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bigtiddymuradin · 9 months

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The room is spinning, and I can’t sleep until it stops. I write here for you, beautiful. Yes, you! God I hope you see it.

What is it the poem said — the days you wake up and don’t want to kill yourself, there should be a word for that. Being back the bass, strike up the band. Hallelujah. Halle-fucking-lujah. Not today, not now. So alive I could kiss a stranger. Blood in my veins, blood in my fucking veins. Hallelujah.

I can’t believe after all this time there’s ways to be loved that make me think I’ve never been loved before. Deeper, harder, more truthful and intimate. Hallelujah. How does it get better from here? I can’t imagine, but god, if it does I’m going to be fucking here for it. God damn.

Can’t believe it all exists at once. Lemon pie and chocolate cake. Can you imagine? A world so full it tears itself apart at the seams. This teddy bear can’t survive it’s so full of life. Stuffed to the gills. What a fucking life. What a fucking life.

I’ll dance with the sand wasps and I’ll see by the moonlight and — and if you take a big wrench you can turn off the breaker on a streetlight, they all have ‘em, and you can see the stars — I mean really fucking see the stars — and breathe three times like it’s never coming back. Who’s to say I’ll see another night? Not me. But fuck, if they smash me to pieces tomorrow, whether I’m nothing or something afterwards I’ll tell everyone who can still listen — what a fucking way to go. What a fucking life I had. And the tears roll down my face, not because I miss it but because I can’t believe I ever had it in my hands, melting like butter dripping onto the table and so real and so fresh they’d try to make it in a factory but they can’t get the colour right because colour belongs to people who fucking live.

I’ll trade it all for one last good song. Cmon, DJ, I know you want to queue it up as bad as i want to hear it. Let me break every bone in my body, let my skin warp and my eardrums crack open like macadamias. One last good song.

I hold on tight because I don’t know if I’ll remember in the morning. Because I know in the morning these thoughts will be foreign as katakana. Or they won’t be, but who am I to say? Throw them up like red wine. It’s now or it’s not, but Fuck, now is beautiful like kissing a girl against a wall. Because thank god for the girl — but thank god for the wall, too. No wall broke my heart, but it drew me a square to have a broken heart in, like a tennis ball split in two and picked up by the dog, nothing to use anymore but no less real for it, existing but not thriving because thriving is a judgment and existing is a truth.

I can’t stop. I can’t stop. The second I stop it’ll be gone and I want to be here with you so badly.

What’s there to wait for? I’ll never do anything that couldn’t be hashed out before 12:30 today. All of my life and my love could fit in the next 18 minutes. The whole rest of the thing will be a remix. But not hollow, not empty — these minutes could fill pages until the universe reverts to whatever it was before. Who’s to say? Nobody could write my life. What’s a biography? How can you take a person and fit them on the page — a beautiful page, 400 years of presses coming to bear, coming to print, coming to know, and the pulp is so smooth and so clean you can’t tell it’s trees anymore, but god, I tell you that the trees remember, and the ink does too. Fuck. Nothing to wait for. 15 minutes now. I’m waiting for it, I don’t know what, but it’s coming because I’m still alive and I’m laughing all the way, I can’t stop talking to you, I can’t even let you talk back because I see your face in my head and I know what you’d say — you’re laughing too, but you stop all of a sudden because you listen more than you laugh, and I can’t believe my eyes, because you see the truths between the things and not just inside the things, and Christ, nobody sees those. Not your dad or Gordon Ramsey or the dead fucking queen. Who are you, to see them? Fourteen minutes and I never figured it out. Thirteen minutes and Christ, I don’t know when I will it but I’d love to try.

I can’t wait to drink a coke with you. Fuck, I tell you now, I can’t wait to drink a coke with you. I see you every day, the spaces between the lines between the texts, but Christ I can’t wait to see you stand up when I walk into the room, Christ I can’t wait to see you open a door, Christ I can’t wait to see you eat a chip. I want to ask: do you understand? Fucking stupid of me. I couldn’t imagine you don’t, of course you understand. I want to cook you an egg, just one, so you’ve seen the shape of it, you take a little bit of me when you see an egg. I want to put my fingers in as many fucking places as I can. I want to ruin things for you — normal things but you laugh when you see them — and it’s all my fault — and you send me a picture — and it’s all my fault — and you’ll never get rid of me — and it’s all my fault because god, I was alive and so were you, and don’t you dare fucking forget it or I’ll have to come right back and cook an egg at you again.

Five minutes to go. What’s left to say? I’ll never run dry. Don’t be afraid, unless you’re afraid of melting under it all, in which case be terrified for me. If you don’t love it I hope you hate it. I can’t deal with being nothing ever again. Watch me chop garlic, watch me fold clothes, watch me walk down the street and for fucks sake, I’ll have a thought on it if you have one first. I want to live in your brain — because I swear to god you live in mine — because I swear to god I’ll clean the place up, you could use it — because I swear to god by the time I’m finished in here you’ll be someone quite fucking different, and god, I won’t be the same either will I, because renting changes tenant and rental both and nobody makes it through unscathed. I’m — what did I say? Rolling into bed in a cloud of dust. Same time tomorrow. 12:29 I’m seeing it I’m waiting, my last hurrah, the trumpets sound and I’ve a life ahead of me and fuck, I’ll see you there beautiful, know I’m looking forward to it, know I can’t wait, I want to sleep just to fast forward through time because I can’t imagine waiting a second, I’ve got clothes to wear and wine to drink and food to cook and conversation — oh god the conversation, and 12:30. We made it, another millstone at the side of the road, and we FUCKING made it

Oh it’s so late. If I had a smart watch now — but we already did that. And the room has stopped spinning. And I go to sleep, not because I want to stop talking but because I want to start, because it fucking means something to me that someone cares if I wake up, because the world is made up of people who give a shit about anything, even if it’s stupid, and that’s good news for me, and because I’m so full of love if I woke up in full flight all those little red blood cells would burst out of me with the sheer pressure of it and I’d die, so god wakes me up slowly like a lover who touches the meat of your arm in the thickest place, and whispers so softly because they don’t know if they’d rather you’re awake or asleep

Fucking bless. I will be soooo embarrassed about this in the morning but for now I am wine drunk and alive and going to sleep but god I am so alive it’s like being on fire.

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missallsundayyy · 3 years

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"You're just saying that"

ANOTHER LAWBIN DUMP BECAUSE I SHIP THEM LIKE A MAD WOMAN ITS INSANE! here is just Law being a simp for our fave straw hat archeologist, Nico Robin <3

“You’re beautiful”

“You’re just saying that”

“No Im not”

Law crawled towards Robin who was fully naked and tangled in between the sheets and smiled at her. He had a goddess on his bed and today was the last day she was going to be on his ship before she had to return to the strawhats. His head bowed and his lips connected to her long slender soft legs, he peppered kisses in a straight line and went towards her thick thighs. “You’re going back to your ship tomorrow Robin-ya” he muttered in between kisses. Robin had her head thrown back against the soft pillows with a contented sigh “Yes i do”

When it comes to pleasure build-up, there was no one better than Trafalgar Law, he made her horny beyond words and he could go for hours and hours just making sure that she was satisfied and pleasured magically. Since he was a doctor, on god he knew where all the good spots were and fuck did he rub, kiss, touch and reach all these area well. All her weak spots were mentally printed in his brain and he touched her so well because he knew her body like the back of his hand.

Law didn’t just wanted to please the historian but he worshipped the fuck out of Robin’s body. She was the definition of beauty and his ideal woman. Her hourglass figure, her large bust, her porcelain skin, her long luscious raven hair, her waist that was meant for his hands, her scent when she was turned on...oh how fucking addictive she was. He could go down on her for hours craving for more and more even when the historian was sore but no he could never get enough of her. “You make me so hard Robin-ya, you look so fucking absolutely mouth watering.” he grunt out licking her soft thick thighs in long strokes. His hands were already parting her legs wide, giving the sight he’s been craving to see. She was already dripping wet for him.

“La..law-kun...please…” Robin moaned softly, her hands reached out for his head and gripping his hair ushering his face forward to her wet core. He smirked and licked her pussy with one long and teasingly slow stroke. Her head dived deeper onto the pillow at the contact even though it was minimal. “You’re already looking so fucked out my love, did i keep you waiting that long?” He teased her by bringing one digit and plunging it into her hole without warning and going at a rough pace.

“A..ahh!” she moaned and fisted his hair roughly. Law was unrelenting; he added the second...third...and fourth digits into her wet hole that was gladly accepting his intrusion. He fucked her with his fingers hard and fast never stopping to let her adjust or catch her breath. He pulled out JUST for a second much to her dismay, her blue orbs adjusted its vision to see what her lover was doing, and his actions made her whine in lust, this man was so sexy. The feral demeanor he had and the way he was enjoying pleasuring her turned her on to the point she could feel more juices dripping out from her cunt. “Fuck.., you’re dripping onto my bedsheet and soaking it baby” he groaned and admired how wet she was for him. Law gathered his saliva in his mouth and spit it directly onto her soaking cunt “Let me make it even wetter Robin-ya” he said. He shifted his position so fast that even she didn’t see this coming, he plunged his hard cock into her with no warning again. “Ohhh my god!” Robin screamed, he filled her up so good and there was no way in hell she was going to feel this type of way with anyone else. Law was not only long but his cock was so very very big and the first time they ever did this, she was taken aback like taken aback would have been an understatement.

“Gomen I cant control my...oh fuckkk you’re so tight R-robin-ya.” Law grunted aloud, he didn’t go slow nor did he held back this time, he was going to fuck her hard and long and make sure she felt him for weeks and months until they had the opportunity to meet again. He was going to wear her out and that's exactly what he was now doing.

“La...law..please..more! I-its so so so so gooood! Ahhh ah ah” whatever words she could muster out was no incoherent, she couldn't even form any proper sentence with how good he was fucking her. His length was impressive, it hit deep and reached everything that she couldn't satisfy herself and the width...mmm she worships this man’s cock. How good his dick was and how amazing the person was as well. “C’mon use your words my love, i’m going to miss you so much and i- ergh fuck!” his hands had a tight hold on her legs, spreading as wide as he could while he fuck her into oblivion. Her large breast was now being kneaded by her hands trying to maximize her pleasure even more.

“You’re so..ahhh fucking hell….sexy. Look at you right now, i could fuck you for hours and prolong this as long as I could my love” he looked down at their connection, what an erotic sight and sound. She was squelching around him and her pussy wasn’t even trying to milk him with everything he got, their juices were mixed and was dripping out of her wet hole and cum was splashed everywhere on his sheets. Oh how he would love nothing more than to capture this image and frame it in his cabin room.

His cock went in and out of hole at a vicious pace, never giving Robin a chance at catching her breath. Everything that came out from her mouth was vulgar and sinful and only her moans and his grunts echoed throughout the bedroom. “Fuck fuck fuck you feel so good around me, gripping my cock like that...so tight like- ahhh…” he brought himself down to her chest and buried his head into her giant globes and grunt out in pleasure of her soft skin and the way her pussy was sucking his cock in.

Robin had one hand gripping his sheets and one hand clawing his back trying to hold onto him to be in sync in his monstrous pace all while he was comfortably sandwiched in between the valley of her breasts. He brought his face back up and tongued her nipples that were basically calling out for his mouth, his large hands palmed the right side of her breast while he was basically making out with the other side.

“La..law….kun...ahhh its too much...im g-gonna… ah ah ahhhh..” she screamed and clawed his back drawing blood, the pleasure he was bestowing upon her has become overwhelming. Law ceased all his actions and brought one hand and took both her arms, pinning them above her head and his other hand found her throat and gripped at it hard; now this was how he could get Robin to cum so hard because this has always been her kink, almost cutting off her oxygen intake brought her euphoric pleasure. “You cum only when I say you can love, are you forgetting that?” Law whispered in her ears, giving her a long teasing lick at her lobes.

Robin whined at the loss of his movements, his cock was still yet buried so deep in her hole and she was rocking back and forth trying to get some friction but his body weight kept her in check and she knew better in strength that she could never outmatch his strength especially in bed. “La..w….please please please please...ne-need to cu..cum!” she begged him desperately, her eyes were half lidded and both corners of her eyes were filled with tears of pleasure and desperation. He brought his face down to hers and their forehead rested against each other and he locked eyes with hers, souls intertwined and orbs connected and both of them read each other like an open book.

“You look so beautiful baby, you look so good like this…” he whispered to her, face evident with pure lust and adoration. He loved this woman and he fucking knew it, there was nobody he wanted to share such passion and connection with. He wanted to pleasure her to the point of no return, making her the happiest woman alive and he relishes in her existence. “You're gonna cum so good I promise you baby” he grunt out. With that he resumed his thrust but it was even more powerful, dominant and oh so impressive. He pounded her hard and fast fucking her stupid and passionately, he gave his 1000 percent when he do her and right now he was treating her hole unforgivingly and no mercy and she was definitely going to feel him inside her everyday. He printed and branded his cock in her pussy and there will be no other man that could be compared. She whined and moaned hotly, tongue sticking out with a string of drool at the corner of her mouth, the bed shook with the rhythm of their fuck pace. The atmosphere was hot, the air was bathed in redolence of sex and passion. Sounds of his dick going in and out of her wet hole immited sloppy wet sounds that was the focus of their hearing and the unison of their sinful moans. His grip on her throat tightened and he moaned out loud at the sight and took her mouth in his and gave her an open kiss, it was sloppy and hot, their tongues fought each other and both of them were moaning in each other’s mouth.

“Cmon, cum now baby, i can feel you squeezing me so hard, you’re so good for me”

“Law...law! Law! I ahh...ahh im go..gonn! gonna cum”

“Cum for me my love” he’s raspy voice commanded her and if she was grenade, his voice was the trigger. She was sent over the edge and everything in her felt awakened and she exploded with a scream. With his hands on her neck her voice was semi blocked but this kind of orgasm remains unmatched. Robin heard Law muttering strings of curses and swears at her orgasm, she tightened and her insides was trying to milk the fuck out of his cock.

She was sent over the edge and everything in her was awakened and she exploded with a scream. With his hands on her neck her voice was semi blocked but this kinky action always had her fucked out. She saw stars and her body was instantly taken into another universe. Her legs tightened around him and were now trembling, her body still rocking with his rampaging thrusts both rocking to the rhythm of her high.

“F-ff--fucking hell.” He grunt against her collar bones.

“La--law…” Robin whimpered softly, “Do it in me...please...i want you to cum in me and fill me up please please ple-- AHHH!” He didn’t need to be told twice, her filthy words spurred him on more and she swore he felt him getting harder.

“Fuck i- gonn...a fill you in so good..” he groaned and she captured his mouth with her open ones and their moans and grunts were drowned in the messy and sloppy wet kiss.

“Mmhmm!” Strings and strings of his load was pumping into her hole as he came the moment Robin kissed him with so much need and to simplify it….she was so fucking sexy and was the hottest woman in this god damn planet; he thought.

“Sss--so full!” she whimpered in his mouth.

Her facial expression drove him crazy, she was in a state of bliss and she was on cloud 9, only he could do her like this.

Both of them rode each other, absorbed in their high and lived for each others’ touch.

TIMESKIP

Law tossed the towel that he had used to clean Robin up into the laundry basket in his bathroom and came out to the sight of his goddess laying down peacefully. She was now looking at Law who only had a towel hugging his lower regions and she smiled, admiring his body. He was so handsome, his body was lean with the right muscles everywhere.

“You’re so handsome”

“You’re just saying that”

“No I’m not” he laughed, they were having the same conversation before their love making. He loves her. Trafalgar Law loves Nico Robin so damned much.

THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE AND READING MY FIC. DO LIKE AND REBLOG, ask me if there is anything you guys want me to write! I'm currently working on more LAWBIN. I know I've been writing them like crazy but that's because the internet doesn't have enough Lawbin and idc I will write till i'm satiated.

#one piece #trafalgar law #nico robin #lawbin #law x robin #miss all sunday #death surgeon #straw hat pirates #mugiwara #smut

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dvesbackup1 · 3 years

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pluto projector ︎ ✧ joel farabee

warnings: tiny bit nsfw in the beginning. just a tiny bit though, & just a few swears here and there

pairing: joel farabee x female reader

requested: yes/no

word count: 1.5k

a/n : this is my first time publishing something on here, and it’s not revised so i’m sorry for errors! i hope u enjoy, inbox/requests are open :)

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joel had never been good at noticing the depth of things. he didn’t pay any mind to when y/n did his dishes for him after a long road trip, or the time she went out of her way to get him the watch he mentioned a few times. she wasn’t exactly sure about how she felt about joel, but risking a friendship wasn’t something y/n wanted to do. his company was all too precious to her, and keeping her longing thoughts to herself seemed at the best interest. at least for the moment.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

y/n and joel were curled up on his couch as some movie he picked was playing on the tv. it was just background noise at this point. her head laid in his chest as he ran his fingers softly along her scalp. she reminded herself daily that she was just hurting herself. allowing someone who didn’t reciprocate feelings, to treat her with upmost respect. he doesn’t do that with all of his friends, y/n, her best friend, alice’s, voice replayed in her head. she shook off the thought and fixated her eyes on the tv. the two actors on the screen were getting heated to say the least. the main character wrapped his hand around the woman’s neck and passionately kissed her, which only made y/n imagine it be her and joel. this time she couldn’t shake the thought away, she clenched her thighs together for some friction. she felt joel move awkwardly, sensing he felt the tension as well. his arm that was resting on her forearm, moved gracefully down to her exposed hip. his warm touch sent chills up y/n’s spine as she froze. she slowly moved herself up against him, filling up the space. joel groaned in response, and an apology slipped out of y/n’s mouth.

“don’t worry about it.” joel mumbled with his jaw clenched and eyes glued to the screen. butterflies were evident in y/n’s stomach, making her wonder if he would hear their wings flapping. the sex scene continued on the screen, but no one even hesitated to switch the channel. y/n was pretty much at her breaking point when she spoke up, “i’m getting water.” she removed herself from his grasp and walked into his kitchen. a deep breath entered her lungs as she reached for a glass cup on a high shelf.

“can you reach it?” joel teased, coming up from behind her and grabbing it himself. y/n turned and faced his broad chest and refused to look up into his eyes. taking in the height difference, a blush made its way across her cheeks as she mumbled a thank you.

“you need to speak up.” joel’s tone was different and more seductive than his prior remark.

y/n looked up at him with her big eyes and struggled out “thank you, beezer.” this made joel smirk. she hated when he did this, it made her weak. she would practically fall on her knees if he just asked her to. he was definitely using it to his advantage. the universe must’ve heard her prayers as her phone began ringing. allowing her to save herself from making a big mistake.

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today the team had an event that allowed families to skate on the flyers home ice. since joel invited y/n, he wasn’t taking no for an answer. she sat on the cold bench as joel laced up her hockey skates. “i could get used to this”. y/n happily stated, smiling down at joel.

“what’s that?”

“you know, you tying my skates. teaching me how to skate.” she stated knowingly. joel’s eyes met hers as he finished up her left skate.

“oh yeah?” he challenged.

“stop it.” she blurted, feeling butterflies fluttering in her abdomen again. joel looked at her confused, letting her know to explain. “forget it, are you ready?”

joel helped y/n walk over to the ice carefully, holding onto her wrists. “watch my feet, okay?” a young kid, probably no older than 8, skated by the two of them.

“he makes it look easy.” y/n pointed out, struggling to keep her balance.

“patience, baby. you’re not going anywhere with that attitude.” joel smirked. this wasn’t the first time he had called her this, but being in his home rink, with his teammates nearby, and his firm grasp on her arms, this really sent her in a spiral.

“i wish you wouldn’t do that.” she sighed, regretting it as soon as it left her mouth.

“what do you mean?”

“i wish you wouldn’t flirt with me if you didn’t actually mean it, s’all.” y/n refused to look into his eyes as she spoke, too embarrassed to see his reaction. her eyes glued to her feet, pretending to follow whatever he was doing.

“look at me, y/n,” joel removed his arm from her left wrist and moved it up to her chin, gently tilting it up, forcing her to look up at him. “what makes you think i don’t mean it? i thought i’ve been pretty obvious. and i’ve been thinking about that stunt you pulled at my apartment all week.”

y/n could feel her face burn up. but before she could protest, joel’s teammates travis and kevin slashed them with ice.

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“he almost kissed u?!” alice gasped, almost jumping out of her seat on the couch.

“i know, and i completely froze.”

“look,” alice sighed grabbing y/n’s hands in her own, “you guys haven’t been just friends for a long time now.” y/n gave her a knowing look. “all i’m saying is, i don’t know what you’re afraid of.”

she stopped for a moment to let alice’s words settle in her head. what was she actually afraid of? joel had always looked at her lovingly, like nothing else in the room mattered more than solely her existence. all noise outside their conversation was a blur, he simply couldn’t be bothered. the memories grew throughout her head like vines, making her finally come to the realization. all along these feelings had been more than platonic, and she couldn’t let anymore time pass by.

“i’m in love with joel.” she softly admitted in disbelief.

“wait what?”

“i’m in love with joel”. y/n repeated, louder than she had said it before. the words sweet in her mouth like honey, her lips broke out into a smile.

alice reciprocated the smile, “well, go get him!”

“he has a game right now-“

“and? cmon get your coat. we’re going.”

y/n sat anxiously in her seat as her orange and black giroux jersey lousily hugged her body. her shoes tapping on the concrete floor and knees bouncing with anticipation. the flyers were up 4 to 2 against pittsburgh with one period still left to go. joel skated up the ice wide open, waiting for a pass. laughton advanced the puck towards joel, allowing him to shoot and score.

“holy shit, that was a nice pass.” alice remarked. y/n hummed in agreement, not taking her eyes off of joel. the black and orange complimented him so well, and a contagious smile was plastered on his face. she imagined how he felt, standing in the middle of his home stadium, living out his childhood dream. y/n was quickly cut from her thoughts as farabee himself looked up to where she was sitting, a smirk laid out across his lips that sent chills down her spine. she gripped her water bottle and downed a few gulps before looking back up to see him already on the bench.

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joel walked down the tunnel, wet hair that stuck to his forehead from the shower he took a few minutes before. his eyes scanned the room carefully, and once he saw y/n they lit up. joel wrapped her up in a big hug, lifting her off her feet. “good game.” she managed to squeeze out.

“you have no idea how glad i am that you’re here”. joel’s words caused the same old butterflies from just days before swarmed in her stomach, growing all the way up to form a lump in her throat. “you know,” he started again, “you really would look a lot better in a farabee jersey. just sayin’ “

y/n pretended to be offended, trying to pry herself from joel’s grasp, which only got tighter. “let me go!” she laughed.

“not until you let me take you out.”

y/n’s eyes widened, “what did you say?”

“you heard me, cmon you know we’re not just friends. i can’t keep dancing around it.” joel took a deep breath and continued, “it��s driving me crazy, please don’t make me look like an idiot.”

“you could take me anywhere, i’m crazy about you.” she admitted her eyes falling down to his lips. joel softly placed his hands on her cheeks, angling her head up. without wasting any time her lips met his, and the butterflies in her stomach only intensified. the chirps from kevin and travis could be heard in the background, but they were only ignored. at this moment it was only joel and y/n, and from that point forward they planned on keeping it that way.

#joel farabee #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #joel farabee imagine #joel farabee x reader #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #hockey fic

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh Part 5

a/n: we ltr going at 5 parts and i have another part written out and im just drowning in love with these seijoh asks

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request:

Can i ask for cute moments between manager and the boys outside of school, like how she and kyoutani probably bump into each to go feed strays etc??

yes anon!!!!!! these moments made me so soft™

IM CACKLING LIKE BLS THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THE ENTIRE STAGE PLAY BC HE PLAYS OIKS SO WELL AND IWA IS JUST SO IWA AND I LIVED FOR OIKS’ ‘IWA-CHAN!’ AND IWA’S ‘RAAAAA!’ AND THIS GIF JUST SHOWS SEIJOH BEING SEIJOH AND HOW THEY WOULD REALLY ACT IF THEY WERE REAL LIKE UGH THEY DID SUCH A GOOD JOB W THE CASTING

these are the cute little moments and get ready to die of the cuteness

be warned, this isnt a straight plot or no main focus but just bits and pieces of fluff

keeping up with seijoh episode 3467328937

as mentioned before, they dont really get to hang out a lot w you outside of practice

youre either too busy taking care of your schoolwork, catsitting for the aizawa’s, or having you time since youve been busy w the boys all week

but there are times where you do have available time to go hang out with the boys

and they know about your schedule so they try to make memories either during practice or after practice

fortunately, kyo lives at the same street as the aizawa’s so he walks you to their house when you have a job

but sometimes when you are just walking home, you both stop by the convenience store first and find some cat food cans and dog food cans and water

it was a complete accident when you both found each other standing at the same aisle, holding the same things, with the same intentions, for the same animals

the alleyway where you first met is basically your second home bc thats where your babies live

since you cant exactly take in 5 dogs and 6 cats in your house, you and kyo are taking care of them in that alleyway where you feed them and build them a little shelter with blankets and stuff

this will be explained more in the next manager!seijoh part

after practice, particularly after a really productive one, the guys like to go to the ramen shop near the school to treat themselves after their hardwork

by now, the old lady who owns the shop knows their order by heart and has it ready when you all enter

yall get settled in but you go over to yahaba and snap his wooden chopsticks for him bc he never snaps them properly and ends up breaking them

meanwhile,,

you gather as much napkins as you can and place them beside kindaichi bc he makes such a mess while he eats and you have stand-by wipes for him

you make a special request to add tofu into iwa’s ramen bc the mans loves tofu so much and he still doesnt understand how the lady seems to know this despite him never telling her

your seat is usually next to mattsun bc he doesnt eat all the side dishes up like the others and you can eat some of it too

kyo sit across you and demands you eat at least 2 bowls bc you never seem to eat enough and he gets secretly concerned so he aggressively cares for you

‘kyo-san,,,, im full though’

he ‘glares’ at you

‘what you mean youre full. you didnt even finish the bowl. eat the rest and have another or youre not leaving this table’

pls what

fun fact, oikawa actually has two pairs of glasses and he gave you one in case he forgets to wear his main one and leaves it at home

so he gets to school and he just realizes he forgot his glasses and his contacts were still being shipped so he freaks out and texts you about it

but you always have the case safely tucked in your bag so you wander up to the third year floor and knock on his class door

iwa, who is in the same class as him, glares at the students who stare at you and nudges oikawa who was looking out the window

‘oi, your glasses’

his head snapped to the side and sees your smiling face and the familiar brown box being held out to him

his face scrunches and he launches up his seat and takes you in his arms

‘Y/N-CHAN IS SO RESPONSIBLE! SO NICE! OIKAWA-SENPAI REALLY APPRECIATES YOU!’

‘oikawa-san, please let me go’

you mumbled, embarrassed at his behavior in front of the whole class

once iwa has you safely on the ground, you excuse yourself and go back to class

the class still stared at the door you passed through and iwa had to bark at them to go back to their business

youre like the seijoh and younger version of goddess kiyoko

before kyo got back to the team, you usually walked home by yourself but makki actually accompanies you when he doesnt have errands to run

‘makki-san, i heard theres a sale going on for puffs’

you would mention as you walked and you would look to see his eyes light up and walk faster towards the bakery

‘cmon, y/n-chan. makki-senpai is treating you today!’

he turns into a child, a contrast to his chaotic energy in school, and he runs over to the glass where indeed, there was a sale going on for his puffs

while he was staring at what flavor he wanted, youd go to the cashier and give her your card

‘when that guy with the light brown hair with the blue and white jacket comes up to pay for his cream puffs, charge it to my card, please. whatever you do, dont take his and use mine immediately, please. ill come by later and pick it back up’

the old cashier lady felt true hope and happiness for humanity at your actions and it increased when she saw the shocked look on the boy’s face when she immediately swiped the card when he finished ordering

‘what? i havent paid-’

‘the young lady that came with you already did, young lad. shes a keeper’

he turned red

‘ahaha, no, shes our team manager’

once he finished paying and went outside, he took out his phone and dialed your number to call you

you smiled from the aisle in the convenience store down the street bc you were expecting him to call you

‘hewwo, makki-san’

he shut his eyes at how cute you sounded

‘y/n-chan, senpai wanted to treat you today!’

he whined but you bit your lip, leaving the store after purchasing a drink with the remaining cash you had

‘hmm, but i did too. you just werent too fast, senpaiiii~’

you teased and he let out a breathy laugh

‘next time i’ll be faster! mark my words!’

‘then im looking forward to it, senpai~!’

did anyone notice that he is the first one she called senpai?

to our baby yahaba

we know how he literally tried to go after yachi in that one episode so you know how flirty he is

but youve made it clear that you reject his advances and he pouts and finally accepts it so he stops it, instead actually just caring for you

ya know how he cares for the others and cheers them on?

he does the same to you

our babie notices that you are so busy taking care of the others that you forget to take care of yourself

like that time they lost to shiratorizawa, you made bentos for them all week to cheer them up

but he saw you not even eating and realizes that you were busy making the food that they like, each different to accomodate to their taste, that you had no time to make your own

he went down to your class and noticed you missing and he asks kindaichi and kunimi and they said that you said you wanted to get fresh air

since he pays attention to you, he knows you like to go to the roof to breathe

he ventures up the stairs and when he opens the door, he notices you just staring up at the sky, sitting down on the floor

‘being in an empty place like the roof doesnt compare to how lonely Pluto must feel to be outcasted in the solar system’

your comment catches him off-guard but he regains composure and makes his way to you before sitting down next to your form

‘hmm, oikawa-senpai talked to me about space one time. he mentioned the vast possibilities that stays hidden in the shadows’

you and him turn your head at the same time and share a gentle smile

‘but its up to us to find those secrets and abilities’

you finished

he nodded and went back to look at the clouds that looked like they were slowly moving but it was really the earth turning

‘i want to be a sports instructor. i want to be able to help others,,, i want to help them find those abilities and perfect them so they could fully love playing’

a chuckle escaped you and you tightened your arms around your knees, following his gaze to the blob of white that was painted on to the blue canvas

‘let other people be your universe, baba-senpai. dont let them be like Pluto. take time to find out who they are so they dont feel so lonely, okay?’

yall im tearing up right now though

as mentioned at the first part of this series, you go to the gym very early to set up for morning practice

sometimes, the four third years arrive at the same time but sometimes, only iwa comes

you noticed him put his bag down and help you with the nets before pushing the cart to finish the task for the morning

‘thank you, iwa-san!’

you thanked and he ruffled your hair

‘can you actually help me with my workout?’

you nodded and you knew his routine by now

as he got in position for a push up, you gently sat down on his back so he could start pushing up

you sat cross-legged and you counted every push up and held a timer so he could beat his previous record of 100 push ups in under 5 minutes

IWA IS LITERALLY ON ANOTHER LEVEL

once he hit 100, he collapsed on the floor and you stopped the timer at 4 minutes and 48 seconds

‘good job, iwa-san! new record!’

you cheered and he grumbled on the floor

you gently turned him over so he could lay on his back

he closed his eyes from the bright light of the gym and he raised his arms as his hands made a grabbing motion

‘hug. i want hug’

he whined and you fake gasped at this

‘iwa-san, i didnt know you could be so whiny’

‘huuggg~’

in my series, its canon that iwa is actually a whiny little babie despite that tough exterior and hes much more whinier than oikawa

you laughed before surrending, mumbling ‘yes, yes’

this wasnt the first time this happened since he asked you to do this before bc hes a touch starved babie and as a manager, you must give your team love

you climbed on him and laid your head on his chest while he mumbles happily with his arms going around you

‘just five minutes’

you offered and he said ‘mhm’

well, you both fell asleep and were woken up by scandalized and jealous yells from oikawa

to our baby libero watari

watari is actually the only player who has been to your house before

you made an off-handed comment of making bentos for the team again and he offered to come and help you make them

so here he was, standing in your kitchen, as you were cooking with him

you were chopping up vegetables and he was waiting for the eggs to boil so he was just stirring it slightly

‘wata-san, can you give me a bowl from the cabinet above you?’

he nodded and gave it to you so you could place the chopped carrots and onions in it

once the timer was done, he scooped out the eggs and placed them into an ice bowl so he could peel them later

you knew his favorite food was boiled eggs so you wanted to boil some so he could snack on them

‘can you peel one and see if theyre perfectly cooked, wata-san?’

his fingers skillfully rolled the egg on the table before peeling it effortlessly

he hummed as he chewed on the food

‘delicious?’

you asked and he turned to you, cheeks still full but he raised a thumbs up

you grinned and went back to chopping the scallions

‘actually, i didnt need any eggs for the dishes. i wanted you to snack on your favorites as i cook. its like payment for keeping me company’

his eyes shone and he hurriedly went to hug you tightly

‘i really appreciate everything youve done for us, for me. but i just want you to keep smiling okay? i know we’re a handful and we can get out of hand sometimes but you always keep us together. you must be stressed and there must be times you get angry with us and must’ve cried because of us but i hope you’ll still stay with us even through all that’

WATARI YOU MAKING ME C R Y

lmao kindaichi’s made me laugh

so basically, we all know his famous haircut, right

but what if that was actually just a style hes had since he was young but he has naturally down hair?

the stuff he puts in it like this brand of gel is just so tough and sturdy that two washes of hair is the only thing that can get rid of it

even during practice when hes sweating the atlantic ocean, it somehow stays up

he puts gel on it and stuff after he showers to make it stick up and BOOM turnip head

but one morning, he,,,, wasnt turnip head

the boy woke up late and he didnt have time to perfect the sticking up so he went to school with his hair down and everything

you were already there since morning practice has started and kunimi told you that kindaichi texted him he would be late so you were just patiently waiting by the door for your classmate

but some guy just walked in

your eyes widened and you pulled their arm

‘um, this is for seijoh volley-’

then the words died in your mouth

‘yuu-kun,,,’

you stuttered and he placed his hands on his face to hide away

‘dont look y/n-chan!’

his shout attracted the others and then silence before the laughing and howling started

‘THESE FIRST YEARS I SWEAR!’

makki was on the floor, punching it as he laughed

kindaichi turned red and he was about to run out but you held on to him

‘i can fix it for you, yuu-kun. come with me?’

he nodded immediately and hurried away towards the back where the sun was just starting to rise

you rummaged through your gym bag and found the specific gel brand he uses

kindaichi was SHOOK bc why the hell did you have it?

you noticed his shocked and confused look

‘i knew this would happen. we’ve facetimed before, remember? just in case this would happen, i brought backup’

his eyes glistened with tears of gratitude but you waved it away and started attempting to fix his hair

tbh you dont know why he did this hairstyle because his hair was really soft and nice and he still looked attractive either way

moving on to kunimi babie

lets face it, he probably doesnt sleep at all at night and he suffers from insomnia

and when he cant sleep, he bothers his friends

but he doesnt bother you though

which makes you sad bc you thought you made it clear that he could come to you if he was in need of something

you only found out after kindaichi accidentally blurted out during morning practice of how tired he is bc kunimi wouldnt stop talking to him at 2 in the morning

‘aki,,, you could’ve called me’

you gently said and kunimi scrunched his nose at how sad you sounded

‘you need your sleep, y/n’

‘but i want you to sleep too’

‘kindaichi’s been my contact since i was like 5 so-’

‘so you dont need me?’

your eyes watered and kunimi jumped, frantically fussing over you

‘okay, okay, y/n, okay. ill call you’

then as if they were never there, you cheered up and bounced happily

‘i’m expecting it, aki-kun!’

but at 1:43 in the morning, his finger hovered over the call button on your contact since he really didnt want to bother you

but he could already hear your whines in the morning

‘aki?’

he cursed when he heard your groggy voice

‘sorry y/n, ill hang up-’

‘no!’

you sat up, forcing to wake up

‘stay’

you mumbled and he made a sound of agreement

‘not tired?’

you asked

‘no. well, like im tired but i cant sleep, yknow?’

you laid on your bed with your cheeks puffed out, trying to think how to put him to sleep

‘we can just talk, aki’

‘about what?’

‘anything. just,,, talk to me. i want to know your favorite color, your favorite food, everything about you’

:( morning calls really hit different

last one is our mattsun babie

so like, mattsun is a TREE

im like 5′3 and hes like 6′2 so we a whole dwarf next to him

you are always dwarfed whenever you stand next to him and this little shite takes advantage of that and puts his elbow on top of your head

he likes to poke fun at you but you just pout bc you know hes all fun and games

‘hows the weather down there’

‘so mean, mattsun-san’

but his height did give him a special memory with you though

you were both left in the gym to clean up bc everyone had something to do like oiks had to go home bc takeru got sick and iwa also got sick and you just volunteered to clean up and mattsun stayed behind

you were sweeping the floor and you unconsciously started humming as you swept and started swaying a little

mattsun heard you as he pushed the carts and watched as you just swayed and twirled around and he found himself smiling at you

you noticed him stop in front of you and he bowed down, holding out a hand

‘may i take this dance, m’lady’

you laughed

‘what? whats going on?’

he softly held your hand and pulled you to him

‘you were dancing and i wanted to join you’

you nodded and looked up at him, eyes half-lidded

‘stand on my feet, chibi-chan. i can lead while you sing’

it was a random song you heard from the radio earlier but you complied while he moved with your feet on his

you giggled when he would lean down to softly kiss your forehead and shriek when he would unexpectedly dip you down

either way, at 8:34 PM, you and mattsun danced under the gym lights with no witness except you and him

ughh i really want seijoh now

you and the team share individual memories that are more special than the ones with the others bc its where you could actually be upfront with each other

its just a shame that there are 4 third years in the team that would eventually graduate and go their own separate ways after high school, leaving behind their underclassmen

they could just hope that those memories and special moments would remind them of who you were and how special you were to them since at the prime of their youth, you were their first true love

a/n: ngl i didnt expect to finish this so quick but im just in a really soft mood right now and this is to makeup for the fact that my update schedule could start becoming erratic due to my school so i hope you enjoyed this blurb!! and depending on my asks, there could only be one last part to this series unless someone requests for another specific scenario with the manager!!

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mendesblurb · 3 years

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WHERE IS THE LOVE

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors and maybe typos

GIF Credits to owner and maker @tannerandthesociety-backup

It felt like it was just yesterday when you were a new transfer student entering a high school in Toronto.

You were forced to relocate to another country because your dad was offered a promotion at work. You were so happy when he conveyed the news even though you were a little sad that you had to move to another country.

First day of school was tough as nobody wanted to get to know the new kid. You were about to give up when a group of guys asked whether they could sit with you during lunch.

Because you were lonely and desperate for friends you said yes. Those guys were Shawn,Brian and Connor. Soon the four of you became inseparable, you see the thing is for other people at the school they were the three weirdos and now you were their newest member.

The three of you were there from the beginning of Shawn's music career. You were there when his vine blew up and you were all so proud when stitches went trending.

Fast forward to now, you are currently on a summer break from university and what better way to spend your break than joining your best friend’s world tour.

Today you were off to the land of the rising sun aka Japan. As soon as you reach your seat, all you want you to do is take a nap. But unfortunately that was just impossible as you were sitting in next to Brian and Connor.

“Guys please let me sleep.” You whinnied

“Nope, Y/N you're so busy with boring University assignments and now we can finally catch up with each other .” Brian said

“Hey Y/N, what’s stopping you two?” Connor asked

“What do you mean?” You said in lazy tone and eyes still closed

“Let me rephrase it for you my dear, do you or do you not still have feelings for Shawn?” Connor said cheekily

You opened your eyes immediately and said, “Connor wtf?” You said while elbowing him

“Owww, but seriously that sounds like a yes to me, right Brian?” Connor said

“Uhm without a doubt.” Brian nod his head

“Look Y/N, all I’m saying is It will be a dream come true if you and Shawn finally decide to take your friendship to the next level.” Connor said

“What are you trying to say Con, stop giving me riddles.” You whined

“All I’m saying is I know our Shawnie like you too and I have a plan to make him confess his feelings to you.” Connor said

“Whatever brilliant plan you think you have, I don’t want to know because whatever feelings I have towards him will just ruin our friendship.” You replied

“Cmon Y/N, please!” He said while giving you his puppy eyes

“I just don’t want to ruin our friendship, Con.” you said

“I pinky promise, your friendship won’t be ruined.” He said

“Fine, tell me your so-called amazing plan” you replied

“Brian, will you do the honours of explaining the plan to this amazing lady here.” Connor said

“ it would be my pleasure.” He said while giggling

The next few hours flew by and soon you were arriving at theHaneda Airport. Upon arriving the four of you and all the crew rushed to the hotel.

————The next morning———————————-

“Good morning Y/N and Con.” Shawn said in a clearly still sleepy face

Shawn was sleepy but not blind as he saw his 2 best friends standing rather close to each other. Connor’s hand was wrapped around your waist and his face was buried in your neck.

“Oh hey Shawn, didn’t see you there.” You said and immediately you turned your attention back to Connor and he whispered to your ear,”pretend I said something funny and you loved it.” In response you just giggled and Completely ignored Shawn.

Shawn felt annoyed and decided to go and find Brian. After spotting Brian, Shawn decided to approach his table.

Shawn plopped on the seat next to

Brian, resting his head in one of his hands while the other aggressively stabbed the watermelon in his bowl with a fork.

“Dude, don’t blame the watermelon when you have a jetlag!” Brian said

"I am not jetlag" Shawn mumbled through gritted teeth and annoyed expression, lifting his eyes to look at you again, gripping the fork tighter when he saw who you were with.

Brian followed his friend's eyes, and he was crossing his fingers and hoping his plan worked when his eyes landed on you. But for now he just sighed and put his hand on Shawn’s shoulder, to somehow give him support over the image of his two best friends acting all flirty toward one another.

You made your way through the hotel restaurant to find Brian’s table while holding Connor’s hand. This was part of the whole plan, you and Connor had to act all flirty with each other during breakfast.

Hey guys" You playfully greeted, reaching the table, a big smile on your face as you sat across from them.

Before Connor could sit down next yo you, he got a phone call from Andrew saying that he needs to finish editing the video now so he excused himself and went back to his room.

"Hi Y/n" Brian happily replied, lightly nudging Shawn’s elbow when he didn't say anything.

Your smile instantly replaced by a frown, when you noticed Shawn was just focused on his watermelon , avoiding your gaze. By now you wonder, whether the plan actually worked because the last thing you want is to ruin your friendship.

"So how did you guys sleep?" You awkwardly asked, focusing your curious eyes on Brian, waiting for him to tell you what was going on with Shawn.

“Uh ... not much but managed to get 6 hours" Brian said. "So, when did you get all lovey dovey with Connor?" He asked to take the attention away from Shawn, but he mentally he knew that's probably the last thing Shawn wants to hear right now.

"Oh last night Connor confessed his feelings and I said I felt the same" You smiled back again, meanwhile Shawn just choked at his glass of milk.

By now Shawn was coughing and you quickly asked, “ Shawn you okay, here have my water.”

“I’m good Y/N, thanks.” Shawn replied but still avoiding your meet your eye

“He confessed his feelings and now you guys are showing all the PDA" He teased in a mocking tone making you frown for the second time, because it wasn't a sarcastic mocking tone, it was a mean mocking tone.

"I mean he is proud to say that He has feelings for me and now he just wants other people to know about our love too so I will say it’s a sweet gesture he likes and I really enjoy it too" You defended yourself, and Shawn just chuckled.

"I'm pretty sure that's just a rebound,I mean we're talking about Connor, He makes everyone think he has moved on from his ex and Y/n, I'm sure he just wants to have a tour fling to show his ex." Shawn proudly said

"So you're saying I'm just some fling for him?" You asked, ignoring the way your heart ached from Shawn who was thinking so low of your other best friend.

"What I'm saying is the guy still constantly talks about his ex , so my advice is you shouldn't be that excited about your new relationship status because he'll just end up going back to his ex.” He stated while obviously still clouded by jealousy.

"Seriously why can’t you be happy that I end up with Connor, Mendes" You painfully said, before getting up from the table and leaving your bowl of cereal behind and you went back to your room.

Jealousy could trigger many things and you certainly didn’t expect Shawn would say that about Connor.

“Mendes, when was the last time she called you that?” Brian said

Mendes, you only call him that whenever you are upset with him. And now he realised that he too was blinded by the jealousy that he didn’t monitor all the words coming out of his mouth.

“ You know what I still can’t believe, I am still surprised that a guy like you could write so many songs but can never truly say anything to the person who inspired all the songs.” Brian shook his head in disapproval and left Shawn all alone at the hotel restaurant.

…………………….Later at rehearsal…………………..

Part B of the plan was for you and Connor to arrive together at the rehearsal but also you need to arrive a little late to build some type of tension, at least this theory was stated by Brian.

“Okay everyone let’s take 5, before we start.” Shawn said to the band, “Brian where‘s Y/N?” He asked

“I don’t know probably, with Connor.” Brian replied

After rehearsing for 2 songs you finally arrived at the venue with Connor.

Usually during all rehearsals or concerts you will give your full attention to Shawn and after every song you would give him a thumbs up and clap for him.

Today however it was different as he looked across the stage he saw you sitting in Connor’s lap and giggling at his cheesy jokes.

Shawn felt heartbroken when he saw you, his girl, well not exactly, his girl that isn't his but is his ... the girl he loved forever... anyway, when he saw you laugh with someone that wasn't him his heart instantly dropped.

Especially when that someone was Connor Brashier, I mean he knew that Connor was aware of his feelings toward you and he didn’t expect this type of betrayal from Connor of all people.

———- The day of the concert——————————

Today was the big day, usually Shawn felt excited because he was about to meet all his fans but today he couldn’t concentrate, he kept thinking whether things could turn out differently if he confessed his feelings sooner. Would you feel the same? One thing for sure is he would be on cloud nine if you felt the same way he did.

“Shawn, you ready?” Andrew asked

“Yeah, yeah sure.” He said clearly distracted

“Hey.” You said entering the dressing room

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Shawn asked

“Am I not allowed to wish my best friend a goodluck?” You asked.

“Whatever Y/N just go and be with Connor.” He said

“Look Shawn I think there’s something you should know.”

“Look Y/N, I need to focus on rehearsing my lyrics so please don’t distract me.”

“Shawn I’m sorry if I ever was a distraction, I’ll be outside if you need me.” You said trying to hold back your tears

“Y/N wait! I’m sorry I didn’t mean that it’s just you’re a distraction because dammit I am in love with you and I understand that you’re with Connor now and I just think you should know how I feel about you .” He said

“Shawn I’m not with Connor, I mean the whole thing was them trying to prove to me that I wasn’t the only one who felt that way towards you… the truth is I have loved you since high school if I’m being honest.” You confessed

The next few minutes was a blur as Shawn got up from his seat to kiss you…. what you didn’t know was that the dressing room door was open and Connor and Brian were standing there.

Seeing that Brian grabbed the door handle and closed the door.

Standing at the side stage, Connor happily said, “we did it bro.”

“Damn right we did.” Brian sighed happily and they fist bumped each other.

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winterscaptain · 4 years

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thoughtful.

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

request from anon: hi!!! Could you do a Hotch x reader where they are close and she calls him Agent Hotchstuff and brings him food/drinks cuz he always forgets to eat. One day he snaps at her cuz he’s tired and she stops doing those things for him and he’s sad about that. Later on apologizes and confesses (very fluffy) thanks!!!

rating & words: g, ~1900

a/n: this just poured out of me last night. i loved loved loved this request. thank you to anon!!

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You step through Hotch’s doorway, finding him behind his desk on the phone. A fresh mug of coffee rests between your hands, prepared just the way he likes it – black, with one sugar. He hasn’t stopped working since he stepped out of the elevator this morning. While unruffled, you know he stretches himself too far – often forgetting to eat and take regular breaks.

You quietly place the mug on his desk handle on his left-hand side. He looks up, grateful. He mouths his thanks and returns to his note-taking.

When you retreat to the door, you watch him for a moment. He drops his pen and takes an absent-minded sip of his coffee as if it had been there the whole time. Satisfied, you track back to the bullpen and get back to work on your current consult.

+++

It’s the third day in the field. Hotch studies the map with his hand over his mouth, frowning. The rest of the team was working elsewhere, leaving the two of you to search for things yet unseen.

“Hey, Hotchstuff.” You catch him huff a laugh at your newest attempt to find a new nickname. It was a work in progress. “See anything new?”

He spares you a glance and a nearly-imperceptible smile. “No, nothing new. JJ is following up with the families today. The fourth victim’s father knows more than he’s letting on.”

You hum in agreement and pull a granola bar out of your back pocket. You’d tucked it there just before walking in. Reaching forward, you bring it into his eye-line, careful not to startle him out of his focus. He stares at it for a moment before taking it from you.

“I haven’t seen you eat anything since this morning,” you say, quietly. You pass him, and stick a post-it flag next to the fourth victim, marking a possible lead.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, sir.”

He unwraps the granola bar and takes a bite. You smile to yourself.

+++

“Jack!”

You kneel and open your arms. The boy runs to you, leaping into your arms. You spin him in a circle, and he hangs off your hip as you pepper his head with kisses. His Aunt Jessica waves to Hotch, standing on the bridge outside his office.

“What are you doing here today?” He tucks his head neatly under your chin, and you pull him close to your chest, one arm under him and the other across his back with your hand on his head.

As you chat with him on your walk back to your desk, you miss the way Aaron leans on the railing with a soft smile on his face. He had come back from an early afternoon meeting to find a muffin and cup of coffee on his desk. He didn’t need a note to know who left it for him. You take care of him more than he thinks he deserves.

Watching you with his son ignites something in him. He flushes and pushes the feeling away. He shoves off the railing and grabs his bag from the office.

“Jack, let's go,” he calls, stepping down the stairs with purpose.

The boy pouts from his place on your lap, doodling in your notebook. “Cmon dad! Just a little longer.”

“Nope. We gotta go, buddy. I promised your Aunt Jessica dinner when she’s done with her appointment.” Hotch won’t look at you, and a flash of disappointment strikes through your chest.

No. He’s not yours. Quit while you’re ahead.

Shaking off the feeling, you pull Jack close to you and lean close to his ear. “Better listen to him, love. I’ll see you later, okay?”

He grins up at you and leaps off your lap, taking his father’s hand and leaving the office.

Huh.

+++

Hotch hadn’t been able to shake that feeling in his chest since seeing you with Jack on Friday. It was uncomfortable, and felt like a betrayal to Haley. It hadn’t been that long since her death, but he felt deeply for you. You were always there for him – through the rocky last cases before she walked out, through the divorce, and through the crushing grief of her loss.

When he walks into the office, the sight of your mug next to his – George Washington University Law next to your alma mater’s seal – reminds him of the situation. You’re his direct report. He can’t have feelings for you.

He pours his own coffee that morning. When you arrive to find his mug gone and his office door closed, the irrational disappointment returns.

“What’s on your mind, kiddo?” Derek steps into the break room and sees your thousand-yard stare.

You plaster a smile on your face. “Nothing.” You press a hand to his shoulder and assure him before he can ask. “I’m alright.”

You aren’t, and he knows it. He sighs and relents, letting you go with a pat to your hand.

+++

When you knock on the door with a sandwich in-hand from JJ’s lunch run, your chest feels close to bursting.

“It’s open,” Hotch says.

You open the door, and step inside, closing it behind you.

His head has been inside reports all day and he’s been in and out of meetings since the early morning. Beyond that, he’s barely left the office.

“Hey Hotchstuff,” you say with a gentle laugh. You pray you can draw a smile from him, but his brows only draw closer together.

He looks up at you, and his brown eyes are hard and belie his exhaustion. “Stop. Just stop.”

You stop short, halfway to the desk. “Hotch…what’s wrong?”

One large hand pulls down his face, landing at his mouth. “I’m incredibly busy. Unless it’s case-related, I simply can’t spare the time today.” His tone is harsher than he wants, and he immediately regrets it when he sees your face fall.

You pull it together quickly. As you take the last three steps to his desk, you toss the wrapped sandwich toward him, turning before you can see it land. Your hand meets the doorknob. Before you open it, the bitterness crawling up your throat leaves your mouth. “Of course, sir.” You swallow the lump in your throat and continue. “I apologize for the interruption, Agent Hotchner. Won’t happen again.”

The door slams behind you. You return to your work with a vengeance, headphones on and blind to the world around you.

JJ and Derek look at each other, then train their gaze on Hotch’s office.

The figure in the window turns away from their watchful eyes, the sandwich untouched on his desk.

+++

The next few cases pass in a blur, marked only by your relentless diligence, professionalism, and adherence to boundaries. You arrive on-time for days in the office, promptly leaving right after five o’clock. In the field, you stay up working until you can’t keep your eyes open anymore, and return early in the morning.

Hotch finds himself reaching for coffee that isn’t there after his meetings. JJ has reminded him to eat twice after near-blackouts in the field. For too many days in a row, he realizes only upon his return to the hotel room that he’s failed to eat anything all day. He eyes your packed lunches as you share with Derek and Spencer on the jet and in the bullpen.

+++

Aaron makes it a point to sit across from you on the jet, in the section farthest from the rest of your sleeping team. His side is more of a small sofa than a chair.

The case was difficult, and you couldn’t talk the unsub down before he killed his final victim right in front of you.

“Hey,” he says, searching for your eyes.

“Good evening, sir.” You continue to stare at the case file in your hands, mentally building your after-action report.

He sighs. “Can we talk?”

You finally look up at him, closing the file on your lap. You raise one eyebrow – an invitation to continue.

“I’m sorry for my behavior.” He rests his elbows on his knees, his hands laced loosely in front of him. “It wasn’t fair of me to snap at you a few weeks ago.”

You watch him for a moment, taking stock of his tells. His thumb rubs restlessly against his index finger, and you know he’s not finished talking. He’s nervous.

“I know you’re always doing your best to look out for me. I didn’t – I wasn’t –“ He huffs, frustrated. “I saw you with Jack that Friday, and it scared me.”

It’s your turn to furrow your brow. “What scared you?”

“You. I didn’t expect to feel so strongly about anyone so soon after Haley, but you were always…there. You’ve been a friend to me when I’m not easy to be around and I ruined it in a moment of frustration. You always know what I need before I need it, and…” He reaches out, leaning across the small aisle to cover your hand with his. “I’ve missed you.”

His admission startles you, just a little. When you blink, you find your eyes stinging and misty. You look at his hand covering your own. Turning your palm, you grasp his hand. “I missed you too.”

He offers you a small smile, then. “And I only hate it a little when you call me Hotchstuff.”

That draws a real smile from you. You release his hand and place the file on the seat next to you. When you settle next to him, you reach for his hand again. “So, what don’t you hate?”

His brown eyes are fixed on your laced fingers. “I don’t mind Hotch, of course, but I think Aaron’s okay when it’s just us, don’t you think?”

You squeeze his hand. “Sounds good.”

“I love you, you know.” He smiles at you, and leans against the window, closing his eyes.

“I love you, too, Aaron.” Your fingers still laced with his, your eyes close.

+++

When you drift back into consciousness, you’re warm and secure and surrounded by a familiar, comforting smell. You come to realize the security is from Aaron’s arms around you, and the smell is from the soft shirt beneath your cheek.

You push yourself up, and Aaron’s arm falls behind you. The rest of the team is still deeply asleep, with a little less than an hour left on the flight. You rise, on a mission.

With two mugs of coffee in one hand and a cookie in the other, you return to your seat. You set the coffee down on the little pull-out table near the window, and place a hand on Hotch’s shoulder.

He starts awake but orients himself quickly. He smiles at you – small and sweet.

“Thought you’d want to wake up a bit before landing.” You offer him the cookie and look pointedly at the matching mugs.

He leans forward, kissing you gently on the cheek. “Thank you.”

You turn your head, leaning into the risk, and press your lips against his. He gasps quietly, surprised, before bringing a hand around to the back of your head. He holds you to him for a moment, and your hand cups his jaw, your thumb running back and forth against his cheekbone. The cookie and it’s little paper plate are forgotten between you for the moment.

When you pull away, his eyes are a little glazed over. You reach past him, intentionally leaning way closer to his crotch than is entirely necessary, and snag both mugs of coffee. Pressing one of the mugs into his hands and another chaste kiss to his lips, you lean back and settle into your seat.

“Of course, Aaron."

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halfhappyhooligan · 4 years

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a voltron au? in 2020? it’s more likely than you think

look. LOOK. i know that voltron is stupid and we hate it but lets be honest: everything up until season 3 was pretty good and had lots of potential !!

today i was rewatching voltron and a thought struck me: what if, instead of shiro being cloned, he was chipped and turned to the side of the galra?

so here it is, i did not blink since i thought of this

(warning, i have not seen voltron in a while and this is just knowledge i have stored in my moss brain and stuff i know from rewatching the first season)

au where shiro goes evil bc of what happens @ end of season one instead of the clone thing bc 1) haggar rly could not have made thousands of shiros after bumping into team voltron like what twice? its hella improbable and 2) just… weird

so instead they insert a chip in him that helps them spy and control him just like kuron (the clone) did minus the unlikely storytelling

eventually after the convo with sendak when he was in the pod trying to temp shirp, he does have thoughts about helping zarkon

(“im already infiltrated with the arm, i could just speed up the process by leaving now. save the team the trouble of investing in a leader that’s doomed to fail from the strart.”)

shiro ends up leaving team voltron in season 2 after zarkon goes crazy w the black lion n stuff

^^ this adds to Keith’s reasoning of joining the Blade of Marmora (shiro is his main stability and one of the main reasons he even stuck around with team voltron, so with shiro gone and keith questioning his place as the leader and paladin of the black lion, he decides the BoM is just.. what’s best for him)

obviously lance isn’t happy with this (“you just told me that i’m a valuable member, now you don’t think YOU are? what logic is that?”)

ofc keith goes anyways

lance becomes paladin of the black lion

allura takes on the red lion

who has blue lion? ...idk this isn’t that thought out (maybe matt after pidge finds her family) (which will happen earlier in the plot since we can forget about the miniplot of black no longer responding to shiro)

enter lotor only this time he has a sidekick and what omg its shiro wow

shiro has that bigger version of his arm that was once offered to him

he’s stronger and scary, but his eyes aren’t the same, he has the strength of a galra but lacks the passion

in the fight between lotor and zarkon, (and after, of course lots of self doubt and questioning) shiro comes between them and convinces lotor NOT to kill zarkon

then zarkon kills lotor

everyones like oh shit bc surely someone who’s life was just spared wouldn’t kill the person who seems to have the most power

but he did. bc he’s zarkon. and he’s fckn crazy.

shiro doesn’t go back to team voltron bc its too much too easily

instead he takes the place of lotor in the group of gals

he convinces them all to rebel against the galra

eventually they teach him all about quintessence and all the shit lotor had planned that they can’t do anymore

(lotor wasn’t harvesting alteans in this universe bc what the heck even was that subplot that had little to no relevance to the main storyline?

instead he was trying to find a way to technologically bring back alteans (kinda like how allure’s dad was originally preserved in s1)

i know nothing about How Stuff Works and i dont remember much about quintessence n shit but the basic idea is that when tying in some of a persons artifacts with technology stuff and some quintessence then boom. a weird route from astral projection land to the team is created and ppl can come back or smth idfk

but lotor was never able to get the comet so shiro decides he and the gals will get that comet and try to bring back as many alteans as they can

^ all this while infiltrating as many galra fleets as possible + saving planets under galra empire

they personally visit every planet that lotor was in charge of and release them from galra control

they are able to bring back an altean (its romelle) and she talks abt her friend who lives on the balmera and they go to the balmera and its revealed that it was shay’s great grandmother so romelle asks where shay is and shay’s family is like with team voltron of course

they take her

obviously team voltron, the BoM and the Rebels r very hesitant to make contact but they decide to try it out

keith refuses to meet, instead he’s on the team that stands guard

reunions !!

romelle and shay hit it off and hunk makes a dinner much like roselle’s past (allura and coran also hang out and they all vibe)

lance talks to shiro abt everything to do with keith and shiro is like dude do u??? like him?

and lance is like what? no ofc not—oh shit.

and keith ✨overhears ✨

pidge matt and shiro catch up n shit

meanwhile keith is like Hey Lance Uhhhhhh What The Fuck

they end up being like hey since we’re all here and we hate zarkon what if we make a plan to end the galra’s reign Right Now

so they do

and y’all.. it’s hella baller plan

except something is going wrong and in the middle of an attack zarkon is able to get the upper hand

due to haggar’s magic and lance’s mental and emotional instability, zarkon is able to get in his head

everyone is trying to talk him down but they’re all under a lot of pressure

allura is also conflicted bc she wanted to be black lion bc she wanted to rub it in to zarkon’s face that she was stronger than he and that she could beat him at his own game

but the negativity and instability feeds into zarkon’s power and makes him and haggar stronger as they pull in voltron to finally take over the team and regain their status as the most powerful alien race

hunk realizes this and is like okay can y’all stop being negative? its clearly affecting them in a good way and it makes us an easier target

and pidge is like im literally a child pls i don’t wanna die i just got my family back it can’t end like this

shiro realizes what’s going on and he goes to save them

he uses all his energy, pulling in the positive memories (everything: first learning about space, becoming a teacher, meeting adam, meeting keith, first making team voltron, his friends and family--all of it) to push back zarkon and haggar’s powers and battle once more in the astral realm

in defeating zarkon, shiro loses his life

afterwards keith enters the ship in a hurry and is like where the fuck is shiro where’s my brother what did you do what happened

and team voltron is like hey man.. we are so so sorry

and keith cries because the last thing he ever said to shiro was mean

lance feels like its all his fault since he was supposed to be a good leader

they talk about separately while hunk pidge and allura discuss

krolia is like keith we, ur family, are here for u

and axca is there and shes like um?? hey?? sry for trying to kill u bro

and he’s like i absolutely do not wanna talk i just lost my closest friend

they talk about it later

axca tells keith abt shiro finishing lotor’s work and abt bringing people back and well..

they use the methods to help keith visit shiro in the astral realm

shiro is like oh uh hey i was just having a drink w adam we r happy

and keith is like shiro u fuckhead why would u sacrifice urself

shiro sighs bc cmon keith you KNOW why “remember what i always said? we can’t focus on what went wrong..”

“we’ve got to figure out how to make it right” keith finishes

keith breaks tf down crying and screams apologizing

“i love u shiro. ur a like a big brother to me.”

and shiro is like yeah i know and ilyt but hey. everyone’s safe and happy. im safe and happy. & you deserve to be too. you don’t need me anymore.

so the galra rule is over and everyone goes to their respected planets

romelle and the other alteans as well as some galra babes hang in earth

romelle and shay r in an apartment together and have a garden

allura realizes she may not have been the strongest leader for voltron, and couldn’t stop zarkon on her own but that physical strength doesn’t define her as a whole

her heart is strong enough to care for everyone, so thats what she does

allura starts running an inn for alteans filled with painted sceneries like altea in case anyone ever needs a reminder of home

when lance reunites with his family its a real tearjerker

rachel finally gets her jacket back and veronica is like So.. Axca 👀

the McClain’s host a huge party for everyone and it’s filled with lots of hugs and loud music and even tho lance was way too tired, he danced all night

he wouldn’t trade his family for the world—genetic and chosen

when hunk reunites with his parents they don’t let him out the house for hours, he tells them all about his new best friend shay as well as hundreds of his favorites stories from space

they are so, so proud of him

hunk spends the next days playing minecraft and animal crossing with pidge, giving their brains a rest from being on hyperdrive for 3 yrs straight

when pidge gets home she finally gets grounded by her mom, only being allowed to leave the house to see her old teammates

(same for matt and her dad)

(her mother cries so hard when they opened the door to the home)

the holt family holds movie nights filled with popcorn, cuddles, and tears

keith moves in with the holt family, and finally accepts that he has a home as well as a family

he often goes on trips with the BoM but mostly just stays on earth

after a Team Voltron sleepover in the altea inn keith and lance decide to get an apartment together and live their lives in love and in peace

everyone gets together once a year in celebration of shiro and the sacrifice he made for them

they use the ship to visit Astral Shiro and once they even met adam

everyone laughs and catches up and just... live their lives

everyone is happy

pls ignore any and all errors lmao

again, just a thought !! maybe i’ll write a fic abt it idk for sure but yeah

feel free to add anything <3

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tensonline · 4 years

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Chapter 2

WE ARE THE LOVESICK GIIIIIIIIIiiiiiIiiiiiiIIIIIIRLSSSSS

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“Wait, so let me get this straight. Do you want to date this guy? Or do you just wanna fuck him?”

“_____, please stop fucking athletes. You have a type and it’s shitty men who have two brain cells.”

“OKAY,” you yelled. “I get it! I like my men that know how to juggle balls and can juggle me! IS THAT CRIME?!”

“No! But what about some cute English major? Or a sociology one? You like sociology!” Jisoo insisted.

“First of all bitch, English majors are pretentious so how dare you,” you snapped, “Have you not seen You? Everyone knows to stay away from them. And sociology majors are only good for arguing on Twitter. They suck at sex.”

“Um fuck you? I’m a sociology major and I--” Jennie started

You interrupted her, “I do not need to know about you and Jisoo’s sex life. Please. Not all of us like romantic candlelit sex. I want someone to choke me and degrade me! I love being degraded! Have either of you been thrown around? Or tried orgasm denial?”

Jisoo scowled. “No, you freak. Some of us don’t like being rough.”

“Yeah,” Jennie sniffed. “There’s nothing wrong with vanilla sex. So what if I like to have my room smell like A Thousand Wishes and have Alina Baraz playing while I’m fucking? Also, who wants to have their orgasm be denied? Isn’t that, like, the opposite of what someone would want in sex?”

You gaped at her, “Oh my god. I’m going to ignore that last question and focus on what’s more disturbing. Are you serious, bitch? A Thousand Wishes is the scent you pick from Bath and Body Works? There are better ones.”

“Ooo, really? Which ones do you recommend?” Jennie lights up as she asks.

“Okay, you need to try---”

“Oh my god, can we focus?!” Jisoo hisses. She looks between you and her girlfriend and sighs when you both turn to her with incredulous faces.

Of course both of you thought she was crazy for interrupting the conversation.

“Look, _____” Jisoo sighs, “You don’t think this is a bad idea? You work with this guy. What if it makes things awkward?”

“It won’t,” you dismiss while waving a hand around, “He’s chill. I’m chill. We’re both grown and can handle sleeping together while staying… colleagues. Acquaintances. Whatever the hell we are.”

Jisoo and Jennie shared a look. They both knew that once you set your sights on someone, it was only a matter of time until you sunk your claws into them. Their warnings were only going to fly right over your head. Usually, your friends would admire how determined you are when you want to achieve something and wouldn’t let anyone deter you. Any other day they would admire your perseverance.

Today wasn’t that day.

You saw the look that the couple in front of you shared and immediately tensed up.

“Look, I know what you two are thinking,” you say with your brows furrowing, “He seems like just my type. But I’ll be careful. If I feel myself getting too…. too close or feeling like it’s too much I’ll stop.”

Jisoo immediately softened her face and spoke gently. “_____, I’m not trying to control you. Neither is Jennie. We both love you, you know that. You’re like our sister and daughter all in one. We just know of Xuxi’s reputation and want you to tread carefully, okay?”

You looked at her with wide eyes, “What do you mean?”

It wasn’t that they were upset over you sleeping around, far from it actually. You were a big girl who could do whatever and whoever you wanted. Hell, they often played wing woman and set you up with guys they knew you would like.

They were just worried about you. You were the baby of the group with a personality that someone could easily take advantage of. It’s not like you were the type to run at the first sign of romance, in fact, you enjoyed it.

You, whether you admitted it or not, were secretly a hopeless romantic. You were okay with having casual sex, but if it went anything farther then that..

Well.

You fall hard. You loved the idea of love no matter how much of a realist you forced yourself to be. You liked making connections and building relationships with people that made you laugh, it was a part of your charm. You gave away your heart too easily when it came to relationships, and they had been there to pick up the pieces quite a few times. You gave your all to someone and it hurt them seeing someone do wrong by you.

Your friends were only worried about you because they both knew of Huang Xuxi.

And they both knew he was exactly the type of guy who could charm you and would fall for immediately.

Jennie moved to sit by you and cuddled closer, “Look, yeah he’s a nice guy. Everyone knows that. But… he’s just a player. Sure he’s transparent with every girl he sleeps with, but that doesn’t mean he treats girls nicely. And you deserve to be treated nicely. Or I’ll kick his fucking ass and set his car on fire.”

Jennie beamed at you when she finished speaking. You felt your heart warm at the threat. She absolutely would follow through with it and knowing you had a friend who would go that far for you made you feel safe and secure.

“Me too, Jennifer. If I didn’t know you and Jisoo are practically soulmates I would say the same thing. But since you two are basically the last piece of evidence that proves love exists, I’ll settle for something else. So if any one of those girls on the cheer team give you the slightest bit of attitude I’ll slap them.”

Jisoo smiled seeing the exchange. For right now, they’ll put Huang Xuxi onto the backburner.

“Anyways, let’s go back to what we all came here for. The semester starts next week and the Theta Chi house is working with the Sigma Kappa girls to throw the first party. So obviously we need to look sexy as fuck. Especially _____ and Lisa. You both have cobwebs and dust collecting on your vaginas that I can see.”

“What the fuck” you gasped, “Ten told me the same thing! It’s literally been a month. Cmon, that’s not even that long.”

“Yeah well, for a university student it is. Especially for someone hot like you. Even more so when we take your track record into consideration. Your virginity is basically putting itself together again like the ashes of the ones that died in Infinity War,” Rosie said as she walked into the apartment with Lisa towing in right behind her.

You jumped at their entrance then scowled after her comment sunk in, “Leave me alone, Roseanne,”

Rosie glared at you for the use of her full first name as she sat down across from you.

“When was the last time you got laid?” you taunted, “We haven’t heard any hoe stories from you either!”

Rosie perked up, “Last night, actually. I went on a date with Jungkook and went back to his apartment. Mingyu says hi, by the way. Did you know they were roommates?”

“UGH,” you groaned. “Of course you get laid by one of the hottest dudes there is. And he’s nice! What the fuck! Save some for us bitch!”

Rosie laughed and looked down, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink.

Immediately everyone got quiet and stared at her.

“Rosé,” Lisa drawls out slowly, “Do you actually like this guy?”

Rosie sobered up quickly and looked around at each of you.

“Okay, look,” she says slowly, “I’m gonna be honest with you guys. I--”

“Oh my god,” you interject with a groan. You throw yourself onto the couch and cover your eyes with your arm, “Everyone is falling in love except me! I haven’t even had sex in so long! Not even oral!”

“I didn’t even finish yet!” Rosie says exasperated.

“Yes, but you’re Rosé, everyone falls in love with you on the first date. And if this guy didn’t then I’ll kill him. Because you’re pretty and perfect and deserve the world. Why wouldn’t he fall in love right away? The fuck.”

Rosie flushes but sends you a shy smile either way.

“As I was saying, I actually have been going on dates with Jungkook but didn’t say anything because I actually like this guy. I was worried he just wanted to hit it and quit it, that’s why I never mentioned it. I would’ve been so embarrassed if that happened and I gushed about how much I like him but… I think it’s going well. I hope he asks to be exclusive soon,” she finishes with a whisper. You suddenly sit up straight and smack the sofa. Your friends jump at the sudden action when you open your mouth and say “I’ll shove my foot up his ass if he doesn’t ask you to be his girlfriend, Rosie. I don’t give a fuck how hot he is, you’re way hotter and have a line of people knocking at your door.”

Lisa blinks, “Okay, _____. You are at a ten right now and need to take it to a two. Not everything needs to turn into a wannabe WWE match, but I agree. Rosie, if he doesn't ask you to be exclusive within the next month, drop him.”

“Okay,” Rosie sighs while looking down and playing with the hem of her dress, “I just haven’t liked someone like this in a while and I’m just… yeah. But enough about me! There’s nothing to get sad about! We have more important issues to focus on. Like _____ and Lisa being the reborn virgins of the group. Ironic since you two are the biggest hoes I know.”

Lisa groans, “I know. I’ve just been so stressed with the dance team and summer school. I haven’t had time to even rest and now the semester is starting? Bitch..” she shakes her head without finishing.

Jennie gets up and claps her hands, “Well, what are we waiting for? The Theta Chi party is the perfect time and place for you two to get some. It’s coming up soon and we need to start pampering now. It doesn’t even need to be for hooking up, it can be a good luck present for the semester starting. Now c'mon, get your shit” she says grabbing yours and Lisa’s arms and yanking you two up, “if we leave right now we can make it to the salon as a walk-in. I’ll pay for everything.”

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The final days leading up to a new semester were tiring. You had a short timeframe in which you had to get your financial aid sorted out, make sure you sent out the emails that needed to be sent, talked to your manager about your schedule, and mentally prepare yourself. On top of all the stress you had going on outside of work, work itself had been incredibly busy. With the upcoming start of a new school year, the store had been filled to the brim with snot nosed kids, demanding parents, and hoards of teenagers all looking for the perfect shoe. You had asked for more hours to get some extra cash, but you were starting to regret it. With the back to back scheduling and long shifts, there was no time for you to sit down and breathe.

Fortunately today, you were scheduled to do sorting in the back for the majority of your shift. Which meant you had to take inventory for an hour and sit around on your phone for the rest of it.

As you were counting how many black high tops Converses there were left and cursing the middle schoolers who never failed to sell them out early every year, you failed to notice someone walking in.

“Hey, _____. You need some help?” Jaehyun asked.

You tensed up immediately after hearing the voice and mentally cursed yourself for not washing your hair last night or doing your full makeup routine.

At least you had the decency to put on your eyebrows.

“Oh hey, Jaehyun. I didn’t know you were scheduled for today. How was your vacation?” you asked while putting on a fake smile.

Jaehyun was one of your coworkers, and also your ex-boyfriend. The funny, sweet basketball player had been working at Foot Locker way longer than you and had been the one to train you. He was the one to take you under his wing and introduce you to everyone, offered to buy you something to eat whenever you forgot to bring lunch, and the type of guy to bring everyone who was scheduled with him a drink from Starbucks.

He was everyone’s work crush, including yours.

Until he cheated on you.

“It was good,” he grinned at you, “I missed my grandparents and the rest of my family, so it was nice to see them again. But the weather here is much better than back home.”

“I’m glad you got to see them!” you said with a tone that was obvious you felt anything but glad for him.

As you were thinking about how to somehow get out of this conversation while not getting scolded by your manager for abandoning your task, Jaehyun was busy looking you up and down. The summer had definitely done you good, even if you had spent most of it at work. It hadn’t been that long since he last saw you but your skin was glowing and sun-kissed, even more than usual. There was also definitely much more ass in your jeans than from what he remembers. You already had a nice one to begin with, something he took note of whenever you climbed up the ladder to get a box of shoes too high for you in the backroom.

He remembered when you first walked into Foot Locker for an interview. It was nearly impossible not to notice you. You walked into any room and instantly commanded the attention of everyone within your vicinity. With your sun-kissed glowing skin and a gleaming smile, you had everyone watching you all the time.

The funny part was that you barely even noticed it.

Jaehyun knew of you before you had even submitted an application. Of course he knew of the pretty psychology student who nearly always got the top scores and didn’t have a stick up their ass for it. You were always willing to lend a helping hand and had the patience to explain theories and concepts for hours to someone who didn’t have a clue.

Don’t get him wrong, you were far from a pushover, and more often than not he would overhear you tell classmates the many ways you would shove a textbook up their ass if they tried to copy off you or didn’t at least try to put in an effort.

It was evident that you weren’t a pushover or afraid to ask for what you wanted. You just took a while to warm up to people and let them in close enough to see the bratty side of you.

He was lucky enough to be one of those you let in, but he had to go and fuck it all up.

Jaehyun tried again, “So, how was your summer?”

You didn’t have the time or energy for this shit. “Jaehyun,” you said sharply. “I’ve been incredibly stressed with trying to juggle my summer class, work, and social life if you’re that desperate to know. I don’t need--”

Jaehyun cut you off, “_____, I’m sorry. I just want to talk to you and explain, please.”

Conversation with Jaehyun once came as natural as breathing to you. There used to be a time where he could ask the world from you and you would do anything to give it to him. He was the person you looked forward to seeing the most, the one you wanted to see right when you woke up and before you fell asleep. And at one point he was.

You were never blind to how attractive he is. Jaehyun, with the sweet smile and tall, lean build was the kind of guy who could get people to stop and stare whenever he walked by. Hell, you had seen it happen nearly every time the both of you went walking to the food court.

After all, he was Jung Jaehyun, a university basketball player.

Which was just a kind way to say he was a fuckboy.

To make it even worse, he was a fucking frat boy. Which meant he had a reputation of sleeping his way through campus.

When he was the one to ask you out first, you had told yourself that it was just a way for him to get into your bed. After the second, third, and fourth date, you still mistook his advances as him trying to be kind to you before he hit it and quit. It was a month into the dates that he asked you to be his girlfriend. Even then, you were very cautious at the beginning of your relationship. You had dealt with your fair share of playboys like Jaehyun and weren’t afraid to bust their balls.

You actually enjoyed knocking men down a peg or two.

But Jaehyun was nothing if not persistent. He made an effort to spend as much time with you as possible and get to know you on an intimate level. The constant sleepovers at your place and late-night talks had both of you falling in love, fast and hard.

To this day, you still didn’t know why he cheated on you.

Jaehyun interrupted your thoughts, “_____?”

You shook your thoughts away, “Yeah?”

“I asked if you had any plans for the last week of summer?”

You sighed, “Look, Jaehun. I’m just exhausted thinking about the semester starting. But I’m trying to distract myself from thinking about school and worry about my social life instead. So yes, I do have plans to go out and yes, it is to the same party your frat is hosting. But I’m not going for you, so do not approach me or talk to me. Don’t even look at me. I have bigger things to worry about and I do not want to deal with the stupid questions from your stupid friends.

“Like what?”

“Like what, what?”

Jaehyun scrunched his face in confusion, “You said you had bigger things to worry about. Is everything okay? Are your brothers good?”

As much as you hated to admit it, your heart fluttered. Jaehyun knew how much you cared about your younger brothers. He loved them just as much as you and liked going with you whenever you visited home, “Well yes but---”

“That’s good,” Jaehyun lets out a breath. “Look _____, I know you don’t owe me anything. I know I fucked up real bad, but please let me just explain everything. I want you to know what happened. I valued our relationship above everything and it meant the world to me. I know it might not have looked like it but--”

You snorted. Good for him, he’s self-aware.

Jaehyun flushed at your laugh. He deserved it but tried again “_____, please---”

Every sad look he sent you was sending you over the edge. Who did he think you were? You weren’t the type to let people step all over you like regardless of what Jaehyun thought. As mildly insulted as you felt over how little he thought of you, you didn’t have the type to tear a new one into him. You had shit to do or else your manager would be pissed.

“Jaehyun, I can’t do this.”

“_____, what---”

“_____.” Jumping at the sudden mention of your name, you had failed to notice a tall figure standing only feet away from Jaehyun during the conversation between the two of you.

“Xuxi,” you breathed out.

Jaehyun frowned, “Xuxi?”

“Xuxi,” the man himself said. Xuxi was staring at you with something dark, something that made you tense up and on edge for what his next move would be. He had been sent to the back to clock in and help you out with inventory when he noticed that the door was left slightly open. Xuxi had stopped when he heard Jaehyun’s voice and the exasperated tone in your voice.

When Xuxi realized Jaehyun was the one in there with you, he felt that ugly jealous feeling crawl up his chest. He didn’t want to closely examine why it was there. You weren’t his. The two of you hadn’t been close enough for him to consider you as his, but he still didn’t like the idea of you being stuck in a room with Jaehyun.

Xuxi didn’t want to harbor any ill feelings towards Jaehyun; he was his frat brother and Xuxi never had an issue with him. He already owed Jaehyun one for getting him a job here but after finding out what went down between the two of you, he lost respect for Jaehyun.

Xuxi was self-aware that he wasn’t the most romantic guy on campus nor was he the type to go steady with someone, but he would never string a girl along or cheat on her. He respected them enough to be upfront from the beginning of what he wanted and wouldn’t harbor any ill feelings if they refused to sleep with him afterward. He tried to be gentle with everyone who ever tried to pursue something serious with him.

It wasn’t well known across campus that Jaehyun and you were a couple, which confused him at first. He didn’t know why both of you kept it under wraps. If he was dating you, he’d make sure to broadcast out to the entire city. You were one of the sweetest girls he’s ever met. You weren’t stuck up or mean to anyone. He didn’t think you were aware of it, but you and he were in the same department. While you were in the Child Studies department only for a minor, he had it for his major so he spent quite a bit of time in the building. Xuxi would often see you helping out underclassmen who were very clearly overwhelmed, sharing your notes to classmates, and talking to the professors as if they were your friends. He liked seeing you brighten up the department every time you walked in.

To add the cherry on top, you were stunning. Immediately a heat curled up in his stomach when he thought about how good you looked. God, he would’ve been blind to not see how utterly gorgeous you were. Those long, toned legs and pouty lips had him captivated since day one. As well as those big, wide doe eyes of yours that gave you an innocent look when he knew you were the complete opposite.

“Hey man, how were the new soccer recruits? I swear the only times I’ve seen you in the house were when you came back tired and hungry,” Jaehyun laughed, oblivious to the growing tension in the room.

The two of you broke eye contact as Jaehyun went to give Xuxi that stupid one-armed hug boys do. You felt your entire face flush and looked at the floor while you wallowed in the embarrassment of knowing Xuxi knew you and Jaehyun had a messy breakup.

You went back to counting shoes or at least pretending to. Frankly, you had no idea what the hell it was that you were doing before Jaehyun walked in, but you were damned sure that was the last time you opened your fat mouth like that ever again at work.

“_____, you miss me?” Xuxi said.

What.

The hell is he saying, you thought.

Bracing yourself, you turned around to face him. They had moved closer to the wall with Xuxi leaning against it like he owned the damn place.

“Um. Yes,” you blinked.

Xuxi smirked at you and walked up to you. You tensed up and subconsciously held your breath for whatever his next move would be.

“C'mon don’t be like that, baby, “Xuxi said. He walked up to you and put an arm around your shoulders, “I missed you. Thought about you every time Coach let me take a break.”

You flushed at the endearment but made no move to refuse his arm. Or correct him. You had no clue what he was playing at but a guy as hot as Xuxi was calling you baby, so you didn’t have an issue with it.

You scowled up at him, “Shut up, lying ass. I heard your Coach rarely ever gives you guys breaks. Last time I heard the admin ladies talking about how some kid’s mom was threatening to sue.”

“Well that story is true,” he said grinning down at you, “but I’d never lie to you. Not to my favorite girl.”

You felt yourself blushing again at him calling you baby and for the way he was looking down at you. With him that close to you and looking down with that smile of his, you’ve never been more aware of how handsome Xuxi is.

“Oh, and Jaehyun? I heard Manager was looking for you out on the floor. Apparently, you’ve been gone for too long,” Xuxi said, giving him a smile that Jaehyun knew was strained.

Jaehyun clenched his jaw. He didn’t like the way you got all shy around Xuxi or the way your entire demeanor caused him to do a double-take. He’s seen you like this before.

It was the way you were when you used to be in love with him.

“You should get going, Jaehyun. The manager isn’t in a really good mood today. She gave me an attitude for not having the size some kid wanted. Does she not know by now that we always sell the Converses early?” you said. You rolled your eyes and continued ranting, blissfully unaware of the tension growing between the two boys.

Jaehyun saw Xuxi’s hand almost brushing your breast and could tell you either had no clue, or used to it by now.

“Yeah Jaehyun, better hurry,” Xuxi said innocently.

“Fine. But, _____,” Jaehyun walked up to you with a determined look on his face. He grabbed your wrist and gently yanked you out from under Xuxi. “I just want to talk to you. Give me just one opportunity and you’ll never see me again, okay? You already know about the party at Theta Chi. Promise me you’ll go?”

You nod. You were staring at him with a flustered look that made his heart ache.

Jaehyun leaned down to whisper, “Go look for me there, okay? Just one last time, please.”

His lips brushed against your ear before he quickly walked away. You were left stumbling for the words to reply with when he just left.

What the hell was that?

Clearing your throat, you turned around to face Xuxi who was leaning against the wall, again. This time though he had his arms crossed and was staring at the door Jaehyun exited out of. When he heard you, he directed his blank gaze to you.

There was a brief silence that felt oddly tense to you.

What the fuck was this kid’s problem, you thought.

You raised an eyebrow at him when it was clear he was just going to stare at you with a bitchy face and that made you on edge. Especially since you didn’t put in an effort to look good today

“What?,” you snapped, “Do I have something on my face?”

He didn’t reply to you right away. He searched your face for a bit until he pushed himself off the wall and walked up to you.

One of his hands comes up to your chin and grabs it gently, forcing you to look up at him. Your breath immediately stilled at his touch. His hands were so warm and so big that you were willing to bet they were bigger than your face. You tried to distract yourself with that thought so you wouldn’t focus on how insanely gorgeous he was up close, but that didn’t settle well with him.

He squeezed you so gently that you almost didn’t feel it, but you did.

When you met his gaze, he finally spoke.

“You good?” he asked. You could feel his breath tickle your lips. You were so captivated by his own lips being that close to yours that you didn’t answer until he squeezed you again. You nodded as a reply, too dazed to actually talk.

He gave you a grin and continued, “Don’t look for Jaehyun, okay? I got you. Whatever it is you need or want, I got you for it. Not him.”

You stared up at him with a surprised and innocent look on his face that only served to make him want to wreck you.

Xuxi still had a grip on you, “Good girl. I’ll come looking for you. You don’t need to go after anyone. I’ll do it. You understand me, right? You get what I’m saying?”

You avert your gaze as the words he said made you feel things that far too inappropriate for the workplace.

It had been so long for you, evident in the sudden dampness you felt between your legs that came right after he called you a good girl.

“That’s good. Of course my girl understands, you always do so good in everything. Now I’m gonna go back out there and do my job. Remember what I said, okay?”

Xuxi lets you go but of course he doesn’t do it simply. Of course he doesn’t. Simple isn’t in this man’s vocabulary. This man just had to call you a good girl and his girl in the fucking storage room at work. He just had to drag his hand down and let it trace the hollows of your throat first before stepping back and walking away from you.

You let all the tensions you didn’t know you had out of your body as you sink into the only chair there is. You don’t think about what could happen at work that much, or at all really, but you for sure never saw Huang Xuxi making you wet while on the job.

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btw the xuxi in this is xuxi during the beginning of super m promos... u know... with the nice glowing brown skin and light brown hair.... whew...

#lucas x reader #wayv x reader #wayv x you

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feverish | namjoon | m

snippet: your crew was called to deal with a forest fire nearby. what you didn’t expect to find was a man, desperately needing your help. once you save him, he has a special way of thanking you for your kindness...oh...and he’s not really a man after all...

pairing: kim namjoon x female reader, ft. choi hansol (vernon)

genre: pwp/smut

au: fantasy, hamadryad namjoon, firefighter reader

word count: 6.3k

warnings: forest fire, mentions of charred trees, mentions of smoke inhalation, mentions of burns/blisters, hansol flirts with y/n and she ain’t having it, Namjoon briefly passes out

sexual warnings: choking, breath play, riding, public sex, licking, hair pulling, spanking, cum play, cream pie, unprotected sex (oops), there’s like...slight? impreg kink? if you squint? baby girl is said like...once idk, dirty talk, grinding, fingering, Namjoon straight up asks for consent, power struggle, reader and namjoon try to dom each other, unwanted flirting from hansol who gets a visual boner by being in y/n’s presence

a/n: this fic is in the same universe built in mea culpa

When the sound of the siren blares, there's no time to think, just get up and go. Almost everyone on your squad has a story of a time when the siren went off and they didn't wake up until they had half of their gear on or they were already in the truck on their way to the distressed site. Being a firefighter isn't just a job to you or to your squad. It's a lifestyle.

Amazingly enough, today you don't wake up to the hellish blaring of the fire alarm. You rise from your bunk slowly, stretching your arms out until you hear a satisfying crack from your spine. The beds at the station aren’t anywhere near five star hotel status, but they’re a hell of a lot better than the bean bag like mattress you have back in your apartment.

Sunlight sprinkles in through your window and a couple of birds dance around each other before disappearing to the trees.

You grab your work pants, yawning as you tuck in your white tank top. You don't bother with your coat just yet. It's unnaturally hot in the station this morning and you debate on whether or not you should take a quick shower before there's any possible action. Based on the sluggishness of the rest of your squad as they wake up, they're all hoping for a relaxing day with zero fires as well.

But you got your hopes up too soon. Right as you're about to grab your towel and hit the showers, that stupid fire alarm goes off.

"Just one day," you moan over the noise as you grip the silver fire pole and swiftly slide down. "I just want one easy day."

"You're acting like a real rookie, Y/N." Your coworker Hansol laughs and pats your back as you head out into the truck garage. You scowl at him as you slug on your coat and grab your helmet and pack.

"Forest fire! Forest fire!" Everyone whoops and hollers as they climb into the firetruck. Where they got their sudden burst of energy? You'll never know.

"Don't sound too excited now." You yawn again as you hoist yourself up and sit down on the left side facing the back of the truck.

"Damn, Y/N, why the moodiness?" One of your squadmates laughs as he jumps onto the back of the truck, hanging onto a small metal hand rail as he peeps over the top to look at you. Everyone always thinks standing and hanging onto the back is the best place to be, but you’ve always been afraid of being thrown off into the street.

"It's hot. I feel sticky. And now we're going to get more hot and sticky and I would just like to be completely clean for one full day." You take off your helmet and set it in your lap and close your eyes, resting your hand on the side of your cheek.

The truck rumbles alive right as your squad mates mutter something under their breath, making the other guys roar with laughter.

You groan, refusing to open your eyes. "I swear if one of you just made a gross joke about being hot and sticky I'm going to throw you off this truck."

Some of them continue to snicker as you open your eyes, daydreaming of all the ways you could cause them harm for being dumbass men. Hosing them down with the firetruck hose seems to be the most promising of choices is what you decide on as the truck speeds out of the city.

Pulling up to the forest kicks you right into action. While putting on your helmet and oxygen mask, you quickly look around to your squad mates to make sure they're doing the same. The firetruck parks by a fire hydrant in the parking lot leading into the forest. The heat is overwhelming as you jump down from the truck, feet hitting the gravel hard. You've only been to this forest a few times since you moved to the city almost two years ago. You always said you'd come back to enjoy the peaceful trails or maybe find a nice tree to rest on and read a nice book. Work has definitely been making it more and more difficult. There's been an overwhelming increase in fires, so much so that you and the rest of your crew sleeps at the station in rotating shifts just so there's always a squad ready to dispatch.

The flames roar higher than the treetops, completely demolishing what is left of the trees at the start of the once luscious forest.

But you can't think of that now. It's time to get to work.

Your squad captain shouts commands that has your whole squad scurrying about like ants. You quickly move with them, calming your mind as you move to your spot at the nozzle on one of the hoses.

“How did this fire get this bad?” Hansol whispers.

You let out a long sigh, tightening your grip on the hose. “I don’t know. I heard that some teenagers from Graham City were camping out here, ya know, to get freaky or whatever. Abandoned their fires and just didn’t think twice about it.”

Your other coworker swears under his breath and shakes his head. “I know they’re teenagers and all but this just isn’t normal. This kind of stuff just doesn’t happen around here.”

“I know. Let's just work quickly and hope we'll be able to save as much as we can."

"LET 'ER RIP!" Your captain yells out.

You brace for impact, holding tightly to the handle as the water surges forward.

Hours go by and your unit continues to fight until every last orange flame turns into gray smoke.

"Well done team!" Your captain booms through his oxygen mask. "Just some final cleanup is left. Y/N, you and Hansol go on up and around to the fire line and make sure everything is put out."

"Aye, aye, captain," you grumble. Your forearms are burning from holding the hose for so long, but you still manage to sling your rucksack over your shoulder. Your breath feels hot against your mouth as you breathe through the oxygen mask. If it was up to you, you would rather suffer the smoke than breathe through these things ever again. But you like the job and, to keep it, you have to follow the protocall.

"Cmon, peabrain." You march away into the thicket without checking to see if he's following you.

"You can't keep calling me that!" He whines. The thundering of his footsteps make you chuckle to yourself.

"Why?” You turn around and face him. He stops running and puts his hands on his knees, wheezing slightly as he avoids your eyes. “Or else no one’s going to believe that you got a perfect score on all the entry exams? Oh darn. How awful."

"Damn you sure are going through it today, aren't you?" He stands up straight and takes off his oxygen mask so you can see his deep seated frown. “You’re usually not this mean.”

"I'm just tired." You admit, feeling slightly bad for taking your frustrations out on him. You remove your oxygen mask as well, enjoying the burn of the smoke that reaches your nostrils. You continue to walk together, looking left and right to make sure no small flames are fighting against the odds. "And I really want to get this over with so I can go home and take a long shower."

"You seriously need to get laid or something. It's pretty isolated up here-"

"Okay now you're overstepping." You interrupt. Your remorse on making fun of him vanishes and now you’re starting to think you weren’t harsh enough...

"I wasn't suggesting me! I'm just saying!"

You turn back once more to look at him. You look him up and down and cock an eyebrow at him. "The blush on your cheeks and the tent in your pants says otherwise."

You walk on in silence for a few more feet before stopping, your back facing your coworker.

"Listen, Han, I think I just need to be alone. I'll take the high ground, you circle back towards the parking lot, okay? I'll forget about what you said as long as you get that idea out of your head for good. I think this heat is just messing with all of our heads and we’re saying things we don’t really mean."

He silently nods, clearly not going to argue after embarrassing himself as badly as he did.

Ironically, with all the smoke swirling around you, you feel like you can breathe a little easier as he walks away.

You continue to follow the fire line, everything looking as okay as it could be. No brush has caught new flames, the tops of the trees may look like chimneys at this point, but still no signs of orange flickers about.

Trudging on, you come across a clearing in the woods. Bright sunlight shines through the trees and makes the blades of grass sparkle like green emeralds. You’re happy to see the fire hasn’t damaged the whole forest, but that's not what catches your eyes.

There's something leaning against a giant oak tree on the other side of the field. You squint your eyes as best as you can and your stomach drops.

It's a man.

You run across the clearing, the weight of your pack hitting against your spine in a way you're going to regret later. Your mask bounces off of your chest and hits your chin a couple of times as well. It all doesn’t matter though. All you’re focused on is him.

As you get closer, you see more details of this man. His hair is as white as sunlight, his skin littered with burns. His cheeks and the tip of his nose are beginning to blister. He coughs deep from within his chest as he hugs himself, nearly doubling over from the intensity of his coughing. The clearing, which you thought was safe from the outburst of the flames, turns out to be at the actual edge of the fire line. What you thought was sunlight cascading down onto the sparkling grass is actually smoke falling from the treetops. There doesn’t appear to be any actual fire blazing on, but the smoke alone is enough for concern.

Finally, you come crashing to your knees as you reach his side. You take your oxygen mask and pull it over your head and put it over the man’s face. He takes a few ragged breaths, but it seems the oxygen mask is helping.

"Sir! I need to get you out of here it's too dangerous!" The croakiness of your voice does no help in trying to maintain a calm and collected manner. In all your two years of training and in all the fires you’ve put out, you’ve never actually had to rescue anyone before.

"Save...the tree..." He coughs again, pushing your oxygen mask away from his mouth. You put it back on yourself and take a look at the oak tree he's leaning against. A few branches flicker with small flames. You waste no time and swing your pack off of your shoulders, unhooking your travel fire extinguisher from its clip on the side. You move quickly to the other side of the tall oak to get a better shot at the flames and, to your horror, you see the other side of what should be a strong firm oak tree is now charred and ruined. The black bark looks as if it would disintegrate in your hands if you were to touch it. Your momentary pause ends as you unleash the foam from its canister, putting the flames to rest for good. You spray the foam on the rest of the bark to prevent any other surprises.

You move back to the stranger, surprised to see him sitting up straighter and some color returning to his face.

You kneel beside him once more and take off your helmet and oxygen mask again.

"Whoa," the stranger marvels, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. "Am I in heaven?"

"Shut up. That line is old," malice drips off your tongue but your lips betray you as you smile at the man. He didn't say it in a gross way like every other man has done. For a moment, you think he believed what he said...and delirium is a definite sign of smoke inhalation.

"We need to get you out of here. I'm a Daemur City Firefighter. I can escort you back down the hill where my team is waiting. We can get you the medical treatment you need." You reach your hand out to him and wait for him to take it.

The stranger looks at your hand and instead of taking it, he smiles. "You saved the tree. That's all the medical attention I'll need."

You raise an eyebrow, confused by his statement. "No, really. You need to see a doctor. You've inhaled a lot of smoke. And those burns on your face and arms really need to be attended to."

"I'm not coughing anymore, am I?" He smirks.

He’s right. He’s not coughing anymore. In fact, he’s breathing just fine, as if there wasn’t smoke surrounding the two of you. This doesn't make any sense. How can a man who was clearly in serious danger suddenly appear healthy and normal?

"I'm still weak!" He rushes. "But I'm feeling a lot better, really."

All of a sudden, the ground beneath you seems to tilt. You feel dizzy and your heart is definitely beating faster than it was a second ago. Gasping out loud, you feel this burning deep within your chest, this sudden want, no, need for something only this stranger can give you. Everything around you seems to blur, the only real clarity being the man against the tree.

"I can make you feel better." You clasp your hands firmly over your mouth, but the words can't be taken back. You don't know what came over you. Those words sounded more seductive than how you would normally talk in the bedroom with a trusted partner let alone a complete stranger.

"I think I'm the one who should be trying to make you feel better. After all, you did save my life." His eyes skim up and down your body. Instead of feeling disgusted, you feel extremely turned on. It's as if he's undressing you slowly with his eyes. You stare at his plush lips, completely in awe of the way his tongue pokes out and glides across his top lip. Arousal floods your body as your nipples harden and the urge to rub your thighs together appears.

“How can I repay you?” he says, his voice dropping to a deliciously low octave. He groans as he tries to sit up straighter. You place a firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him back against the tree. The stranger’s eyes widen as you swiftly straddle him, careful not to put too much weight on his body. Is that surprise or pain in his eyes? For a moment, you feel yourself parting from this sexual trance...until you feel his cock twitch beneath you.

You grind your hips downward, the friction euphoric against your clothed clit. The man groans and reaches out, suddenly grasping your neck.

His eyes shoot open, confusion pooling into his eyes. His grip loosens on your throat as he starts stammering, “I’m sorry I don’t know where that came from I’m-”

“If you don’t keep your hand on my neck I swear I’m going to punish you in a way you’ve never been punished before.”

How it’s possible, who knows, but his eyes widen even more. The shock is gone in a split second though as his pupils dilate. Smirking, he tightens his grip on your throat making you gasp at the lack of oxygen.

“Pretty little firefighter wants to be in control, does she?” he snarls, a newfound strength coming over him as he leans forward, your legs still straddled against his waist. With one hand on your back and the other still on your throat, he lowers you onto the ground. You can't seem to still the excitement from your beating heart, but your determination grows stronger.

"I think it's time you relinquish that control you seem to hold oh so tightly onto." His voice is thicker than melted chocolate and all you want to do is to dive right in. The hand that was once gripping your neck moves down, his fingers lightly caressing your collar bone. Your skin tingles where his fingers once were and it's driving you absolutely insane to feel his hardened member against your clit, yet he refuses to touch you.

"My name is Namjoon." He reaches for the zipper of your coat and in an agonizingly slow motion, pulls it down to reveal your white tank top.

"Y/N," you sigh in response.

"Oh, so pretty, Y/N," Namjoon murmurs as he looks over your body. Your chest rises high with your breathing and it feels like the world will be set a blaze if this man doesn't touch you right. now.

Using all of your body weight, you push against Namjoon until he's the one with his back on the ground and you're towering over him.

"Let me ride you." You demand.

Before you can blink, Namjoon has you pinned on the ground once again.

"I don't think so. After all, it's me who needs to repay you."

"I saved you, I think I get to pick."

"Doesn't work like that." He's gripping one of your shoulders, his arm laying across your chest holding you down. Namjoon grinds his hips downward causing you to groan as you feel his length against your crotch. Devilishly grinning, Namjoon does the motion again and then trails his hand down your abdomen, halting at the lining of your pants.

Namjoon leans in close to your ear, his lips softly brushing over the edge of your ear as he murmurs, "Is this okay?"

"Touch me now before I go insane."

Satisfied with your answer, his fingers push past the waist of your pants, his fingers lingering over your lips above your panties.

Just when you're about to whine to him, Namjoon presses his fingers firmly over your nub. Your hips buck forward in response, resulting in a deep giggle from Namjoon.

"I can feel how wet you are through your panties. You really do need my help, don't you?" His voice grumbles so lowly you can feel it in your chest; you whine, moving your lower half to relieve the built up want that's flooding your body.

The vein in Namjoon's neck tauntingly bulges out as he continues to tease you. There’s something about this vein that calls to you, urges you to give in. Licking your lips, you dive right in and sink your teeth right above the vein.

"Oh, fuck," Namjoon moans, his fingers digging into your shoulder, surely leaving marks.

You release yourself from his neck and lick a long stripe over the spot you bit him. His skin reddens, tiny teeth marks dented into his flesh. Namjoon shakes above you, his eyes close as you continue to work on his neck.

Suddenly, Namjoon gets off of you; the absence of his fingers on your clit makes you agonize on the ground. But you don't get to be in agony for long. Namjoon swiftly undoes the buttons of your pants, proceeding to grab the material at your ankles and tugging them off to expose you.

"Take your shirt off, now," growling, he gets down on his elbows and spreads your legs open for him to see.

You use your upper body to sit up in a crunch formation, taking the ends of your tank top in your hands and pulling it over your head. You expect to see Namjoon ogle at your breasts like every other man has done, instead, he's focused solely on your panties.

"You're soaked," he observes, a low growl hides behind his words. Before you can respond, he's pushing your panties aside and moves one finger inside you.

"Oh!" You moan and clench around his finger.

"So, so wet." Namjoon is clearly lost in thought, his face trance like as he moves his finger in a circle before curling it to touch your sweet spot. As he continues this movement, he takes his thumb and rubs gentle circles over your clit, making you squirm underneath him.

You reach up and weave your fingers through his hair and pull as you moan out his name. Everything feels so good...but it's not enough.

You move your body backwards and away from Namjoon.

"Lay on your back." You inhale slowly, trying to maintain your composure. Namjoon does as he's told and waits patiently for further instructions.

"Such a good boy," you praise as you remove your panties, finally fully naked in front of the man you've just met. "Now, take off your clothes."

You marvel at the way he moves: his arms swim through the air as he removes his shirt first. Drool practically spills from your mouth when you see his pecs and the way they flex as he discards his shirt onto the ground.

Diligently, he moves to his pants, looking at you as he slides them off of his waist and down to his ankles. His cock springs out, smacking against his stomach. Veins run rampant along his shaft and all you want is to feel every inch of him inside of you.

Namjoon drops his gaze from your eyes and skims your body, biting his lip as he grabs his length, giving himself a few pumps that cause his stomach to tighten from the sensitivity.

"Are you just going to watch me or are you going to come over here and take a seat?" His whole upper body flexes as he uses one hand to continue to pump himself, the other hand rubbing circles around his tip.

"I could watch you touch yourself all day." You feel drunk as you walk over to him, nearly tripping as you straddle him. The tip of his cock teases your folds, making you clench around nothing. You grip his shoulders and curl your back slightly. "But I want you inside me more than anything else."

"Fuck," Namjoon grumbles and takes his tip and positions himself near your entrance. You slowly sit back, feeling the girth of him expanding your walls, filling you up deliciously.

A sinful whine leaves your lips as he bottoms out in you, your walls finally able to clench around something. He twitches inside of you, accidentally bumping your sweet spot.

"Please move," he begs. Gripping your waist tightly with his hands he doesn't wait for your response. He guides your hips back and forth, pulling you up slightly at the same time.

There's a magical feeling to being used this way and you almost let him continue. Almost.

You move your hands onto his chest, feeling how firm his muscles are beneath you.

Starting your own pace, you push your weight further onto his body. Namjoon quickly complies and relaxes his arms so that they fall on your thighs.

You move at your own pace completely without Namjoon's help. The more you accelerate your speed, the more distressed Namjoon becomes.

"Oh...yeah-fuck! Just like that!" He cries out. Watching him writhe underneath you is a newfound type of drug for you. You continue to swivel your hips, taking one hand and leaning back until you're braced against his thigh for leverage.

Namjoon's moans are loud and sinful; for a brief moment you remember that you came here with a group of twenty or so other men who could one hundred percent come up to this clearing to look for you at any given moment.

This thought only fuels you on.

Namjoon shifts his weight under you and reaches forward to rub your clit. The second his fingers come in contact with your bundle of nerves you're seeing stars. White light sprinkles across your vision as warmth runs through your stomach and down to your heat.

You've never been able to come while being on top before. Relinquishing all control, you give in. Your nails dig into his skin as you slide your hand down over his bicep, just barely missing his nipple as you reach his ribs.

"Fuck!" You scream, your body trembling as you ride out your high. You feel your walls tighten around Namjoon and you've never experienced overstimulation like this.

At least, you thought you hadn't.

Namjoon takes you coming as his opportunity to switch things up. He rolls you onto your side and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. The cold air makes you tremble more, but you don't have to worry about that for very long. Namjoon pushes himself back into you and your eyes widen with the feeling of this new position. He starts to slowly thrust into you and each time he bottoms out he hits your sweet spot.

"I think you can handle a bit more." He smirks and picks up his speed.

"Oh my god keep going," you moan, gripping your own thigh for support. His thrusts increase in speed and power and not long after your first orgasm you feel that heat returning to your stomach.

"Aw don't tell me you're about to come again already?" Namjoon teases. "I would hate to have to punish you for coming twice without me."

"I thought you said this was you repaying me for saving your life," you pant in broken whines. You bite your bottom lip to try to center your mind, trying desperately not to come again.

"Look at you, completely losing it over my cock. No one has ever fucked you like this, hmm? No one has been able to make you come twice in under five minutes? What a shame. You should see what I'd do to you at full strength cause baby girl I don't think you'd survive."

Right as he says survive, he thrusts harder than he has before and holds his position inside you. Whether you come from that motion or from his words alone, you're not sure. All you know is that this man is truly a blessing and a curse.

Namjoon helps you ride out your high by rolling his hips as he remains deep inside you.

When you're finally coming down, Namjoon leans down until his face is right above yours. You don't even care that the stretch of your leg is burning, nearly cramping. You stare into Namjoon's eyes as he breathes heavily with you. A drop of sweat rolls off the tip of his nose and lands on your cheek.

You try to think of something to say, anything to fill the silence. Should you offer to jack him off? No you're not in high school anymore. Maybe suck him off? You're not sure what else you can do to help him get to completion. You're about to blurt something out when he moves downward, pulling himself out of you in the process.

"Did you finish?" You wonder and sit up to look at him.

He smirks at you, giving you that uh oh feeling deep within your chest.

"Oh no...not yet," he says coyly. "Don't forget about the warning I gave you earlier." He waits patiently for you to remember what he's talking about.

"Oh...!" Your eyes widen and you try to swallow the ever growing lump forming in your throat. "I came without you."

"Twice," Namjoon seethes.

You try swallowing once more resulting in a loud gulping sound that makes you cringe at yourself.

Wordlessly, Namjoon lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist before pressing your back against the oak tree. As soon as your skin hits the bark, Namjoon lets out a high pitch gasp of arousal. The bark feels oddly soft against your skin and doesn't scratch you when Namjoon adjust your height.

Satisfied, Namjoon lowers you down until you feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds once more. You brace for impact, totally preparing for the stretch that’s about to come, hoping that you can ignore the screaming overstimulation.

But instead of fully entering you, he only inserts the tip of his cock before pulling back out.

You try to clench around him as he continues to tease you.

Now, instead of just going in and out, Namjoon rocks his hips into you slowly so that he just barely touches that sweet spot inside you. But before you get the chance to enjoy the feeling, he quickly pulls back out, pauses for a few seconds, and repeats the motion.

“Are you going to be a good boy and come for me? Hm?” you say soft and slow. His eyes dart up towards you quickly, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to remain focused.

“Please come for me, Namjoon!” You wail, grasping at the ends of his hair at the back of his neck to make him look into your eyes. “I came for you twice. All I want is to feel you come inside me. Fill me up like the way I know you want to.”

“Oh, I’m going to fill you up, that’s for sure,” he grunts and smacks your ass hard. You yelp, the stinging from his hand rippling throughout your entire body.

Unable to maintain his impeccable control, Namjoon thrusts deeply into you, mercilessly pounding you against the tree.

"Oh, fuck, shit!" Namjoon curses as his hips stutter. You cling onto his neck with every last bit of strength you have left in you as he spurts out ropes of come deep into your cunt. You quietly whisper words of encouragement into his ear as Namjoon continues to breathe hard with his chest. After collecting himself, he squats down with you still attached to him, then he masterly lowers you onto your back and onto the ground.

"Don't even think about standing up," he commands. "In my culture, all seeds are sacred, so you'll do your best to keep mine inside of you."

You nod your head fiercely, pulling your knees up to leverage your waist slightly off the ground.

Namjoon lowers his face down to your private area and, despite it all, you feel your cheeks warm as he stares at you.

"Ah, ah!" he tsks. "Some is already coming out." He puckers his lips and softly blows cold air onto your pussy, making the hairs all over your body stand straight up, a chill running deep down your spine. It takes everything in you to resist the urge to clamp your legs shut. His breath feels like fire against your sensitive clit. As if you could take anymore, Namjoon takes his index finger and swirls it around the leaking cum, coating his fingers in his own fluids before shoving them into your cunt.

"You stay there while I get dressed. Don't let a single drop get out." He points a finger quickly at you before gathering up his clothes from the ground. He dresses quickly, your mind is still whirling from all the sex as you watch him do so.

Namjoon is gathering your clothes when you suddenly feel a little pinprick in the back of your mind, like a quick notification that disappears just as quickly as it arrives. It’s like the voice in your head is trying to tell you something, remind you of something.

You hug your knees tighter, feeling dizzy as you try to think. What were you doing a couple hours ago? How did you get here?

Namjoon walks over to you with your clothes in his hands. He sits down next to you and wordlessly helps you get dressed.

Taking your hands, Namjoon helps you stand up and pulls you into a tight bear hug. You close your eyes and relish in the feeling of the warmth of his neck against your cheek. Opening your eyes, you look out your heart drops into your stomach; smoke continues to rise up from the treetops and into the blue sky. What was once a thriving green forest is now a black charred graveyard.

I was here to save this. I was here to save him.

You lean back so that you’re face to face with the man who’s cum is dribbling down your thigh. The dizziness you were feeling before evaporates from your body and clarity replaces it.

As you look into Namjoon's eyes, the light behind his pupils dims and his iris's start to roll back in his head.

"Namjoon?" You place your palm against his cheek. Flinching moments after you touch his skin, you're concerned with how warm and clammy he feels.

"I think I need to lie down..." Namjoon murmurs before collapsing onto the ground.

"Namjoon!" You scream and dive to catch his head as he falls.You manage to place your hands under his head just in time, using your thighs to cushion the fall as you land in a sitting position.

You delicately lower his head onto the grass and sprint to your pack and pull out your radio.

"This is Y/N! I need backup! There's a hurt man at the fire line! Send backup! Over!" You look over at Namjoon, the burns on his skin appear to be throbbing and angry as he sleeps against the oak tree. He looks so peaceful.

Guilt overwhelms you and you can't help but feel like you have failed as a firefighter. This is not something you would have ever done on any platform, but it's not something you regret. You look at Namjoon one more time and feel peaceful as his words ring through your mind.

"You saved my life and for that, I will forever be grateful. Thank you."

"Y/N? Where are you?" You hear Hansol's voice from beyond the smoke.

"Over here! In the clearing!" You cup your hands over your mouth and yell.

Bodies finally take form of your squad mates, the smoke finally parting.

"He's over there," you point back to Namjoon without looking. "by the oak tree. He has some burns I think needs treatment and he's been exposed to this smoke for a long time."

Several men nod their heads and move past you.

Hansol takes off his oxygen mask and looks at you quizzically.

"Y/N?"

"I don't want to talk about what happened earlier, Han. Let's just forget it happened and go back to being friends."

"No, it's not that. It's just...Y/N there's no one by the tree."

You whirl around so fast your hair cascades against your face. Your team is standing by the oak tree looking and standing around confused.

"He was...he was right there...he was sleeping!" You mind is racing at a million miles a minute. You walk over to your squad leader and stand next to him.

"I swear he was here."

"I believe you," he says simply. After a moments pause, he looks up at the top of the tree. "Huh, well that's weird."

You join his gaze and gasp at what you see; the branches which were previously charred and crisped from the fire are now blooming with green leaves.

"How is that possible?" You ponder.

Your team starts to pack up and head back to the parking lot, eager to end their long day.

Hansol joins you in your walk back.

"How is this possible? He was there....but now there's leaves on the tree? I'm so confused." You continue to look behind you at the oak tree, hoping that Namjoon will reappear.

"Have you heard of dryads?" Hansol asks.

"A what?" You stare at him in confusion.

"Dryads! They're a type of forest nymph or something. I learned about it when I went to school in the city."

"I didn't go to school here," you pout.

"Ah, so you didn't get to grow up in the weird culture of this area."

What culture? You think to yourself. From what you've seen after living here for a year, things seem pretty normal?

"Seriously?" Hansol looks at you with wide eyes and laughs. "Has no one talked to you about why the places in this area are different? You haven't heard anything about Nerida Cove? Or Daemur? Not even Fleurys Forest?"

"I thought we were in Fleurys Forest." You grumble.

"Well...yes...but...okay I'll just say it. No one has talked to you about all the mythical creatures that live here?"

You stop walking and stare at Hansol for a moment before you start walking again.

"Nice try, peabrain. Like I'd ever fall for that."

"No I'm serious! You said that man was by the oak tree right? He was probably a Hamadryad! That would explain why he disappeared after you saved the tree! And the leaves!" Hansol is practically bouncing around you in excitement. Your thoughts ping pong around your brain the way your coworker is doing around you.

Magical creatures? There's no way.

You decide to look behind you one last time before the oak tree is fully out of view. You inhale sharply when one of the branches of the oak tree waves at you before going back into resting position.

There's just no way...

Is there?

The sun shines brightly through the treetops, kissing the skin on your neck and arms as you walk through the forest.

Up ahead is the clearing and you can't hold back the smile that teases on your lips. Clutching your book tighter in your arms, trying your best not to outright sprint towards the oak tree with excitement.

"Lets pick up where we left off, shall we?" You rest your back against the familiar bark, the grooves soothing against your muscles.

You open the book and as you begin to read the wind picks up around you, sending a beautiful array of red and orange leaves into the air.

𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

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Answer all the questions

well i have nothing to do so sure

1. What have you eaten today?

some toast for breakfast, leftovers for lunch, and some cereal for dinner

2. Who was your last kiss with? Was it pleasant?

never kissed anyone, don't really care about that

3. What color shoes did you last wear?

light grey sneakers

4. Who has made you laugh the hardest in the last week?

Jeremy did, when I was watching his Alien Isolation stream on monday

5. What is your favorite scent?

I love the smell freshly baked goods

6. What is your favorite season? Why?

I love fall. I just love the aesthetic of the season, and my favorite holiday is during fall. I would love to experience it one day

7. Can you do a handstand or cartwheel?

lol nope. I was barely able to do it as a kid. If I tried now i’m pretty sure i’ll break something.

8. What color are your nails?

the regular pink color? I don’t paint my nails

9. If you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be?

aw geez, uhhh idk maybe like a tiny star or something

10. What is something you find romantic?

i dont know romantic things

11. Are you happy?

12. Is there anything in particular making you happy or sad?

no not really

13. Dogs or Cats?

cats. i like dogs too, but sometimes they’re too much to deal with. i’m more comfortable being with cats

15. Which do you prefer:a museum, a night club, the forest or a library?

museum

15. What is your style?

my style is “im trying”

16. If you could be doing anything you like right now, what would it be?

stay up all night to catch up on videos

17. Are you in a relationship or single?

single babeyyyy

18. What makes you attracted to the person you like right now?

nothing, because im not attracted to anyone

19. If you could replace your partner/best friend with a celebrity of your choice, would you? Who with?

i dont like celebrities

20. Are you holding on to something you need to let go of? If so then what?

i’m pretty sure i’m holding on to a lot of stuff, but I can’t seem to remember anything specific. if this question means metaphorically, the answer still works

21. How did you celebrate last Halloween?

I went to a drive thru haunted house with my 2 friends, and after we got some taco bell and went to the beach to eat our food. we sat there for like 10 minutes before it started to rain on us

22. Have you recently made any big decisions?

nope. I try not to in general , I hate having to make any sort of big decision because I starting stressing

23. Were you ever in a school play?

I’ve always had stage fright so no

24. What movie would you use to describe your life?

uhhhh, I dont watch enough movies to pick one

25. Is there something you have dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?

oh there’s plenty of things that I've dreamed of doing, but I just can’t do it because of anxiety

26. Complete this sentence, “I wish I had someone with whom I could share…”

I dont like sharing

27. What are two things that irritate you about the same sex?

uhhh idk? maybe the whole makeup culture thing? but it’s not like it irritates me I just don’t get it. I can’t really think of a second thing

28. What are two things that irritate you about the opposite sex?

too much to list

29. What is the best thing that has happened to you this week?

fuck if i know

30. What is something that makes you sad when you think about it?

can’t think of anything rn

31. How long was your longest relationship?

never been in one

32. Have you ever been in love?

pretty sure I have not

33. Are you currently in love?

nope

34. Why did your last relationship end?

see question 31

35. What jewelry are you wearing right now, and where did you get it?

not wearing any atm. actually, I just don’t wear jewelry in general

36. When was the last time you cried and why?

I think it was last week? I don’t remember why, it was probably something stupid

37. Name someone pretty.

the anon that sent me this ask

38. What did you receive last Valentines Day?

oh! I got a few gifts from my bestie :)

39. Do you get jealous easily?

40. Have you ever been cheated on?

41. Do you trust your partner/best friend?

sure

42. Ever had detention?

no because I was a good bean in school

43. Would you rather live in the countryside or the city?

city. the countryside sounds nice, but just the thought of being out in the middle of nowhere especially at night makes me nervous

44. What do people call you?

by my name

45. What was the last book you read?

I do not remember. It’s been years since I’ve read a book

46. How big of a nerd/dork are you?

uhhh idk

47. What kind of music do you listen to?

anything that catches my fancy. I don’t really stick to one kind of genre

48. How tall are you?

my doctor said I’m allowed to say i’m 5′2

49. Do you like kids?

they’re alright. I can handle be around them for a bit, but I would never want to have any

50. Favorite fruits?

watermelon, starfruit, and tangerines

51. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?

jeans

52. What’s your earliest memory?

I was like 3-4, and I was at disney world with my family. I remember seeing a stage show of Bear in the Big Blue house, and I remember walking around ToonTown when it still existed

53. Ever had a poem or song written about you or to you?

i hope not

54. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind it

55. Do you have a collection of anything?

I used to collect seashells as a kid and I still have some of the collection somewhere in my closet. I wanna start a new collection of something but idk what

56. Do you save money or spend it?

i try to save it

57. What would your dream house be like?

something cozy and not too big, with a cat or 2

58. What top 5 things make you the angriest?

its 11pm at the time of answering this, i really can’t think of anything to fill a list rn

59. What top 5 things always brings a smile to your face?

see the previous question

60. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

save the dog. i hate my job anyways so I don’t care

61. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

I would definitely tell my closest friends, and some of my family members, probably my mom’s side of the family. If I had the money to, I would like to travel to some places that i’ve always wanted to go to. I would have a month to accept that i’m gonna die so i think i would be fine. i’d rather get plenty of time to know i’m dying rather than like last minute. this has been a topic that i’ve been thinking of for a while now, not because I’m like thinking about death or anything, I just need something to kill time with at work

62. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

a heart?

63. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

aw cmon, I can’t just think of stuff like that on the spot. I don’t even know where I would want to go

64. Do you like the beach?

It’s nice, especially in the early morning when everything is still calm and the beach isn’t packed with people yet

65. Ever sleep on the couch or a bed with someone special?

no? wtf does someone special mean?

66. Do you have a middle name? If so what is it!

Doesn’t everyone have a middle name? But yeah i do and i hate it so im not saying anything

67. Do you talk to yourself?

in my head all the time

68. Describe your hair.

brown, curly, very long because I haven’t cut it in almost a year, it’s very annoying

69. What is the meaning of life.

I wish i knew

70. What is your ideal partner like?

no one

71. Do you want to get married?

72. Do you want to have kids?

ew no

73. Like or dislike your family?

they’re bearable

74. Are you Chunky or Slim?

I’m more than chunky, i’m just straight up fat

75. Would you consider yourself smart?

lol no. I’m an absolute dumbass

76. What would you change about your life?

everything if i could

77. Religious or Not?

no not really

78. You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

I don’t drink so this would never happen

79. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

it sure isnt because no one is there

80. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?

uhhhh no. I don’t really care tbh

81. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?

idk

82. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?

i’m not opening the door because no one is there

83. Do you like when people play with your hair?

ehh not really. It’ll just make it frizzy

84. Do you like bubble baths?

85. Have you ever been pulled over by a cop?

I need to drive in order for that to happen

86. Have you ever danced in the rain?

no. its not fun getting soaked in the rain

87. Do you trust anyone with your life?

not really?

88. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?

why does god allow suffering

89. If money wasn’t an issue, what top 10 places would you travel to? (You get to stay at each place for a week)

1.greece

2. peru

3.disney world only because I have not been to all the parks yet, also i can bug my brother while i’m there

theres a lot more but i’m too tired to fill out the rest of the list

90. How was your day today?

it was fine

91. Play an instrument?

used to play mellophone/french horn in band in high school. after I graduated I haven’t touched an instrument since

92. Describe the what you think of the ocean.

it’s scary

93. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?

aliens as anything that counts as a living organism not of this world, not green little men from mars nonsense. the universe is too big for only life to be on earth. for ghosts, i’m still iffy about them, but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna start walking around haunted places and call the ghosts a bitch

94. Honestly, are things how you wanted them to be?

abosolutely not. every day I regret all the decisions i’ve made through my life. does that mean I’m trying to fix said mistakes or try not to do them again? lol no

95. Do you have a mean bitchy scary side?

in my mind i do. I’m too scared of everyone to actually do it

96. When are you vulnerable?

always

97. How much free time do you have?

doesn’t feel like much. saturday and sunday go by way too fast and i feel like when i go home from work theres just not enough to relax. im tired all the time

98. Do you like to go hiking?

never been

99. Odd or Even Numbers?

even

100. Would you ever go sky diving, bungee jumping , cliff diving, wing suit gliding, parasailing, snorkeling, or other extreme activities?

no because I actually have self preservation. I am also a very big chicken

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excusememecouldyoupleaseleave · 5 years

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Coffee Runs Are Never Quick

A Taron Egerton X Reader fic

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1802

just your average fluff. it is not great I know lol but I needed to write it down because I had this dream.

Coffee and then editing. That was the plan, at least before those plans were demolished from within the Coffee shop. I woke up today, looked at my phone and saw two things, first, a text from Emie reminding me that we were to meet at 11:40 finish editing our film for class at 12:30 and to bring her usual order of a medium cold brew, extra shot of espresso, cream and 6 pumps of caramel. The second thing I saw was that it was currently 10:57 am and I was already late.

Scrambling of my bed and to the nearest clean clothes that could possibly work together, I changed out of pajamas and scrambled into the bathroom to brush my teeth, one foot still working its way into my jeans.

11:07 and I am out the door, laptop bag at my side, filled with the essentials, and headphones resting in their usual spot

“Cmon Freddie, give me speed give me luck” , I whispered to my phone as I shuffled my Queen playlist, rushing down the sidewalk to our local Starbucks.

11:12, and I rush into the door to discover there was quite the line today. Guess living so close never did guarantee a quick coffee run.

“Not today, please not today anytime but today...” stepping in line I shot Em a text,

“Hey… Gonna be Late sry! Don’t kill me plez!”

Her response, a gif consisting of what seemed to be a man crying uncontrollably. I was fine.

“Someone’s upset” The man behind me said, having seen Emie’s response over my shoulder.

Removing an earbud to address the man who spoke, I chuckled,

“Hehe yeah, She’s inconsolable.” I joked, slipping the phone into my pocket so as to not be snooped on again.

“Yea, oh sorry, I didn’t mean to spy, I just noticed it. I wasn’t reading your texts. Promise.”

He reassured and I turned to look at the man now. What stood before me was a vision I definitely did not expect to see this morning, let alone any morning.

“You’re.. I’m sorry Hi, You’re Taron Egerton.” the words come out faster than I could think and he just nodded with a friendly smile

“Eh I think so, at least that’s what people call me.” He answered jokingly.

The line moved forward and us with it,

“I um, I am sorry, that’s a dumb thing to say, to anyone really but dumb because you are you and wow, words are not my strongsuit when I am not caffinated.”

stumbling through my sentence I laughed at myself and shook my head in disbelief, I was acting a fool. But Taron seemed to enjoy this, or at least find it slightly amusing as he laughed as well,

“Don’t worry, words bad I at am too.” the causal screw up of his sentence sparked another grin from me.

“Ah, good to know hehe, I am Y/N, by the way.” I gave my name finally, and extended my hand to shake his, which he received and shook with a smile.

“Lovely to meet you Y/N.”

11:16,

The man in front of me finishes ordering and I hurry up to the cashier,

“Hey Tess, the usual today, Emrie’s too and whatever he is getting as well,” as I said this I gestured to Taron who shook his head

“Oh no don’t do that, It’s good thanks.”

He tried to turn down the gesture but, I insisted, I always was quite stubborn when it came to gifting others. Seeing I would not budge from my decision he gave Tess his order and she rang it up. Before I could thank him for letting me get his drink, his card slipped into the card reader, and soon the transaction went through, receipt printed.

“Did… did you just hijack my payment.”

“Yup. Told you not to do that, Now I had to pay for both of ours instead.” He smiled, a glint in his eye, playful. Tess just smiled at this and handed his receipt over.

“That was unnecessary. But Thank you”

He shrugged,

“with you being so kind you gave me no choice but to be kind back.”

It was honestly unfathomable how nice he really was. I mean I always thought he was a nice guy but like, no he is genuinely a good guy.

Our names were called and I grabbed my drinks, and thanked Taron again, about to head out the door, before I noticed he had sat down at a table alone.

11: 22 “Are you meeting anyone?”

He shook his head and sipped his coffee

“No, I have about an hour or so before I have to meet with some photographers for a shoot.”

11:22

you can sit Y/N you have 20 minutes. You can meet her right? You already said you’d be late right? Or is this inruding, would it be weird if I sat with him?

I was knocked from my thoughts as Taron spoke again.

“You know I’m pretty sure it’s bad luck to drink alone, if you’d like to sit you are fully welcome.”

An invitation. Take it.

“I thought that only applied to alcohol, but I’ll indulge you”

I responded jokingly and sat across from him, setting my laptop bag beside my chair and the two coffees on the side of the table.

“Oh I’m sorry if you have somewhere to be don’t worry about it.” He said gesturing to Em’s coffee,

“Oh no it’s fine I have time and she can wait. Trust me. So what brings you here, just the photoshoot?”

“Yeah, and I’m just taking a holiday, needed some time to recharge after the last year.”

Rocketman had been released and The Dark Crystal Netlfix series had also just come out. I knew it was nonstop for him, from premieres to press conferences to talk shows. He was probably exhausted.

“And you? What bring Y/N here?” He asked back, folding his hands on the table between us,

“Oh I go to university here. I actually study film funnily enough. Writing, directing, all that fun stuff.”

Taron smiled widely, eyes lighting up,

“Really? That’s brilliant! Are you currently working on anything?”

“Ah well, My friend and classmate Emrie and I have to finish editing our short film for one of our classes. It was a project on sound in film, specifically film driven by the music. So we all picked a song and made a short film to be shown with the song.”

I explained, cheerily as I was quite proud of our work this time, and well I loved talking about this stuff naturally.

“That sounds fantastic, what song did you two pick?” Taron was genuinely interested in our project, it was honestly cute, and very sweet.

“I Want To Hold Your Hand, The Beatles. We felt it would be fun to make a cute short story from it.” I answered and pulled my laptop from the bag opening it and pulling up our in progress project,

“I uh, have it here if you would like to see what we have. We only have to clean up some of the cuts and add the credit tiles at the end but it’s mostly finished,”

He nodded his head quickly and answered almost instantly,

“I would love to, please, that would be great.’

Surprised by his interest I plugged in my headphones and handed them over before pressing play from the start for him to see.

What then played was a film with two girls, seemingly showing up for a date, the main one, had a determined face, eyes set on the other’s hand. The entire time the film progressed with the song playing as this girl tried to intertwine her hand with the other girls but was stopped by the most inconvenient of things. Geese, strangers, tripping, children, even grabbing the wrong person’s hand. Just as our main heroine seemed ready to give up her goal, the other took her hand with ease, smiling at her with a knowing look. Taron was smiling the entire time,

11:36

Taron takes the headphones off and hands them over,

“That was brilliant, super fun. I particularly loved the geese attack, how did you stage that?”

“Oh that was unplanned they actually got harrassed by an angry goose. We had to run away and finish filming the next day because we got scared.”

I admitted, trying and failing to contain my laughter. He laughed with me shaking his head

“Incredible haha, honestly I love that. You two are going to get an A on this project or I’ll waltz in to your professor myself and demand one.” He said, and put on a ‘matter of fact’ tone that made me giggle, cheeks flustering,

“Thanks, you should definitely do that haha, I’m sure that wouldn’t cause a stir or anything.”

“None at all,”

He just smiled, we both grew quiet and sipped away at our drinks. Enjoying the silence and the company for a few moments.

11:43

“WHERE R U” a text flashed on my screen

“Crap… I’m sorry I have to go I am a bad project partner. Haha I’m already late.” I put my stuff all together and stood,

“Again, thank you,for the coffee and for the conversation. This was very nice Taron, I hope your shoot goes well and enjoy your holiday.”

Just as I was about to turn away He spoke up

“Well thanks for letting me get your coffee and sitting with me. And You’ll have to let me know how you do on your film.”

His eyes were kind and his smile warm, I gave a nod smiling in return,

“Sure I’ll email your agent to tell you,” I joked and he shook his head chuckling

“Or you could tell me over coffee again tomorrow morning, same time.”

My heart practically stopped and jumpstarted all at once

“I.. um, no.. I mean yea! No yea definitely for sure, that sounds, that um that sounds wonderful, I’d like that.” I laughed again at my lack of ability to speak properly.

“Good. Don’t be late alright? And if you get an A perhaps I’ll treat you to lunch as well?”

He teased and my face went red.

“Oh trust me I won’t be, promise and lunch sounds good… but If I get a B, I’ll settle for a bag of crisps.”

11:45

As we laughed and said goodbye again I hurried out of the shop and towards campus and called Em

“Hey, No… yes, I know sorry, No…. Yes… 6 pumps like you asked… No but I promise I have a good reason… very good… a very handsome reason. No you won’t believe me.”

She indeed did not believe me, but she will when I go for coffee again tomorrow morning.

#taron x reader #taron egerton #fanfic #taron egerton fic #taron egerton x reader #taron egerton fluff #fluffy #writing #reblog #comment #critique #share #love you guys!#dreams

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liron meeting muriel

liron isn’t too proud to admit that he got lost. he is a little embarrassed, though. he didn’t want to be caught stumbling through the overgrown woods, no matter how beautiful it was. no, liron was cold, wet and near the brink of tears. he was convinced he’d never find home and that the night, growing across the treetops, would eat him in this forest.

he was praying to the gods that asra would appear out of nowhere and guide him home like he normally pops out when he’s upset. but, it had been hours since he started feeling as hopeless as he did, and even longer since he water was being poured on him from the sky and he was freezing under his wet clothes. it wasn’t supposed to be raining today, what brought this on? he was angry at the universe, angry at himself.

he finally sat upon a rock and sniffled. his eyebrows knitted together, hoping that his tensing would radiate at least some heat. by looking at him, you couldn’t tell if he was crying or if it was just the rain, and he himself didn’t really know either. his forehead fell into the palm of his hands and he gave up on holding the posture asra was always so keen on him having. his eye lids wrinkled at the clenching of them. he let out a frustrated groan. he didn’t know what else to do.

after sitting for a moment, something warm fell in his lap. warm and hairy. he let out a small yelp and fell to the side of the rock at the sight of the wolf in front of him. this is it, he thought. this is really it. i’m going to die and it’s all because i can’t navigate myself for shit.

the wolf took another step forward and liron closed his eyes tightly with his back against a tree. the wolf only grabbed lightly on his sleeve and tugged a bit. liron slowly opened his eyes only to be met with two bright yellow ones. he flinched slightly with how close they were but after a moment of nothing he let his guard down.

the wolf in front of him ran away some large amount of feet but then sat and waited for liron to follow. liron quickly stood to his feet but approached the wolf slowly. the wolf continued to lead the way, surprisingly not harming liron in the slightest and even ending up helping him.

the wolf walked up to a door of a hut. liron felt safe near the area but the sharp winds distracted him from why and caused his focus to be set on getting inside and warming up. the wolf scratched at the door a lightly before it opened. the man in front of liron was shockingly handsome to him. the first thing he thought when he looked at him was, oh wow.

it took a moment not too long, not too short, for the man to notice liron standing next to what he only assumed was a familiar animal to him. his eyes widened at your shoes and even more at your face.

“why’re you here?” the words were bitter and sharp. the ‘you’ was exaggerated as if they knew each other and this was an unwelcome suprise visit between old friends.

“wha- i- i didn’t mean to, i’m sorry-“ he was not only glaring at me but had his nose up at the wolf as well. “he-“ liron gestured to the wolf.

“she!” the man’s eyebrows were sewn together even further if possible.

“sh-she brought me h-here.” liron couldn’t tell if he was stuttering from how hard his jaw was shaking or if he was nervous. maybe both. his eyebrows softened but his shoulders did not. “i-i’m really sorry, i’ll leave-“

“no, it’s freezing...you can stay until the storm is done with.” the man could see the obvious relief in liron’s features at the offer as he stepped aside to let both his wolf and the man in front of him in.

liron walked in, feeling bad about dripping all over the floor but the man didn’t seem to care about that more than the fact that he was in his area at all. he took in every detail of the cozy new environment. “go by the fire.” even though the man’s back was turned, liron smiled and nodded.

he quickly stripped himself of his wet shoes and jacket and shirt, setting them beside him in a neat pile. the man with a blanket in his arms turned around to find his wolf snuggling up next to the small man...who was half naked in his house. the man’s cheeks grew red as he tossed the blanket over to liron and turned away to the small kitchen (which was really just a stove and fridge in a corner) and began making something. “thank you,” liron spoke quietly, the fire almost ate his voice up but the man managed to hear him.

the two were silent. the only noise was the crackling of the fire and stirring of whatever the man was making. “what’s her name?” liron asked, a bit louder this time. the man was silent for a long moment to a point where liron thought he didn’t hear him and was debating whether he should ask again or keep quiet. “inanna,” liron smile at the response, mostly to the happy looking wolf next to him.

“that’s a beautiful name.” the man didn’t say anything, only continued stirring. “what about you? what’s your name?” he continued with his silence. “i’m liron,”

“i know.” liron’s eyes widened at the man’s words but he didn’t ask how, assuming he would tell him if he wanted. a quiet moment passed before the larger man spoke up again, “i’m... muriel.”

liron smiled immediately just as the man - muriel, turned around with a bowl of soup in each hand. “that’s a beautiful name, as well.” muriel only grumbled at liron’s words and handed him the soup. “thank you,” liron continued smiling.

they ate in silence, muriel sitting as far away as comfortably possible from liron but inanna continued to sit with liron by the fire. muriel couldn’t help but steal glances at liron’s exposed chest under the covers. he admired how his skin glowed under the firelight. he thought it was funny how his tan line was so obvious, he didn’t see how liron could be any paler but his torso showed it to be possible.

liron accidentally fell asleep in the uncomfortable silence. his energy was drained from running and freezing his ass off outside. muriel didn’t mind, in fact, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. the blanket fell from over his chest at some point in his rest, muriel felt the strong urge to go and cover liron back up, not just for liron’s warmth but for his own comfort.

liron’s eyes opened. he knew he was somewhere familiar but he couldn’t tell why it was familiar or why he had his head resting on the side of a large wolf. he sat up quickly and looked around. the wolf didn’t even pick up her head, only snored slightly.

he coughed harshly into his elbow before his eyes caught on muriel, “ah- you’re up.”

“why am i here?” muriel’s eyes widened at liron’s words. he tended and walked over to a bookshelf and tossed a bag at liron, a familiar scent of myrrh flew into his lungs. “o-oh, muriel! i’m sorry, i don’t know why i forgot-“

“it’s- it’s a spell.” muriel’s face was red, he looked very uncomfortable.

“you’re a magician?” liron smiled lightly but muriel only shrugged.

the storm had stopped so liron put his damp clothes back on and slipped the myrrh in his pocket. “thank you, i’ll bring you some of your favorite food as repayment?”

“what? no, i don’t...need repayment.”

“of course you do! you’ve helped me when i needed it, you deserve something good! cmon, what’s your favorite food?” muriel couldn’t face liron with the words he was spewing.

“food is food...i’ll take whatever, i guess.” his grumbles made it difficult for liron to figure out what he was saying but liron managed.

he gasped lightly as a joke, “no favorite food! well, i cannot let that slide. food is a delicacy that must be enjoyed thoroughly. i’ll bring by an assortment and we will have a good taste testing!” liron smiled and began walking off before muriel could object. “thank you, again! i’ll be back soon!” liron ran off out of sight.

muriel closed the door and glanced at inanna who wagged her tail at the sight of muriel’s face. a quiet knock at the door startled muriel. he quickly turned and cracked the door open to see liron who was red in the face and refusing to look at muriel.

“uhm... which way is vesuvia?”

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MY BOYS. THEIR STORY IS GONNA BE SO CUTE

#muriel is such a good boy i love him and would punch people for him #muriel the arcana #muriel x apprentice #muriel x oc #muriel oc #muriel fluff #the arcana muriel #muriel #the arcana #thearcana #the arcana game #fan apprentice

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travelingstar · 5 years

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Opportunity Chapter 1

Hi there! So before beginning this fic series that I hope to complete and share with others, I just want to say that this idea came from me and @starkravingspiders chatting and we bounced some ideas off of one another and decided to write our own versions of the same rough idea of the story.

Also a bit of a warning this chapter does contain some more mature themes and a good amount of angst, but the story overall does get more happy. Enjoy!

It had been another long day for the 19 year old Peter Parker.

His day had been filled with the usual stress of starting his early in the morning shift at a breakfast diner, turning in his papers, paying attention in class, finding food at the grocery store that he could afford (usually ramen and maybe some pre-made foods if they were on sale), finishing his shift at a cafe downtown and rushing to his job as a pizza delivery guy. Now he just needed to heat up some ramen and get two essays done and he’ll officially be done for today.

He looked down on his badly cracked cell phone to skip to the next song, he didn’t have many since they do cost a bit more than he is willing to pay, and to both check the time and if anyone had called or messaged him.

Peter didn’t know why he was still so hopeful. Afterall, two years ago his life went to shit after Tony had died.

His aunt and friends were happy to have him back, and so was Peter don’t get him wrong.

But sometimes he felt like they were looking at him like he wasn’t really real. At first, Peter thought that this would go away after some months. But they still do look at him like that. After he had graduated high school, Peter rarely gets a text from Aunt May, he would always be the first to make contact, whilst with Ned and MJ, they had already rarely called or texted, which he figures is just because they were now busy with either school or their jobs. He wouldn’t text as much, which just made him feel bad. They probably thought he was a terrible nephew and friend.

And due to the whole five years of absence, it has become hard for him to even make friends since a lot had happened whilst he was gone and after a while he kinda stopped trying since he had to focus on school and making rent every month.

What remained of the Avengers never call or contact him. Peter understood, they all knew Tony much longer than he did and he was just some dumb kid that got carried along by Tony. And since the man is dead, why even get to know some college kid.

Peter shook his head slightly, bowing his head, but still walking. ‘No, I can’t cry. Everyone lost much more than I did.’

The last time Peter saw Rhodey, Pepper and Morgan was at Tony’s funeral. He had tried to give them his condolences, but they didn’t look at him and went inside of the cabin that Pepper owned, whilst carrying Morgan. Morgan did look at Peter, looking confused. She clearly didn’t fully understand why everyone was crying and Peter felt bad for even trying to talk to them. They had lost a long time friend and a child lost her father.

All because of him.

The others at the funeral, except for Aunt May, didn’t talk to him.

He had overheard from Happy that the family had been listening to a recording Tony had left behind and read his will. Peter, almost subconsciously, turned to them and wanted to ask if Tony said anything about him. Anything.

But he had felt a hand clutching his shoulder and he turned around and saw Steve, looking at Peter like he had just hurt someone.

“Look kid, they don’t need to be bothered right now. They just lost a friend and a husband. Just give them some space, okay?”

Peter stood at that spot frozen. He wanted to say something, do something, anything! But he couldn’t. He watched Steve walk towards Bucky and acted like nothing was wrong, whilst Peter felt a fresh pair of tears streaming down his face and feeling that inner voice feeding on those words and just continuing to tell Peter that he was no one and that he shouldn’t bother others. He listened as everyone was talking about Tony for the rest of the service and thinking he had no right being there.

It didn’t help that before Thanos came the first around that Peter had realized that he was starting to crush on Tony.

Sure he always admired the man, but when he had gotten to know him and spend time with him, he started to first crush then fall for the billionaire who would anything for the people he cared for. He loved Tony’s charm, his comments on others he didn’t like, his massive interest in tech and his rambling, oh god his rambling Peter would have listened to for hours and never get tired of the man talk about anything from his latest invention idea to a newly found food joint that he wanted to invite Peter to.

Peter even imagined finally confessing to Tony. He had imagined Tony kissing him, hugging him, taking him out on dates, making out, having his first time with the older man, spending Christmas with him, any scenario that came to mind for Peter he would imagine.

But than Thanos came and took him away from his life for five years and came back to a world without the man he fell for, said man having made a family and having a daughter. Peter felt like he had been forgotten by Tony, but knew that the man probably never liked him like that to begin with and just wanted to be happy whilst he still could with a family he made himself during that time. But Peter could never blame Tony for trying to find happiness after all of that happening.

But Peter would still imagine those scenarios, afterwards however he would be filled with guilt and shame.

SHIELD had since restricted when he can be Spiderman. Peter knew that he was being manipulated into agreeing with them, but in the back of his mind he hears a voice telling him to just give up and to not even try to fight and to let ‘professionals’ handle these situations.

He hated that he couldn’t fight crime.

He saw a mother and child being mugged during his pizza route a couple of days ago and wasn’t able to do anything.

A guy being harassed on the streets some weeks ago and, again, couldn’t do anything.

Peter witnessed a bank robbery taking place whilst getting off his shift at the cafe and he couldn’t stop it.

Sure he could sew together a suit like his first one, but SHIELD would find out and threaten to burn his suit and take him in to be tested.

He doesn’t like to remember that threat.

Happy would now only contact him to tell him that SHIELD wanted him on another mission. Peter knew that this was for his safety, but he felt like that was just a half assed excuse to not have to waste time in talking to him. More often than not, Peter would have to decline the offer since he had to either take a shift and there would be no way of getting out of it without losing his job or had a exam to study or do other schoolwork. Happy wouldn’t reply with much, only really with the occasional comment that would come from Fury that Happy would quote, telling Peter that he needs to do his job and to not throw excuses and waste their time.

Peter let out a shaky sigh and took a deep breath before walking faster home. He figured if he was going to cry, he might as well just go home and do in private without anyone judging him, except for his mind.

But it is telling the truth, so he thinks.

His apartment was in the worst part in Queens. It was the only place that he could’ve afforded and was relatively close to the subway at least. There was a lot of crime going on, but luckily Peter only ever witnessed drug deals and some people chasing someone for ‘money that he owed them’ or something.

The nearby buildings were either abandoned, filled with those living there who could barely afford much like Peter, or were places where criminals would meet up and handle their business there.

Thankfully, Peter had only ran into one once when the other person was high, so Peter was able to quickly escape.

He gets to his apartment and pulls out his keys and unlocks his door to his small as hell apartment. He barely had anything and didn’t want to burden Aunt May by taking anything that wasn’t his. She didn’t make comment on the small pile of belongings Peter had with him before he left Aunt May’s place for college.

Once inside and closing the door, Peter heard something.

Rather someone.

Whistling.

‘Oh cmon, I don’t want to be mugged in my own home or murdered.’, Peter thought to himself, thudding his forehead against the door. He really just wanted to curl up for at least a minute before pulling himself into making some ramen.

Couldn’t he have a moment where things weren’t hectic or made him feel bad?

He figured he might as well face this person and get it over with. After all, the sooner he is done with this, the faster he can make food, finish those essays and than maybe sleep for five hours before getting up for his morning shift at the nearby fast food joint.

Peter turned around and saw someone he thought he’d never see until maybe he died.

Tony Stark, sitting on his old tattered couch, playing with the prototype reactor in his hand before staring at Peter.

“Oh hey, was wondering when you’d get back. I need your help to get back to my universe, since I can’t contact anyone else. By the way, why are living in a dumpster hole and not in Avengers tower?”

#marvel #starker #fanfic #my writing #opportunity #angst #self loathing #the avengers are jerks here #so be warned

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