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talesofesther · 7 months

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make it taste like love

Loki x Reader

Summary: You felt him before you even met him. And despite the pain he carried around, his soul was one of the most beautiful you'd ever seen.

A/N: A spur-of-the-moment idea that I simply couldn't ignore. I really hope you guys enjoy it, and yes I'm working on part two of my series with Loki as well. <3

Word count: 6k

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The battle had left its mark on everyone, both physically and mentally. All the lives that were lost wouldn't be brought back. But everyone took solace in the fact that Thanos and his army were no longer a threat. And now, it was a time for rebuilding.

Wakanda's grassland was a battlefield. Bodies of both friend and foe lay scattered on the ground. The mourning loomed heavy in the air, you could feel it weighing down on your chest, your throat, and lungs. It was suffocating, prickling into your skin like needles. Yet you still walked, your boots crushing the grass underneath while you avoided stepping on stretched arms and legs, you needed to make sure no one else remained left behind.

A few feet away, the mad titan who once threatened the entire universe lay lifeless on the ground, his head disconnected from his body. For him, you felt no pity.

King T'Challa was both happy and sad to see you and the others leave. Happy, because it meant the end of a war; sad, because of having to say farewell to dear friends. But you, Steve, Natasha, and Banner were needed back in town, back at the Avengers compound; to welcome Tony back on earth, and because Thanos' attack had reverberated in many other places. It seemed like the Avengers were back in the game.

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This morning was a gloomy one. Grey skies peeked behind your curtains in the early hours of the day, maybe it would rain soon. It's been two weeks since the battle, and you were glad to see that most people were recovering; each in their own way, but recovering nonetheless.

You were already up when the clock hit 7:30 AM, holding a warm cup of coffee between your hands, and staring out into the compound's driveway and past the treeline through the big windows of the kitchen. Today would be the day that Thor came back, he'd been helping with the settling of his people in New Asgard until now, but you've heard about him not wanting to be king anymore. You were happy for him, you never did think that a ruler's life suited him anyway—and you missed your friend.

"He gets one chance, Rogers. One chance and that's it." Tony's voice suddenly caught your attention as he stepped into the kitchen, you turned your back to the window so you could watch as your resident Iron Man poured himself a cup of coffee without looking at his mug. Steve was right beside him, his hands on his hips as he sighed quietly, already all too used to Tony's moods.

"Yes, one chance, he proved himself enough by helping us fight against Thanos, I suppose we owe him the benefit of the doubt," Steve agreed, still holding his voice calm.

With a smirk on your lips, you approached your teammates. "What's going on, guys?" You leaned on the kitchen island, taking a sip of your coffee.

Tony ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his expression less than pleased as he took a sip of his own coffee before saying; "point break is bringing his beloved brother to our home." He shrugged, and said in a quieter tone, "Says he changed or something."

"Loki will be staying with us?" You raised an eyebrow. The attack on New York happened before you joined the team, but you were familiar enough with it to be wary of Thor's brother, even if Thor did speak more nicely of him recently. Still, you had never actually met Loki to form your own opinion.

"That's… to be decided," Tony grumbled, shooting a glance toward Steve. "But yes, pretty much. And, by the way, Strange wasn't happy about having reindeer games back in the city either."

"Wow, you guys finally agree on something," you snickered.

Tony mouthed a 'don't' to you, before Steve said; "Strange knows we'll handle it if anything happens, but Thor vouches for him, so…"

You gave Steve a soft smile, and as much as you understood Tony's wariness, you agreed with the Captain. Loki didn't have the best of pasts with the City, but his help in the recent battle was one of many game-changers. He deserved a second chance.

Strangely enough, you found yourself excited to meet the God of Mischief. It was in your nature to analyze people, watch them from afar, and learn about the things they'd rather not say out loud. And someone like Loki, who had both once tried to take over your planet and now helped in saving it, was bound to raise some curiosity.

No more than an hour passed before you heard Thor's strong voice all the way from the living room. A small smile instantly came to your lips as you discarded your book, got up from the couch, and put on your slippers, rushing to the main doors to greet him.

Before you could turn the last corner, however, you came to an abrupt halt. Your breath got caught up in your throat and you had to lean back on the wall for support. Clutching the fabric of your shirt right above your heart, you were glad that this particular hallway was currently empty.

You could hear Thor's voice just around the corner, Tony was there too, but their words were faint and far away. Your vision was suddenly a little blurry, and underneath your palm you could feel your heart beating frantically.

See, this was nothing that hadn't happened before, after all, you are an empath. But a feeling this heavy rarely comes unannounced, unwanted. It briefly reminded you of when you first discovered your power, when you had no control and could pick up on pain, anger, joy, and pleasure that were not your own even if you didn't want to. Yet now, after years of living with it, you had learned to dose your perception of the feelings around you; now, when you weren't willingly focusing, other people's emotions felt more like a gentle whisper, a gush of chilly wind on your skin—something you were able to ignore if you wanted to.

But this overwhelming sadness; this emptiness, and loss, and pain; it came to you with such force that you were not able to block out. Seconds felt like hours, until the surprise of the new feeling passed and you took back control. Whispers of it remained, lurking in your stomach and in the back of your throat, but with a bit of extra focus, you were able to handle it.

And once your mind was finally clear again, it hit you. Who did you catch these feelings from?

You took a step around the corner cautiously, hands buried in your pockets as your eyes roamed your surroundings. There was no one around besides Tony, Thor, and Loki.

You knew it right away. You were familiar with the emotions radiating from Tony and Thor; but him, the raven-haired trickster, he was new, and if you didn't feel empathy for him before, you did now.

Loki held himself immaculately, a straight posture and a serene expression on his face. You had no idea how he did it, how he was able to hold all of those feelings in and still look so well put together; because one glance into his soul and you already felt like crying.

There was a light drizzle falling outside, maybe that's why Loki's black blazer seemed to be shining under the bright lights of the entrance hall. His eyes—bright and ocean-green—were settled on you; the realization got you feeling hyperaware of each movement you made. Even his gaze was heavy.

Thor's booming voice calling your name captured your attention then, he had a big smile on his face and before you knew it he already had your feet off the floor as he held you in a hug.

You laughed against his shoulder, hugging him back just as tight and telling him all about how much you missed him. Still, when you let go, your eyes found Loki's again, he hadn't stopped looking at you once.

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The opinions about Loki's presence in the compound were mixed, but most of your teammates seemed fine with it; truth be told, no one paid much attention to him. As you'd expected, Loki's room was on your floor, because that's where Thor stayed too; as well as Tony, Natasha, and Yelena.

It's been a few days since his arrival, yet you haven't had the opportunity to properly speak with him, alone. But you've been feeling him a lot. Whether it was you subconsciously focusing on him more, or something else, it seemed like your body was more in tune and connected with his than you've ever been with anyone else. You picked up on a few of his emotions even if you weren't actively trying to; you felt his bouts of uneasiness when someone would stare at him for too long, you felt his gentle serenity whenever he'd sit near the windows to read a book, you felt his sparks of joy when people greeted him with a good morning or asked if he'd want coffee; but most of all, you still felt that lingering sadness that followed him everywhere he went, a weight he seemed to be all too used to having around.

In some ways, you felt as if you were invading his privacy, and that bothered you. During the day you tried to keep your mind as busy as you could to keep yourself from feeling him; in the late hours of the night though, when you were trying to sleep, there wasn't much you could do.

You have been tossing and turning in bed for probably about two hours now, drifting in and out of sleep. The crescent moon just outside your window seemed to be taunting you, amused with your misfortune. You scoffed as you glared at the natural satellite—great, now you were arguing with the cosmos.

Loki was having a nightmare. You could tell by the rapid beating of his heart and the cold sweat running down his forehead—your abilities went way beyond simply feeling other people's emotions, but sometimes you wished they wouldn't. It's not the first time that you've felt Loki's restless sleep in the short time he's been here. Your heart ached for him; it got you wanting to alleviate his pain.

But you couldn't do that, so you got up from your bed, put on your fluffy slippers, and made a beeline for the kitchen. The air outside was chilly, biting at your warm skin and making you shiver. At this hour of the night, the compound was completely dark and quiet, a big contrast to how it was when the sun was up. You asked Friday to turn on one of the lights in the kitchen, giving the space a dim-lit look as the single light bled into the adjacent living room.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, humming the lyrics of the song stuck in your head as you reached for the upper cabinet to grab a mug so you could make yourself some tea. When you turned around again though, a gasp escaped your mouth and you nearly dropped the mug you were holding. You cursed quietly under your breath, placing a hand over your heart; if you weren't fully awake before, you sure were now. "You scared me," you muttered, trying a small smile.

The reason for your lack of sleep stood before you, with dark green slippers that matched his button-up pajama shirt, and his hair the messier you've ever seen it be. "Sorry, it was not my intention," Loki smirked back at you.

It hit you that this was finally the first time you were alone with him, and you'd been caught off guard. You tapped your mug, opening your lips but no words came out. Loki's eyes remained on you, unwavering, yet his gaze was so… soft, gentle even; his eyebrows weren't creased and he patiently waited for you with his hands in the pockets of his checkered pajama pants. He didn't look like the god you usually saw roaming the halls during the day.

"It's alright. I was just making tea," you said finally, gesturing to your mug, "would you like me to make one for you too?"

Loki's surprise at your offer was so great that you felt it in your bones. What was he expecting you to do?

His lips parted only slightly and he straightened his posture before saying; "I would- yes, I would like that."

You couldn't help the full smile that came to your lips and crinkled the side of your eyes, "great, sit down, it'll be ready in just a moment."

The warm mug between your hands warmed up your skin. It felt nice, sitting like this with Loki; in a quiet kitchen with only you and him, and just the lonely light to your left softly highlighting his features in front of you. It was a peaceful silence, and you couldn't help but check if he felt it too.

The rhythm of his heart was calm, his soul felt light and at ease; not completely, but the most you've ever felt from him.

"Why are you here?" His sultry voice snapped you back to reality.

"Uh- I'm sorry?" You frowned.

"Why are you here, if I may ask?" Loki tilted his head amusedly, his fingers tracing the brim of his mug. "Thor mentioned you had… abilities, but he never specified what they are."

Now it was your turn to be surprised by his curiosity for you. "Well, to put it simply, I'm an empath," you told him.

Loki blinked, once, twice, at your response. He looked at you for a moment before inquiring further; "and to put it completely?"

You smirked then, folding your arms over the table. "I can feel people's emotions, if I want to; their anger, happiness, hesitation, fear. But I can also feel their heartbeats, the blood cursing through their bodies. I can tell when they're lying or telling the truth, if they're tired or hurt. And sometimes, I can influence those emotions," you paused, hesitating for a beat, "bring fear, or… take away pain."

Loki grew tense after learning of what you could do. To be fair, most people did at first, you were used to it. Be he felt different, his heartbeat sped up and stayed that way. He'd put his guard up, and it brought a pang of hurt to your chest.

"Are you always feeling everything then?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Gods, no," you breathed, "at first I did, and it was awful. But with time, I learned to control it." You tried smiling at him, but his eyes were downcast, focused on his mug.

You bit your lower lip in nervousness. Looking past Loki and out the window, you could see the first signs of the sunrise peeking over the horizon, dark skies turning a soft lilac and blue; you'd been here longer than you realized.

When Loki glanced up at you again, his bright eyes still held sparks of that same softness from earlier. He pursed his lips in a smile; "thank you for the tea." And with that, he got up and left, leaving you in the company of the first birds who always sang in the mornings.

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You made Loki nervous. It wasn't a bad kind of nervous, it was the kind that sped up his heart and made his cold hands feel clammy.

Out of everyone in the compound, you were the kindest. You'd always shoot him a smile whenever you'd pass by each other in the hallways; you'd always save a seat for him at the table; you always respected his silence whenever you came into the library and caught him reading his book, saying a quiet hello and nothing more, just sitting on one of the armchairs with your own book and allowing him to enjoy his moment, and more recently, your presence too.

When he'd finally learned of your abilities, he got apprehensive, worried even; that you'd pick up on whatever it was that he felt when he was near you, and it would drive you away.

So far, it hasn't happened yet.

The sun was out today, and with it, so was everyone else. In the spacious backyard of the compound, Steve was in charge of the barbecue, and Tony was in charge of the drinks. Natasha had sunglasses covering her eyes while she and Clint bickered over a game of cards; Yelena was sitting beside her sister at the lunch table, however, she seemed to be on Clint's side of the argument. Thor and Banner were laughing together as they made fun of Steve's cooking skills, who tried to defend himself by saying he wasn't actually done yet. Tony looked like he was trying to convince Bucky to drink a dubious-looking beverage, the latter didn't seem too keen on it.

And Loki watched them from afar, from the living room window of his floor. Thor had asked that he join them downstairs, saying something about how he should start trying to fit in and mingle, instead of just existing in the others' presence. Making friends wasn't Loki's forte; as much as he'd fight not to admit it, he was still working up the courage.

With a long sigh, Loki turned around and made his way to the place where he'd been spending most of his free time.

The compound's library was quite huge. One of the few rooms in the whole facility that had warm colors painting the walls and lacked the modern look; tall wooden shelves held thousands of books, a soft beige carpet covered the floor, and there were armchairs and sofas scattered in corners and in-between shelves creating comfortable, isolated nooks for reading. Loki's favorite spot was a worn armchair that stood near one of the big windows, it was surrounded by books that most people didn't read anymore, and the window itself overlooked the treeline in which the sun hid behind at the end of every day; sometimes as he sat there to read, it reminded him of his room back in Asgard.

Loki walked brushing his fingers over the spine of the old books, watching as dust particles danced in the sunlight. But as he rounded the shelf that led to his spot, he abruptly stopped in his tracks, feet glued to the carpet.

You sat cross-legged on the worn armchair, with a thick book lying in your lap that held all of your attention; the sun was shining right behind you, creating a halo above your head and bathing the strands of your hair in golden. You looked like something out of his favorite tale, more enchanting than all of the Midgard poetry books he's ever read.

It seemed like you two were making a habit of bumping into each other unexpectedly.

Loki gulped, squaring his shoulders. A beat passed, and then two, until you finally noticed him from the corner of your eyes. You looked up at him with your eyebrows softly raised in surprise, a gentle smile lifted the sides of your mouth; "Loki, hi."

"Hello," Loki greeted you slowly, his eyes shifting from the book in your lap to your eyes, "shouldn't you be out with the others, enjoying the sun?"

"Should I?" You narrowed your eyes, lazily closing your book and getting up from the armchair. "Shouldn't you?" You asked then, smirking as you raised an eyebrow and took a step towards him.

Loki's heart stumbled inside his chest, he breathed out a laugh. "I'm not big on hangouts."

You hummed, burying your hands in the pockets of your jeans. "Why is that?"

For a moment, Loki dwelled on whether to be honest or come up with an easy lie. But you were looking up at him with such delicacy, such attention, not a trace of hatred or judgment in your warm eyes. It almost looked as if you cared... about him.

Loki breathed in sharply through his nose, the words rolled off his tongue on their own; "I doubt many of your friends would enjoy my presence there."

You blinked up at him, lips parting before you told him quietly; "I would."

There was a distant burning behind Loki's eyes, his mouth felt dry. No one had ever rendered him completely speechless before, yet now, you had done just that. With his silence, you avoided his eyes and ran your tongue over your bottom lip in a motion that he couldn't help but follow.

"And..." You continued, voice sweet as honey, traveling between the bookshelves in the secluded library, "We'll never know if we don't try, right?"

The way you referred to you and him as 'we' got a foreign feeling blossoming inside Loki's chest, all warm and tingly. When you offered him your hand, so you could guide him downstairs to meet the others, he took it.

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After a full week of taking care of the whole city, Saturday nights were a time for having fun and relaxing; aka movie nights with the team. Everyone sat together in the main living room of the compound, Tony had labeled it 'mandatory bonding day'. The room itself was pretty spacious, dimly lit, with two big comfortable couches and a TV that almost covered the whole wall, and a small kitchen right beside it for easy snacks and drinks.

"Right, I'm thinking... Terminator." Tony suggested as he came from the kitchen with an extra large bowl of popcorn in his arms.

"We saw that one already," Steve complained as he fumbled with the remote.

"There are multiple ones," Tony said, smugly, as he plopped himself on the couch and threw popcorn in his mouth.

Thor, who sat beside you, suddenly perked up with a giddy smile on his face; "oh I've always enjoyed that one who has the girl with the long, magic hair." The god gestured to his own hair.

Tony gaped at him, his fingers holding the popcorn were frozen midair. "Tangled?" He exclaimed then, eyebrows raised, "You wanna watch Tangled? in my house?"

You fought to hide a smile. "Technically it's our house," you quipped, after all, you were to blame for Thor's love for the Disney movie.

"Why don't we just watch both? The night is still young," Yelena finally suggested from her spot by the corner of the couch.

As they continued bickering, your eyes finally caught sight of the one you'd been waiting for.

Loki walked into the living room quietly, his socked feet barely making any noise on the expensive flooring. His gaze found yours before he saw anything else in the room, and a gentle, shy smile appeared on his lips.

You'd grown very close, very fast. Loki had started seeking your presence more and more each passing day; during the mornings he'd wait for you with an extra cup of coffee in hand, during the missions it was already routine that you two were a pair, and during the night you never parted ways without him planting a kiss on your forehead first.

Never in your life had you met someone quite like him, who carried such a bruised heart and still managed to be so loving. It made you wonder if anyone had ever bothered to see how beautiful his soul was, for you had fallen in love with it before you even touched his skin.

You gently patted the vacant seat on your left side, lifting the thin blanket covering your legs so Loki could sit down, and once he did you draped part of it over his legs as well.

"What's today's punishment?" Loki smirked, making himself comfortable beside you. His shoulder flush with yours.

"Stop it, movie nights are nice. I know you secretly enjoy them too," you chuckled, bumping his knee with yours. His proximity raised goosebumps all over your skin, and if you weren't so focused on your own feelings, you would've felt how much Loki's heart was racing as well.

"I only come to these because you do too," Loki mumbled, his eyes focused on the TV and a frown appearing on his eyebrows as the first scenes from Tangled played on the screen.

Your breath caught on your throat. He had said it so casually, so easily. You wondered if he had even realized the weight of his own words. "Right," you whispered, a little breathless.

It didn't take long for the only light in the room to be the one coming from the TV. When Tangled hit the 45-minute mark, Tony was already snoring and Thor had finished two bowls of popcorn. You, however, were wide awake and fully aware of Loki's arm resting on the back of the couch. What a cliche move, you thought to yourself, your cheeks burning hot and biting back a smile.

Loki's face as he watched the movie was nothing short of comical, one would think he was watching a period drama; his lips hovering ever so slightly before he'd scoff at a musical scene, his eyes softening as the romance between Rapunzel and Flynn blossomed, the way he mindlessly played with the ends of your hair. You watched him more than you watched the movie, and you didn't miss the way he froze and gulped when you finally rested your head on his shoulder.

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The day had started out fine; a cold yet sunny morning, your fingers brushing Loki's when he handed you your cup of coffee, no eminent trouble in the city, everything was normal and fine; until it took a turn for the worse.

You didn't hear the fight, you didn't know exactly what caused it, but you felt it immediately. Anger, hurt, and pain were suddenly heavy in the air even through the closed door of your bedroom. As soon as a shiver ran up and down your spine you got up and all but ran outside to chase the somber feeling.

The elevator doors of your floor weren't even fully open yet when Loki busted his way through them, Thor hot on his heels.

"I knew it was a mistake coming here," Loki snapped, his steps fast as he put as much distance between himself and Thor as he could, nearly running straight into you in the process.

"You know what, brother," Thor began, he had stopped walking, standing in the middle of the living room, "Maybe it really was a mistake to bring you here, you don't care about anyone but yourself, it's almost as if you enjoy hurting people, you can't help it. It'll always be like this, that's why you're better off on your own." Thor wasn't shouting, but his words rang loudly in the room; his chest heaving when he stopped speaking.

You had held your breath the entire time, gripping the back of a kitchen stool until your knuckles turned white. Thor was angry, you could feel it even without being near him, but he didn't mean what he had said, not entirely. Thor's emotions were a passing wind on your skin though, for who you really felt, stood just a few feet behind you.

Loki had his back turned to his brother when he spoke, and he didn't turn around after. Even without looking at him, you could feel the way he trembled, unsteady hands closed into tight fists to mask his hurt; he gulped back a sob, and kept on walking to his bedroom without a word.

You could choke with the amount of pain radiating off of Loki; heavy, sickening, all-encompassing pain that you felt so vividly in your skin and bones. You only shot Thor an angry glance and muttered; "Damnit Thor," before turning around hastily. You thought you heard Thor calling after you, but you decided to ignore him, your priorities already set.

You ran after Loki, catching up just before his door slammed shut. Taking a deep breath, you walked into his bedroom and softly closed the door behind you with a click.

You'd never actually been in Loki's room before, so you took a single moment to glance around. The room itself was a little bare, with only the necessities such as a double bed, a dresser, a desk, a small bookshelf, and the door that led to his bathroom. You made a mental note to gift him something to liven up his space; maybe a plant.

Loki had his back turned to you still, both his hands resting on his waist as his head hung low. But you knew he knew it was you there with him, by the simple fact that he was allowing you to stay.

The silence was a heavy one, packed with the electricity of two souls tightly holding onto each other. Loki was trying so hard to keep all his pain in control, his shoulders shaking with each breath he took; but you could feel it as if it was your own.

"Loki," you said his name in nothing but breath, testing the waters. You took half a step toward him as you fidgeted with your hands.

He didn't answer. You weren't expecting him to.

You pursed your lips before saying; "he didn't mean it," your voice was choked and took effort to come out, the back of your eyes already burning, "what Thor said. He- he didn't mean it."

A few beats passed, and then; "doesn't matter if he did." Loki's words cracked in the middle, it was the most broken you'd ever heard him sound. "He's right."

"He's not," you told him in the same heartbeat, not a tint of hesitation in your tone.

Loki turned around, his gaze finally finding yours and there were tears pooling at the bottom lid of his bright eyes. "Yes, he is," he took a single big step toward you, nearly closing the distance between you and him. Loki's lips trembled as he struggled to keep talking; "and why is it that you care? What's in it for you?"

He was hurt, and he was frustrated, and he was angry; you knew that. Still, you couldn't help but be taken aback by his question. What could he even mean by that? Did he really believe that all this time that you'd been dancing around each other's feelings, it wasn't real?

"Loki, I-" you stuttered, not knowing how to say it without baring your heart in the process. Your hesitation got Loki avoiding his eyes from yours, and you forced yourself to go on. "There's nothing 'in it for me' I just... care about you."

Still waiting for the other shoe to drop, Loki softly shook his head, scoffing. His tears were a blink away from spilling, he felt as if barbed wire was wrapped around his throat, and his heart threatened to jump from his chest and straight into your hands.

It scared him. How easily you could make his walls crumble like paper in the rain. He flinched slightly when he felt the ghost of your touch on his cheek, blinking multiple times when your thumb brushed away a single tear rolling down his cheek. You touched him as if he were porcelain, and yet it still broke him.

"Is it that hard to believe that you're important to me?" You asked then, voice nothing but a whisper in the short space separating your bodies. With your hand still holding his cheek, you forced his eyes back on yours. "You have a good heart, Loki. I just wish you could see it the way I do. I wish everyone could see it."

The crooked smile he gave you nearly made your own tears fall. "You don't know what you're talking about, you don't know what I've done," he told you quietly, more than anything, he sounded utterly defeated.

"But I do know," your free hand found one of his then, and you tangled your fingers together loosely, "I might not have been with the Avengers when you attacked New York, but I was still in New York. And I still mean it, you could tell me every single bad thing you've ever done and I'd still tell you how good you are, because I see it. Every single day, Loki. I feel you every single day, and I can feel all this-" Your words caught in your throat and you tasted your tears on your lips. "-All this pain that you carry around and you still choose to be good."

Too many emotions swam behind his eyes for you to put a finger in any of them. But tears were running freely down Loki's cheeks now, pooling against your hand resting on his cheek.

"What did you-" he tried, gasping for air as if he was underwater. This was foreign territory. You had a place in his heart no one else could ever have, he realized, and his heart was beating faster than his mind knew what to do with. "You've been prying into my emotions without me knowing?" He sounded more desperate than annoyed.

"I didn't want to," You explained quickly, "I- I never meant to, but for some reason, I can't block you out." Shrugging weakly, you slowly dropped the hand resting on his cheek, missing the way he glanced down in search of your warmth. "I tried. I really tried."

There was a vulnerability in Loki's eyes you'd never seen before. He looked at you as if he'd just realized what love is. You wondered if you mimicked the same gaze—you sure felt it.

Loki shuffled in his stance. His hand, still holding onto yours, tightened its grip. "I'm-" He avoided your eyes, looking somewhere past your shoulder, "I'm sorry you had to feel all that."

You softened at his words, shaking your head and taking another step forward until your sneakers bumped his shoes. "Wasn't your fault," you whispered.

Loki gulped back a sob after you spoke, and that was the last straw for you to let go of his hand and pull his body to yours in an embrace.

He melted into you.

Loki's fingers dug into the fabric of your shirt and he buried his head against your shoulder—you soon felt it becoming damp, yet you only hugged him tighter. With the desperation he was holding you with, you wondered when was the last time someone had held him.

The soft sobs escaping him were muffled against you. And you couldn't help but stroke his back, the tips of your fingers burying into his very soul. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of this alone." You spoke near his ear, feeling the goosebumps that raised on his skin. "You never deserved it," you promised.

You weren't sure how much time passed, you stayed there for as long as Loki needed you to. When he eventually pulled away, he didn't go far, his hands kept holding your body close to him as if he was afraid you'd leave if he let go.

His bright eyes didn't hold a storm anymore, they were more like a calm sea. A soft frown etched itself into his eyebrows, "did you… take away my pain?"

You chuckled quietly, "No, I can't take away people's emotions." You lifted a hand until your fingertips could brush the skin on his forehead, "But I can make them lighter." You traced an invisible line over his eyebrow and until you reached his cheekbone, "Make the weight just a little bit easier to carry."

Loki leaned into your touch, almost closing his eyes. His hands that rested on your back traced your spine and pulled you closer. "Darling, you've been making it easier ever since the first day I met you."

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sturnioloshacker · 7 months

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silent treatment - a vinnie hacker short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

summary: reader gives vinnie the silent treatment after he breaks a promise but they eventually make up

8:54pm

where in the blue hell is he? makeup applied carefully, outfit picked with confidence and pride, i sit at my dining room table with my phone tightly in my hand. i was promised to a date by vinnie, tonight at 7:30. we were both supposed to be going to the restaurant that we had our first date at to celebrate reaching 1 million subscribers on youtube.

“it’ll be an amazing night for us.” he murmured to me the night before while tracing shapes on my back.

“i know i’ve been busy with multiple fashion week events, but i’ll make it up to you sweetheart.”

i sigh, unlocking my phone to see i’m still left on delivered. time slowly ticks by as i grow more upset over my boyfriend breaking his promise. in a state of frustration and sadness, i head up to vinnie’s bathroom and begin my night routine, my patience hanging on by a thread. after ruining my makeup and crying in the shower, i flop onto my side of the bed.

“princess!” i hear vinnie shout as he barges his way into the house and up the stairs, sounding frantic and out of breath.

“oh you’re here, thank the lord.”

i didn’t turn to face him, i didn’t want to face him. i stay rolled over facing the wall, pretending to be asleep. did i forget, vinnie thought, or was i genuinely asleep? brushing the thought away, vinnie stripped himself of his clothes, shimmied his plaid pyjama pants over his legs and slipped in beside me under the duvet. whispering goodnight to my ‘sleeping’ body, he reached around to wrap his arms around my torso to pull me closer. feeling my body tense, he knew i was awake. usually, when we cuddle, i relax in his embrace but tonight he pushed my buttons and i’m not having it.

“y/n?” he murmured.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch.” i muttered under my breath.

i get up out of bed and take my pillow with me.

“hey, wait!”

“i don’t want to wait anymore! i waited almost an hour and a half for you and where were you?! nowhere to be seen!”

i feel my chest cave in at the anger i’m feeling. i don’t want to look at vinnie, not even be around him. after weeks of not seeing him, he promised me one of the best date nights only to let me down. silence falls upon the both of us as I walk out of vinnie’s bedroom and to the couch in the living room.

i didn’t get much slept last night, multiple thoughts raced through my mind. vinnie didn’t get much sleep either. the guilt was taking over his body, eating away at him as he groggily rolled out of bed. he couldn’t fathom the fact that he had broken his promise. time had just slipped away as he was trying on different outfits for the fashion week he just came back from.

“morning.” he mumbles as he makes his way into the kitchen.

i don’t reply, i just leave the kitchen to head to the living room to eat my breakfast.

vinnie was hoping that i would leave all this behind and just talk to him like i normally do but i had other ideas. it’s not that i wanted to over dramatise the situation but i’m so hurt that i don’t want to sweep how i’m actually feeling under the rug and just forget about it. i’m used to him going to get fitted for the fashion week events he gets invited to but he’s normally back home at a certain time, especially when he has things planned for us to do. as much as i support him for what he does in his life, i want him to do the same thing for me but i feel like he's not.

“we need to talk.” vinnie said, disturbing my silence as i bit into my toast.

“baby, i’m not doing this silent treatment shit. i know i broke my promise to you and i’m so fucking sorry and i just need you to talk to me so we can sort this out. please, i need to hear your voice, i miss you.” the desperation in his voice echoing throughout the room.

“what’s there to say, vincent?” i snap.

his eyes widen as i use his full name.

“you broke a promise that you know real well meant a lot to me, to both of us. i was all dressed up for you, my makeup was applied the way you like it, i wore the heels that you adore, i doused myself in the perfume you love, i was ready to celebrate 1 million youtube subscribers but you weren’t here, vinnie, and that broke my heart. you should know that i cried, i drowned myself in my own tears while i showered my happiness away. i'm happy for you when it comes to your modelling career and your fashion event status but i also want you to be happy for me in my youtube success and support me just as much as i support you. i feel as though i'm not getting that and it really hurts.”

the words hit vinnie like a truck, the guiltiness growing even more, just eating away at him like a flesh-eating animal.

“i know i did, and i said i’m sorry. i understand that i hurt you and i didn’t mean to. there was just so many outfits and i lost track of time. it’s not like me to lose track of time, especially when i plan things. i'm truly sorry, my love. i want to be apart of your youtube journey, i want to support you the same way you support me. please let me make it up to you, please.”

the tears welling in his eyes, the sincerity in his words and the heartbroken look on his face had me tearing up.

“were the outfits nice?”

“honestly, yes. i’ll wear one to our date to celebrate your 1 million subscribers.” a smile tugging at his lips as he remembers the one particular fit that he knew would have you giggling like a little schoolgirl whose crush noticed her on the playground.

“i was just upset, you know?”

vinnie nods, reaching out to take my hands in his. a light squeeze of my hands motions for me to continue.

“we haven’t seen each other in a couple of weeks and haven’t spent a night together in so long. i was all dressed up for you and i was ready to celebrate this amazing milestone of mine with you..”

i laugh at how pathetic and embarrassing i sound.

“sorry, i probably sound so stupid right now.”

“no you don’t, sweetheart.”

taking my plate from my hand, vinnie places it gently on the table in front of me and carefully pulls me up and into his arms. it felt nice to be wrapped in his arms again like this. i missed it so much. he presses a soft kiss to my temple before speaking up again.

“i’m so sorry, princess, it won’t ever happen again, i swear.”

all is forgiven with a sweet kiss on the lips and everything goes back to the way it was: absolutely perfect.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker angst #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker blurb

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mulberrimouse · 3 months

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This fic was supposed to be short and simple and stay like that but I got a little carried away...

Info and warnings!!: Friends to lovers, Andrew x Reader, no smut but HEAVY making out and teasing as well as cursing. Lots of praise and devotion, body worship. (Obviously. this is Andrew we're talking about), light degrading if you squint. Let me know if I missed anything!

Also, apologies for any spelling mistakes!

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Oh, Halloween. Your favorite holiday. No obligation to get people gifts, scary movies, dressing up, so many different parties (only if you want), and candy. Tons of candy. You've always had a big sweet tooth so it surprises nobody when you go all out on buying bulk bags to keep around your house.

Speaking of bags of sweets, you were digging around in a bag you'd just gotten when your closest friend Andrew shot you a message.

"Hey, sweetie. When should I be over?"

As his name popped up on your screen, you tried not to let the term "friend" get to you. You've knon Andrew for quite some time now and have been head over fucking heels for him for most of it. He was always attractive but god help you. He was funny in a uniquely Andrew way, he was beyond kind and intelligent. He always tried his best to make time for you, even on tour. He was the sweetest man you'd ever met. And "sweetie". Lord the things that nickname did to you. He started calling you that after the 6th or 7th time he found a stash of candy in your cabinets.

"Around 7! I don't wanna stay up too late."

He liked the message and, you assumed, got ready for the party. It was a lowkey costume party with some drinks. You weren't a fan of huge parties but you enjoyed seeing your friends a lot. You spend around the kitchen, cleaning and setting out different liquor and alcohol, as well as some food and non-alcoholic drinks. Once it was all set up, you went upstairs to go put ok some makeup and the Freddy Cruger costume you picked out. You were elated when you found it. It was simple but cute.

Eventually, 7:30 rolls around and many of your close friends, as well as some of their own, are scattered around your house, talking and drinking. Someone took control of the speakers and put on some funky Halloween music that people started dancing to. There was still no sign of Andrew though. As you tried to stop yourself from anxiously checking your phone every 2 minutes, a vaguely familiar face popped up in front of you.

"Hey Y/N! It's David, from Clarissa's birthday. How have you been?"

"I've been okay!! I'm pretty busy with school and work. I'm happy that there's finally a break, though!"

"Yeah, yeah I can imagine. Anyway, who are you here with?"

"Nobody, actually!"

"Ohhhh... So no boyfriend or anything?"

You mentally roll your eyes but try to keep a polite smile. He's not Andrew, but he isn't too bad you suppose. It's just uncomfortable because you don't know him all that well. He's just a coworker of Clarissa's. However, it could he good. Maybe it'll help you move on. You can't just spend your time following Andrew like a lost puppy, right?

Right as you're about to tell him that you're single at the moment, someone else walks over.

"Hey, sweetheart! Sorry I'm late. The face paint took a while to dry."

You turned to see Andrew standing next to you. You didn't even respond before you leaned into him and gave him a big hug.

"Andy! I was worried about you." You looked up at the face paint he had done and nearly stopped breathing. White paint covered his face while black outlined and extended his lips, as well as surrounding his eyes with sharp, long points at the bottom. He was Eric Draven from The Crow. His hair was in a low messy bun of curls and he had a wide smile on his face. Seeing him pushed the idea of moving on out of your head entirely.

"You really are sweet, huh? There was no need to be worried."

You blush slightly and look down before turning back to David. Andrew looked at the table next to your scanning over the drink options as David began to talk.

"So, no boyfriend then?"

As soon as it left his mouth, Andrew coughed and glanced at him. You started to talk, wanting to explain that you weren't looking for anything but before you could say anything, one of David's friends called him over. He told you that he'd come find you later before he walked away.

For the next few hours, you and Andrew were practically attached to each other. He always had his hand in yours or around your waist. He also made sure to tell you not to drink too much because he knew how much you despised being hung over. Luckily, as the night passes, you managed to stay at a comfortable, tipsy point, not full on drunk.

Not so luckily, though, you found yourself having to make sure you weren't staring at Andrew for too long. Whether it be his hands holding his glass, or his eyes crinkling when he smiled. The worst was when he had his hand secure on your waist. You so badly wished it meant more than it did.

Unbeknownst to you, Andrew was feeling the exact same way. He kept glancing at you, his breath getting caught in his chest when you leaned into him or looked up to speak. He was hyper aware of the warmth of your body against him. Everything he wanted to do to you kept flashing through his mind and he quickly got more antsy. As he gave almost all his focus to not getting hard right behind you, you were blissfully unaware, just happy that he could be there. You were having a really good time until you felt him shift away from you.

You looked up at him, confused.

"Are you okay, Andy?"

He nodded and smiled down at you, so you turned around, unintentionally brushing your ass against him. You felt him through his pants and immediately, you felt yourself get hot. You definitely didn't want to assume that it was because of you, but just the idea make your legs weak. You decided to press yourself against him lightly and you felt his hand on your waist tighten and he pulled you closer, slightly aggressively. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"We're going to go upstairs."

He led you up the stairway and partially into the hall. His original plan was to go all the way to your room but he was too impatient. Before you even got close to your door, he yanked you to the side and pressed you up against the wall. He stared down at you, his breathing heavy and his eyes wild. He leaned down to be at eye level with you, his lips ghosting over yours. You felt his breath as he spoke.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Andrew."

"Oh... Is that so?"

You giggled nervously and nodded with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" He was making you a little light headed but you still understood the actual question. He wanted to make sure that you wanted this. You wanted him. You nodded again and gave him your best doe eyes when you wrapped your arms around his neck to try and pull him closer to you.

"No no darling. Use your words for me. I need to hear it."

"Please Andy... I want you."

He let out a low hum and his eyelids fluttered shut before he slammed his lips into yours. His left hand was gripping your hip and clawing at you, almost ferally, sure to leave marks while his other was cupping your face. Both your arms were wrapped around his neck but one snaked it's way up into his hair. You tugged at his roots and his hips bucked forward into you. Groans and whimpers were flowing steadily from the both of you. He slotted one of his legs between yours and you ground down.

You let out a moan, slightly muffled by his lips against yours. You pulled away to catch your breath. You kept moving your hips and a loud whine escaped you. He smiled down at you and used his left hand to push more pressure down.

"Good girl... Needy little thing. So pretty."

You whimpered and threw your head back against the wall.

"Fuck Andrew. Please- I need you..."

"Ohhh sweetie. Want me to fuck you with everyone down stairs?"

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease!"

"Shhhhhhh baby... Calm down."

He removed his leg and you nearly fell to the ground. He held you up and got down on his knees once he was sure you were steady. He lifted your sweater and started kissing across your stomach. Both of his hands now gripped your thighs and pulled you closed to him. He pushed your legs apart slightly and pressed his face into your clothed pussy.

"Fuck, need you so bad baby. So pretty. Just wanna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you. You want that? Hm?"

Your hands shot down and weaved through his hair so you could yank his hair back.

"Andrew. Please. Right now. I need you."

He grinned, his pupils dilated so much the color was nearly gone. After standing up, he kissed you again and grabbed your hand to lead you down the hallway...

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#andrew hozier byrne #hozier #the hoziest #smut #hozier smut #hozier x reader

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tiredly101 · 1 year

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ok hear me out, i saw Clownsuu's art of wally but like, its a mafia AU Now i cant get the mafia AU out of my head- so like- Mafia AU Wally darling x Male!Singer! Reader? doesn't have to be the same as the AU plot as Clownsuu's AU i just need a mafia wally cuz there's NON. (P.S: Take care of yourself, drink water & take breaks! :) )

This is good! I already had a poll with similar idea holding the mafia au but this shall be a separate fic and I made reader know spanish! Hope you like it!

Devilish handsome singer

Pairing: Mafia leader! Wally Darling x Singer!Male reader

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

Illustrated Mafia Au, picture made by @clownsuu!

Context: Gepeto is the same Gepeto from New Neighbor but he owns a bar that was bought by a mafia man instead of Male reader and only warning is one death mention! Mario may be Gepeto's boyfriend, I'm not sure yet, suggested to listen to Báilame by Nacho when M/n appears! And lastly M/n's outfit is basically my Welcome Home persona outfits because it just fitted perfectly!

Wally was sitting in an armchair playing with a gun, in front of him was a woman kneeled down, she was missing an eye and she was crying. She didn't pay in time but just when Wally was going to shot her Barnaby opened the door.

"Sorry to interrupt boss but Mario wants to meet at his bar, Gepeto's, in 30 instead of tomorrow," said Barnaby before walking out of the room with his pipe in hand. Wally sighted and shoot the woman in the head before walking out of the room. He changed in his usual outfit for business; rainbows pants with black suspenders, white shirt, red handerquief in a chocker style and his oversized blue blazer.

Wally was taken by Julie to the bar where Howdy open his door upon arrival. Wally walked inside the bar seeing multiple familiar faces who nodded in respect, this is one of the reasons he loves being the Welcome Home mafia leader since he was feared world wide.

"Mr. Darling! I'm glad you could make it in such short notice... Some issues happened with the secretary but not to worry I got rid of them," said Mario Genapetti while sitting down on the booth closest to the stage and made a sign for Wally to sit down while Howdy followed behind, ready to pounce if told so.

"Let's do business after the singer, you are in for a treat Mr. Darling," Wally sighted but nodded after all he did love some pleasure before business but that normally entitled having Howdy rough someone up so he can get a message across but he supposes that a singer would suffice for now.

The whole room went dark and people started cheering while footsteps could be heard in the stage and then a soft blue light fell on top of a guy; he had beautiful (s/c) skin, soft looking (h/c) hair, his eyes were covered by a black bandana that had a little rainbow drawn in it and he was wearing a dark red shirt that had on top of it a black corset that hugged his waist that was accompanied with some black dress pants.

The guys started singing in spanish while swaying his hips with each beat and Wally seemed to be in a trance at the guy's movement while a soft color settled in his cheeks. Wally didn't understand why he was feeling like that, it wasn't normal in his perspective.

"Who is him?," Wally asked Mario but his eyes never strayed from the guy's enchanting singing and ethereal glow. Mario chuckled which made Wally begrudgingly pay attention to the man.

"That is M/n Novell, his best friend with Gepeto over there and when I bought the bar he was part of the deal and I decided to keep him around since the few times cops stopped by he was all the motivation for them to turn a blind eye...," said Mario while smiling and motioned M/n to go where he was since his song just finished. While he walked over there with grace a guy gave him a black rose before kissing his hand and walking away.

M/n threw the flower on the floor and stepped in it before stopping in front of Mario who smiled and pointed towards Wally to which M/n sighted and sat down on his lap which made Wally blush a bright red color.

"I don't have your money yet Mr. Darling but I should get your payment in two days time and if you are kind enough to wait Mr. Novell here will be willing and able to do anything you want," said Mario which made M/n stand up abruptly and pick Mario by the shirt before turning to Wally and smile.

"We will be right back," said M/n before walking away while dragging Mario by the back of his shirt and Mario seemed scared. To say Wally was confused was and understatement but soon Mario came back with a very obvious slap mark in his cheek and he stuttered when he spoke again while M/n walked towards back stage to prepare for another song.

"Sorry for that miscommunication, tomorrow I will have your money," said Mario while slightly shaking and Wally raised his eyebrow before getting up and leaving. He didn't understand a word of what happened but all he knows is he coming back to that club just to see their devilish handsome singer.

Would you like me to do a part two @frindtheshapeshifter405?

#welcome home #wally darling x male reader #wally darling x reader #Tiredly Jackie answers #tw; death #Tiredly Jackie writes

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abbysbitch · 1 year

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Piedmont | Ellie Williams (pt.1)

part one

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy, I seriously wasn't even expecting like 10 people to see the announce post but 200 notes? are you kidding? thank you all so much *kisses every one of your foreheads* i hope this lives up to the anticipation, i feel like i didn't do it justice but i dont wanna postpone anymore so have at it

cw: pet names (babe, baby, pretty girl, pretty thing, princess) the TINIEST smidge of a blood kink(reader bites her lip too hard), edging, fingering, cum eating(kinda?) slight angst, making out, prob more that i missed

wc: 4.1K

tags! @acecardly @dani-ellaed1 @sevignyes @nil-eena (if i missed you its because i couldn't find your handle when typing them in)

Ellies always hated you, for arguably no reason.

It’s pathetic really, seems like since the day you guys have met she’s had it out for you- whether it be throwing snarky comments at you or just being an ass in general, it’s always been a competition between the two of you. It’s been years since you've had a somewhat civil conversation with her.

Ellie was just an outright dick to you. Since the time you guys were sent on a mission over a year ago (just the two of you, which Ellie bitched about to Tommy for approximately an hour), she was just awful towards you.

You tried so hard to get her to like you but nothing seemed to work. During socials you’ve tried countless times to get her to engage in even a card game between you, Dina and Jesse and shes always declined. You’d go up and try to start a conversation one time and - to say the least when you went home you cried out of pure frustration.

You didn’t hate Ellie, just hated the way she hated you, for fucks sake you had a crush on her that you couldn’t seem to rid. But who could blame you when she had those gorgeous green eyes and auburn hair that just seemed to frame her face so perfectly when she put it up to get it out of the way. And her tattoo- you’re sure she's caught you staring before. Staring because of how bad you wanted her fingers inside you.

Especially with the way that she carried herself. Careless, and always with such a serious look on her face. Her sarcasm entertained you; of course only from afar.

And god she was just so beautiful.

It hurt, knowing you couldn’t have done anything for her to like you. Not even just a little. Not even just enough to be acquaintances. You would’ve been at least happy with that.

So it seems like just your luck when Tommy asks another favor of you. And just your luck when he invites Ellie to ‘tag along’.

The air was cold, and the bone chilling tension between you two even colder.

It was now around 6pm, and you had gone to the stables to tack up and get ready. Though you weren’t supposed to go out until 7, Ellie had already beat you there. Attempting to break said tension, you shakily start with “Make sure you tie her-”

“I know how to tack a fucking horse.”

Ouch

Obviously it didn’t help anything with the tension and unbeknownst to you it was going to stay that way for a while even as you left the gates of Jackson into the harsh winter of the outside.

You and Ellie keep on the path, looking for anything that was asked of Tommy to bring back. It’s only been 30 minutes of absolute silence and you’re starting to get mad with her stubbornness.What did you do to make her hate you so much? Nobody else seems to have a problem with you, so why does she? To be fair it didn’t matter before, but now that the two of you are in the middle of fucking nowhere and she’s not saying a word, it’s really getting to you.

Not being able to stand it any longer you decide to say something.

“What is your problem with me, Ellie?”

She turns to look at you for just a moment and then gazes back to the path in front of her. God, you just wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment. Of course she wasn’t going to say anything, because she didn’t care enough to have this conversation with you.

Staying silent was the hard part of it all. So desperately did you just want to scream at her for everything she's been to you. She makes you feel like a fucking burden and, duh, it doesn’t feel good. At all.

So many more minutes pass by without a word. The air’s even colder by now, your watch showing the time as half past nine. Goosebumps have spread across your skin and your legs are shaking. Shivering was an understatement. It’s pitch black, making you even more on edge now than you were starting this little assignment. You decide to go off the path in search of a cabin you’ve been in before. For some reason this out of everything else causes Ellie to speak up.

“Where the fuck are you going?” You immediately notice her tones changed completely from the beginning. It was rougher and she sounded like she was genuinely going to snap at you.

“A cabin.” You state flatly.

She looks at you for only a second and then reverts her gaze back to the trail in front of her. You can tell she wanted to say more but kept her mouth shut for your sake, so you indulge.

“It’s getting cold and I want to warm up a little. If you don’t want to follow me, suit yourself, but it’s not on me if Tommy gets all mad.”

She scoffs as she follows you through the overgrown brush that covers the trail, taking interest in the way you pick at the greenery along the way. Why were you so intent on taking all the leaves off the different trees? She wasn’t just looking at you now, she was staring.

And she couldn’t stop.

She watched the way you rode ahead and shook your hair to get it out of your face, watched the way you would drink out of your bottle, watched the way you’d rub your hands together to get rid of the cramps in them. She kept watching- no, staring at you.

You’d be lying if you said you couldn’t feel the eyes on the back of your head. It honestly concerned you. What was she planning to do? Hurt you? Worse? Every bad thought ran through your head within the span of just ten seconds. You were in the middle of nowhere, it was the middle of the night and you’re with someone that absolutely despises you. What couldn’t go wrong? It’d be a perfect place to hide remotely anything, and your mind went to the worst possible option of that being you.

Not feeling the need to mention anything you keep on the trail. At this point you see the cabin a little bit ahead of where you were. You let out a sigh of relief and kept on. As you reach the cabin, you both stall the horses in the small barn nearby and head inside.

“This is an absolute shithole, are you kidding?” Ellie starts, “what is this going to do for us from the cold?” She scoffs as she follows you around the house, surveying it like you two are spending the night there or something, which is far from true.

“Listen, it’ll work for a while and then we can get back out. Can you stop bitching for once and just chill out?” You were getting irritated at this point and she's pushing your limits. Egging you on, wanting to know how much you can really take.

“I’m the one bitching? We wouldn’t even be here if you weren’t such a pussy about the damn cold!”

“Like I said before, chill the fuck out Ellie.” You try to deescalate the situation.

“I’m pretty fucking chill, I just don’t get why we had to stop here, are we not wasting time?” At this point you realize she just likes to argue for fun.

“If you’re so worried about wasting time then go on your own and do this shit! I never asked for you to come with me in the first place!” You are so close to absolutely breaking. You’re so frustrated with her and her shit you could just cry.

“I never volunteered!” She just kept pushing and pushing you, god you hated her so much in this moment.

“Do you know how fucking irritating you are? Ever since I came to fucking jackson you’ve had it out for me for absolutely no reason at all! What the fuck have I ever done to you? Wanna explain or are you just going to keep treating me like shit?” You had finally broke.

You could tell Ellie wasn’t expecting that. She looked taken aback. Good, you hope it got to her like she got to you this whole time.

“Yeah, stay the fuck silent.” Now you’re the one pushing.

She stares idly tracing her tattoo, the tension clearly eating her up alive. She's at a loss for words right now- her mind is blank as she just looks at you. Not saying a single word for what feels like minutes when she finally decides to sigh. She stands up and walks towards you, still silent. You move backwards and she doesn’t let up as you eventually hit the wall with a gasp and she cages you between her arms. “What’re you-” you try, but with the way she was staring into your eyes, with a different look than normal, you found your words to be stuck in your throat. When were her arms so…big? It never hit you how tall she truly was, but now with her towering over you and her so close? As much as you’d want to think of her like that again, right now just wasn’t the time.

Jesus, she groans. And it goes straight to your cunt but you know it shouldn’t.

“I guess I’m upset at the fact I’ve always wanted you and couldn’t have you. Do you know how frustrating it is seeing you make friends so easy? Flirting with Jesse so effortlessly? This whole time I’ve wanted you and you couldn’t have cared less. Never batting a single eye at me. I’ve wanted you since you stepped foot through those gates and its making me fucking crazy.”

“Ellie i-” you try but are immediately cut off by her going,

“I know that’s not what you wanna hear but if I’m being honest I needed to tell you or else the guilt was going to eat me alive. I’m sor-” She shakily breathed out before she was cut off- by you.

Closing the gap at her confession, you captured her lips in an aggressive kiss, making her whine on impact. Using your shaky hands you cup her face, trying to find a way to stabilize yourself and she catches on, slotting her leg right between yours. The sound of your mouths moving was erotic and her actions even more so. She bit at your bottom lip, silently asking you for access, letting out a breathy moan that was followed suit by her licking the same area. Her mouth was absolute bliss and every lick into it had you wanting more. More of her, her noises and her hands as they traveled slowly up and down your sides.

You pull back to catch your breath and she whines at the loss of contact. You stay for a moment, just listening and watching as her chest heaves up and down. Everything in the room is far too hot for your liking and you fix it the only way you know how.

“Take this off, now.” You motion her shirt up and off her figure. Fuck how cold it is outside, you need to feel her bare skin on yours- and god the sight was beautiful. Her toned abs felt so good under your touch, and her arms were veiny in the right spots, it was so unbelievably hot.

As she holds you tight against the wall- bodies directly pressed against each other, you do the same- grabbing the hem of your own shirt and lifting it above and off you. Sliding your hands up her stomach, you lightly yelp as she takes her own on your hips and forces you down on her thigh. Gasping at the contact, you chase after her lips like she did prior, and she groans. Now you’re desperate to hear it again, and again. You crave it.

She takes your hips and moves you across her thigh even harder now, almost as if she's desperate for you. Chasing your high rather than hers, but still for her pleasure. Grabbing at her shoulders as you take it into your own hands, you start grinding on her. God, her thighs were so hard and toned it was giving you just the right amount of friction. Leaning your head back she takes the opportunity to litter kisses and bites all over the exposed skin. You swear you’re in heaven and you’ve barely even started.

“Jesus baby, I can feel how wet you are through my fucking pants. And I haven't even touched you .” she spoke against your neck. Making a mental note at the nickname. You were biting your lip so hard you thought you tasted blood, and the fact turned you on soooo much more.

Ellie kept her assault on your neck, but this time she trailed her hands along your body, stopping at your bra and sighing an, 'is this okay’? Taking your far too fast nod as a yes, she snakes her hands behind your back, snapping the bra off and slowly taking it off you. She threw it to the side and suddenly started to grope you, squeezing your tits and slightly grazing over your nipples as you jumped at her aggressiveness. She was giving you so much but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” she says as she starts on your breasts, sucking and biting at the flesh, leaving the area all sensitive and purple, and leaving you even more desperate.

Her threatening gaze stayed on you the whole time she played with your mounds, sending a wave of hot heat straight down to your cunt. The fact she had this effect on you was concerning you, but you were too entranced by her right now to notice any of it.

“Ellie,” you whine after her as she continues the assault on you, moving back up to your collarbone and jawline. She was staring at you like you were her prey, and she was the predator.

“Hm?” she taunts against your ear and just hearing her voice alone made you so wet. God, the hold she had on you was crazy, and you’d barely even started. Even though she was the one that confessed to you just moments prior it seemed as though she was almost in charge of the situation regardless of you pouncing on her.

She had you grinding on her thigh even faster and harder now, pressing you into the fabric so you could get off, even if it was turning you on even more, it still wasn’t enough, you wanted her inside you, so bad. You needed it.

“I- …need more” You manage to say throughout moans and whimpers. Although she had just started, you think she’s already made you dumb. Off her thigh.

And that’s exactly what she wanted from you. To be so fucked out all you could say was her name over and over again, like a mantra coming from your lips, but she didn’t think it’d be so fucking easy nor did she think it’d happen so fast.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” She says, spit dripping down your throat from how much she was sucking on you. Licking it up she brings her head to look at you.

At the words, you pulled her hands from your body and pushed further and further down until reaching the waistline of your pants.

“You’re gonna have to use your words, sweet thing.” She said as she swoops back down between your breasts. You could feel her smirking against your chest and god, she was going to be the death of you.

Being too desperate to be embarrassed you utter, “Ellie just fuck me, please” You were so needy and just needed the smallest amount more from her to teeter you over the edge and straight to your orgasm. “Atta girl.”

She breaks past your waistband and ventures her hand further down until she reaches the part of you that wanted her the most. You gasp at the contact as she starts rubbing close circles on your clit, turning you into putty. Grabbing at her shoulders, you press your lips against hers once again and this time you’re the one licking into her mouth with a different kind of neediness behind it. She notices your legs wobbling and removes her hand from her spot in your pants and grabs your hips to gently move you over onto the couch nearby. Whimpering as your hips chase her hand she chuckles into you, pushing you down lightly.

Panting and trying to catch your breath you start, “Why haven’t you told me sooner Els, we could’ve done this so long ago.” Ellie just stares at you from her place straddling you, watching the way you look into her eyes and watching as your chest rises and falls from the heavy breathing.

“Why does it matter when I have you right here and now, falling apart in front of me?” she says with a smirk and your scoff doesn’t last long before she's on you again, kissing you with more passion than before. The kiss was softer, and wasn’t as rough with you as before. She moved against you so sensually and slowly and it was driving you crazy. "I've wanted this for so fucking long" she spoke against your lips before she slot her hot tongue into your mouth and moaned when she felt your own swirling around it.

With your mouths still connected, she slides her hands down to your hips, grabbing for just a second before she moves down into your pants, slowly sliding them off and leaving them to pool at your ankles. With your panties still on the air hits where you were wet, chilling you for just a second before she breaks away from your mouth with a trail of spit connecting you together.

“You remember that one summer where you, Dina and I went down to the river and swam together for hours,” She started at the same time as her mouth attached to your pulse point.

“Yeah- fuck, why?” you asked between sighs and whimpers. Your brain’s so dumb right now, you barely even recall the situation she’s asking you about.

“That flimsy pink bikini you wore- fuck. You don’t even know how bad I wanted to devour you right then and there,” she kept on, drawing even louder moans from you at her words.

“The first time I saw you in something like that and, shit, I thought you were the hottest girl I’ve ever seen,”

“And now I have you in front of me like this, even more exposed. God, fuck I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Every single thing she said had you wanting her even more, although you couldn’t even say a thing because of how hard she was sucking at every inch of your body. She starts working her way from the base of your neck down to the valley between your breasts sprinkling kisses and bites all over. (and probably hickeys, you were too stupid only off her words to notice.)

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” As you whine at the words you cover up your exposed breasts with your arms, so overstimulated with the way she’s speaking and touching and kissing you. You’re so drunk off her touch, her voice, so drunk off of her.

“Don't hide from me,” and with that she takes your wrists and pins them just above your head onto the armrest. “I wanna see all of you.” she finishes as she licks down from your neck to your breasts letting out a groan when she looks back up at you with that gaze, your doe eyes meeting hers and she smirks- she fucking smirks.

As she gets closer to where you want- need her most, she starts kissing at the inner parts of your thighs. Biting and leaving marks that are sure to be there for the next couple days reminding you of the things that took place (as if you’d want to forget).

Still soaked from being edged just moments ago, and now even more so with her actions, you plead with her to give you what you want.

“Ellie please, need you s’bad.” You’re whimpering for her touch, where you need her the most.

“Patience princess.” God, you feel like you’re going to die, what makes her take so much pleasure in teasing you and making you wait for more?

She licks your cunt through your panties, eliciting a moan she has to hear again. She bites at the fabric and slowly slides your panties down off your hips and leaves them to gather with your pants as she slides a finger straight through your slit, sighing when she feels and hears just how wet you are, and just from her.

“All this just f’me, babe?” she sighs into your thigh where her head was resting as she thumbed your clit lazily, loving the sounds you and your pussy made.

Continuing to toy with your heat, she starts picking up the pace little at a time, leaving you a whining mess underneath her.

“More please el-” You start but are then cut off as she slips two fingers inside you, scissoring them making you groan lowly.

“I don’t think I caught you, what was that baby?” Babbling nonsense as she hits a particular spot inside you that has you moaning so loudly you take your arm and try to muffle your own sounds with it, biting down so hard you know you’re gonna bruise in the morning.

You can’t handle her teasing but at the same time it feels so good that you bite back whatever you were gonna say in response to any of it. Her fingers plunging in and out of you felt like ecstasy, and you were fucking hooked.

The sounds your cunt was making were obscene and absolutely disgusting. You were so wet and you can’t recall a time someone had ever made you feel this good. Ever. Your slick was leaving onto her forearm and soaking her fingers, slowly making its way onto her tattoo, which you couldn’t peel your eyes off of. The way her arms flexed while she was finger-fucking you was almost hotter than the way she was gazing up at you from her position between your legs.

You were so close on the edge now- riding the wave of white hot pleasure as she thrusts into you harder. And she could tell. Tell how close you were from how hard you clenched on your fingers, your muffled noises coming from above her and the amount of wetness that had already dripped down onto the couch just from her fingering you alone.

Taking your arm away from you she starts, “you’re clenchin’ so hard around me, you gonna come all on my fingers pretty?”

“Mhm, uh-huh” with nothing but incoherent words coming out of your mouth you try to warn, “‘m gonna cum ellie, f-fuck don’t- don’t stop.”

“Cmon baby, cum all over my fingers,”

And as if it were literally on command you cum so hard you swear you see stars, white hot flashes of your climax taking over leaving you loud and breathless, and Ellie loves all of it. “shit, good girl, good fucking girl.”

She keeps on with fucking you with her fingers, letting you ride out your high as much as you possibly can. Moments later, she takes them out slowly, earning a drawn out whine from you as she kisses the inside of your thighs once again.

She takes her fingers that were previously inside you just moments ago into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around them. Although you had just come, you could’ve again just at the sight.

She comes back up to your collarbone and licks a long stripe up to your neck, whispering into it praises as she nips at the skin that is your earlobe.

“God you’re so pretty when you're under me like that,” She says to you- capturing her lips on yours once again. The kiss being messier than ever, feeling her tongue slide into your mouth just to take yours and suck on it-a mix of drool and teeth turning you on even more. Pushing her back onto the couch so you were the one on top of her now, you grab at her hips and start grinding down on her thigh once again. You taste yourself on her tongue and she pulls away just as fast as she had gotten up to kiss you and abruptly goes,

“Wanna feel you on my tongue, fuck i need it, come sit on my face.”

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Defiant

Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Synopsis: You always seemed to be defiant nowadays. While it was great that Kakashi was the Hokage and therefore knew where trouble was going to be before it happened, he didn't enjoy you ignoring his warnings.

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You pulled your hood over your face more as you snuck quietly into the forest. You wanted to go pick some flowers before the entire town was put on lockdown, and this was your only chance to do so. The other townspeople didn't know what was coming, but because you were dating the Hokage, you knew why the ANBU were starting to surround the town.

And, therefore, you knew how to slip past them.

The area you entered would be the last to be 'closed off' and since they had started spreading out some 30 minutes ago, you knew that you had about 20 minutes until they were nearby. You smirked as you saw the flower fields nearby in a clearing, anticipation filling your chest as you picked up your pace. All you needed were a couple flowers for a vase you have on the kitchen counter, and you'd be out of the forest! More importantly, you'd be out before the ANBU found you...

And in turn, be out before Kakashi found out that you used his insight to your advantage.

A smile ghosted your lips as you knelt down beside the flower bed, fingers grazing over the yellow petals in awe. This was the only time of the year that these flowers bloomed, and you were not going to be missing out on the opportunity of plucking them. Your fingers closed around a stem, eyes widening in excitement as you began to pull it from the root.

A branch snapped nearby and your breath caught in your throat, fingertips gripping onto the green stem shakily as you tried to figure out, based on the footsteps, whether the person was a friend or foe. You had been out of the ninja world for some time, but instincts like this would forever be ingrained in your subconscious. Another snap sounded out but from the other side of the clearing. Your lips curled up in frustration, disappointed in the fact that you had been caught by the ANBU.

"You gonna come out?" You called out to the shinobi's in hiding, head raising as you looked around you. Silence followed, and you grew even more frustrated as you stood finally. Something told you that they were tasked with following you and you alone, rather than being tasked with surrounding the village. You could sense 6 of them, wait... Not 6...

You inhaled sharply as his right hand wrapped around you, gripping your left hip with pure anger.

"You aren't supposed to be out here, Y/n" Kakashi's voice was cold, colder than you had ever heard it before. Your eyes slid to the side, how did you miss Kakashi behind you?? "I wanted flowers" you sheepishly stated, eyes flicking back to the area where the ANBU were still hiding. "Are you going to call off your men, or?"

"You're all relieved. Finish filling in the gaps so we can go into lockdown as planned" Kakashi called out. In the blink of an eye, all 6 of the ANBU you sensed before had disappeared and now it was just you and a very very angry Hokage. "I should have known you had men following me" you breathed out as you ripped his hand from you. You understood why he was so protective, your relationship with him was painfully public, and being the Hokage meant you could be used as a pawn. Kakashi let out a scoff but let you break free, "Why the hell don't you listen to me? Honestly, what the hell were you even doing out here?!"

You rolled your eyes slightly at his overprotective tone, before once more kneeling down beside the flower bed. The flower you had picked was ruined, what with you gripping it like it was the only weapon you had. "These flowers only bloom once a year, and if I didn't get them now I'd have to wait another year-"

"Do you think this is a game?"

Your fingers froze on the stem, no... No, you didn't think this was a game, and it wasn't like you couldn't protect yourself... But if that was true, then why did you feel so guilty. You sighed before sitting down on the cold soil below. Looking up at the angry Hokage, your guilt grew tenfold as you took in the sheer panic in his eyes. Not many could see that fear, but you knew him like the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry, Kakashi" you whispered. He stood there silently, and you broke your gaze from his, not enjoying the massive amount of regret and humiliation that was filling your entire body. "I just hate feeling like I can't breathe now that you're Hokage"

His eyebrows softened at that, there it was, the reason for you being so rebellious. You always listened to him, especially when he was in the ANBU, so this side of you was confusing and scary to him. "If I knew you would feel this way, I wouldn't have agreed to be Hokage" he stated firmly, eyes boring into you. He wasn't mad at you, he knew that you loved these flowers and that you meant no harm.

But it scared him. Scared him more than he would have liked to admit.

You began to zone out as you stared solemnly at the ground, your fingers absentmindedly digging at the dirt beside you. You hated this. Hated all of it. But you loved him so much. "When you were in the ANBU, no one knew who you were when you had the mask on. After, when you were just a regular shinobi I felt like I could do what I wanted to do. But you being a Kage of an entire village is causing me whiplash. I'm just not used to this, I'm sorry Kashi"

He dropped down to the ground beside you, white cloak fluttering before resting along the dirt below. His hand moved to yours, breaking you from your tunnel vision. You snapped your head to the side, eyes focusing on his in the hopes that he could see how sorry you were. You sat like that for a bit, just staring at each other and daring the other to talk. His eyes drifted to the flowers on the other side of you, all you wanted was flowers, you weren't defying him...

Reaching across you, he plucked one of them from the ground before placing it on your ear. You smiled softly as he let his fingers drag from your ear to your cheek, sweetly caressing the flesh in the hopes of calming his worries down. "You are the only person in this world that I worry about constantly losing. The village as a whole should be my number one worry, but that's not how I feel. But I also don't want you to feel like you can't do what you want. Therefore..." he trailed off as his eyes once more drifted towards the flower bed.

"Let's make a deal... You listen to my warnings and in turn tell me whether or not you wish to defy them-"

Your mouth opened to argue, you weren't defying him- But his eyes beaming told you he was teasing, so your lips closed back up in the hopes that he'd continue.

"If you want to do something still, I will assign 6 ANBU to you. If you agree to listen to my warnings, then you can stay safe by my side until the danger passes. Either way, I want to ensure you are safe. And I want you to feel free to do as you please"

Your lips curled into a radiant smile, delighted to hear that there would be a compromise where both of you were happy. "Do you accept those terms-" Kakashi was cut off as you tackled him to the ground in a hug, your voice cheerily screaming out "Yes's" like there was no tomorrow. He chuckled softly at your excitement, hand coming up to pull you deeper into his body as if he was still trying to ground himself from the fear that went through his body only 10 minutes ago. You lifted your head from his neck, eyes full of mischief as you looked around the clearing. You didn't see anyone, nor did you sense anyone.

Looking back down at Kakashi, your fingers lifted to his face covering. His fingers clasped around your wrist, eyes sharp in warning as he too took in the surroundings.

"Just one kiss?" your puppy dog eyes made his heart race and, once he realized no one was around, he let you go. He took a deep breath as the cloth was lowered just enough to show his lips, and oh God how he loved your reaction to seeing his face. It wasn't like you never saw it, you saw it every night before bed but it still took your breath away. Leaning down, you pressed your lips softly on his and before he could deepen it, you pulled away and off of him. "Hey! I wasn't done!!" He exclaimed sitting up in the hopes of capturing you before you moved too far. You giggled cheekily before playfully pushing him away, "Don't wanna give you any more kisses" you teased.

His arms wrapped around your body, yanking you back into his embrace before peppering kisses along your neck. The sound of rustling caused you two to freeze. You turned to warn him, fingers reaching for his mask but you noticed that it was already up and he was already aware. Looking back to the source of the sound, you breathed out a sigh of relief. "Oh," you stated as an ANBU officer came out from the tree lines. "Sir, we have covered the perimeter, we are now just waiting for the both of you to come back into the village"

Kakashi nodded at that before dismissing him, promising him that you both would be back in Konoha soon. But you had to do one more thing first.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words, do something? What would you two be doing? Your face softened as he reached across your body to pluck another flower.

"We should probably pluck enough of these for a couple vases, I'm not sure how long we'll be on lockdown"

You nodded but didn't say anything as you turned to help him with plucking the flowers. Once the basket was full, Kakashi stood and helped you up. He dusted off the dirt from your clothing and his cloak before grabbing the basket in one hand and your free hand in the other. "Shall we head back my love?"

You gazed at him lovingly, heart bursting with pure, unfiltered love. "I think we shall mister Hokage." the wink you flew his way had his cheeks heating up in embarrassment, the Hokage term feeling foreign coming from your lips. Your giggle only seemed to make the blush grow deeper as he started yanking you back toward the village. You were trouble, but you were his trouble.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

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P&C | Ch. 12: Purple Marks

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Eyes locked on each other, the walls of the pantry seem to narrow as our bodies become enclosed into one singularity. Jungkook’s hands now outline the sides of my waist as I indulge in more kisses on his soft neck. The marks left on each other's skin turn into soft hues of purple need and desire.

“Baby,” he whispers into my ear, nibbling on the soft flesh.

“Jungkook, I want you,” a soft moan escapes my parted lips. My legs finally touch the ground as he lowers my form, his gaze is hazed but focused on my eyes.

“Trust me, I need you, but not here. I want your pretty voice to echo when I have you,” he says, placing his forehead on mine. We stay like this for a little while, our scents mixing into one, before it's all interrupted by the commotion coming from the living room.

“YAH, where the heck are they? I'm starving!” Tae exclaims, pacing around the dining table for the millionth time.

“I checked upstairs but they weren't there,” Jimin adds as Jiah places extra napkins around each plate.

“I'll give Mira a call maybe …” her sentence is interrupted as Jungkook walks out of the pantry with the teapot I was initially looking for. Trying to ease the suspicion I grab boxes of assorted chocolates from the nearby shelf to keep my hands busy.

“Sorry everyone, Mira's poor eyesight couldn't find the teapot in the dim light,” Jungkook scoffs looking back at my face with a teasing smirk. Before I can even react, Tae pulls us both to our seats.

“Respectfully, I'm about to pass out. Can we please eat now?” he lets out a soft whine, eyes seconds away from tearing up. As everyone falls soft for his desperate state, the Friendsgiving dinner commences.

“I want to thank everyone, especially Jiah for making all of this happen. It's my first holiday without my family and I don't know what I would have done without you guys,” I raise my glass of champagne, eyes focused on Jiah's soft smile as she blows me a kiss. She truly did save me from a total breakdown. If not for this trip, I would have probably just rotted in my dorm the whole break.

“Happy Thanksgiving everyone!” Tae exclaims with his boxy smile as cheers and the sound of glass clinking fill the room.

7:30 a.m.

The morning is quiet as the sun paints the sky in beautiful hues of light blue. My body shifts under the soft duvet, one leg out trying to find that perfect cold spot. As much as I want to stay like this a bit longer, I can practically hear my throat begging for some water. So, I cover myself in a robe and stop by the bathroom to check my face, which ended up being the least of my concerns upon seeing the purple marks on my chest.

“Shit,” I let out a quiet gasp, tracing the hickeys on my now-sensitive skin. Not giving it much thought just yet, I resume my journey downstairs towards the kitchen where I see the culprit behind this mess.

“Jungkook!” I snap at him, careful not to wake the rest of the house.

“Morning Peaches,” Jungkook leans on the countertop as he holds out a glass of water. Wearing a grey pair of sweatpants he decided to ditch the concept of a shirt, his toned abs on full display under the kitchen lights. As I stomp towards him, he extends his arms reaching for my waist until his intentions are interrupted by a slap.

“Off! Look what you did,” I exclaim, untying the not on my robe, exposing my black lacey bra. It doesn’t take long for a grin to form on his face as he leans in closer to examine the outcome of his doing from last night. Tightening the grip on my waist, his lips inches away from my sensitive skin I let out a soft whimper before moving his face up to mine.

“Jungkook, I’m serious, what do I do?” I sigh, furrowing my eyebrows at the mess.

“Why are you so worried? No one is gonna see it, except for me I hope,” he says as his bunny teeth peek through the teasing grin.

“Um hello, we are supposed to go swimming today?” I remind him as my eyes can’t help but roll.

“Oh, shit I forgot ... you can’t even swim though,” he exclaims.

“Yes, I can! I told you I just need some prep time,” I explain to him with annoyance, trying to push myself out of his grip. A short-lived attempt that fails in the end, once I hiss at the sensation of the cold countertop under my robe as Jungkook lifts me onto it. Spreading my legs his body leans in closer, naturally encompassing our embrace into one whole. Hands on either side of me, his gaze is focused on my lips.

“Whatever you say gorgeous,” he whispers, brushing my bottom lip with his thumb before giving it a quick peck. Hands dropping to my exposed chest he outlines the canvas of purple marks, careful not to put too much pressure. Letting out soft whimpers as my hands intertwine in his dishevelled hair I lower my gaze on his hooded eyes.

“I know it hurts but they feel and look so good, damn it” he whines with a certain degree of neediness. Succumbing to his desire, Jungkook leaves gentle kisses on my breast, indulging in their natural scent before meeting my eyes once again.

“I didn’t take you for a boob guy,” I let out a soft chuckle, grinning at his desperate state.

“I’m not but yours did something to me,” he exclaims biting his lip rings. Hearing footsteps coming down the main staircase, he helps me cover up before lifting me back down on the ground. Quickly opening the fridge I pretend to look for something, as Jungkook plops onto the couch, turning on the TV.

“Oh, what are you guys doing up this early?” Jimin exclaims surprised, eyes barely opening. Scratching his head, he makes his way towards the kitchen as I quickly say hi before running back to my room. Looking back I noticed Jungkook’s eyes follow my every move with a shameless grin.

“Jungkookie, can you help me with breakfast?” Jimin's voice echoes from the kitchen.

Rummaging through my makeup bag I search for the one thing that can save me from public embarrassment.

“Oh my God, yes!” I exclaim, pulling out the tube of waterproof foundation. Careful not to get it on my ruffled bikini top, I virtually paint over my whole chest, covering up Jungkook’s traces of possession. Analyzing the final product, I let the foundation dry before putting on a sundress and fixing the mess on my head. It looked believable under the bathroom light, so hopefully, no one will be able to notice it, I thought to myself. Packing up my beach bag, I lock my bedroom door and make my way down to the living room where everyone is ready to head out to the lake.

Jungkook is the first to look up, a frown forming on his face as he notices the absence of his kisses on my skin. Sending him a quick hiss, I try to remain composed as Jiah and Sohee intertwine their hands with mine.

“Looking good ladies,” Jiah cheers, as the three of us giggle while checking each other out. We looked hot, what can I say? Our little chit-chat is quickly interrupted as Tae leans in and pulls us into a group hug.

“What did I do to deserve such a visual friend group?” he grins, letting out a boxy smile as I poke his side. Feeling Jungkook’s chest behind me I quickly retrieve my hand before looking up at his darkened orbs. He doesn’t say anything and instead pulls my beach bag over his shoulder before leading the way with Jimin.

Today is probably the warmest it has been since school started. Clear sky, fresh breeze, birds chirping in the background, the ambience is harmonious, to say the least. Making it to the lake house, we begin unpacking as Jimin sets up the speakers and blasts some Chase Atlantic. Taking my sundress off I can feel Jungkook’s eyes on my bare skin as he comes right behind me.

“You’re killing me,” he whispers into my ear before grabbing the sunscreen out of my bag. Turning his back towards me, he takes off his shirt as I spread the white cream all over his broad shoulders, hesitating at first. He hisses at the cold sensation, before facing me, gaze focused on my lips. Trying to avoid his eyes I quickly spread more sunscreen on my hands, rubbing it all over his chest as my hands outline the defined set of packs that are now glistening in the sunlight. Nibbling on his lip ring Jungkook tries to reach for my waist until Tae calls out my name.

“Yah, Miraya, me next please,” he grins, handing me his sunscreen and straightening his posture. Before Tae attempts to take off his shirt, Jungkook places the sunscreen back into his hands, patting his chest.

“Do it yourself big guy,” Jungkook exclaims with a quick wink, before pulling me towards the water. Hearing Tae’s distant whines, I let out a soft gasp at the feeling of the cold lake.

“Fuck, it’s so cold,” I exclaim, hands already shivering.

“Miraya come in, don’t be a baby,” Jungkook teases, brushing his wet hair back.

“No, I’m scared,” I say, as a soft whimper escapes my mouth. Chuckling at my state, Jungkook swims closer to the shore before his torso is exposed again.

“Come here you baby,” he says, extending his arms for me to grab onto. Which I do as my mouth drops from the feeling of the cold water, our bodies now fully under it. Quickly clasping my arms around Jungkook’s neck I’m left clinging onto his torso as panic completely takes over the control of my body.

“I can swim my ass,” he chuckles, pulling me closer as his grip tightens around my waist.

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pandorasfavorite · 10 months

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Your number one

AN: angst and comfort because I love making myself sad.

You walk into the house furiously and the sun has already set but this conversation would last for hours. “Your always so fucking dependent on her Dominik, you’re beside her 24/7”. If steam could come out of your ears it would.

“Yea she recruited me, that’s what I’m supposed to do”, he counters, his hands splayed infront you on the kitchen counter. Dominik has been following you around your shared home talking or more so arguing with you about being at ringside with Rhea. You scoff loudly showing your displeasure, you look up from the counter that you are wiping down furiously then to Dominik. “You don’t have to do anything, you choice to be all up against her” you point at him furthering the point that he made the decision. Dominiks eyebrows pull together as he starts to get even more upset, “What are you trying to say here?”.

It gets real quiet, eerie even and you feel the tears gather in your eyes at the question you have to ask. You exhale dropping the rag and running your hands down your face, your lip wobbles when you ask, “Are you cheating on me?”. Dominiks face drops immediately and he becomes frenzied that you think that, “What? Honey, no no no. I’d never do that to you”. His feet move quickly so he can get closer to you, he needs to do something, anything to fix this. You squeeze your eyes shut shaking your head side to side while wiping your tears. You turn away from him and put the rag in the sink, you click the bedroom light on after to grab a blanket and your pillow. Dominik trails behind you almost on your heels, he watches you grab your things and it’s obvious what you are doing but he can’t help but ask. “Wha- What are you doing?” You pick up the phone charger before replying, “What does it look like Dominik? I’m sleeping on the couch tonight”. Dominik sighs sadly and runs a hand through his hair, “I’ll sleep on the couch. You take the bed”. He wants you to be comfortable all moments of the day. You don’t look at him or acknowledge his proposal. Your heart is aching because you want your husband, you want him to hold you and kiss your head before going to sleep. You drag your feet to the living room and you lay down clicking off the lights.

Meanwhile in the other room Dominik is sitting on the edge of the bed holding his head in his hands thinking through what he is going to do. Then after 30 minutes of tossing and turning in bed he gives up, Dominik grabs his pillow and the large comforter off the bed. He walks into the living room putting his pillow on the floor beside you before laying down curled up into himself. You aren’t fully asleep yet when you hear his rustling from below. You flip over to peer over the edge of the couch and Dominik is already looking up. “I don’t want you here Dominik”, Dom shakes his head on sadness only finding it in himself to mutter a reply. “I can’t sleep without you”. You are trying your hardest to not swoon…to not give in. “Well you should’ve thought about that” you roll back over and Dominiks eyes or glued onto your back. He holds back his guilty and frustrated tears, he knows he can’t please everyone anymore.

“I don’t want you to go to bed mad mi amor”, he whispers sitting up. Stubborn as ever you chortle back to him “Well that’s too bad”. He’s getting increasingly frustrated. He hops up and sits on the sliver of the couch, moving you by the shoulder to look at you. “I was trying to be a people pleaser, I wanted to make everyone happy. But everyone doesn’t matter… just you. I love you and only you baby. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear.” he speaks to you making intense eye contact to show how much he wants to fix things. “No more ring side with Rhea. I understand that from now on it will be us” you look up at him skeptical of that, “Just us beautiful”. You ponder his apology, really considering of you would accept it. But Dominiks deep eyes and honest voice breaks your resolve, “I just want to be your first choice Dominik that’s all” you say looking up at him longingly.

Dominik nods his head feverishly for a moment, “Always”. You sigh and give him the go ahead, “Okay”. Dominik smiles softly and lovingly before slipping under the covers with you spooning you and kissing your shoulder blade.

#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio fluff #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio fanfiction #dom dom #dominik mysterio x you #dominik mysterio smut #dominik mysterio angst #dominik my bbg

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mrsmothmom · 1 year

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I recently had to deal with some horrible people invading my stream with them saying some not so nice things to me and about others.

I’m still fresh and new to streaming and don’t have mods. How am I supposed to combat this?

buckle up

if you're a streamer reading this, and you have a tip that i haven't mentioned here, please feel free to reblog and add on~

how to deal with assholes

part 1: you are the dad of this rodeo

never forget the most important part of streaming. you are in control. you turn the stream on, you turn it off. you have all the power.

with that out of the way, let's talk about chat moderation.

part 2: a viewer is never more valuable then your time

when new streamers encounter people who are kinda mean, they sometimes feel like they have to put up with it because no one else is watching. this is incorrect.

you do not have to put up with anything - this is your stream and this is your community (even if that community is just you for now). tell mean people to be cool or move on. that is always your right.

part 3: ban them

if someone comes into your stream and makes you and your community uncomfortable, ban them. ask questions, think deeply, feel feelings about it later.

when you ban them, their messages for the last while will go away. they can appeal later and cry about it on their own time. if you ban by mistake, simply unban them and apologize. nice people who enjoy your stream will understand. rude people who don't care about you will be a problem about it. you don't want people in category 2 in your stream anyway.

part 4: what you react to is what you get

the bigger your reaction to something, the more of it you will receive. twitch is all about reactions (just ask xQc).

therefore if people are being mean, they are doing it to see you react. they want evidence that the bullying is working. therefore...

do not let them see you sad

do not let them see you mad

do not let them see you cry

do not argue

do not negotiate

the best reaction you can have to a group of rowdy bullies is the stone-faced enforcement of your power.

part 5: what to do, step by step

in the event that your stream is overtaken by a whole group of assholes (maybe just some bullies, maybe a hate raid), i encourage you to take the following steps:

stop, take a deep breath. all problems are solvable, and all disasters recoverable. do not let panic take over

go on break and mute your mic. don't give them the satisfaction of seeing you upset (the more overwhelming the attack, the more abrupt your break should be - don't bother explaining why you're leaving. if you have time to say anything at all, say that you'll be back in a moment and nothing else)

put chat in emote only mode

put chat is sub only mode

if you can, run some ads (if they're gonna be assholes, you might as well get paid)

if there are an actionable number of people causing the problem (read less than 30 or so), ban them by hand now. you can do more advanced clean up later if you need to. if it's too many to ban, you've gotta end the stream.

once the folks have been cleared out, get back on stream, apologize to your real viewers for the interruption, restore chat and continue on your way. don't bother giving air time to assholes. when it's over, it's over.

if you are too upset to continue stream, don't.

if you use a stream bot, stream deck, or alternative (touch portal, deckboard, etc), you can set many of these actions to a button that you can press to automatically go into SOS mode. i strongly recommend this.

part 6: aftermath

your community will move on as soon as you do. take a moment to calm down, decompress, and remember that those people don't know you and their opinion means nothing. don't let the community dwell on it - that is what they want, for you to be sad for as long as possible.

if you've got a whole ton of bots clogging up your followers, use commander roots tools to clear them out:

part 7: prevention

prevent known bots and assholes from crawling into your stream by using commander roots tools (to pre-ban folks) and sery_bot:

part 8: other security measures

never stream live from a public (as is people you don't bring in can appear) discord channel. if you are live, make sure you have total control over what appears on stream

never click links without checking them off-live first. what your friend thinks is harmless fun might be ban-able by twitch TOS

avoid streaming your entire desktop

people are not entitled to everything they want right when they want it (NO MATTER HOW MUCH MONEY THEY GIVE YOU). people who care about you will wait until your ready and willing do say / do / answer / preform etc. etc.

set community rules and hold everyone and yourself to them.

put disclaimers on links to gift / donate / tip you saying that everything is considered a gift and is non refundable or exchangeable.

part 9 (FINAL): respect yourself

it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks is ok. all that matters is that you feel safe and comfortable. remember:

hit them with the biggest hammer you have, and never look back.

i hope this is helpful. godspeed.

#vtuber uprising #indie vtuber #cyber security #internet safety #safe care #mom answers #discostardust #take care of yourself space cowboy

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luviestarz · 1 year

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nct pt 2

tyonfs masterlist (nct)

NCT FF RECOS

nsheetee’s masterlist (nct)

jenonctcity masterlist (nct)

loviejaehyun masterlist (nct)

gohyuck masterlist (nct)

babyflossy masterlist (nct)

nct fic recs

imagine — making out with nct 127 (m)

holy-hyuck masterlist (nct)

mafia-nct masterlist (nct)

Got Stars in My Eyes - haechan

otptings masterlist (nct, enhypen)

huangels masterlist (nct)

99liners masterlist (nct)

cuteyongs masterlist (nct)

astroyongie masterlist (nct)

[8:02pm] - haechan

in which a spontaneous dance in the kitchen with donghyuck sparks a revelation about how you feel about him.

Scenario — 00 line (dream) reaction to their partner giving them head while they play a game

yunopouts masterlist (nct)

nct dream playing the chapstick challenge

NCT Dream + Sungtaro reaction: their S/O is ticklish

[5 : 18] Yandere!Mark Lee

@flameravn

『 ‎ ‎Ƕąҽçհąղ / ϚէąӀҟҽɾ 』

Haechan breaks into your house, sexual fantasies.

Yandere!Haechan The Sun

NCT Drabbles Mini Masterlist Part 4 (yandere)

﹟♡ · ⁺ yandere!NCT DREAM﹕ how they met their s/o.

LUCID | NCT DREAM ‘00 LINE X READER

bluejaem-recs (nct fic recs)

beware the panty perv ♡ ldh x reader

there’s a mystery at hand! it seems like your panties have been vanishing into thin air whenever you need them most? angry that your favorite pairs of panties are going missing, you decide to put on your detective hat in hopes of finding the mysterious lingerie bandit. but between all of the guys that you sleep with— you can’t seem to pinpoint who the culprit could be. it couldn’t possibly be your absolute geek of a tutor for calculus, right? nah.

pussy fiend (l.dh)

3raaaachachacha masterlist (nct,txt,enhypen)

waking you up with sex － nct dream

SMILE FOR THE CAMERA - jisung, haechan

upon accidentally finding a video of you and your boyfriend haechan doing some very sexual things, jisung knows that he shouldn’t watch it. he knows that it would be an extreme invasion of privacy, but he’s unable to control himself when he sees the thumbnail. so he settles for only watching 30 seconds. except, 30 seconds turns into 30 minutes, and by then he’s buried himself too deep into a life-changing situation—or in which jisung’s terrible at keeping secrets.

jeontaeil masterlist (nct)

𝐭𝐢𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

after spending some time scrolling on tik tok, you came across a cute couple’s prank video and decided to use it on your partner to see his reaction.

saying “its hot in here” and then undressing in front of my bf - haechan

Haechan + blindfold

september 19. - haechan

Inseparable - Slight Yandere!Haechan X Reader

Haechan Fic Recs

Nct Fic Recs || All fics

— a few perv!jisung thoughts <3

nct drabbles masterlist

NCT DREAM + SIMPLE ACTS OF LOVE !

Warm You Up - haechan

SURE THING (L.DH)

young gods (l.dh)

in the midst of committing felonies in the dark, lee donghyuck—your literal partner in crime and ride or die for life—manages to snag your heart in the process without you even realizing it. i mean, what the hell did you expect from seoul city’s most notorious robber?

tooth-rotting love - haechan

[7:43am] - haechan

[7:07 pm] - haechan

three’s a crowd [m] - haechan, jeno

maybe you can have your cake and eat it too, although your friends certainly don’t make it easy.

haechan obsessed with you

bf!haechan x (f) reader — bondage, masturbation (m)

dry humping - jisung

[11:42 PM] - jisung

the right one. (m) - haechan

donghyuck doesn’t like you going on dates with anyone else, especially lee jeno. you’re supposed to be his. and only his.

Haechan As A Boyfriend

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 + 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

nct dream as couple things (that make other people feel sick to their stomachs)

thigh riding with dom jisung

[11:27 PM] - jisung i.l.y. (pt 2)

hyuck drabble (m)

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :: 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

NCT 00 LINE REACTION TO YOU WALKING UP TO THEM NAKED !

NCT 00 LINE + FINDING OUT THEIR S/O IS INTO SOMNOPHILIA !

When They Get Overprotective Of You ~ NCT Dream Reaction

NCT 00 LINE REACTION TO THEIR S/O MAKING THE FIRST MOVE !

Hey baby! You are hotter than Apollo at dawn - haechan

°✵.｡.✰ 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 ✰.｡.✵° - chenle-dressed-in-black

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falcqns · 5 months

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you'll be alright (no one can hurt you now) chapter four

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lucy Chen & Tamara Colins, Tim Bradford & Lucy Chen, background Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Lucy goes on her first date since taking in Tamara. Tim nearly loses his mind when she doesn’t show up for her first scheduled shift back on time.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: canon divergence, (eventually) autistic!Tamara, Tim Bradford would do anything for Lucy Chen, Lucy is a hardcore swiftie, Day Of Death (im so sorry) near death experience, kidnapping, hospitals, being buried alive, Caleb Wright, mentions of Rosalind Dyer, yknow the usual DOD warnings,

don’t forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

A/n: im so sorry for this I hate this episode so much, but it is important to Lucy’s character development and who she is as a person and a cop and I don’t want to change that so we’re going to have to suffer through DOD together. I won’t be going into detail about Lucy’s POV, so I will be doing the majority of this chapter from Tim’s perspective. There’s a bit of a time jump (4 weeks) but not much has changed in Lucy and Tamara’s world.

Tim yawned as he adjusted his badge as he walked out of the locker room. He glanced at Nolan and West standing by the door to Grey’s office, talking to him with concerned looks on their faces. Tim thought it was weird, but then he remembered that Lucy was coming back to work today, and he promptly forgot. He made his way to the break room and poured himself a black coffee into his travel mug, before leaving and heading into the break room.

As he made his way down, he thought about Lucy and how excited he was for her to be back. The last5 4 weeks without her had been filled with nothing but silence and boredom. While Tim would never verbally admit it, he had missed Lucy. He missed her voice, how she ranted about things happening in her personal life, or about drama (or ‘tea’ as she called it) that was happening around the station. He missed the scent of her chai tea latte filling up the shop, he missed paying for that extra meal on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, his days to pay. He missed her immensely, more than he thought he would, and he was very glad that she was back.

Before he could open the door and wait for her, however, he was summoned into Grey’s office. He wrinkled his eyebrows and followed Grey into his office. He grew even more confused when he walked in, and saw Nolan and West sitting there, both looking uneasy and scared.

“Whats going on, sir?” Tim asked.

Grey looked at Nolan, who swallowed, and then spoke. “Lucy did not come home last night. She is not responding to texts or calls.”

“Where did she go?” Tim asked, and Jackson spoke up next.

“She went on a date. She was supposed to come to my apartment,” Jackson said, before side glancing at both Grey and Nolan. “She was going to spend the night with me and then we were going to come to work together, as I live closer. But when I woke up, she wasn’t there. Neither was her car, and I have been trying since 7:30 am to get a hold of her.”

Fear swirled in the bottom of Tim’s stomach. “Who did she go on a date with?”

“C-Caleb Wright.” Nolan said. “With a ‘W’.”

Tim nodded. “Okay.” He said, pondering possibilities in his head briefly. “Is it possible that she’s just running behind and her phone is dead?”

“Well, we thought of that but-“ Jackson said, but John cut him off.

“If she’s just running late and we ring the fire alarm, she’ll get dinged, but-“

“If we don’t, and something terrible happens…” Tim interjected, thoughts trailing off. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, his attention turning to Grey. “What do we do?”

“Well, what do we know about this Caleb guy?”

“Nothing.” Jackson said, shaking his head. “No, he uh-, he said that he worked for a medical supply company. Lucy showed me a video of him playing with a puppy.”

Grey nodded. “Okay. Bradford, take West and run a background check. I want to know everything you can find on Caleb before we knock on his door.” He said. “And find Armstrong.”

Tim nodded. “Right. Come on,” He said, motioning for West to follow him.

He heard Grey talking to Nolan about having him and Nyla run a trace on Lucy’s phone, in order to get her into the MUPS and NaMos systems that the LAPD used.

As Tim and Jackson made it to Armstrongs office, where the detective was just settling in for the day, Grey walked out of his office, and called for everyones attention.

“Everyone listen up,” He said, and the room fell silent. “Officer Lucy Chen has not been seen for approximately 13 hours. Given the circumstance, we cannot rule out abduction,” He said, and Tim breathed deeply, trying to control the nausea that he was feeling.

His rookie was potentially missing. The person he was responsible for training, and for keeping safe while out on the streets. The person that was, even now, the best rookie he had ever trained, and ever will train. His Lucy could be missing, and he didn’t know what to do other than to focus, and do whatever Grey told him to do in order to find her.

“So stop whatever you’re doing.” Grey continued. “I want everyone on this until she’s located.” He said, before turning to an officer. “Notify S.O., see if they can shag calls for service.

Tim turned his focus to the computer that Armstrong was using as Nyla walked up to Grey. He overheard her say that the GPS on her phone was disabled, and he began to hyper focus on the words on the screen. He was no help to anyone, much less Lucy, if he was panicking. He had to remain calm, and get the background check like Grey had ordered him to.

“Caleb Wright doesn’t seem to exist.” Armstrong said, concern evident on his face.

Tim’s anxiety grew. What was going on? Tim shook his head and walked around the desk to look at the computer screen.

“That’s impossible,” He said. “I saw his social media page.”

“Well, it’s gone now, so he must have erased it.” Armstrong said. “But if he is our guy, then he’s already faked one identity.”

“Bryan Coleman,” West chimed in.

Armstrong nodded. “Exactly.” He agreed, pointing at Jackson. “He stole his life to gain access to the old zoo. Used it’s isolation to kill his victims,”

Tim nodded, understanding where Armstrong was leading. “But with that place burned, he’s gonna need new killing ground.” The though of Lucy being his next victim made his stomach churn, and his heart thud painfully in his chest. He couldn’t lose her. She had changed him so much already in their short time together, and he wasn’t ready for her 13 months with him to be up, much less to never see her again because she was murdered. He had to save her, but it angered him that he didn’t know how. He didn’t know the true identity of who took her, where she is, the state that she’s in, or if she’s even still alive. And that thought killed him.

Armstrong nodded at Tim. “My guess is that he already has one, and thats where Lucy is right now.” Armstrong picked up the phone, and Tim nodded at West, motioning to the door.

“Lets go.” He said, and Jackson lead them out of his office and towards the stairs.

“If we don’t find her-“ Jackson started, but Tim stopped, and turned to look at him.

“Don’t.” He said, cutting him off. “Don’t go there. If she was taken by him, the only way that you are good to her is if you are focused solely on saving her, not playing worst-case scenarios.”

Jackson nodded, gulping. “Right.” He said. “Sorry. I’m just worried.” Tim nodded.

“I know. I am too.” He admitted, and almost laughed at the shock evident on the rookie’s face. “But, we need to focus on her. This is not about us and how we’re feeling. This is about finding her, and saving her before it’s too late.”

Jackson nodded. “Okay. You’re right. What do we do now?” He asked, and they continued their journey down to the main floor.

“We go and tell Grey what we know, and wait for further instructions.”

“Okay. Is it okay if I just run to the bathroom quick?” Jackson asked, and Tim nodded. He could tell that Jackson was starting to panic, and needed a moment alone to collect himself.

“‘Course.” He said. “Meet me in his office when you’re done.” Jackson nodded, and Tim watched him walk towards the bathroom. Tim was about to turn to walk to Grey’s office, when he saw Jackson pull his phone out and make a call. He stopped, watched him for a moment, but decided not to eavesdrop on his call. If it was important to finding Lucy, he knew West would fill him in. If it wasn’t, it was personal, and Tim could honestly care less.

He walked into Greys office, and Grey immediately stopped what he was doing to look up at him. “What did you find out about Caleb?”

Tim shook his head, his hands on his hips. “He doesn’t exist. It seems to be an alias. And we figure that if he’s already faked one identity,” He said, and paused when the door opened. Jackson walked in and Tim looked at him, silently asking if he was good. Jackson nodded, and Tim continued speaking. “If he’s faked one identity already, then it has to be Bryan Coleman.”

Jackson picked up where Tim left off. “We speculate that he used his identity to gain access to the old zoo, and used to the isolation to his benefit to kill his victims, but since we’ve found that spot already, he has to find somewhere new.”

“And that’s where Lucy is.” Grey finished, his head nodded. “Alright. Nolan and Harper are on their way back to the hospital after talking to the victim we saved yesterday. Go take 5, and we’ll reconvene in the briefing room when they’re back.”

“Yes, sir.” Tim and Jackson said at the same time. They left the office, and Jackson headed left, towards the front door, presumably to wait for Nolan. Tim however, went and sat in the briefing room.

He didn’t want to take 5. He wanted to be on the streets, knocking on doors, finding out where Lucy was. He wanted to find her and bring her home. He wanted to find her, and make sure that she knew that no matter how tough he was with her; no matter how many Tim Tests he puts her through, he cared about her, and he wanted nothing more than for her to be safe. She needed to be home. She needed to be at the station with him, not being held somewhere unknown by a serial killer’s protege.

He blinked back tears in surprise as his foot tapped against the floor, watching the minutes slowly tick down. Why was he crying? Tim Bradford rarely cried, not because he didn’t find things sad, but because he didn’t allow himself to. The last time he fully allowed himself to break down in tears was the drive home from serving Isabel with divorce papers. He couldn’t let himself cry over Lucy, especially now. If he did, it would mean revealing his weakness, and he wasn’t ready for that yet. He wasnt ready for the looks, the whispers, the questions. The higher ups asking his nature of his relationship with Lucy. He couldn’t do that. Not to himself, and especially not to Lucy, who wasn’t even a P2 yet. So, he swallowed the lump in his throat, and sniffed, blinking away the tears.

He had barely blinked away the last tear when Armstrong came into the room, and walked up to the whiteboard that had all of the important facts about Lucy and her disappearance.

“The bartender at Las Torres recognized Lucy and Caleb.” He said, and Tim sat up straighter, hope beginning to build in his chest. “The good news-“ he continued. “Theres a security camera in the parking lot, so we know that they left at 9:05. The bad news?” Armstrong clicked on the monitor in the room to reveal the footage of Caleb leading Lucy out of the bar by her upper arm. “The camera angles too steep to recognize faces.”

Tim sighed, shaking his head. All he wanted, all anyone in this room wanted was to find Lucy, but it seemed that at every turn so far, the universe was working against them. And Tim hated it with a passion. Tim let a breath out from his nose, attempting to calm the burning fury in his body. There wasn’t a lot that made Tim angry enough to feel the need to fight God, but someone he lo- no, cared about, being in any sort of pain was certainly enough.

“Two minutes later,” Armstrong resumed speaking. “This car drove by.” Tim watched as a grey car drove through the frame, and Tim sighed, knowing that Lucy was most likely inside of it.

“The licence plate on Caleb’s car was reported stolen earlier that day,” Grey said, looking between the room and the images on the monitor. “Officer Chen’s care was found in the alley where she left it last night. Which means, we believe that Caleb is Rosalind’s protege, and he took Officer Chen.”

Tim sighed in disappointment. He knew that what they were saying was the truth, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Tim picked up the rapid breathing of his heart, and the anxiety fluttering in his stomach, a silent threat of the possible reappearance of his breakfast. But, before he could spiral fully, Grey caught his attention again.

“I know how upsetting this is, but we have to remain focused. She’s counting on us.” Tim heard Grey ask if there were any questions, but Tim didn’t stick around to find out. He walked out of the room, pulling his phone out as he walked.

He dialled Angela’s number, and breathed, knowing his best friend would be able to sense the shakiness of his voice no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“What’s up?” She answered casually.

“Hey. Lucy’s been taken. I need you.” He said simply, and waited for her response. The line was silent for a moment before Angela spoke again.

“On my way.” Tim hung up the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket, walking back into the briefing room.

When he re-entered, Nolan was up at the front, relaying the information that he and Harper had gotten from the other victim at the hospital.

“Nora was abducted two nights ago.” He said. “We found her 18 hours later, already tattooed, and about to be put in a barrel to be suffocated. This makes Caleb’s timeline from abduction to death approximately 24 hours.” Tim’s hands shook listened.

“Which means we have less than 10 hours to find Lucy.” Jackson said, his face portraying everything Tim was feeling.

“Unless we’re wrong, and she’s dead already.” Armstrong stated casually, and Tim dug his nails into the palm of his hands to prevent himself from punching Armstrong for even thinking to suggest such a stupid idea. No, she was alive, but they needed to find her before she wasn’t anymore.

“No,” Harper interjected. “Look, I know I haven’t known Lucy as long as the rest of you, but I do know she is a fighter.” She said, glancing back at Tim briefly. “She’s gonna do everything she can to stay alive until we save her.” Tim nodded in agreement, watching as people filed out of the room, but Tim remained rooted to his spot, staring at her picture on the whiteboard.

He needed her safe. He needed her by his side, where he knew she was alive, and okay. He didn’t know how he was going to get through these next few hours, but he knew that he had to do it so that his rookie, his Lucy, would be safe.

He suddenly found himself sitting down next to Jackson, answering calls, when Angela walked into the station, Wesley trailing behind her.

“Hey,” he said, standing up to greet her. “Thanks for coming in.”

“Of course,” She said, looking to the side of her, and seeing the phones that him and Jackson, and two other officers were manning. “Grey’s got you on tip lines?”

Tim nodded. “Nothing says we got squat like listening to the public.” He looked up at Wesley. “Day off?”

Wesley nodded, not making eye contact with Tim. “Yeah, something like that.” Tim looked at him suspiciously, but let it go. “Can I help?”

Tim crossed his arms. “Whats your tolerance for cranks and asshats wasting your time?”

Wesley shrugged. “I’m a public defender.”

Tim nodded his head to the phones. “Have at it.”

“This is useless,” Tim said, turning to Angela as Jackson spoke to Wesley. “We should be on the streets kicking down doors.”

“Who’s doors?” Angela asked, a concerned look on her face.

“I don’t know,” He answered honestly. “But I-I can’t just sit here.” He stormed away, desperate to do something, anything, to bring Lucy home.

Of course, Angela being Angela, followed after him. “Wait up!”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I’m fine, just blowing off steam.”

“I get it,” Angela said, following after him. “But you got to get your head in the game.”

Frustrated, Tim turned around to face her. “I don’t need a pep talk.”

“Then why’d you call me?” She demanded. “Clearly, you need to get something off of your chest.”

Tim sighed. “This is my fault.” He answered, looking down at his shoes.

“What?” Angela asked. “How?”

“The day I came back from my leave, I went to her apartment after shift. No one would tell me anything about why she was off. I questioned her, but she wouldn’t tell me. Something was going on, and I should have pressed her more. I should have been there for her, I’m her training officer for gods sake. I should have known something was wrong.”

Angela took a step closer. “Tim, she didn’t tell anyone. All we know about her leave is what Jackson and John have been permitted to tell us. Something happened, and she needed time off to deal with it. That doesn’t make you a bad training officer. You did all you could.” She explained.

“I could have done more.” Tim stated, before turning to walk away.

“What is it about her?” Angela asked, making Tim stop in his tracks.

“What?” He asked, turning around, confusion all over his face.

“Look, I’ve known you since before you became a TO. You’re hard on your rookies, but you’re also fiercely protective over them. But with Lucy, you are more over protective than you have with any other rookie. You’ve honestly been quite lenient on her so far. So, what is it about Lucy that makes you feel like you should have prevented this? That you should have protected her better, or been there for her more? You’ve always said that you’re their training officer, not their friend. What is it about Lucy that changed that for you?”

Tim shook his head, before looking up at Angela. She’d been his best friend for years. He could never hide anything from her, even if he wanted to. He knew that she would instantly see through whatever bullshit answer he would give her, so he decided to be truthful. As much as he could be with himself, anyways.

“She turned around and smiled at me.” He said, his voice quiet and shaky. A crease formed on Angela’s forehead, showing her confusion. “Her first day, when Grey said she was paired with me, she turned around, and smiled at me. I don’t know what it was, but she’s got this grip on me, and I don’t know why. I don’t know how to not care about her this much.” He said, a stray tear, falling from his eye as he spoke.

“Tim…” Angela said quietly. “Tim, I think you know why.” Tim shook his head immediately, knowing what she was getting at.

“No,” he responded. “Thats not it. She’s my rookie, I would never cross that line.”

Angela smiled sadly. “I know you wouldn’t. That doesn’t mean your heart doesn’t still want her.”

Tim shook his head, trying to protest, but his face betrayed him, crumpling as he fought to stop the sob clawing its way out of his throat. Angela didn’t say anything, just pulled him into her arms, and held him as he cried.

“We’re going to find her,” She said eventually. “Whatever it takes.”

—-

An hour later, and Tim had calmed down. His sadness and anxiety was now replaced by anger. Anger that was stronger than before, and made him want to burn the world to ashes just to find her. And that’s exactly what he was going to do.

“Problem officer?”

Tim wasted no time in reaching through the open window, grabbing a fistful of the Benjamins hair, and slamming his face onto the steering wheel.

“You listen to me very carefully,” He spat. “Your name is Benjamin Lassie. You’re a mid level idiot who controls every illicit item that enters the Central California Women’s Facility. And today is your day of reckoning.” He squeezed tighter. “Now, I am responsible for a life that is in jeopardy, and I will do whatever I have to to save her. Do you understand?” He demanded.

“Theres a man who gives you items to smuggle onto death row for Rosalind Dyer. You are gonna give me that man.” He continued.

“Why would I do that?” Benjamin demanded.

Tim squeezed even tighter. “Because if you don’t, I will pull you inside out.” He threatened, and he then watched with a sickening satisfaction as Benjamin saw his life flash before his eyes, and spit out the name; Jerry Havel.

Tim smiled, released Benjamin, and sent him off with a threatening look that told him Tim would follow through with his threats if he said a word about what just happened to anyone.

Jackson then shakily followed him back to the shop, and as soon as he shut the door, Tim was speeding back to the station while Jackson typed his name into the computer to do a background check.

“Any information you get, you text it immediately to Lopez.” Tim said in a calm tone, feeling bad for scaring him.

“Yes, sir.”

—-

30 minutes later, Tim had managed to get a S.W.A.T. team and a no knock warrant together, ready to raid Jerry Havel’s place. Tim followed behind S.W.A.T. as they moved in on Havel’s place.

They paused briefly at the door, before busting it open, and running inside. “Go, go, go!” One of the S.W.A.T. member said as Jerry began to run. Another officer shot him in the right shoulder, and he fell to the ground on his face.

Tim ran up to him, Jackson following behind. He grabbed him, and turned him over. “Where’s Lucy?” His heart dropped into his stomach when he realized that the man he was faced with was not Caleb. “That’s not - that’s not Caleb.” He said, moving away from the man in front of him. “Damn it!” he yelled in frustration.

He tried to control his breathing as Jackson took over, yelling at the man about his name, and where he worked. Tim looked back at Jerry, who told them through stuttering that his name was in face Jerry Havel, but he had never worked at that prison, and had been on disability for the last five years after an inmate shivved him during a riot.

“Look, DOC clearly states that you work at that prison.” Jackson said.

Jerry sighed and looked down. “My identity was stolen.” He said. “Right around 3 years ago. Really screwed up my credit.”

Tim nodded, making the connections in his head. “Caleb used Jerry’s identity to get into prison, get close to Rosalind.”

“Just like he stole Bryan Coleman’s identity.” Jackson finished as he holstered his gun.

“Is this connected to the officer that was abducted?” Jerry asked.

Tim nodded. “Yeah.” He said, tears welling up in his eyes as he spoke. “And you were our last shot at saving her.”

Tim moved on auto pilot for the next hour. So much so, that he didn’t remember anything between leaving Jerry’s house, and arriving back at the station. Once he arrived there, he was handing over a file that had a record of the credit card charges on the card that Caleb had used under Jerry’s name that Jackson had found.

“Hey, hey,” He said, getting Angela’s. Grey’s, and Wesleys attention. “We got something.” He said, dropping the file on the table. “Caleb used Jerry’s identity to rent a post office box in Kern County, near the prison. But, he kept it up after he quit.” He explained, as Angela opened the file, and began pouring through the contents. “Still pays for it. He must have a place close by.”

Angela grabbed a piece of paper, and read from it, comparing what was in the file with her own notes. “Rosalind’s family - her trust owns a farm in Kern County.” She handed him the paper that showed evidence of the farm.

Before he knew it, he was in the stations helicopter, racing to Kern county with Angela, Grey, Jackson, with Nyla and John on the ground in a shop.

When they landed on the farm in Kern County, Nolan told them that Caleb was dead, and that Lucy was buried somewhere on the property. Tim felt a sick sense of happiness knowing that Caleb was dead. He was gone, and now he could never touch a single hair on her head again. She was one step closer to being safe, and now all they had to do was dig her up before it was too late.

Nolan thrust a phone into Angela’s hands. Angela looked down, watching the video of Lucy inside the barrel. “I can’t even tell if she’s still breathing,” She said anxiously, looking up at Grey.

“Spread out.” Grey commanded. Tim looked around, trying to find a good place to start looking. “Airship, we have an officer buried alive.” The panic that Tim had been desperately trying to keep at bay came bubbling to the surface, and his chest started to constrict as he looked at the open fields. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to keep the tears at bay, but knowing at some point in the next few minutes, he would be crying. Either from relief, or grief.

He took a moment to calm himself, repeating the words he had said to Jackson earlier in the day to himself in his head. “The only way that you are good to her is if you are focused solely on saving her, not playing worst-case scenarios.”

He turned to look at the house briefly, before realizing that there was no way Caleb would have buried her close to the house. He turned to Jackson and explained, before summoning Jackson to follow him. He took off running as far as he could as fast as he could.

A few minutes later, they came to the top of a hill. “Lets split up,” He suggested to Jackson. “You go left, alright?” Jackson nodded, and took off to the left. Tim continued forward, looking around for any possible sight that Caleb could have buried her.

Then, as he was coming down the slope of another hill, something caught his eye. A sparkle, so bright it nearly blinded him briefly. He didn’t think anything of it at first, but then realized that there wasn’t much around there that could produce a sparkle like that. He took a step closer and looked again, finding the sparkle once more. He ran up to the spot the sparkle originated from, and fell to his knees in front of it.

He scooped up the source of the sparkle, and could have cried right then and there when he realized what it was.

Her ring. Her moonstone ring.

He stood up, and began looking around in the dirt for any indication that she could be close. He began kicking dirt around, and stomping, hoping to God that she had dropped it on purpose, and it wasn’t another one of Caleb’s tricks.

But, when he stomped again, and heard the unmistakable sound of rubber on metal, he knew it wasn’t a trick. Lucy had left him a clue, and she was right there.

He stomped two more times just to be sure, but once he heard the clanging two more times, he turned around and shouted. “I’VE GOT HER!” He then pocketed the ring, dropped to his knees, and began digging with his bare hands.

His hands ached after a few seconds, the sharp rocks in the sand cutting and digging into his skin, but his need to save Lucy, get her out of that barrel outweighed all of that. He was so close to her, he just needed to keep going.

A few moments later, Nyla, Jackson, and Angela joined him in the digging, with the rest of the officers headed their way. The local PD joined in moments later, bringing shovels, making the process move quicker. The metal of the shovels hit the metal of the barrel, and Tim choked out a sob.

“Guys,” He managed to say. “Right here.” He said as he reached forward for the latch on the barrel, pulling it towards him. It took two pulls, but on the second one the latch snapped, and the lid came off.

He threw it behind him, and looked into the barrel.

There she was, hunched over, her curled hair laying over her back, tangled with dirt and blood.

“Come on!” Tim yelled, and began pulling Lucy out of the barrel. Everyone joined in and helped him get her out and onto the ground.

He touched her head softly once she was laid on the ground, and leaned in, listening for breathing. He heard Grey ask if she was breathing, but didn’t answer. When he heard no breathing, he cupped her chin and her forehead, breathing two rescue breaths into her mouth to help her lungs inflate. He then moved his hands to her chest and started compressions, watching her face for any sign of life.

As he did the compressions, all he could focus on was her. He got to her, now all he could do was hope he could restart her heart in time. The more compressions he did, the more desperate he became. Why wasn’t her heart starting to beat? Why wasn’t she moving, breathing, crying? Was she-

Lucy gasped in a deep breath, her body starting to shake. Tim cried out in happiness as her eyes fluttered open. He reached behind her and helped sit her up, cradling her to his chest when she burst into tears, curling towards his chest.

“You’re okay,” He whispered to her, as he pulled her closer. As he held her, he noticed that all of the anger, pain, anxiety, and fear had disappeared. As soon as she took that gulping breath in, his body knew she was safe, that she was alive.

“You’re okay,” He whispered into her hair. Even after all that she went through, she still smelled like herself, and it calmed Tim down even further. “You’re safe. I’ve got you. He can’t hurt you anymore.” He whispered as he cradled her head to his chest.

He breathed deeply, letting the tears fall from his eyes. They got to her in time, and she was going to be okay. She was back in his arms, she was breathing, and was crying. All signs she was a survivor.

——

Tim rode with her in the ambulance. When the paramedics had arrived on scene, she refused to let go of Tim, starting to go into a panic attack whenever someone tried to separate her from him. Once they had gotten her into the ambulance, and had taken her vitals, they gave her a sedative, and she fell asleep within a minute, still holding tightly to Tim’s hand.

Tim held onto her hand the entire ambulance ride, and then helicopter ride back to St Stephens, his eyes locked onto the bleeding marks from where she had been bound at the wrists. He didn’t let go until they landed at St Stephens, and she was rushed into the back to be examined.

He was shown into a waiting room, where he was told that Dr Sawyer would come and get him when he could see her. He was about to sit down, when his phone began to ring. He fished it out of his pocket, and answered it, briefly seeing Nolan’s name flash across the screen.

“Tim,” John said as soon as he picked up. “Listen, I don’t want you to question what I’m about to ask you, I just need you to do it.” He said, and Tim, who was still in shock from everything, just agreed, and listened to what John had to say. “I need you to go to Mid Wilshire Childcare Centre. You need to go to the baby room and pick up Tamara Chen, and bring her to the hospital. Don’t forget your ID. You’re on the approved pick up list and I’ve called ahead, so don’t worry about any questions. There will be someone waiting for you at the front door to show you where to go, alright?” He said, and Tim, who was utterly confused now, nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, okay.” He said goodbye to John, and left the hospital immediately after informing the nurses that he would be back. He hopped in the shop, stopped by the station briefly to grab a carseat, and then hopped back in the shop.

He pulled into Mid Wilshire Childcare Centre, and grabbed his drivers licence out of his wallet, before making his way to the front door. There was a middle aged woman waiting for him, a smile on her face.

“Tim Bradford, I’m assuming?” She said, and Tim nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The lady nodded. “I’m Martha, the chef here. If you follow me, I can show you to the baby room. I know you’re in a hurry.” She said. She turned, put a code into a key pad, and entered the building, Tim following behind her. As soon as they walked in, Martha turned right, and led him to the end of the hallway. They entered a small classroom with two educators, and 4 babies. 2 of the babies were playing in a water table, the other one was sitting at the table, eating banana, and a third one, who didn’t look older than a few weeks old, being held in a rocking chair by another educator.

“Tim, this is Ella, and Cara. Ella is Tamara’s primary educator.” Martha said, and Tim nodded to her.

“Nice to meet you, Ella.”

Ella smiled. “You too, sir.” She said. “Tamara has had a really good day today. She slept well, drank both bottles, and enjoyed our walk we took them on.” She said, as she went over to the other educator, Cara, and took the small infant from her.

She carried her over, and Tim blinked quickly, realizing that the small infant must be Tamara. “Okay, thank you.” Tim said.

Ella smiled. “No problem. We will need some more wipes for her, probably in the next day or so.” Tim nodded.

“Okay perfect. Is there anything else?”

“Oh, yes.” Ella said, grabbing the binder off of the counter. “Could I just see your ID?”

Tim nodded and handed it over. Ella compared the names before smiling and handing it back.

“Thank you.” She said, putting the binder down. “If you follow me, I’ll show you Tamara’s things.”

Tim followed Ella as she showed him her cubby, and handed him her backpack.

“Okay, you’re all set, we’ll see you later.” Ella said and Tim thanked her again before following Martha out of the building.

“Have a good night,” Martha said, holding the door open for him.

“Thank you, you too,” He responded, looking down at the small infant in his arms that apparently belonged to Lucy.

“Okay, little one,” he said quietly, opening up the door to the shop, and buckling her in her carseat. “Let’s go see Mama, I guess.”

—-

When Tim walked back into the waiting room, he was greeted with Grey and Luna sitting together. They both turned to look at him when he walked in with the baby carrier, and Grey smiled.

“Oh good,” Grey said. “You didn’t have any issues picking up?” He asked, and Tim shook his head no.

“No, sir. I guess Nolan called ahead because she was ready to go when I got there.” He said.

Grey chuckled. “You look confused, son.”

Tim laughed quietly, sitting down, and placing the car seat at his feet. “I am very confused. When did Lucy have a baby?” He asked, as he bent down and got Tamara out. Tamara gazed up at him as he lifted her up, holding her head in one hand and bum in the other.

“She didn’t,” Grey said. Tim looked at him, confused. Grey sighed. “Look, I’m going to tell you this simply because you need to know why you’re holding a baby that shares a name with your rookie.” He said, and Tim nodded. “When you were on leave for your GSW, Lucy was on patrol with Wrigley. She found a mother OD’d, just hours after having given birth to her.” He said, pointing to Tamara. Tim’s eyes locked onto the tiny infant while Grey spoke.

“Lucy came with her to the hospital, and when DCFS showed up, Lucy asked to take her in, as she is an emergency foster parent. DCFS agreed, and that’s why Lucy went on leave.” He said, and Tim looked at him in shock.

“Oh,” He said, stunned.

Grey nodded. “Yep. Then, 4 weeks ago, she got a call from DCFS stating that they were unable to locate any of her family, and Lucy was given the option to adopt her.”

Tim smiled. “Which she took.” He said, running his thumb over her cheek.

Grey nodded, as Luna sat on the other side of Tim.

“Yes,” Luna said. “And she’s doing a terrific job as a single mother.”

Tim smiled again, moving Tamara closer to his chest. “I have no doubt about that.” He said. “Gosh, she’s so beautiful.” He commented, as Tamara’s eyes fluttered shut.

“That she is,” Grey said. “Look, please don’t be mad with Lucy over hiding this from you. She was just trying to protect Tamara.”

Tim nodded. “I know, and I’m not. But I am going to tell her that I am going to help her, in anyway she needs. I’m her training officer, but also her friend, and I’m going to help her through this.”

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You’re On Your Own

Late Spring 1/?

2/?

Warnings: no rin only pompompurin

Word Count: ~3300

By twenty-three you’ve graduated from university and have found a cushy office job in Shibuya.

With adulthood you’ve settled into a nice routine:

Mornings include a stop to your favorite coffee shop two blocks away from your train stop. Work goes from 8:30 am until 5:43 pm, after which you go to the gym, you catch the 7:04 pm train home. Dinner is a lonesome affair where you always cook enough to pack for lunch the next day.

On some weekdays there are invitations to go out with your coworkers or an old college friend that has come into town.

Saturdays are designated ‘adventure days’ picking a new spot to explore spot in the city. It provides equal opportunity to people watch and spend time alone (unless you’ve gone out of your way to invite a friend to join).

It’s how you find yourself playing arcade games and attempting (and succeeding) to beat the highest scores of whatever game you find interesting. You’re currently halfway through your fourth game (only 536 points short of the high score) when you see two figures a few machines down.

Approaching the next level of your game, you opt to ignore them. Until they come closer, that is.

They’ve each taken presence at your shoulders, peering over at your progress.

They must think themselves unnoticeable and are likely waiting for you to lose before speaking to you.

Undeterred, you confront them while still moving the joycons in the correct order.

“Can I help you?”

“Sorry to bother you —” the one on your left starts.

“It was you, wasn’t it,” his friend cuts him off.

“You’ll have to be more specific,” your last word punctuated by the mashing of a button.

You’ve beaten the high score with your last move and decide to stop playing.

“You’re ‘PRIN’.”

His tone lame and bored, pulls a smile out of you. You recall the previous first place usernames of the few games you’ve played.

“You must be ‘BONO’, nice to meet you,” you tease finally turning around to face both boys.

Bono stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head, while Bono’s friend looks at least slightly embarrassed.

“It’s actually supposed to be ‘PURIN’ for Pompompurin, but you know.”

You shrug your shoulders in explanation and follow up with your name, properly introducing yourself.

“I’m Isagi and this—,” the one formerly on your left gestures over to Bono,“is Nagi.”

Bono cuts straight to the chase.

“Well Purin, it’s the first time I see your name around here. What are you up to?”

You can’t help but snort.

Is he serious?

“Well, clearly I’m conspiring to dethrone you,” your tone is teasing and light.

You explain that it’s your first time at the arcade and you’re enjoying a day off.

And Bono realizes that you aren’t a serious gamer and are no threat to the rest of his standings.

He simply hums in response.

Isagi’s shoulders have dropped, relaxing after he sees that you’ve not taken offense to his friend’s attitude.

“How did you get so good at them?” Isagi asks.

“A college friend of mine was pretty into coding video games, old and new. Taught me to identify patterns.”

That piques Nagi’s interest, he’d never thought of approaching his games from a coding perspective.

A lull in the conversation settles before Nagi breaks it.

“Yoichi, you can go ahead and get lunch without me.”

“Um, but we’re supposed to meet up with the rest of —”

“Tell them I’ll be late.”

Frustration crosses the blue-eyed boy’s face.

“You promised last time it wouldn’t happen next time. This is next time.”

You’re a spectator to what might be one of the oddest interactions in human history.

“But—”

“No, we already agreed.”

It’s like watching a parent explain to a young child why they can’t have a toy.

Isagi sighs.

Nagi pouts as he pulls his phone out of pocket and throws his phone in your direction.

You barely manage to catch it as you stare at it.

Another sigh escapes Isagi along with a, “fucking hell”.

Now it’s your turn to stare at Bono as if he’s grown a second head.

“What am I supposed to with this?”

The full grown man before you stomps his foot and crosses his arms, shyly looking away.

“Can I have your number?’

Oh.

Isagi looks as shocked as you feel.

You’re not quite sure what is it that possesses you to agree, but you do.

“Um, sure.”

“Just put in your contact info, I’ll put you under Pompompurin.”

You hand Nagi his phone, a smile on both of your faces.

Isagi, pulled out of his confused stupor checks the time.

“We better get going. It was nice to meet you.”

“Likewise Isagi.”

Both men turn around and walk out, before you’re out of earshot Nagi shouts back.

“See you around, Purin.”

You can only respond in kind.

“Bye Bono!”

—

You exchange short texts with Nagi throughout the next two weeks.

You learn several things during this time:

1. It is confirmed, that while Pompompurin does in fact best suits your personality; Gudetama best fits Nagi.

2. Nagi is least likely to respond while you’re commuting to work, but most likely to respond once you’re on your way home. He says that while you’re going to work, he’s managed to fit in his workout and is taking his first nap of the day.

3. Nagi, though seemingly lazy and unmotivated, has a competitive streak so fierce that you can’t help but admire him for it.

and most importantly,

4. Nagi wants your help to destroy all the 2-player arcade game records that he hasn’t been able to beat.

It’s such a funny idea, you can’t help but agree.

You meet Nagi the following Saturday, he wastes no time directing you over to the first game.

Little to no conversation is shared between you. Anything that slips is a compliment or a suggestion.

You lose the game the first three times. On the fourth attempt, the two of you have synced up your in-game movements.

It takes nearly an hour, but you both finally achieve the high score.

“What’s our team name going to be?”

You think for a second.

“How about ‘GUDEPRIN’?”

Lazy pudding.

Nagi punches in the name in agreement.

For three months Saturdays and Sundays have become dedicated for hanging out with Nagi.

Occasionally, Isagi drops by with a second friend of theirs to whisk him away for some other planned meeting. On such days, you leave ready to follow some other possible adventure (or the scent of food if you’re hungry).

However, today is different.

Isagi and his friend, who has introduced himself as Bachira, linger as you play with Nagi.

You chalk it up to the oncoming summer heat, Isagi and Bachira must be seeking refuge from the sun.

Conversation flows between four of you and you finally gather to courage to ask, “How d’you all meet each other?”

A look is shared between them.

“Club sport,” their voices in unison.

“Ah, so you all kept it up after college?”

Isagi is the first one to respond, “Something like that.”

“What spo—”

Nagi cuts you off.

“We ought to head out.”

The transition pulls you away, yet you take note of the suspicious nature.

“Of course, see you next week?”

The question is directed for all of them.

“Actually… Purin,” Bachira sweetly speaks “wanna join us for a meal?”

“When exactly?”

“Right now, of course.”

It’s punctuated by such an innocent laugh that you almost believe there’s something reasonable about it

“I wouldn’t want to interfere.’

“No, it’s fine. It would just be us,” Isagi amends.

“Would’ya mind?”

Unsure if Nagi would be alright with your interference.

Nagi finally speaks up,“No, Reo pays anyways.”

Oh, okay. Thanks Reo (whoever you are).

Isagi spills the truth first.

“Professional.”

The words bounce around the corners of your mind as you mull on the conversation while safely in the confines of your apartment.

“Blue Lock”

You elect to not search their names, you’re sure that if and when you do you’d most likely have to face some other reality about a past you left behind.

“Striker.”

Some part of you feels like an idiot for not recognizing them.

Surely, you’d caught some glimmer of their face years ago.

However, Nagi hadn’t been exactly caught up on that.

“It’ve been such a hassle if you started acting differently.”

He was right, it would have.

Your phone pings from the other side of the couch, pulling you from your daze.

UNKOWN:

(=^·ｪ·^=)

You don’t even to respond to find out who’s on the other end.

It’s Bachira.

You see Nagi, Isagi, and Bachira only a handful of times after the reveal.

Eventually, they leave to Europe for their pre-season training.

You return to your previous weekend schedule of exploring Tokyo. Sometimes passing by the arcade if you’re in the area (you tell yourself it's just to make sure you’re holding on to your rankings).

Maybe you miss your new friends a bit more than you let on.

“It’s a practice match.”

You hum along to Bachira’s comments over the group facetime.

“In Spain then?”

“Germany,” Isagi chimes.

“That’s what makes it so great, you’d come and see us all!”

Bachira seems delighted at the prospect while Nagi doesn’t say anything at all. You can see his phone in hand at the corner of his screen.

With golden week approaching, the game perfectly coincides with your time off.

The idea sits in the air for a moment.

“I’ll think about it, just give me-”

“Purin, what’s your legal name.”

Was Nagi even paying attention to the conversation?

You respond before continuing your half-assed excuses.

“I might have some things to catch up on.”

“We understand, we thought we might extend the offer anyways.”

Your phone vibrates on your desk, you glance at the new email notification.

‘FLIGHT RESERVATION’

Nagi.

Your slack jaw must be a bit more obvious than you’d want.

Bachira and Isagi are about to voice their concerns.

“Reo paid.”

And once they see your pout, the dots connect.

Bachira cheers, Isagi laughs, and Nagi continues playing on his phone.

“D’you know much about soccer?”

Isagi and you are in the stands waiting for Nagi and two of his teammates.

“Mmm, yeah a bit. I was really into it before high school.”

Of course, you want to tell him about the piles of jerseys in your parents’ house and your collectible cards that you started collecting around five. But that’s a can of worms you're not ready to open.

“What made you stop?”

“Oh, well. It was just a bit hard to keep up with.”

It’s not technically a lie.

“What about you, what made you such an ‘egoist’?”

You’d heard the term tossed around by Bachira once and decided to give it a try.

Isagi seems surprised at your question, but it brings a smile on his face.

“Blue Lock. I met so many amazing people. It just makes me want more and more.”

The far off lock in his eyes a clear indicator that he’s shifted off to some specific memory.

Part of you is jealous.

Jealous not of his success, but his courage to follow after his desire and his ability to keep up with it.

“That’s very admirable ‘sagi.”

The moment ends when Nagi finally comes along trailing after who you assume to be Reo and Chigiri.

Reo and Chigiri introduce themselves.

“And this is Purin,” Nagi speaks before you even have the chance to open your mouth.

Bono is only saved by the fact that the teams have walked onto the field.

Watching Bachira play is indescribable.

You feel your heart thrumming in your chest and chills flare on your arms.

“He’s good, right?” Chigiri’s question is redundant.

You dumbly nod your head along.

His aura is childlike but sophisticated. His play style is chaotic and free; somehow it all makes sense.

He’s a monster.

You must say it out loud because Chigiri is soon laughing, “Something like that.”

When was the last time you’d been so excited?

After returning to your hotel room that night, you lie awake in bed for hours staring at the ceiling until the first rays of sun begin to filter through the room.

The return home is lackluster.

You soon pick up your regular schedule and meet with your college friend, Aoi, who asks you about your recent vacation.

You show her the photos of your tourist visits, describe the foreign foods, and mention the game.

Aoi points out that she’s never seen you so excited about something.

“Not when you found out that Daisuke liked you back,”

“when your project got picked for that conference”

and

“not even when you won that raffle for a trip to that fancy ryokan!”

You grumble at her ability to recall such specific moments.

Back off my case, I wasn’t that bad.

“But, I’m happy for you.”

Aoi’s words make you feel lighter, the smile on her face proof of her genuineness.

“Thanks.”

As winter approaches, you’re beginning to have to hound off your parents’ calls.

With some experience you know the line of questioning usually starts innocent enough. Usually something along the lines of:

“Have you been well?”

“I am, how about you two?”

They’ll ignore your response before following up with more questions.

“When will you next visit?”

“Once I’m on winter holiday, I might also be able to take off an extra day or two.”

Which will then lead into more dangerous territory:

“Are you and Daisuke back together?”

“No, we haven’t talked in quite a bit.”

And after the reminder they’ll transition to something else.

“I see, well are you dating anyone?”

“No.”

“Oh, okay.”

Your parents’ objective is not to judge, but it seems that they’ve just never known the right questions to ask.

So, when you blindly answer your phone on a Sunday evening you make the mistake of assuming it could only be your mother on the other end.

“Mom, can I get back to you? I’m doing laundry and my hands are kinda full right now.”

Once you hear the laughter you heave a sigh of relief.

“Sorry about that ‘sagi, thought it was my mom.”

He’s half-chuckling when he responds.

“No worries, sorry if I scared you,” his teasing tone indicating he might understand your situation.

“A little, but I’ll live. What’s up?”

With that Isagi shares his proposal for a New Years get together.

“We all miss you and there’s some others who’d like to meet you.”

“Oh, um sure. In Tokyo?”

He confirms your suspicions.

“I can send more information after Christmas.”

When you finally arrive to your parent’s home, the winter sun has begun to set and you can see your breath come out in small puffs as you wait on the porch for your parents to open the door.

It’s your father that opens it for you, greeting you and pulling you inside and away from the elements. A short second is provided to put down your bags and remove your shoes and coat before he’s hugging you.

You slowly take it all in.

If the scent down the hall is anything to go by, your mother has made your favorite meal.

Your father mumbles his greetings and squeezes you a bit harder for just a second.

Once you finally pull away, your father kindly informs you that you have guests. It’s only then that you count the three extra pairs of shoes by the entrance.

Oh.

“They’ll be happy to see you, it’s been quite some time.”

He’s smiling, both glad to see you and surprise you.

Your father has you lead the way almost as if knowing that you’d turn and run depending on the faces you see.

Your only option must be to act as nonchalant as possible.

“Mom, I’m home.”

You announce, your voice carrying throughout your home.

You can hear her cheer from the living room. Similar to your father, you're hardly given the chance to take in your surroundings before she’s pulled you into a warm hug. One which you return with equal gusto.

Despite her company, she presses a kiss to your forehead (just as she did when you were a child).

And when she pulls away, you see them. The Itoshi family… minus Rin.

You’ve not seen the Itoshi parents in nearly two years when your own parents had planned a small celebration for your hiring. Sadly, you had to move into your new apartment sooner than expected. All you had was a few minutes to greet them before having to say goodbye in the same conversation.

Time, however, has not changed the smiles they wear when looking at you. Before you know it, both mother and father pull you in for another set of hugs.

And Sae.

Well, you hadn’t heard from him since you were twelve.

The last time you saw him was when you watched his U-20 matches, right before you and Rin stopped talking.

And here he is, just 3 feet away from you.

Why is he here?

Why didn’t he ever call?

Did he know what happened?

Did he ever actually care?

You have so many questions.

“You’ve grown.”

It’s the only thing you can manage to say.

He smirks and raises an eyebrow almost as if asking you, “Really, is that all you have?”

“So have you.”

The Itoshi family is invited to stay over for dinner. Conversation is guided by the parents’, each set taking their turn to pull their children in.

And it seems that its your turn in the hot seat when your mother mentions your name and your trip to Germany.

The Itoshis all seem equally intrigued.

“Oh, yes. I went to visit some friends during golden week.”

“What did you do?” Mrs. Itoshi is eager to hear about your adventures.

“The usual tourist activities. Visited the gardens, museums, and a few restaurants.”

Mr. Itoshi takes a turn, “Was it college friends then?”

“No, I’ve erm—” you trip on your own words, “I’ve some new friends that work abroad.”

You’d mentioned Nagi and company to your parents, but you’d never actually told them that they were professional players in the European league.

“Catch any games?”

Sae has his head resting on his palm while he asks. It must be a mandatory punchline for someone so obsessed with sport.

“I did.”

His eyes widen ever so slightly. Why was he so surprised?

“I was invited by a few friends to watch the FC Barca game. And so, I went.”

Sae’s head no longer rests on his hand, he’s intently looking at you.

You continue to address the rest of the table, “Nagi, my friend, is actually a professional player and we were there to support a friend of ours.”

Something akin to recognization flits through everyone’s eyes.

A shroud of silence fills the room.

You’re sure it’ll suffocate you —

“That’s so sweet of you!”

Mrs. Itoshi saves the day.

Your families decide to take tea after their meal.

“I can get everything ready,” you offer taking any excuse to step away and breathe.

You’re halfway to the kitchen when you hear Sae speak up.

“I’ll go help.”

As you maneuver around the kitchen in silence Sae catches up and leans against the counter opposite you.

You’re reaching for your mom’s favorite teapot on the second shelf when he decides to speak up.

“You haven’t spoken to Rin in some time.”

Shit.

It nearly slips from your fingers.

You stare at the intricate patterns on the teapot in your hands for a second.

“Does it matter?”

Your question is sincere.

“Yes.”

You measure out the leaves now.

“Why?”

Out of the corner of his eye you can see him shrug.

“Just figured you’d keep each other around.”

While I wasn’t there.

It’s not difficult to the read between the lines.

“I thought so too,” you confess.

You pour the hot water into the tea pot now and organize the set so it all fits on the tray.

And as you walk out you remind Sae, “We don’t always get what we want.”

That same night Rin is packing his bags for his trip to Japan when he receives a text from his brother.

SAE:

‘you’re an idiot’

#bllk x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock #itoshi rin x reader

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asahicore · 1 year

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100 kisses - prompts

1 - prompts that have been written 2 - free prompts, you can still request! (esp for trsr but also enha & tbz) 3 - prompts that haven't been written yet

1 - prompts that have been written

4. breaking the kiss, your lover instantly pressing their lips back to yours - bfb!heeseung 13. pulling your lover closer by the waistband - best friend!jake 19. “if we're caught kissing we're most likely dead but let's risk it anyway" - bfb!heeseung 22. smiling in-between kisses - coffee shop junghwan 26. “i was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in” - bfb!heeseung 35. a kiss leaving you breathless - best friend!jake 45. “we shouldn’t do this” but they do so, anyway - bfb!heeseung 70. an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other's - coffee shop junghwan 72. accidentally bumping noses - coffee shop junghwan78. pushing your lover onto the bed, kissing down their stomach - bfb!heeseung

2 - free prompts

1.whispering "kiss me" to your lover 3. kisses traveling from your lover's nose to their lips 5. intertwining fingers 11. a kiss that says “we're late for work, but let's be later” 13. pulling your lover closer by the waistband 16. “welcome home” kisses 23. hard kisses, wanting and needing them to feel what they feel 25. good night kisses 27. brushing lips together, lingering for a moment, catching your breath 30. this might be our last kiss so let's make it last 32. jumping into your lover’s arms 36. stopping a kiss when it gets too heated 40. kisses that start out passionate but grow more delicate 48. “i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me” 50. soft shoulder kisses 52. “i can't believe i’m kissing you right now” 55. light kisses scattered across your lover's face down to their collarbone 57. brushing your lips against your lover's, wanting to savor the moment 65. shushing your lover as they try to kiss you, telling them tonight is all about them, not you 67. leaning into your lover's touch, their fingers tracing down your stomach, their body pressed against yours 74. kissing someone you'd promised yourself you'd never kiss again 81. “we just broke up, but let's kiss one last time” 86. sharing a first kiss 89. kissing someone you never thought you’d kiss

3 - taken prompts

enhypen

heeseung trying to deny your feelings, but attraction gets the best of you, and you push them up against the wall (84)

sunghoon surprise kisses, your lover wasn't prepared but responds immediately (10) / grabbing your lover by the collar (18) / kitchen counter make-outs (31) / wrapping your legs around your lover's body as they lift you (43) / kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up (59) / your lover pinning your arms above your head, telling you to stay quiet (83)

jungwon caressing your lover's cheek (24) / a kiss shared during a game (truth or dare, spin the bottle, etc) (28) / a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim (46) / whispering “i love you” in-between kisses (82) / smiling in-between kisses (85) / using your lover’s tie to pull them into a kiss (94)

jake forehead against forehead (7) / playful kisses, such as, “i’m not going to kiss you.” “why?” “because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today” (58) / not being able to unbutton your lover's shirt, their kisses are everywhere and too distracting (95) / kisses in which, we've already said goodbye for the day but i can't help stealing another one (29)

jay a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips (37) / trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin (63) / hungry kisses and ripped apart clothes (99) / “it's always been you” kisses (100) / your lover pulling you into their lap, you straddling their hips (56)

treasure

junghwan soft kisses while cuddling in bed (33) / surprising your lover from behind, smacking a kiss on their cheek (61) / throwing your lover over your shoulder, carrying them towards the bed (79)

jihoon a tender kiss on your lover's chest (68)/ crashing your lips together during an argument (80) / kisses in which “i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you” but the kiss proves the opposite (88) / a kiss between two people in a fake relationship trying to make others believe they’re dating (90) / sliding your hands down your lover's chest (17) / legs wrapped around your lover's body, hands tearing their shirt off (77)

haruto running your fingers through your lover’s hair (8) / spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor (51) / tucking a strand of hair behind your lover's ear (53) / kissing your lover so gently, worried that if you pull away for just one second, they might disappear (69) / your lover kissing your forehead, then bending down to meet your lips (73) / standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips (75)

doyoung wrapping your arms around your lover's neck (2) / a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning (39) / telling your lover you want all of them tonight (91) / sliding your hands down your lover's chest, unzipping their zipper (93) / passionately making-out against a wall (97)

jeongwoo kisses under a light waterfall (12) / hand kisses (20) / a “practice” kiss to get ready for the real thing (62) / unrequited love that is now requited, and a kiss that proves it (76) / kissing your lover's tears away (96)

asahi i missed you kisses (34) / a kiss attempting to convince the other to stay (48) / kissing the corner of your lover's mouth (54) / a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other (66) / grabbing hold of your lover's collar, begging them to kiss you (92)

yoshi kissing under the stars (14) / a kiss that happens after one too many drinks (49) / mistletoe kisses (60) / a kiss to celebrate the new year (42)

hyunsuk soft kisses that grow more passionate each second (6)

junkyu unbuttoning your lover's shirt, pressed against the wall (9) / holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them (15) / “let’s just kiss to see what it’s like” then pulling away, lingering for a moment, then going in for the second kiss (98)

jaehyuk exploring each other’s lips (22) / looking deep into your lover's eyes, before dropping your gaze to their lips (64) / not being able to focus on anything during a conversation, you're too busy staring at your lover's lips (87)

tbz

juyeon trailing kisses from your lover's lips to their neck (38) / pulling away from a kiss to look at each other, smiling as you dive in for another kiss (41) / a kiss cam kiss between “friends” (44) / lingering forehead against forehead, consumed by each other and barely having enough strength to breathe (71)

list by @/screnwriter (deactivated) with some changes - works by me! © asahicore on tumblr, 2023. please do not repost, plagiarize or translate my works! feedback and reblogs are always appreciated :)

#asahicore 100 kisses #the boyz x reader #the boyz fluff #treasure x reader #enhypen x reader #treasure fluff #enhypen fluff #gidle x reader #gidle fluff

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years

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Scenario with various riddlers: Riddler gives his s/o a kiss on the cheek. Just before he is about to leave they say, "you missed." In a nonchalant way. While Eddie is standing there confused, his s/o walks up to him and cups his face, "here let me show you." And then they give him a big ol smooch on the lips.

A/N: AAAHHHH you've done it anon, you've done it rip, you've killed me. Eeeee I love this idea so much it's so soft and sweet it made me squeal like a teenager and kick my feet in glee. I live for soft moments with the mean green beannsss also cause of that…this is stupid long. Sorry not sorry

Riddlers x Reader - You Missed Me, Now You Gotta Well…You Know

Arkhamverse Riddler:

After finally getting him to sleep for more than two hours and talking him into eating a decent meal. It made sense that once he woke up and ate breakfast the next morning, he would be making a beeline back to his shop.

"Well, time to head back to work…I guess I did need this…supposed break…"

You rolled your eyes, knowing this is as much gratitude as you'll get out of him. "You did need it and you're welcome." You stood up from your chair and walked with him to the door of his workshop.

"I'll come back up in a few hours." Edward said as he turned to face you. He pursed his lips, hesitating.

"Okay, Eddie." You smiled, stealing glances between his eyes and lips.

Edward leaned into the side of your face and gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek. You slightly giggled as his stubble tickled against your skin.

He's about to turn back to face the door. His hand barely turned the doorknob, when you spoke up.

"Eddie, you missed!"

"What do you mea-?" He started to ask but was interrupted by you grabbing the sides of his face and colliding your lips with his.

When you finally let go, you were giggling at the absolute bright red blush on his face.

“See? Wasn’t that better?”

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler:

“Off to work already?” You were wiping away the sleepies from your eyes, when you notice Ed coming out of the bathroom. He was dressed in a white collared button up shirt, tie, and dress pants.

Ed chuckled at your adorable sleepy state. He went over to your side of the bed. “It’s 7:30, sweetheart. I gotta go.”

You let out a dramatic pathetic whine. “Eddie, it’s Saturday…”

“I know, I know. But this case we’re working on is high priority at the office. The sooner I come in and solve it, the sooner I can come back home, okay?”

You pouted. “Mm…okay.” You crossed your arms, not annoyed at Ed, just his stupid unappreciative job.

Edward smiled softly as he leaned in and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“You didn’t do it right!”

That wasn’t the response he was expecting. “W-what do you mean?”

“You’re supposed to kiss me here,” you tapped your lips. “I’ll show you.”

You stood up on your knees and pulled him closer to you by his tie. You planted a big kiss on his lips. Poor man was shocked for a minute, but was able to recover fast enough to return the kiss.

Reluctantly you pulled back from his lips. “Have a good day at work, Eddie.”

Gotham Riddler:

“Hey, Eddie, did you want to have dinner at my place tonight?” You offered. Your focus was on the filing cabinet, as your fingers flipped through the tabs, finding the proper home for a file Ed just returned.

“I-S-Sure! I’d love that.”

You two have been dating for the past few weeks and things were going well. He had already shown you his home, you figured it was fair you showed yours.

“Sweet. It’ll be my first time cooking for company in my new place, it’ll be…interesting to the say the least.” You finally slid the folder to it’s rightful place. When you shut the cabinet, you turned your head to the side to see Ed yet again closer than he was initially.

“I can’t wait.” He said sweetly. You notice his eyes dart from yours to down to his feet. He also occasionally bit his bottom lip.

“Is there something on your mi-”

He placed a chaste kiss to your cheek. Both of your faces started tinting red at your cheeks.

“I-I…sorry…that-that probably wasn’t appropriate for the work place.” He muttered nervously.

“Probably not, but you did it wrong.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He was fairly certain there was no mistaken a sweet kiss to the cheek.

Until you cupped one side of his face, your thumb gently stroking where his skin began warming up. You brought his head down closer to yours as you stood up to meet his lips with yours in the middle. You could feel him take a sharp intake of air through his nose, it took him a minute before he finally kissed back.

When the two of you finally broke apart. It took everything in you not to giggle at the wide-eyed goofy look on his face.

“You okay, Eddie?”

He nodded, “n-never better.”

Batman the Animated Series Riddler:

It was a peaceful night in. It was one of Edward’s first nights back home after getting out of Arkham. Needless to say you were glued to his side for most of the day, not that he was complaining. He held you just as tightly in return.

Dinner was finished. The dishes were drying. You two were cuddling on the couch, watching a late night game show.

After a little over an hour, Ed decided to get up from the couch.

“Where are you going?” You asked, almost pitifully.

Ed chuckled. “Just to the bathroom, darling. I’ll be right back!”

“Quick kiss first!” You giggled.

Ed shook his head in disbelief, but he obliged you by leaning over and kissing your cheek.

“EEHRR! Wrong!” You said. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down and gave him a kiss on the lips.

Edward laughed into the kiss, but returned it with fervor nonetheless. When you pulled back from his lips. You both chuckled at each other.

“Does my prize include freedom?”

“Ugh, fine, I guess. Just hurry back!” You playfully scoffed before taking your seat back on the couch.

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

“And just where do you think you’re going?” You asked defiantly.

Edward was once again trying to walk out on his post-coital cuddle duties.

“I’ve gotta go, babe. Besides you know I’m not all into that aftercare stuff.” He defended.

You groaned. It was true he did say that from the jump, but would it hurt him every once in awhile. You scoff at the thought, yeah it might, may even kill him one day to actually be just a smidge vulnerable.

“Ugh, fine, whatever.” You waved your hand in a shooing motion. You flopped over to your side of the bed, with your back facing him. You pulled the covers up over yourself to hide from him.

You were confused when the room got quiet and you didn’t hear the familiar sound of the door closing.

You felt someone tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Ed standing with a stupid lopsided grin on his face.

“What? I thought you were oh so busy?”

“I may be selfish, but I’m not entirely cruel.” He leaned down and left a faint of a peck on your cheek.

You rolled your eyes. “Nuh-uh you’re not gonna half-ass my kisses either!” You grabbed the lapels of his jacket and crashed your lips onto his. Ed didn’t miss a beat, as he began licking the bottom of your lip, non-vocally asking for entrance.

However instead of usually obliging him, you tore your lips away from his.

You fake yawned. “I’m tired, let me sleep and you do whatever it is you gotta do.”

Ed grumbled in annoyance. You stayed motionless until you heard the door closed. Once it closed, you let out a tiny fit of giggles and tickled kicks of your feet in glee.

Twojar Riddler:

You guys were taking a cab back from a night out. You two were absolutely all over each other. Touching, tugging, holding, caressing, and of course kissing.

However, Edward was kissing you everywhere, except for your lips.

“E-Eddie!” You giggled, his sideburns tickling the skin on your neck as he trailed kissing along your shoulder.

“Hm?” He asked, not relenting on his kisses.

“Y-You’re kissing me in the wrong spot.” You argued.

“Oh, is that right?” He asked, teasingly. Ed removed his head from the side of your neck and looked at you.

“Tell me, where is the right spot?” He smirked.

He kissed your shoulder. “Here?”

He pecked your neck. “Here?”

“Perhaps here?” He kissed your cheek.

You started giggling again. “Eddie…” you playfully whined.

“What? You haven’t told me where.”

“I think you know…”

“Hmm…you know what. I think I do.”

Edward finally leaned in, cupping your cheek and pulling your lips to his.

Gotham City Sirens Riddler:

You heard the door to the office burst open and then slam shut. The sound made you jump out from behind your desk.

“Edward! I-Is everything oh…”

Edward was in absolute tatters. His green suit was covered in soot, with some edges to it slightly burned off. His hat was bent and also burned around the edges. His dress shirt was also untucked and wrinkled. His cane broken in two, each of the pieces he dead gripped in his fists.

“Ed! A-Are you okay?”

“Fine! Just peachy.” He snarled. He started making his way down the hallway to his office.

“Well, uh, w-what…do you need anything?” You asked unsure what to say, but still wanted to help him.

“I said I’m fine!” He snapped.

A few minutes go by, Edward had long since discarded his ruined suit and shirt. He still kept the hat, hoping to possibly fixing it. Currently he was trying to tape his cane back together. Until he heard a small knock on the door.

He was about to bark at you to dismiss whoever it was that wanted to see him, but he was surprised to see you with a plastic bag. You walked over to him and took out a water bottle, bandages, hydrogen peroxide, aspirin, and super glue.

“Hm.” Edward softly let a smile grow on his face. You began applying the antiseptic liquid to the burns on his arm and softly bandaging them. As you did this he took the opportunity to give you a thankful kiss on the cheek.

“I’m gonna need more payment than that for patching you up.” You said, teasingly.

“Is that so?”

“Mm hm, my help isn’t cheap!”

He cupped your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He chuckled, “of course it isn’t.” He leaned in closer and kissed you, gratefully.

Young Justice Riddler:

You were minutes away from seeing Edward off on another mission. It was your job to stay behind and keep a lookout.

Needless to say the two of you have gotten pretty close over the years. You guys have only been dating for a couple months now and Ed’s adorable awkwardness has only quadrupled in that time span as he’s getting used to the new status of your relationship. As well as what your relationship usually entails. Like PDA.

“You’re up, Eddie!” You called for him. You were sitting at your desk; typing, clicking, and swiping away at touchscreens to make sure everything was in working order.

“O-Oh it’s time to go already.” Ed was lost in his own head, just staring and watching you do your thing. He really wishes he could just stay with you, but nope they needed someone as a scapegoat.

“Sure is. You’ll be fine, I’ve got eyes all over the facility.” You reassured.

“I-I don’t doubt it.” He chuckled nervously.

He stood up out of the chair. “Well, I’ll see you later.” He hesitated at first before finally swooping into your side and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You tried so hard not to squeal out loud. That was one of the boldest things he’s done yet.

“Aw, come here!” You jumped out of your seat. You wrapped your arms around him, almost knocking him off his feet. You leaned in and planted a big sweet kiss on his lips. “There! That’s a real kiss!”

“N-N-Noted.” He stuttered, his face slowly glowing a faint pink from his forehead to his neck.

Telltale Riddler:

Honestly, you should just be grateful he even kissed you on the cheek. Good luck trying to get him to give you a proper kiss.

“Aww, come on, Ed! You can do better than that!”

You had just finished cooking dinner and all the old fart did was give you a small peck on the lips.

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t even give me a kiss?”

He shifted his eyes left and right, confused. “Didn’t I do that?”

“Well, yeah, but like…a proper one…on the lips…” You explained.

Edward groaned. “Fine, I suppose you’re right.” He got up and walked over to you and gave you a small quick peck on the lips. You didn’t even have a chance to return it.

“I believe I’ve paid the piper as they say,” with that he twirled around and headed to his work station.

“Ed! Come back here!” You immediately started walking after him. You were going to get your kiss one way or another. Even if it meant kissing his corpse.

Hush (DCAU) Riddler:

“You ready, Ed?” You asked.

You were always so nervous whenever he was about to disembark on a new plot he’s cooked up. You always knew the odds of him being caught and incarcerated again were very high. You always mentally prepared yourself for that possibility. While simultaneously hoping he would get away.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He tightened the eye mask around the back of his head.

He noticed you by the door. You were rocking on the heels and balls of your feet and your hands were rubbing both your arms.

Ed walked over to you. “Hey, are you okay, sweetie?”

You nodded frantically. “Y-Yeah, yeah of course.”

He quirked his eyebrow at you. “You know I’m the smartest man in Gotham, right?”

“Of course I do.”

“So you know, that I know you’re lying…”

You bit your lip, before sighing. “I’m just nervous, like I always am. I don’t like seeing you go and then you don’t come back..”

Edward sighed in defeat. “I know sweetheart, I know. It kills me too. But you know I always come back. It may take time, but I always come back, don’t I?”

You nod, “y-yeah, eventually, yeah…”

“You’re the best, you know that.” Ed claimed. “So amazing and patient with me.” He gave you a sweet reassuring kiss on your cheek. “I love you for that, you know? You make me feel like the luckiest guy in Gotham!”

You giggled softly. “I love you too, and you missed.”

“Hm?”

“You missed my lips…” You muttered.

Ed playfully knocked himself in the head with the palm of his hand. “Silly me, you’re right. You’re right.” He had a goofy smile on his face as he leaned in and gave you a proper, long, sweet kiss.

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