     The excitement crept into your body, making you giggle, bouncing like a child as you rushed to your room, mindlessly looking for some clothes that could match his outfit and yet warm you up properly. You clumsily got rid of your clothes, jumping on one foot as you tried to take off too many pieces per second but still managing to do so, throwing each piece over your body with newfound coordination. You checked yourself on the mirror, nodding in approval before rushing to the door and then upstairs.

    You gasped, gobsmacked as soon as you stepped into the Terrace.

    Minho smiled at you, spreading his arms and twisting his body from one way to another, as to show you all of his set up. The darkness of the night was nothing compared to the dozens of the small lights ─ all of them connected by a braided wire that hung around all the place ─ offering faint dots that made everything seem too charming. You watched everything with your mouth agape, following the lights that crossed the roofless ceiling in a zigzag, casting their glow on the countless flowers and bushes that your neighbors grew up here.

    “Wow” You blurted, blinking as if to check if it wasn’t all in your head, still looking around the place to admire all of his work “This is beautiful, Minho” You said breathlessly, taking your time to reach the table at the center, swiveling your head as you wandered around. You carefully caressed the tablecloth, fingers tracing its way on the fabric, feeling every rough yet silky inch under your touch, and then bumping into one of the snacks on the table.

     It didn’t go unnoticed how he chooses to plaster all of your favorites over it.

    You chortled ─ more like choked in all of the emotions that flooded your chest ─, pressing your palms against your eyes as you tried to stop the tears to roll down your face, feeling silly all of sudden. Why the hell were you crying over some snacks on a fancy table? You snorted, finding it amusing how you couldn’t help but keep wiping your tears away just to the realization of how much thought he had put into it.

    “I loved it” You muttered, trying to recompose yourself as you turned around to meet his gaze. He smiled fondly at you, and he didn’t even seem up to laugh at your face as he raised his hand, holding some kind of controller in the air and staying still, as if to build the tension up. When he finally clicked the button, a calm song began to fill the place, coming from the speakers he placed around.

   You couldn’t believe it.

  Minho walked slowly to you, hand extended for you to take, a proud smile plastered on his face as you pouted, lips quivering until you gave up on holding back your tears and allowing your face to twist on a frown. You weren’t exactly a beautiful crier, so the fact that Minho kept looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes ─ ignoring completely the way your eyes quickly swelled along with your nose ─, spoke volumes to you. He stopped right in front of you, soft eyes studying your face and waiting for his cue.

    “Take my hand” He sang along with the song, holding your hand gently “Take a breath” He continued, chuckling as his thumb made its way to wipe away your tears, cupping your cheek and engulfing you in his warmth “Pull me close and take one step” He slid his hand to your waist, following the instructions and pulling you impossibly closely to his chest, “Keep your eyes… Locked on mine” You stared straight into his eyes, feeling all the air vanishing from your lungs as he seemed to be capable of reaching the deepest parts of your soul with his gaze “And let the music be your guide” He sighed, feeling at peace.

    Minho closed his eyes, resting his forehead on yours as he slowly rocked your bodies side to side, forgetting all about his perfect dance moves and how he could twirl you around and around in an endless blissful spin. He enjoyed the intimacy, drowning himself in it as he took a deep breath. It felt like he was taking all of you in. As if you were the air he needed to breathe and be alive. The surroundings melted away, leaving only you and him together, lost in the time and the music, and fully registering each other’s presence in your mind.

    Your inebriating smell. Your heavy breath. Your rhythmic heartbeats.

    Your comforting warmth. Your familiar shape. Your caring touch.

    He was all about you and you were all about him, all over each other as the music changed its cadence and prompted him to open his eyes, twirling your around once before pulling you closer again, gently guiding you around the place. You played with his locks, giggling when he purred under your touch, softly leaning his head on your hands as if to ask for some more, closing his eyes for a brief second, and inhaling deeply. He moved his hand away from your waist, cupping your face as he leaned in for a kiss, completely ignoring his plans to dance with you throughout the whole song.

    Somewhere inside your head, you were fully aware that both of you were standing still on the Terrace, kissing each other as you had done hundreds of times already. As cheesy as it was, though, this time you felt like you were floating. The feeling was completely new to you, making you light-headed as everything seemed to spin around you, turmoiling something inside your chest that you didn’t notice before.

    The way his lips moved against yours set you aflame.  

  The passionate grip he had on your skin made you feel wanted and needed.

    The way your stomach twisted and burnt got you nervous.

    You couldn’t help but look at him in a whole new light when both of you broke away your contact, diving in each other’s eyes and taking in the new feeling that burbled inside your chest. It felt right. There was no mistake for you. No wronging. No doubt. It felt just right. As if you fitted as one all along the way, and yet there were two of you to shape it. You felt like home. You felt like you found all the answers that you didn’t even know you were looking for. You felt found yet you were finding him.

    You felt whole.

    You felt loved.

    You felt love.

    “I love you” You said in unison.

    The first time any of you ever dared to say it out loud.

    “I love you” Both of you repeated again, as to answer the previous statement, and chuckling as you stumbled over each other’s word. The next kiss you shared tasted like a whole new one, more as a dance between your tongues than a battle. A dance to a song that you hoped that never end, very different from the one that finally reached its last note.

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#5

OMG Sara, I can’t believe the transformation..look at that ridiculous little maids dress and those crotchless panties.  How long have you had him..sorry I guess her now..in chastity?  What 3 months..oh that little sissy is probably gagging for it..she use to play with that little clitty all the time when we dated..that’s how I new she was perfect for you when I caught her stealing my panties..I can’t wait to meet the new sissy, won’t she be shocked when I stop by for a little wine night..I don’t think she suspects that we know each other.  By the way what’s her name?  Priscilla hahahaha, that’s perfect for such a prissy lil thing.

16 notes • Posted 2021-01-28 00:48:28 GMT

#4

My god tommy lol I mean Tammi, I tried to warn you about Ashley, she loves little beta boys like you.  I guess you have graduated to her sissy maid now lol..We are going to have so much fun this weekend, I’m so excited to sissy sit. Now grab my bags and let’s get going..LOL love the curtsey and how you flash those cute little panties when you do it.  Not much of bulge there even with that cage LOL.  Let’s get going, I don’t want you flashing everyone here at the station, plus it appears you have been lusting, we’ll need to do a little punishing when we get back..you’ll soon realize I’m a little stricter than Ashley.

16 notes • Posted 2021-01-16 16:47:18 GMT

#3

Please see previous Muffin posts first.

Muffin this tattoo is turning out great, it looks so good above that pink little cage, even though it seems unnecessary with that cage on.  There we go in pink cursive “Pussy Free” with hearts on both sides, hope your Mistress doesn’t mind that I added that.  This will be a hoot at your release party..Yes, your Mistress invited me, how long has it been?  OMG 20 weeks..wow..well you better behave yourself..you’d like to clean up around here?  Well aren’t you sweet..

17 notes • Posted 2021-10-02 00:17:39 GMT

#2

Sissy, I’m off to meet Big Mike, now remember to really concentrate on those chores, I don’t like extending your chastity sentence for failures but it’s for your own good.  When you finish you may continue on your lines thanking me for my strict guidance..now come here as a little treat you may kiss the bottom of my shoes but I’m warning you if you touch my feet that chastity sentence will be increased greatly. 

21 notes • Posted 2021-01-16 16:56:14 GMT

#1

Inside Sissy’s Silly Little Head

OMG what is Mistress thinking, am I in trouble, is she thinking about Mike or Jack, maybe unlocking my cage...concentrate I must hold this pose..keep still girl..omg I just referred to myself as a girl, ohh I hope she unlocks this cage it’s been so long..I can’t even ask..oh god stop thinking about the little clitty cage..omg now I’m referring to it as my little clitty..I can’t believe friendzone led to this..calm calm hold the pose, smile, keep still Mistress will be even more annoyed if the bells starting ringing..oh please Mistress let me get back to my chores..oh no now I’m craving the chores..its this clitty cage, it’s got to be..no no it’s the the..oh please Mistress release me from this pose your little sissy maid needs to...oh oh my feet ache..oh god please Mistress..just ask..no no only speak when addressed remember the rules..must obey must serve..oh oh please no no the spikes...no lusting..floor polish, clean dishes, smile, be still..omg that was close..must keep the bells..oh oh Mistress is so gorgeous..stop stop.....

Sissy Shouldn’t you be cleaning??  

25 notes • Posted 2021-03-19 21:40:26 GMT

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[lovelytarou]

the language of flowers — oikawa tooru

pairing: oikawa tooru x gn! reader

genre: fluff, flowershop!au

tags: flowerboy!oikawa, slowburn, strangers to lovers

word count: 4.06k

a/n: i finally finished this after 2536484 years of procrastination! but thanks to my moots shae and julie for showing support and giving their opinions about this concept hehe. this is the longest fic i've written wow 😳

⤷ summary: the flowershop on the street you frequently walk on going home is a wonder you didn't notice until recently when the smell of flowers caught your attention. deciding to enter it one day out of pure curiosity, you met the owner of the shop and with it, the start of a blooming romance.

life was filled with repeating patterns, certain routines and habits that everybody has gotten used to doing. like the way you always took the same path when going home, passing by the familiar faces you encounter all the time, seeing the similar architecture and landscape that brings some sort of familiarity to you whenever you see it. 

your feet stopped in their own accord when a sweet smell invaded your nose. you inhaled deeply, the aroma pleasant and fresh. going a few steps back, you finally saw where it was coming from. the flower shop stood out like a sore thumb in the street with its vibrant flowers that you can see through the clear glass. the sunlight was shining down upon the beautiful flowers and they looked charming even from afar. 

you thought for a moment and decided that you'd stop by in the flower shop for a little while. besides, if the smell alone has caught your attention, who knows what else can? 

the soft tinkle of the bell on the door signalled your presence. you were simply in awe at the sight of the decorations inside the shop. it was breathtaking. numerous flowers, bouquets, wreaths, and some that you don't know the name about were placed neatly and elegantly inside the shop to let the customers feast their eyes (and noses) upon. 

giggles and loud laughter snatched you away from your thoughts, a huddled group of women and men alike are circling over something - or someone? - and they seemed to be too entertained about it than the flowers themselves. chuckling quietly, you shook your head and decided to look around the place more for yourself. 

there were buckets and baskets of anemones in pinks, reds, and purple. there were also daffodils, camellias, and tulips of many colors that you can't help but get sucked in by them. you can't think which one to go to first, there are so many! the hanging plants are wonderful as well, they can make for great decoration. the succulents look cute and adorable, it can also be manageable if you find yourself too busy to take care of a plant. 

you were too deep in your thoughts, caressing a blue tulip to even notice the sudden silence in the shop and the ringing of the bell at the door that tells you the previous patrons have exited the flower shop and you're now alone. or so you thought.

“beautiful,” a sing-songy, lilting voice spoke from behind you, causing you to jolt from where you're admiring the flower and turned towards the owner of the voice. 

if the flowers took your breath away, well he made you get your breath stuck in your throat. he looks like he's not from around him, and simply breathing in his space is something short of disgraceful. you took in his wavy side-swept dark brown hair, and his welcoming eyes of the same color that shone with mischief. his lips are stretched into a smile. 

wow, he is really tall. you're surprised he hadn't reached the ceiling of the shop. he seemed pretty intimidating with his height alone, but there's an air around him that screams playfulness.

“ah, i meant the tulips.” he apologized as a blush coated his beautiful clear cheeks, a hand touching his nape.

“oh!” you cleared your throat, immediately bringing the tulip back where it respectfully resides, “yes, they're very wonderful to look at. you have a lovely shop, uh…” 

he seemed to perk up at the inquisition of his name, he chuckled to himself before offering his hand.

“oikawa tooru, nice to meet you! and thanks, i do try hard to keep this flower shop presentable for customers like you who have taste.” he winked, walking past you and you followed suit – eyes practically glued to his form as he moved swiftly around his small shop.

“must be difficult to run a business like this all by yourself,” you wondered, fingers brushing against petals that your hand can reach. 

it's odd, but staying in there for just a few minutes has brought you a sense of relaxation. as if the flowers all around you and talking to oikawa is such a breath of fresh air. 

“well, you get used to it after a while. besides, i have my friends, uh...help me sometimes.” he nervously chuckled, he certainly knew that 'help' means that force his friends to carry things around while blackmailing them and bribing them for lunch, then sure, he had them help him. 

you only hummed in response. 

he turned around after a while, a pink lily in his hand.

“i think this suits our gorgeous customer, don't you think?” he smirked, handing the flower with a flourish which you took gently – causing your hands to touch and making you feel that slight tingle people talk about in movies and books. 

you felt silly about the way your face heats up at the small gesture, your gaze not straying away from the flowers in fear of letting oikawa see his effect on you. 

but you can try with all your might, nothing can stop him from already seeing your flushed face. he always does these things to entertain the customers but he found his chest feeling warm staring at you like that.

going back to his place in the cashier, he started to tidy up a bit for the next customers that will visit the shop. his brown eyes kept staring at you from time to time as you walked around, trying to see if there's anything else you could buy along with the lily – but we all know it's just to keep your attention away from him and the fact that he can make your heart race with mere flirting.

“i never really noticed your shop before, and i have walked this street for how many times now.” you droned on, playing with the cute pots on the shelf – some of them were heads of the cliché green alien and other space themed stuff which you find adorable, bringing a fond smile to your face.

“oikawa's flower shop is like a secret garden, my dear customer.” he boasted, spraying freesias on the cashier desk with a smile on his face.

“it truly looks like one,” you agreed, with one final look in the flower shop, you walked closer to the cashier and got out your wallet. 

“no, no. it's on the house, lovely.” he beamed, stopping the hand in your bag.

“really? thank you.” your face flushed at the feeling of his hands – the very same one who took care of these beautiful flowers – touching yours. 

he recoiled, as if burned. his face painted a deep red like the roses by the windows. both of you looked away, like two magnets of the same sign – coming in contact with each other only to repel.

“well, um, i'll see you around then.” you muttered, breaking the silence. 

“yeah, see you.” oikawa smiled warmly. hopefully much sooner, he hoped.

with one last look at each other, you turned around and exited the secret garden. you walked home that day all smiles and giddy, still feeling the lingering touch he has left on your skin, how warm and calloused they felt. maybe from how hard he was working. 

you wondered if you'll ever see him again soon. 

the second time you visited the flower shop was when you saw oikawa in one of the coffee shops you frequented. it turned out that he usually stops by for coffee and his milk bread when the shop's particularly slow. he asked to walk you home and since you're both taking the same path, you agreed. 

he turned out to be a very chatty person – not the kind that will annoy you because they only talk about themselves, but the amusing kind because he has a lot of stories stored inside his big brain full of tales about him and his friends, and occasionally asking about your life as well.

you two had fallen into a comfortable pace as you walked together, sipping both your beverages. 

“hey, let's play truth or dare!” he blurted, eyes sparkling in excitement and thinly veiled mischief, a bright smile on his lips.

“really? here? now?” you asked, incredulous. isn't this something people do in parties around a lot of people? 

“yeah! it'll be fun,” he shrugged. 

“well, okay then.” you sighed, before sipping your drink, “you go first.” 

“okay…” he pretended to think hard, eyes darting everywhere as he hummed, “truth or dare?”

“you don't really need to think so hard about that,” you chuckled.

“just pick!” 

“alright, alright. truth!” you beamed at him, trying to understand what his brain will cook up to ask you.

“ah, that's easy. what's your name?” oh, that's right. you forgot to tell him back then the first time you went in his flower shop. and so, you told him.

“y/n. what a beautiful name. okay, my turn! my turn!” he excitedly chanted, eyes never losing their sparkle. 

you ignored the butterflies that erupted in your stomach the moment he said your name, as if he's taking his time and tasting it around his tongue like a foreign delicacy he hasn't tasted before. 

you cleared your throat, averting his gaze as they zeroed in on you, “truth or dare, mr. milk bread?” 

“hey, they taste really good, i'll have you know.” he scoffed, before his face morphed back into excitement again, “dare!”

you thought for a moment, there isn't really anything too interesting to do while walking. and then you smirked.

“i dare you to greet the person who will walk this corner as if you knew each other for a very long time,” you grinned devilishly. he gaped at that, before darting his gaze towards the street corner you were talking about. 

“y/n-chan, i didn't know you would be the type,” he teased, you were about to retort when a huge, buff man walked around the corner. he looked intimidating, even for you and you wondered what oikawa might be feeling right now. 

but you didn't need to wonder about it any longer as he was already walking up to the man, confident and grinning. he raised his hand in the air before slapping the guy on the shoulder. 

“hey, long time no see, man! say hello to the wife and kids for me, will ya?” the man gave him a weird look before shaking his head, walking past and minding his own business muttering about 'kids these days'.

once the guy was out of earshot, you and oikawa bursted out in laughter, looking at each other with relief and surprise.

“i thought he was going to pulverize you!” you wheezed in between chortles.

“i know! me too! i thought he'll get mad at me or something,” he threw his head back as he laughed. you stopped your own giggles to stare back at him. he looked radiant as he let himself go, you thought he looked attractive with the way he candidly showed his happiness.

“something wrong, y/n-chan?” you hadn't realized he stopped laughing and was left staring at him. his head was tilted in curiosity as he peered at you in concern.

“not at all!,” you catch yourself, suddenly feeling hot and embarrassed, hoping he didn't notice you ogling him, “where were we?”

“it's your turn now, truth or dare?” feeling bold, you chose dare next. 

oikawa gave you a broad smile, his hand extending towards you as if encouraging you to take it, “i dare you to stay a little longer with me in my shop,”

to be honest? you expected him to get back at you and maybe make you do an equally embarrassing (if not more) dare, but you did not expect this. 

what you also didn't expect is the fact that you had stopped in front of oikawa's flower shop with your back turned to it. how did you reach there so fast? it seemed like talking and walking with him made time stop. a part of you would like to keep it that way, if only it was possible.

“i would love to,” was your answer. oikawa opened the door to his shop, letting you in first. he then led you near the back of the shop, opening into a wide backyard that resembled a small, gorgeous garden with different kinds of flowers. some even you haven't seen him display in the shop inside. 

the two of you sat on the two seated table. you were simply at awe with how ethereal this all looked. your eyes couldn't get enough of all the wonderful colors that it landed on.

“wow,” was all you managed to say, taking in your surroundings and appreciating every nook and cranny presented to you.

“i spent most of my breaks here,” oikawa came back with two glasses of water and placed them on the glass table. 

“usually talking to myself and talking to the flowers. i heard it helps them grow faster and makes them more beautiful.” he, too, looked around his small garden with unconcealed pride and fondness. if you looked closer, you could also see the hint of sadness hidden in there. 

“you talk to your flowers? that's so cute!” you gushed, hiding your smile behind the glass of water as you sipped it.

“if anything, you're the one who's cute.” he complimented as if it was nothing, eyes boring into yours as his smile widened.

you choked on your water, coughing it up out of surprise and it was the opposite of cute. but his opinions didn't change.

oikawa barked a laugh, reaching over to pat your back soothingly. once you calmed down, you avoided his gaze once again and decided to stare at the sunflowers nearby. 

“we should just continue the game,” you decided to divert the topic. 

“truth or dare, cutie?” oikawa bit back the grin from emerging on his face. hiding it with a palm propped up on the table.

“d-dare,” you answered without thinking. and oikawa being the little shit he is, took this as an opportunity.

“i dare you to go on a date with me this saturday,” he sincerely declared, eyes not leaving you once. your head whipped back to him so fast, you swear you got whiplash. 

you're not one of these flowers and yet you felt the butterflies going wild inside of you.

your heart beat rapidly inside of your chest, pounding hard and ringing in your ears. 

“you don't need a dare to get me to say yes,” you reasoned with a wide smile.

oikawa tooru, like his flowers, is a lively, blooming person. you get to know that the moment you agreed to go on a date with him. it followed a few hangouts, and frequent bumping into each other considering this was a small town, afterall. how you haven't noticed such a vibrant person in your life was beyond you.

you see him everywhere, every day in your life right now. in the small bushes that your neighbor has in their garden, the alien and sci-fi movies in the store which were his favorite every time he invited you to watch a movie, the milk bread you saw in the coffee shop you both love to go, and even the characters in the books you love to read. oikawa tooru practically invaded your life the moment you invited yourself in his flowershop and you loved every second of it.

every time you two hang out together, he never misses to bring you any flower. you'd always keep them with you until you come home, placing them in a vase and watering them constantly, taking care of them like how much oikawa takes care of the flowers. you paid no mind to it, only thinking that it was a sweet gesture from him until your friend decided to comment on the fresh flowers on top of your coffee table.

the both of you had known each other for a very long time now and that she's going to get married, she wanted you to be a part of it too. setting down the tea in front of her on the table, you sat down beside her, engulfing her in a hug. 

“oh, y/n! i missed you so much! it's been busy with all the planning for the wedding and the people to invite, i still haven't tried on my dress and tasted the cake, it's kind of stressing me out!” she immediately let her sorrows and agony free the moment you let go of the hug.

“speaking of stress, is there anything i could do to help?” you reached for her hand, rubbing it soothingly in circles. 

she hummed thoughtfully, sipping her tea to calm her nerves, “now that i thought about it, we still don't know anyone good enough for the flower decorations in the venue,” she pouted, sighing sadly. 

a lightbulb lit itself on top of your head, making you perk up, “i know someone who does!” 

“really? are they good?” oh more than good, you wanted to butt in but shake your head free of those thoughts. 

“of course! he's actually the one who gave me these, he takes real good care of them.” you gestured towards the tulips in your vase. it seems like her eyes lit up and she immediately fell in love with the flowers. 

“tulips?! oh, y/n, my dear, he's in love with you!” she squealed in glee, bouncing in her seat like a little kid.

“how did you know that by simply looking at my tulips?” 

“giving tulips to someone means a declaration of love, sweetie.” she sighed dreamily, “you might as well plan for your wedding too!” 

“don't be ridiculous!” you exclaimed, trying your best not to smile too wide. 

you weren't too against on the idea, but you just met afterall. it would be too early for another wedding. even though he never failed to show his affection every time you are together, there's still a lingering doubt whether he did like you in that way.

as promised, you asked oikawa about it the next day, stopping by his flower shop with coffee and his beloved milk bread since it's his break. 

“y/n-chan! it's always a pleasure to be visited by you again,” he greeted you, he was attending to a few customers in the store and excused himself before talking to you. your heart swelled with the action, not being able to hide your smile this time.

“tooru, i was just stopping by to ask you a favor. my friend's wedding is getting near and she still doesn't have any flower decorations for the venue. i mentioned you and i was wondering if you're the one who could do it instead?” you bit your lip nervously, fumbling with the paperbag containing the bread as you looked up at him hopefully. 

seriously, how can he resist you looking at him that way? your eyelashes fluttering, mouth formed into a pout, eyes shining brightly. you're just asking him to devour you whole. before he knew it, he had leaned in to peck the corner of your mouth. 

it completely shocked you to your core. he hasn't done that kind of thing before, always being respectful and never doing anything you didn't want to. but strangely, you weren't mad at him for it. to tell the truth, you kinda wished he kissed you more. 

“i'd love to, y/n-chan.” he uttered, pinching your cheek before turning to hide his own reddened face. 

that was basically the last time you saw each other since you recommended him to your friend. and since then, he has been busy and you tried to help with the wedding as well. you figured oikawa has his hands full with taking care of the decorations for the wedding, but even then, he would still message you or even facetime you after – asking about how yiur day went and craving to see your face without him being able to for how long.

the day of the wedding came and it was magical. your heart melted the moment your friends said their “i do's” as everybody clapped and rejoiced with them. the moment you stepped into the venue, everyone was amazed, speechless at the decorations being the first thing their eyes could feast upon. pink and white roses was all you could see – ranging from vine-like ones hanging from the ceiling, to arches in the doorway, and some are even placed neatly on the tables. 

to sum it all, it was breathtaking.

“your boyfriend did amazing,” your friend teased, bumping her hip to yours as she walked away with her husband to greet some guests.

you were left standing there, mouth agape as you took everything in. you couldn't wrap your head around the idea of oikawa managing to do all this by himself, but then again, he has surprised you by doing a lot of things you didn't know he could do. 

“you know, if you stayed here longer there won't be enough food left for you.” the familiaf voice you grew to love and got used to spoke from behind you. something tugged in your chest, the events seeming like déjà vu all over again. 

“i'm just admiring your work, tooru.” you smiled, turning around to face the man behind the beautiful decorations. 

he's changed his clothes into a more formal attire than his usual getup with the aprons and white button up shirt for a maroon suit and tie. he even styled his hair back, if you didn't know him long enough you might have mistaken him for someone else. 

“you look...good,” you managed to breathe out, it seems like the decorations aren't the only ones that are breathtaking. your eyes drank him in, how the clothes hug his frame perfectly, the color complimenting his skin tone, and the fact that his fluffy hair is swept away really makes you want to jump his bones right here, right now.

“and you look gorgeous. i must say, i don't mind you looking like this all the time, y/n-chan.” he chuckled, a shit-eating grin blooming on his face as he eyed you up and down slowly. your face grew hot against his stare and you felt naked, as if his eyes can see through you. 

“th-thanks, tooru.” you mumbled, playing with the hem of your clothes. before any of you could speak, however, the emcee spoke on stage calling out the bride and groom to give a speech. 

you all gathered around the small stage as they thanked everyone for coming to the wedding, inclduing the guests, their helpers, the staff. after all the mushy speech, she declared it was time for the dance, turned around and threw the bouquet (that's also from oikawa) to the audience. 

you saw the thing flying to you and out of pure instinct, you threw your hand in front of you and ended up catching the bouquet. everyone around you clapped including oikawa himself as you stared at it wide eyed. your gazed met oikawa's and as if your face couldn't get any hotter, you also felt the fast beating of your heart when you stared at each other. 

everybody howled and chanted teasing remarks at the two of you. instead of paying attention to the newly weds they picked the two of you as the center of their amusement. 

your friend's voice overpowered them all as she also chanted, “kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!” 

oikawa looked at you with a raised brow and you can only smile bashfully in return before you felt the world turn upside down, oikawa dipping you as he kissed you passionately and deeply. time seemed to stop once again as everything blurred and all you can feel is him, and all he can feel is you. he hoped it would be enough to pour all the emotions and words he wanted you to know. 

it felt like the kiss lasted forever before he pulled away, the two of you out of breath as you giddily smiled at each other, both sharing a lovestruck look.

“is it too early to ask you to marry me?” 

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