#but like if THEY bring it up ok i can work with that let's unpack what the fuck happened!!!!!!!!!

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BE GOOD TO ME • A. HOTCHNER X READER

__ used in place of reader's name; age gap (both legal, unspecified, hotch implied to have worked with the reader's father); fem!reader; alcohol consumption; fluff; angst (i'm v bad at it, apologies); fears of abandonment; hotch is a bit insensitive at times; no jack or haley (assumed they have the same issues with his work & broke up pre-fic); sexual tension; has a nsfw section, skip from: (“Okay, they’re shut,” -> "I'll stay." if you are a minor or don't like smut; ~5k words; a poorly written ending, honestly; an (early!!!) birthday present for @hotchfiles (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) smut warnings: dom!hotch (nothing intense), fingering, marking, unprotected sex (do not copy them <3), oral (m receiving).

Moving was always a hassle. 

Stressful, tiring, made tensions high — the works. It took the better part of your first day in Quantico to move in, and you could only settle onto your new couch (courtesy of your father, who’d worked in Narcotics at the FBI early on in his career, and was more than excited to find out that you wanted to move there) when the sun was thirty minutes from setting.

“Yes, yeah, Dad, I’m fine. I only had thirty more minutes of unpacking when you were leaving,” you click on speaker phone and lean your head back, sighing as you try to work a cord in your neck. “I’ll say hi to my neighbors tomorrow. Yes. Yes, I’m going to eat. The food you gave me to put in the fridge. I have my first day at the café tomorrow, I’ll get groceries then.”

He rambles for a bit and you close your eyes, letting him talk and talk. It’s nice. You know he worries.

“Ok, Dad, I got it. I’ll contact Gideon if anything comes up, and I’ll ask around for his team or wife — girlfriend? — if he’s busy. I love you, but I’m gonna go get ready for bed. Okay? Yeah. Thank you. Bye-bye,”

He hangs up first, knowing you hate to be the one to click it.

You sigh and stretch, tossing the phone down on the cushion. By the time you gain the energy to stand and go to the fridge, there’s a ring of your doorbell. 

You’re not expecting anyone, so you approach cautiously, peering through the peephole. It’s a man, older, but you can’t place by how much, standing with his hands in his pockets.

You crack the door, keeping the secondary lock in place. “Hello?”

“Good evening,” his voice has a nice husk to it. “Sorry, I should introduce myself. My name’s Aaron, I’m your neighbor. Wanted to ask if there’s any groceries or anything I could bring you, something to help you get settled or maybe you forgot to pack for the move…?”

You eye him warily.

“I was going to make cookies but I can’t bake.”

You chuckle. “Um, I think I’m okay. Are you handy, by any chance?”

“A little. I can do stuff around the house.”

“Then,” you pause, looking at his eyes. “Is there a chance I can get your number? You know, so if there’s any issue I can call you to come round and take a look,”

“Sure,” he smiles warmly at you. “I’m a little busy sometimes, though, so it might take me a few days to get around to stopping by.”

You nod and quickly undo the inner latch and open the door more fully. “That’s alright, I don’t expect you to drop your life because I can’t fix a leaking faucet. Can you wait here while I grab my phone?”

He nods, looking respectfully at only the foyer and not further into your new home, carefully avoiding focusing on the stacks of boxes you haven’t gotten to unpacking (full of knick-knacks and unimportant things that you decided could wait to be put on display). 

It doesn’t take long to save each other’s contacts, and while there’s no more excuse for him to be on your stoop, you want to talk to him more. “Do you have anyone to eat dinner with?”

Subtle, your inner voice snarks back.

“No,” he smiles sadly, bitterness to it. “Just me.”

“Well, it’s just lasagna to reheat, but if you’d prefer to not eat alone…”

“I’d love that…?”

“__,” you smile. “Come on in, Aaron. I’ll get you a plate.”

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Work goes well, getting adjusted is easy.

You make friends with your coworkers and a few regulars, go out a few times and find a group of girls you mesh with.

Then again, you were a pretty sociable person, always trying to smile and improve people’s days. It was partially why you didn’t absolutely hate service work. There was a silver lining to every interaction.

Aaron was nice, too.

You’d had an issue with water pressure when you finally (after much longer than you’d like to admit) got your new shower head attached, and he’d come over and let his dress shirt get soaked while he fixed it for you.

Whenever you ask about work, he dances around anything more than telling you “FBI” and that he “travels a lot”, but you didn’t mind too much. Everyone has their secrets, and you knew your dad had seen some terrible things. 

You can only imagine what Aaron has seen.

He was good company, had a dry and witty humor that you never expected, kind eyes and a gentle smile you were lucky to see despite his tiredness, and, well, he was handsome.

You weren’t against eye candy, even if you didn’t know much personally about him. It took a week to learn how old he was, and a few days while was gone for work for you to reconcile that he was old enough to have worked with your father when he was at Narcotics.

It’s been two weeks since you’d last seen him, but he calls, voice exhausted and rough, raw, even, from what seems to have been an emotional case. 

“Aaron?”

He hums, sighs on the other side of the line.

“Everything okay?”

“Just tired,” he doesn’t explain more. “Can you keep talking?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course,” you can’t help the way your brow furrows in concern about how worn-out he sounds. “Well, I can tell you about my job. I’m not nearly as secretive, Mr. FBI,” you tease, and he exhales — a softer, happier one. 

And so you do, rambling about different coffees, trying desperately to coax him into trying a latte (he refuses every single time you try to tell him he’d like one, but assures you there’s someone on his team who has equal amounts of sugar and coffee in his — you’re sure he’s exaggerating, the sugar would be too much for almost anyone — who would love to try your drink combos); telling him about regulars and new customers, the music that played, if there’s a song you know he’d like; really, anything you can think of.

“When do you get back?”

“We’ve landed, I’m back.” There’s more shuffling than there had been on his end, papers sliding and the crackling connection as he moves the phone before bringing it back to his ear. “Just finishing some paperwork.”

“Is it stuff that can’t be seen?”

“No. It’s not confidential.”

“Do you want to do it at your house, then? Or visiting my place. I made pasta and steak, I can heat some back up for you. I’m sure you haven’t been eating well when you’re chasing down bad guys, or… whatever you do when you’re gone, I’m not sure exactly.”

Aaron chuckles. “Thanks, __. Give me thirty minutes?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to stay on the line?”

He hesitates.

“No. No, it’s okay. I’ll see you in a little while.”

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He takes closer to forty-five minutes, but you expected something to take a bit longer than he said. And it’s not a bother. Really, it was welcome because it let you run out to the store and buy a nice wine (you hoped he likes red), and reheat the food better than just by the microwave.

When he knocks, you try not to scurry over too quickly and to temper your smile. “Come in,”

Aaron smiles tiredly at you, and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He hangs up his suit jacket and loosens his tie slightly.

He looks at the table and his brows raise. “Wine?”

“I figured you could use something to unwind,”

“Sounds lovely.” 

You can’t tell if he actually means that, or if he just doesn’t like red, doesn’t want wine, or what, and is being polite but you don’t push it. 

“Are you going to eat, too?”

“I already did,” you smile at him. “I was going to do dishes so I don’t leave them in the sink overnight — I try to never do that. But it can wait if you’d rather have company.”

He moves his napkin. “Well, I’d be able to hear you from the kitchen. More efficient,”

“Got it,”

You hum to yourself in the lulls of conversation with him, scrubbing a plate clean. He eats quickly, when you’re not across from him, and you find this out when he comes in with his dishes.

“Let me wash them. My mess,”

“You’re a guest,” you protest, but you don’t do much to dissuade him, watching the way he rolls up his sleeves and his forearms flex with a lazy smile as he scrubs off the alfredo sauce. “At least leave your glass. We can drink and talk for a bit.”

He raises his brows but nods, pushing it to the side.

“Do you want to talk about work?” You ask him as you fill one for you and then top off his. “Or would you prefer anything else.”

“I’ve been talking about dead bodies and abductions for two weeks. I’d like something more normal,” Aaron answers smoothly before pausing, placing his plate in your dishrack. “I’ve never told you that I deal with that, have I?”

“No,” you hand him his wine and guide him to your couch. “But I can make a guess why you haven’t,”

“I’m sure you can.”

“My father, he was in Narcotics, actually.” You look for a flash of recognition in his eyes, but without saying your father’s name there is none. “Maybe he worked with you at some point. But he would always come home tense and it strained my parent’s relationship… I get it.”

Aaron swallows. You guess relationships are a sore spot.

“Wanna hear about the last time I went out?” You couldn’t think about a better topic, and grimace when he sighs and sinks back into the cushions. “Nothing gross,”

“Hit me.”

You tell him, excited, bubbly, and pause about two-thirds into recounting the drinking games and how you could barely walk by the end of it. Namely, because you want to leave out the fact you almost drunk-dialed him (and that you were super wasted in public, considering he’s a federal agent), and second, because you realize you could show him the dress you were wearing that night.

Maybe the wine is getting to you a little, but you buzz with excitement at the idea of him eyeing you up and down.

“Actually, I wanna show you something!” Your voice is too excited and you know it when he gives you a questioning look. “Wait here.”

You stumble a little changing out of your clothes and quickly zip yourself into the dress, clasp the same necklace back on. Your hair isn’t done the same, your makeup is your day makeup and not what you wear out, but you still look pretty. 

Maybe a little less slutty than you did that night, but the way the dress clings to your curves would make up for it. Hopefully.

“Close your eyes!” You call out to him.

“What?” Aaron calls back, and you hear an exaggerated groan when you don’t reply. “Okay, they’re shut,”

You saunter out and lightly grab his wrist — he’s holding his hands to cover his sight completely, and your heart flutters at the boyishness — and tug them away. “What do you think?”

Aaron opens his eyes almost directly to your cleavage as you straighten up, and he snaps his attention to your face. That doesn’t last long as you spin and twirl, letting the light catch the glittery details. 

He’s moved his eyes to your hips and how much of your thighs are exposed.

He clears his throat. “You wore this out when you were that drunk?”

“Don’t worry,” you smile. “I was safe!”

“You were telling me you could barely walk,”

You pout at him. “You’re so serious, you know that?”

“It’s part of my charm.”

A beat of silence.

Another.

“Twirl for me again?”

You beam at him and obey, squeaking when he pauses you once you face away. 

“It’s not fully zipped,” he lets his fingers trace above the zipper as he stands, and you feel him pressing closer to you — tall, imposing, strong. Warmth radiating off his skin. “Can I?”

You debate what to say.

“Actually,” you breathe in deeply, trying to keep your voice level. “I think I cinched the waist too tight at the clasps. Can you loosen them?”

Aaron’s breath ghosts over the nape of your neck, and he says nothing as he slowly unzips it, fingers sparking desire and tensing the muscles as his fingers trail down your spine after the zipper. 

“Right here?” He asks, tugging at the cinch to make his point clear.

You smile and let the straps slip from your shoulders in a fake stretch. His breath hitches.

“A little lower,”

Aaron listens, entranced, undoing more and more until his fingers ghost right above your panties — a thong, maroon-y red. 

You imagine he’s shut his eyes now, trying to respect you despite the way you’re clearly trying to get into his pants.

And so, you act.

You reach back and grasp the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him a little closer to the crook of your neck.

“__,” he whispers.

“Aaron,” you match the soft desire thrumming under the words. “Please.”

You know he’ll snap when you arch your back, pressing back into his hardening bulge and pushing your chest out — right into his line of sight.

He kisses the skin of your neck gently, sucking on it harshly before running his tongue over the stinging sensation. He guides the dress down you fully, strong hands squeezing the fat on your thighs with a groan before slipping up and around your waist to cup your breasts.

“You’re beautiful,”

“Please don’t waste time on easing into it,” you grit out, aching for him. “I want you. Badly.”

“Shh,” he soothes, unclasping your necklace and placing it on the small stand by your couch, kissing where the cold metal had sat. “You’ll get me,”

You whimper out in surprise as he spins you and crashes his lips into yours forcefully, pressing you into him so your nipples brush against his ironed and perfect dress shirt, a perfect, aching friction. 

A confident hand goes to your thong and snaps the waistband against your hip as you press further into him, blindly pawing at his pants.

“Walk me to your bedroom,” he tells you when he pulls back for air, and you stumble into the wall twice, too wrapped up in his kisses and heat to move with grace.

He lays you down, but before he can pull back and stand, you pull him next to you. 

“Let me,” you say, tugging his tie loose and nimbly undoing his buttons with only a slight tremor to your hands. The button-up falls open to beautiful strength and skin, dotted with freckles and rippling with strength as he shrugs the fabric off and flings it to the floor.

When you start on his belt, his eyes bore into you and you shrink under the gaze once you tug it loose.

“Sit back,” he nods towards the headboard. “Now.”

You swallow and scramble to move where he wants. He strips down to his boxers and shifts to move over you, bracing on his knees and a forearm. He pecks your lips with a smile before deepening the kiss.

He leaves you gasping for air by the time he moves to lick over your nipples as his calloused fingers find their way into your panties. You quiver at the roughness on your clit, the way the fabric of the thong slips against you with his movements. 

He pulls off you, and your eyes hungrily drink in his deep breaths and the filthy sight of his fingers moving in your underwear, back arching as he slips one finger into you and continues to roll your clit with his thumb.

“More?” He asks when your hips grind down to meet him.

“Want it,” you gasp out, squeezing him over his boxers. The precum that’s leaked through makes you keen with need. “‘M ready.”

“I’d rather you not get hurt,” he pushes in another finger. “So be patient.”

You huff, fucking up against his hand.

He pulls back and pins you with that same hand, smearing your arousal over your hip. “You can’t wait?”

“Maybe I like it with a little pain.”

He raises a brow at that and sighs, but he lets go of you to pull down and kick off his boxers.

Your mouth dries at the sight of his cock, and you ache, so desperately empty. You grab at his shoulders, broad and strong, and he can’t help the twitch of a smile as he rubs himself against you and you squirm.

You kiss him as you hook your leg around him and drag him into you, delighting in the gasp of pleasure he lets out against your lips. His jaw sets, teeth grinding as he sets a torturously slow pace, letting you feel the drag of every vein and inch against your velvety walls.

You dig your nails into his back and scratch, and his hips stutter before finally speeding up. It’s still not enough, but finally forceful enough to draw sounds from your lips.

“You like a little pain too,” you laugh breathlessly, trying to leave a bite on his neck. He cranes back and out of reach, folding your legs up to drive deeper.

“I can take it. Can you?” Aaron asks, no expectation of an answer as he finally sets a pace that drives you to near silent gasps and shaking muscles. 

You whimper, digging your nails in more harshly to feel the way his shoulders flex as he moves one of his hands to rub your clit. His skin and his movements are rough and aggressive, punching moans out of you without care, sitting your nerves on fire.

He doesn’t relent, leaving wet kisses along your sweat slick skin as he fucks into you so hard you quiver in his hold, small and weak and helpless under him.

You moan at the idea, arching up into him as he scrapes his teeth over your left breast.

“More,” you beg breathlessly. “I can take it all,”

His brow furrows in delicious determination over darkened, blown-out eyes, lips tightening to hold in his gruff moans as he drags you closer to your ecstasy.

“Yeah?” He asks, bringing a hand to squeeze your cheeks together. “Want it all?”

You nod eagerly, urge him down for another kiss, and you clench when he sucks on your tongue before pulling back and completely away.

“Hands and knees.”

You flip hurriedly, trying to hide the way your muscles shake from the effort. He catches it, though, wraps an arm under and around your waist to help support you as he drapes himself over your back and slides back in.

It’s almost claustrophobic, so warm and close to him, skin slick with sweat, heavy breaths coming out in humid pants, wet presses of his lips and tongue to your shoulders and the nape of your neck; but you love it, whining and keening as he angles his hips just right and rubs your clit again.

You’re so, so, so close to the edge, you can almost taste it.

“Let go,” he orders, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his own sounds.

And you do, quivering around him, pussy desperately trying to keep him in place as he fucks you through it.

He hisses, and you whine at the empty feeling, rolling over to see him leaning back and jerking himself off, head tossed back and veins popping out. 

You crawl over and grin up at him “fuck my mouth” before taking him in, and he hisses, fingers tightening in your hair.

“Shit, __,” he groans, and you realize it’s the first time he’s said your name or lost composure during this. You hum in response and bob your head further down before hollowing your cheeks.

His hips jerk, but before he can apologize for the movement, you moan around him and press lower.

Aaron groans, deep and broken with need, and it only takes a few more seconds for him to cum, thighs twitching under your palms.

He tugs you off and kisses you after you swallow, tasting himself on your tongue.

“Let me clean you up,” he whispers after a few moments, observing how you’re still shaking from the aftershocks.

He leaves and comes back with a washcloth, wiping you clean and apologizing softly when you wince from oversensitivity.

Aaron even helps you get dressed (finds pajamas in a drawer for you and hands them to you) and makes sure you pee and brush your teeth.

When he starts gathering his things, you grab him. “Stay.”

He pauses and sighs, shirt bundled in his hand. He slips back into his boxers and slides under the duvet next to you.

“I’ll stay.”

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When you wake up, Aaron is gone.

No note. No voicemail.

It stings. He’d even cleaned up the wine glasses and brought your necklace onto your nightstand.

When you stand, it aches, muscles exhausted. You shower slowly and pensively, chewing on your lip as you consider calling him.

You don’t.

You fix yourself coffee, eat some fruit and pancakes, and get ready for work. It’d be a long day standing and delivering orders with the way your muscles burned, but maybe it’d distract you.

You don’t even hear from him again for a week, and part of you is mad at him, but most of you is scared — you’d figured out that he deals with homicides and abductions that night, and there was a worry that took root and grew that he could be dead, and you wouldn’t know.

When you hear from him, it’s one a.m. on a Friday (Saturday, you suppose, since it’s past night).

“Hello?” You ask groggily, not having checked the caller I.D.

“__,” Aaron sighs out. He sounds relieved.

You tense. “Aaron.”

There’s awkward silence.

“Why are you calling?”

“I hadn’t heard from you all week,” he tells you, and your heart twists in your chest.

Who did he think he was, to sleep with you, leave without warning, and call like nothing happened?

“I wonder why,” you snap, voice bitter and biting.

Aaron sighs and shuffles.

More uncomfortable silence.

“Where did you go?”

“Home. I had to get dressed for work.”

You hope none of his team is around. You’re already upset enough just talking to him, and that’s without a team of whatever-the-fuck he does FBI agents listening in.

“No message?”

“Should I have left one?” Aaron sighs, and you can practically see him pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re not dating, __.”

“Yeah. I can tell.” You scoff. “Then why do you care that I didn't call you?”

“I like your company, you know that.”

“You do a hell of a job making it clear.”

Eyes burning with tears you’re holding back, you finally ask.

“What do you want, Aaron?”

“To talk.”

“No,” you grouse, wiping the tear that rolls down your cheek.

“__, please, come on.”

“Come on?” You repeat, incredulous. “Aaron, I like you. You used me for sex and left. I’m fucking pissed at you,”

“You’re too young for me.” Aaron sighs. “I’m always at work. It’s dangerous work, too. You could have any guy,”

“Yeah. A shame I want you. And my age didn’t seem to matter last week. If you don’t want to date me, just say it!”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“That I want to see you.”

“No. Please… stop calling me,”

You hope he doesn’t hear the choked sob that leaves your lips as you hang up.

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You ignore him for two weeks pretty well, pretending to be gone or asleep every time he rings the doorbell, tossing out his sad attempts at cookies (even if you feel like crying knowing he can’t make cookies or bake for shit and is doing it just for you), letting the flowers he placed die on your stoop.

The first time you hear about him again — he hadn’t left messages in a few days — is actually at work.

A younger man, about your age, boyishly cute and nothing like who you wanted, comes in and smiles at you.

“Hey, do you have any like… special drinks?” He’s stuttering. “My friend—boss?— recommended this place, said you had lattes I might like.”

The gears turn a little.

(There’s someone on my team who would drink it. 

I want you to try it, Aaron.

I don’t do sugar in my coffee, __. But he does, I swear it’s more sugar than coffee sometimes. I’ll let him know the name of your café.

Should I be expecting him?

Yeah, maybe. His name’s Spencer. He’s a good kid.)

“Boss?”

“Yeah! We work together, but we’re also friends, but he could fire me, so I never know how to introduce him.”

You giggle slightly. “Um, well, we have a seasonal drink.” 

You rattle off the options and ingredients, and when he finally decides on his order, he blinks at you a few times.

“You know, your name is familiar. __.” He’s trying to place it.

With a smile, you glance at him. “What’d you say yours was? For the order.”

“Spencer.”

Bingo.

You write it on the cup and look to see if there’s a line. There isn’t. You hand the cup to the other barista working with the order ticket.

“Where’d you say you worked, Spencer?”

“I didn’t. But I work at the FBI in the BAU—that’s the behavioral analysis unit. We do something called profiling to catch unsubs, unknown subjects, who commit a variety of different crimes.”

You nod. 

Profiler. 

You’d think someone who knows the human condition and behavior so well would know not to leave a girl without a goodbye when you slept together the night before.

“Your boss, his name Aaron?”

“Hotch.” Spencer supplies automatically before his ears catch up. “Wait, yeah. Aaron Hotchner. You know him?”

You smile tightly, not sure what he’s shared with his team. With the BAU. “We’re neighbors.”

Spencer grins. “You should come in and surprise him! He’s been bothered by something lately, but he won’t tell any of us why. Maybe he’ll tell you.”

You tense. “You all sound like a nosy bunch, Spencer,” you hope your voice comes across light and playful enough. You thank your coworker for his coffee and say “I’m also on shift. Here’s your coffee. Have a good day.”

He smiles and says “you too!” and turns around. He almost bumps into someone immediately and you hear a rush of apologies as he looks at his watch and hurries out of the café.

You sigh.

All day, what Spencer said runs through your mind. Had he really been struggling? He had to be, assuming Spencer didn’t know you… and if Aaron is as private as you think he is, Spencer definitely doesn’t know you.

When you get home, Aaron is waiting on your doorstep, and it takes everything in you to not turn around and get right back in your car, drive somewhere for dinner.

“__,” his voice is pleading, broken and soft.

“Aaron, please,” you sigh. “I’m tired of the excuses.”

“I know. I know. Let’s talk. Actually.”

You huff.

“... I’ll talk. You listen. I’m the one who has apologizing to do,”

“First right thing you’ve said in a while,” you mumble bitterly, brushing past him to unlock your door. “Come on.”

He follows you slowly, and one glance at his face fills you with guilt. He looks like a kicked puppy. 

Damn him and his pretty brown eyes.

You settle on the couch with wine. “Go on,”

Aaron swallows. “I… got a call. A work call. At three. After we slept together, I needed to run to grab all my things, get new clothes… 

It was a brutal case. The… the guy — we caught him — was killing girls who looked like you. And, selfishly, I thought, maybe if I just ignored you I wouldn’t be worried. And that you’d be okay, that it didn’t matter to you like it mattered to me. 

But I kept seeing him kill you in my nightmares, and I knew I needed to focus on work before he killed another innocent woman. That if I called you, I’d break down and be a burden on the team and the case.

And I know that’s not good enough, I should’ve left a message or called anyway.

I do like you. And your age is part of me not calling, I just don’t know if it’s right. For me to want you.”

He pauses and stares into your eyes before looking to the ground. “I don’t care if it’s right anymore. I do want you. When I close my eyes before bed, I see your smile, I think of you, and I just,” he digs his nails into his thighs, exhales heavily. “I want you so fucking bad,”

You swallow. “Care to show me?”

“Not tonight.” Aaron sighs. “I don’t want… I don’t want it to seem like I just want your body.”

“Even if I say it’s okay?”

“Even then,” he leans over and kisses you. 

Sweetly. Romantic, even.

“Let me make it up to you. What do you say about dinner tomorrow?” He rubs his thumb over your cheek. “Let me show you that I want you,”

“Sounds good, Hotchner.”

His brows shoot up. “How do you know my last name?”

“Well, I met this guy,” you say teasingly. “His name’s Spencer. Ring a bell?”

Aaron curses. “Did he say anything?”

“Just that you seemed down. He didn’t know anything, I just said you were my neighbor. Why, did you miss me? That why you were so miserable?”

“Yeah.” It’s the most confident he’s sounded all night. “Going forward…” he pauses. “Just slap me if I’m being an ass. I thought I was going crazy not being able to see you.”

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Something More Between Us (The Milkman x GN Reader)

Author's Note: A short draft that was playing in my mind because of the milkman on TikTok. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 781

The clock marked 9 p.m., marking the end of my shift as a doorman at the apartment complex where I live. I stretched out on the chair and sighed. At the same time, the other doorman comes through the door to take my place and start his shift.

“Hey, (Y/N), how was your day?” he asked as he started to unpack his things.

“A little tiring, to be honest. Had four residents, plus two without an entry request, and caught six doppelgangers, some more violent than others, but it comes with the job, I suppose.” I said as I packed my things.

“I’m lucky to be on the night shift” he smiled. “I only have three tenants on the list, and according to the DDD all the tenants are in the building except for those.”

“Don’t be careless. Our lives are at stake here.” I warned. “But, you’re right, you’re lucky.” I smiled.

I quickly scanned his list for the night and my heart skipped a beat. Francis name was there, I assume he left for his job as a milkman and, if I remember correctly from my night shifts, he was one of the first to arrive. 

When I started working as a doorman as well as living at the building, one of the perks was to get to know the people who lived in the same space. I always thought that Francis was good-looking, even with those tired eyes. However, even if we do chat a bit at the door or on the occasional bump in the corridors, we never really moved past that. He is a very reserved person and prefers to keep things private, I get that, plus he never seamed that interested in me.

As I was lost in thought, I heard two voices in the entrance lobby and realised my colleague was gathering all the folders to check the information.

“Mmm… Hello” I heard Francis say through the door.

“Good evening mister Mosses” greeted the doorman. “Let’s see…”

I resume my packing, picking up some final things left and reaching for the keys to my apartment.

“All good! You may go.”

“Perfect.”

The second voice reached for the window, “Good evening.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Looking good as always Mr. Gauss”

Once I had everything I left for my own apartment. When I reach the elevator, I saw that Francis was holding the door.

“Oh, thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” he said, “Izaack is also coming so I thought I might wait for both.”

I joined in and backed up against the wall, standing next to him.

“Our prettiest doorman is joining us today, its always a pleasure walking with you” Izaack mentioned as the door shuts, “Did you think about my proposal?”

I sighed for what seems like the thousandth time today. “I am not interested in going on a date with you, thanks.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/N).” He insisted. “It’s going to be fun, I promise. And I’m not just talking about dinner, you know?”

He stepped closer to me. Suddenly, I felt slightly trapped in that elevator. I tried to move further back, but I was already up against the wall. Isaack started to raise his hand to grab me by the chin and possibly bring me even closer to him. However, it didn't come to that. A body came between me and the raised hand.

“Geez, Francis, relax” Isaack chuckled. “I was just messing arround.”

The doors to the elevator opened on the second floor. Isaack was walking out into the corridor, but looked back before the doors closed again.

“You sure can be scary when you’re angry Mosses” He gave that characteristic smile of his. “See you tomorrow.”

The doors closed and Francis moved out of the way.

“Thank you” I whispered to him.

“Hm.” He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Listen, if he ever bothers you again liked that, let me know, ok?”

“Oh, don’t worry, Francis” I said while massaging the back of my neck “He's infuriating, that’s true, and persistent, but I can deal it him.”

The elevator reached the third floor.

“I mean it.” He said while leaving to his apartment. “I… I do worry about you.”

I was about to put the key in the door when I suddenly stopped and looked at him. He stared at me with his tired but expectant eyes.

"I didn't know..." An embarrassed but broad smile appeared on my face "Thank you, Francis, I care about you too, a lot."

He nodded and gave a small smile, turning and heading for his apartment. 

After all, there might be something more between us than I thought.

#milkman x reader #milkman #francis mosses #Francis #francis mosses x reader #x reader #reader #x you #you #thats not my neighbor #doppelganger #doppelganger francis mosses #The milkman #Francis x reader #Francis x you #Francis Mosses x you

[skelnexswriting]

Flustered

➪ | Pairing: | König x reader

➪ | Warnings: | Fluff, flustered könig, fem reader, use of y/n, hinted intimacy at the end, 3rd person.

➪ | Summary: | Konig and y/n finally get some time off work and decided to enjoy it with a vacation on the beach. But this is könig’s first time seeing y/n in a bikini and he just cant help himself.

➪ | A/n: | This was anonymously requested so I hope they and everyone enjoys!

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With this field of work, it was hard to get some time off. Y/n and König had been wanting to get away for a bit, but the pair never seemed to find the right time.

Whenever she were able to, he couldn’t and vise versa.

Well until now.

Finally Y/n and könig were given time off at the same time, which meant the two could go off where they wanted.

König told y/n about how he wanted to go to the beach and with the way his eyes lit up at the idea, who was she to deny.

König loved the idea of visiting a nice quiet beach where he could just relax and spend it with the girl he loved most. Where all his stress could just be washed away (literally).

…

So now that brings us to the present.

Y/n let König pick the beach since he seemed trilled by the idea. Luckily he was able to find a secluded yet beautiful beach, and off they went.

When they arrived König couldn’t be happier. The place was beautiful. There was so much green with a clear blue ocean to pair with it. Y/n was happy to see him so happy, to her he almost looked like a kid in a candy store.

“come on, lets go put our stuff away then we can head to the beach. Hows that sound big guy?”

“Sounds perfect, mein Schatz”

The view from the room was beautiful as well, it showcased the ocean perfectly and even had a door leading out to the beach.

König was quick to set his things down and change into more beach appropriate clothes. (Which nicely showed off his build)

“You coming?”

Y/n was unpacking the things, while könig was just about ready to run out.

“Yeah, just let me finish up in here and I’ll meet you out there ok?”

König nodded before heading out to the beach.

Just like he wanted the beach was pretty secluded. Far from him there were only few people which was perfect.

König continued his journey to the water, wanting to dip his feet.

He expected the water to be cold but it wasn’t really. It was just warm enough to be nice and relaxing.

He sat at the shore where the water just barely skimmed his feet, enjoying the view and just basking in the moment. It had been a couple minutes before he heard y/n’s voice calling out to him.

“hey handsome, what you doing?”

“just-“

Before König finish, he turned around and his jaw dropped.

There y/n were in a bikini. It was only now that König realized he’s never seen her in one.

The way it showcased her figure should be illegal. Y/n looked like an angel. A goddess even. König couldn’t couldn’t help the way his eyes slowly raked down your body, following every dip and curve.

It was crazy to think her usual cargos and gear was hiding all this, but now her body was on full display.

He was at a loss for words.

“Everything okay König?”

‘Was everything ok? Everything was perfect actually’ ,thought König.

“Ye- yes, everythings fine- Perfect! Everything’s perfect. It’s just- just that you know. I’ve never seen you in..in a-“

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at könig. He was always so cute when flustered. His cheeks dusted with pink while he stuttered trying to find the right words.

“A bikini?”

“Ye-yes that..You lo-look gorgeous my love.”

Y/n moved to sit next to König.

now he had a close and perfect view of…everything. Her thighs, hips, chest..

König was growing more flustered by the minute. His eyes betraying him, stealing glance at y/n’s body. Thinking she didn’t notice but she did.

Purposely looking through her lashes, y/n asked, “Why so flustered big boy?”

She was teasing him. She knew this, even he knew this.

König looked about ready to pounce on y/n. If she kept up with this teasing, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

“How can I not be, when you look so lovely, mein Schatz.”

König leaned in close with dark eyes and voice low. He leaned in just close enough for his mouth to just barely tickle her ear.

“But i bet you’d look even better with that thing off.”

And König was right. Y/n definitely looked better with that thing off ;)

#cod mw2 #modern warfare #mw2 x reader #mw2 x you #konig #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #mw2 konig #mw2 könig #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig fanfiction #konig imagine #konig x y/n #konig x you #konig mw2 #mw2 fanfic #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig cod #könig modern warfare #könig x y/n

[penny-anna]

Furniture delivery... 2!!

I had to take the whole day off for this one & was looking forward to a little break in the middle of the week but then they gave me an 8:30-11:30am delivery slot and I had to wake up at the same time as I'd get up for work anyway ):<

Service I paid for didn't include any unpacking so uhh unboxing time. Did not think to bring scissors

Legs need attaching. Was there for a while trying to find the screws etc like aw I hope this doesn't need a screwdriver

Alan key only!

1 leg

I was 3 legs in before I realised I could just screw them in w my fingers & use the alan key to tighten which is MUCH faster ):<

Ok now let's see if I can get it upright!!

I'm not going to lie to you this was VERY scary. There are of course many advantages to paying for something Sturdy but this fucker IS heavy & I am by myself :( managed not to break any fingers or toes!!

Long ass time to 'walk' it across the room and manoeuvre through this doorway lmao. Looking good tho!!

Ah polystyrenes all over my new carpet :(

[bebejungkook]

‧✧̣̇‧ Kissing Snowflakes teaser

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: Daycare worker!Jimin & reader, angst, fake dating au, coworkers to lovers au

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You’ve always dreaded Christmas with your family, you have always been in your cousins shadow, being compared to her beauty and social ways. But this year will be different, this year you’re bringing a date that will make you the talk of the party. The only problem is, you’re single as hell. Fortunately for you, your sweet and handsome coworker, Park Jimin, owes you a favor. Unfortunately for him, he’s in love with you and doesn’t know if he can handle pretending to be yours.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: 18+ jealous and insecure y/n, y/n cousin is a big ole bitch, mentions of past cheating, y/n cries, jimin gets upsetti, toxic family, drinking alcohol, y/n overthinks like crazy.

“I want you to be my boyfriend.”

Jimin almost chokes on the baby biscuits, which makes him wonder if these were safe at all, or he’s just trying to distract himself from getting too excited. You look uncharacteristically serious and he won’t let his heart get ahead of itself since nothing about you was ever predictable. Instead he grabs another biscuit and asks you to repeat yourself.

Just to make sure he heard right, he swears you said you wanted him to be your boyfriend.

“I want you to be my boyfriend.”

You smile as if you didn’t just make all of Jimin’s dreams come. He blushes and smiles, his whole world just turned into roses and sunshines. The lullabies in the background sound as clear as ever, a beautiful score for the start of your relationship.

“Ok, not a real boyfriend, a fake one!”

Oh.

The disappointment is clear in Jimin's expression but you don’t really notice, your plan is too clear in your head and you feel like a villain finally getting their character arch. You don’t see Jimin's world crashing down and burning. He’s quiet so you continue talking.

“Every year my stupid—“

“Language.” Your aid reminds you even though they’re all sleeping.

“My clown family always Interrogates me, it’s always, where’s your boyfriend, when are you quitting your job, and why can’t you be like your cousin,” The annoyance is clear in your pout and Jimin wonders if it might be worse than you let on.

“But this year when they see someone like you with me, they’ll see I’m totally worthy and leave me alone!”

He won’t unpack how messed up that whole sentence was, not now at least. Jimin’s a little heartbroken but at least with this arrangement, he’ll be able to see you more outside of work. He also wouldn’t mind not being alone on Christmas for once. He only really sees one con but for you, he’ll pretend his heart isn’t on the line.

“So what do you say?” You break him out of his thoughts with an eager smile that was borderline maniacal.

“I guess I do owe you.” He bites his lip in contemplation even though he already knew his answer.

“So yes?” Your round shiny eyes are his kryptonite, he just can’t say no when you look at him so adorably.

“Yes— yes I’ll be your fake boyfriend.” You muffle your squeal and hug him across the baby gate like he’s always dreamt you would.

Jimin doesn’t know what he got himself into, he just hopes his heart is in one piece at the end of this.

My first Jimin one shot 🫰🏽 how are we feeling besties? It’s almost Christmas and I’m excited!!! Anyways, let me know if you want to be tagged🖤

Love, Che

#jimin #park jimin #jimin fluff #jimin smut #jimin angst #jimin scenario #jimin scenarios #jimin x yn #jimin x y/n #jimin x oc #jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin imagine #jimin imagines #jimin oneshot #jimin fic #bts #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts scenario #bts scenarios #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts one shot #bts oneshot #jimin one shot #bts fic #jimin fake dating au

[sillyseaanemone]

So, i was finally able to catch this moment between Baghera and Slime in slimecicle’s VOD and... i really wanna unpack everything that happened in this conversation. (as a q!slime fan ahem its my duty) BIG fuckin ramble under the cut.

In the beginning q!Slime mentions Codeflippa and wanting to go back to the islands to see her again, to which q!Baghera says that the egg he’s always with isn’t actually his daughter. She tries to reason this by bringing up the Dia de Los Muertos event where she actually had a chance to meet Juanaflippa for the first time. She states she asked Flippa if she “wanted her father to get better,” to which Flippa said yes. Its so clear that this confrontation is out of a place of care from Baghera, but as always Slime takes this as a sign of hostility and goes on the defensive. Anything that makes him confront reality is something he tries to shut down FAST. Every. Time.

After Baghera states that Slime has “a fake daughter who is giving you a disease” he just claims she’s just making things up from “unrelated things” (which of course as the audience we know isn’t true). The most insulting line is Slime saying “You put on that sword and, all of a sudden, all you know is how to hurt people.” It’s sad to hear this!! Like I said before, Baghera is saying all of this out of care and concern for Slime (for his mental AND physical wellbeing) and knowing Juanaflippa’s wish of wanting her father to heal. Baghera even says she doesn’t want to hurt him!! Slime is just so consumed in this fake reality of "my daughter is back, my family can be all okay now!" that any sign of concern from his friends is taken as an attack on him.

If you recall Slime’s birthday stream, he had a ton of fun with Tallulah and Richas in the scavenger hunt and went back home thinking he was finally moving on. We saw a clear change in q!Slime in which he was finally attempting to accept Juanaflippa’s death. Then the fucking code appeared impersonating his daughter, and he completely relapsed. It was awful to see because his character lost all that progress and now is slowly dying to the code that takes the face of his daughter. Slime had such a long journey of grief he went down, and when he finally crawled out of the pit he was stuck in... he was kicked back in.

The verbal disagreement is then interrupted by q!Cellbit telling them that this whole situation with Codeflippa shouldn’t be talked about because it’s just not a good time. Which yeah, the whole Sinister Eye controlling everything and this Purgatory shit is #1 on the "Things to care about" list. I also just think this was his attempt to quell the argument as it is clear Slime was pretty upset. q!Foolish also attempts to cease the quarrel by chanting the team name.. I assume as a distraction and as a way to reunite the team again (since you know.. they were kinda splitting there). It ends up working and Baghera ends the conversation by saying she was happy to have met Juanaflippa during the Day of the Dead... Which honestly is the sweetest thing. At this point Baghera was just trying to advocate for the real Juanaflippa..

By the way.. Cellbit’s line ??? “We don’t even need to go back anymore, we can just stay here forever.” Kinda crazy to say! Yeah let’s stay in this hell where we consistently hurt our friends and relationships! Though it’s not out of character for him to say that. Purgatory is where he thrives, of course he would think it’s ok to stay. Just wanted to point that line out as well, because it really intrigued me.

I really think this conversation was important for the characters to have. Baghera is a character who really cares for her friends, although never wanting others to express worry for her. She really cares for the eggs, and she tries to be a voice of reason. But like I said before, Slime has fallen down into a reality in which his daughter is alive and well... nothing bad will ever happen again. I just think these two characters have such a fascinating dynamic and are really one of my favorite friendships :)

#qsmp #qsmp analysis #qsmp purgatory event #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp baghera #silly anemone rambles #<- new tag so i can keep track of my silly analysis stuff :3

[outsideratheart]

The Three Of Us (Alex Morgan x reader)

A/N: It has been 6 months since i last posted an Alex Morgan fic. I hope you enjoy!

“Let’s have a baby” Alex peppers kisses starting from your ear lobe before working her way down. 

By now she knew the moment you were the most open, relaxed and honest was during sex. 

Upon hearing those words you felt like you were stuck in a time loop. What is it they say is the definition of insanity ‘doing the same thing over again and expecting different results’ well that is what this is. Alex sees a family on your morning walk and within ten minutes you are getting questioned on your future or when she saw how one of the opposition’s players celebrated their game by playing with their child on the pitch “that could be us” she said.

“Really? You want to have this conversation now” you push her off you, what this was leading to is now the last thing on your mind.

“I don’t understand you. You are amazing with children and they love you. Why don’t you want one of you own? Why don’t you want one with me?” 

You breathe a sigh of frustration. Alex knew exactly what she was doing by asking you this but what angers you more is that she already knew the answer. 

“Alex, we have talked about this” you bury your head in your hands on the side of the bed “I do want children just not yet. I want to live my life for me. I want to travel the world and make memories with you. We have our careers, I play in Portland and you are in Orlando. I have things I want to achieve. It would be wrong for me to bring a child into this world when I cannot make it my number 1 priority”

“Y/N it’s easy for you to say that, you are younger than me. My body is on a timer and I’m running out of time.” Alex begins to explain. 

“What are you saying?” You ask. 

“It is clear we are at different points in our lives. We want different things”

“I want you Alex why isn’t this enough?” You stand and begin pacing the room. 

“I’m sorry Y/N” Alex makes her way to the door “these past 6 years have been the happiest of my life and I can never thank you enough for that but I’m ready for the next chapter in my life and it’s clear you are not” 

You spent the rest of your off season travelling just like how you and Alex planned only now it was a solo trip. You used the time alone to think about what you wanted in life. For many years the first thing that came to mind was Alex now that wasn’t an option so you chose to focus on your career. 

Before the season started you had national camp and the SheBelieves to win. When you stand in reception your eyes scan the room for one person in particular but you cannot see her. It was the first time in a very long time that you wouldn’t be sharing with Alex but you welcomed the change. 

After being assigned rooms, the team go their separate ways to unpack. As luck had it you were sharing with Christen. 

“Have you seen Alex?” You ask whilst in the bathroom. 

At first you don’t think Christen has heard you so you go back into the bedroom and repeat your question. 

“Ermm” Christen hesitates “she is injured” 

“Is she ok?” You try not to sound overly concerned but deep down you were worried. 

“I think so” 

When you get to the meeting room you take a seat near Kelley and you try to call Alex but she doesn’t pick up, you try again, still no answer. You don’t think anything of it at first then you see Kelley’s phone go off and Alex’s photo appears on her screen.

“Can you give us a moment Y/N?” Kelley says asking for privacy. 

“What?” You reply. 

“I need to speak to Alex” Kelley adds. 

This only adds to your frustration. It hurt to see the two of them clearly not want you to be apart of their conversation. You wished that the break up wouldn’t affect the team but clearly Alex got Kelley in the separation. 

“Then take the call elsewhere. This is a room for the players who are attending camp and the meeting is about to start” you keep your gaze forward. You let your voice tell them how mad you are because if they saw your face they would see how hurt you are. 

The players around you watch the interaction between the two of you and knowing what they do, they cannot help but feel bad for you and worry about what is to come. 

*****************

A week later and things aren’t getting easier. No matter how hard you tried to brush it off you could feel a block between you and the rest of the team. Most of them were avoiding you one on one whilst Pinoe wouldn’t leave you alone, she was trying too hard. 

You decide one night to do an extra training session. As you stand there with a football at your feet it’s as if your problems no longer exist. This is what football did for you. It gave you an escape. 

You run drills, take freekicks and penalties until the sun sets. When you feel fatigue setting in you know that it is time to call it a day. 

You check the make shift food hall, it’s empty and so are the tv rooms. The team must have gone out for something to eat. You couldn’t be mad that they hadn’t invited you, after all you told Christen that you wouldn’t back till later.  

When you get to your the room you are about to swipe your key card when you see the door is open and you hear voices inside.  

“She has a right to know” 

“It’s creating a divide in the team and Alex isn’t even here”

“Everyone in this room is lying to her and I won’t do it anymore” 

You knew something was going on but hearing that they have been lying to you about something, this you didn’t expect. 

“We can’t tell her. Alex asked us not to. She wants to be the one to do it” 

“Alex wants to tell me what?” You say from the doorway. 

The rate in which their head turns in your direction, some could have got whiplash. 

“How long have you been standing there?” Kelley asks. 

Answering a question with a question. Classic form of avoidance but you weren’t letting her off that easy. 

“Alex wants to tell me what?” You repeat yourself but the words are sharper as you walk closer to the defender. 

“We can’t” Kelley mumbles.

“Then we are done. All of us. You want to keep a secret from me, I can’t stop you but I can limit the amount of time I see you. Now all of you, get out of my room. Now” 

You point to the door and they all leave, one by one. 

“Do you know what they are talking about?” You ask Christen. 

The look on her face gives you the answer you need but you want to hear her say it. 

“She asked us not to tell you” this was the forward’s defence. 

“Then the only reason why you are still in this room is because you were assigned it. If it was up to me then you would have left with the others”

Christen stands there as her words fail her. What was she suppose to say? What could she do to reassure you that she hated keeping this from you. 

**************

Days pass and you don’t speak unless spoken to and even then is it minimal.

“Y/N” Tobin approaches you in the gym. 

“Go away Tobs” you say as you continue to run on the treadmill. 

“You know you can’t actually run away from your problems” she tries to make a joke but your face remains stale. 

You stop the treadmill and walk towards her. 

“I’m not running away from the problem because I don’t know what it is. None of you will tell me” 

“We can’t” Tobin says “Alex wants to be the one tell you” 

“Alex isn’t here. She won’t take my calls. She seems happy enough to tell all of you about this thing but she won’t tell me, the woman who has spent the past 5 years loving her”

Once you’re out of earshot Tobin makes a phone call. 

“Yes, you were right, she was in the gym” 

“No, she has just left so she’ll be on her way to you” 

“Just be careful with her Alex”

You make your way to your room, passing players as you do so. None of them say anything but you can feel their eyes burning holes into your head as you pass by them. When they think you aren’t listening you hear them whispering. It gave you an uneasy feeling in your gut. 

When you get to your room you hear Christen talking to someone. 

“Just be honest with her” your room mate days. 

“I don’t know if I can”

Alex

“I hate to say it but you don’t have a choice. You either tell her now or let her find out on her own which by the looks of things won’t take her long” 

You know you shouldn’t eavesdrop but they are in your room. Are you really doing anything wrong?

“She’ll never forgive me. When I tell her I’m pregnant there’s no hope for us” 

“What did you just say?” You make your presence known. 

“Y/N” the look on Alex’s face when she sees you is priceless. 

Christen doesn’t say anything. Instead she gives you the room. 

“Let me explain” 

“You’re pregnant?” You know you heard her correctly but seeing her from a closer view, her swollen stomach confirms what you heard. 

What confuses you is the size of her stomach. You are a football player, not a doctor but it is big. 

Alex sees you thinking and she knows the conclusion you are about to come to. 

“Wait, how far a long are you?” You ask. 

Alex mumbles something but you don’t hear her so you ask her to repeat herself. 

“Y/N” once again she says only your name. The way she says it sounds like she is asking for forgiveness before she even apologises. 

“Answer the question Alex” you stand your ground. 

When Alex takes a couple of steps towards you, you take a few steps back. 

“Stay there please” you ask. 

You know that if Alex gets close enough to you she will reach for you hand and you will unravel under her touch. 

“Please answer my question Alex. How far along are you?” 

 “4 months” 

One number. One word. It breaks you heart more than when Alex broke up with you. 

“No. You can’t be” you take more steps back as a way of putting as much distance between you and Alex as possible. “That means”

“Y/N let me explain”

“No. If you are 4 months along it means you were pregnant before we broke up. You were pregnant when I told you I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I really meant nothing to you?”

“Y/N you—“

“I never wanted you to be in a position to choose between me and wanting to to be a mother. I guess now you don’t have to” 

“Y/N that’s not what I wanted” 

“You’ll make great mother Alex” 

You leave the room and go straight to Tobin’s room because you know that is where Christen will be. 

As your knuckles bang on the door you feel you nose tingle and tears brim your eyes. Your chest tightens and the enormity of what just happened hits you like a ton of bricks. 

“Y/N I’m so sorry” Christen says. 

You all but collapse in her arms as she opens the door. 

Without letting you go Christen leads you to the bed. You immediately cuddle into her side as you let your tears fall. 

“Go see Alex” Christen mouths to Tobin. 

When the two of you are alone Christen asks you what happened. 

“She’s pregnant but you already know don’t you? That is what everyone has been hiding from me?”

Christen knows that her answer won’t make this any better so she stays quiet whilst slowly stroking your hair. 

“She is 4 months pregnant. She did it when we were together. She never cared about me” 

“Y/N that’s not true, Alex loves you with her whole heart.” Christen says confidently. 

If there was one thing anyone who ever saw you and Alex together knew, it was that the love you have for each other is unconditional. 

“She doesn’t but that’s ok, she doesn’t need to anymore. She has her family and she will be an amazing mom I know it”

Christen was in awe of how you spoke. You are the most selfless person she has ever met. Even now when you heart has been broken again, you would let Alex go if it meant she got to be happy. 

“Are you really going to let her go?” Christen asks you. 

“She’s already gone Chris” you admired defeat “she had already left when she was stood in front of me asking if I wanted children. She asked me this whilst knowing she was already pregnant” 

“And you’re not ready for this? Are you sure or are you scared?”

“Chris, in a few months time she will have a baby. The thought of been a mother in 3 years time scares me”

“So it is because you’re scared not because you don’t want a baby” Chris continues to push you on the topic. 

“I really don’t want to talk about it. Can we just lay here?” You ask. 

“Of course. Do you want to hear about how Tobin broke Channing’s arm?” 

Christen tells you the story but she isn’t even half way through when she feels your breathing even out. When she looks down your eyes are closed confirming her suspicions that you had fallen asleep. 

***************

When you wake up the next morning, you find yourself alone in the hotel room. You see a note of the bedside table. 

You looked so peaceful and I thought you could use the sleep. I have gone for breakfast, come down when you’re ready. 

P.S breakfast ends at 10am. 

You take a quick glance at the clock, 9:30. You mange to get a shower and ready for the day in ten minutes. You are about to leave the room when you are reminded of last nights events. When you look in the mirror you know you don’t look great. Despite the extra time in bed, your eyes are still red and puffy. 

When you get to the food hall you see a spare seat next the Christen and you know it isn’t a coincidence. As you take a seat Christen hands you a cup of coffee. 

You can feel everyone’s eyes on you. It is clear that they know you know. As you look around you make eye contact with every player on the team and they look at you the same way, with pity. 

You push your chair out then stand on it. 

“Can I have everyone’s attention?” You ask. 

What you are just now realising is that Alex isn’t only sitting at your table but she sitting directly opposite you. She sends you a weak smile but you can only shake you head. 

“The past couple of days you have been keeping something from me and it hurt. It hurt to see my friends, some of you my best friends, choose to keep me in the dark about this but I don’t care anymore. Alex asked you not to say anything and you respected her wishes. Now I ask you to do the same thing for me, I wish to move on and not talk about this topic any more. Can you do that?” You ask. 

You receive a mixture of responses but they are all in agreement. 

“Are you ok?” Christen asks as you retake your place at the table 

“No. I’m far from it” you reply was honest because you didn’t have the energy in you to lie. 

As you finish your sentence you see Alex watching you. The worry on her face is evident but you refuse to have sympathy for her considering that she is to blame for your current state of mind. 

The longer you look at her the further away she feels but you keep eye contact. The intensity of the stare gains the attention of those around you and they can do nothing but watch the two of you hoping that nothing too extreme happens. You watch as Alex’s hand goes to her stomach and a small smile tugs at her lips, seeing this brings you to tears but you can’t look away. You feel a single tear on your cheek, you let it fall and soon feel another one follows in suit. You flinch when you feel Christen’s hand on your thigh.

“Y/N lets—“

she gets cut off when a member of the media team approaches you.

“Y/N Vlatko has said to come and get you. You have media duties this morning” 

You mentally scold yourself, forgetting about the media that has been scheduled.

“She can’t do it, look at her” Alex says as she comes to your defence.

“I’m not yours to worry about anymore Alex” 

You stand and are about to leave when Christen grabs your hand.

“She’s right Y/N I don’t think it is best for you to go in front the media right now” Christen joins Alex’s cause.

“I’ll be fine Chris. It’s not like they are going to ask me how I feel about my ex showing up to camp pregnant after we broke up or maybe they might, did you tell anyone else before you told me or more accurately before i was told?” 

You turn to Alex with a wicked look in your eye.

********************

A couple of months later, Portland are playing Orlando and for the first time since before the break up you find yourself back in the sunshine state.

“How does it feel been back here?” Lynsey asks you.

“Like i’m suppose to be sneaking out to spend the night at her house” you reply as you look out at the city view from the hotel room.

You go quiet and Lynsey knows that even though you are looking at the city, you are deep in your head. Since that camp you have been closed off, not in a ignorant way, you have still be spending time with the team but you’re not the Y/N they once knew. 

“She’ll be at the game. Are you ready to see her?” 

“I have come to realisation that I will have to see her, I will have to play with her and i’m ok with that”

“No you’re not”

“No I’m not but it sounded very mature didn’t it?”

The next day you beat Orlando 5-1, a result that came as a surprise to no one. You and some of of the Portland girls decide to stay another night and go to Disneyland on your day off the next day.

The other girls, along with Ash and Ali, decide to go out for a meal but you tell them you are too sore. It was a lie, you knew it and they knew it but they let you off regardless.

You walk the streets of Orlando and a highlight reel of your’s and Alex’s relationship plays on a loop in your head. You are so caught up in the past that you almost don’t hear your phone go off.

Looking down you expected it to be Sonnet who told you she would tell you the dessert list in case you wanted one bringing back.

“Sonny, let me guess they have red velvet cheesecake and you want to know if I want one slice or two?” 

The line is quiet but you can hear someone breathing heavily.

“Y/N” it was Alex.

You freeze upon hearing her voice.

“Y/N something is wrong with the baby” 

Her words instil a level of fear you have never experienced before.

“I need you Y/N” 

In that moment you couldn’t care less about the past or the hurt that Alex has caused you. All you cared about was her and the baby.

You take in your surroundings, you weren’t far from Alex’s house so decide to run there instead of waiting for a taxi knowing that it would be quicker.

“Alex” you don’t bother knocking as you enter the house you once called a home “Alex i’m here, where are you?” you call out.

You do a quick sweep of the downstairs before running upstairs.

“Alex!” you call her again.

“B-b-bedroom” She only just manages to reply.

Once in the master bedroom you see Alex on her side hugging her stomach, the size of it catches you off guard, it really has popped since you last saw her.

“You came” Alex says in disbelief.

“I promised you I would always be there if need me and I never plan on breaking it” you sit on the edge of the bed “Tell me where it hurts?” 

As soon as you ask the question you realise how stupid you must sound. You know where it hurts and you have no idea what to do.

“Y/N” Alex says and even though she is in pain she still manages to give you a look which says what do you think.

“Right, stomach, baby” you take a deep breathe as you try to pull yourself together. “Let’s get you to the hospital, i’ll drive”

Again this earns you the look.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m trying my hardest here”

You carry Alex bridal style to car and drive to the hospital but not before sending a text to your national team mates asking them to meet you there.

Once through the doors, the doctors take Alex and ask you to wait in the waiting room. It’s not long after that the girls arrive. They ask you what happened but you don’t have the answer.

“You’re telling us its a coincidence that this happens the night you are in town. The night you tell us that you don’t want to come out with us” Ash says.

Her accusation is clear and while you know you did nothing purpose you can’t help but think you could have had something to do with it. Alex never turned up at the soccer game, was it because she didn’t want to see you? Was she stressed about having to face you? Was Ash right, was this your fault?

When the doctor comes out she asks for the family of Alex Morgan and everyone but you stand.

You can over hear the doctor tell them that both Mother and baby are doing well, after that you zone out, you had heard all you needed to but when you see ash turn to you with a scowl of her face and shake of her head you know that it must have been your fault.

“She’s allowed visitors, are you coming?” Tobin asks you.

“No, I can’t” 

Tobin sits with you for a few minutes until she knows you are a little calmer.

“Where’s Y/N?” Alex asks when Tobin enters the hospital.

“She isn’t coming in” the forward replies.

“I thought for a moment she still cared. When I looked at her it was like my Y/N was looking back but I guess not” Alex doesn’t try to hide the hurt in voice and even if she did, her face would give it away.

She watches as her friends all look at each other, it’s as if they are having conversation between each other without talking.

Alex has enough when she sees Sonnet whispering something in Lynsey’s ear and the forward shakes her head.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Alex says.

The sound of the heart rate monitors rapidly increases as Alex begins to worry.

“Alex you need to calm down. It’s not good for you or the baby” Ali says.

Alex closes her eyes as she focuses on her breathing knowing that her friend is right.

“Ash made Y/N think that this is all her fault. That she caused, well whatever happened to you, to happen” Sonnet spits out.

Although Alex wasn’t sure what caused this, she knew it wasn’t you. She knew that if not for you then it could have been a lot worse. She looks at the goalkeeper who funnily enough cannot bring herself to look at her friend.

“Get out” Alex tells her “Now”

Ash is about to argue but Alex cuts her off.

“I would like all of you to leave. I need to rest and I thinks it’s better if I do that alone” 

The girls do as they are told, knowing that arguing with a pregnant woman never ends well.

Hours pass and Alex’s thoughts are all about you. She knew that once Ash planted the seed of fault that you would believe her and that as time passed you would only feel more guilty.

She presses the button on the remote which calls for a nurse.

“Yes Miss Morgan” 

“Is there a woman out there. Tall, rather muscly”

“Looks like a soccer player?” The nurse playfully asks and Alex nods.

“I take it you’re talking about Y/N Y/L/N?” 

Alex nods again.

“She is out there. She hasn’t moved since she brought you in but I think she is trying to drink our coffee machine dry” the nurse jokes.

That sounds like the Y/N Alex knows.

“Will you please ask her to come in? I know she doesn’t want to but I really need to see her” 

“She does want to come in Miss Morgan. Before your friends got here I watched her walk towards that door and go back to her seat so many times I lost count” 

The nurse leaves the room and Alex waits in anticipation. Her eyes dart to the door whenever she hears foot steps close by. 

“I don’t like her” you say as you lean against the threshold. 

“I heard that” the woman shouts from the nurse’s station. 

“I don’t care” 

Alex only laughs at your childish response. 

“What did she say?” Alex says hoping to avoid the elephant in the room. 

“Nothing that wasn’t true”  you admit as you sit in the seat beside Alex. 

“You never did like the truth” 

“I like it better than lies” you pause and instantly regret what you’ve said “I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t want to cause any more damage” 

You rest your elbows on your knees as you bury you head in your hands. The sound of the machine Alex is hooked up to only makes your guilt worse. 

“It wasn’t your fault Y/N and Ash had no right to tell you otherwise. According to the doctors I wasn’t resting enough and this was the baby’s way of telling me to slow down”

As she mentions the baby your eyes wander to her swollen stomach. 

“Please forgive me Y/N” Alex begs. 

“Alex I forgave you the morning after I found out. I could never stay mad at you for wanting a family. It’s something that I couldn’t give you, not yet anyway” 

“I hate the way things ended between us” your ex girlfriend admits. 

“Did you expect anything else? Did you think that once I found out you were pregnant that I would change my mind?” You weren’t angry anymore but you were still hurting and felt like you deserved answers. 

“Yes” Alex replies honestly “I’ve seen you with kids Y/N, I have no doubt in my mind that you will be an amazing mom but you’re scared, you’re scared that you will turn out like your own mother” 

Alex was right. Your mother had you when she was young and when she wasn’t ready. She blamed you for not being able to live her life and it caused a rift in your relationship until the day she died. 

“I’m petrified Alex. You mean the world to me and I can’t have you resenting me when I fail our child”

“Y/N” Alex whispers, her voice low as she is overcome with emotion “you called her our child” 

“I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve even dreamt about it a few times but seeing you tonight on the bed in so much pain, I was so scared Alex and I could do nothing to help you” as you think back to a few hours ago your fear returns. 

“You did everything you could have. You calmed me down even though I know you were freaking out on the inside. You got me to the hospital and despite our break up and what I did, you stayed out there and you didn’t leave me” 

When Alex sees one of your hands resting on the side of the bed she grabs it. Touch was your love language and in that moment she knew you needed the connection. 

You feel Alex’s hand in yours and you feel yourself relax more than you have in months. 

“You called the baby a her?” You say letting Alex know that you picked up on the pronoun she used “you said you wanted a surprise”

“Well this pregnancy hasn’t exactly gone the way I hoped” Alex jokes “and before you say it, I know that is my fault” 

There is so much you want to say but you don’t know how to say it. 

“Tell me what you thinking” Alex asks as if it is that simple. 

Your thoughts are too loud to comprehend. 

“You can leave if you want. You drove me here and you stayed with me but I’m fine, the doctors said I can go home tomorrow so you can leave”

“No, no. I don’t want that” you had never been so sure of anything in your life. 

“Tell me what want you Y/N” 

“I want to kiss you. I’m missed been able to kiss you” you look down at Alex’s lips. 

“I won’t stop you” 

You stand up and sit on the edge of the bed. You cup Alex’s cheek. When you lean forward you stop millimetres away from her face. 

She really is the most beautiful woman you have ever met. 

With your lips on hers, you both move in sync. The kiss isn’t wildly passionate but it is full of love. 

“I want you and I want her”

Your hand hovers over her stomach. The hesitation you feel is due to a mixture of nervousness and fear. 

“You can touch it” Alex grabs your hand and places it on her belly with hers intertwined on top of it. 

It feels surreal and you think about what this moment means not only for you but for yours and Alex’s relationship. 

Your face lights up when you feel the baby kick against your hand. A smile that rivals that of the Cheshire cat from Alice in wonderland spreads from ear from ear. 

“She likes your voice” 

Surely this couldn’t be true. The only time you have talked to Alex since been pregnant is when you found out and it wasn’t exactly a positive conversation. 

“I have been playing her some of our videos and the ones the team has posted. I have really missed you and it turns out your voice doesn’t only soothe me” 

“I’ve missed you too, more than you know. I haven’t been the same without you Alex” 

Alex moves further aside so you can lie on the bed. You pull Alex into you side with one arm whilst the other one gently rubs her bump. 

“There is a human in there” the more you think about the concept, the more you are amazed that Alex has another human being growing inside of her. 

“It freaks me out” she admits. 

The two of you lay there peacefully. The comfortable silence is welcomed as you enjoy being in each other’s company again. 

“I can do this. I am ready” you are speaking to Alex but you are also reassuring yourself. 

“We can do this. It’s me and you, we are a team” Alex corrects you. 

“No Alex. It’s me, you and our daughter” you kiss her temple 

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[thefanficmonster]

It is I!! With (yet again) another small Idea I JUST had

Imagine this: Corpse x Apartment neighbor reader, where one night Corpse just Scream to the top of his lugs and then the reader screams back just for fun and then they get to know each other that way

I found it kinda funny honestly but that's like a rough idea of what I just thought let me know if ya liked it, k?

-with love Miss Kia

PS: Remember to take care even if it's just sleeping a bit or a glass of water okay?🥰 Whatever you do is good enough for us

PS2: Please tag me with it done, if you do make it ☺️

Hi dear! I know it's been literal months since you sent in this request but I've finally gotten around to it and I hope the final product makes the wait worth it. Love you with all my heart, Vy 💕

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety and Stress, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: see request above

As you slump against the only standing piece of furniture in your otherwise barren living room, you can't help but sigh. Boxes surround you, silently judging you for leaving them in their status quo for yet another day. Postponing the inevitable unpacking awaiting you isn't much of a choice with your busy schedule but it is what it is and anything else would be making excuses. And there's nothing you hate more than making excuses.

You moved into this new apartment three days ago and yet you have only spent twelve hours in it total. Your stuff is still in boxes which you are quite frankly afraid to open, worried of all the broken crap you'll find because the movers you hired turned a blind eye to the large bold letters the word FRAGILE was written in.

Working two jobs is the only way you can pull through your final year of college but it's starting to feel like you're digging your mental health and sleep schedule a grave instead.

You wanna scream. Scream your fucking lungs out. But you can't with these shitty thin walls. You don't want your neighbors to think you're a nut-job. At least not already. Hell, they haven't even seen your face. You could be living next to Leonardo DiCaprio and have zero clue.

Ok, full disclosure, the building is filthy, so Leo is certainly not living next-door but a serial killer might be.

And speaking off....

Just as that ridiculous though passes your mind and causes you to chuckle, the aforementioned thin walls are straight up rattled by a guttural scream, the vibrations of which nearly bring the ceiling down on you.

You let several moments go by as the building settles in it's slot in the Earth following that vocal earthquake. You stare blankly at the wall behind which the scream emanated from, the wall separating you from your neighbor.

That serial killer thing seems to check out, you think to yourself as your loopy, exhausted brain hits the wrong instruction button, sending you in a fit of quiet giggles.

They can't think I'm a loose canon if they're just as bad, can they?

You decide they can't and go on and rip your friendly neighbor a new one. A scream much stronger, louder and longer that simultaneously establishes your dominance as well as deflates the tension that had built up in your chest.

It's the relief you've needed for a while now.

Similar silence follows your scream, leaving you to catch your breath, head tilted back with peace you haven't felt since you decided to move.

At least until there's a knock at your door.

"Hey, um, you good in there?"

The knock maybe put you on edge, but the voice is what seriously caught you off-guard. In all honesty, it intrigued you more than you'd like to admit. Not enough to get you to open the door, but enough to get you up from the couch and get you to approach the door at least a little.

"You're one to talk. You started the chain, pal." You retort without a second's hesitation which probably should have been considered, with the whole serial killer theory and all.

You hear the guy chuckle, "Desperate times call for desperate measures. It's not like I own a stress ball."

Another step brings you closer to the door, "I mean, they don't really do much. And therapy is expensive. Scaring your neighbors is free."

"I scared you?" He has the audacity to sound shocked, almost offended, "You scared me!"

"You bet your ass I did. Gotta let you know who the boss is around here." You sass right back, unable to prevent the bubbling laughter from escaping you.

It mirrors his, "Well, boss, wanna open this door? I feel a little looney and I probably look so too. Talking to a door and all."

His comments provokes a mumbled apology from you as you, against all the better judgement your 2-minutes-ago self possessed, go to open the door.

And my, oh my, did you win the neighbor lottery. You got a lethally cute one.

"Hi there, neighbor." You greet the taller figure crowned by a mop of messy dark curls. His dark eyes barely peer through the curtain.

But you still manage to make out his smile, even with the mask blocking it from direct view, "Hello to you too, neighbor."

"Y/N, nice to meet ya."

"Corpse, the pleasure's all mine."

His name wouldn't help his serial killer case if you weren't so focused on the few features of his you could see.

There's a brief beat of silence he puts an end to with a shy yet still witty comment, "I know you're supposed to bring baked goods to new neighbors but I can't cook for shit....I got beer though?"

A smile brightens up your face which clearly releases some tension from him, "Say no more, Corpse. You got my full attention. Even if you might be a serial killer."

His eyes blow wide, "What?"

So do yours, "What?"

Well, if that isn't the most rom-comy thing ever. Hallmark and audience approved.

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[marimayscarlett]

They all said the band could continue depending of which member would leave. Rammstein sound is Paul, Flake and Oliver first, lyrics and voice, Till. I believe if Schneider or Richard left, the band could continue with new members. Most famous riffs are from Paul after all, and the slow songs are from Oliver. Many guitarists could do as much as a good job as Richard and I doubt the majority of the public would notice outside the fandom. From Flake himself : depend on who's leaving.

Hi 👋 (

Wow, ok, there's a lot to unpack here. I'll try to work my way through it. (This is long, and I don't expect anyone to really read this.) I have to admit, I was a little taken aback when I opened this ask. In my opinion, it is strange and quite presumptuous for an outsider and a person who has no part whatsoever in the creative process of this band, to presume to be able to assess who in the band is dispensable. Following the logic of your thought process, in the sense of "many guitarists could do as much as a good job as Richard", you are discrediting any creative input and output this man has ever done in Rammstein, Emigrate and any band he was in before. That seems pretty unfair to the founder of a band you seem to like. (And interesting that once again the criticism is aimed at Richard - this man gets that from fans quite often...). Schneider also seems to find no mercy in your eyes and seems replaceable to you.

What I'm missing in your overall thought process, which looks at the matter from a purely technical point of view, is the interpersonal relationship between the members, the creative influence on one another, the support, the exchange of ideas between them which brings up new ones - all these factors which play a role in making the music what it ist.

I also find the statement that the quiet songs are from member x and the riffs from member Y too simple. Rammstein always emphasize how much of a democratic system they are, it's well known how many influences go into the songs. Sure, many components of the songs come from ideas of the individual members, and yet I think your statement is too short-sighted, that's not how songwriting works at Rammstein (something Richard also had to learn). A few examples that show how diverse the influences in the creative processes of the songs are:

In the song 'Engel', a riff from the song 'Be up to know' by Orgasm Death Gimmick is used - Richard's old band.

The song 'Mutter' dates way back - a first instrumental version was found on a demo tape by Richard from 1994. He himself mentioned he wrote this song for a wedding.

The song 'Heirate mich' reuses a riff from the song 'Klaus Kinski' by the Magdalene Keibel Combo, Flake's and Paul's old duo. Another riff which dates back to this Combo is used in 'Herzeleid'.

A little example for the band's creative instrumental process in a song: In 'Los', Till plays the harmonica, Olli couldn't stand it, Paul liked it and fought hard for it. Schneider contributed a lot to the aesthetic of the song with his blues guitar skill.

For 'Du hast', Flake and Richard largely contributed - the song is build on synth sequence by Flake and a riff by Richard.

The musical idea from 'Mein Teil' comes from Paul.

'Wilder Wein' was written musically and lyrically by Till (to impress the ladies).

A big joint project of the band was 'Deutschland', based on a demo tape by Richard, who was thinking of his family when writing the song.

While this wonderful post (@namelessrammgirl sure has a way with words 🤍) today listed what each band member contributes to the band, I'd also like to let the guys speak for themselves on the subject of the band ending and leaving - as we all know this has been a recurring theme:

Richard doesn't totally believe that the band can function if one member leaves. However, he says that looking back at music history, something like this always works, but the old chemistry is no longer there. He is very open about the fact that he would be ready for something other than Rammstein and would try out new things. He also talks about a rule within the group that if one of them quits, they continue to participate financially - so the subject of leaving (not only for Richard, who has often entertained this idea) was probably a general topic in the band. [source]

"As long as we feel that the ship is still sailing and the port has not yet been reached, we will continue. But if we were to enter a port, I wouldn't be sad." This statement comes from Paul. "We haven't talked specifically about an end yet, but we are aware of the fact that Rammstein is a finite story, even if there is no plan for it yet." This statement is from Schneider. [source] Both make it clear that Rammstein will come to an end for them at some point, Paul also mentions in this interview that the untitled album contains "truly a lot of blood, sweat and tears, anger and stress", Richard mentions that his ideas, even though he got on really well with Paul, were criticized a lot - as you can see, things are always bubbling in this band. It's not a question of who can do what technically well, there's a lot of interpersonal stuff at play here, which makes the band uniquely successful and the work in it uniquely difficult.

So while we shouldn't look at everything through rose-tinted glasses, the potential issue of 'who leaves the band and how do they move on afterwards' should absolutely and only be a matter for the people involved. We as fans should, in fact, be happy and grateful that after 30 years, internal conflicts, accusations and a terrible year 2023, this band still manages to work together, give us tours and unique music. It's always easy to moan and make suggestions for improvement - but in my opinion, it's not at all helpful.

#rammstein #ask

[brandogenius]

Heyy I love your writing!! I was just thinking about phoebe taking reader camping! Maybe with the boys as well? Campfire and hikes all that cute stuff 💛

oh hell yeah!!!

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - phoebe x reader - camping ft the boys

- reader hasent ever been camping before and phoebe finds this out and demands they go camping for the weekend. it’s as simple to ask the boys, of course they are in.

- it was a bit more harder to convince you. you never been camping and are a bit cautious and worried. mostly due to spiders and the thought of sleeping outside. god knows what could be out there

- “it’ll be fine! it’ll be great trust me!”

- it didn’t go well. arriving at the destination, it’s raining, it’s cold 😭 you just want to go back home to your warm bed but phoebe jumps out of the car with a big grin on her face like “LETS GET GOING” “but it’s raining” “a bit of rain can’t harm us!”

- setting up camp in the woods, letting julien and phoebe set up the tent, you and lucy unpacking everything from the trunk of the car. maybe letting phoebe work in the tent was a bad idea. when you can hear in the distance, muffled screaming from phoebe about losing a screw and frustrated sighs from julien

- coming back to find the tents are up (how you don’t know you’re not gonna question it) it’s cold, you’re tired and hungry. you drank all your coffee and you kinda regret wanting to go camping now. maybe if it was on a warmer day you’d be fine but not now.

- deciding to take a minute in the tent to unpack and set out all the tents, phoebe popping her head in like “we’re going for a hike cmon” and you scowling up at her like ☹️☹️☹️

- deciding to go along anyway. no way are you gonna be left alone in the woods by yourself. you go with the boys on a hike

- “do we have a map?” “no, i was thinking we just yolo it” “that’s…not how it works” julien opening her phone to boot up a map with a sigh but having no signal. she decides to lead the group, following the footpath trail

- phoebe sensing your anger/ tiredness / frustration and feeling a little guilty. holding your hand as the two of you trailed behind lucy and julien.

- getting lost on the trail, somewhere in the forest because phoebe said the path connected on the left. the path stopped back at the forest, where? nobody knows but it has you stressing. you’re lost in the woods, no signal, no tent. there could be bears of wolves.

- lucy and julien talking amongst themselves quietly trying to figure out a safe route back. phoebe wrapping you in a back hug, chin on your shoulder, pouting like a puppy “are you mad at me?” “yes.” “i’m sorry..” “baby we’re lost in the fucking woods”

- funny enough, lucy manages to find a longer but trusty route back to the entrance of the forest aka where the camp sights are. top it all off it starts to rain heavier. trying to rush back to the camp sight while soaked with the rain was not a good idea

- however it was a little funny when phoebe slipped from the wet mud. call it karma if you will. even if she was frowning like a kicked puppy, you still helped her up and made sure she was ok.

- back to the camp y’all made it. wet and tired, cold and hungry. drying off with the extra clothes you brought, opting to just stay in your pjs. julien was trying to light a fire from wood and stone. phoebe and lucy were preparing dinner.

- coming out of the tent to have dinner. you were kinda quiet. the boys sending the tension but not wanting to say anything. carrying on as normal, chatter and laughter surrounding the campfire. you end up joining in too, calming down a bit

- phoebe bringing out the guitar, singing some rounds of songs. it did help calm the anger and nerves. knowin you were safe with the boys.

- even when it was time for bed, you huddled close to phoebe. she was hugging you tightly, apologies spilling from her mouth. “you made up for it when you slipped on that rock”

#pom writes #phoebe bridgers x reader #phoebe bridgers au #phoebe bridgers angst #phoebe bridgers blurb #phoebe bridgers fluff #phoebe bridgers headcanons #phoebe bridgers fanfic #phoebe bridgers one shot #boygenius x reader #boygenius fanfic #boygenius au #boygenius one shot #boygenius blurb #boygenius angst #boygenius fluff

[specialagentlokitty]

Hotch x Daughter!reader - the outcasts

If it's ok I'd like to request a Hotch x daughter reader where she's an outcast and goes to Nevermore Academy and both of them try to hide it from the team but they find out (I picture the reader being a psychic with telekinesis/mind reading powers) - @elemental-of-magic💜

Smiling to yourself, you grabbed the coat hanger from your bed and put your shirt on it, followed by your blazer and your tie.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

Looking down at your phone, you pulled a face at the werewolf grinning from ear to ear.

“Not a chance Enid, she’ll kill us!” You laughed.

“Her parents said it’s fine! Just think about it?!” She pouted.

Hanging the coat hanger on the top of your door, you walked back over and picked up your phone, making your way through your home as you shook your head.

“Nope, nope and nope.”

“Fine I’m just going to come to yours then.” She huffed.

“Enid I swear to god.” You laughed.

She laughed back and grinned at you.

“I’m going to do it! Your dads going to love it!”

“He’s not!” You chuckled.

You walked in to the kitchen and propped her up on the counter as you started to go through the cupboards.

“Hey kiddo!” Your dad called.

“Mr Hotchner! Mr Hotchner!” Enid yelled.

“Hey! Shut up!” You yelled.

Hotch walked through to the kitchen, kissing the top of your head, he waved at the phone with a smile.

“Hello Enid, how’re you?”

“I’m good! Can I come stay with you for a few weeks during summer?”

“I can’t see any issue with it, Jack will be going away on his camping trip at the end of this month.”

“Awesome! Let’s ask Wednesday!” Enid gushed.

“Dad!” You whined.

While the phone rang again you started to snack on some food you had found and turned to your dad.

He was just smiling, amused at your childish behaviour about him agreeing for your friend to come stay with you.

“What? Enid comes a few times a year anyways, and since I’m working you guys can have the house to yourselves.”

“Ooo parties.”

“No.” He said sternly.

“I’m kidding! Wednesday would kill us. Can Wednesday stay to?”

“Sure, just make sure that you keep Thing away from my room, I really don’t want to find it a mess again.”

“I’ll make sure your doors locked.” You laughed.

Your dad kissed your head and you cheered when Wednesday finally answered her phone.

It took some convincing but she finally agreed to come stay, and the following week your dad was driving you to pick them both up.

You and Enid excitedly talked away in the car about how your summers were going while Wednesday just sat there staring out of the window.

Hotch helped them carry their stuff in, and he set them in your room where you had set up two air mattresses and put yours on the floor with them.

“Where’s your bed gone?!” Enid yelled.

“Clearly she moved it for more room idiot.” Wednesday said.

“Hey play nice.” You scolded.

Wednesday rolled her eyes at you and started to unpack her things, putting everything in a space around the bed she had chosen.

“Hey dad is having a BBQ tomorrow night with his team do you guys want to join?” You asked.

“Oh yes yes yes!” Enid cheered.

“Sounds awful.”

“I’ll bring you food up Wednesday.” You laughed.

You guys spent most of the night playing games, talking and eating snacks.

The next morning, Wednesday woke up before you, making her way down the stairs where your dad was making breakfast.

“Morning Wednesday.” He smiled.

“Hello Mr Hotchner.” She greeted.

She sat down at the table and just stared at him.

When he first met her he was slightly uncomfortable, but now he was used to it and he simply set a plate of pancakes down in front of her.

“Help yourself to whatever, I’ll get the other two up.”

“Must you? It’s so peaceful without them talking my ears of.” She sighed.

“Unfortunately yes, (Y/N) will kill me if I don’t wake her up for pancakes.” He laughed.

He set two more plates on the table.

He walked away, waking Enid up first before he spent the next twenty minutes trying to wake you up.

Enid and Wednesday both came back up the stairs and shared a look.

“We’ve mastered this.” Enid grinned.

Hotch stepped back, watching as Enid stood over you.

Wednesday ripped your covers off, and before you could react Enid dropped herself on you, making you let out a loud groan while slapping her back.

“I’m awake! I’m awake!”

“If you stay there you might finally end her talking.” Wednesday said.

“Get off you lump!” You laughed.

Pushing her off you, you slapped Wednesday’s leg and jumped up, rushing down to quickly eat the food your dad had made you.

“I’ve got to go to the office, I’ll see you girls tonight!” He called.

“We’ll be home late going shopping!” You called back.

“Can we at least go to a bookstore this time?” Wednesday asked.

“Sure! Let’s go!”

You guys spent all day out, and Hotch started the BBQ without you.

“Wheres the little lady?” Rossi asked.

“She’s shopping with some friends from school?” Hotch smiled.

“What school does she go to? You’ve never said.” Derek asked.

Hotch didn’t reply for a moment, he focused to flipping the burgers before he closed the grill and turned to his team.

They’d been asking him this question for ages, and he never gave a straight answer.

“She’s goes to a boarding school, it was her mothers wishes she attended the same school.”

“But is it close? Far?” JJ asked.

“It’s quite far, it’s a nice place though, great students and staff.”

“So Jack will go to?” Reid asked.

Hotch shook his head and went back to tending to the food.

“No he’s got his friends here.”

They all nodded and finally dropped the subject, they knew they weren’t going to get any information out of him.

About an hour later you came home and ran up to your room to drop your shopping before grabbing Enid’s hand.

“What food do you want?”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t get moody if you don’t like it!” Enid called.

You guys ran back down the stairs and into the back yard.

Letting go of your friends hand, you let her run over to your dad while you crept up on Rossi and jumped on his back.

“You’re going to knock me down one day you know!” He laughed.

You let go and let him turn around to hug your properly.

“How was school?” Emily smiled.

Hugging her, you quickly went around and gave the rest a hug as well.

“It was good! A lot of drama this year, and a new student, she’s really weird but she’s cool!” You beamed.

You bounded over to the table where the food was, and started to help Enid pile food on to a plate.

“So who’s this?” Derek smiled.

“Oh this is Enid!”

You introduced them, and explained that your other friend was in your room because she didn’t like people very much.

While Enid took the food upstairs, you stayed to talk to your aunts and uncles for a little bit before you excused yourself to go and eat.

“They’re not as loud as I thought they would be.“ Wednesday noted.

“Well they are adults it’s not like Ajax trying to hide the fact he’s having a party in his dorm.” You snickered.

Another hour passed, and Hotch decided to light the fire.

“I’ll go get the girls!” Garcia squealed.

She was so excited to see Wednesday, and so she rushed up the stairs to your room.

She stopped outside to the door and went to knock when she stopped to look at the uniform that was hung on the door.

She stared at the crest, and through the crack in the door she could hear laughing and cheering.

“Do it again!” Enid laughed.

You laughed and held out your hand, raising a book in the air before you let it drop on the floor with a thud.

“You two are so childish.”

“You agreed to come!” You sang.

Enid laughed and you slapped her leg to make her go quiet.

“Aunt Garica?” You asked.

She squeaked and rushed back down the stairs before you could stop.

“(Y/N) goes to Nevermore?!” She yelled.

Every turned to Hotch in shock, and he looked a bit nervous, shuffling around on his feet.

“Nevermore?” Rossi asked.

“It’s a school for outcasts, students who can’t fit into normal schools because of their particular… abilities and family bloodlines.” Reid explained.

“So she’s an outcast?” Emily asked.

Hotch sighed, opening his mouth to reply but you spoke before he could.

“Yes, I go to a school for outcasts, so do Enid and Wednesday. Though to be honest Wednesday is only there because she didn’t have much of a choice and kept getting expelled.”

You sighed, giving them all a little smile.

“You guys know dad adopted me from my mom, who was best friends with him. But she was an outcast to, so was my father. And I inherited both of their abilities.”

You then sat down and explained everything, not giving them a chance to get a word in just in case they tried to stop you.

By the time you finished no one knew what to say.

Looking at you, you were still their little weird niece, you were still part of their family.

“So Enid you’re an outcast to?” JJ asked.

Enid nodded her head, looking to you for permission and you nodded.

So Enid explained what she was and it added even more shock to the whole situation.

“We’re sorry we didn’t tell you, but we know how people can be towards people like (Y/N), Enid and Wednesday.” Hotch sighed.

“It’s… strange that’s for sure…” Derek mumbled.

“Kinda cool though.” Garica smiled.

“You guys are still family, we’re just glad to know the whole story now.” Emily laughed.

You laughed as well and smiled brightly.

If there was anyone you could count on it was your dads team.

They happily asked questions about all of you, and you answered all of them if you could, even Wednesday helped with answering the questions to try and make it easier for your family to accept you

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds imagine

[chelsea-xxx2003]

Chapter 9

Aaron POV

I suddenly jolt up awake in a cold sweat. My chest moves up and down as I take in all the oxygen. I look over to Maya and she's still asleep then I look over at the digital clock 8:48am. I get out the bed and go to the bathroom and quietly close the door. I lean on the counter top as I take deep breaths in and out. My hands are shaking, if chilled but I'm sweating. What is this feeling? It was only a nightmare, why am I reacting like this? The nightmare felt really real.

I splash my face with some cool water to try and calm down. I wipe my face. I hear a buzz at the door. I open the door and walk out the bathroom. I put on some sweats and press the camera. I looks like a delivery guy with a whole bunch of suitcases.

"Hello"

"Uh delivery for Miss Thompson."

I press the buzzer to let him in. He eventually comes up and knocks on the door. I open the door. He has three suitcases to bring and I move out the way so he can put them in the living room. Every time he comes up, there are more bags with him. Poor guy. I would help but it's not my job. I'm sure he can manage, he looks 23 or something. He comes up with the last amount with sweat on his forehead.

"If I can ask you to sign here please."

I take the clipboard and sign the parts that need to written off.

"Ron is someone at the door?"

She comes out of the bedroom with a tired look on her face and messy hair. In just my top to her thighs. I turn to give the clipboard back to the guy but his attention is somewhere else. Something behind me. More like someone. He looks mesmerised by Maya. I watch him look at her up and down with a stupid smirk on him. He bits the corner of his lip. Fuck no.

I shove the clipboard in his chest and stand in front of him to stop him from fantasising about her anymore. He finally comes to his senses, takes the clipboard, says thank you and dips.

"My bags are here."

She looks more awake as she realises that her bags are back.

"Why are so many bags. Didn't you leave with like three."

"This is my whole wardrobe. Of course I would go shopping abroad."

She takes them and unpacks. I'm watching her from the doorway. She opens the first big suit case and pulls out a dress and another with another. These look short and revealing.

"Where did you wear these dresses?"

"At parties, clubs and days out with my girls."

"Has any guys approached you?"

"Oh every single time." she laughs but I'm not laughing.

"But not only in these dresses, in work clothes so like two piece suits or dresses, gym clothes, casual clothes and bikinis."

"Bikinis?"

She nods with a knowing look. She knows exactly what she's doing.

"It's not like I engaged with them. If I sensed flirting I would shut it down. Unless it gets me free drinks with my friends."

“Yeah ok. Listen I gotta head to work.”

"Oh you still engineering?"

"Yeah. Working on a megacorporation called Alchemax. But you never heard from me."

"Oh so it's like a government owned building or something. Sounds exciting."

I kiss her cheek and go take a shower. What is said was not a lie. Engineering is my job. It's like a back up income. When people ask what I do, I tell them that. It's really good paying job.

Maya POV

I carry on packing what I can whilst Aaron takes a shower. I then realise how bags I have. I'm definitely going to donate some. I don't forget the Christmas presents but put them to the side. I go through some bags and close to finishing when the bathroom door opens with steam in the way.

He comes out the steamy room with only a towel around his waist. NoW it's my turn to stare. He has been working out. I mean he always was but his muscles look more visible or is it the water.

"Take a photo."

I snap back to life. He looks at me with a grin. Throw a piece of clothing at him but as always he catches it. He unfolds it and his smirk widens even more. It was one my underwear. My mistake. I go over to him to get it back but he just holds it above me. I giving it my all by going on my tiptoes and holing on to his arm. No joke it feels firm. I give up.

"Don't you have work to go to?"

"Not until a bit later."

I leave the room to make something for breakfast. I open the fridge. Nothing. Only a box of Chineses takeout, half a pack of beer left. Smh. What the hell has this guy been eating. At least there is milk that is fresh. I open the cabinets for cereal and thank God there was some. I get a bowl and a spoon and start. I go and sit on the leather couch and watch TV. The sound of a sitcom graces to room with a bunch of backtrack laughter.

He finishes but is in a rush to get to wherever he's working.

"What the hell have you been eating these past eight years?"

"Huh?"

"Huh!" Smh again. "I'm surprised you're still alive. You've been surviving on takeouts for years."

"Gotta bye."

What a way to disappear. What? Did he get flashbacks of me nagging him to eat healthy back in the day. It used to bother me seeing him eat all that junk. To the point where he would eat in the carpark of fast food restaurants. Still caught him though. On the topic of food I've got to do some shopping. Even the fridge looks hungry.

I finish the cereal, take a shower and get dressed. A jumpsuit, leg warmers, boots, winter coat and fluffy beanie and purse and I'm out the door. I get an Uber to the union market. I know it's an expensive posh grocery store but i haven't been in so long. I 'm gonna make something nice and healthy tonight.

My Uber arrives and I hop in. The whole ride I'm grateful that the driver does not say a word. I like rides in silence or with music. I arrive at the place and step into the store. The cold is really intent on killing me.

"Hello Miss, welcome to the Union Market. Do you have a membership?" The woman at the door greeted me.

"I do but it probably expired."

"Thats ok. We can update it for you"

I give her my card and she scans it and puts it in the system.

"Here is new car. Also you are able to do your shopping and have it delivered the same day as soon as possible."

Oh. That's fun. Years ago, they would only load groceries in the boot of your car. I grab a cart and get started. I'm walking through the aisles. I'm picking up fresh vegetables, fresh fruits. I will be making salmon with mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli because lord knows he needs a healthy meal after all these years of junk food.

I'm lost in thought as I'm walking up and down the aisles about to finish.

"Oh my gosh. Maya is that you?"

#aaron davis x oc #into the spider verse #aaron davis #spider verse #uncle aaron

[valictini]

(Kind of a follow up to my silly little comic since I had WAY too many thoughts and I couldn't fit them in because I wanted it to stay light hearted)

My personal take on komahina is that they both absolutely end up falling in love at some point, but Nagito would never allow Hajime to date him.

(Warning, it’s kinda long)

Not only would he feel like Hajime is too good for him, that Hajime would be wasting his precious time on trash, but it would also make Nagito too happy, and Nagito has a bad tendency to link his happiness with his ultimate luck. It would make him think that the joy of dating Hajime would cause catastrophes, so the best, most hopeful thing he can do is avoid dating altogether. In his head, he’s doing the reasonable thing ! He's shielding everyone from his bad luck ! But he would still love him so he would absolutely tell Hajime how much he means to him and hang out and even flirt with him…. so long as he doesn’t reciprocate. Which would probably upset Hajime at first, thinking he’s being played with.

It would require serious mental wrestling to convince Nagito that it’d be ok for him to date anyone, let alone the Ultimate Ultimate. You’d need to convince him that his happiness isn’t always tied to his luck. Dare I say, you’d have to make it so that him being treated with respect and even affection isn’t an exception anymore, just a normal part of life, thus not something he'd feel overly lucky to have. (That one would be more of a collective, long term effort though)

It’s a very arduous task, especially with how unconvinced Nagito probably would be. ESPECIALLY especially if you take into account the fact that you’re on a goddam timer because of his illness.

There is a possibility that Nagito feels more of an equal to the others post game though, since they were all bad guys and thus, all much closer to his own perceived level of trash (not a particularly good way to think, but it's a start nonetheless) I can see everyone working on themselves and their guilt and learn to forgive themselves for the horrible things they all did, and Nagito on the side being like “you all are doing such a good job!” Without realising that he could apply this to his own existence… though he would probably think it can’t apply to him. In his head, he'll forever be trash.

At the end of the day, I think the quickest way for them to make this happen is for Hajime to bring up his talents and basically tell Nagito that his luck is nothing compared to his own luck, and therefore can’t hurt anyone with it. Althought it's probably the most convincing argument in Nagito's eyes, one might wonder if it's really the best solution for these two, especially for Hajime who most likely has his own bagage to unpack regarding his talents. Like, first of all, is Nagito in love with him or the hope his existence apparently brings to the world? Or maybe even Izuru? There's just.... So much to take into account man

Tl;dr komahina is a really cool concept and they totally fall in love but the real challenge is HOW they end up dating because i can't see Nagito allowing that to happen so easily. To me it would either take an extraordinary amount of hard work AND/OR use Hajime's talent flex. But then is that really a good solution when Hajime probably has a complicated relationship with his talents?

Not saying that it's impossible but yeah. It's so hard to pinpoint how ! And I still feel like I'm missing some parameters !

(Not bashing on anyone else’s interpretations btw, just sharing my own, these two have invaded my brain as you can probably tell)

If you’ve read through all this, congrats, here’s a random sketch I drew while figuring out how to draw the comic lmao

#komahina #hinakoma #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #goodbye despair #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #ive had so many thoughts about them since i finished that comic the other day #like #I had so many different dialogues that weren’t fitting with the fun vibes #but GOD do i think they'd be a mess #and the worse thing about all this? #I’m probably going to change my mind #again and again #because these two are so confusing #also #just as a warning I try to take the dr3 anime as a general idea of what is going on #but I’m not too reliant on it either

[dontfeeltoohot]

Okay but imagine the kink YouTuber thing bleeding into another au, like maybe a coffee shop au. Steve's the barista writing Eddie's name on a cup and maybe Eddie's having a bad allergy day, he has a cold or maybe it's just a one off sneeze. Steve has to everything in his willpower to not just fucking crush the cup in his hand in shock because holy shit he recognizes that sneeze.

I think this is the start of a wonderful au anon lol. I wrote this all and then reread the prompt, so I hope it's ok I didn't have him do the cup thing. Also! I had a request for a VERY similar prompt, so I'm just posting on this one, but to the anon who sent the other ytsnz!eddie, I hope this is what you were looking for. Enjoy!

XXX

Steve’s bored out of his mind, standing at the front of the currently empty coffee shop. It’s 2pm on a Tuesday and everyone is either at work or in school, and he wants to bang his head against the wall. Robin is in the back unpacking some new syrups they need to bring out, so he’s stuck manning the front.

A minute later, a guy who looks to be in his early to mid twenties walks in, looking vaguely curious about the place. As he gets closer, Steve can see just how pretty the man is, long dark hair and big brown eyes. What Steve notices after that, is that his nose is red, not a regular shade, but the kind of red that’s rimming his nostrils, making them chapped, the skin underneath pink.

A soft but still audible sniffle rings out into the quiet shop, and Steve feels warmth pool in his stomach, seeing such an attractive person like this. As he steps up to the counter, he brings a sweater clad arm up to his face and turns, letting out what Steve picks up as a tired cough. Sick then, not allergies. For some reason, the idea makes Steve even more interested.

“Hey, what can I get started for you?” The barista forces himself to speak, not wanting to seem like a creep.

“Hi,” the long haired man smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I uh, I’m new in’d town, thought I’d stop in,” he explains, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

Instantly, Steve feels like he knows the voice. He can’t place where from, but it’s familiar, down to the subtly rounded constants.

“Welcome. Do you have anything in particular you like?”

“I usually go for iced coffee, but thingk I might go for a tea today,” the brown eyed man explains, rubbing the cuff of his sleeve against his nose. He sniffles and Steve melts a little.

“Yeah, we’ve got some great teas. I really love the vanilla and lavender one, it’s newer.” The barista has never actually tried it, honestly he hates tea, but there’s no way in hell he’s letting the other know that.

“That sounds great, I’ll get a large of one of those.”

After the man pays, Steve starts working on the tea, facing the back of the shop. He pauses when he hears a thicker sniffle and then-

“iiHhGKsshhew! h’iKkSHhuhew! snf! hihIKshhEW!”

Everything happens at once. Steve has to force himself not to turn around, his whole body feels like it’s been electrocuted, and he knows why the man’s voice sounds so familiar.

thebanished.

Holy shit.

If he was a normal person, he’d throw a ‘bless you’ over his shoulder, but he’s not, and he can’t. Not when his whole body is on fire. As seconds tick by, Steve listens in an out of body state as the man waiting sniffles a few times, coughs muffled into his arm. Turning around, Steve holds the large to go cup in his hands, sliding on a cardboard piece so the cup is able to be held.

“Tha’gks…” Eddie squints slightly, and Steve almost thinks he’s going to witness him sneeze, but then he realizes he’s looking at his name badge. “…Steve. I’ll see you arou’d I’m sure, I live right across the street.”

“No problem, I work basically every day, me and my best friend own the shop,” the words come out slightly fumbled, his face heating up, unsure if he’s in heaven or hell.

“Awesome. See you rou’d Stevie.”

Sniffles ring out once more as the guy walks out.

Holy shit. What is his life.

Steve tries not to think of TheBanished as he helps other customers as the day continues. He tries, he really does. But everytime he’s left alone with his thoughts, the sound of his sneezes echo in his head, and flashes of curly brown hair and his pink nose come back to him. Jesus.

At 6:50, ten minutes before they close, Steve hears the bell to the store ring. He’s in their small office counting the safe money, but Robin is out there, so he continues. At least, he continues until he hears three sneezes, two second in between each other, and his body stiffens. There’s no way.

As if his body is acting on its own accord, the barista stands and closes the office door behind him. A few customers are slowly packing up their laptops or folding their newspaper to leave, and by the counter is TheBanished, looking more worn down than earlier. Steve’s brain can only think ‘god he’s beautiful’ and ‘I need to take care of him’ and ‘please let him sneeze again’.

Walking up, he gives TheBanished a smile, as Robin puts his order in. A glance at the screen shows he’s getting a repeat of this afternoons tea, which Steve counts as a win- at least he’d recommended something good.

“Couldn’t stay away?” Steve smiles, and if his words have a slightly flirtatious lilt to them, he can’t help it.

“Hey,” Eddie smiles back. He’s got the same sweater on, but this time a a leather jacket over it, hugging his arms and shoulders. “I’m pretty clueless at mak’ig tea, and I’m getti’g a cold, it seems. You guys are pretty co’dviedia’t.”

All the air seems to leave Steve’s body. Not only is TheBanished hot as hell, but he’s here in Steve’s shop, living right across from it, telling him he’s catching a cold. Really, Steve wants to argue he’s definitely already caught it, but instead, he tries for a hopefully sympathetic and not at all happy look.

“That sucks man, especially since you’re new in town. We’ve got plenty of tea for you, right Robin?”

“Oh definitely, plus coffee, so much coffee,” she laughs. “What’s your name?” Robin asks, grabbing a sharpie from their pen cup, holding the cup close to write on.

“Eddie,” the guy, Eddie, replies, sniffling. “A’d tha’gks. Been here a week, guess my body is’dt agcli’bated to cold weather,” he jokes, sounding stuffier.

Would it be weird to offer him a tissue? Clearly he has the fetish too, or he wouldn’t be posting videos on YouTube. But would he find it nice, or just weird? Steve is pulled out of his thoughts when Eddie mumbles a ‘scuse me’ and turns, pulling the neck of his sweater up over his mouth, aiming downward.

“hiHGkSHhuhEW! h’eHGkshh’ew! hih’ghtchEW!! Fugk, snfsNF! sorry,” Eddie sniffles and winces are the sound, pulling his sweater back down.

Steve notices the slight sheen against his nostrils, trailing down onto the upper divot of his lip. Pants tightening, he swallows.

“Bless you.”

“Tha’gks Stevie.”

The nickname has Steve turning, his whole body so hot he feels dizzy. Robin takes that moment to hand Eddie his tea, telling him she hopes he feels better.

“Tha’gks Robi’d. I’ll see you guys later.”

When he’s out of the coffee shop, Steve goes and locks the door.

“So he’s cute,” Robin smirks, and Steve can feel her eyes boring into his head.

“Yeah, I guess.” He tries desperately to keep his voice even and cool.

“I know you fawn over sick, vulnerable men Steve, I have eyes. I’ve been best friends with you for like five years. We literally live together. Don’t think I haven’t heard you in your room before when I’ve gotten home and you’ve not heard me.”

Steve goes bright red. She knows. She knows and he wants to die.

“I…”

“It’s not weird. I mean..okay, any kink type thing could be a little, but yours is cute? It’s so…unassuming, ya know?”

“Mm, let’s talk about something different, please, like. Anything else. You can count the till, I’m going to finish counting the safe.” He knows it’ll quiet her, so he goes back to the office and tries not to sink into the floor.

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Paint My Horizon 2

Chapter 2

Y/N’s P.O.V

I woke up around 10:30, and since I had nothing else better to do I decided to tidy up, Uncle Mav isn’t usually messy but with the quickness of everything he really hadn’t had a chance to fix anything up. I unpacked his bag that was just laying on the floor of his room and put all his clothes in the drawers. Set up his bathroom for him, and just did my best the clean with the very limited cleaning products I found in the closet.

I didn’t have to be at work until 5:30 so I decided to go and visit Mav, I fixed him some lunch, and walked to the base. It was only a 10 minute walk. Once I got past security… which was simple because he put me on the visitors list, I headed to his office. I knocked on the door, and I heard a quiet

“Come in” I opened it and I saw him at his desk with his head in his hands

“Bad day?” I asked

“Hey, sweetie” he said with a smile

“I decided to bring you some lunch… I hope I’m not interrupting anything”

“No, come in” he said waving his hand “You didn’t have to make me anything” he said

“I know you didn’t bring a lunch, and when you’re stressed you forget to eat”

“You’re the best” he said

“I’m only doing what you did for us, while I was growing up”

“Sweetie, I don’t want you to feel like you have to repay me”

“I know, I just want to take care of you too” he smiled and kissed my cheek

“What did you make me?”

“Well, there wasn’t much at the house for food… I think tomorrow I will go to the store… so I made some spaghetti and marinara sauce” as he was eating I asked again “Bad day?”

“We did dog fighting today… and well I let your brother piss me off, and well we almost crashed into the ground” I felt rage, I saw red, and all I wanted to do was strangle my brother for almost taking Uncle Mav from me.

“That bastard, he better hope I don’t see him anytime soon, because I will ring his neck”

“Sweetie, I’m ok… he’s ok”

“I don’t give two fucks about him”

“Y/N!” Mav said with a stern voice “I know you and your brother don’t get along… hell anyone who knows you two knows you hate each other… but please don’t ever say you don’t care if he dies, he is my god son and well even if he doesn’t like me, it would hurt me if anything happens to him” I sigh

“Ok, sorry Uncle Mav” he gave me a ‘Yeah Right’ Look

“Are you really?”

“No… but I promise to never say anything like that again” he smiled

“That’s all I ask”

“Anyway how was the rest of your day?” I listened as he told me all about the pilots, and how good they were.

“There’s one… who knows he’s good. He’s cocky about it… he reminds me of well me. If he doesn’t stop he’s going to get himself or someone else killed”

“His name wouldn’t happen to be Hangman, would it?”

“You know him?” he asked

“Not on a personal level, he was flirting with me at the bar last night. I turned him down cold he’s a total dick… but he doesn’t seem to be the one to give up easily either”

“You’re an adult, and I can’t tell you what to do… but just… for my sake please make good choices to when it comes to the men you sleep with” I know I am blushing red

“Mav… please I know we said we can talk to each other about anything… but this is too much” he chuckled

“Ok, I promise conversation over”

“Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to work. I work till 2:00 and please don’t feel like you need to wait up. You need your rest”

“I will stay up, I can’t sleep till I know you’re back at the house safe and sound” I rolled my eyes “Let me walk you out” I smiled we walked to the front of the building, and Mav held the door open for me. I walked out the door just as Hangman is walking in.

“Well, Well, Well look who it is… I knew you couldn’t resist me”

“Excuse me?” I asked

“You’re here to see me right?” I started laughing

“No, I’m here visiting Maverick” his eyes went wide, that’s when he looked and noticed Mav standing there too.

“Mav I’ll see you tonight”

“See you tonight, sweetie” he kissed my cheek and I walked away without a second glance at the cocky pilot

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The bar was surprisingly not busy tonight, I had only served max 10 customers in the 3 hours I’ve been here. Because we weren’t busy Penny said if I wanted to I could sit at one of the booths and work on my art project. I told her what I was doing and she told me she knows how much Mav will love it.

I looked up when I heard the door chime, and I sighed when I saw Hangman walk in. I got up and walked back behind the bar.

“What can I get you?”

“Beer” he stated

“That’s specific” I said with a little attitude

“I don’t care, whatever” I rolled my eyes and went and poured my personal favorite.

“Here” I said

“That’s no way to talk to a customer” he said with an asshole smirk

“If you haven’t put two and two together… I don’t like you”

“Why… you don’t even know me” I smiled

“Yes… and I don’t want to” I said before walking back to my booth to put the finishing touches on my drawing. I sat there for a few minutes when Hangman sat down across from me. I groaned

“Can I help you?”

“You said you didn’t have a boyfriend” I looked at him confused

“I don’t”

“So, is he a fling or something? You don’t seem like the type of girl to be into men that age” I suddenly realized what he was implying and I started laughing hysterically “What’s so funny?” he asked

“You think, I’m sleeping with Maverick?” I said laughing some more

“Well it seemed that way, I mean he called you sweetie, and kissed you on the cheek” once I finally finished laughing, I said

“I went and visited my Uncle Maverick today”

“Uncle?” he asked and I could see he was a little embarrassed but that look quickly faded and his asshole smile returned “So you’re saying I still have a chance with you?” I groaned

"What part of I don’t like you… don’t you understand?” I said angrily

“That’s harsh for a man you don’t even know” he said

“I know your type, and I don’t like you” I heard the bell ring and looked up to see a man walking in “Now if you excuse me, I have to get back to work” I said

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A few hours later, the man who had thankfully interrupted my conversation was still sitting at the bar.. and he was completely drunk. He had been flirting with me all night, it was pretty harmless, but getting to the point of annoying.

“Sir, the bar is closing in about 10 minutes so…”

“Then pour me another beer… I didn’t have a good day… that was until I walked In here and saw you beautiful” I rolled my eyes, and placed his beer on the bar.

“Here you go sir”

“Danny”

“Sorry?” I asked

“My name is Danny” I simply nodded and walked around the bar emptying all the trash cans. I passed Hangman who never ordered another drink that night, just played pool, and sat at the bar watching me. I have to admit this man was determined. I went through the back door, to the dumpster when I heard

“You’re a sexy thing” I turned around and saw Danny standing there

“Did you follow me out here?” I asked

“Yeah, I was hoping we could get… better acquainted” I was suddenly extremely nervous

“Sorry, sir… I have a boyfriend” I said lying quickly “He’s a pilot in the Navy”

“Well, I won’t say anything” he said walking closer and kissing my neck

“Please, please stop… I’m not”

“C’mon sweet thing”

“No” I yelled and slapped him across the face, he grabbed my wrists and forcefully pushed me against the wall. “GET OFF” I said, I went to knee him, but it’s as if he predicted my next move and blocked me

“You have to be quicker than that sweet pea” I started crying

“Please, please stop” I said again. He didn’t quit though, he roughly ripped my blouse open. I kept doing my best to get him away from me, just when I was about to give up, he was forcefully pulled away from me.

“What the fuck man” Danny said

“She asked you to stop” I recognized Hangman’s voice

“This ain’t none of your business, man”

“You made it my business when you decided to force this woman into having sex with you”

“C’mon this bitch probably has sex back here all the time” I saw anger in Hangman’s eyes, then he punched Danny write in the nose, Danny fell back words and was knocked out cold. In that moment I let all my emotions out, I slid down the wall and started crying

“Hey, hey are you ok?” he asked

“Physically… I’ll probably have a few bruises tomorrow. Emotionally no” I said crying harder

“What can I do to help you?”

“Nothing… I just…let me cry” he nodded, he sat in front of me, and let me cry for about 15 minutes before he said

“You know I am told I give pretty good hugs” I let out a little laugh

“You really don’t give up” he frowned

“I’m not trying to flirt with you right now… you need a friend… and I know I’m not your friend… but I know you could use a hug” I forcefully threw myself into his arms. He rubbed his hands up and down my back… and I hate to admit it, he does give really good hugs. We sat there for a few minutes and when we broke apart he said “do you want to stand up?” I nodded, he stood up and then held his hand out to help me

“Thank You” I said “I… I’ve never experienced something like that… I was so scared”

“I was waiting for you to come back inside so I could tell you goodnight, and then I saw that dick head go out the back door, and when it was taking a while for you to come back in, I decided to come out here and check on you”

“I can never thank you enough”

“Enough to go on a date” he smirked

“Hangman…”

“Jake… my real name is Jake”

“Jake… why don’t we start off as friends and see where things take us” he smiled

“Deal” we started walking back inside

“Do you… do you mind walking me to my car?” I asked him

“Not at all” I smiled

“Thank You, let me get my purse” we went inside, I decided not to mention it to Penny, because I know she would tell Maverick and he’s got enough to worry about. I grabbed my art book, and my purse and we walked out the front door.

“So you like to draw?” he asked

“I just graduated from Art school”

“Really?” He smiled

“Yeah, I always loved to draw, paint, sketch… and well turns out I was pretty good” we got to my car and he said

“Well maybe one day you can show me something” I smiled

“Yeah, maybe”

“Anyway good night”

“Good night Jake” I said, before kissing his cheek he smiled brightly “I’m assuming I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, you will” he said before I got into my car, and drove off.

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