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Eastside 4

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summary: growing up in the outskirts of Boston wasn't really pretty. Life wasn't that great for most people, most people. You had Matt and no one fucked with you when Matt was standing by your side. The chief's daughter and the bad boy deliquent. A perfect love story?

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of drugs, suggestive?

Matt pov

I turned on my feet walking back over to Chris. “I can’t do this” I said shaking my head. He nodded. “I agree this is a terrible idea” he nodded looking at me. I pushed him. He shook his head glaring at me.

“Quite possibly the worst idea you’ve ever had” he smiled at me. I sighed looking down feeling uncomfortable seeing cops everywhere. Chris looked around clearly on edge as well. I bit my lip.

“I can do this” I stated. He raised his eyebrows. “Can you?” He asked looking at me. I rolled my eyes before turning back and walking into the police station, feeling my anxiety spike through my back.

I’m doing this for y/n. I’m doing this for y/n.

“Can I help you?”

I turned and looked down at the receptionist. I cleared my throat and stepped forward looking down at her. “Uh, yeah. The chief in?” I asked tapping my fingers on the counter. She just looked at me for a second.

“Second door on the left” he motioned down the hall. I nodded and headed down the hallway. Slightly pausing when I saw him sitting at his desk looking down at the computer. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Not much scared me. This scared me.

I shook my head before lifting my hand to knock on the glass door. He glanced up pausing when he saw me. We just looked at each other. I swallowed. He took off his glasses and stood up from him desk before walking over to the door, opening it and staring down at me.

“Can I help you Mr. Sturniolo?” He asked looking down at me. I cleared my throat. “Uh yes” I stated looking at him. “I came to speak to you about y/n” I stated softly.

He blinked at me, his strong stare not lightly. He nodded and stepped back letting me into his office. I swallowed as I looked around.

This was the first time I was in a police station without a warrant for my arrest. He closed the door and locked it before turning back to me crossing his arms over his chest.

I swallowed.

“It takes a lot of guts to come here for you Sturniolo.” He stated looking down at me. I sighed and looked to the side. “I’d be impressed if I didn’t think you were stupid” He stated. I took in a breath.

This is your girlfriend’s dad. Keep your cool.

“Yeah-“ I shook my head. “Spit it out kid, I’ve got a lot of paperwork to work on today” he sighed looking down at me. I looked up at him.

“Right” I shook my head. “Y/n-“ I stated trying to gather my words. “I came here to get your permission to ask her to the winter formal dance” I choked out, it almost killed me. Almost. I was still standing so far.

I’ve never had to swallow my pride so far down my throat.

He raised his eyebrows and smirked almost down at me. He pressed his lips together humming as he stepped forward. I just looked up at him.

“How bad was that to choke out? From here it looked like it hurt” he chuckled. I closed my eyes to avoid glaring at him. I was doing this for y/n. I owed this to her. I was doing it for her and I wasn’t leaving without a yes.

I let out a breath.

“You don’t strike me as the suit and tie type, kid” He said looking down at me. “I’m not” I stated, clearly I’m not. He furrowed his eyebrows. “She wants to go” I said looking at him. He raised his eyebrows.

“So you’re doing this for her?” He asked. I nodded. Everything I do is for her. Otherwise i wouldn’t be sitting in a police station surrounded by cops with felonies under my belt staring the chief of police in the face knowing I just delivered a life-sentence of cocaine last week.

He hummed sitting back.

“You’ve got guts kid” he chuckled. I looked down. “Listen I know you don’t like me—“ I started to say. “Yeah I don’t” he glared at me. I bit my lip and waited a second so I wouldn’t snap.

“So don’t think of it like you’re doing it for me” I sighed. He just looked at me. “She won’t go if I don’t go with her” I shook my head. He looked off to the side.

“You think you know my daughter so well” He said looking down at me. “I know her better than I know myself” I said shaking my head. He pursed his lips.

“She wants to go, and I don’t” I stated shaking my head. “I’m being honest thinking about sitting in a room with a bunch of teenagers dancing to shitty music—“ I shook my head.

“Language” he snapped. I took a breath in.

“It sounds like my worst nightmare” I finished closing my eyes. I blinked up at him. He looked down at me like he was studying me.

“But I’d do it if it made her happy” I said looking at him. He licked his lips as he looked down at me. “I thought you two weren’t on speaking terms” he said pointing at me. I looked down at my feet.

Didn’t think this one through.

“You’ve been seeing her?” He asked. I sighed looking up at him. He knew the answer. He shook his head. “I told her to stay away from you” he said pointing at me. I nodded.

“You’re a smart man” I laughed, he didn’t. I shut my mouth. “You know i’d keep her safe” I breathed. He snapped at me, making me back up slightly.

“No I don’t. You’re from the Eastside. Just because my cars don’t patrol down there doesn’t mean I don’t know what goes down out there” he said stepping up to me.

“You almost got my daughter arrested last month” He glared at me. I sighed and looked to the side. “She likes the Eastside Sir, it’s better she was out there with me than if she were alone, and trust me when I say that” I stated shaking my head.

He clenched his jaw before backing up and taking a breath.

“She stays out of trouble sir, she’s a good kid” I shook my head. He looked over at me. “I don’t know why she likes you” he stated looking down at me. I shook my head.

“I don’t know why she likes me either” I stated honestly. He let out a breath and looked me up and down.

“If I drug tested you, would it be clean?” He asked looking at me. I just stared at him. Not only would it not be clean, i’d go to fucking jail. I stood frozen looking at him.

He sighed and shook his head, knowing the answer from my silence. He looked back up at me.

“Drop and give me 20” he said looking down at me. My eyes went wide.

“What?” I breathed staring at him. “You heard me kid” he said looking at me. I stared at him. Is he serious? I scoffed.

“You wanna take my daughter to that dance, drop and give me 20” he said looking down at me. I clenched my jaw and looked to the side.

I was doing this for y/n. I was doing this for y/n.

I swallowed letting out a breath as I got down on my hands and started doing push ups. I let out hard breaths as I pushed up and down.

“How’s this doing for your ego kid?” He chuckled from above me. I let out a hard breath and shook my head. Not good.

“Stand up” he said after I got through 10. I stood back up and looked up at me. He stared at me squinting his eyes.

“You’re serious?” He asked looking at me. I sighed. “Do you think I would willingly show up around a swarm of wasps if I wasn’t?” I asked looking at him. He glared at me.

“I still don’t like you” he stated. I nodded. “Yeah I know” I said looking at him. He knew more about my record that his daughter did. He pursued his lips.

“Come back in two weeks. If you can pass a drug test, you can take her—“ he said walking over to his desk before snapping to get my attention. “Don’t even try to use someone else’s piss. I’ll sit there and watch you if I have to” he said pointing at me. I sighed of relief and nodded.

“Thank you” I said looking at him. He nodded.

“I don’t want to see you in here again in cuffs boy, you hear me?” He said pointing at me. I looked at him before nodding and walking out, finally letting out a breath.

I walked out of the station seeing Chris looking anxious around. He let out a breath when he saw me. “Dude, you scared me I thought they booked you or something” he said putting his hand on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Last time I checked, you can’t get arrested for asking someone for permission to ask their daughter to a dance” I said looking at him as we walked.

“Yeah, but I thought you might have punched him or something” he chuckled. I shook my head at him. “So what did he say?” He asked looking over at me. I sighed.

“He said that if I could pass a drug test in two weeks I could take her” I said. He nodded. “So no more Coke?” He laughed. I pushed him shaking my head, making him laugh.

y/n pov

I was sitting and watching tv in the living room when I heard my dad walk in the door. I ignored it as I lifted the soda up to my mouth. He walked in the room setting his keys on the table, looking over at me.

“How was school?” He breathed. I shrugged. “It sucked” I stated. He sighed as he walked in the room. He looked over at the TV. “Since when do you watch tv?” He asked looking at me. I glanced over at him.

“Since you took my only form of entertainment” I smiled sarcastically at him. He sighed before reaching in his back pockets and throwing me my phone. I caught it and looked at him.

“You’re giving it back?” I asked in disbelief. He sighed as he walked over to me sitting next to me on the coach.

“I saw your boyfriend in the station today” he said looking at me. My heart stopped. I stared at him. “What?” I said leaning up. “Is-Is he okay? What did he do? Is he hurt-“ I said frantically looking at him.

He smiled and shook his head.

“Dad it’s not funny” I said looking at him. “He’s fine” he shook his head. I sat back. “Oh” I sighed. “Why was he at the station?” I asked lookin at him. He raised his eyebrows looking at me.

“You still seeing that boy?” He asked looking down at me. I swallowed before shaking my head. He tilted his head. I sighed and looked down.

“Maybe” I breathed honestly. He leaned back sighing. “I’m sorry” I said looking at him. He shook his head. “No you’re not” he shook his head. I sighed setting down my drink.

“I’m sorry for lying. I’ll never be sorry for seeing him” I stated looking at him. He hummed. “He came to see me” He said looking over at me. My face dropped.

“What?” I choked. He nodded. Never in a million would I ever picture Matt Sturniolo go into a police station willingly. “I had the same reaction” he nodded. I just looked at him as I waited for him to continue. I just looked at him waiting for him to continue.

“He asked me for my permission to ask you to some winter formal dance” He said looking at me with a small smile. I smiled and looked away feeling my face light up.

“I didn’t know you’d even want to go to something like that” He said looking at me. I shrugged. “I don’t know. It wouldn’t be the worst thing ever” I sighed looking at him. He nodded looking at me.

“It would be nice to see you in something in other than jeans and an old t-shirt” he sighed looking down at me. I looked down at my shirt.

“Oh this is ma-“ I started to say but stopped myself. I looked up at my dad who raised his eyebrows. I smiled letting out a breath. He shook his head.

“Did you say yes?” I asked looking at him. He sighed and looked to the side. I closed my eyes and looked down. “I told him if he could pass a drug test in two weeks he could take you” he stated making me look up at him.

“Really?” I asked smiling. He nodded. I smiled before wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you” I breathed. He chuckled as I pulled back.

“I still don’t like that boy” he pointed at me. I rolled my eyes. “I know” I breathed rolling my eyes. “Just because I’m giving him a chance to take you to this dance doesn’t mean I’m okay with you seeing him.” He said looking up at me as I stood up.

I rolled my eyes and looked down at him.

“No of course not” I sighed. “You’re not off the hook for sneaking around either” he pointed at me. I looked at the ground. He sighed standing up.

“But I appreciate his willingness to come and ask me” he said looking down at me. I nodded. “But he still has to pass that test” he said. I nodded.

“Can I go see him?” I asked. “No” he stated looking down at me. I sighed. “You can go to bed, you’re still grounded even though you have your phone back” he explained. I sighed and nodded.

“Go to bed” he smiled. I smiled and shook my head as I walked up to the steps. I ran up to my room as I pulled out my phone to text him.

to: matty🖤

you went to see my FATHER?

from: matty🖤

you got your phone back

to matty🖤

you went to see my FATHER.

from matty🖤

…..and you got your phone back

I rolled my eyes before calling him. It rang once before he answered. “Matt” I breathed. “Hi baby” he smiled through the phone. I leaned back against the bed.

“Matt” I smiled closing my eyes. “Yes baby” he whispered. I smiled shaking my head. “Do I ever tell you how much I love you?” I laughed through the phone.

“Not really these days” he chuckled. I shook my head smiling. “Well I do. I love you” I whispered. He chuckled. “I know you do, my love” he said quietly. I sighed and leaned back.

“Can you come over?” He asked. I sighed. “No, my dad still on my case because I lied to him about seeing you” I said pressing my hand against my forehead.

“Yeah he made it very clear he still did not like me” He sighed. I bit my lip. “Can you sneak in tonight?” I whispered, looking over at my door.

He sighed.

“Oh y/n. Will you ever learn from your bad girl ways?” He asked through the phone. I laughed lightly. “Nope. Looked like you’ve rubbed off on me” I smiled. “I haven’t lately, can I do that if I come over?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.

“You have a dirty mind Matthew” I shook my head. He chuckled. “How can I not when I’m on the phone with the hottest girl in the world?” He asked making me smile and shake my head.

“Shut up” I laughed, making him laugh.

“No but seriously. I barley saw you today at school today I miss you” I whispered. He hummed. “How much do you miss me?” He hummed.

I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t push your luck Matthew” I said through the phone making him chuckle. “You never play along” he groaned. I smiled and looked down.

"I've just been really stressed lately, you know. I'm dying for some relief" I smiled knowing exactly what I was doing. He went silent for a second. "A-Are you serious?" He asked softly. I let out a hard breath.

"I can't stop thinking about where we left off. I don't even remember what your fingers feel like" I whined slightly as I heard his breathing start to get heavy over the phone.

I never dirty talked over the phone and he didn't know what to do. I caught him completely off guard and I knew it.

"Fuck" He whispered. I smiled as I looked up at my ceiling. "Guess I'm just gonna have to imagine while using my own" I smirked. "What? No. Y/n don't do anything I can-" He paused and my eyebrows furrowed.

"Matt?" I asked through the phone.

Matt pov

“You never play along” I groaned through the phone, smiling sheepishly at myself.

“Matt what are you doing? Come on”

I turned to my name being called. Nick and Chris were shaking their head and waving me over. I held up a hand. “I've just been really stressed lately, you know. I'm dying for some relief” She said suddendly, making my eyes go wide.

Right now? She's choosing to finally play along right now? I could die. I closed my eyes and put my hand against my face, ungodly imagies of my girlfriend flooding my mind. I took in a breath. Was she fucking with me?

"A-Are you serious?" I asked quietly waiting for her to burst out into laughter. She took in a breath. "I can't stop thinking about where we left off. I don't even remember what your fingers feel like" She whined. She whined. I bit down hard on my lip as I felt my pants tighten. Possibly the worst time in history to get hard.

Or even speak like this to your girlfriend.

But she never did this.

I was conflicted. I looked up at Nick and Chris who were waiting for me, impaciently. "Fuck" I said shaking my head. "Guess I'm just gonna have to imagine while using my own" She hummed. My eyes went wide. No. Absolutly not. Over my dead body.

"What? No. Y/n don't do anything I can-" I started to say.

I saw as another car pulled into the parking lot.

“Hang up the phone” Nick said through gritted teeth looking at me. I sighed. "Matt?" I heard her ask. "Y/n, don't do anything. I'll be there as soon as I can" I whispered.

"Wait, where are you?" She asked as the car pulled up and parked. Fuck. "I-I have to go" I whispered before hanging up.

I slid it into my pocket before walking over to Chris and Nick, them both shaking their head at me. I just looked at them.

“What?” I breathed glaring at them. “Nothing” Chris mumbled as we heard a car door slam, our vision being directed towards the people walking towards us.

I leaned back against the car as Ray and Landon approached us. Chris stepped forward.

“Hey” Chris breathed. The stopped when they were in front of us. Landon glanced to me and I stared at him before he looked away.

“Slim said that pound sold well and he wants another and wanted the name of your supplier” Ray spoke. Chris glanced at Nick.

“We’re not giving names, if he wants another pound he can get it, but that’s it” Nick stepped in. Ray pursed his lips.

“When can you have it by?” Landon asked looking at Chris. Chris looked over at me. “Monday” I answered looking between them. They nodded.

Landon looked over at me.

“Heard about your little run in with Pallo” he said making me push off the car. Nick and Chris looked over at me. I crossed my arms over my chest.

My mind was screaming fuck fuck fuck, over and over. But I kept my composure.

“Heard you brought Northside blood over here” Landon said crossing his arms over his chest. I clenched my jaw as I felt all eyes on me. He raised his eyebrows looking at me.

“Don’t worry about it” I said looking at him. He chuckled. “I’m not worried about it, you should be” He pointed at me. I stepped forward, Chris pushing me back slightly. Landon raised his eyebrows.

I felt my phone start to buzz in my pocket. Landon glanced down. “Is that Northside callin?” He smiled. I glared at him.

“Leave her out of this” I said glaring at him. He chuckled. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, we won’t touch her” he said stepped back. My gaze didn’t shake on him.

“Don’t cross Slim though, he doesn’t show mercy” He said pointing at me, before they turned and walked back to their car.

Chris sighed once they were out of view, before pushing me slightly. “What the fuck were you thinking?” He asked looking at me. Nick walked over before glaring at me.

“You’re an idiot” Nick said staring at me. I sighed and looked away. “I didn’t know Pallo went down by the tracks” I said looking at them. They sighed.

“It’s the Eastside Matt. People like Pallo and Landon are everywhere. Why would you bring her over here?” Chris said shaking his head at me. I looked down.

“We always meet at the tracks. We have for years Chris. You know that” I glared up at him. He shook his head. “Yeah, and it was all fine. Until you agreed to be apart of this. You’re putting her in danger Matt” Chris shook his head. I clenched my jaw looking to the side.

“Now that Landon knows that you care about her, you’re fucked if you mess up another delivery” Nick shook his head and walking to the car. I sighed looking down.

It wasn't long before I got to her house, I basically sprinted there. I texted her a few times put she didn't answer. I climbed the side of her house, forgetting about the long coversation I had with her dad today, knowing if he saw me climbing into his daughter's room: I could kiss that dance goodbye.

But when it came to y/n, I never really thought things through. She was upset, I fixed it. She needed me, I was there. Someone hurt her? Someone had to die.

I knocked smally on her window and sat back for a second.

I felt my phone buzz.

from: my baby

i'm sleeping

I rolled my eyes. She was so petty sometimes.

to: my baby

open the window y/n.

I knocked again.

from: my baby

Thought you were too busy tonight anyway. Why are you knocking at my window now? Go away

I sighed, she was pissed. Again. I rubbed my face before knocking agin.

to: my baby

you know i'm not going anywhere until you open this fucking window

A few seconds later the window slid open and I stepped in. She glared up at me. "Happy to see you come around sweetheart" I smiled down at her and she shook her head and started to walked away, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back against my chest, trailing my hand down the front of her shirt. She stilled against me for a second, before pushing off of me.

"I'm not in the mood anymore" She mumbled as she crawled back to her bed. You're kidding. I placed my hand on my forehead, before looking down seeing her facing away from me.

"Y/n" I sighed as I crawled over to her grabbing her arm, but she ripped it away from me. I sighed before she turned facing me.

"Is there someone else?" She asked looking at me. I smiled and chuckled but her face stilled straight. My face dropped. "You're serious? Like--That was a geuinue question?" I asked looking at her. She stared at me with a straight face. I sighed closing my eyes, trying not to get angry.

"Y/n, there is no one else and there is never going to be anyone else" I said looking at her and placing my palm against her cheek. She just looked down. "There was just something I had to do with Chris and Nick and-" She rolled her eyes and turned away from me.

"Have I mentioned that I loved you?" I whispered as she stared infront of her. She didn't react. I knew she still wanted me, she was frustrated sexually and she was taking it out on me emotionally. I knew her like the back of my hand. Her needs didn't go away in the matter of hours. She just didn't want to admit it.

I smiled as I toyed with the bottom of her shirt. She didn't look at me. "And how hard it makes me to see you wearing my shirt with nothing else" I mumbled lifting the shirt slightly. She turned her face to hide a smile. I smiled up at her.

"You've been so stressed baby. So good to me. Let me take care of you" I whispered kissing the side of her neck, making her sigh. She turned her head to look at me. I smiled at her.

I looked down as I trailed my hand up her shirt slowly before realizing she didn't have a bra on. I raised my eyebrows as she looked at me. "No bra?" I asked smirking up at her. She smiled and looked to the side.

I sighed as I climbed over her and pushed her shirt all the way up so she was exposed in front of me. She just looked up at me with a small smile. I sighed and leaned my head against her shoulder.

"You have no idea how much I just want to ruin you" I whispered as I kissed her neck. She moved under my touch, leaning her head back letting out a breath.

"You don't know how much I want to let you" She whispered back making my dick twitch. There was nothing I loved more than when she was whithering underneath me, looking at me like she was ready to do anything I asked of her.

I leaned up wrapping my hand around her neck as she looked at me. "Don't say things you can't take back" I whispered looking down at her. She let out a breath. I leaned down kissing the side of her face softly.

"Tell me what you want, my love" I whispered leaning my head up to look at her. She sighed closing her eyes. "Anything you'll give me, please" She whispered.

I wondered If she knew how much control she had over me, even in times like this. She was never really dominate passed kissing. Past that she let me take control and she liked it that way. I liked it that way.

I think she thinks I've the roughest I can be with her when were in siutations like this, but the truth is I hold back a lot, because I loved her. Because I cared about her. I didn't want to hurt her or push her past her limits even If she was willing to let me, and I knew she was.

Because at the end of the day no matter how much I wanted to destroy her, It was still the women that I loved. The women I would die for. So I was careful, even when I was rough.

I hummed and trailed my finger slowly down her stomach, so slowly. Causing her to wither underneath me, squirming around. "Stay still" I tightened my grip on her throat. She whined under my touch.

I finally made to to her underwear before trailing my fingers over her. she was soaked. I looked up at her as she closed her eyes.

"Did you touch yourself?" I asked looking at her. She shook her head. "No" She said quickly. I hummed. "I don't believe you" I whispered pressing my forehead against hers. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"I promise. I waited. I swear" She stuttered quickly. I hummed as I pressed my fingers against her over her underwear making her mouth open and lean back.

I pulled my fingers away from her causing her to sigh and whine.

"You know--" I started as I released her throat. "Matt" She sighed looking at me. I smiled down at her. "What?" I asked. She frowned. "Please" She whispered. I leaned down kissing her softly. "Please.....What?" I smiled against her lips.

"You owe me this" She mumbled. I shook my head. "I don't owe you anything" I said looking down at her. I owed her my life, but for the sake of foreplay right now that didn't matter. She sighed and squirmed under me.

"Please. I-I waited for you. I haven't finished in so long. I miss your touch, please" She said looking up at me with glossed over eyes. I smiled. "Tell me about your day" I whispered before trailing kisses down her neck. She sighed.

"What?" She asked as I trailed down to her breasts, gripping one in my hands. "I said, tell. me. about. your. day" I said again as I kissed her chest softly. “Uh” she breathed. “Okay” she stated, making me smile.

I trailed my hand down her before pushing past her underwear. “I-went to school. Saw you—“ she breathed looking up at the ceiling. I leaned up looking down at her. “Mhm hmm” I smiled. She glanced at me.

“What else?” I whispered. She blinked at me. “I had a test” she smiled. I chuckled as I moved my hand against her bare skin. “Yeah?” I asked smiling down at her as she stared at me. She took a breath in and grabbed my arm. I smiled down at her.

Sometimes it amazed me how much she trusted me. She puts all her faith into me without me even asking her and I don’t know why.

“Yeah” she nodded. “How did you do?” I asked scanning her face. “Good, I think it was over—“ She stared to say as I dipped my finger completely into her. She gasped as she looked at me. I smiled at her as I moved in and out of her slowly.

“Y/n” I stated, continuing her on. “The nervous system” she whined closing her eyes and pushing against my hand. I chuckled. “What else?” I whispered as I leaned down and kissed her neck. She let out a hard breath before swallowing.

“And the cardiovascular system” She moaned making me chuckle against her skin. “Never thought I’d hear you moan the cardiovascular system” I teased lifting my head seeing her squeezing her eyes shut.

She gripped my arm harder. “Matt go faster” she whispered. I hummed. “Are you sure sweetheart?” I asked looking down at her, my pace already fast. She nodded.

I pushed into her faster curling my fingers inside of her feeling her body clench against me as she let out breathless moans. I covered her mouth with my other hand.

“Shh, baby you’re suppose to be sleeping remember? Don’t wanna wake the house up” I smiled making her shake beneath me.

“You just want to let the world know you’re mine don’t you?” I asked removing my hand. She nodded. “So b-bad” She nodded, making me smile.

“I need-“ she breathed. I smiled as I pushed into her. “What do you need my love?” I whispered. “I need to come please” She said shaking her head. I hummed pushing hair that had fallen in front of her face to the side.

“You need to come?” I asked slamming my hand inside her at an ungodly pace as she arched beneath me. Making noises that could sing me to sleep. She nodded.

“How badly?” I whispered against her ear. She whined. “So badly” she moaned. I hummed.

“Hold it” I whispered as I moved my thumb over her clit. Her eyes snapped open. “What?” Her voice broke.

“You know, I don’t think this is doing anything for your bad girl reputation hm?” I hummed looking down at her. She just looked at me as she clenched as hard against my fingers trying to hold off her orgasm.

“Do you?” I asked looking at her. She closed her eyes as she moved beneath me. “Letting me do this to you when you know you’re not suppose to see me?” I whispered kissing her ear. She whined and dug her nails into my skin, pushing against my hand. Her body begging for a release.

“But you like it don’t you? You get off on the thrill” I said looking down at her. She moaned. “Matt please” She said her eyes watering. I smiled before letting out a breath.

“Come” I whispered before she broke all over my fingers, her body going limp beneath me. I chuckled as she turned over, pushing me away from her.

I normally don’t let her go after only one round, loving to overstimulate her and she knew that causing her to push my hand away from her body. But I also don’t usually make her hold out her orgasms.

“Baby” I chuckled pulling her back as she shook her head. I pulled my hand away from her and pulled her body against me.

“You did great, I’m done. I’m done” I laughed as I kissed the side of her head. She sighed and fell against me. “That was mean” she mumbled as she rubbed her head into my chest.

“I don’t pride myself for my kindness” I rolled my eyes. “I pride myself for how hard I can make you finish” I said looking down at her as she blinked up at me.

“So you think you did good on that test?” I asked looking down at her making her hit my chest with her hand. “Hey, I’m serious” I said leaning back. She rolled her eyes before wrapping her legs around me and pulling her body against mine and wrapping her arms around me, under my shirt.

“I love you” she whispered. I smiled as she clung onto me for dear life. I kissed the top of her head. “Not as much as I love you” I said back.

hehehe

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honeytrap26 · 4 months

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I’ll Play Nice

Satoru Gojo x Reader

summary: Your boss invites you and your husband Satoru Gojo to dinner. cw: !!MDNI!! NSFW, talks about sex, gets a little heated between reader and Satoru. There’s cocks in here and I mean cocky men. 😉 aunote: I’ve been pining over Raiden from eighty-six, I can’t help it. just imagine two muscular men, almost equally as tall as each other, fighting over you. I just love Raidens and Satorus dub voices. I hope you all enjoy this one and happy reading! 🐼🖤 wc: 2k+ (proofread but there might be some errors)

This is your boss, Raiden Shuga Cookies for a Confession: a Raiden fluff.

“ Good work today, you did an amazing job with that presentation.” your boss taps on the edge of your desk.

“ Thank you Mr. Shuga.” you smile at him,

“ Please… just call me Raiden. Mr. Shuga is my father.” he chuckles, “ There's no need for formalities.”

“ Thank you...Raiden. But I can't get all the credit for it. We all contributed to that project.” you shut down your computer, grabbing your purse from underneath your desk.

“ Well, you should accept the compliment, you are their supervisor and that says a lot. The company has seen so many improvements since you started working here.” he smiles at you as he loosens his tie.

“Thank you again Mr. Shuga- I’m sorry. Raiden.” you get up from your chair, and begin to walk out when he calls your name.

“ Are you available this Saturday? I would like to take you out to dinner.” he clears his throat, unbuttoning his suit jacket.

You let out a nervous chuckle, his question making you feel uneasy. He can see you shift uncomfortably in your spot.

“I didn’t mean it in that way.” he sighs, “Let me start over, I would like to invite you and your husband to dinner. I’m currently looking for a potential…”

“Partner? A girlfriend or perhaps a boyfriend?” you inquire.

He laughs and shakes his head,

“No, a business partner. I have been inviting potential employees and coworkers out to a casual dinner to get to know them more. I would like to start my own business. I am going to need a partner and I would like to know what someone is like in a casual setting.”

You stand there for a moment before you mouth “Oh”

“So that’s what everyone has been talking about.” you clap your hands together, “it all makes sense now” Raiden raises an eyebrow,

“There’s been talk that you’ve been inviting people out to dinner and we all thought it was because you’re looking for someone to date.” you purse your lips together, awaiting his answer.

“Is…is that why everyone has been giving me weird looks lately?” he scans the empty workplace. “That's so embarrassing.” he drops his head down.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” you let out a laugh, amused at his reaction, “but yes dinner is fine with me. I will see you tomorrow night. Now if you’ll excuse me, my husband should be calling me in 3- 2-1.” your phone rings, you wave to him.

“Have a goodnight Raiden.” you smile at him and walk out of the door into the hallways, waiting for an elevator.

“Toru, are you almost ready? We’re going to be late.” you say slipping your heels on.

“Why am I going?” Gojo takes his time to tie his tie.

“Because he wants to meet you and also I might become a potential business partner.” you say excitedly, checking your make up once more in the mirror.

“More like just a potential partner in bed. Is this guy even hot?” Gojo glances at you wiping off the lipstick on your teeth.

“He’s not bad looking.” you shrug your shoulders.

“So he is hot” he sulks.

You walk over to Gojo and help him tie his tie.

“ You know I only have eyes for you and I love you. Now hurry up” -you slap his butt- “ you look good in a suit.” you give Gojo a quick kiss on the lips.

His face lights up and he pulls you in closer to him, he whispers in your ear,

“Oh yeah, I think I look better in a birthday suit.”he begins to kiss up and down your neck, he places his hands on your hips making you walk backwards until your back is against the wall.

Your hands roam his chest up to his tie, tugging it. Gojo smirks, his hands find their way to your ass giving it a hard squeeze making you whine.

“That's what I like to hear.” he grabs your face, his soft lips meeting yours, he licks your bottom lip but then you push him away.

“No no no. We have to go.” you say panting, Gojos hands continue to roam all over your body. He tugs at your dress, lifting it up,

“Come on, just a quick one? Your boss can wait. You look so beautiful in that red dress. I wanna rip it off of you.” his fingers hit the lace on your panties, making him more urgent but you grab a hold of his hands.

“I know you’re the almighty Satoru Gojo and everyone waits for you but I’m not special. If you’re a good boy and play nice. Maybe I'll give you a little something on the way home.” you grab his tie and tug it gently, he moans biting his lower lip knowing exactly what you meant by that.

“Come on! We’re really going to be late now.” you fix your dress and walk out the door.

“But baby! I’m hard.” he whines, chasing after you.

Satoru and you drive down to the very expensive steakhouse your boss wants to meet at.

“So much for a casual dinner?” Gojo laughs in disbelief.

“I wonder if he’s already in there waiting for us.” you say nervously.

A sleek matte black motorcycle pulls in just as you're about to walk into the building. The rider revs it a couple of times before putting it in idle. He leans back into the seat and slips off his black leather gloves. The man is wearing a white fitted dress shirt, you can see his tattoos peeking through the cuffs of the shirt, he has on a gray vest over it.

“Hi Raiden,” you smile at your boss. Gojo’s eyebrows furrow as he sees how cheesy you get for your boss.

“Hi…Raiden.” Gojo imitates your voice under his breath, he pretends to clutch his pearls.

“Hey it’s so nice to see you.” Raiden says holding the helmet in one hand, he gets off the bike, walks over to and gives you a hug, he kisses the back of your hand.

“Wow…you’re so breathtakingly beautiful..” he takes a step back to take in…… all of your beauty.

Gojo growls under his breath, his long legs swiftly walk over to you, he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in. His arctic blue eyes stare daggers into Raiden while he gives you a quick kiss.

“Behave." you slap Gojos chest playfully. “ I'm sorry about that. This is my husband, Satoru Gojo.”

Raiden's emerald eyes narrow at Gojo and he smirks,

“Nice to meet you, husband of this beautiful lady. You’re very lucky.” Raiden chuckles, taking your hand again and giving it another kiss, this time Raidens emerald eyes are focused on Gojo with the same piercing stare.

“You already did that.” Gojo snatches your hand away from him.

Raiden just laughs, he waves for the valet boy.

“Yes sir,” the valet boy bows to Raiden.

“Just the usual spot. Have fun.” Raiden winks at the valet boy and fixes his suit.

“Show off.” Gojo scoffs rolling his eyes, he hands the keys to the car to the same valet boy.

“Oh wait, I almost forgot to grab the reports.” you run after the valet boy to get your keys.

Gojo and Raiden are standing there, they both watch as you walk away heading back to the car.

“ You’re the boss, huh?” Gojo slips his hands in his dress pants, he sizes up Raiden, he's only a few inches shorter than Gojo.

“That’s me.” Raiden grins, he sweeps his hands out palms facing up, showing that he doesn’t mean to cause any harm.

Gojo lets out a sarcastic chuckle, he takes a step closer to Raiden, putting a hand on his shoulder. He leans in and says,

“I love my wife and I’ll do anything for her. So for her sake. I’ll play nice.” Gojo says the last part through gritted teeth, he squeezes Raiden's shoulder firmly before letting go.

“ Sorry about that, I just finished the reports earlier today and thought you may want to take a look at it.” you hand the file over to Raiden.

“That wasn’t necessary, I already told you I wasn’t in a rush to get it back.” he accepts the file and tucks it under his arm. “Shall we head inside? I’m starving.” he ushers for you and Gojo to go in first.

“Nice to meet ya boss.” Gojo pats Raiden's shoulder twice making sure to hit him a little harder than he would to most people.

The three of you are sitting at the table, Raiden sitting across from you and Gojo. The orders were placed based on Raiden's recommendation. The waiter brought out wine for the table also based on Raidens recommendation.

“Now shall we begin?” Raiden washes down the very expensive appetizer with wine, he wipes his mouth with the serviette and places it back on his lap.

“Hmm..” you cover your mouth, you chew quickly and take a sip of your wine.

“No need to rush, take your time.” Raiden chuckles. He leans back in his chair.

“Why do you want to start your own business?” Gojo’s eyes narrow at him.

“ What can I say? I want new things. I want things I can’t have and in order for me to get those things I have to leave and grow bigger.” Raiden licks his lips, his eyes darken, practically undressing you.

“So you’re a grower not a shower” -Gojo gulps down his glass of wine- “figures.” he grins, placing a hand on your inner thigh, he leans in to whisper loudly in your ear. “I think she knows how much I show and grow for her.”

You choke on your food and excuse yourself to the restroom.

The night was oddly weird, this was supposed to be a nice casual conversation with your boss and your husband. At first you thought maybe it was just in your head but as the wine continued pouring the mouths started roaring, somehow this dinner turned into them fighting about who’s dick was bigger.

“That was a very nice meal, thank you for paying for dinner.” you say to your boss.

“No problem at all. We should do this more often.” he winks at you then looks at Gojo,

“of course with your husband too. We can’t leave him out, he loves attention.”

You laugh at Raidens joke a little too hard for Gojos liking.

“Hey, why don’t we go to some place less fancy. You want to get to know me. I’ll show you.” Gojo says to him.

You grab him trying to push him but Gojo is built like a tank and doesn’t move if he doesn’t want to.

Raiden shakes his head, “I’m fine. It was good meeting you.”

“What are you afraid of me?” -Gojo lets out a fake laugh- “Is it because…” -he tilts his head up- “ you’re weak?”

You can see the cocky attitude slowly ooze out of him. It was time to take him home.

“Oookay it’s time to go. It was really nice to have dinner with you Raiden. Thank you for paying again. I’ll see you at work on Monday.” you quickly wave at him, you pull Gojo away when Raiden says,

“ Actually I do want some more drinks, it doesn’t hurt to let loose once in a while, I can play nice.” he stares at Gojo coldly, then he clicks his tongue and shoots you with that charming smile of his. “I’ll see you guys there.”

It was on. If Satoru Gojo wanted to play nice, so could Raiden Shuga.

Extra Trimmings! “So…do I get a blowjob now?” he lets out a toothy grin. “No! What makes you think that you deserve a blowjob?” you slap his arm. “Ow! You said if I play nicely then I get a blowjob.” he reasons with you. “ Was telling my boss-” you lift your chin at him and imitate him. “-you’re weak. Playing nicely?” you sigh, “I’m so gonna get fired.”

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buckymorelikefuckme · 1 year

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no shelf control

bucky barnes x fem reader

words: 1.3k

a/n: this is very not serious but i think it's p cute hehe. any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & welcomed ♡

part 2 ❀

The only reason Bucky is even in the public library is because Steve asked him to pick up a book he reserved. They'd only hold it for so long, and he got caught up at work, so he'd asked Bucky to grab it for him.

He figures he’ll browse while he’s here. Perhaps something will catch his interest.

And, well… Something definitely catches his interest. But it's not a book.

He wandered the stacks for about fifteen minutes before giving up and deciding to go ahead and collect Steve’s book. But then he saw you standing behind the circulation desk, scanning returned books back into the system and setting them on a waiting cart to be put in their respective spaces.

There's a cute pair of tortoise shell frames perched on your button nose, a furrow between your eyebrows as you concentrate on separating the books on the cart. Your cheeks are adorably round and your lips pouty. Your hair is pulled back by a butterfly clip and you're drowning in a large, pastel sweater.

You're the exact opposite of who he is, at least in appearance, exactly his type–all soft curves and sweetness etched into your being. There's no way in hell he’s going to leave this place without asking you out.

Bucky squares his shoulders, gives himself a quick mental pep talk, and marches over to you. He puts on his most charming smile as he rings the little bell on the counter.

You glance at him over the top of your glasses, looking almost bored. “May I help you?”

He clears his throat. Okay, so he’ll have to try a little harder. That's fine.

“My friend asked me to pick up a book that's being held for him,” he explains, placing both hands on the desk as he leans in a little more.

“What's the name?” you ask.

“His or mine?” Bucky replies, winking.

You tilt your head slightly. “Is the book being held for you?”

His smile falters. “Uh. No?”

“Then I’ll need his name.”

He squints. “Steve Rogers,” he finally replies after a beat.

You type the name into the computer and click around for a moment, then you turn around and bend over to rifle through stuff under the counter. It gives Bucky a fantastic view of your ass, and it can't be an accident.

“Ah, here you are,” you say, returning to your full height with a book in your hand. You scan it and slide it over to Bucky with a customer service smile. “All done. Tell your friend he has two weeks until it's due for return.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, biting the inside of his cheek when you immediately go back to work, ignoring his presence.

He can't just give up now, though. His pride is on the line. Quickly, he looks around for an excuse to continue talking to you.

“So, like, there's a lot of books here,” he blurts.

His ears grow hot when you pause, looking at him again with a single eyebrow raised.

“Yes,” you say carefully. “It's a library.”

Bucky forces a laugh. “Right, yeah! I just mean, uh, you might have one I’ve been trying to find for ages,” he lies.

You nod slowly. “That is very likely, yes.”

“What do you like to read?” he questions, suddenly, trying to save himself from further embarrassment.

You open and close your mouth, thrown. “What?”

“Could you recommend something for me?” he asks. He nods toward the cart. “Anything in there worthwhile?”

You look at the cart, then back to him. You're clearly struggling to follow, which he has to admit to himself is understandable, because he's also struggling. He's never had to work this hard and it's messing him up.

“There's a book on the history of Romania?” you suggest like a question.

“That sounds cool. I'll take it,” he grins.

“Really?” you reply, incredulous, before shaking your head with an embarrassed twist to your mouth. “I mean–sorry. I'll get that for you.”

But Bucky panics as you turn and grab it, because, “I don't have a library card,” he rushes to say. He's struck with inspiration, though, and quickly follows up with, “But can you still check me out?”

He tries to conceal his smirk, feeling supremely proud of himself for that pickup line. However, his celebration is short-lived.

You blink at him, frowning. “No, I'm afraid not. You need a library card to check out books, sir.”

His smile drops entirely. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

You frown harder. “Doing… what? My job?”

“No, pretending like I'm not hitting on you,” he huffs.

Your glasses slip down as your eyes widen, jaw slackening in surprise. “What?” you squeak.

It's so cute, but Bucky can't take it anymore.

“Look, I've been trying to ask you out for the last five minutes, but I can't tell if you're blowing me off or not.”

“I… I didn't know,” you confess, averting your gaze, pushing your glasses back up your nose. “I'm not used to someone flirting with me.”

Now it's Bucky's turn to be incredulous. “Seriously?” At your tentative nod, he scoffs. “What the hell is wrong with people? You're so cute, and sexy. How could anyone not wanna ask you out?”

You bring a hand up to your own cheek bashfully, and Bucky’s about to combust. If he was a betting man he'd wager your skin is warm to the touch.

“How about this,” he begins, leaning on the counter once again, even closer than before. He loves the way your doe eyes blink up at him. “Why don't I start over and make it abundantly clear what my intentions are.”

“O-Okay,” you reply.

He grins, and this time he gets a reaction out of you. You bite your lip as you fidget with the too-long sleeves of your sweater.

“Hi, I'm Bucky. I think you're insanely attractive and I'd love to take you on a date.”

A soft giggle from you and he knows it deep down to his very core–he's a goner.

“Hi,” you reply, shyly tucking some loose strands of your hair behind your ear as you offer your name. “A date sounds fun.”

He lifts his hand and gently nudges under your chin, catching you by surprise. “Wonderful. Here,” he says, reaching into his pocket for his phone and handing it over, “put your number in.”

Still adorably flustered, but with an ever present smile that makes your round cheeks bunch up in the sweetest way, you take his phone and input your number. After you give it back, Bucky sends you a text right away.

“Now you have my number, too,” he announces happily. “I expect to hear from you soon, yeah? Let me know when you're free.”

You nod. “Yeah, of course.”

“Bye, darlin’,” he says with a wink, grabbing Steve’s book as he begins walking backwards.

You cover your cheeks with your hands again. “Bye,” you mutter quietly.

Oh yeah. This is perfect. Bucky doesn't turn around, eyes still locked with yours, until he bumps into one of the kiosks. You muffle your giggles into your sleeve as Bucky flushes. His grin doesn't waver, though.

He waves and feels like he floats out of the building, and still feels like he's floating when he makes his way to Steve’s apartment later that evening. When Steve answers the door, Bucky plants a messy, loud kiss on his cheek, ignoring his disgusted and outraged exclamation, saying an emphatic, “Thank you,” before he hands the book over.

Steve stares in bewilderment as his best friend hums the whole way to the elevator. He hasn't got the slightest clue what put that dorky smile on Bucky’s face, but he's sure he’ll find out soon enough. He looks down at the book in his hand as he closes his door and stops in his tracks.

“This isn't my book,” he states dumbly.

The History of Romania sits innocently in his grasp. He sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s gonna kill Bucky.

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bellarkeselection · 3 months

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Since you want a Tony Stark request, I'm here for you

Love confession with him and female reader, a very delicious kiss and lots of love

I Want it that Way

Entering the Stark tower I had answered Pepper’s phone call saying that Tony was acting weird lately being down in his lab like normal which wasn’t an odd thing. But she said that he was sending a bunch of stuff to his house but never did anything with it. She said he claimed it was a party yet he would never tell her the date of when it was.

Walking down the staircase I entered the code he had on the keypad connected to the door. It opened and I stepped inside seeing the hall of multiple iron man suits that he had created. “Stark, I have been sent by Pepper Potts herself.”

“Awe Pep is concerned about me when she doesn’t have to be.” He responded while still working on the arm blaster of the original red iron man suit.

Standing by his work table I leaned my weight against it knowing that he wasn’t much of a talker when he was down here. Pepper and I had been friends for years so when she went to work for him that was the day we met. “Yes she’s concerned since you have been using your company money to buy a bunch of random stuff. But then you’ve done nothing with anything.”

“They’re not nothing. I would have thought you knew that unless she hasn’t shown you what I’ve bought.” Tony lifted his head up, snapping his fingers once he turned on the computer screen. He rolled over in his car pulling up some pictures. “Sit here, honey.”

I shook my head when he patted his lap. “Not gonna happen, Tony.”

“Just sit and look through the photos.” He instructed where I sighed, sitting on his lap and taking a hold of the mouse controller. I shifted my gaze through the photos beginning to piece together why he had ordered certain items.

He had purchased anything from my favorite snacks, drinks, movies I rented off his tv, clothes I pointed out I liked in the stores we passed. There was even one picture of a large bear stuffed animal he had in his Amazon cart. Tony and I had this teasing type of relationship you could call it. But there was one thing I couldn’t tease him about…how I truly felt about him. Otherwise I would have to deal with the idea that he either felt the same or just saw me as a friend. “You always seem so smart with comebacks. I thought you would have tried hacking into my Amazon account before coming down here.”

“Some people actually respect others' privacy.” I glared at him over my shoulder shifting around slightly and seeing how close we were to each other this way.

Tony turned off the computer screen focusing his soft brown eyes on mine. “I just needed to find the perfect gift for my plan to work. So that you would have no problem agreeing to…cause I don’t want to deal with rejection.”

“Who the hell would reject you. You’re Iron Man for crying out loud.” I throw my hands up from my lap.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah but only one person hasn’t treated me differently since I told the world that I was a superhero. And that person means more to me than what the rest of the world thinks.”

“Sounds like a lucky person whoever he or she is.” I replied leaning my back against his work table since I wasn’t comfortable being this close to him.

Tony didn’t seem to get that through when he moved forward resting his hands on either side of me. His deep brown eyes poured into mine while he spoke. “Please don’t take offense to this but I am a genius in case you forgot. But are you that blind to how I feel about you Y/n?”

“How you feel about me, Tony. Oh I’m sorry I suppose your teasing has been perfectly clear all these years. I have just been too stupid to realize it.” I rolled my eyes trying to get away from him feeling a nervous pit in my stomach but he had me boxed in.

He raised a brow at me, turning off the power to the headset he was wearing that could control the suits in another area as long as he wore them. “You’re not stupid, Y/n. But I feel stupid for just not asking this question sooner. Do you see yourself having any romantic feelings for me at all?”

“I…yeah I do. I just never thought you’d feel the same way. I mean because you’re you…and you can have anybody in the world and now you’re saying you’re choosing me of all people.” I sniffed avoiding his gaze, not sure what came over me where I just began declaring my entire insecurities and feelings out on the table for him.

Tony moved his hands up to my shoulders making me shift my eyes back on his. “Of course I chose you, darling. You’re the person who I worry about on Avenger missions, you’re the person who will eat pizza with me at midnight, help me down here on my suits even though you can’t stay awake on five hours of sleep like I can. When you smile or laugh I just want to freeze that moment in time or find a way to keep recreating it.”

“Tony, please stop. I get it okay.” I held my hands up trying to not blush like a tomato in front of him but he had a way with words when it came to me.

He reached up, removing my hands from my face and holding my hands in his. He needed to see your face while he poured his heart out. “Just let me get this all out okay. My suits aren’t the only thing in my life that I care about anymore. It’s you, it’s always gonna be you Y/n. That’s what all the purchases are because I was looking for the perfect way to ask you out and to have you maybe move in with me.”

“You want me to move in with you. Are you serious?” Covering my mouth with my hands I couldn’t believe what I was hearing right now.

He sent me a glare crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s what you got from my whole declaration of love speech?”

“Forgive me if this is all of sudden on me. I mean of course I want to do that with you. I want to be with you. It’s just all overwhelming for me. I hear you saying these wonderful things yet I have nothing to tell me that I am not dreaming right now-“

He cut my ramblings off, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me deeply where I would have fallen weak to my knees if I was standing upright. I gasped moving my hands over his black fitted shirt until I was holding onto his shoulders kissing him back slowly.

Tony tilled my head downward to give him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. I sighed into the feeling only dreaming that this would happen until this very moment. I lifted one hand fisting his black hair in my fingers hearing him moan into the kiss until we needed air. “You’re not dreaming, baby. My feelings are 3,000 percent real.”

“3,000 that’s quite a lot. Are you sure I’m worth Iron Man’s time?” I questioned him, chuckling with my arms draped around his neck.

He sent me a half smile leaning forward kissing me softly. “I’ll buy, make or do whatever I have to do to make you see that you are all I want. I want us to be together. I want it that way forever.”

“Tony, that’s not necessary. I already said I’d move in with you.” I shake my head laying my head against his chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist. He lays his chin on top of my head just holding me close to his chest briefly.

He mumbled into my hair moving it behind my ear. “I mean I actually am getting a few other ways to show you in mind if you're up for it.”

“Really…Do those plans change when I tell you I'm still a virgin?” I blushed the second the words left my mouth, terrified of what he would say now.

Tony tilted my head up resting his forehead against mine where I could feel his breath on my face when he spoke. “No way, honey. It just means that I have the honor of making it so enjoyable for you.”

“I like the sound of that, Stark. So tonight or…” I trailed off feeling a little bold.

Yet to my surprise he didn't jump at the idea of taking me upstairs like I thought he would. He in fact did the opposite and just kissed me slowly. “As much as I am turned on by the thought not tonight. When it happens I want you to have the best date night of your life, baby.”

“You ain't a bad guy, Tony. I'm glad we're together now.” I smiled up at him wrapping my arms around his neck drawing him down for another deep kiss.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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anabdaniels · 7 months

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Cowboytober Day 5- Overstimulation

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 1.9k

Rating: 18+

Warning: Brief alcohol consumption, oral (f receiving), desk sex, fingering, swearing, use of safeword.

Masterlist

The fact that Jack’s position as the CEO of Statesman Distillery demanded a lot from him always have been clear to you. The thing is: sometimes Jack didn’t know when to stop and put the work aside, and then you decided that it’d be your job to change his mind. Most of the time, just sitting on his lap and demanding his attention was enough for him to forget about the paperwork, but there were those times when that annoying workaholic manner showed up, those times when, after coming back home around 6 pm, he’d easily remain in front of his computer and pile of files until midnight if you didn’t stop him.

Usually, this behavior used to last only for a day or two, and was easy to take Jack out of it, but on that week, it was starting to get unbearable. It started on a Sunday night when he claimed he needed to give a last check on the paperwork for the next Monday, but then, he gave you the same explanation for the following six days, and you were getting done with all that.

Saturday, after a couple of glasses of wine, you decided that your limit had been hit. Being sitting on the couch watching a movie and drinking alone at 5 p.m. on a Saturday, while your husband was locked in his office for the last three hours was almost depressing.

Deciding to put an end to that, you walked through the hallway and entered Jack’s office without even bothering to knock on the door. When he noticed your presence, you were already sitting on the edge of his desk and closing his laptop with not much delicacy. Jack looked at you with a frown, still wearing his reading glasses, and raised one eyebrow while waiting for an explanation.

“We gonna stay on this ‘till when?” you inquired while crossing your arms.

“What are you talking about, honey?” he asked clueless, placing his forearms on the armrests of his chair

“I’m talking about the fact that seems that Statesman is your wife and I’m the third wheel here.” Judging by the silence and the tip of his tongue rubbing on his upper lip, you knew that he got what was the problem.

“Fair enough.” He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes before looking at you again “But, honey, you need to understand…”

“Don’t you dare finish this sentence.” You interrupted him and rolled your eyes “Do we have any unsolved fight that I’m not aware of?”

“No, we don’t.” he sounded confused while answering.

“What’s the matter then? Middle age-crisis? Your testosterone levels are low? Are you banging your secretary? Do you want to divorce? What the fuck is happening to you, Jack?” you narrowed your eyes when he chuckled and shook his head.

“It ain’t nothing of that, sugar.” He assured, still having a smirk on his face.

“So can I have my damn husband back or it’s time for me to go to the sex shop?” Jack couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

“Your whole problem is just the fact that we’re not having sex?” he asked with that dangerously gorgeous cocky smirk.

“It’s not just that, but this is for sure a considerable part of the problem.” You shrugged.

“C’mere, sugar.” He said while patting one of his thighs and of course, you didn’t flinch before moving and getting mounted on his lap “You’re right, okay? I’ve been an ass with you these last days.” Jack passed his arms around your waist and kissed your collarbone “But I think you can forgive me, right?” he asked while kissing your neck.

“Depends.” You said while leaning your head to the side, letting your neck more exposed to him “What am I gaining for forgiving you?”

“Y’know I’m a fair man, honeybee.” Jack kissed your neck a few times before nibbling your chin and looking at you “I’ll give you exactly what you want.” You wanted so badly to make things more difficult for him, but you never have been able to resist when he looked at you with those puppy eyes, and his hands caressing your thighs for sure didn’t help you to resist.

“Fine, cowboy.” You said while approaching your face, resting your forehead on his “I think I can have mercy on you.”

“I knew my pretty lady wouldn’t be mean to me.” He bit your lower lip softly as his hands finally reached your butt under your dress, making him smile widely with the realization that you had nothing on under it. “You’re getting too naughty, Mrs. Daniels.” You chuckled and passed your arms around his neck.

“Well, why would I bother with panties when my husband wasn’t interested in taking ’em off?” you raised both of your eyebrows and knew you had pushed the right buttons when Jack moved his hand to hold the back of your neck.

“Oh honey, you’ll regret not controlling your pretty mouth.” He didn’t give you time to think and kissed you hungrily, just now realizing how much he had missed and was desperate for you.

Jack had no hesitation while moving his hands to the buttons in the front of your dress and opening them, getting you rid of the fabric in the blink of an eye. You were about to start to work on his shirt too, but he didn’t give you the chance, sitting you on his desk and moving from his chair to kneel between your legs, laying your thighs on his shoulders.

The amount of time without his touch made you even more desperate for him when he started to kiss your inner thighs and, at the very moment his mouth was just a few inches away from your cunt, you already were soaked, needing him more than ever.

“Fuck…” you whimpered with closed eyes and grabbed Jack’s hair when his tongue finally slid through your throbbing core. You were starting to get calmer and used to that sensation, but of course, your husband wouldn’t make things easy for you and his next move was cowardly lick and suck your already swollen and hipper-sensitive clit, giving you no choice but moan audibly and squeeze his head between your thighs.

Most of the time, Jack would take it easy with you, sometimes even making you beg for more, but the situation was a bit different that time. He didn’t give you a second to breathe or try to calm down, eating you relentlessly while his hands caressed your whole body, groping your curves handful. You tried with all your efforts to hold back a little more, not even noticing when your free hand crumpled a few papers that were on the desk, too carried away to care if they were important.

You moaned loudly when finally reached your orgasm, feeling your hips moving involuntarily, and sighing softly when Jack kissed your thigh. Your eyes remained closed, but the sudden touch on your sensitive clit made you open your eyes and look down, just to see Jack’s thumb rubbing your clit while his index and middle finger moved inside you, not allowing you to calm down before making you squirm and moan again. While observing you failing miserably to try to control yourself, Jack pushed everything on his desk to the side, making a few items fall on the floor, and, judging by the noise, you could swear that his laptop was among these items.

Carefully, he leaned you down, laying your torso on the wooden surface without ever interrupting his work between your legs, making you whimper and contort, not surprisingly feeling that it wouldn’t need much more for you to cum again. Jack leaned forward and braced himself in one hand to kiss your neck, aware of the effects it would have on you. The joint of the unfairly precise move of his hand and the delicious scratching of his mustache on your skin became too much in these circumstances and you gave up trying to control your body, just letting go and enjoying the feeling of another climax.

When you felt Jack pulling his fingers out of you, you were sure that now he’d give you a moment to calm down and you couldn’t be more wrong. Before you could even process that the low noise you’ve heard was Jack’s belt being undone and his fly being opened, he already was sliding his cock inside you, making you whimper and breath heavily; you were still unable to calm down the effects of all the previous stimulation and he was giving you more to deal with. With a ton of effort, you propped up on your elbows, looking at him with a pleading expression.

“Jack,” his name was moaned out of your lips “It’s too much.” The smirk on his lips just made you sure that his intention was exactly that.

“You wanted my attention, honeybee, so you’ll have it.” He mocked while passing your legs around his hips “Furthermore,” he caressed your lower lip with his thumb while speaking “I’m pretty sure my beautiful wife can take it.” You couldn’t hold back a defeated chuckle, sucking his thumb in a teasing way.

“You’re a cruel motherfucker.” you said with your breath irregular, making him laugh.

“Maybe I am, but, judging by your state, I’m sure you like it.” He teased, referring to the fact that, once more, you were pathetically turned on and wet.

“You know I do.” You admitted with a smile, giving up on trying to argue with him.

“The answer I expected.” His cocky smile was brighter than ever “Now come here, my love.” Jack grabbed your neck and pulled you to him, sitting you again on the desk and kissing you intensely while starting to slam his hips against you, resulting in you letting out a scandalous moan. He kept one arm around your waist while kissing your neck and whispering the sweetest compliments in this world with a calm tone as if he wasn’t railing you.

His free hand moved to between your legs again, destroying the crumbs of self-control you had recovered. You allowed your body to get filled with that good sensation that was growing on your lower stomach and sank your face into the curve of his neck, passing your arms around him and pulling him closer with your legs, making him let out a hoarse moan. It was the last straw, then, once more, you felt your body succumbing to the orgasm. Jack kept his steady pace, smiling while seeing you starting to move involuntarily even more, getting overwhelmed with everything. You were feeling too much, it was too much. Even loving every piece of that moment and being unmeasurably happy for finally having your husband back, you were too sensitive and overloaded with sensation to bear more of that.

“Yellow.” You mumbled one of the safewords you two have established and Jack promptly stopped everything, looking worried at you.

“You’re okay, sugar?” he asked while making you lift your head and look at him. You nodded softly while regaining your breath and self-control.

“I just need a little break.” You said after a moment, making Jack smirk.

“Oh honey, trust me, you’ll need a few more breaks before we’re done.” He answered in his usual convinced tone and held your face gently between his hands, kissing you softly.

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ANB Drabble: Sleep Deprived

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Content: Sleep deprivation, whumpee-turned-caretaker, past child abuse/neglect, body insecurity, talk of mental disorders, vampire whumpee (turned caretaker).

Carlos was up the moment he heard crying. Abandoning his blanket on the bedroom floor, he hastily opened the door and tiptoed down to the living area, trying his best to find the source of the noise. The only thing he was sure of was that it belonged to–

“Ryker?”

The human looked hysterical as he looked up at him from the floor. He was flat on his stomach, crying into the pillow he usually used as support for his back when he sat at the computer. His entire face was blotchy and red, a clear indication that he’d been crying for a while, and he buried his face back into the fabric after a few moments of staring.

“What’s going on?” Carlos gently pried as he sat down on the carpet beside him. He reached out a hand to comfortingly rub his back and tilted his head so they were looking at each other when he finally showed his face again. “You’ve done some strange things over the years but this is… concerning.”

“You say that like it even cracks the top ten,” Ryker mumbled, closely followed by a stifled sob that caused Carlos to wince. “I’ve been up all night trying to work on this fucking project but it won’t come together in the way that I want it to. I just want to sleep but my brain is so hyperfixated on it that I can’t.”

The human held his arms over his head, eyes squeezing shut as he tearily groaned into his pillow. “My head hurts so much.”

“Because you’re tired?” Carlos clarified. He got a small nod in return. “Well… you know, when you were a child I learnt that cradling you helped.”

He had to suppress a grin when Ryker peered up at him out of the corner of his eye. It looked as though he was trying his best to appear irritated at the implication of being treated like a child, but Carlos thought he could see the slight shift in demeanor that suggested it was an act.

“I’m a lot heavier than I used to be,” he mumbled, his cheeks slightly reddening as he said it. “‘n’ you’re only just starting to get your strength back. You sure holding me is even possible?”

Insecurity, Carlos realised. It was a feeling he knew all too well. One that plagued his every waking hour, reminding him of every flaw imaginable and how much he must be embarrassing his superiors by merely existing. He’d do anything to make sure the people around him never had to feel that way, especially around him.

“Roll over,” he gently instructed, to which the human reluctantly complied and pushed himself onto his back with his pillow still held tightly against his chest. Once he was there, Carlos draped an arm over his stomach and leaned forward, a small smile tugging at his lips. “If I could do it all those years ago, I’m more than capable of doing it now, no matter your size.”

He looked as though he wanted to protest, but Carlos had bundled him up into his arms with a surprising amount of ease before he was able to get the first word out. He positioned him in his lap with an arm wrapped around his shoulders for support before grinning rather smugly in a way that caused Ryker to roll his eyes.

Despite that, he pressed his face into the vampire’s chest with a deep sigh and allowed his eyes to fall shut.

“This makes me realise how much I crave being a kid again,” he mumbled after some silence, his voice muffled against the fabric of Carlos’ shirt. “It’s fucking embarrassing how often I think about it but I just wish I could go back and… and experience a childhood where my parents are just- kinder people, you know?”

Carlos nodded, resting the side of his face against Ryker’s head as he held him close and listened in complete silence.

“So much time is spent teaching kids about school or cyber bullying, which I think is great, but- but nobody gives a shit when it happens in the home.” Even if he couldn’t see his face, Carlos could hear the stifled weeping and feel the tears that stained the fabric. He tightened his grip even more until the man’s face was practically squished against his chest, and in turn Ryker pushed himself just that bit closer. “I think my body is punishing me for pulling an all-nighter.”

The corners of Carlos’ lips twitched upwards. “I overheard Adam telling you that would happen before I fell asleep last night.”

“I can’t help it.” The human sniffled. “I wish you could understand what it’s like living in my head.”

“Tell me?” Carlos quietly prompted. He felt Ryker lifting his head up to look at him, but as soon as he tried to make eye contact the human laid his head down on his chest once more as though he were trying to avoid it. Perhaps he was.

“It can be really distressing,” he tearily admitted. “Embarrassing, too, ‘cause everything that I find hard, the people around me find easy. Adam can tease me for staying up too late again ‘n’ he can give me his ‘I told you’ face all he likes, but the fact is that I have very little control over it.”

After a small pause, he practically jumped to continue before Carlos could stop him. “To obsess or hyperfocus on something for me is- is letting it consume me. I can’t eat ‘n’ I can’t sleep. Hell, I can barely pull myself out of it for long enough to use the bathroom. Even when I’m not working on the project, it’s all I’m thinking about.”

“It makes me feel so fucking alone when even the people I’m closest to can’t understand that. It’s not like I want to feel like this.” He let out a small laugh in between sniffles. “I need you to know that crying on the floor while hugging a pillow is not usually something that happens when I’m sleep deprived. I’m sorry.”

Carlos shrugged. It wasn’t like either of them had anywhere to be that day. Quite frankly, he was more than happy to sit there for the day with Ryker asleep in his lap. It reminded him of some of the few pleasant memories he had with his former masters. Well… in their home, at least. None of the memories involved them.

But one thing they did have in common was that they all involved Ryker. Every last one.

“It sounds like you’ve been holding all this in for a while,” Carlos commented quietly, after the human had finally relaxed enough to completely slump into his hold. His heart ached at the mere thought of being the cause of any bad feelings. “I’m sorry if… if I contributed to those feelings of being alone. I never want you to feel like that.”

Much to his relief, Ryker gave him a tired smile. “I know. ‘n’ I know that Adam doesn’t mean it either. It just… doesn’t change how it makes me feel.”

That he could understand. “Of course not.”

It came as no surprise to see Ryker fall asleep within minutes of everything going silent. His entire body was limp, legs hung over his own and his eyebrows unfurrowing. Despite the tear streaks along his face and the messy hair from where he’d been gripping at it, he looked peaceful.

Carlos didn’t dare move again after that.

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Chapter Sixteen (Part 2)

As final term goes on I seem to have a lot less time to socialise than I used to, spending late evenings in the computer room polishing off my digital art piece, or down in the life drawing studio compiling my best drawings from the year, or in the library composing my critical cultures essay, hours spent pouring over books to cite, researching and learning all about my chosen topic, which is the fashion and textile of Asian tribes.

For most of this time I am alone, but for the times I amn’t, it’s because I’m with Dean. Whenever he has time off work he’ll join me in the lab or the studio or the library and we’ll sit there together silently working through the evening, ankles intertwined beneath the desks as we pore over books about contemporary ceramics, ancient civilisations, Iranian cinema, pop art and the frescoes of Pompeii. The clocks change in late March, and even as April comes and the sky is bright until late into the evening, we stay until the sun goes down and the light fades from the room and all that’s left is the fluorescence from the lamp on the table between us to light the pages of our books.

“Do you ever get sick of this?” He asks me quietly one evening as I organise my bibliography on my laptop. I lift my head to look at him, hand fisted on his cheek as he stabs his own keyboard with one finger. “Sometimes.” I say. “But I think my essay is finally coming together.”

He huffs. “It’s so stupid that we have to do this writing shite, this is supposed to be a fine arts degree.”

“Yeah I get that but it’s also an academic degree. There has to be some sort of essay portion, I don’t think you’ll ever get away without having to do it.”

“I’m terrible at writing.” He frowns. “And I’m so sick of reading these stupid books about fucking pottery, the words they use are such bullshit, it’s like these writers are having a contest to see who can make their book the hardest to understand.”

Dean’s education, as I’ve learned, is a touchy subject for him. He left school when he was fifteen because he had either some difficulties learning or a lack of interest. It isn’t clear to me which, but either way he struggles now because of it. I tried to ask him about it before but I only ended up irritating him and he shut down, so I’m careful before broaching it again. “If you need help with anything just let me know.” I say.

“I don’t.” He goes back to typing something aggressively onto his laptop for several minutes before he whacks the backspace key in frustration and sits there with the heels of his hands dug into his eye sockets. I clear my throat nervously. “Dean, like, I mean it if there’s anything I can do-”

“I don’t need help.” He repeats. “As in, I don’t need you to help me, do you not get it?”

“I get it.” I say quietly. I try to go back to my own citation list but I seem to have lost where I was, my focus having been thrown by him. I scroll back up to the beginning of the bibliography and start checking it again. After several more minutes, he sighs and drops his hands back to his lap, and while I don’t dare look over at him, from the corner of my eye I see him drop his head and shake it from side to side. “I’m so sick of this.” He says. “I’m so tired of spending all of my time in this building. I just go from college to work and back to college again over and over. Everything is shit.”

“I know it’s hard right now.” I attempt. “But soon it’ll be over and you’ll have so much more time to relax during the summer. At least then when you’ll only be working in Primo you’ll have every afternoon free.”

“Yeah.” He says flatly. I know that it’s more than just pure exhaustion with him, more than just college. It’s his family, his father’s death, his sister, his aunts, all of these things that I can’t even begin to relate to or even know how to comfort him about, things that feel so far out of the scope of my experience that they only serve to remind me of the worlds between he and I, a terrain between us that I can’t traverse. It makes me feel weak, small, ineffective and childish. “I don’t know how to make you feel better.” I tell him.

He sighs and beckons me towards him. “C’mere.” He says, and when I hesitate he repeats himself. “C’mere.” I get out of my seat and walk around the table to stand in front of him. He slides his hands around my waist and links them at my back, and then rests his cheek against my belly. For a moment I’m not sure what he wants me to do with him, but he hums with approval as I lift a hesitant hand and run it through his hair, the dark roots an inch long now and the bleach turning brassy yellow, beginning to grow long over the tops of his ears. It’s so silent in the empty library, nothing but the buzz of the lightbulbs and the gentle whirr of Dean’s laptop fan. He lifts his head and kisses my ribs, gazing up at me with honey coloured eyes that I am immediately knee deep in. Despite the sharp anglesthere really is something so lovely about his face. He takes me by the hips and pulls me easily down onto his lap.

“What?” I whisper. I stroke my thumbs over his dark brows and kiss him gently on his nose, and he looks back at me, eyes travelling over my body as he says “just let me kiss you.” He lifts my hands away from him, and the feeling of his fingers on my wrists makes my skin tingle with awareness. Heat flashes in his eyes and the weight of his gaze makes my breath catch in my throat, and when he kisses me he crushes his mouth against mine so suddenly that I want to gasp. He lets go of my wrists to hold my face and I’m free to touch him again, so I sink one hand into his thick hair while the other sweeps down his chest, then his hands grasp at my waist and pull me even closer to him.

“Is this helping?” I murmur as he begins kissing my throat, and I’m sure that he can feel the flutter of my pulse against his lips.

“Mhm.” He says, and guides me backwards so that the table edge presses into the base of my spine. He lifts me off him so I’m sitting on it, impatiently shoving his laptop and his books out of the way to make some room. I pull back to look at him, enjoying the way that his gaze sweeps over me before he takes me by the jaw and kisses the side of my mouth, his hands travelling to my chest, breath shuddering out of his nose as he captures my mouth again. “The things I want to do to you…” He says between hungry kisses. “If I told you about them they’d make you blush.” He moves his hands underneath me so he can hold me to him, right in the place that he wants me, his knee sliding between my legs until I can feel his thigh…

“Wait.” I whisper.

His voice sounds hoarse and strained. “Evie… please.”

“We can’t be doing this here. Not in the library.”

He sighs against my collarbone and I feel him resign then, resting his forehead in the curve of my neck. His hands return to my waist. “Okay, it’s just, I think we should keep going.”

“And I think we need to stop.”

He sighs heavily and slumps back into his chair, his mouth a little swollen from kissing me, his amber coloured eyes expectantly fixed on my face as if waiting for an explanation, and I don’t really know what to say, so I just repeat myself. “Not in the library.”

“If not in the library then where? This is where we always are lately.”

“It’s not true, we go to the park together, we’ve gone to the cinema and to the harbour that time.”

“If we did what I wanted us to do in any of those places then we’d be arrested.”

I feel my cheeks flushed with heat. “Oh, well, I know, but-”

“And I’m not allowed in your apartment either, you’ve made that clear, since you’re hiding me from your housemate, and you won’t come home to my house either.-”

“You live in Kilbarrack.” I reason. “It’s too far away.” He also lives with three very intimidating sounding men with intimidating nicknames, one in particular that they ominously call Bones who I don’t feel ready to be in the presence of.

“So what do you want from me?” He insists, struggling to keep the impatience from his tone. The impatience that’s been steadily growing over recent weeks. “What is this to you?”

I hesitate. “We’re just getting to know each other.”

“We’re not really, not in the ways I want to get to know you. I just don’t get it. You’re so open with me about everything, your art, your family, your friend Kelly from school who was mean to you, why is it so easy for you to show me all those parts of you but when it comes to sex you’re a closed book?”

“Because that’s private. I’m the kind of person who likes to wait a while.”

He leans forward with his elbows on his knees and looks right up into my face from beneath me. “It’s been a while.” He tells me. “And I don’t get it.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Why does it have to be all about that for you? Can’t we just keep doing what we’re doing?”

“No.” He says. “Because you aren’t my girlfriend.”

“So unless I’m your girlfriend, it’s impossible for you to care about parts of me that aren’t the ones hidden by my underwear?”

“No, Evie.” He says, letting out this intense, frustrated little sound as he clenches his fist and throws his body back into the chair again. “Stop twisting everything and acting like the victim, I’m just asking you why you’re so closed. It’s not like you’re a virgin with no experience.”

I nod.

“So is it something about me? Is there something off-putting?”

“No!” I cry. “It’s not that, it’s nothing to do with you at all, I just get nervous.” Distantly, I hear my phone buzz from inside the pocket of my coat that’s draped over the chair behind me. I ignore it.

Dean continues. “So let’s have something to drink first, let’s just relax and I promise that I’ll be nice to you, I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“I know you’re not.” I say in a quiet voice, and he takes my hand, softening his expression as we interlace our fingers, his thumb gently stroking up and down the inner part of my wrist. “Look, Evie.” He says. “If you don’t want to, just say that, and it’ll be grand. I’m not here trying to force you to do anything. I was just asking the questions.”

“I want to.” I say, and the way he looks at me makes my stomach lurch with anticipation and unease all at once. “But not right now, not tonight, and not here.”

“Okay.” He says, watching me carefully.

“On Thursdays.” I swallow. “My housemate always stays over at her boyfriend’s house in Clonskeagh. I’ll be alone.”

“Thursday.”

“But if I chicken out and I don’t want to do it…”

“Obviously, Evie, then we don’t have to.”

“Okay.”

He smiles. “Look, I’m going to go home now, I’m tired of being in this building, I feel claustrophobic in it, and my neck hurts.” He stands up and I move out of his way as he snaps his laptop shut and begins gathering up all of his books to put them back onto their corresponding shelves. I stay leaning on the table and watch him as he does it. “It’s going to be fine.” I say, and he looks over his shoulder at me. “Your essay.” I clarify. “You’ll get it done.”

“Oh, that.” He says. “It’s just about the last thing on my mind.” Stuffing his laptop back into its case he says “My essay will be… whatever it ends up being, like. If I cared about it I’d probably be staying here longer. Here, are you gonna leave too? Do you want to walk to the bus together?”

“No, I think I’m going to stay another while and just finish up what I was doing.”

“Fair enough. I’ll see you tomorrow, so.” He takes me by the neck and plants a kiss on my cheek.

“Bye.” I say to him, and he waves over his shoulder as he exits through the swinging doors and is swallowed into the dark hallway.

Sighing, I resume my place in front of my laptop, jiggling my finger on the touchpad to wake it, and the screen flicks back to life and displays my bibliography in the exact disappointing state that I left it in. I start moving things around more, checking for spelling mistakes, and then I suddenly remember that I missed a message on my phone earlier, and eager for another chance to procrastinate I dive into my coat pocket for it. I feel my heart expand a little bit when I see a message from Jude.

Rate me?

Following the message is a mirror selfie of him in his Top Gun costume. He’s doing a very Tom-Cruise-accurate pose, turned to the side with his shoulder to the mirror, his arm lifted to give a thumbs up to the camera, but also to show off the big red white and blue TOMCAT patch that he ironed onto the sleeve. We’ve talked extensively about this costume over recent weeks, trying to figure out the best ways to make it as authentic as possible, not because there’s a prize for the best costume or anything, but because, as Jude explains to me, he has an insatiable need to be the best at everything he does.

“It’s a sickness.” He told me last week. “I absolutely cannot be outdone.”

I grin at the photo, feeling proud, and partly responsible for how well it turned out, seeing as I was the one who searched Ebay for three out of the six patches on that costume, getting a kick out of finding the ones most like those from the film and for the best prices.

Just to tease him, I text back:

6 out of 10. Where are the aviator shades??

He replies just a moment later with another photograph, this time of him wearing them, doing a silly duck face. It looks like he’s out already, as there’s a handful of people around him out on the city streets, random arms and legs and elbows filling up the edges of the screen.

Happy?

Yep, now that’s a 10 out of 10.

Because it covers more of my face, is it?

Yes 100%, uggo.

And when he texts back again I forget all about my essay. Thumbs zooming over my phone keyboard, mouth quirked up in a smile as I think of a hundred clever things to say to him, texting, laughing and texting until my laptop screen gives up waiting for me and fades back to black.

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Physics IV

Read the rest here: Physics

Warnings: none, Christmas and fluff

He doesn’t know why their school decided a computer science major needed to take Physics I and Physics II, but he was forever indebted to them for putting his schedule together just because it led him to her. And there wasn't anyone more special than her right now.

She had a story for nearly every ornament. Harry was extremely careful and gentle with her belongings. Each ornament was special, and Harry didn’t want to break anything. It didn’t go unnoticed. Harry was tall, so he was extremely helpful with the top half of the tree. When they were stringing the lights up, and their hands brushed as they passed the cord around the tree, she felt electricity pulse through where their fingers touched.

“I think this one’s m’favorite,” he smirked putting an ornament of her five-year-old handprint on the center of the tree.

She wrinkled her nose. “My mom’s insistent,” she shrugged.

“For good reason,” he said knowingly. “I like the sentimental, homemade ones.”

Biting her lip, she nodded, and they worked silently putting her ornaments on her tree. “M’not bothering you, am I?” Harry wondered suddenly.

“No!” She said quickly. Too quickly. Harry smirked at the tree avoiding her gaze. She cleared her throat. “N-no,” she whispered.

“I realize y’said you do a lot of things alone—didn’t know if that meant y’wanted t’be alone.”

She shook her head rapidly. “No, no,” she was grateful for the tree in the way. “This is...” she swallowed. “It’s really nice,” she promised.

Harry smiled at the tree. “Good.”

It was silent again for a while. Just the sound of soft Christmas melodies playing in the background. She had a candle lit that smelled like pine needles and gingerbread. It shouldn’t have worked but it smelled so much like Christmas it made his heart melt. She was right (of course she was) Christmas was so happy and it deserved to be longer than 25 days. Or maybe Harry had just never noticed how happy he was with the right girl.

She hummed quietly to the music and Harry tilted his head toward her as he placed the ornaments on branches to hear her. He wasn’t sure she knew she was doing it. He didn’t want to draw attention to it either because he didn’t want it to stop. She seemed like the kind of girl that would stop if she knew she was being observed.

“Do you need to get that?” She asked.

Harry’s phone had been buzzing on the couch seat for the better part of an hour while it charged. He glanced at it seeing yet another bunch of messages from his friends. He sighed, rolling his eyes. “They’re jus’ a bit dramatic,” he mumbled and put the phone to his ear.

“He’s alive!”

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. “M’studying.”

Harry could see the way her head snapped up at the sound of his lie. No one had ever lied about being with her before. Certainly no one had ever had a reason too—not that Harry did. Decorating a Christmas tree was probably not an ideal first date (not that she thought it was a date). She tried to disguise the sharp spin of her head to his voice as best she could but failed miserably. Harry winked at her with an impish smile that set her on fire. Her heart fluttered violently in her chest.

“Try again,” Louis said with a snort.

Harry shrugged. “M’not going out tonight.”

“But it’s Friday!” Niall chimed in.

“I’m busy—”

“Are y’seriously going t’fuck your tutor? That’s so cliché, Harry,” Louis rolled his eyes.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. “M’gonna hang up now.”

“Tell her we said hi!” Niall shouted.

He rolled his eyes putting his phone back on the charger before returning to the nearly completed tree. “They say hi,” he murmured.

“Hi.”

Harry snorted. It was back to her humming and the final touches of her tree. “Do you want t’do the star?”

“Erm... I’ve never really done a star while in college.”

“Really?” Harry was surprised.

She giggled. “Uh...m’just too short,” she shrugged again. “Never had anyone tall around that would be willing to help me.”

“Aw, kitten. S’like the best part of tree decorating.”

“It’s okay, you can do it, you have the ability,” she said knowingly. Obviously, tree decorating wasn’t supposed to be intimate, but it felt that way with her. Putting the star on the tree seemed like something only a couple should do together. But Harry wasn’t going to deny her a star on her tree. “Can you tilt it a little to the left?” She asked quietly. He nodded following her instructions. “Thank you,” she said happily.

Smiling, he went over to the light switch on the wall and flicked it off. The tree glowed and even with the Christmas music in the background it was silent in the apartment. It looked amazing. But the twinkling lights, the pretty star, and the smell of gingerbread and pine needles didn’t compare to the most gorgeous being in the room. “Looks perfect, kitten,” he said softly. She was staring at the tree in awe and nodded without speaking for a moment. “D’you like it?” He asked.

She nodded. “Very much, thank you,” her voice was thick with gratitude and Harry thought that was silly. This was the easiest thing in the world, and it was so peaceful and nice.

“M’pleasure, least I could do,” he said putting his hands in his pocket. “I’ll get out of your hair—m’going t’be back before you have time t’get away from me,” he chuckled breathily.

“You’re not so bad to hang out with, Harry,” she whispered twisting her fingers together as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “You can stay if you want. I was going to make hot chocolate and watch a Christmas movie,” she shrugged one shoulder and Harry could feel his heart aching in his chest to be near the sweet girl for longer. This was too good to be true.

If Harry stayed, it would be a date. He knows it. He wondered if she knew it. His mind thought of Louis and his crass assumption (even if it was a joke). And not that he planned on doing that—especially not tonight—but he couldn’t help but think about how much he liked her already and he wanted to do everything with her. Again, starting with decorating seemed far more intimate than most first dates.

But studying, decorating, drinking hot chocolate, and watching Christmas movies seemed like the most perfect date that could exist. He doesn’t know why their school decided a computer science major needed to take Physics I and Physics II, but he was forever indebted to them for putting his schedule together just because it led him to her. And there wasn't anyone more special than her right now. He wanted to do more with her. Wanted to go for walks in the park and window shop in the city. He could imagine them going to a restaurant and dancing to live music. Trivia nights and having a party with their friends swirled through his brain and left him dizzy.

But he must have been too quiet because she was backtracking. “Erm...unless you have to get to your friends of course,” she said quickly. “It was nice of you to spend all this time with me and help with the star and everything...I’m sure you have better plans on a Friday than—”

“Oh hey, no love,” he chuckled and shook his head of the daydreams spinning in his mind. “No kitten, sorry. M’jus’ a little...” He smiled so brightly, he put the Christmas tree in the dark to shame. Her heart felt like it was about to take off out of her chest. “I think hot chocolate and a movie sounds much better than m’friends party right now.”

He wanted to tell her he was just a little warm and fuzzy and was thinking about asking her if there was mistletoe to hang up somewhere before they settled in for the night.

She looked at her feet, feeling the warmth in her cheeks burn her skin. Hot chocolate may not be a great idea at this rate. Nodding, she looked back at Harry. “I’ll...get that started, then,” she said moving for her kitchen. “You can pick the movie,” she said gesturing to the remote on the coffee table. He nodded and settled into the couch.

“Sure, kitten. Let me know if you need help.”

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How have both of your careers been going?

Hunter: [very red with his fist covering his face] I-I have a successful career.

Willow: [laughs] You’ve been Mr. Del’s apprentice for at least three years now!

Hunter: [blushes] Y-yeah! And I’ve made hundreds of thousands of palismen for tons of witches.

Willow: [winks] Your very first palisman was a real special one.

Hunter: [Smiles as a tiny blue jay lands on his shoulder] I remember that! Could never forget it. Del told me I was ready to carve my own palisman. He told me I’ve done enough healing to try.

Willow: [she says in a sing-songy knowingly voice] To which you took three weeks hyping yourself up for and stressing about what to carve.

Hunter: [smiles and turns to Willow] Well, I just wanted to make sure I carved something right for me and a proper predecessor to Flapjack.

Willow: [smiles and leans in towards Hunter] Well, I remember coming in and staying up with you for many late nights where you ranted on and on about possible palismen.

Hunter: [leans in more with a little sparkle in his eye] Well, I remember someone saying she “doesn’t mind one bit” and she was “super excited” to help me make a new best friend.

Willow: [leans in more with a sparkle that mirrored Hunter] Well, I remember someone saying he “just wanted it to be perfect” and asked for my help because I kinda “act like a model for the perfect life long pal.”

Hunter: [eyes dropped down to Willow’s lips but in a quick second he jumped back and laughed while scratching the back of his neck] Hahaha, yeah…

Willow: [fell back in her own seat with a confused face and closed her eyes. After 10 seconds, Willow’s eyes opened and she sighed] I haven’t gotten a chance to really start my career. Perks of deciding to continue your education, right? [Willow elbowed a visibly red and frozen Hunter] But hey, at least I get to continue Flyer Derby and winning against other teams!

Hunter: [shakes head and clears throat, sitting back in his seat as well] Wouldn’t you want to continue Flyer Derby? Like professionally? I know you cheer for the Flying Fiends team. Couldn’t you see yourself getting on that team?

Willow: [shrugs shoulders] It really depends on what the future holds. I mean, I wouldn’t want to give up Flyer Derby. But I also don’t know if I could make it to the big leagues.

Hunter: What?! You absolutely could!! You’re WILLOW PARK!! You’re Captain of the Emerald Entrails, you’ve almost single-handedly won back to back championships, and you’ve been voted Most Valuable Player no less that five times!!

Willow: …six, but who’s counting?

Hunter: Exactly!! What makes you think you wouldn’t make it to the big leagues??

Willow: “Make it to” wasn’t exactly right. More like “survive as” a big leaguer. I have a ton of talent, that part was true! [Willow flexes her arms, Hunter’s entire face went red in that moment] But I also am not super great at balancing my social personal life with the socialite stuff.

Hunter: [stares at her confused]

Willow: What’s wrong?

Hunter: [motions to the computer] What in King’s good green Earth do you mean?!?!???! What is THIS then?!???!!! ARE WE NOT SHARING OUR SOCIAL PERSONAL LIVES WITH STRANGERS IN THE HUMAN REALM?!?????!!!

Willow: [chuckles while covering her mouth. She clears her throat to stop the laughter] Well, this is different. But maybe I could look at this as a way to prepare for the big leagues!!

Hunter: [pushes his shoulders back, crossing his arms, and smiles proudly]

Willow: …Although!~~ [she smirks at Hunter]

Hunter: [deflates] Although?

Willow: [sits up and nods her head] Although, I guess I should start getting used to having to travel a lot and not have enough time to continue my research on rehabilitating palistorm trees if I’m gonna make the Big Leagues!~~

Hunter: [stands up quickly and speaks even faster with each syllable] I mean on second thought! All the work you’ve been doing for your thesis on how to rehabilitate the palistorm forest and finding ways to germinate more palistorm seedlings that can survive the current climate!!

Willow: [looks directly into the computer and gives a knowing smile with a little wink] I knew you couldn’t get rid of me that easily! You’d miss me too much!

Hunter: [laughs] Yeah, I really would.

Willow: [hand on his shoulder] Well, luckily for you, I have at least a year and a semester left to think about that part of my life!

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{Loa loa: Hope yinz have a happy new year and go into 2024 with joy!!!}

#huntlow #willow park #willow toh #hunter toh #A THOUSAND AND ONE APPRECIATION CRIES FOR THE ASKS #one day I’ll actually have time to write and expand on ideas without the need for asks

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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year

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Oh Love, Pull Me Closer | 2023 Rewrite - Chapter 1: Window to The Soul

THIS IS NOT A NEW FIC. Please read this post on AO3 for more information!

Notes: TL;DR from the link above ^ - I am making a return to my multi-chaptered Yandere!Toshinori Yagi/All Might fic in 2023. Before I begin posting new content, though, I am going to be rewriting and updating previously posted chapters. The story itself won’t be changing, but I will be editing every chapter. I will also be going back to make the reader insert gender and appearance neutral. I’ve learned a lot of important information about those topics since 2019, and I want to make the fic more accessible! If you’ve read this before, I urge you to read my rewrite of Chapter 1 and subsequent updated chapters when I release them.

CW: Yandere behavior (this story will be getting darker with each chapter), nonconsensual use of someone’s photos, self-hate, unhealthy behavior.

WC: 4.9k

It had been a long time since Toshinori had taken any time for himself. During his prime, personal time was a long-forgotten concept. He was slowing down, though. His muscle form was down to 1 hour, which was almost exclusively tied to teaching at U.A. When he had no duties, he often found himself aimlessly wandering the city.

Toshinori felt lonely during those times – yet he couldn’t bring himself to sit alone in his nearly empty and far lonelier apartment. He had never decorated it, hoping one day to live in a home; and to have a family. He was nearly invisible as Toshinori Yagi. People avoided looking at him, scared that whatever sickness he had would infect them. He avoided looking at them too. Still, his walks gave him time to think, or to avoid thinking, depending on how his day went.

Today was particularly bad. His scar was acting up more than usual, and his lesson plan had gone awry. ‘Stupid.’ He chided himself often, justifying it as self-discipline.

He tried to clear his head as he walked down the sidewalk in one of the quieter parts of the city, stopping to window shop at some of the local businesses. One business he looked at sold bright green plants, while another seemed to be showcasing art for sale. He had even seen a store for vintage items, which piqued his interest.

‘Not today.’ He reluctantly pulled himself away from the vintage shop, taking a few steps to the next one. He peeked in the window, surprised to see what appeared to be a coffee shop rather than a business. It had been a while since he had visited this part of the city, he supposed. He considered going in. He looked again, noticing it was mostly empty save for the barista and a young adult on their computer.

The stranger lifts their head up and stretches, shaking their head gently from side to side. He felt flustered. They were cute, so cute that it made his heart skip a beat. He continues to watch as they turn to the barista, their lips curling into a smile before opening to laugh. ‘Stop looking.’ He swallows, his throat feeling tight. He peels his eyes away and fishes his phone out of his pocket.

‘I’ll look up reviews first. If they’re bad, I won’t go in.’ It was an easy enough justification. Surely the cute stranger wouldn’t even talk to him, let alone look at him if he went in. So, he’d find an excuse to leave, to go to the usual corporate coffee shop on his way home.

He looked up at the building in search of a name. A colorful and well-worn sign hung above him, reading “A Coffee or Two”. He typed the name into his phone and hit search, his phone screen quickly filling with positive reviews. There were even several glowing reviews focusing on their tea selection. Oh, he could never refuse a good cup of tea.

‘I’ll just stop in. I won’t sit.’

He resigned himself to his fate, walking a few more steps to open the door to the shop. The door jingles quietly as he opens it. The inside was like the sign – colorful and rustic. Some sort of gentle piano song was playing over the speakers. Plants and various knickknacks decorated the shelves, and a large record player in the corner catches his eye. It reminds him of the one that his family had owned. The warm and familiar atmosphere of the shop helped ease his nerves.

A loud and cheerful voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Hi there! Is this your first time?” He looks up, the barista looking hopefully at him. He nods, and they beckon for him to come over. He swallows, taking a quick glance at the stranger sitting at the table again, noticing they have headphones in. They must not have noticed him enter, which made him relieved yet slightly disappointed despite his gloomy outlook. Yagi takes a few steps over, noticing that the entire wall behind the counter was chalk, filled with various things to order written across it. It was a little overwhelming.

“I know we’ve got a lot to choose from,” the barista says, pointing at the sign. “But I can help you pick if you’d like.”

He nods at them, eyes averted. He notices they had tried to make eye contact before he shied away. ‘Probably just customer service.’

“Are you a coffee or tea drinker?” The barista asks.

“Tea.” Yagi replies, clearing his throat. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since he had left U.A. that day.

“Ah, a tea fan! You can find those to the left of our menu,” the barista pauses for a moment, waiting for him to look up. “We also have a special ‘Hero of the Week’ tea. This week, we’re celebrating Kamui Woods!”

He considers a moment before replying. Removing the burden of decision would feel nice. “I’ll take that one.”

“Great!” The barista replies. “I’ll get that for you right away. Just take a seat anywhere and I’ll bring it to you.”

“The uh – what will be the cost today?” His voice was still a little strained. The coffee shop he normally went to wasn’t nearly as friendly as this one - it was in and out, as the store was often so busy that baristas barely had time to shout out customer names before they had to resume making the next order.

“I’ll tell you what, it’ll be on the house today,” the barista says, grinning. “You’re our first customer to try the Kamui Woods tea blend rather than the coffee.”

‘Well. Maybe I’ll just sit for a minute.’

Yagi felt strange about the barista’s kindness. Did he really deserve it? He nods his head at the barista before sitting down at a table close to the stranger. He didn’t want to be the creepy old guy that sat next to the only other person in the coffee shop.

But...

He couldn’t help but position himself in a way that he could see the stranger, their face still buried in the laptop that was in front of them. He lets his stare linger for too long, watching as their eyes flick across the computer’s screen. He feels stupid for being so drawn to them. He didn’t know a single thing about them. He scarcely indulged himself in these thoughts – the thought that he might make a friend as Toshinori instead of All Might, and the thought that he might find a relationship.

“Here’s your tea!”

Toshinori jumps at the barista’s voice, his thoughts interrupted.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the barista says, shooting him an apologetic smile. “Please enjoy!”

He smiles back, small but sincere. He brings the cup to his nose, inhaling the earthy scent. He wondered what the stranger smelled like, immediately grimacing to himself.

‘That... it's too creepy. But... Maybe a floral scent? N-no, don’t think about that.’

Toshinori shook his head, trying to clear the unwanted thought. He didn't mean for it to sound creepy, but there was no other way to describe how the thought made him feel.

His head snaps up when he hears an unfamiliar voice.

“Haruuu, I’m stuck.” He looks at the stranger, noticing that their headphones had been discarded. He catches the inflection in how they pronounce the name ‘Haru’, and wonders if they aren’t a native speaker.

“Hey. No whining when there are customers in here!” The barista scolds, giving them a pat on the head as they walk past.

They look over at him, a sheepish expression on their face.

He looks back, his cheeks heating up. ‘Shit.’

They stood up and walked over to his table (oh god are they actually coming over here), a sheepish smile on their face.

“I am so sorry you had to hear that,” they say, putting their hand behind their head. “I’m just uh… a little stressed. Usually, at this time of the day, it’s just me and Haru.”

‘Their voice is so cute.’

“It’s no problem.” His voice cracks. ‘Calm down. They're just being nice.’ He pauses for a moment. His urge to solve problems - to help others out with anything they needed - was something that he always carried with him. This shouldn’t be any different, he figures. Just a quick talk. “What’s wrong?”

They seem to perk up a little at his comment. Toshinori feels pleased. “I’m a grad student. I’m working on my thesis, but I’ve got a bad case of writer’s block.”

His heart was racing. Should he continue? Would they want to keep talking to him?

“That sounds interesting. If you don’t mind me asking… what’s it about?” He asks, genuinely curious - still, he can’t believe that he’s having an actual conversation with them.

They smile at his question, and Toshinori feels warmth blooming in his chest.

“Well, if you really want, I can tell you about it,” they say. Their eyes looked kind, he thought. “But I don’t want to bore you to death.”

“Oh, you won’t!” He replies, a little too fast. Their smile doesn’t falter, though.

“Um, if this isn’t too weird, you could come join me at my table?” They motion toward their laptop. He should say no, or he should suddenly come up with a reason to leave — but he doesn’t. Instead, he nods at them.

Toshinori follows them back to their table, tea clutched nervously between his large hands. His heart is beating so loud in his chest that he’s worried they’ll be able to hear it.

‘They're just being nice. A beautiful person like them doesn’t want you.’

Toshinori takes a seat across from them, not wanting to push their boundaries. No one usually wanted to be close to him like this anyways, his bony limbs and dark eyes often scaring people off. He watches curiously as they reach down and pull a large backpack up onto the table, shoving their pair of headphones inside before setting it back on the ground. He felt excited, the potential of this stranger overwhelming him. What would they talk about? Did they like American movies? What was their name?

‘You won’t see them again. Don’t get attached.’

“Okay,” they start, clapping their hands together. “So, um, how much do you follow heroes in the media?”

‘I wonder if they're a fan.’

He chews on the inside of his lip. He could say so much - he wants to say so much. But since they were strangers to each other, he reminds himself to hold back. “Hm, some. It’s important to stay informed.”

“Oh, perfect! I’m actually writing my thesis over the media and how they portray heroes.” Toshinori watches how animated they are as they speak, trying to draw himself away from looking at their lips - they looked soft. Inviting. ‘They would never kiss you. Look at yourself.’ He nods at them as they continue speaking, and watches with mirth as their smile grows wider. It had been a long time since a stranger had smiled at him like that.

“Well, actually, it’s a lot more than that. I’m going to be looking at a specific hero. Although he’s a bit secretive with his personal life, so it’s hard to get a feel on how the media has affected him through his career.” They peer down at their laptop, quickly typing something in. He swallows.

“Oh? Who’s that?” He watches as they look back up, eyes meeting his again.

“All Might!” They reply, their tone one of reverence.

Oh. Oh. He coughs, averting their gaze. ‘Oh my. They are a fan.’ He quickly forms a reply. “That’s true. He’s quite private.”

“Right? Well, I can’t say I blame him,” they look back up at Toshinori, eyebrows knitted in concern. He felt like he could burst with excitement. “He’s... incredible. I just wonder if the media ever gets under his skin.”

“Why All Might?” He asked. He didn’t want to hear about himself – not really. He was just curious about them.

“Well. There are a lot of reasons,” they reply, their expression suddenly sheepish. He wants to put his hand on their shoulder and tell them that it’s okay, that he could listen to them talk all day… ‘Stop thinking about that.’

“All Might… he’s been an inspiration to me for a long time. I love how passionate he is. He doesn’t make anyone feel like they’re not important.” They pause for a moment. “As someone that’s quirkless, it means the world.” They avert their gaze, almost certainly embarrassed about revealing their quirkless status to a stranger.

Toshinori felt like a liar for letting them talk about All Might like this. They were revealing such personal things to him - and yet, he wanted to hear more. Something about them captivated him.

“Even though it’s been a little hard, I don’t regret picking the topic,” they say, looking back down at their laptop. “I could never get enough of All Might.”

Toshinori coughs at their words, blood splattering out onto his hand. He felt mortified as he pulled a tissue out, trying to discreetly wipe the blood away.

“O-oh no! Are you okay?” They stand up and hurry over to his side of the table. “Do you need me to get you anything? Water? Haru!”

‘Dammit.’ They were so close - close enough that he could smell the gentle perfume they were wearing. He wanted to melt into the floor.

“N-no, it’s quite fine.” He groans, trying to keep the blood hidden. They don’t look convinced. They were probably disgusted, he thought - they were just being nice. Haru - ‘the barista’s name’ he reminds himself - hurries over with a handful of towels. Toshinori looks between the two of them and sighs, taking the towels.

“If you’re sure.” They reply, looking him up and down as if he was hiding another injury somewhere. He glances at their expression and sees no sign of disgust evident. Were they just hiding it? Haru returns to the back of the store, leaving the two of them alone again. He gets up to throw his mess away, shame coursing through his veins. He sits back down, unable to look at them.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He felt awful. Toshinori knew he shouldn’t have walked in the coffee shop in the first place - he was just a burden.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” they reply, gently. Silence passes between them for a moment before he wills himself to look up at them. Instead of the grimace he’d come to expect from strangers, they’re smiling. He notes that they smile quite often. ‘They must be like that for everyone’, he thinks.

‘You’re not special.’

He clears his throat. “About your project... It does sound interesting.” He hesitates before he gets the courage to speak again. “I think I would like to read it when you’re finished, if that’s okay.”

Their smile grows even wider - maybe he wasn’t a liar. Just a friendly stranger who wanted to help. ‘You’re lying to yourself.’

“Oh wow, really?” They practically shout, excitement obvious in their tone. “Thank you! I wish I had more to show you now, but I’ve got to do some more digging on All Might.” They wave their hands apologetically before continuing. “Lemme get your contact info so we can stay in touch.”

Toshinori wants to tell them something, anything - about All Might. About himself. But that was an impossibility.

He simply hums thoughtfully in response and nods. Before they can respond, a quiet jingle interrupts them.

They pull out their phone, and Toshinori’s throat tightens - there’s an All Might keychain dangling from the headphone jack. He feels frozen as he watches their eyes scan the screen before their fingers start tapping against it. He almost wants to run, his nerves eating away at the happiness he was feeling. He could imagine the revulsion they would feel, watching All Might transform into this. A skeletal old man who couldn’t go an hour without coughing up blood. Why was he still here? He regretted saying he wanted to read their paper. Maybe he should just leave, or give them false contact information.

He opens his mouth, preparing to make an excuse to leave before they interrupt him.

“Sorry about that, I actually have to run.” They say, shutting their laptop. He feels his heart drop. He wanted to leave first, to unburden the stranger of any pleasantries they feel like they have to perform out of politeness. They give him another smile, and he feels his resolve to leave fade away. He waves his hands, a signal it was no big deal. Maybe he could enjoy the feeling – if only for a moment.

They start talking again as they pack their backpack, and this time Toshinori notices the University emblem stitched onto the front - Golden Hero University. It was a popular school for exchange students, along with quirkless students. He turns his attention back to them, trying to ignore the fact that their university was close to his residence. “I really enjoyed our conversation. Sorry I talked so much! I just… well, I don’t have many friends here yet, minus Haru.”

“It’s fine. I enjoyed it as well.” Toshinori replies. They were lonely too – in a different way from him, but still lonely. He knew how it felt all too well. He stands up to leave, his heart pounding. He would be bad for this stranger.

‘Leave. You only bring sadness.’

“Wait!” They squeak, quickly walking over to his side. They hold out a small, egg-white card to him. “Um, if you want to read the paper, you can find me on these sites. Well, when it’s done. It’ll be a while. Plus, I’m always in here.” They pause, realizing they’d been talking at a rapid pace. “Er. If you liked the tea.”

They laugh at their own rambling, and Toshinori’s chest was tight. Why did they have to be so charming? He takes the card, giving it a quick read. Their name was… interesting. It fits them well.

“Sure.” He replies, a smile tugging at his lips. They were so enthusiastic. But still. ‘It’s too dangerous.’ He wasn’t oblivious to the obsessive feelings that were already building up in his mind. For their sake, he needed to stay away.

A moment of silence passes between the two before they stick their hand out. “It was really nice to meet you,” they start, eyes suddenly going wide. “Oh! I never got your name.”

Shit.

He thinks for a moment, panicking – he had to use a fake name. There was no other way. Should he pick an American movie star? Something obscure? A student’s name? ‘Shit shit shit just think—’

Toshinori puts his hand in theirs as he thinks, but the euphoria of how pleasant their hand feels against his is almost too distracting. He wonders what their skin would feel like under his.

‘Disgusting. You’re shameful.’

“It’s… S-shima,” he blurts out, nearly stumbling on the fake name. He feels stupid – he had taken the name of his favorite cider, unable to think of anything else. They shake his hand, their grip strong. The combination of their strong grip and the way that his hand dwarfed theirs sent his mind racing with unsavory thoughts. It was almost too much to bear, and then—

“Well, it was great to meet you, Shima!” They release his hand, and he lets out an internal breath of relief. Still, Toshinori wishes he could have held on for just a second longer.

They sling their backpack over their shoulder and call out a goodbye to Haru before heading towards the door, turning around to wave goodbye. “I hope I see you again!”

Toshinori wanted to see them again too, desperately. There was so much he wanted to know. He looks at the business card in his hand and carefully folds it before putting it in his pocket.

Maybe this time - even if it was just one more time - he could indulge himself.

It had been several hours since Toshinori had arrived home. He had sat in front of his laptop, nervously folding and unfolding the business card they had given to him. He thought about throwing it away and forgetting it all, forgetting how their nose crinkled when they laughed and how soft their lips had looked—

'You should. Fool.’

He felt guilt, too. Guilt that he was looking at them with lecherous thoughts and thinking about such… intimate things with the first stranger to show him real kindness in a while. It was wrong.

‘How pathetic, getting this excited over a stranger.’

It just wasn’t about how they looked or the way they made him feel, though. Toshinori was intrigued by the way they spoke, and the genuine passion for their subject of study. The way they hadn’t looked at him in disgust. The way they hadn’t recoiled when they shook hands, his calloused and bony hand touching theirs. Maybe just once, he could look at the websites the card they gave to him provided... Just to find out more about them, nothing else.

Toshinori fishes the business card out of his pocket and unfolds it with shaky hands, turning the card over to look at their information. They had their full name printed across the top in an ornate font and a link to their website at the bottom of the card. He reaches to the side of his computer and puts on his reading glasses, having trouble making out the tiny font they had used.

Toshinori types in the name of the website and is greeted with a professional-looking website, their name printed in large font across the homepage. The website had splashes of color that correlated with GHU. He clicked around for a bit before he found the contact page. Their email was listed, as well as a Twitter link and an Instagram page. There was no harm in looking, right?

Toshinori clicked on the little blue bird first. Their name popped up, a cute cartoon rendering of themself as the profile picture. He saw that there were a lot of words – he didn’t have enough time to look through all of their posts now, despite how much he would like to. Twitter was a website he had used under All Might’s persona – though almost exclusively through a PR person. He knew how to read a page, though. He felt his heart in his throat when he read their first tweet.

“had a good day for the first time in a while. met a friendly stranger and talked his head off about my thesis!”

Was it… about him? He bit his lip and clicked back, his heart pounding in his chest. It was too much to look at right now. He navigated back to their website, deciding to look at their Instagram instead.

Well.

Their Instagram page was far more overwhelming than their Twitter.

Toshinori had never used Instagram before - the official All Might Instagram was run by someone at his agency. The layout was completely foreign to him, but it couldn’t be that hard to figure out. He tentatively clicks on the first photo, unsure of what would happen. He’s surprised as it opens to a bigger version of the photo, their image plastered across his whole computer screen.

It was a picture of them sitting on a bench, surrounded by flowers. He thought he recognized it as a local park near the area. Maybe their barista friend, Haru, had taken it. He thought their smile looked radiant in the photo. There were no words on the picture, just little icons. Sometimes Midoriya texted him those. He should learn to use them, maybe. He searches for a way to exit the photo, suddenly excited to look at more.

Toshinori clicks through their page, feeling himself smile as he saw each new photo. He saw several pictures they had taken of themself in various places around town. One photo with a cardboard cutout of All Might that they were hanging onto. His eyes widened when he saw the next picture – a photo of them on the beach wearing a swimsuit. He swallows, saliva thick in his throat. Should he…?

He clicks on it.

The bathing suit wasn’t anything that would be out of place on a public beach, but seeing this much of them… It was almost too much.

Toshinori feels himself grow red as he stares at the photo, looking at their body, every bit of it pleasing to the eye. What would that body feel like pressed against his? He feels himself grow even hotter, cock suddenly straining against his pants.

'Don’t do this.’

But maybe… Just once. Another indulgence, just for today. It would be quick.

Toshinori palms himself through his pants, glancing at the picture again. What if he came back to the coffee shop as All Might? He would charm them easily, sweep them off their feet. He was All Might, after all.

'You can’t abuse your power.’

He grits his teeth. It was true. But no, this was just a fantasy - it would stay in his head.

‘It’s okay if it’s just once.’

Toshinori thinks about how small their hand had been compared to his as he pulls his cock out of his pants, giving it a languid tug. He imagined it was them touching his cock. It was difficult for him to get hard in this form – he didn’t like to look at himself, let alone allow himself to feel pleasure. He felt too disgusting for it. But with them on his mind, maybe it would work.

Toshinori looks back at the photo, stroking himself slowly. They would go outside, and he would whisk them away, somewhere hidden. He’d feel their soft lips against his, their soft moans filling the air as he used his hands to explore their body. He’d remove their top and run his broad hands over their chest. He strokes his cock faster, imaging his lips on their nipples, sucking and licking. He thought about how loud they would moan, how they would sound calling out ‘All Might.’

He would press himself against their body, letting them feel how hard he was - they would no without a doubt how much he wanted them. How much All Might wanted them. Oh god, he wanted them. He thinks about what their lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, their mouth straining to fit the whole thing inside.

Toshinori groans as he increases his pace again. He looks at the picture, drawn to their lower body this time. He wanted to bury his head between their thighs, to work them over until their legs were shaking from pleasure - to feel their hands grip his hair and push his head into their center while they cried out his name.

Toshinori felt like he was close, his hand squeezing around his cock even harder, pumping desperately.

‘No one would want you like this.’

No, don’t think about that right now. He closes his eyes, hand still wrapped around his cock. He thinks about tasting them again, about sliding his thick fingers across their center.

‘Look at yourself now. Hideous.’

Please, not now. Just this once, he wanted release. His grip softens as he hopelessly pumps his cock, his member growing softer.

‘That’s right. You don’t deserve this.’

Toshinori releases himself, flaccid cock laying against his pants. He was right – this was a mistake. He couldn’t lie to them. He couldn’t just show up as All Might and abuse their trust just to get into their pants. Even if it was just a fantasy, he couldn’t do it.

It would be unjust, criminal - he would never do that to anyone.

Besides, no one would want to touch him in this form - sallow complexion, body all skin and bones. Messy hair and dark, unnerving eyes. Toshinori Yagi – not All Might.

‘Filth. That’s what you are.’

Toshinori slams his laptop shut, feeling disgusted with himself. He thinks of how horrified they would be if they knew what he really thought about them. He was filthy. Worthless. He tosses their business card into the trash, grunting in anger at himself. This would be better for them.

Toshinori gets up and walks over to his couch, sinking down into it with a groan. He wanted to melt into the couch and forget all about them and what he had done. He had ruined everything.

And yet…

Toshinori still couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. They had been so kind, and so caring to a stranger like himself. He thought they might be a little naïve, to give out so much information about themselves to a total stranger.

Toshinori bolts up, his mind processing his most recent thought.

What if he could protect them? Even as Toshinori, he could do that. They deserved to be protected - the world was so cruel, and it was the least he could do in return for his terrible thoughts.

‘Coward. You won’t go back.’

Toshinori balls his fists, tight. He wasn’t a coward. He was All Might, for fuck’s sake. He wouldn’t be a coward. His past self was afraid to reach out for fear of being broken, but no longer.

Toshinori couldn’t be their personal hero as All Might – he had a duty to protect all citizens. His time was limited as All Might.

Toshinori Yagi, however, could make time.

#my writing #fic rewrite #not sfw #my hero academia x reader #bnha.txt #yandere cw #toshinori yagi x reader #yandere toshinori yagi x reader #yandere my hero academia x reader #all might x reader #yandere all might x reader

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Misadventures - Part 3

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,688

A/N: i went for a portfolio review for an apprenticeship the other day, and got to watch a tattoo get done while I was there! I had this wrote first, but the part about forehead wrinkles is no joke! I wasn’t even doing anything and I was tired by the time I left! This took me so long to write and it is so short 😭

so what's left to do · what’s left to say · stop making friends, just us · I'll decompose with you

By the time 7 hours had passed, Quinn was satisfied with the progress they had made. All the outlining was done, and with the wrinkle between her brows now permanently etched there from the face she made when she focused, amongst all the other ways her body was protesting, despite them taking a break every hour or so, the color would have to wait for another day.

“Okay,” she wiped down the irritated skin as gently as she could, which unfortunately was far from gentle, “the saniderm needs to stay on for three days. Any fluid pooling underneath is normal, but if the seal breaks it needs to be removed. Instead of removing it like a bandaid,” she continued giving the memorized speech as she applied the clear film carefully, “stretch the film to break the adhesive so it doesn’t remove any of the ink. Everything else is carefully articulated on those papers, because anything I seem to tell people that goes beyond three days of aftercare, they seem to forget, so, it’s on the paper.”

She heard him chuckle as she finished pressing all the air out of the clear film. Quinn hadn’t noticed until then as he stood there with his head hung, letting her go about her business as she absentmindedly let her eyes wander along the curve of his neck, that he smelled so good. Something warm, woodsy, a hint of vanilla maybe, too.

The music had stopped long ago, which meant the disgruntled grumble her stomach let out, was heard by them both.

Discarding the gloves and all the other tainted supplies into the hazmat bin, Quinn sprayed down and wiped all the surfaces that could possibly be sanitized, before turning off the big light over her workstation.

She stretched, checking her phone before heading back to the closet to retrieve the sweater.

“Here, I should probably return this to its owner.”

“Thanks.” Now with clothes readjusted and redressed, the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth could have knocked the wind out of her.

Tommy followed her to the front of the shop, settling the last thing hanging over their heads for the day: money. Quinn counted the bills, nails clacking against the counter before tucking it away in the safe under the counter.

“So, technically, we could have started on color and shading today, but, that would have been a lot,” she tapped through her phone calendar, not wanting to boot the computer back up to go into the shop planner, “healing time, is about two to three weeks, but I think a little longer would be better,” Quinn looked up to see him nodding intently, “I think six to eight weeks would probably be best.”

“Can we go nine? I know I’m not going to be available at the tail end of that timeframe.”

“Hmm,” she scrolled further through the calendar and the haunting reminder of her sisters upcoming marriage stared at her, nine weeks away, “I’ll have to push it out to ten. Or we can go seven.”

“Ten is good.” Tommy agreed, trying to focus and ignore the way her hips were pressed into the lower part of the counter in a familiar fashion, as they deliberated a date and time before coming to a decision they could agree upon.

“Listen,” she stretched, arms above her head, shirt lifting as she did so for just a moment, “do you want to go get food? Cooking for one person sucks, and I’m starving. My treat. I’ve just got to clean a few things up yet.”

Her eyes were wide with something akin to innocence, maybe just obliviousness, but Tommy wasn’t going to turn her down.

“Sure. I’ve different clothes in the car. I’ll change while you clean, yeah?”

***

They walked in silence for the last of the block as Quinn tried her best to stay two steps ahead of him, leading the way.

She couldn’t have been too much taller than Charlie, Tommy wagered, at 13 he was a little over 5 foot and she looked to be somewhere close to the same.

“December or January Capricorn?” She asked, slowing her pace as she pulled the lip balm for her bag, brushing it over her lips before tossing it back inside.

“What?”

She smiled, taking in the baffled expression he wore, one brow quirked as his eyes met hers.

Raindrops spattered on the concrete around them, enough to color the gray a bit darker but not so much to soak through their clothes.

She held on to her purse strap with both hands, nails drumming along the strap. “The way the major arcana of the tarot deck correlates with astrology, the card of The Devil is the one equivalent to Capricorn, and, I just saw it and figured…”

She trailed off, wondering if she should have kept her mouth shut as they continued to weave in and out through the crowd of people.

“December.”

“Hmm.”

Quinn scooted as close as comfortable to the person in front of them, barely making it under the awning of the carryout only restaurant. Smooshed in the midst of the moving crowd there wasn’t much of a way to be cold, even with the temperature dropping from the rain.

“Fuck,” Tommy sounded exasperated before he even had his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, which was when Quinn noticed it was ringing, “Sorry, I’ve to take this.”

He was already three steps away before she called after him, “Wait, what do you want!”

He shook his head, answering the phone before speaking, “Hold on John,” turning the mouthpiece away, and pausing in stride, “whatever’s good, yeah?”

When Tommy returned Quinn was perched in the center of the bench, tapping on her phone, carefully holding two cans between her legs.

“Lemon or orange?” She hadn’t looked up yet, strands of hair falling in her face as she finished answering an email.

Tommy could see where she had started to peel back the foil lid to the orange can, must have thought better of it, and decided to wait to give him a choice.

“Lemon.”

Quinn relinquished the can, dropping her phone rather unceremoniously back into her bag, “You just look like someone who would drink San Pelligrino.”

“I think that’s supposed to be an insult, innit?”

“I didn’t say that. Saying you look like someone who drinks La Croix would be an insult.” Quinn shrugged, a small shake of her head betrayed by a smile as she offered out two separate items wrapped in foil. “Chicken or Beef?”

“Either.”

“Suit yourself.”

***

“Where the fuck have you been?” Hannah called out as Quinn shut the fridge. She took the stairs one at a time down into the living room, the worst part about living in a split level apartment in her opinion. Her eyes struggled to focus on Hannah in the flashing light from the tv, the only thing that illuminated the living room, until she finally saw her sprawled out under the blanket on the couch.

Gesturing to the two towels she cracked open the bottle of water, taking a long drink before speaking, “I’ve been in the shower.”

“No shit, I could hear your vibrator all the way out here.” Hannah sat up, the small pony tail on top of her head bobbing about as she reached for the remote to mute the TV, “You just never usually get home this late.”

Quinn shifted with a shrug, leaning against the bannister, “Yeah I’ve got more time to kill now since I got that laser hair removal, so I have to do something while I’m in there.”

She took another long swig of the water, glancing up to the microwave to check the time, “It’s not even that late.”

“What, you fuck him in that blacked out Range Rover and find out it wasn’t all that great?”

“No.” She chewed her lip, realizing the answer was a tad too quick, despite being the truth. “We went to Mamoun’s and got food and then he dropped me back off at the studio.”

“Like a date? You usually go to Mamoun’s by yourself.” It had been one of the first places Quinn had ventured alone when she went to New York, not realizing until the second or third time she went that there was one closer than Greenwich Village.

“No, like two people who hadn’t ate all day just being normal people and getting food.” She sighed, rubbing her eye less than gently before retreating back up the steps, “I’m going to bed, wasn’t expecting the Spanish Inquisition when I got home.”

“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition, Quinn!”

Quinn closed the door to her room without another word, knowing she had set Hannah up for that without even realizing it.

After finding adequate pajamas in the form of an oversized shirt and underwear, she thought she would crawl in bed and immediately fall asleep, but a half hour later and she was still staring at the ceiling.

It always seemed like she met people twice in her life. A brief encounter, barely really knowing them, before she got to actually know them.

The Hannah she knew from at the MoMA and then at the shop, and now as her roommate, were almost three different people.

Dalton, her best friend from back home who she missed dearly, had first pushed her down on the playground before they became friends in high school.

She sighed, rolling to her stomach and stretching.

She had met Gerard at a party she never should have been at. As if that didn’t set the tone for the whole relationship. Wrong place, wrong time, she pondered.

As she tried to fall asleep she ran through her conversations with Tommy through the day. Clearly, as long as he didn’t bail, she would get to see him at least one more time, but would she ever see him after that?

It wasn’t that she didn’t have a returning client or two, but something about the easiness of being around him made her want to see him more than one more time.

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OK so I've never actually had a tumblr before today so I'm still very new to how it all works, I hope I don't miss something! Just going to be updating whats on my AO3 to here and if anyone has any questions I'll answer those!

SECURITY

Chapter 1

Your desk is a mess of papers, preparing a presentation for a client that you were meeting in 10 minutes, your eyes threatening to spin straight out of their sockets. Your job used to be simple before this project came up, you just had to worry about emails and excel sheets, but now you had to actually talk to clients. The area being a bit shady there were a lot of crummy clients who wanted more than just the project information and now you were tasked with dealing with them. Though, this was your first big project and you had tirelessly been working to make it perfect hoping it could be enough to get the promotion management has been dangling over your head the past two months. You needed that money to send back to your family, it would be life-changing for them if you could just send them a little more a month.

Wrapped up in thoughts of your family you didn’t notice your manager approaching you nervously, nor the second set of footsteps behind her. She cleared her throat for your attention which you gave, a frazzled look upon your face.

“Good afternoon yn. Are you ready for your presentation?” She said keeping her focus on you like she was worried about something; you took it as a fear that the project would fall through.

“Yes, I’ve been preparing for weeks so don’t worry if I can just get to the end of my presentation, I’m sure Mr Komaji will be hooked!” You smiled reassuringly at her and she cleared her throat again, more out of anxiety than the need for attention.

“Yes, well… I feel it’s only fair I make you aware of Mr Komaji’s… Track record. You see he can get rather, how do I put it? Handsy? Please just keep your distance and stay focused on the presentation, try not to get side-tracked with a conversation outside of what he needs to know for work. Plus you won’t be in there alone we’re sending a security officer in with you, just to be safe. This is-“ She quickly pauses and takes a breath as if scared to even say his name as you finally notice the man behind her. “Gyutaro Shabana.” She finishes shuddering like the sound of his name was disgusting to her senses. You felt as if she was unnecessarily rude.

Your eyes flickered to him as he stepped out from behind her, your position sat down making him seem so tall, you can’t believe you didn’t notice him before. You notice he had dyed his hair green and let it grow out revealing his black roots, was dyed hair even allowed here? You couldn’t remember, but you couldn’t help but think his hair and birthmarks on his face just made him so incredibly unique. Did you like unique before? Who knows, but you know it looks good on him.

“Nice to meet you, Mr Shabana, I’m looking forward to working with you! I’ll be in your hands today.” You flashed a bright smile. Your reaction made him look weirded out and he bristled at what you called him.

“Gyutaro, I don’t like being called Shabana.” He says looking away from you, hands in his uniform pockets. It seems like he took liberties with his uniform as well as his hair, the uniform you were accustomed to being much neater. He had disregarded the tie and fleece, popped open the top couple of buttons of his shirt and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, allowing you a view of the way the muscles of his arms rippled when he moved ever so slightly. You hadn’t thought his arms could be that ripped for such a skinny guy. Clearing your throat after your blatant staring, a light blush crept up your neck and down from your ears.

“OK, Gyutaro, I can do that. Will you be OK to go in… Crap! Now?” You exclaimed after checking your watch. You quickly gathered your materials and locked your computer, barely hearing his acknowledgement in the sound of an amused hum at your panic. You scurried to the meeting room, you had to pass through ten doors to get to the meeting room and for all except the very last door he had walked through, not holding the door open or waiting for you as you fumbled with your folders trying to keep pace with him. It irked you a little bit, but it wasn’t really his job to hold the doors open.

When you did reach the meeting room door, Gyutaro waited for you to catch up before walking in first, holding the door open for you. You thanked him with a smile, the much taller man looking away with what you hoped was a faint blush on his ears. Turning your attention to the balding man sitting at the conference table. He stands up and goes to shake your hand but Gyutaro steps in, putting a hand between you and Mr Komaji.

“Hands off.” He states as if a handshake was not normal business practice, but you couldn’t help but be thankful since you had caught him staring at your legs.

“I feel a bit offended you thought you would need a guard to sit in with us.” He declares, and you realise this is going to be a bigger pain than you thought. The man backed off and sat back down, patting the seat next to him. Gyutaro bristles and you realise just how tall he actually is while staring at his back, it seems like he was slouching on the way over but had straightened up before going into the room. Shaking your head you refocused on the man but sat on the other side of the table from him, away from the door.

“Sorry Mr Komaji, it’s policy.” It was in fact not policy, but you needed this project, so you couldn’t let him get offended.

Gyutaro moves to stand behind your seat, crossing his arms. While you are blissfully unaware of Gyutaro’s expression, Komaji can barely look in your direction, sheer intimidation making him hesitant.

Eventually, your presentation starts and Komaji slowly gets used to Gyutaro’s presence, he becomes bold once more, blatantly staring at any exposed flesh and your chest. You feel so naked under his gaze, but Gyutaro makes you feel ten times safer. Gyutaro has positioned himself barely a foot away from your chair, he’s so close you can hear his breathing go from calm to aggravated the bolder Komaji becomes. The more you thought about the safety that oozed from the man behind you, feeling at home in his ‘protection bubble’ the less you focused on the presentation. You stumble over yourself and Komaji decides it’s the perfect time to push boundaries, thinking you stumbled because you were too distracted by him.

“There, there my dear-“ As he reached across the table to grasp the back of your hand, his own is snatched away.

“Hands to yourself. I won’t say it again.” The man flinches at Gyutaro’s touch and after a moment of surprise, wrenches his hand from your guard’s grip. Not-so-subtly Komaji uses hand sanitiser as if he could catch something from Gyutaro. You tense and clench your fist in anger, how rude could this man be? You want to rip him a new one for disrespecting Gyutaro when he was just doing his job, but a snicker from Gyutaro stops you. You visibly relax and take a calming breath in. Hold, and then breathe out. Putting on your best customer service smile you continue your presentation.

After 5 minutes as you’re about to finish, the radio on Gyutaro’s belt goes off, beeping and screeching. You turn to look, and he meets your eye, holding it up for you to see.

“I’ll be right back. I’ll be right outside the door.” He declares pointedly staring at Komaji, who doesn’t even acknowledge him. He leaves an eye trained on the man all the way until the door closes behind him. It’s muffled but you can hear him talking to someone. You turn back to Komaji to continue but notice he’s now stood up, looking down at you in such a predatory way you freeze, feeling more prey than human. He was not as deterred by Gyutaro as you had hoped, as he approaches the door he begins to speak.

“Now that insect is gone, we can really get to business.” He attempts to purr out, and you hear the awful sound of the door lock clicking quietly. As he now approaches you, he starts complimenting your figure, saying awful, vile things. Your heart pounds and hot bile rises in your throat, contradicting the cold shiver that ripples and waves down your spine.

He stops not too far from you and as you are frozen, he takes a moment to drink you in, apparently not worried about Gyutaro on the other side of the door. You want to call out to him, but the fear has you turned to stone.

“Since I’ve locked the door, he’ll have to go to the security office on the other side of the building to get the keys. That’ll give us at least 5 minutes to conclude our business.” He growls on the approach again. The flinch from the impending sense of doom renders you able to move at last and your paralysed vocal cords return as you scream for Gyutaro. The volume makes the man pause as he watches the door.

“Shut up, you little bitch, you need my money, don’t you? Now be a good little whore and give yourself to me.” He snarls. It was only a few seconds, but your heart threatens to screech to a stop until you hear heavy footsteps pound towards the door. Gyutaro’s body slams against the door, it rattling the frame. The vibrations again draw the man’s attention away from you and you take the momentary distraction to quickly stand up and retreat to the back of the room, Komaji blocking your way to the door. The door handle rattles violently and there are a few good slams which you assume is Gyutaro’s shoulder.

Komaji looks slightly perturbed at the strength Gyutaro clearing has to be shaking even the doorway, but stalks towards you nonetheless confident he still has time. As he starts closing in, however, there is an enormous bang, and the sound of splintering wood greets your ears. Looking at the door you don’t even get the chance to see Gyutaro at the door before he’s in front of you, taking Komaji to the ground. Trying to take in the situation, you first focus on what the sound was and see the door almost in shreds, having been kicked in, an amazing show of strength. You look to the men on the ground and see Gyutaro holding the man’s arms up to his shoulder blades, one knee to the side of Komaji and the other pressing down just below Komaji’s arms.

“I’m sure a guy like you is so used to things going your way, aren’t you? How great for you man. Not that a could be envious of a creepy parasite like you. You clearly have enough money to think her silence can be bought, don’t you? Goood for you man. How unlucky for you that I’m here though.” Gyutaro snarls accentuating his point by pushing Komaji’s arms further up his back and you hear a quiet popping sound right before Komaji yells in pain.

It's weird for you to admit but it does something to you, seeing Gyutaro’s prowess despite looking unassuming. Your eyes are fixed on the flex of his biceps against the straining fabric of his shirt.

“Get off me you wretch! I swear I’ll report you for misconduct and assault! Both of you! And you-!” His eyes fix on you, and the pent-up stress makes your legs weak, sliding down the wall behind you “The project is off! I’ll make sure no one gives you anything again! That’ll keep you quiet won’t it bitch? Being unable to send money to your precious family! You stupid-!” Gyutaro is pushing upwards again, Komaji thrashing below him.

“Eyes on me, cretin. Don’t look at her, don’t speak to her, don’t think about her. I’m the one you should be worried about right now.” Gyutaro growls. If you didn’t feel so ridiculous that would have been hot, you may have even had to fan yourself. You snap out of your stupor and get up on shaky legs and put a hand on Gyutaro’s shoulder. His head whirls around but his expression softens when he sees your fear, it somewhat reminding him of Ume.

“Enough now please, I don’t want you to get fired.” You say gently.

Gyutaro thinks for a second, pondering your words and you feel like he’s looking through you, then he stands to his full height stepping back from Komaji, watching him squirm on the ground.

Gyutaro starts giggling to himself quietly, strangely endearing as it is, you are awfully confused.

“Gyutaro?”

“Ya say you’ll report us for misconduct, but your stupid pig brain clearly can’t comprehend the idea of CCTV. I may have t’pay for the door but then m’good. You really are disgraceful you know that? I’m gonna make sure you get shit for being a predator.” He cackles towards the end, and you understand his confidence, yes there’ll be trouble because of this but he is the one who was clearly planning to assault you. Again the man sees something you don’t. The way Gyutaro stares at Komaji after his laughing fit ends is truly fear-inspiring. He looks as if he’s measuring Komaji for a coffin and the balding man knows if he didn’t have a job to look out for, he would be beaten to within an inch of his life- if not worse.

There’s a moment of quiet staring at each other where you can sense the tension between them, Komaji looks terrified, and suddenly Gyutaro whips down and picks Komaji up by the scruff of his neck and marches him out of the building. You collapse into a chair when the disgusting man is gone and you don’t think you need to cry, you don’t want to. You’re just glad Gyutaro was there to save you and thinking of it again you remember the door and stand up to inspect it. There is a huge crater right next to the lock and there are pieces of wood all over the floor, you don’t understand how that is even possible, a solid wood door, these weren’t cheap.

You crouch down to start picking up bits of wood feeling bad for the cleaners, taking them into your hand, it’s nice to have an unnecessary task to take your mind off what could have just happened.

Gyutaro is coming back fiddling with his radio on his belt and re-attaching it when he spots you crouched on the floor, he is taken aback by the curve of your legs in your skirt but chides himself for faltering in his stride. You just had something awful happen he definitely isn’t gonna flirt with you after that, even if he did think he was ‘worthy’. He strolls over hands back in his pockets and crouches down with you just watching you.

“What’re ya doing?” He says looking at you like you are mad.

“… I’m picking up pieces of the door, so I don’t think about what just happened and start crying.” Gyutaro is surprised by your honesty and thinks for a second, he can already see the type of person you are.

“Don’t. People get paid to do this.” He grabs your wrist lightly and empties out what you have in your hand into his. He doesn’t look at you as he stands to throw the splinters away. He returns to you and waits for you to stand up, when you don’t he huffs and holds out his hand. You take it as softly as possible letting him help you stand up.

“Thank you so much. I… I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there. Truly thank you so much.” You stare at the floor because you can’t bear to look up at him with the dark blush staining your face, he really saved you.

“Whatever, my shithead co-worker locked himself out. Shouldn’t’ve gone to let him back in. Fuck – I wanna beat that scumbag.” He clenches his fists, the tension coming back to him.

“I’ll pay for the door; you broke it getting to me from a situation I could have stopped. I should have been firmer.” You say feeling at fault.

“Are you stupid?” He questions looking down his nose at you a small smirk on his face.

“What?” Your head shoots up in disbelief.

“I said, are you stupid? He woulda tried something whether you were firmer than a rock. Chicken shits like that don’t care how scary a woman is, to them they are still just women. And don’t jus’go assuming I need you to pay for the door, I’ve never done a half-assed job and m’not gonna start now.” He huffed.

“Oh… I see. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make it seem like I thought you couldn’t afford it. Are you sure it’s OK? I really don’t mind. Or if you won’t let me pay for the door, I insist you let me take you out for food.” You demand, stubbornly looking up at him through your lashes, blush painted over your cheeks. Gyutaro almost flinches at the sudden request and at seeing the blush on your face. Is it really possible an attractive woman would want to take him out? He mulls over his options, weighing the pros and cons.

“… OK fine, you can take me out for food tonight. I’ll meet you at the main doors after work.”

“Oh! OK, thank you Gyutaro! I finish at 5.” You call after him.

“I know.”

#gyutaro #gyutaro x reader #reader insert #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #gyutaro demon slayer #gyutaro kimetsu no yaiba #babys first post #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader

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skylarmoon71 · 4 months

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Savitar (Flash) : Fanfiction - Extra

You’ve been gone for a while.

Barry is used to getting your texts and emails about updates about your ‘mutual’ friend.

It’s been about two months since you and Savitar have been on the road. Barry isn’t worried per se. You know how to handle yourself. There’s also a contingency plan should Savitar try anything. Harry was adamant on using the very same nanobots in your body to protect you from speedsters. Safe to say they have taken every precaution.

That’s why he expects your usual email or text around this time. Everyone is just lounging around the cortex. Iris had stopped by to have lunch. Cisco was bickering with Harry as per usual. HR was off with Tracy as she built her empire. Caitlin was just watching her friends as she typed away on her computer.

When the familiar ding echoed, Barry smiled.

“Hey, (Y/N)’s email is here!”

They were flocked around the computer in seconds.

When he opened the email, the link to the video wasn’t what he was expecting. He scanned it, and the image of you smiling made him weary.

He clicked the video, anxiously anticipating what it was about.

“Hey Barry, and everyone else. I’m pretty sure you’re all flocked around the computer right now.”

“Damn, are we really that predictable?” Cisco mumbled. Harry just rolled his eyes.

“I know this might be sudden, but I’ve had a lot of time to think. I’ve decided that I’m going to go to Washington and help Savitar start over.”

To say the statement was a shock would have been an understatement. Iris caught the loose sparks that bounced off Barry’s hand for a second. Yet, he didn’t move.

“I’ve realized that I..I really care about him and I want to protect him with all I have. I know he can become better. I want to be there when he becomes someone he can smile at in the mirror. Savitar is kind, grumpy and really just scared. He’s terrified to end up alone. A fear that all of us have faced before.”

Iris takes Barry’s hand, giving a squeeze.

“I..I think I might actually be in love with him.”

You play with your hair bashfully.

“It’s crazy saying it out loud.”

You’re blushing on the screen, and Barry actually laughs, despite the clear sorrow that is displayed on his face.

“I wish I was brave enough to tell you all in person. I don’t want you all to worry about me. If you ever need me, just call. I’ll be there. Of course I’ll come back to visit. For now, my top priority is to protect Savitar. I hope you all understand. “

You wipe away your tears on the screen, still sporting a smile.

Your head turns, and they all catch the blush as you look over.

“S-Savitar! H-How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough. So you’re in love with me huh?”

“I-I said think.”

They haven’t seen him appear on the screen yet, but Barry is surprised at how light Savitar's tone sounds. He finally appears at your side, and he looks at the camera.

“I promise I’ll keep her safe.”

Barry isn’t the only one shocked at the statement, or the fondness and sincerity in his gaze. You’re still looking at Savitar like he’s the most precious jewel in the world and it’s at that moment that Barry understands.

Savitar turns back to you and the color of your cheeks seem to be getting brighter.

“W-Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I don’t know what you mean (Y/N).”

He tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear and you stammer.

“W-When did you become so smooth!” You protest.

The others are watching the interaction and laughing.

Savitar smirks.

“Y-You know exactly what you’re doing!”

Savitar is still smiling and when he pulls you in for a kiss, you squeak. Your hands fumbles and he smiles into the kiss. You pull back, clearly embarrassed.

“S-Savitar the camera is still rolling..”

You’re saying that, but when he leaves a kiss on your cheek and then your neck, you don’t exactly stop him. He glances at the screen, shutting it off and Barry and the others just stare.

“Well…it looks like her strategy is working.” Cisco says awkwardly.

He supposes in some ways, Savitar will always be a little devious.

#savitar #villains #change #love #feelings #new beginnings #care #humor #cisco ramon #barry x iris #caitlin snow #flash #family #speedsters #forgiveness

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Deadpool reacts to s/o who's into parkour.

Hello! This is a short one and it's a bit more sad than I intended but hopefully it's still good!

Warnings: sad wade, kissing, sexual content implied

Peter could take a beating, he and Wade had fought enough times to know that boy could handle himself just fine.

You, on the other hand, he wasn't so sure he felt as confident. Every time you managed to get a little bit closer to him the more he didn’t like you going out. He knew how this movie ended, but unfortunately every time he would try to run away, you’d catch him before he got to the other side of the apartment like some kind of puppy or wild badger.

He knew that you had the training. Being Daddy Warbucks' pride and joy, you even trained with Logan for a while. Not to mention Step Daddy Assassin too. You’d grown up in the mansion, all your life was devoted to being a bleeding heart combat specialist. You eat, breathed, and puked this shit.

Knowing something was different than feeling something though. Every time you’d come down to Sissy Margret’s he’d feel the need to watch your back more than just your fantastic Marvel-ous ass.

When you dropped down from the side of the building he felt that familiar feeling of his heart being ripped in half. Seeing you land on the balcony, move into a flip, and land on the target's car, put air back in his sad cancer lungs.

You raised your fist at him triumphantly

“Parkour!” The meme did nothing to lift his spirits. As Spidey wrapped up the bad guy, it was an overall big win for team red.

But like the savage mindreading gremlin, you were, you saw right through his facade.

“Wade. You didn’t even eat your second taco. What’s up?” Your eyes were wide with concern, and it did stuff to his raggedy heart.

“Just saving room to eat your Taco later Baby Girl.” He answered in what he thought his usual cocky tone was, the voices had a different opinion on the execution.

“Wade come on!” He was going to press another dirty joke but decided maybe he should just have the talk. Ew.

But he knew full well what it did to you, seeing him slink away or try to sneak out. Made you feel like you weren't good enough when nothing had ever been so untrue in the history of things.

He looked at you sitting across the couch probably thinking about throwing him off a building for being such a shithead. Maybe if it got bad enough your parents would finally put an end to things.

“I get sick when you come out with us.” He blurted out.

“What?”

“Yeah like I’ve puked in my mask a few times, I hate seeing you out there, like trust me I like the leather, and when you do the extra bendy stuff, but not the other stuff. Any of the other stuff.”

“Why not?” You saw the challenge spark in your eyes and for a moment he had hope that it would be enough to preserve yourself.

“The more time we spend together the more I think about you as a person and not just your glorious ass-”

“Wade I’m not Nessa.” You cut him off in more ways than one. “Or your mum.”

He sat there for a while trying to compute what you said. It wasn't fair being with someone who was always smart enough to be one step ahead of him. He sat there resisting the urge to grab his jacket and leave. In his head it would be going for a walk to clear his head, in your mind, it would be abandonment and Peter would side with you. Instead of making him say something, you just climbed up on his lap.

“This might be the worst pity lap dance ever” He whispered as you settled against his chest. His arms wrapped around you and he held you tightly not understanding how you knew he needed this.

“I love you.” He said softly.

“I know.” You leaned up and kissed him leading to more mind-blowing sex.

After that, you manage to stick a little closer to him while out in the field, it wasn’t possible all of the time, and he still puked in his mask a lot more than he did before you were in his life. But it meant a lot to him nonetheless.

And that kids is how having open communication can lead to excellent, savage, kinky sex and an overall sense of safety in a relationship.

#Deadpool #Wade Wilson #Wade Wilson imagine #Deadpool imagine #wade wilson x reader #Deadpool X reader

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danascullysjournal · 10 months

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If You Will Let Me

X-Files Post-Milagro Fic Chapter 21: Help

TW: references to demonic activity, mild references to injuries, hospital setting. Author’s Note: Eternal thanks to each of you who are following <3 This chapter is part of a larger work on AO3. As AO3 is currently down, this work and preceding chapters are all searchable under #If You Will Let Me

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The phone finally ceased its insistent ringing as the machine clicked, taking over.

It beeped angrily. The signal of a disconnected line, a wasted call. Anyone who was not privy to knowing about the safety precautions would take it as such, hang up and move on.

After two solid minutes, the beeping stopped. The silence was brief before a familiar voice began to speak.

“Guys, it’s me. I’m at Memorial Hospital. Please come, it’s important.”

There was a muffled, clattering shuffle as the receiver fumbled over the phone cradle, finally coming to rest with a plastic clack.

The recorder clicked itself off. Silence fell over the room, interrupted only by the whirring of computer fans.

Dim morning light dusted itself sparingly across shelving and computer towers. The message replayed as the men stood in anxious silence.

Byers eyed the other two men. His face was grim.

Langly scrunched his nose, skeptical. “You think someone put him up to it?”

Byers shook his head.

“Not Mulder,” Frohike was quiet, but resolved. “He wouldn’t do that. But he knows not to just ask us to come out like that.” He drummed his fingers on the desk in front of him.

Langly stood, adjusting his glasses. “He could be hurt, can’t come here himself. But why call us, why not Scully?”

The men were quiet for a moment, considering.

Frohike broke the silence. “It has to be bad.” He sighed. “Well. Let’s go bail his ass out.”

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Mulder’s clumsy hand made a few vain attempts before it figured out how to hang up the phone next to his hospital bed.

Abby helped to readjust his pillows and offered a supportive smile. “You got through?”

“Yeah. They’ll get it.”

He sighed. He was certain they would hear his message, but coming to visit during the day in a very public place? That was asking a lot from men whose lives depended on secrecy and anonymity. He could only hope.

The nurse stared at him for a long moment. “Well. If your friends come, I’ve already notified the nurses’ station on her floor. They’ll be expecting someone. But if anything goes wrong…”

“If anything goes wrong, I forced you. Threatened you. Whatever. Say what you need to say. Make sure it doesn’t ruin your future.” Mulder was used to being blamed. He could think of no reason to take the full fall that was nobler than protecting Scully. He would do it a hundred times over.

“Yeah.” Abby’s lips were twisted in a strange, nervous line. “And you’re sure… this thing, whatever it is, it’s not here. It won’t…” Her voice faded.

“Come for you?”

She nodded weakly.

“No. I can’t guarantee it’s not here… but it won’t come for you. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t… It doesn’t want anyone else.” He stared vacantly out the window at the clouded, deep indigo of early dawn. “Just us. He just wants us.”

Her lips were turned, brow furrowed. She cleared her throat and started for the door.

“I have to go, but I’ll be back before my shift ends. As often as I can.”

He offered a small, grateful smile.

She raised her eyebrows. “Of course, Beth will be coming in too, ya know.”

“Oh good, she’s my favorite.”

Abby rolled her eyes and grinned. As she left, her soft laugh danced through the doorway.

He blinked slowly, then moved his unfocused eyes toward the blanched, pockmarked ceiling tiles above him. Though his system was dutifully purging the chemicals from his veins, he still felt heavy. Drained. His focus wavered. His glassy eyes drifted closed.

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A knock at the open doorway snapped Mulder’s eyes open, and his gaze settled on a familiar, ragtag group of three mismatched men. One wore a well cut beard and a suit to match. The other two wore baseball caps and track suits, attempting to blend in. It had quite the opposite effect of what they intended. Mulder winced as he sat up in an attempt to greet them.

He was immediately under interrogation.

Langly blinked through his thick framed glasses. “What put you in the hospital this time? You do look like hell- what happened to your face? And you’re really pale- is it vampires again?”

Frohike stepped forward, his eyes squinted in faux clinical analysis. “Yeah, you look even worse than usual.”

Mulder began to grin, but stopped abruptly at the tight, painful pull of newly healing skin. “Thanks, Melvin. I missed you, too.”

Near the doorway, Byers pressed his lips together, holding in his amusement.

“You owe us, ya know.” Frohike huffed and crossed his arms. “Landline contact from a very public facility, plus demanding we come into said public facility.”

“Demanding? Hardly. Dramatic today, aren’t we?”

Frohike ignored him. “You put us at serious risk, my friend. Not to mention, we are putting some highly sensitive research on standby for you right now.”

Langly nodded, his long blonde hair nodding with him, and spoke in an enthusiastic whisper. “It’s true, Mulder, you would find it fascinating. I can’t go into specifics here- obviously - but it has to do with the Bermuda Triangle and advanced technology.” His eyes were wide with excitement.

Mulder shook his head, immediately regretting it from the way the room began spinning. “No... no. I’ve had enough of the Bermuda Triangle to last me a while. But I’m okay, mostly. I called you guys for Scully. Not me.”

“We wondered. Usually you call her. You calling us was a big red flag.” Frohike’s face grew more serious. “Is she okay?”

“Boy you don’t care about me at all, do you?”

Frohike shrugged. “Not as much as her. No.”

Mulder nodded. He understood perfectly. Scully meant more to him than anything on this cursed planet, yet here he was, tied down by IV tubing and kept from knowing anything about her.

“Fair. Well first of all, you need to know that they won’t tell me about her, won’t let me see her. Some of the people here think I did something to hurt her- and I didn’t.”

Frohike’s eyes narrowed. “Did you do something on accident?”

“No! Absolutely not.”

“Jeez man, just asking.”

The slumped shoulders and the angry, pained look in Mulder’s eyes were enough to silence any more sarcasm.

He rubbed a hand over his forehead, down to rest on the bridge of his nose, and heaved a deep sigh. “I have been trying so damn hard to keep her safe… and I can’t.” His confession whispered through his lips, and he felt himself break at the admission of his own impotence. Uttering it aloud somehow made all of his attempts to protect her seem pathetic. “I need you, and so does she.”

Langly adjusted his glasses and moved to the bedside, focused solely on helping the battered, frustrated man before him. “You know us, Mulder. Anything you need, we’ll do.”

Mulder nodded slowly, composing himself. There was too much at stake for his volatile emotions to win. Not now.

“This won’t make sense, and we don’t have time for me to explain. There are demons that want us both. Lots of them.” Mulder wondered at himself. He had lived it, and yet it sounded insane even to him. “It began with Scully, but somehow I’m part of it, too. They’ve… claimed us. I can’t think of a better way to explain it. Claimed her… and if we don’t figure out how to stop it…she’s…” He didn’t finish the thought. He couldn’t.

The Gunmen looked at each other, faces grim.

“Tell us how we can help.” The voice Byers used was quiet and calm, but he rocked his body back and forth behind the other two in an unconscious, nervous rhythm.

Mulder offered the best smile he could. It was miniscule.

“Thank you, guys.” He drew a breath. “Well, we need information, and I can’t help until I’m released from this stupid room.”

“No problem, finding information is our specialty.” Langly offered a genuine, reassuring smile.

“I know.” Mulder felt his spirits rise slightly. “I need you guys to find out everything you can about Phillip Padgett. He was an author, and was part of our case last week. He was somehow able to write things that came true. He’s responsible for the deaths of at least three people- and tried to kill Scully.”

Frohike sputtered, furious. “That bastard! You caught him, right?”

“He’s dead.”

“Oh. Well, that takes care of that.”

Mulder’s lips were drawn in a thin line. “It should. But I’m not sure. Scully definitely thinks he’s part of this, somehow.”

Langly squinted at Mulder quizzically through his black frames. “How can a dead guy be part of what’s happening to Scully? Do you think he faked his death?”

“Could be. But Scully performed the autopsy… and she was pretty, uh, familiar with his face.” Mulder felt his stomach clench at the memory of Scully sitting on Padgett’s bed, so close to him. “I need you to get all the details you can find, Langly. Anything about him. Where he was from, where his ability to write things could have come from… and if that body is still in the morgue. And we also need information on the area surrounding Laroy, Illinois. Any paranormal activity, missing person files… anything that can help us figure out what we’re dealing with.”

“Can do.”

“Now you guys,” Mulder directed his attention to Frohike and Byers. “I need you here. This is gonna sound insane, but… Well, when we are alone, the demons seem to have access to us. I don’t really understand it, but that’s how it seems to work. It’s like… something has us… marked.” He swallowed hard. “I’ve seen them almost take her. Me being there doesn’t help, I’m just more food for them. But last night, in her apartment, the police came for a disturbance call, and-”

Frohike interrupted. “Well, what were you two doing?” He waggled his eyebrows.

Mulder pointedly ignored him. “They were everywhere, and… in us. I know this doesn’t make sense, but when the men came through the door, everything stopped. The demons have the ability, almost like permission, to attack us. But when other people- other souls- are there, they can’t do what they want. Or can’t complete what they begin. So they leave.”

The concept of souls, of some eternal aspect of self, had always seemed odd to Mulder. Somewhat contrived and self important. It was a way for mankind to believe they had a larger supposed worth. Yet now, he found himself at a loss for any other explanation. It was terrifying. Yet the thought of an eternal piece of himself existing with Scully, somehow… he found himself desperate for that aspect to be real.

“I know you guys like to work together, but we really need you to split up and keep us from being alone. Otherwise… well, we might not be here for much longer.”

The men nodded, though their faces were reluctant. Being stuck in a hospital room with no special equipment and no defined ending time sounded torturous.

“You,” Mulder nodded to Byers. “I need you to be Scully’s protection. Make sure she isn’t alone. And let me know how she is, if you can.”

Frohike balked, his mouth agape. “What? How does he get that assignment?” He waved his hand at Byers dismissively, who stood awkward between them, attempting to avoid eye contact. “What makes Byers the guy for the job, when I-” He stopped himself short.

Mulder’s thin smile returned. “When you what, Melvin?”

“Phhh. Nothing.”

“Byers is the most normal looking, disarming guy in this room. No offense, but you and Langly stick out of any crowd. Even with your sexy tracksuits. We need Byers to be Scully’s brother… someone who could get medical information, who could stay with her. Someone the medical staff wouldn’t question. Besides,” Mulder’s smirk returned. “I’ve missed you, Melvin. I thought we could spend some quality time together. Maybe even cuddle.”

Frohike shook his head. “You’re an ass.”

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Golden light glimmered through the windowpanes, flashing off the metal railings and IV stand in a blinding glare. The walls, pillows, blankets, even the pale wooden doors were illuminated by morning light that shone unnaturally. Propped up with pillows in the glaringly white bed, Scully rested, half conscious. Auburn hair splayed tousled and tangled around her head, and waffled strips of sterile white gauze wrapped expertly around sections of her arms.

When she finally attempted to open her eyes, she was blinded by the glow that filled the space before her. Pieces of her body burned, but everything around her was feather light. Peaceful. It was a calm, silent space. She took a deep, contented breath, nuzzling her head further into her pillow, only to feel a sharp sting on the back of her scalp.

She groaned and reached behind her cranium, fingers settling on a bandage. On shaved skin. She startled. Why hadn’t she noticed before? She began frantically feeling the rest of her head for hair. Her fingers combed through strand after tangled strand, and her quickened pulse slowed.

She blinked, heaved a sigh, and looked down dully at the bandages on her forearms. She hadn’t noticed them the night before, either. From the glass on her floor, she realized. Turning her arms over before her, she wondered absently how many shards they had to extract from her epidermis, how many had pierced deeper, and how many new scars she would wear now, this side of heaven.

She let her eyelids drift closed, attempting to quell her dismal thoughts. It occurred to her that when one is so lacerated and abused, the scar tissue takes over and the softer, unmarred flesh is barely visible, but hidden and safe underneath.

Her heart felt that way now. She loathed it.

A knock at the doorway rattled her.

“Agent Dana Scully? You’re awake.”

A young police officer stepped a few feet into the room, squinting at the brilliant light. He attempted a polite smile.

“Yeah. I’m awake.” She looked him over, trying to place him. He stood tall and lean, with sandy brown hair, freckles, and a face yet to be worn down. He looked no older than 25, she guessed. Though she prided herself on remembering details, this face escaped her. Her stomach clenched.

“Have we met, Officer…?”

“Matt Harris.” He smiled again. “We haven’t actually met, no. I responded to a call about a disturbance at your residence. I asked the doctor to notify me when you were alert so I could ask you a few questions.”

“Oh.” She looked down at her bandages once more.

Officer Harris took another step into the room. “It’s okay, Dana. You’re safe here. We just want to know how this happened so we can keep it from happening again. I have a few questions, they won’t take long. Is it alright for me to ask you a few things? Do you feel well enough for that?”

Scully frowned, but caught and held his gaze. He seemed to be a real person, but her fingers found the “call nurse” button that lay next to her on the bed.

As if a nurse could do anything to a demon.

She was familiar with these interviews, and the very notion that some stranger could consider her a victim in that sense made her smolder. There was no word, no feeling she despised more. Besides, she couldn’t tell anyone the truth. Not the police officer. Certainly not the medical staff. At best, they would assume she was lying to protect someone. At worst, she would be held for psychiatric evaluation.

“I… I really don’t feel up to questions, Officer Harris. But thank you.” She offered a superficial smile.

Shifting in place, the young officer looked indecisively toward the door, then back to her. “Well… could you let me know, was anyone else in the apartment with you, Ms. Scully? Did you let anyone in, or did anyone force their way in, or…”

Her forced grin fell off her face. There was nothing she could offer him, truthfully, that would answer his questions. She sighed, weary.

“Listen. I appreciate this, I really do. But I’m fine. My partner, well, my friend was with me, but he wouldn’t hurt me. Ever. There wasn’t anyone else that I remember being there.”

The lie tasted bitter on her tongue. She supposed, though, that a spirit didn’t technically count as another person. Physically at least.

Officer Harris raised an eyebrow, then cleared his throat. “You said ‘that you remember.’ What do you mean?”

“At some point in the early morning… I became unconscious.” She knew how it sounded, and winced internally at the judgment she saw on his face. “I’m tired, officer. I really just want to rest.”

He frowned to himself, scratching a note on his notepad. “If you happen to remember anything else, please get in touch.” He walked to her bedside, placed a card on the table, and stared down at her. His eyes were serious. “But off record, Ms. Scully, I suggest you and your friend stop fraternizing if it ends like this.”

Her face was stone. “There is nothing else. Agent Mulder had nothing to do with what happened to me. And if I do have any more details, I won’t be calling you, because off record, Officer Harris, I have observed many well done victim interviews.” She glared up at him. “This wasn’t one of them.”

He blinked, turned abruptly and left.

The condescending tone in his voice had reminded her too much of Kersh. She slumped back into the hospital bed, furious, but too exhausted to do anything about it.

Almost against her will at first, she felt herself beginning to drift back to sleep, and chose not to fight it. The darkness wasn’t here. It wasn’t here.

But before she could fully succumb, another knock sounded loudly at her doorway. She jolted awake.

“Ms. Scully?” A nurse with a kind face and bright, cartooned kitten scrubs peeked in. “I’m sorry to disturb you, hun, but your brother is here to see you. I can send him away if you’d rather not have company.”

Scully blinked. Who had called Bill? And if Bill was here, her mother wouldn’t be too far behind. She groaned inwardly, but forced a small smile.

“Sure, yeah. He can come in, I’m awake.” She tried to sit up a bit, to look less battered. She was certain, with her bandages and her hollowed eyes, she looked not unlike Lazarus. Bill would be furious to see her like this.

A well dressed, bearded man stepped through the doorway. He offered an awkward grin, and an equally awkward wink.

“Hey, sis. I heard you’re feeling bad, and you could use some company.” Byers walked across the room to the chair by her bedside. “I came as soon as I could.”

“You two have a good chat, Ms. Scully,” the nurse called. “Press the button if you need anything at all.” Her footsteps retreated down the hospital hallway.

Byers leaned in, attempting to be quiet but reassuring. “Mulder sent me. He told us what happened. I’m your personal bodyguard, I think. For now anyway.”

Scully smiled. “Thanks.” She cleared her throat. “So, is he…” she trailed off, glancing down at her bandaged arms.

“Oh, he’s okay. He’s okay.” Byers’s face was sincere. “He just can’t come see you right now, but he’s just on the next floor down.”

“They hurt him again.” Scully’s tired eyes grew wet, in spite of herself. “It’s not going to stop.”

“No, it’s going to be okay. Really.” Byers cleared his throat and patted his hand on hers. It was painfully evident that he had little experience in comforting another human, but she appreciated the effort. “The guys are taking care of it. And Mulder. And I’m here taking care of you. We’re going to figure this out.”

She nodded. A tired grin graced her lips for a brief moment, then darted away. “Tell me how he is. Please.” She felt her desperation rising to the surface. “I just.. I want to see him. I need to see him.”

“Soon,” Byers promised. “But you should rest. Mulder’s okay. I’m sure he’ll be released soon. He seemed ready to leave his hospital bed immediately to come find you.”

She breathed a soft laugh. “Mm. Typical Mulder.”

“He’s safe. And so are you.”

She scoffed inwardly.

“You don’t have to stay, you know.” She carefully adjusted her head on the pillow. “I’m going to sleep. I’ll be fine.” She wondered at the last three words. How often she had lied them.

Byers leaned forward. His face was suddenly very serious. “I won’t leave. Mulder said you can’t be alone.”

She would have folded her arms, were it not for the IV tubing and painful sutures. She settled for a skeptical glare.

“I wasn’t alone. He was at my house and they… they came anyway.” The memory of Mulder’s face twisting, melting into the hollow, haunting visage of Padgett made her stomach suddenly sick. “He tried to stop it. He couldn’t.”

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“Mulder, you’re not gonna believe this.” Langly’s excited voice greeted the men from the doorway.

“I hope it’s good news.” Mulder tried to smile.

“Sure. Good news you aren’t on my missing persons list.”

Mulder and Frohike glanced at each other.

Papers rustled in Langly’s hands as he walked toward the bed.

“I dug into the small town in Illinois first, and a Philip Padgett was actually listed as a resident of the Laroy area in the last two censuses- and since he was listed as a minor there, I traced the family back. Before they moved, he lived in Springfield, Missouri. They moved when he was around seven, and his mother left soon after. Just disappeared. She’s one of sixty-eight people listed as missing from the Laroy area over the past thirty years. Not all from that town, but most are from the same county. They seem to be grouped into clusters, three here, five here. I’ve organized the disappearances chronologically and listed the dates for you.”

He placed the papers on Mulder’s lap.

“Anything specific about Padgett? We couldn’t find any criminal record. Or friends. Or family.”

Langly shook his head. “Nothing. All his rentals have been in his name alone. The only time spent away from Laroy was his time in college at Illinois State University. English and language arts major, minor in religious studies. No surviving family. His father died two years ago. Looks like he moved to DC shortly after that.”

Mulder chewed his lip in thought.

“I went ahead and printed all his former addresses. His last one was in your building. Crazy!”

Mulder grimaced. “I know. It wasn’t a coincidence, he planned it.” He continued to flip through the pages, slowly studying the new information. So many missing people. So many lost souls.

“You have been a busy bee haven’t you?” Frohike teased.

“Doing my best while you sit on your ass with Mulder all day.” Langly turned his attention back to his wounded friend. “I’ll have to check for the body when they finally bail you out. I can break into places, I can get you full family histories and social security numbers, but overriding morgue security and breaking in solo… even I can’t do that.”

Frohike put his hand over his heart. “Ah, it’s good to be needed, isn’t it, Mulder?”

Mulder did not respond. The color had drained from his face.

“Mulder?” Langly stepped closer. “What is it?”

Mulder’s eyes were trained on the page of Padgett’s former addresses. Washington, D.C. Normal, Illinois. Laroy.

“This address. 1650 Hainsville Road.” His voice was tight. “You sure he lived here?”

Langly nodded.

“That address… is the one that Scully tried to take us to. We ended up at a farmhouse. With demons.”

The Gunmen looked at each other. The afternoon sunlight was tainted by uncomfortable silence.

Frohike sucked a breath and spoke. “But… how would Scully know his old address?”

Mulder’s pupils were laser focused, burning a hole through the paper.

“I don’t think she did,” he said quietly. “I think… she said what he wanted her to say.” His mind was reeling, his stomach twisted.

“I don’t understand,” Langly said, regret evident in his voice.

“Have you ever wanted something so bad, you would do anything to get it?” As Mulder spoke, his words were chalk in his mouth. Eyes unfocused, brow heavy with sickened understanding. “What if… what if Padgett found a way to do just that? What if he made some supernatural attempt, some bargain to get who he wanted?”

“You meant what,” Frohike said.

Mulder shook his head, slow. Afraid. “Not what. Who. He wants Scully.”

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