#for now my social battery will have to run on empty for at least a year

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

One in Eleven Million (ch. 3)

damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent

(A/N): Can you tell my ADHD brain has no sense of time? I was fully like 'oh yeah it's been a week' and it's actually been 3, I am so sorry. Thank you to everyone following this series; it is complete so I swear you will get the full story! (Also shoutout to @glorified-red for body doubling w/ me and being overall amazing; I appreciate you.)

Previous chapters linked here and here.

wc: ~1050

warnings: mentions of non-graphic injury

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Damian’s bicep throbbed and he switched his rolling carry-on to his other hand. He’d disinfected, stitched, and wrapped the bullet graze, but that was hours ago now and he hadn’t kept any painkillers in his backpack. Even if they weren’t in his carry-on, he wouldn’t have pulled them out on the plane. As much as he’d learned about the stranger he and Jon were sitting with, he didn’t trust you enough for that. 

Jon’s carry-on bag was loud, wheels clattering against the floor and echoing in the mostly empty airport. It was a small bag and a cheap one, bought mostly for appearances and convenience. Damian’s, on the other hand, was from a safe house 90 minutes away from the airport. It was the only reason he hadn’t been stopped at security with Batman WE technology in the hidden compartment. Jon’s suit—sans the belt in Damian’s suitcase—got through security with no problems. 

He may not trust them farther than Jon could presently throw them, but Damian could at least admit that the stranger on the plane was an unexpected boon. With Jon already on edge from the solar flare and subsequent stranding and Damian himself running on not enough sleep and an even smaller social battery, having a gruff, immoveable asshole in between them would have made the flight more torturous than it was destined to be. With these delays, even more so. A childish part of Damian wanted to call Richard back and say that they did need a pick-up, actually. Some combination of pride and exhaustion stopped him. A few steps ahead, Jon’s laugh rang out, joined quickly by a laugh made familiar by only the last few hours. 

Fine so it was pride, exhaustion, and seeing Jon happy. Sue him. 

While Jon followed your—yes he knew your name, he just didn’t know you enough to use it yet—guidance through the airport, Damian watched the signs. The literal ones and the body language ones. Nothing on the plane ride had given him reason to think the stranger meant any harm, but Damian was raised with extreme paranoia on all sides of his family. Jon was his family too, though, and with his super senses compromised, Damian’s instinct would have to do. 

“Okay so since this is a shuttle, I think it’s this door.” Damian looked up at the sign you were pointing to. Zone 8, it read, Airport Shuttles. Jon shrugged.

“Looks right.”

He took the lead this time and you followed. Damian stayed behind, eyes catching on your backpack. You don’t have clothes with you, he remembered. By the looks of it, you didn’t have much with you at all. 

There was a shuttle leaving by the time the three of you reached the platform. 

“Excuse me,” you asked a woman standing nearby. Damian vaguely recognized her from the boarding line. “Are you here for the hotel shuttles?” The woman turned around, launching into a tirade.

Damian took the distraction for a chance to talk to Jon. 

“No change right?” Jon shook his head, hands rubbing up and down his arms. 

“None. I didn’t really expect any this early. Maybe tomorrow if I’m lucky? Or the day after.” 

Damian swung his backpack off of his shoulder to pull his jacket off. 

“You’re not regulating temperature properly—” 

Jon’s hand on his arm stopped him. 

“Your arm.” Damian cursed under his breath and pulled the jacket back on. 

“How long’s it been since you changed that?” Jon asked. 

“I’ll change it at the hotel, it’s fine.” 

“It’s not.” 

In the corner of his eye, Damian watched you extricate yourself from the tirade. 

“You’re not one to talk, currently,” he said. “It’s barely chilly out and you’re shivering.” Jon’s response was curtailed by your return. 

“Oh but the Metropolis folks aren’t built for this kind of weather, don’t you know? It’s clear skies with a chance of red cape sightings over there.” Your own jacket was still on, though unzipped. 

A snort of laughter escaped Damian before he could hold it back. Damian blamed it on the fatigue. He blamed the spark of gratification he got when you delighted in his reaction on that too. Jon rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah yeah, very funny.”

Your eyes locked onto something behind Jon and Damian tracked your gaze to the shuttle. Jon took a step back as it parked right beside him. 

“Bluiett, Archanza, Helioz!” Yelled the driver. 

Jon extended his arm, ushering you inside. 

“After you.” 

“Thanks.” 

Damian clambered on after Jon. He’d taken a seat across from you. Damian sat next to him. 

The shuttle ride was, for the most part, quiet until the first stop. 

“I don’t have any pajamas,” you lamented, head dropping back against the window behind you. “Or toiletries.” 

Damian wasn’t sure if you were expecting an answer, even if he did know what to say. Jon’s eyebrows wrinkled. Damian thought his thinking face was adorable. Jon thought it was embarrassing.

“You can borrow something of mine if you want?” Jon offered. Damian held back a smile. Jon had very little clothes-wise in his carry on—just sweatpants, an extra set of jeans, a t-shirt or two, and underwear. And a Superman suit. But still, he offered. You smiled awkwardly, eyes dipping down to where your own backpack rested on your lap. 

“Um, no I’m good. But thanks.” 

Damian’s eyes tracked your face. For the first time all evening, he found what he was looking for. You didn’t quite trust them either, not yet. You were wary of them. Not afraid, not like you were when you got on the plane, but wary. Jon and he were strangers and you knew it. 

“Even hotels as bad as these should provide some sort of soap,” Damian offered. 

For the first time all night, your hopeful smile was directed at him. 

“Yeah, I forgot about that, thanks.” The relief in your voice told him you were being genuine. Damian nodded in return, giving into the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“I think I’m taking sleep over a shower anyway,” Jon added. 

“Easy for you to say when there’s options,” you teased back at him. Damian might not have laughed the way Jon did, but he cracked a smile nonetheless.When the three of you parted in the hotel elevator—you on your own on the second floor and he and Jon together on the third—Damian might not have known everything there was to know about you, but his instincts whispered trust. Good enough for him.

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[pappydaddy]

y/n x james potter playlist

here is a playlist requested by this lovely anon for a romantic james potter playlist as part of my 800 follower celebration (sorry it took so long lovely)! i hope you love it, sweet anon💛!

warnings: mentions of throw up (once and it's early, it's in the first song)

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Enchanted - Taylor Swift

Meet cute of all meet cutes!! Your roommates had forced you to go to a beginning of the school year party in the Gryffindor Common Room. You were apprehensive as the first day of school is draining for an introvert (believe me, i know). All you really wanted to do was curl up and read some of your new books you picked up while back to school shopping. But, that fell on deaf ears as they forced you out, claiming you have to at least try to experience one party during your time at Hogwarts (you have managed to avoid them until now - your sixth year). As you're standing there, listening to your friends flirt horribly with some quidditch players, you find find your eyes drifting over the room, faking smiles to make it seem like your social battery wasn't so depleted. Suddenly, yours eyes lock with a warm brown pair encircled by a pair of wire glasses. They somehow manage to both be flirty and so completely innocent. Before you know it, he is crossing the room and introducing himself (obviously you knew of James Potter, just never met him). Soon, the night has melted away, you two have migrated to the empty couch, talking, flirting (somehow, you're amazed you didn't clam up, but he somehow makes you feel energized again). Now, it's two in the morning and your roommates have had unrestricted access to fire whisky. When one of your roommates stumbles up to you, you assume she is just telling you she's going to go to your room, but before her words come out, she's barfing all over you - ending the night. But, even with puke ending up in your shoes, you still had a great night and go to bed blushing and kicking your feet (and slightly embarrassed).

2. I Think He Knows - Taylor Swift

After the party, you know it. You have a crush on James Potter - one of the most popular guys at Hogwarts. And, rumour has it, he is smitten with you as well. He's seeking you out, walking you to class, carrying your books. While you hear he's just as head over heels for you as you are for him, you doubt it and assume he's just being nice. That doesn't stop you from admiring him and daydreaming about him. Even though you assume he doesn't like you back, you 100% think he knows about your crush on him. After all, it's not normal for people to stare at other people and blush so furiously. He has to know you're wondering what's under that attitude (BDE👀? - is that still a thing or am i stuck in 2018??). And no one finds them so enthralled in a person unless their boy-ish charm has them completely captivated.

3. Glad You Came - The Wanted

You get an inkling that he likes you when he invites you to an exclusive Quidditch party. Strictly invite only and only the Gryffindor team. Since he was on the team, he had to be there early to set up so he couldn't pick you up outside your common room, but you think that is better because you are a nervous wreck walking to the room of requirement. You're overthinking, worrying you are reading too far into it, worrying your social battery will run out, worrying that you will get too overwhelmed. The party world is not friendly to introverts. But once you're there, James spots you, instantly appearing at your side with a drink in his hand. He offers it to you with no pressure to drink it, you down it (the nerves). He manages never to leave your side and at this point, you're unsure who is following who like a lost puppy, but you are thankful. Time slips away again and the party has dwindled to the ones too drunk to stand. You're sitting on another couch with James, deep in a conversation. Sirius is long gone, having found a hook-up way early into the party. Remus had left shortly after, grumbling under his breath at Sirius' behaviour - you are strangely comfortable with Remus but not in the same way as you are with James. Sirius comes on too strong for your social battery but you're sure you will get used to it. James ends up asking if you wanted to stay talking or if you wanted him to walk you back to your dorm - you opt to stay and talk because spending time with him never felt draining.

4. Postcards - James Blunt

It's a beautiful fall Sunday. James seeks you out and finds you sitting under a large tree, a book open on your lap. Once he sits beside you for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company, your book becomes long forgotten as James starts telling you a story. Making you laugh with his jokes and exaggerations, he watches as you absentmindedly fiddle with the flowers you pick from the grass, making a daisy chain. He wants to tell you right then and there and he's head over heels for you. Completely smitten. He actually wants to scream it from the roof tops, but he restrains himself because he doesn't want to throw a firework into a peaceful moment, scared he will ruin everything. So, he bites his tongue and creates a plan in his head for later as he is listening to your laugh float through the crisp air.

5. Don't Stop Me Now - Queen

Would it be a James Potter playlist if Queen isn't on it? No. I see this as the first quidditch games he plays with you watching. He's playing the best he's ever played. He's cocky. He's having a good time, even goofing off a little for you as he waits to spot the snitch. He obviously ends up winning. Also, this song just fits him and his attitude so well. Also, his grand plan was to sneak a note into the book you were reading confessing his feelings so he was feeling pretty good about himself that you showed up to the game.

6. Campus - Vampire Weekend

Okay, James Potter is arrogance and confidence, but let's not pretend he doesn't get nervous because you make him nervous. When he sees you walking on campus, he gets all flustered and nervous and he starts sweating and he doesn't know what to do and this is what his brain sounds like (going 100 miles a minute). I picture him one day walking along the corridor and his eyes spot you. You've got your head stuffed in your textbook. It had been a few weeks since he planted the note in your book and you have yet to say anything about it to him. So his confidence is shaken. He doesn't know that you've been so swamped with school work that you had no time to read it meaning you haven't even seen the note. His brain is malfunctioning, he is too busy looking at you, internally freaking out that his body is on auto pilot and knows he needs to turn down another corridor but he also wants to escape you and he has to walk past you to get to the corridor he needs. So, in his panic, he ends up running face first into a solid wooden door when he tried to escape into the broom closet. Luckily, you had a potions test next class and was too busy and zoned out to notice anything. (We love and hate a miscommunication trope).

7. You Belong with Me - Taylor Swift

Miscommunication trope continued and on max speed! Your workload is lifting a little and you're now noticing things around you. Most importantly, you are noticing how little time James has been around you. Of course, you noticed while you were busy, you would go to say something to him because you were so used to just having him there, but he won't be sitting beside you. But now that you don't have fifty million tests and essays to do, you realize how absent he was. You also notice him hanging around with Lily Evans a lot more. A pang of sadness mixed with jealousy hits your heart and you're seeing green and red. But, you don't do anything. You just watch and you can't help but to compare how she acts around him to the dynamic between the two of you. Sure, they have a good banter, but she usually ends up angry and storming off (usually with James covering in food or sporting a new red mark on his cheek). Their interactions never looked effortless like when you guys are interacting. Not only that, but Lily doesn't seem to understand James, not like you. Whenever James is upset, he's avoiding her. When he was upset, he would always find you, sneaking into the Ravenclaw dorm and waking you. You guys were slipping out for late night adventures, or just talking in the dark common room.

Additionally, you guys were always going on adventures. Sneaking out to Hogsmeade or sneaking into the Black Lake for night swims. You guys would team up to prank Remus (and more recently Sirius after you got comfortable with him), and his other roommates. But also you guys would sneak out just to lay under the stars and talk. Or you guys would blow off studying to try out a new hobby or for James to attempt to paint.

But now he was hanging around with Lily and he obviously could not see that he belongs with you.

8. Dog Days are Over - Florence + The Machine

(Specifically for the feel of the song not necessarily the words) Okay, this is when the miscommunication comes to a peak here. Since meeting Remus, you considered him a friend of yours outside of James. So, one day when you were really upset about James hanging around with Lily, you had confided in him. Crying on his shoulder about how you didn't understand why James forgot about you and just started to hang out with her like you were nothing. You never intended for Remus to tell James anything. It was just things were piling up, stress was resting heavy on your shoulders, and you were hurt. So, fired up and angry, Remus had left you at the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room and sought out his idiot friend. Finding him out by the lake, tossing rocks into it with Sirius and Lily, he didn't wait a second before tearing a strip off him. "What is your issue, Potter?" Remus yelled, getting into James' face. The tanned boy stumbled back, brown eyes wide in shock and confusion. Sirius dropped the rock he held, taking a step towards his friends to break them up but Remus held up a hand to stop him (and threw him a rather scary look). "W-what?" James asked, his voice shaking as much as he was. He looked like a scared mess right now. His tie loosened, the top buttons of his button down unbuttoned. "What kind of an idiot are you? Completely ignoring Y/N as if she was a fling? As if she was gum on the bottom of your shoe? Something you picked up one day, kept, and then just scraped off?" Remus was mad. Red was quickly filling his face. Jame just got more confused, his dark eyebrows knitting together. "Uh-" "Uh" Remus mocked him. "Wipe that stupid look off your face, you know exactly what you did-" "She was the one who ignored me! I assumed she read my letter and didn't feel the same way since she never mentioned it, so I stopped trying." "Letter? What letter?" Remus asked, his voice suddenly normal again. "What letter? The letter I left in her book months ago! The letter confessing my feelings for her," He spoke as if Remus should know about the letter. James' eyes narrowed. "What? Are you about to tell me she didn't get the letter I spilled all my sappy feelings into?" "She didn't get a letter, James," Remus told him. "She thinks you just randomly stopped talking to her-" "No, I left her a letter in the book she always carries around-" "She hasn't read that book in at least four months because she was too busy with school work! Then, she lost it two weeks ago in the Great Hall before she could start reading again," Remus yelled out again. James' face dropped, his skin turning pale. "Why the bloody hell would you write a letter and stuff it in her book instead of just talking to her? You bloody idiot!" "She didn't get my letter-" James was stunned - looking like a deer in headlights (ha - get it?) before he looked up at Remus with wide eyes. "She didn't get my letter," He exclaimed, panic on his face. "I need to find her!" He yelled, his feet already starting to walk up the hill. Gradually, his pace picked up until he had broken out into a full on sprint by the time he reached the top of the hill.

9. Talk Too Much - COIN / 10. Everybody Talks

(These kinda go hand in hand with this situation right here) After running all over the damn castle, James finally found you walking along one of the darker corridors, seeking out some silence in your own company. You knew people usually didn't travel through the back corridors, but you had failed to remember that James Potter does not usually go with the status quo. He gently grabs your arm as he finally reaches you. You get scared since you didn't hear him running up behind you, having had your walkman playing. You let out a scream before you realize it's just him. He doesn't even give you time before he's launching into his rant. He's explaining everything to you, he's begging you to give him another chance, he is pleading with you. And he's talking so much and so fast. He's sweating, his shirt and hair are even more messed up than normal. He's listing all his faults and flaws and you've just been standing there, shocked and not able to get a word in edge-wise. He is literally on his knees in front of you in this dark corridor, begging for you to forgive him. "You talk too much, Potter." You cut him off. He's managed to take only five minutes to cover a ten minute rant. His rant stopped, looking up at you, his eyes wide and fearful until he sees the sparkle in yours matched with the little smirk on your lips. A split second. That's what it took for him to flip the situation around and to bounce back. Now, he's got that crooked smirk on his lips that makes you weak in the knees. And Rowena, it is ten times worse when he's on his knees in front of you, looking up at you through his thick eyelashes and rimmed glasses. "Then kiss me and shut me up, Love." Next thing you know, you guys are a mess. A clash of lips and some teeth as James springs up and you're now pressed against the cold wall. Soon, lips are aching but neither of you care. Hands are roaming, tongues are cramping and clashing.

11. I Can See You - Taylor Swift

Okay, so as much as you are obsessed with James and his lips (and his body but we won't get into that), you had noticed some Professors reacting badly to your new (what they assume to be friendship) and one of those Professors holds your career after Hogwarts in their hands. So, you two have to stay a secret (aside from Remus and Sirius) until the letter that Professor is writing has been sent. It had been the rest of their sixth year and two months into their seventh already. You guys are sneaking around, but you both want more. You both want a public relationship, but you are both enjoying the thrill of sneaking around still.

12. Can't Take My Eyes off You - Frankie Valli

This is pretty self explanatory, but let me set the scene for you anyway. We are talking Patrick Verona level of performance (10 Things I Hate About You). The letter has been sent. You two are free from the curse of secrecy. You want to just sag-way right into being public, but it's James Potter we are talking about. This man needs to make a big deal out of this. So, after a Quidditch win, him, Sirius, and Remus all pull off the plan they had been working on for so long. And it's an instant hit (especially with you because you could not take your eyes off him and you felt like you were the only two even though the stands were packed).

13. Softly - Clario

You guys are still a new couple and you're both feeling it out. Seeing what is too little, too much, or just right at this stage of your relationship. Not only do you guys have your moments where you're wild, young, and free, but there are times where you guys are so domestic and blissful in the peace of each other. It's Christmas and you both managed to convince your families to let you stay over the holidays. The dorms are empty (especially yours since Sirius is in James'). One night, James is laying in your bed with you after sneaking in. It's soft, it's quiet as you guys are cuddling. James is wondering if he needs to go or if you want him to stay, but he's nervous to ask. He knows that he should probably go, but he really wants to stay. Instead of talking, he starts to move, as if he was leaving. Your arms wrap around him tighter, making him stop. A mumbled "no, stay" leaves your lips and he is instantly settled around. He's surrounding you with his arms and legs, attacking your face in kisses, making you giggle. Sleep is long forgotten as his lips land on yours, the kiss starting soft but quickly picking up into a soft, loving make out.

14. Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

(So Harry Potter coded) There isn't much to say about this one. He's down-bad for you. He is completely in love with you. You have him wrapped around your pinky finger. Definition of walk him like a dog.

15. Fearless - Taylor Swift

Very self explanatory. James is this song. This song is written for James Potter.

16. Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse

Ultimate love song. This beat, this concept. This is how James feels whenever he looks at you. He is so in love with you it's insane. He would 100% sing this to you in public or private.

17. Hey Lover! - Wabie

Again, this song just really fits the vibe of your relationship. There isn't a reason per se, just fits.

18. Stay Stay Stay - Taylor Swift

Okay, James can be immature. Fight can explode into worse fights. As much as you love him, he can frustrate you. But even after your fights, he finds away to make you laugh and fix it all. Besides, fights are rare and the good fair outweighs that tiny little flaw.

19. Timeless - Taylor Swift

This is also self explanatory. I am sucker for soulmate concepts and AUs. No matter when you met him, no matter what happened, not matter what point of history you guys are in, no matter what - you guys would have ended up together and you fully believe that.

20. Somewhere Only We Know - Darren Criss

(The glee version is better) It's your last day at Hogwarts. Tomorrow, you guys leave for the last time. Emotions are high even though you never plan to lose contact. Heck, you and James are moving in together, but it's such a big change. After dinner, he's whispering in your ear to follow him. Hand-in-hand, you guys are running through the corridors like you did when you first started dating. His palm is sweaty, his he sweaty and nervous, but you are trying not to over think and enjoy the moment. When you gets to the Quidditch Pitch, moonlight is raining down on you, but also candlelight. Sirius and Remus (somehow managed to get here before you) are up in the booth, lighting each candle up with their wands before playing music through the microphone. You're distracted by looking at everything that you don't notice him on his knee. Once you do notice, the wind is knocked out of you. James is so nervous, looking at you with wide eyes, holding an antique ring in his hand. "It's not an engagement ring, just a promise ring - I know how you feel about getting engaged so soon." You guys had talked about it one night early in your relationship. You had said you wanted to be together for at least three years before getting engaged. Then you wanted to be engaged for a year before getting married. You claimed you wanted to just enjoy each stage without rushing through anything. His long, drawn out (rambling) speech took forever, but was also cut in half by how fast he was talking. "You talk too much, Potter." You laugh, knowing he wants you to cut him off. That damn smirk is back. "Then kiss me and shut me up, Love."

i hope you loved it lovely!💛

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[looseratinthegarage]

Heyyy can I get a little yautja x reader? Make up your own lil story or scenario or something, just go wild lmao

I just wanna see more thirsty pred content hehe. Please and thanks 🙏

This is about my Oc Muahrou. I hope you like it!! sorry it took so long <3

(Not proofread)

Debt

You lock your apartment door and put the keys in your back pocket. You walk down the mixed stone steps and start walking down the street. The sun had begun to set and you changed your pace to speed-walking. You make a left and walk through the emptying park, it’s a nice shortcut. You see families picking up their picnics and gathering their children. You shake your head and continue your journey. You place your hand in your pockets and repress a shiver.

You make a right and see your destination come into view. You happily skip up to the mom and pop diner and open the door, hearing a little jiggle.

“Ah, y/n, want your usual?” Mr Barone asked as he wiped the counter.

“Yes sir!” You smile and sit down at a table.

He chuckles and walks into the back. He begins barking orders at the chiefs and you shake your head fondly. You look down and pull out your phone. You scroll through social media for a moment and sigh when seeing no notifications.

You play a mindless game to pass the time while your mouth is practically watering. You look up at your battery and quickly turn the phone off. It was pretty close to dying and you’d really rather not walk home in the dark without a phone.

Mrs Barone walks out of the back with steaming food in hand. If you had a tail, it would be wagging. She giggled at your eagerness and placed the food down.

“Thank you ma’am!” You dig into your meal as if it would be your last.

“Of course, y/n! You really have to come over more often.” She smiles and pinches your cheek.

You smile back and resume inhaling your dinner. She walks behind the counter and starts counting the money in the register. Mr Barone comes out of the back and is seemingly fixated on something outside. He squints his eyes into the darkness then clears his throat and moves his attention to you. He plops down at your table on the other booth with a groan.

“It’s gettin pretty late, I’ll walk you home, don’t want any weirdos messin with ya.” He offers and leans back.

You smile at his concern and roll your eyes.

“I’ll be fine, grandpa.” You joke.

“I just want you to be safe, if I gotta be your grandfather to do that then so be it.” He laughed and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

You’ve become rather close with Mr and Mrs Barone, to the point of viewing them like family. You liked the idea of Mr Barone being your granddad, but you guessed he was only joking.

“I have my phone with me,” You try to convince him but he interrupts you.

“And you got my number?” He asks as he crosses his arms.

“Yes,” you roll your eyes fondly.

“And what do you do if something happens?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I’ll call you,” you reassure him.

“And it doesn’t matter what time it is, eh?” He shifts slightly.

“If I ever run into trouble, no matter what time, you’ll be the first person I call.” You smile at the grumpy old man.

“That’s my boy/girl/kid.” He ruffles your hair and stands up.

He walks over to the Mrs and kisses her on the cheek as she counts. At least he seems more at ease now. You finish up your food and begin walking to the back.

“Ah, ah,” he corrects.

You sigh and place the plate on the counter. You always try to clean up after yourself but he never lets you. It’s not like you weren’t allowed back there. You’ve gone many times, often when he proudly shows you new equipment or appliances. He just never wanted you to work, guess he likes taking care of you. Not that you're surprised, he had a son that died when he was young. Leaving a big hole in his heart, one that you happily filled.

You gave them both a kiss on the cheek and tried to pay, but as you expected he didn’t let you. He asked one more time if he could walk you home but you politely declined. He sighed and nodded.

You waved to them and opened the door, hearing the jingle once again. You took a deep breath and started your walk back home. Through the park is the easiest and quickest way, even though Mr Barone isn’t a big fan.

You enter and see that all of the families have moved on long ago. You hear a crunch underneath your foot and stop. You look down and see a brown paper bag, people really need to clean after themselves. You look around for a trash can and spot one. Sadly the light post above it had gone out. You walk into the darkness and throw the bag away, feeling rather satisfied with yourself.

You turn around and begin walking away then hear a bone chilling noise. Unnatural hisses. You slowly turn around looking for the cause. If it was a cat, it’s a weird freaking cat, you’ve never heard one making these noises. Then something all black walks into the light of the moon. You gasp and start slowly backing up.

It chased you, your heart pounded so heavily you thought it’d explode. It trips you with its tail and you fall to the ground hard. You gasp for air as the wind has been knocked out of you. The creature leaped at you, you screamed but managed to roll out of the way. Then out of nowhere a strangely dressed person jumps out and stabs the thing in the back of the head. It shrieks and turns around beginning to fight them.

Everything in your body told you to run, neither of them are human. But you couldn’t move, you were frozen. You snapped back to reality and grabbed your phone. You fumbled with it and went into the calling app. While you were distracted the thing had tried attacking you. Luckily the other creature blocked the attack and pushed you out of the way. You hit the floor and your phone goes flying.

You crawl towards it and grasp it in your hand. You hastily click his name and wait while it rings. He picks up the phone quickly.

“Are you alright-” He speaks worriedly but you interrupt him.

“Please help!! I’m scared!! Aah!” You roll out of the way from the two battling creatures.

“I’m at the park!! Please!!” You cry as you watch the two fight.

You look down at the phone and your heart sinks, it died. He won’t know where you are. You throw the phone to the side and look around for something to defend yourself with. You see a fallen tree branch and bolt for it. The ‘good’ creature was on the ground. It took your brain a minute to figure out that it was going to kill him.

Without thinking you start running at the thing. You hit it over the head but the branch brakes on impact. You gulp and back up slowly as it turns around. It stabs you through the chest with its tail. The world went in slow motion and your eyes widened. Once it pulled it out, time returned to normal. You cry out and fall to the ground.

Then something shoots it, and it wasn’t the other creature. You turn your head weakly and see Mr Barone with a shotgun. It only seemingly stuns the monster, but in that time the ‘good’ one was able to strike it fatally.

He threw the shotgun into the grass and ran to your side. He knelt down and cupped your cheeks. He pulls something that resembles a coin out from his pocket and shows it to the tall bipedal. They nod and walk over to you. The last thing you remember is being picked up by rough scaly hands and Mr Barone kissing your forehead.

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Just a little thing from a prompt I saw on Pinterest a couple days ago. Hope you like it, this is obviously a work of fiction (not because vampires aren't real, it's because i made the dynamics and character traits up in my head)

ENJOY...

“Stop being a pussy and just describe it to me, for fuck’s sake.” 

The one with dark eyes said exasperatedly. He kept moving the wine glass in his hands in circular movements as if he was wine-tasting. They were sloshed. To put it lightly. There was a storm out and their social battery was long out so they decided to have a quiet night in with some quality wine and shitty music. 

And, yes.

Vampires do have social batteries. And they do run out. I mean, can you blame them? They have been around far more than you have so try to imagine how bored they are of people of all kinds. 

“I am not to sit here and serenade you tonight Zaynie. No matter what insults you throw my way.”

Harry said, fixing the bright pink feather boa around his neck. “But how am I supposed to remember something from five centuries ago, would you enlighten me?” A tired voice was heard from his side. Zayn turned into a little baby when he was drunk, that was no surprise to Harry, though it was still hard to manage. Harry, on the other hand, acquired the attention span of a puppy, in an intoxicated state. 

“For God’s sake, piercing raven eyes with some dark brown hair, a stubble over bone structure that would give a man a heart attack on first sight, delicate frame, a posture that would get in the heads of many and that is it.” The latter finished with an edge, a little breathless from his mini-monologue. “Paired with a fashion sense that makes me want to puke.”

“Hey!”

A whine erupted from beside Harry, a light smack landing on his right arm from where Zayn was sitting. “You would fuck me in a hearbeat and you know it.” Raven eyes continued with a self-assured smirk on his face. At least that is what it was supposed to look like but hey, it is hard to plaster the exact expression you want on your face when you are wine-drunk.

“I mean… We would fuck for hours probably with both our staminas. So, yeah.” Harry said with a slight quirk to his brows. Which was in vain because they both knew it was never going to happen. They had approximately three hundred years to do that and still. Nothing. So, that boat sailed a long time ago for the boys. Now, they had too much love for each other to just reduce it to sex. 

Though Harry had to admit, Zayn was gorgeous. Any creature of any kind could see that. With their eyes closed. “You tell me mine, now.” Harry demanded after a few seconds of acknowledgement after his last statement. A low hum was heard from the other boy, indicating he was thinking. He was examining the almost empty wine glass in his and after an intake of breath he chugged the last remnants. 

“Princess hair, doe green eyes, a mouth that seems to only be able to sport either a cocky smirk or a child’s laughter, cute nose, and i refuse to talk about your dimples because they annoy me. You know the rest of your body, so that is it.” It was funny how Zayn very religiously refused to acknowledge Harry’s dimples because it was the first thing he said to him. Like ever. 

It all happened when Zayn first saw him in church. Fourteen-year-old Harry was not much different from the twenty four-year-old Harry in ways because both were irresistible. One happened to flash his chubby cheeks and dimples to everyone and the other had a glint in his eyes whenever he wanted to have something. So yeah, semantics. Anyways, Zayn was quickly trying to get out of the church but he accidently made eye contact with Harry, who didn’t hesitate to flash his deeper-than-black-holes dimples to him and the rest was history. 

“You know, my dimples were the fir–”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to remind me every time!” Zayn interrupted with an eye roll, almost seemingly hurting himself from the looks of it from how far he rolled them. Harry, on the other hand, giggled at his best friend’s reaction. 

“I will do so until I give my last breath.” Harry argued with a dramatic pout on his cherry lips, fixing his boa so that it would stop trying to choke him when he leaned his back to the sofa and closed his eyes. 

“Shh now.” Came a voice that was followed by similar movements of getting comfortable on the sofa. They finished their second bottle and now was time for them to nap a little. Yes, they didn’t need to sleep, certainly not as much as humans did but it was still okay to indulge in the beauties of the mortal world sometimes. 

Sue them.

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A Fool of Me

A/N: Hey guys! This one’s a request from @peachylemasters​. I hope I did it justice, I had to tweak some details to fit the plot but I think I hit all the notes. If you like this and wanna read some more of my stuff check out my Masterlist, or my series, I’m On Fire.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Spencer runs into a toxic ex-girlfriend at an event a kind receptionist saves him from himself.

Category: Equal doses of smut, angst, and fluff

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex, spanking, alcohol consumption, brief descriptions of panic/stress, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 4.7k 

Request: “Hey good morning or afternoon I heard you were taking requests. I thought of an idea we're Spencer Reid goes to a party and meets his ex. Things start off smooth and knows if he goes back to her, he will revisited bad and the good moments he had with her. Until a hostess see's Spencer going insane because he's talking to his ex. She helps him out and they start to know each other. Things get out of hands between them. So that was an idea. Don't know if I made it confusing. Have a great day✨❤”

   Spencer had had enough socializing for one day. It was enough that he had to attend panels all day, which really, he didn’t mind that part. He just hated having all the conversations afterward.

So his battery was really draining by the time the post-convention event was supposed to take place in the hotel’s ballroom. It was supposed to be a time for all of the people who’d spent the whole weekend working to finally blow off some steam. Have some non-work related conversations.

But Spencer hated parties. He didn’t like being surrounded by so many people, or having to have the same little nothing conversations over and over all evening. At least he was put up in a hotel this time around so he could retreat to the quiet of his room for a little while in the middle of the day, but that could only last so long.

She’s the very first thing he notices as he walks through the doors to the ballroom. Rachel. Perched on a high stool at the bar, hair cascading down her back, in perfect contrast to her dress. It was red and hugged her perfectly, like it always did. He’d seen her in it before a few times, he knew it made her feel confident.

He has no idea if he wants to talk to her, part of him wants to race over and give her his room key without a word. The other wants to turn on his heel immediately and bolt out of there. But he doesn't get to make the decision, she’s spotted him in the doorway and is more sure of herself. Beckoning him over with a wave.

He takes the stool next to her, and already he doesn’t feel great about it. She had this way of bewitching him, over and over he’d end up lying next to her in bed and waking up to an empty space in the morning. They couldn’t seem to keep their distance for very long.

When he sits she’s already ordered him a drink, and it’s his usual, and he hates that she remembered it. Or he hates that he likes the way it makes him feel warm inside. That it wasn’t just him who held onto some of their shared memories. So he takes a sip.

—

It’s been a slow night on the reception desk, so when Y/N sees him walking down the staircase into the lobby she can’t help but gawk. His suit is navy and impeccable, it fits him so snug on the shoulders that it must’ve been made for him. Which is a funny juxtaposition next to his hair which looks like he ran his fingers through it at best, curly, and unruly on top of his head. But it suits him.

She follows him with her eyes from her perch at the desk, watching him until he stops abruptly at the doorway to the ballroom. There’s a swarm of people gathered inside so maybe he was just the kind of person who was nervous around crowds. But that doesn’t feel right, the look on his face is all together terrified until it softens and he walks inside.

She has to move along the desk a little so she can see where he ends up once he makes it inside. And of course he’s next to a woman, a beautiful one too, in a tight dress. So that solves the mystery of why he looked so nervous. But that does little to actually satiate her desire to keep her eyes on him. On them.

Something doesn’t feel right about it, as thought it might not even be a date, like maybe this guy really didn’t want to be there. It must’ve been the way he looked at her, or the way he sat so awkwardly in his seat, his body language betraying him.

—

Spencer lets himself take her in for a moment, his eyes raking up and down her figure as she takes a prolonged sip from her wine glass. She might actually look better than the last time he’d seen her.

It had been a whole year. And they’d already been broken up, and back together, and broken up a few times over at that point. So it really was his fault that it happened again, they’d slept together, and she’d promised him more, and left him again. Like always.

He knew, he really did, deep down he knew she was bad for him. But she was magnetic.

“Do you like my dress Spence?” she asks, sultry and smooth. And she already knows he does, he’s told her before.

“You look very nice” he tries not to give too much away.

“I seem to recall you thinking I looked a hell of a lot more than nice in this dress?” she leans in a little as she speaks and it makes his heart flutter in his chest. But it somehow makes his stomach drop in the same instant. She turns her body towards his completely. Leaning in even closer now, and she puts her hand on his fucking thigh, and for a second he forgets how to breathe entirely.

“As a matter of fact” she coos, “I think I remember you telling me to keep it on while you fucked me, what was it, a year ago now?”

“372 days” is all he can force out. And he wants to lean into her touch, he wants to melt into her, let her do whatever she wants with him for as long as she wants to. But he knows it’ll just break him all over again. He wants to pull away but he just can’t, and he’s absolutely transfixed on her fingers squeezing his leg when they’re interrupted.

“Sorry, are you Dr. Spencer Reid?” the woman enquires, glancing at his little hand written name tag. He just forces a meek nod, “There’s a call for you if you want to follow me?” she motions for him to stand up and so he does, pulling himself from Rachel’s grip.

His immediate feeling is of overwhelming relief. He knew he was out of his depth from the moment he’d sat down. He was silently thankful for whatever case was about to whisk him away from this stupid convention.

He followed behind the woman, she led him out of the ballroom and down a quiet hotel hallway until she just stopped in her tracks in the middle of it, leaning against the wall. He could only look at her confused.

“The uh? The phone?” he tries to ask.

“Sorry,” she forces out a deep breath, “there actually wasn’t any call, I could tell— you looked like you needed some help?” she chances, “I’m really sorry if I overstepped, or misread that”

He lets out a huge sigh of relief, “Oh thank god”

“So I read it right?” she asks, relaxing against the wall now.

“So so right, you’ve got no idea” the relief only lasts for another moment before his eyes blow wide and he starts to pace frantically in the hallway.

“Dr. Reid? Are you okay? What’s going on?” she asks, trying to decipher his sharp change in mood. He starts to breathe in short panicked bursts and he seems like he’s really about to freak out again. She ushers him to take a seat in one of the plush armchairs that litters the hallway. So he does, and he immediately braces his head between his knees.

“Can I ask what’s wrong? Do you want me to get you some water?” He just shakes his head, his breathing unsteady and ragged, she recognizes it well.

“Spencer” She says it firm and commanding to get his attention, but soft enough not to startle him, “I want you to breathe in through your nose for me, we’re gonna do that for 4 seconds” she counts down for him, “now hold that breath for 7 seconds” she counts again, soft and slow, “then I want you to breathe all of that out through your mouth this time, and we’re gonna do that for 8 seconds.” He sits up straight and nods at her.

She counts out the cycle for him again and again until Spencer can feel his heart rate fall, settling into a steady rhythm of breathing until he feels calm again. And in this state he can finally take a good look at this girl. She’s crouched down next to him as he sits, with one of her hands resting against his knee. And instead of earlier, her hand feels comforting, grounding. It feels nice in an entirely different way than Rachel’s hand.

He looks down at the little gold name tag pinned to the lapel of her dress.

“Thank you Y/N” he says softly, and she smiles up at him.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” she tries again, gentle, not prying, just hoping.

“I left my jacket in there” he rubs his eyes with his hands like he’s in pain, “It’s got my phone and my wallet, but I can’t go back in there. If I go back she’ll suck me in again and I don’t want— I can’t!” she tries to soothe him, gently moving her hand along his leg.

“Don’t worry about that” she encourages, “Have you got your room key?” He quickly fumbles and pulls it out of the pocket of his slacks, and nods, awaiting further instruction.

“What room are you in?”

“407?”

“Great, you go on up, splash some cold water on your face and relax. I’m going to go get your stuff. I’ll tell that woman that you had an emergency and had to leave. Then I can can bring your jacket up to you. No problem” she says it like it’s obvious, and Spencer can barely contain his relief, all of the tension leaving his shoulders.

“Are you sure?” he asks,

“Positive” she confirms with a soft smile and a pat on his shoulder as she stands up.

—

Once Y/N’s confident he’s making his way back up stairs she heads straight to the ballroom. Now that she’s actually about to talk to this woman she’s nervous.

“Sorry ma’am” she starts, and the woman turns to look at her, and she’s so intimidatingly beautiful up this close, “your friend had an emergency and he’s got to leave. He asked me to send you his apologies.” her perfect face falls, unable to hide her disappointment. Y/N takes his jacket off the back of the chair and drapes it over her arm.

“Can you give him a message for me?” the woman asks, gripping Y/N by the elbow just as she makes her move to leave, she nods politely.

“Just tell him that I’ll get him next time” she says it like it’s some inside joke he’ll understand, but Y/N knows what she means and it honestly makes her feel a little sick. As she walks away she’s already decided she’s not going to tell Spencer anything.

—

Spencer’s been pacing around his room for the last 17 minutes. Y/N shouldn’t be taking this long, he wasn’t entirely sure why but he was getting himself worried again, working himself up over nothing. But his body relaxed when he heard a soft knock against the door, he all but sprinted over to open it. To her standing right there, his jacket draped over one arm and a room service platter gripped in her hands.

“Thank you” he exhales, pulling open the door so that she can could walk inside and leave both items down on the bed. He points to the platter, its contents covered by a large silver dome. “What’s…” he’s not really sure what to ask.

“I hope you don’t mind, I stopped by the kitchen on my way up, thought you might like some comfort food?” as she explains she pulls the dome off the tray, showing him the plethora of desert she’d taken from the kitchen.

“There was no need” he starts but she cuts him off.

“Nonsense! The guys in the kitchen don’t mind. If there’s nothing you like here I can have something else sent up?” she says it in a polished ‘customer service voice’, sickly sweet. And all of a sudden he feels a little silly that he hadn’t noticed it sooner. She was just a good employee, going the extra mile for a customer. This wasn’t about him.

“No, god no. You’ve done plenty already, and besides, I’m sure you’ve got to get back to work?” he tries to give her an out as they stand awkwardly looking at each other.

“Actually I’m good, I wont be missed” she begins but stops her train of thought, of course this was overstepping, she was probably freaking him out, “But you probably want to relax, I’ll get out of your hair” she nods politely and starts to make her way back to the door.

“Unless” it rushes out of him and he's not sure where it really came from, “When your shift’s over would you maybe want to— This is an awful lot of food—“ he just gives up on his original sentence and tries it all over again, “When’s your shift over?” her asks plainly and it startles her. But she can’t really do much to contain the grin that spreads across her cheeks.

“What time is it now?” she asks, pointing to the watch on his wrist.

“Uh, 11:43pm?” he offers.

“So 43 minutes ago” she feels silly saying it out loud now. That she’d gotten carried away watching him while she waited for her co-worker to take over the desk, and she just couldn’t stop herself from intervening the second her shift was over. But he doesn’t look freaked out by her admission, he looks genuinely happy for the first time since she’d laid eyes on him.

“You— You’ve been off this whole time?”

She gives him a little nod, bashful, “You looked like you needed help” she shrugs, trying to play it off.

“But I— You should’ve gone home, I would’ve been okay” no sooner does he get the words out than he realizes they’re a blatant lie, “That’s not true” he confesses, “If you’d’ve gone home I’d probably have already made so many stupid decisions by now and I’d be having my heart broken as we speak”

“Would you maybe want me to stay with you for a bit? Just to make sure you don’t go doing anything stupid?” she asks sultry, and it’s the first time she’s overtly flirted all night. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he nods wholeheartedly.

Admittedly he knows that if Y/N stays he’ll probably just make a different kind of stupid mistake, but he can allow himself this one.

“I’d like that a lot”

—

They sit cross legged on his bed for a while, sharing a slice of chocolate cake. Spencer had started trying to explain what his relationship with Rachel had been like but decided against it. She wasn't going to get to ruin any more of this night than she already had. Instead he changes focus in the only way he knows how.

“Did you know that chocolate can actually affect your mood significantly?” he says as she scoops a forkful of cake off the plate between them, “A key chemical in cacao stimulates the brains level of naturally occurring endorphins and increases the production of serotonin?”

She chews thoughtfully for a moment, “So that’s why cake makes me feel so good?” and he giggles, nodding enthusiastically, “Got any more genius?” she asks with a grin.

“Did you know that chocolate contains the amino acid L-arginine which can be an effective natural sex enhancer for both men and women?” he can already feel his face start to flush, why did he start saying this, “It increases nitric oxide and promotes blood flow to the sexual organs” he finishes the thought and feels like crawling in a hole.

She’s got no idea if he’s just passionate about facts and chocolate, or if this is just his version of putting on the moves, but what has she really go to lose here. So she takes the opening.

“You got me.” she says with a coy smile, “That was actually my plan all along, to ply you with chocolate” she scoops some of the chocolate icing from the top of the cake with her fingertip, popping it in-between her lips and sucking it off slowly, deliberately. She looks over at him and his eyes are fixed on her lips and the finger caught between them. When she removes it to talk she feels confident that she’s got his attention now.

“Did it work?” she almost moans it and his breathing pretty much stops.

Working on instinct he moves his body so that he’s right next to her, leaning right in, and he presses his lips to hers. She opens them right away and he can taste the chocolate that’s lingering on her tongue and it’s perfect.

It doesn’t last for long, but when they break apart she picks up the plate between them and places it safely on the nightstand. With the bed clear she sits up on her knees so she can move closer to Spencer, throwing her legs either side of his and straddling his lap. The skirt of her dress hiking up in the process to expose the smooth skin of her thighs.

Spencer’s hands fly straight down to them automatically, digging his nails in and pulling her closer, further up his lap. Her hands end up tangled in that perfectly messy hair of his, making it worse, but even more perfect at the same time.

They stay tangled like that for a while, grinding against one another, mouths moving frantically, hands squeezing, pulling. Desperately seeking contact.

It’s when she can feel him start to get hard beneath her that his mood seems to shift, changing his position so that he can flip her over completely. Laying her flat on her back on the bed, one of his hands pinning both of hers above her head as his other hand moves up the hem of her skirt. Inching further and further until he reached her panties, grazing the damp patch between her thighs.

“Fuck Spencer” she moans out at the contact, encouraging him, and he seems to appreciate it. His mouth attaching to her neck, sucking and biting in an attempt to leave his mark on her.

He lets up a few moments later, releasing her hands mostly so that he could begin to undo the buttons along the front of her dress, taking his time to unfasten each and every one of them so that it would fall open, exposing her to him.

“You’re so beautiful” he moans out, his hands starting to roam along all bare skin he could see. And she could feel every little touch, but she needed to see him, to touch him too. So she sat up as best as she could and began to undo the buttons of Spencer’s dress shirt. With his help they were both lying on the bed together in nothing but their underwear. Lips ferociously working against one another yet again.

“What do you like Spencer?” it comes out as a breathy moan when she can finally remove her lips from his for a second, “What do you want?”

He’s caught of guard by the question, Rachel never cared what he wanted. He looks down at her, the erratic rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips were slick and a little swollen, and the pure kindness behind her eyes. For a second he thought he might be in love already, but he knew that was silly. He had to think for a moment before he found the answer.

“Control” it escapes him before he realizes why. He’s never had it before, not in his love life, not in his sex life. But now, now he feels safe enough to ask.

“You want to be in charge?” she asks and he nods his head in confirmation.

“Okay” she smiles, “So tell me what to do” her eyes lock on his and he swears he can feel his heartbeat all over his entire body.

“Turn over” is the first thing he thinks of, and so she does.

Flipping over beneath him, her face tilted sideways so he can still see her as she lays on her front on top of the crisp white linen. He plants a soft kiss at the base of her neck and slowly snakes down along her spine, coming to a stop around her hips. He places his hands either side of her, gripping her hips with probably more force than necessary.

“Up” it’s just shy of a growl, and she complies, lifting her hips up off the bed, bending her knees beneath her. “No” he breathes out against her ear, “Just your hips” she adjusts her position a little and can hold it just long enough for him to slide one of the fluffy hotel pillows into the gap between her and the bed. Tilting her hips ever so slightly. “Perfect” he groans right against her ear.

He continues to move back down her body, once he reaches the swell of her ass this time though he grabs it roughly, his nails scratching the delicate skin as he paws at her. She can’t keep her moan contained as it rushes out of her.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice absolutely dripping with lust.

“Uh huh” she whines into the pillows. He takes that as a sign of encouragement, taking his hand off her before coming down swiftly on her ass cheek, she could feel the heat of it right away, the sharp sting of pain it left behind felt way better than it had any right to.

“Ah fuck” her moan rips through her without warning, so he does it again, a little harsher this time. And the noise echos throughout the room, followed by the filthiest moan Spencer’s ever heard in his life. It gets a little muffled in the pillows but he can still hear it.

“Harder” she lets out, and it’s such a small little voice.

“What was that Y/N?” he teases, leaning over her grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her face out of the pillows with it.

“Ah, harder, please” she begs this time and it makes him feel so, so good.

He returns to his position behind her again, raising his palm and letting it come down again in the exact same place where a raised handprint was starting to form already. The noises that escape her are pornographic and he had no idea his cock could even be this hard.

He takes some time to remove her panties, hooking his fingers into them on either side and peeling them down along her legs. The first thing he sees is how incredibly wet she is, dripping down the inside of her legs already.

“Oh you really liked that” he teases, “You’re fucking soaking wet from just a little spanking” she whines beneath him.

“Want you so bad” is all she can manage to say. He moves her legs a little further apart fully opening her up to him and he bites his lip at the picture in front of him. Taking two of his fingers he brings them right to her entrance, sinking them in slowly, curving them against her walls as he works in and out of her at an agonizing pace.

“Fuck, Spencer, oh my god” her breathing is frantic already as she squirms from the stimulation.

“Good girl, you think you’re ready to take my cock?” he asks, pushing in a third finger as deep at they’ll go, her back arches into his touch, forcing her ass further up against him.

“Yes, Spencer! Please!” she rasps as he drifts his thumb over her swollen clit.

“Okay baby” he pulls his fingers out of her, leaning forward again he brings his fingers up to her, and hooks them into her mouth, pulling her face up out of the pillows so he can hear her little whines. She sucks on the fingers in her mouth, tasting herself on them and at the same time she can feel Spencer’s cock pressed up against her ass.

Once she lets his fingers go he’s bracing himself above her, an arm either side of her torso, and his legs between hers. He takes some time to line up properly, before teasing at her entrance. When she’s practically begging beneath him he sinks in slowly.

“Spencer” she moans out uncontrollably. He’s not even fully inside of her yet and already she feels full.

“So fucking tight, so wet for me Y/N” he gasps, the feeling of her warm and clenching around him is almost too much. After she’s gotten used to the feeling of him he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, hitting right against her walls every single time.

She’s nearly crying at the stimulation, getting fucked into the bed, his cock pushing into her impossibly deep each time, hitting spots she didn’t even know she had. And there’s the added pleasure of the way his hips slam right up against her bruised ass each time he thrusts into her that just makes it all the sweeter.

She can tell he’s getting close now, by the way his movements are growing faster and a little less controlled by the second. But she wasn’t far off either, she couldn’t take much more.

“So close Spencer, feels so fucking good” she mumbles out.

And then the does the unexpected he changes his position, leaning down closer, so he was nearly flush against her back, almost pinning her down with his weight but not quite. The angle he hits her from now is definitely something new, she’s pretty sure he’s hitting right against her g-spot with every motion and she can’t contain herself now.

“Fuck! Spencer! Gonna cum” she’s pretty much screaming into the pillows and he continues to fuck into her. He’s releasing himself a moment later, his head coming to rest on her shoulder as he spills inside of her. Riding it out for another moment to two.

They stay like that for a little while, collapsed in a heap on top of one another, completely spent. When he does pull out he’s so careful, making sure she’s comfortable, racing to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and whatever lotion the hotel had.

He takes some time to clean her up before any of the mess they’ve made can dry between her legs. Then he takes some of the lotion and smooths it gently on the skin of her backside, taking care not to irritate it. He puts on a fresh pair of briefs and grabs her a t-shirt from his suitcase for her to sleep in, and her heart softens at the gesture.

When they both snuggle up under the covers, completely exhausted, she takes him in her arms, cuddling up to his back and spooning him. He needed to feel in control earlier, but she could tell what he needed now was comfort, safety, and reassurance that she wouldn’t be gone in the morning.

“Spencer?” she whispers against his ear,

“Y/N?” he responds in kind.

“Are you free for breakfast tomorrow?” she asks, and he knows she can’t see it with his back turned but he can’t contain the sleepy smile that he breaks out in. He’s only known this girl for a few hours and she was able to read him like a book.

“Absolutely”

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[secretlyblue12]

Day 7: Pumpkin picking

The first week done!!! That's so cool, I'm loving seeing everyone's stuff so far and really excited to see the rest of the month. XD This one is an IRL one based the vlog premise, so that's exciting. I kept switching between if I wanted to do this with Tommy or Tubbo, but ended up keeping it on Tubbo so yeah.

It had been an all-day event, but there would be at least two vlogs coming out of it so it was a day well spent for the group of friends. Both Tommy and Jack had done filming, but the day was coming to an end, and Tubbo was feeling all the energy he had put into it sputter out. Somehow Tommy was still going strong, and Wilbur and Jack were struggling to keep the ‘kids’ in order.

Tommy had run off with Jack somewhere, the two filmings each other running around the pumpkin patch, determined to find the perfect one before the other got it. Ranboo followed them from a distance, laughing and joking, holding cameras when needed, and such.

Tubbo sighed heavily, hefting his pumpkin higher against his chest. Wilbur gave him a strange look, bumping shoulders and nearly sending the unsuspecting Tubbo to the ground. He chuckled, making sure Tubbo wasn’t going to fall over, before asking if he was alright. “You just seem to be out of it right now.”

Tubbo nodded, “Just tired. We’ve been out all day, man, I am just ready to head home.” It wasn’t that he wasn’t having fun, just that his social battery had run out about an hour ago, and now he was just barely dragging on and keeping face for the cameras. He wanted to make sure he kept up with all the bits and jokes but found himself zoning out more often than not. “And my feet hurt, how far in do you think we’re going to have to walk in here before they’re all run out?”

Wilbur looked over at the trio who were crowded around a pile of pumpkins laughing at something. “Probably got a while left, do you want to sit down and rest a bit?” He suggested, looking for a clearing.

Tubbo nodded, letting Wilbur guide him over to the side without a word. Tommy’s screams faded away and before he knew it he was sitting in the grass, his pumpkin set off to the side and head between his knees. Wilbur put a hand on his shoulder before giving the teen space.

They sat like that, in mutual silence, till the distant conversations grew louder and closer, making Tubbo lookup with dull eyes and a slight grimace. Wilbur made some quick gestures, and the volume came down to inside voices.

“Are we done then?” Wilbur asked, stretching and leaning against a tree to push himself up.

Tommy and Jack nodded, both of them fiddling with their things to get them where they needed to be. “Yeah, missed you both towards the end. We might do some more filming on the way home, or do the outro real quick while we’re all together real quick.”

Jack and Tommy both finished up, showing off everyone’s pumpkins and zooming in on Tubbo, who was out for the count. Everything was finished quickly, and then there was the final talk of how the videos went, or what bits they would keep in. Everyone was packing up and gathering their things, well, everyone except Tubbo who remained firmly on the ground.

“Come on Tubs,” Tommy whined, reaching down to tug at his hand. “We’re going to bring you home now, sorry we stayed out so late.”

Tubbo whined, letting himself be dragged across the ground. “My leg’s hurt though, don’t make me stand up yet!”

Everyone laughed, making different efforts to get the boy standing. In the end, it took Ranboo jokingly offering Wilbur up for piggyback ride services. “Really? I- okay, is it bad if I’m actually considering it. My legs are killing me, dude.”

Wilbur hesitated, before leaning over. “Fine, but just because I think you might actually die if we made you walk.”

Watching Tubbo get to his feet was funny, after sitting for a while it was as if his legs had shut down. He felt like a newborn gazelle, shaky and unsteady, but Wilbur crouched down for him to get on. It only took another minute, and Ranboo offering to carry Tubbo’s pumpkin as well as his own, for them to be on their way.

“Really,” Wilbur teased, hiking tubbo up higher on his back, “the fact that you’re shorter than the rest of us is a good thing.” Ranboo snorted, and Tommy cackled. They had all heard Tubbo’s rants about how they were all just unnecessarily tall before, though Jack was the closest to his own height. When Tubbo whined into Wilbur’s neck, the older gave his knees a sympathetic squeeze, not expecting him to kick out with a squeak.

“Wihilbur, don’t do that.” Tubbo giggled, clinging on to Wil’s sweater.

Wilbur giggled deviously, “Oh, you’re ticklish then Tubbo? Maybe that will help your mood, get your energy back and all that.” He held on to Tubbo with one hand, reaching back with the other to scribble at his side. He wasn’t expecting much, Tubbo was wearing a rather thick sweatshirt, but Tubbo was tired enough that even the thought of it happening sent butterflies fluttering across his skin.

Tubbo giggled frantically, squirming as much as he could without running the risk of falling off his perch. “It wohon’t! Wihil, I- ihit tihihckles.”

Jack cooed at him off to the side. “Awe, look at him. He’s so sweet like this, can’t believe he was threatening to stab us just a few hours ago.”

Tommy was all but bouncing next to him. “Yeah! Get him Wil, Tubso needs to smile cause he’s been in a right state.” He switched his pumpkin over to one hand, poking at Tubbo’s other side and chuckling evilly when he jerked back and forth between him and Wilbur.

Tubbo kicked his legs and brought one arm down to swat at Tommy’s hand. “Stohop ihit! You’re nohot helpihing.”

Wilbur had to toss Tubbo back up in the air to keep him from slipping down. “You’re a squirmy little thing, aren’t you? Some help here guys? Make sure he doesn’t fall backward or anything.”

Jack followed Tommy’s lead, reaching over with a free hand and wiggling his fingers at the teen’s neck, smiling when Tubbo squealed and shook his head back and forth before hiding in Wil’s neck. He could see pink slowly making its way up Tubbo’s neck and to the tips of his ears through his hair. “Look at that, he’s going all red, isn’t he. Come get in on this Ranboo while you can.”

It was well known that Ranboo ended up being a common victim among everyone, so any chance he had to get he went for it.

Ranboo looked down at his hands, both of which were full of pumpkins, and then back up to Jack with a blank look on his face. “We might have a slight issue with that, I- um. I have pumpkins.”

“Doho it ahand I wihill kihihill you lahater Rahahan- TOHohomy, Naha!”

Jack looked over to where Tommy had snuck his hand between Tubbo and Wilbur, squeezing at his stomach and making Tubbo kick out violently. Jack couldn’t help but chuckle along, “Now that’s just mean, mate.”

Wilbur brought his other hand back to hold onto Tubbo more steadily. “Jeez man, you’re a kicker. ACK- careful, don’t choke me. Tommy not so much.” Wilbur jerked with Tubbo when he flung himself back to get away from Tommy, hands still around Wilbur’s neck.

Jack put his hand on Tubbo’s back, making sure he wouldn’t fall backward. “Switch me Ranboo, I’ll take the pumpkins.”

Tommy scooted over, letting Jack and Ranboo do a transfer and holding Tubbo up with one arm around his waist, still clawing into his tummy. “He’s fine, Wil. See, you’re fine, aren’t you Tubso? I think you were right, he’s getting his energy back now.”

Tubbo didn’t even bother to complain, just sinking back into Tommy’s chest, only to be transferred over to Ranboo.

“H-hi.”

Ranboo smiled down at Tubbo who was leaned back on him, head tilted all the way back to be able to look at him properly. “Hi, Tubbo. How’re you doing?”

Tubbo shook his head, not able to stop his anxious giggles. “You dohon’t have to do this, I’ll get you back ten times worse.”

“Mhm,” Ranboo hummed, “I think I do though. A-and you’ll do that no matter what so, an empty threat.”

Before Tubbo could make any more threats Ranboo had a hand sneaking under his shirt and scribbling on his side. Tubbo ended up releasing his hold on Wilbur entirely besides from where the eldest still had his legs under him and melting entirely into Ranboo’s chest. It was like lightning was coming right from Ranboo's fingertips, zaping every nerve ending until he couldn't even squirm away anymore to get away from the feeling.

He explored while he could, being careful not to wear Tubbo out too much more than he already was. The conversation carried on mostly like normal, with the occasional comment on if Tubbo’s laugh got high pitch or changed suddenly. They got a few odd looks when they got closer to the front of the pumpkin patch, but Ranboo wrapped it up and leaned Tubbo back against Wilbur’s back.

Tubbo just gave a half-hearted grumble, a few threats distinguishable between the mutterings along the lines of “Wait till later… get you back… not over.” which Wilbur would carefully warn Ranboo about later. A Tubbo with a reason for revenge was a Tubbo to fear after all.

He wouldn’t have to worry for now though, because, by the time Tommy opened the door for Wilbur to let Tubbo slide in, the boy was barely awake enough to register himself being moved, and Ranboo had to be careful not to let Tubbo collapse fully onto the ground.

They shuffled him around until he was buckled up, everyone else filing in after and settling into quiet conversations for the ride home.

Even Tubbo would have to admit though, by the end of the whole ordeal he felt a lot more positive than he had before. That didn’t mean the others would get off scot-free though, they’d just have to wait for him to rest up first.

#mcytickletober #tickletober #tickling #tickle fic #day 7 #First week!!! #lee!tubbo #ler!wilbur #ler!tommyinnit #ler!ranboo #ler!jackmanifold #IRL fic

[secretobsessionstuff]

i loved your anxiety fic so much!

if it’s not too much trouble could you write a similar one for anxious!Madix and caretaker!Riley using 4,37, 61, 85 from the sickee list please?

Ah I'm so glad you liked it! The lines come from THIS lovely post and I used:

4. “I-I need to sit down.”

37. "Thank you for taking care of me."

61. “M’ gn’a throw up ‘gain.”

85. "Please make it stop."

Content Warning: Anxiety Attack! Graphic description of vomiting.

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The restaurant was warm and dimly lit. On top of having just eaten a heavy meal and rich dessert, Riley was feeling sleepy. His social battery was running out, but Madix’s family did not appear tired in the least. They chatted and laughed even when the waitress cleared away all the plates. There were only steaming cups of coffee left on the table.

Conversation with Madix’s cousin did not come so easy anymore, but Riley pushed on because the party wasn’t dying down. It was Madix’s mom’s fiftieth birthday and the Gallaghers decided to celebrate by reserving the entire half of the restaurant for the evening. The many relatives crammed together on two long tables. Thankfully Riley sat at the end of one. Well technically Madix had the last spot, but his chair had been empty for quite some time now.

While vaguely listening to someone’s story, Riley looked around the area. Madix wasn’t at the other table. He wasn’t anywhere in sight. Riley wished Madix would come back to his seat soon because he could only fake his way through social interactions for so long.

Usually, Madix had no problem carrying the conversation. All Riley ever had to do was sit back and listen to other people talk. It was nice especially in situations like these when he didn’t know many people here. But Madix had been quiet, even while surrounded by his family. It was disconcerting yet not too surprising. Riley had a terrible sense of what might be wrong. This wasn’t Madix’s first time retreating into himself. The dissociating and far off looks in Madix’s eyes had gotten more frequent recently.

“Hey, Riley, where’s my brother?” Gavin asked from across the table. Gavin was of course Madix’s younger brother. His hair was a similar chocolate brown to Madix’s but shorter. He still had a baby face despite being a college student. “My mom wants do to pictures soon.”

Riley made a show of looking around. “I’m not sure. Bathroom maybe?”

“Still?”

Riley shrugged. He wouldn’t let the worry show on his face. “I’m sure he’ll be back soon. It’s not like he needs to be in every picture, anyway.”

Gavin chuckled at that. “You don’t know my mom that well.”

“Okay, well I can go and check on—”

“Ah there he is!” Gavin announced. A second later, Madix was standing over them. He planted both of his hands firmly on the table but didn’t sit down. Riley didn’t like the glazed looked in his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Finally,” Gavin said, addressing his brother. “Mom is asking about you. She wants to do pictures.”

Madix spoke as if he were out of breath. ‘Not right now, Gav.” He didn’t even look at his younger brother.

“What? I’m not the one asking. Are you going to tell—”

“Gavin. I said later.”

With a huff, Gavin stood up to leave. “Fine, but I’m not telling mom.”

Once his brother left, Madix dropped his head to his chin. It really did look like he ran around the world in a matter of minutes. Riley touched his boyfriend’s hand. “Are you okay?”

Madix shook his head, making his hair sway in front of his brow. “Will you come outside with me?” he mumbled.

Riley was on his feet before Madix could finish the last syllable. They walked quickly with their heads down so that no one could stop them on the way out.

Once outside, Madix put his hands on his knees and breathed heavily. He didn’t stay in that position for long. He switched to pacing with his hands behind his head. Then with his hands on his hips. His body didn’t stop moving.

“It’s happening again,” Madix said with his eyes closed. “Like someone pressed fast forward on everything.”

Riley already knew what was happening. “Okay. You know what to do. You just have to breathe and—”

“I hate this,” Madix said with a quiver in his voice. He sounded angry and scared. With the same nervous energy, Madix walked over to the wall and pushed his palm against the bricks. It must have been bad because Riley was usually able to help him breathe through it. It didn’t look like Madix wanted to breathe with him this time. “Please make it stop, Riley. Make it stop.”

“I can’t do anything until you look at me and breathe.” Riley gave Madix his space to move, even though he desperately wanted to touch Madix’s back. The boy did not turn around. His breathing did not get better. “You’re going to make yourself sick again, baby.”

Madix pushed his hand harder against the wall until the rough edges bit into his skin. He hoped the pain would take his mind off…his mind. And his roiling stomach. He wanted to kill all the unpleasant sensations with something that he could control. All throughout the party, Madix felt that familiar ache in his chest. Silently and slowly, the panic tightened in his ribcage. It was pressure and heat. By the time that the anxiety got to its peak, Madix was boiling in the pot and couldn’t jump out.

Since the first incident at Micah and Alexi’s house, Madix had been dreading another episode. And another one did happen while he and Riley had been at home. Just at home. That was the worst part. He was supposed to be safe and comfortable at home, but his heart didn’t feel comfortable in his chest anymore.

No, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that it was the fear of anxiety itself that caused the attack. He had officially entered the vicious cycle.

The anxiety that built up inside of him during dinner was sick of being trapped in his throat and his chest. It wanted out. It decided to force its way out through his mouth—not with words but with the food that curdled in his belly.

Madix let out a deep retch. With one hand, he braced himself against the wall as his stomach convulsed again. Thick vomit splattered in front of his shoes. It grated his throat on the way up. He moaned. Seconds after, his stomach gave another lurch, sending up smaller gush.

Riley jumped at the torrent of sick that rushed out of Madix’s mouth. He turned his back on the scene for only a moment, allowing the time to compose himself. It didn’t take long. Soon, he was rubbing Madix’s trembling back. Riley understood now that circumstances played a big part in his fear. It was Madix and he wasn’t just sick; he was trapped in his head and needed someone to pull him out. The vomiting was just another thing that Riley could help with. And he helped by making his presence known.

“I’m right here, Madix,” he said softly. “You’re not alone.”

Madix panted over the pile of sick that he made. Saliva dripped from his lips. “It’s going so fast, Riley.”

“It’ll pass. You know it will.” Riley knew at this point that ‘going fast’ was referring to Madix’s thoughts and his perception of the world. His thoughts were so busy that it distorted everything else. “Take a deep breathe, for me.”

Madix did as he was told. He inhaled, letting the air expand his chest. Even just that act gave him the illusion that his chest wasn’t so tight. He slowly exhaled, letting it drag the world back to its proper speed. With each breath, his heart rate slowed as well. There was still a roiling mess in his belly, but he was able to push away from the wall and face his boyfriend.

Riley grabbed his hands. “Is it getting better?”

“A little,” Madix mumbled.

“How are you feeling?”

“Dizzy.” Madix frowned as he began to sway towards Riley. “I-I need to sit down.”

Luckily, there was a bench around the corner, so Riley led them over to it. He crouched in front of Madix who sat with his elbows on his knees. He rubbed at Madix’s thighs while the boy buried his face in his hands.

“I don’t feel good,” he said with his hands muffling his voice. “I can’t go back in there.”

“There’s no rush.” Riley said. “Take all the time you need.”

Madix let out a shaly exhale. He sounded close to tears when he spoke. “Why is this happening, Riley?”

There was no simple answer. Riley knew what his textbooks would tell him, but it didn’t work so well in real life, not when there were a million variables and triggers to think of.

He knew that Madix didn’t get much sleep. He knew that his job was stressful. He knew that med students survived on coffee. Anything and nothing could have been causing this. “I’m not sure. But this is your third attack in a month. It might be time to talk to someone who’s more qualified than me.”

Madix moaned into his hands.

“Hey, it’s not that bad,” Riley assured him. “It’ll help to talk about what might be triggering you. It’ll be good for you.”

He moaned again.

“Well, you won’t get anywhere with that attitude.”

Madix shook his head. “No, it’s not—” his throat worked as he swallowed thickly. “…M’ gn’a throw up ‘gain.”

Riley’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh right. I should probably move.” He quickly stood up from his crouched position and took the spot next to Madix on the bench.

Madix spread his legs just as the vomit came rushing past his lips. His stomach was unsettled from the first round, and now it just had to empty itself of his heavy meal. There was enough on his mind, that his body couldn’t focus on digestion at the moment.

“Oh, babe,” Riley cooed as the wave of sick splattered on the sidewalk. He, of course, did not watch the puddle grow at their feet. “I’m sorry you have to go through this.”

Madix burped up a small mouthful of bile before wiping his mouth. His nose was running, but at least it wasn’t his thoughts that ran anymore. He sniffled while leaning back against the bench. His hand found Riley’s without trouble. His boyfriend’s hands were warm compared to his that were freezing. It was a good heat. “It helps that you’re here. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll always be here.” Riley lifted Madix’s hand to kiss it. “I promise.”

#emeto #emetophilia #emeto fic #sickfic #emeto fiction #emetophile #panic attack #anxiety attack #anxiety #tw anxiety attack #my ocs #Madix #Riley #vomiting #vomit kink #belly kink #puking #puke without plot

[cafedanslanuit]

the birthday dinner

pairing: hawks x gn!reader

words: 1.5k

summary: hawks receives a text from you inviting him to a birthday dinner. even if initially he wants nothing but to avoid such a meeting, he complies, not realizing he has a surprise ahead of himself.

tags/warnings: feel-good fic, pea-sized angst, soft hawks and all the happiness for him because he deserves it ~

notes: happy birthday to my favourite birdman! <3

Like every other morning, the first thing Keigo did when he woke up was check his work phone. He scrunched his eyebrows as he realized it was turned off. Was it malfunctioning? He should ask the commission for a new one. As he waited for the phone to turn on, he grabbed his personal phone, wondering if there were any missed messages during the night. There was only one unopened message with your name attached on it. He tapped on it curiously.

He didn’t realize he had been smiling until it disappeared in an instant.

“happy birthday baby!!!!!! <3 i love you so much. i know you’re working today but please please please come by my place around 9. i have something planned for both of us and i think you’re gonna like it. mwah, love you, have a great day!”

Keigo ran his fingers across his scalp, his mouth twisted in a line. He loved you, he did but there was nothing he wanted less than to celebrate it. His work phone started beeping non-stop as the birthday messages came by and he let out a loud sigh. He would take care of those later, he promised himself as he hopped off of the bed and onto the shower.

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Number Two Hero, Hawks, had perfected the art of fake smiles years ago. It was meant to calm down the public, to accompany his flirt persona and to hide what he was truly feeling or thinking. That’s why as soon as he entered his office, he feigned surprise when his agency jumped from behind their desks to wish him a happy birthday, the closest thing he had ever had to a birthday surprise party. They did it every year, yet Hawks would always open his mouth in surprise and put a hand on his chest, thanking everyone for the surprise and humming contently as he had a bite of the cake. After laughing with the rest of the agency, he would excuse himself, lying about paperwork or a meeting with another hero. He was such a good actor that everyone truly believed he was distraught about missing the rest of his birthday celebration.

That morning it was like every other year before. The surprise, the laughs, the cake. The online meeting he couldn’t miss. He went to his office and locked himself, his smile fading the instant he was alone. He let himself fall ungraciously on his chair and then took out his personal phone. He looked at your text again and realized he had never replied to it.

“sounds great dove. see ya <3”

The uninterested and slightly bothered look on his face didn’t match the text but he sent it anyway. Putting the phone away, he then took notice of his work phone and started going through the messages. He loathed the idea of thanking the Commission and other top heroes for their birthday wishes but he knew it had to be done. He wrote four different thank you messages on his notes app and then proceeded to randomly copy and paste them in the different messages, taking short breaks to eat the slice of matcha cake the office had given him.

He hated matcha cake.

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Hawks had scheduled a lunch meeting with Endeavor, but an hour before they were supposed to meet, his assistant called saying he had another urgent meeting. Having heard the news, the rest of the heroes in his agency had begged him for him to let them take him to lunch. Doing one of his best performances yet, Hawks had told them the Commission had asked him to lunch. Being a top hero got him special attention after all. He tried his best to ignore the other heroes' disappointed faces and wondered if they really felt bad at all.

An hour later, he sat on the rooftop of his agency, eating a fried chicken takeout with his hands. He sucked on his fingertips as he watched his phone screen, a reaction video of a movie he didn’t have the time to watch in its entirety. The idea of calling you crossed his mind for a brief second before he pushed it away completely.

You didn’t need to see him like this.

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Takami Keigo reached your place five minutes after nine o’clock. He had barely had time to take a shower before arriving and he already felt like his social battery was drained. When he knocked on your apartment door, he heard your voice telling him to come inside. You were still in the shower, apparently. He stepped inside, leaving his shoes on the side and looked around your apartment. There was no sign of a birthday dinner or unwanted guests, so at least he could relax about seeing other people. You came out of the bedroom wrapped up in a towel and gave him a big smile.

“Hey birthday boy,” you greeted him. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready. You do need to change though. I grabbed something for you, it’s on the coffee table,” you added, before disappearing in your bedroom.

Keigo looked down at his outfit. He had chosen a black fancy shirt and some designer jeans, knowing you had something planned out. Was that not enough? He couldn’t suppress the grimace appearing on his face. Did you have something really elegant planned out? He really didn’t want any other birthday celebrations. He had had enough of generic gifts and pretending to enjoy a date that only brought him sour memories about the disappointment of being a child whose parents would always forget about his birthdays.

He should say something to you, he thought, but the idea that you were already changing and that you had even gotten him fancy clothes to go with your idea made his chest hurt. Letting out a long sigh, he walked to the coffee table, where a big paper bag was waiting for him. He carried it to the sofa and emptied its containers.

Keigo didn’t understand when he saw a pair of sweatpants and a cotton t-shirt fall from the bag. With his eyebrows furrowed, he took the clothes to inspect them closer. They were new and incredibly soft. What kind of cotton was it? And why would he need to change into sweatpants for the birthday date you had planned?

As if you had listened to his questions, you appeared next to him, wearing your pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt. You had a big smile on your face as you circled your arms around his waist and pressed a kiss on his shoulder.

“What’s this?” Keigo asked, turning his head to you with an amused smile.

“I know you’re not really excited about your birthday, so--”

“How do you know that?” he interrupted with a cheeky smile. He turned on his heel and placed your arms around his neck, so he could hold your waist and pull you closer.

“I did ask you what did you want for your birthday a couple of weeks ago and you gave me the most unenthusiastic answer,” you chuckled. “Whatever you want, dove. I’m good,” you imitated him, exaggerating his dull voice to then let out a small laugh.

“Hey, I am pretty convincing,” he defended himself, tickling your sides and making you laugh even more.

“You are!” you assured him. “But now with me. I know all your tell-tales, Keigo,” you smiled, leaning your head to kiss his cheek.

He quickly moved his head so you ended up kissing his lips. Chuckling, you kissed him over and over on his pink lips, loving how he holds you even closer to him. You pulled away from him and held his face tenderly.

“I don’t know why you don’t like your birthday and I won’t ask. You can tell me, or not, whenever you’re ready. But I wanted us to have a relaxing night. Just the two of us, no fancy dinners, no expectations, not even the smallest reason you have to pretend to be okay. I don’t want you to pretend. Not when you’re with me, at least,” you shrugged with a sheepish smile.

Keigo looked down at you. There were so many words he wanted to tell you, all twisted and tangled on his mind, so he chose to the one truth he was always sure of.

“I love you,” he whispered, loving how his words drew a big smile on your face.

“Love you too,” you replied, pulling him closer and hugging him tightly.

Not even two seconds later, your doorbell rang. You pushed him away gently with an excited grin.

“The chicken is here! Let me get my wallet while you go change,” you said, before running to your bedroom barefoot, a content hum as you go through your drawers.

Keigo unbuttoned his shirt quickly. As soon as he put the t-shirt on, his body immediately relaxed. Not only was the fabric soft, but it smelt like you. He started thinking maybe you had put some of your perfume on them and he couldn’t be happier about that.

Maybe this was going to be a good birthday after all.

#bnha x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo #keigo takami #bnha hawks #hawks #mha x reader #mha hawks

[honestsycrets]

Say Your Piece II: Heart Breaker

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader, hvitserk x ?

❛ type | double triple? shot, mistakes were made au

❛ chp summary | after the reader says she doesn’t want hvitserk; he makes a bad decision. it gets worse from there.

❛  tags | plus size reader, verbal arguments, extreme social anxiety, extreme body insecurity, drinking, hateful words, illustrator hvitserk x writer reader, mention of infidelity, shame, OCs, sexual frustration, blackmail, cheating mentioned, verbal abuse, sexual blackmail, poor communication? it’s more likely than you think. tags to be added.

❛ request | So Hvitserk request (you a asked for it 😂) Remember the Little Lovers event and the self-conscient plus size reader who didn’t want to have sex ?Well I didn’t get the sex lol. I want my Hvitserk to show a woman how her body is enjoyable. Thank you 😊 for @alicedopey

❛ sy’s note | i’ll eventually get you your sex scene, DAMN IT.

He wakes with a blaring headache caused by a stream of fresh morning light against his soft cheek. He pulls his arms around you-- or, what he thought was you, as the moment he does so, he knows it’s wrong. Where soft folds and overflowing breasts were, he finds thin limbs and small breasts.

It’s not your body-- he realizes all at once. The high rise apartment that overlooked the city wasn’t, either. It was the fruit of an accomplished older woman, whose many books hovered on a white shelf beside a white bed. Everything in the room holds the same pure standard. He flings himself from the bed, his naked ass colliding with a nightstand. The items ripple over the surface and settle into new positions. The woman pushes up, dragging the painfully monochrome white fluffy sheet to cover her flat chest. 

“Hvitserk?” 

Erika, in all her sharp-eyed glory, stares right back at him. Vomit spins up his throat, incited by the affection by with her eyes considered him. Hvitserk scrambles over the perfectly plain hardwood floors, upchucking up what’s left of his agitated stomach after his pathetic night out on the town. 

“Hvitserk!” 

Her spindly hand is at his back. Ordinarily, she was a comfort in your absence. That despite her pushing, and pushing, and pushing to get your name off “his” book, she would always be there for him in ways that a lover could not. Author-illustrators make so much more than being an illustrator alone, she reminded him. Her considerate words now feel like measured steps against his relationship. Her touch rips his skin into gooseflesh. Hvitserk works his shoulder away, his knuckles becoming white around the bowl.

“You drank too much last night.” it’s a non-question. Obviously, if he were here, he had. He groans his miserable response into the toilet bowl, wishing he could smother himself in the water, as it would be a better punishment than anything his girlfriend could do to him. “I’ll make you some coffee.” 

Her steps become distant echoes. When he finishes and cleans after himself, he starts his search for his clothes. He picks them from a singular pile, draws them back on, and reaches for his phone. It bleats a miserable eight percent battery life.

“She didn’t call if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Ericka stands in a silvery slip; although he’s not sure when she put on some clothes. She hands him his cup of coffee and takes a seat on her “divorce couch”, a plain grey chair that she scammed her ex-husband out of. As she sits there, all long limbs, and purposefully sultry clothes-- the guilt strikes him.

Hvitserk takes a sip of bitter, burnt black coffee. She’s never been a great coffee maker but her heart is in the right place. It wouldn’t feel right to snuff her. After all, he probably spent the night before buried in her cunt. 

“You called me to pick you up at the bar last night. You were so drunk all you wanted to do was lay on my chest,” Ericka pulls a sheer black kimono over her thin collarbones. His eyes fall on her hands. “I told you she’d break your heart. Women like that-- once they get over a certain weight-- they aren’t emotionally available to do anything but eat. It consumes them.” 

“She ain’t like that.”

“If she’s not like that, then why did you have sex with me? Be honest with yourself, Hvitserk. Your needs aren’t met with her. That’s why you needed me.” 

His mouth runs dry. Like he’s been chewing on his regret as if it were paper. He couldn’t remember the night before. It was like a bad memory he never wanted to recover. Hvitserk glances down to his cup as he sinks onto her bed. 

“It was an accident,” he glares at the surface. “I- You know I can’t be with you, right? You’re--” 

“Old?” she asks. He’s never cared about something as simple as that. Twelve years his senior or not, it wasn’t an issue.

“It’s not that. C’mon Erika, you know I don’t give a shit about age. She’s my baby girl.” 

“You’re going to stay with her? A woman like that?” 

“Like what?” Hvitserk sets the coffee on the nightstand as he snaps at her before he could bite it back. He knew what she meant. Erika’s long ranging sigh reminds him of Aslaug. How tenderly her hands would wrap around him even though they were truly tainted with alcohol perfuming off her breath. 

“I’ve been your agent for years Hvitserk. We go through this every time you find a girl. This oen is by far the worst. She doesn’t care about you. Look at all that work you did for her yesterday. The pendant you bought her. The work you’ve put into her books! You even pick up all the food she eats. She won’t go outside of her house and you still expect that she’ll suddenly become this fat trophy wife on your arm.” 

“Just because she’s fat don’t--” 

“It isn’t about the fat, Hvitserk.  How many times does she have to show you, or tell you for you to get the picture through your stupid head, huh? She doesn’t want you! And you have the balls to call me a fucking accident.” 

“Erika--” 

She leaps up from her chair. Hvitserk sucks in a hard breath and tries to find sense through the nonsense, looking through his phone. Erika was right. You hadn’t sent a message. Not in his texts, not on his social media. More egregiously, he spots a new post. Ericka’s hands fold over his, pushing him back to sit on the bed. She slides over his thin hips and takes a seat on his empty lap. It was painfully simple, painfully domestic, and painfully wrong.

“Let me tell you what I’ve learned in forty years,” Erika whispered in his ear. Her thin lips move, gliding like butter in his ear. “If someone doesn’t want you, there’s nothing you can do to change that.” Her fingers comb through his hair, like slimy tendrils. “But I’m here.” 

Hvitserk tips his head nack, gazing at the ceiling. Her palm caresses his scruffy jawline to drag his attention from the ceiling to her soft blue eyes, a painless depth, if only he would listen to her words. Hvitserk shifts her back on the bed, loitering around her waist with a supportive hand on the base of her back.

“I know you care ‘bout me. I just-- need some time, okay?” 

It doesn’t slip him that she’s scowling as he walks out of her home. There was someone he could count upon, when things were difficult, his phone buzzing in his palm reminded him of that. 

“Hey, Ivar.” 

Or, maybe not.

“You fucked her?” Ivar stopped chewing his pastry, ambling his head one way then another, laughing against himself. He took his mug of properly brewed coffee to his lips. Hvitserk regrets agreeing to meet him at the cafe. “What were you thinking sleeping with your agent?”

“I wasn’t thinking! I was drunk--” Hvitserk set his hand to his forehead. He has no appetite as he cycled through what he had done, searching out the moment that he called Erika. He fails to locate anything but quiet sobbing behind the neck of a beer bottle and a distant, squeamish feeling of fingers down his nape. “I think she took advantage of me.” 

Ivar sets down his cup of coffee, picking up a fork and knife as he leaned over the table, lips punctuating each word. 

“Yes, well, I am sure that will go over with your girlfriend well. I’m sorry, I slept with my skinny, well-established agent who has been wanting me to get rid of you. That bitch has been after you for years. What do you think she will do now? She won’t let you go.”

“She understands,” he reflects at the monochrome crowd. His plate is full but has gone cold with his lack of appetite. Normally, this was the place he came with his brother to binge breakfast and muse about women. Ubbe wouldn’t care about his issues: he never had time for anyone but himself. Not really. Ivar scoffed, gazing into the foot traffic flitting by their cafe. 

“Tch, I’m sure she does. She will probably break up with you.” 

He bobbed his head.

“I think she already has.” 

A normal man would come to beg. 

But Hvitserk draws in the deep quiet of the park. With only the barks of dogs, the giggles of children, and the occasional frequency from couples watching movies in the park, it’s a place of solace by the small pond. 

He starts with an outline of Xiao’s small face. It’s a rough outline, budding and ready to be kissed with by watercolours. Soft pinks like petals of peonies droop in his photo. He must have blended this shade wrong. Line after line that he sweeps, he weeps. His phone jingles in his pocket and his heart tightens around his chest like a straight jacket to someone in an insane asylum. He must be going crazy-- if he too can no longer paint.

“Where are you?!” you boom on the other end of the line. Hvitserk fumbles his phone, suckling in a breath. Had Ivar told you? No, his brother wouldn’t. Not Ivar. He was never a gossiper. 

“In-- in the park?” 

“What has gotten into you? You could have at least texted me to tell me you were okay. I was worried sick!” 

You? Worried sick? This wasn’t the you from yesterday. The one that pelted out how selfish he was for craving intimacy. The one that told him that all he wanted was to sexualize you. As if he were some sixty year old pervert with a camera in hand to click a picture of under your beautiful pastel skirts. Hvitserk sets the brushes into his cup of water and sets aside Xiao’s painting to dry.

“Hvitserk!” 

“I’m here,” he blurts out. “I didn’t think you’d care. You didn’t call.” 

“Like I didn’t I call you all night.” 

Something cracks, deep in his belly. With all the days of work he’d done for you and you alone, he forgot himself in the mix. He jerked his phone back, frantically looking at his phone app. No recent calls meant what they meant. When he finds nothing, it only thrusts him into a further rage. 

“Bullshit,” he belts out. “You didn’t. You didn’t care about me last night. You never fuckin’ do.” 

“Hvit--” he turns off his phone. There was a sliver of a moment in which he regrets that on the basis of last night. Maybe you rejected him, but he wasn’t an idiot. A man simply didn’t cheat on his girlfriend because she said no. 

He packs up his bag and heads toward the football field. It’s time to play football.

He smashes Ubbe on the field. If he wasn’t at peace with being an illustrator, maybe he could have been a ballplayer. Flipping the ball from foot to foot with Ubbe on his trailing his tail was fun, but watching him try and miss as he thwacked the ball on its net was even better. Unlike Ubbe’s well-proportioned body, he’s all long limbs and quick feet. Just the right combination to slip out of Ubbe’s grasp. Well, that was, until Ubbe tackled his ass onto the blades of grass, sending the both of them rolling through the grasp.

“Bro, really?!” Hvitserk laughs, dropping back onto the grass. The skid marks on his clothes would be unreal. 

“If I can’t catch you,” Ubbe heaves, digging his hand into his pocket. He finds his phone there, vibrating with messages from Torvi: probably. Hvitserk shoves his arms behind his neck, drawing out breath after ragged breath. 

“Wanna go eat?” 

“Na,” Ubbe shoves himself onto your feet. “Your girl is here.”

His what? Ubbe rushes off. A sinking feeling came over his clammy hands. He opens his mouth to beg him not to go, to take him along with like he used to as a child. He’s terrible at making up and hours ago, he’d hung up on you. His lips press together, soothing himself with the false pretense that-- no, it would be fine. If you didn’t apologize, perhaps neither would he. 

He finds you on the other side of the soccer field, fashioning his favorite sundress. There’s something glamorous about its corset bodice and its draped sleeves that left him breathless. He wills down his terrible arousal, drawn to the pendant he bought you nestled between your large breasts. You wait for him by his things, pulling the rim of a broad pale hat and looking down at beautiful chunky nude heels. 

You’re beautiful and terrifying all in one. He regains himself enough to make his legs solidify from the liquidy mass they were seconds ago. He might feel much like a newborn calf falling over himself to get his things, but perhaps he looked better than he felt. Women like sweaty, stupid men, right?

“What are you doing here?” he picks up his things. “I thought you didn’t like to be seen in public.”

“You hung up on me,” you hold his tablet flush against your dress and offer it out to him. He takes it and secures it back in his bag. “I had to come to find you.” 

“Yeah? I’ll bet.” Hvitserk wills down the painful throbbing behind his joggers, pulling his bag to obscure the pain he was in. The sooner he went home, the sooner he could jerk himself off without the overwhelming guilt of being, as he was, a whore. Why couldn’t he stay mad? He wanted to stay mad! “You look... nice. Never seen you looking so nice. What’s the occasion?” 

“You like it?” You pull out the skirt and stop to do a twirl that he curses himself for stopping for. Normally, his girl wouldn’t even go outside. Who was this? He’s aware of others watching-- the fat girl in a flashy dress. “I wore it for you.”

“Yeah, I do.” He moistens his lips, his voice raspy and thick. “Looks like an angel.” 

“Does that mean you’ll come back home?” You reach out for him. Your soft hands winding around his well-corded arm. He realizes then, the confidence in which you carried yourself masked the desperation in your hands. They trembled over his bicep. “I’ll be good, I promise I won’t yell at you again like that. I wouldn’t even be mad if you-- you found someone else to fuck. I know you-- I know you need it. If you can’t get it from me, I can wait on the side. As long as you’re not in love.”

“Hey,” he softened, settling his hand atop of yours. He stops midstep, turning on his high tops on the sidewalk. He takes your hands and listens waits for your outpouring of emotion. Traffic passes by him. They speak in hushed whispers. “Hey, hey, hey. Baby girl wait-- that’s not -- what are you talking about?”

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that but you were pushing and pushing and wouldn’t stop! I didn’t know what to do. I want to have sex with you,” you squeeze his fingertips. “But you don’t know what it’s like to be fat, old virgin.” 

He was trying to listen. He really was. The moment you spoke that word: that v-word, his mind went blank and numb. You’re still talking long after he’s stopped listening. Hvitserk sucks in a breath: it sends him into a flurry, pursuing the bone of your virginity long after you’ve stopped talking.

“What do you--” his lips twitch, drawing in a smile. “--mean a virgin?” 

“I haven’t had sex-- I… I wanted to--” 

His girl-- a virgin. He wants to smile, if not for the knowledge of the other night, waking up in Erika’s itchy sheets. Hvitserk knows that he has to tell you, he only doesn’t know how. You’re talking again. 

“What did you say?” he asks. 

“I want you to do it,” you answer. “Right now. Just forgive me.” 

He about drops, a moistness coming over his mouth that he can’t-- exactly-- help. His palms feel just as hot, sweating as he pulls them free from yours. Clearing his throat, he slips his hand against the small of your back. 

“Na, let’s… let’s take it easy. We’ll talk ‘bout it later.” 

He wants that virginity. 

But logically, oh woe is he, he knows it’s not really right to take someone’s virginity if they’re not all there. You’re not all there because you don’t know of that night. It’s like, consent, right? Bad consent was just jerking your ankle like some Viking and dragging you into bed with him. If he was going to do it, he told himself, you had to know what he’d done. 

It was a slip-up. 

Hvitserk finished another drawing for his new book independent of your input. It was a children’s book about good bodies-- because as he looked at your good body, he was reminded of Ericka’s cruel words. He wanted to do better for lil kids.

“Hvitserk, your phone is ringing,” you said pointedly from across the room where you sat like a madwoman. Your frantic papers sat nestled around a basket of shared chicken he made for lunch. 

“Huh?” Tapping over, he recognizes Erika’s photo, planting a kiss on his cheek on his first big break. She had been the first one to really believe in him. It was a long time ago now, he reminds himself to change that to something more… suitable after last night. He gestures his fingers at you. “Thanks, baby girl.”

He answers the phone. The moment he does, he hears Erika’s flat voice snaking into a hiss. It’s a noise that he hasn’t heard. Not in all his years of having her as his patient agent. 

“You’re with her, aren’t you?” 

“No, I’m uh-- with Ubbe.” He throws you a glance. You tilt your head, he shakes his, and that’s the terrible loneliness of holding a secret. “Erika--” Hvitserk sighs, parting his lips to talk. She shushes him with such severity that he thinks she’s trying to lop his head off, too. 

“Break it off.” 

“What?”

He steps outside and leans against the cold metal door separating the high-rise apartments from, well, the outside world. He expects to see her standing out there. All he finds are the many cars parked on the street and the stillness of movement. It’s too quiet. The whistle of the wind through the street chills him. 

“I know you’re with her. I can tell her for you if you’d like.” 

“No. Don’t--” Hvitserk sighs, searching for the words in the silence. “I don’t think you understand. We worked through it.” 

She laughs something from deep in her belly at him.

“I wasn’t asking. Either you do it— or I’ll make you do it. You obviously don’t know what’s best for yourself. Why else are you fucking around with some--” He collapses on the stairs, cradling the phone to his ear as she goes on. “Don’t think I won’t expose her for what she is. A thief.”

“She’s never-- Why the fuck are you doing this?”

“You told me you would take care of it. Something you’ve failed to do-- I should have known you couldn’t do it. ”

“If this shit is about yesterday--” 

“I’ll give you one more chance to break it off if you come over tonight.” 

“Are you blackmailing me?” There’s a pause on the other line. Then a chuckle. A long winded, painful chuckle. He should have known better. That night-- calling it an accident wasn’t exactly tolerable for a woman like Erika. She wasn’t the kind of woman who could be easily ignored.

“If that’s what I have to do.” 

 He chokes out a sob. Ivar was right. She wasn’t going to let him go.

“Fuckin’-- fuckin’ fine.” 

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It’s not going to be alright

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 2 300 Genre: Angst, fluff, comfort TW: Anxiety attack, sort of Summary: (Y/n) brings Gerard to meet their parents. It doesn’t go as well as expected. Requested by @thegnotecannothurtusanymore​ a/n: I hope this is what you wanted and that you like it

"Do I look fine?" Gerard still sounds insecure as he stands in front of the mirror, adjusting his jacket lightly while also checking his hair and makeup, turning his head from side to side slowly a few times. He repeatedly runs his fingers through his hair, a sharp sigh escaping his nose.

"Of course, you always do," I say with a smile, standing behind him and observing him through the mirror. "C'mon, you don't need to be so nervous. I don't even care if they don't like or approve you, this is just because they're curious about you." Wrapping my hands around his wrists, I pull his hands away from himself in an attempt of helping Gerard with calming down. He's already perfect.

"But... Still, what if they try to separate us?" To say Gerard is worried is a euphemism.

I push Gerard to sit down on his bed and place my hands on his shoulders. "Listen, they're just my parents, not me. It doesn't matter whether they like you or not. They can't control me the whole time. We can, dunno, run away if we need to, don't worry about it!" I smile in an attempt of cheering him up and it seems to work.

Gerard noticeably relaxes under my touch. He wraps his arms around me and brings me closer, his head against my abdomen.

"It's going to be alright, Gee," I tell him softly as playing with his hair. He nods hesitantly.

We've been together for around a year now and, from hearing so much about me having a boyfriend and never seeing him, my parents decided that I should bring him home for dinner. Gerard almost freaked out because of it at first, something I completely don't judge him for. He was desperate about finding formal clothes for the dinner, but I told him to dress... like himself, just a kinda formal due to the occasion, but not completely. There would be no point for him to dress up in something he is uncomfortable with and to pretend to be someone he isn't just for my parents. If they're going to accept him, they must accept him the way he is and the way I love him.

Not to mention that we wouldn't be able to sustain a lie for too long. It's relatively easy hearing rumors about Gerard – after all, there aren't many other punk kids in the city. Also, if they hypothetically liked him like that and called him over for dinner more often, it would be an even harder thing to maintain. He can't hide all the scars or wounds all the time neither lie about some of them.

"What time is it? Maybe we should get going," Gerard says as he reaches for his phone and checks on it without letting me move away. "Yeah, we should," he answers himself and looks up at me, smiling a bit.

Soon, we are in my car and heading over to my place. I had come over to help him with getting ready and just to make sure he wouldn't mess up with anything because of getting too anxious.

"It's going to be alright," I repeat myself before we leave the car. Gerard does his best to smile in response while nodding. We leave the car and move to the front door, where I reassure him once again by giving his hand a light squeeze then I walk in. "Hey, we've arrived," I call to my parents as Gerard closes the door behind us.

"We're over here in the dining room, dear," my mother's voice comes from the said place.

The table is nicely set, the trays and pans filled with food we usually just eat on Sundays or certain occasions, what makes me smile at the same time I see it. Gerard seems just as pleased, an also appreciative air over his features as he looks at everything, cheeks growing red when his eyes meet mine.

When I look at my parents, however, their reaction isn't in any way pleasing. They look at Gerard like if they were expecting gold, but were just given a cheap copy instead or something completely different.

"Um," Gerard breaks the tense silence, seeming to not really have noticed my parents' reaction. "I'm Gerard, Gerard Way. It's nice to finally meet you." He smiles, looking at the two with nervous eyes. Well, now he's noticed it.

"Oh, so you're Gerard." The word sounds bitter coming from my father. He looks away, lips pursed and he doesn't make any effort in hiding his light displeasure. My mother takes the same path, a clearly forced smile decorating her lips as she slowly nods, drowning the room in awkwardness. I hate her for it. I mean, they don't even know Gerard yet.

A sigh escapes my lips as I just pull on Gerard's hand for him to sit down already as I do so myself, concluding my parents won't tell us to do it. Annoying. My parents do the same.

"Okay, so... Gerard," my mother speaks up first while everyone is serving themselves. He hums questioningly, smiling a bit. She continues. "Do you work? Do you do anything besides studying?"

"I actually don't need to work," Gerard replies, pushing his chair closer to the table after taking all the food he wanted. "I draw a lot in my free time and I've been trying to publish a comic."

Approval? No. The same displeasure shows itself on their faces, poorly hidden by fake smiles.

"Oh, that's... interesting," my mother breathes a chuckle, looking down at her food. Her chuckle sounds more of a 'look at how stupid he is' thing. Okay, okay, maybe I'm imagining things, right...? Let me avert my attention away from it.

"Gerard is excellent at drawing." I smile proudly and share a look with Gerard, who seems more relieved with my comment.

My mother makes an unconvinced face, but she doesn't have the opportunity to continue talking because my father speaks up next. "And you're off school soon, right? Have you already applied for any college?" He seems a bit more friendly than my mother, something I believe to be a brief impression due to how he's barely talked until now.

"Yeah, I've been accepted in the school of visual arts in NY," Gerard breathes with a proud air, already concluding how tiring it's all gonna be. In a social battery sense. The two will probably question Gerard until he walks out that door. It's going to be exhausting.

"Arts?" More reproval. My father raises his eyebrows amused after Gerard nods and my mother holds back a sigh, moving to sip on her glass of soda like if she can't handle it all. "That's peculiar, certainly. Something really difficult to get a future in, isn't it?" He says in clear mocking and looks at my mother. Look at this fool; I can practically hear them thinking. I don't know if it makes me angry or sad or both. Honestly, I already predicted things weren't going to turn out well, but this is just terrible.

"Like if Gerard would ever fail in anything while he's got so many talents like that," I roll my eyes. My comment goes ignored apart from how Gerard blushes and grins.

"Oh, but I've got a band in case anything goes wrong!" Gerard shrugs in a sudden wave of confidence.

"His band is awesome," I add. Ignored. Hah.

"A band!" A laughter comes from my father and my mother follows suit. They spend a moment laughing, but reality seems to hit them again before the fact Gerard and I remained in silent, both of us observing them in disbelief.

My mother shakes her head in dismissal as covering her mouth for a moment – at least making an effort, what seemed to be too hard to my father. "Erm, that's wonderful! Wonderful," she says.

A sigh escaped my lips at the thought I'll probably pull Gerard out of here myself soon if things continue like that.

Thankfully, some minutes into the dinner, we've got some peace, but all the evil comments and mocking continue right after. Sometimes my parents do apologize. Not genuinely, tho. For real, I feel like it would've been easier if they just got angry and kicked us out as soon as seeing Gerard or something instead of opting for psychological torture. I'm feeling attacked myself.

The dinner being over almost feels like a miracle to me – I quickly stand up from my chair and pull Gerard along with me.

"So, I'll be heading to Gerard's tonight. I'm spending the night at his place, like I promised," I say as giving his hand a light squeeze, running my thumb over his knuckles softly.

He seems really uncomfortable.

"Oh, you are?" My mother sighs, shaking her head to herself. "Okay then, just remember to come home. Love you, dear, see you," she says to me before she takes a good look at Gerard, then walks away to the kitchen with the dirty dishes in hands, not even bothering to tell him a goodbye or anything.

"Goodbye..." I mutter, starting to walk.

"G-Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. (l/n)! Thanks for the food and for receiving me," Gerard calls, the nervousness starting to show when we're about to leave the house. If I were him, I wouldn't even have said anything.

Feeling the cold night air embracing me is extremely relieving. Being away from the two is relieving. I'm still revolted about everything that has happened; it wasn't kind at all. I look at Gerard, worried. "Are you alright, love?"

"Yeah, sugar, don't worry," he reassures me. His words sound empty. I don't question.

Gerard tries to keep the tough posture until when we arrive to his place and we're already in comfortable clothes, lazing around on his bed. He's clearly not fine – you can notice it through how he acts, his glassy eyes, difficulty on keeping his focus... We will talk about it whenever he is ready.

At some point, my phone starts ringing. My mother. I sigh.

"I'll be right back, Gee, my mom's calling." I press a kiss to his cheek then leave the room and the house, heading to the back porch. It will be uncomfortable having anyone else listening to this while Mikey and Donna are also so nice to me.

"(Y/n)," the angry tone comes from the other end of the line as soon as I answer the call. "That boy is terrible. I'm sure you've noticed how we didn't enjoy him any bit. He's stupid, he's just got no future. You deserve something better, my love," her voice softens. "We just let you go over to his place because it would be impolite to not to after everything."

Ah, there it is. The hypocrisy.

"Well, and I'm sure you've noticed that I don't care about what you two think. You liked Gerard and everything I told you about him until you saw him. That's stupid. You guys didn't even allow yourselves to get to know him properly and already got like that." No, I've got no patience to deal with this. I groan to myself as leaning against the railing and observing what I can see of the back garden.

"We know that kind of people, okay? Trust us, you're not gonna-"

I hang up. And set my phone in the do not disturb mode. I'm not listening to bullshit about Gerard while he's so sweet and loving and...

Putting my phone away, I rub my face and try to get rid of the stress before walking back in.

Gerard is startled by me walking into the bedroom suddenly, eyes widening once they land on me while I close the door. It looks like he's been crying; eyes puffy and red, makeup smudged. "(Y/n)," he cries, reaching his arms towards me as I approach, "don't leave me, oh God, I love you so much. Without you I can't-" He interrupts himself with a sob, starting to cry again.

"I'm not going to leave you!" I sit beside him, pulling Gerard for a hug. I wipe his tears away before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I would never, I've told you! Their opinion about you isn't relevant to me! They don't know you like I do! I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that."

"Sorry," he sobs against my neck, arms wrapped tightly around me like if I would disappear if he let go. "I wish I was different, damn, I'm sorry."

It's always terrible when Gerard's anxiety attacks, but things seem to be going way worse now and I curse my parents for it. They had literally no reasons to have acted the way they did. Even if they dislike Gerard, everyone must be respected. Seeing Gerard like this hurts.

"You have nothing to apologize for," I rub soft circles into his back as continuing to hold him close, doing it for a few moments in an attempt of getting him to calm down. "Gee, Gerard, listen to me," I say once he's calmed down a bit and take a gentle hold of his face, making him look at me. "All that matters is us and nothing more. I don't care if my parents don't approve of our relationship or if the world does, I just care about us, if we are fine. And, of course, if you are fine. I hated that you needed to go through all of this, I'm so sorry." I press a kiss to his cheek, starting to run my fingers through his hair.

"Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault," Gerard says softly. He is silent for a moment before the tears start again and he buries his face in the crook of my neck again, clutching onto me tightly.

"Let it all out, Gee, it'll help you." I comfort him, pressing kisses to his neck and going back to rubbing his back. "I love you, okay? And that's all that matters."

#fanfiction #fanfic #mcr #my chemical romance #mcr imagine #gerard way #gerard way x reader #x reader #imagine #emo #bands #emocore #angst #fluff #oneshot #mcr x reader #writing #my post

[hangmanshole]

here comes santa claus

A/N: there’s no point in sugar coating this….. it’s pure unadulterated sheer horniness for ryan bergara in his santa costume.

word count: 1.6k+

warnings: 18+ !!!! smut to come in part 2, enough swear words to rival a 10 year old who just learned the word fuck, horny xmas pickup lines that wouldn’t be out of place in a cheesy xmas porno

with christmas fast approaching and your ebenezer scrooge vibe stinking up the loft you shared with your best friends, they finally lost all patience and took it upon themselves to drag your grumpy ass out of the comfort of the loft and into the car for some good old-fashioned retail therapy at the mall.

“but—“

“shut up, you’re going shopping and you’re gonna love it. maybe you could even buy a vibrator and go to town on yourself so you stop being such a cunt.”

“tell me how you really feel,” you grumbled, lowering into your seat so you were at the optimal position for window gazing.

—————

“bergara, you’re late… again” steven tsk’ed in annoyance, he wasn’t getting paid enough to deal with ryan’s shit, and also, he fucking reeked of stale beer. he was pretty sure the stain on his costume was also beer, or beer adjacent (enter whisky).

“better late than never, now let’s make some fucking wishes come true, huh?” he rubbed his hands together mischievously and walked out to his spot on santa’s throne. yeah. steven definitely wasn’t getting paid enough for this shit.

“HO HO HO BOYS AND GIRLS ITS ME, SANTA!” steven sighed, shook his head and plastered a smile on his face before running out to his position as head elf.

——————

“fellas i’ve changed my mind, i’m ready to get in the holiday spirit” you said in an attempt to declare a truce, maybe it wasn’t too late to back out of this.

“not only are you a grinch, but you’re also a goddamn, dirty liar. you need this” your best friend retorted, not at all impressed. you think you need new friends, this one’s defective and can call all your bullshit.

you sighed in defeat and allowed them to drag you through the entrance of the mall for what would be a torturous five hours of christmas shopping.

——————

“santa’s going to take a quick break, and then he’ll be right back! everybody say bye santa!” steven said to all the children and their accompanying parents while ryan stumbled out of his throne and back into the dressing room (tent).

steven pulled back the door to the tent and found ryan chugging straight from a whisky bottle that was nearing empty.

“nice one santa, maybe try not to fall on your ass this time. i can only say santa’s a bit clumsy because he can’t see over his beard so many times.”

“yes dear, i’ll be a good boy from now on” ryan replied in a drunken stupor.

“jesus christ, is that bottle from today?” steven asked, ignoring ryan’s smartass comment.

“you bet your sweet ass it is.”

steven sat in weighted silence as ryan chugged down the rest of the whisky bottle. the uniform he had to wear was unbearably itchy, not to mention thick (which makes him sweaty), and worst of all, he had to babysit ryan through the rest of the holidays. he was disgruntled to say the least - what was usually his favourite time of year was soured because his best friend was broken-hearted over a friends with benefits situation gone wrong, thus drinking himself into a fucking hot mess while he was meant to be lying about the miracle of christmas to gullible, doe-eyed children while their parents paid for their kid to sit on the lap of a stranger. happy fucking holidays.

he glanced at the clock, and then back at ryan who was staring into space, completely disconnected from reality.

“breaks over, santa. knock ‘em dead” he said in what he hopes was an encouraging tone. he was met with a slurred grunt, which he’d have to accept as an answer. he watched as ryan gathered himself up and stumbled his way out of the tent. steven prayed to whatever god was looking down on him to have mercy on him, and also on ryan’s liver which was surely taking hella damage.

———————

“dude can we go home now? i’m literally out of money” you pleaded to your roommates. your feet were sore from standing for so long, your mouth was dry from the giant soft pretzel you’d snacked on earlier and to be honest, you were fucking exhausted from being around people for so long. your social battery could only last for so long and you were riding the last of that sweet sweet juice on 2%.

“in a minute” was all the answer you got. after 20 not minutes, according to your best friend anyway, passed you exited the store in a huff, leaving all your shopping bags unattended in the cart. you exhaled a long breath and thought about all the reasons you loved your friends and how you’d miss them if they suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth.

just as you allowed yourself to get swept away in your thoughts, a bellowed HO HO HO caught your attention. not fucking santa. god, you’d forgotten that malls hire any random dude off the street once a year to play santa and let all the good little boys and girls of this shit piss town sit on his lap and tell them what they want for christmas.

i’ll tell you what i want for christmas, santa. some fucking dick, you thought to yourself. you make the decision to glance over in the direction of this years holiday shmuck, entertaining the idea of getting a good laugh out of the pervy old man sitting on old saint nicks throne. you’re surprised however, to find a young looking guy, fucking fit, manspreading on santa’s seat.

were all the old men of the world too busy to play santa this year? who is this guy?

your questions unfortunately received no answers as your roommates finally decided to make an appearance outside the store.

“we’re done— uh…. are you checking out santa?”

“no the fuck i’m not” you replied, just a tad too fast.

“dude ew oh my godddd, since when do you like old men?”

“he’s literally not old, look.” you point over towards the christmas display so that your friends too could appreciate the view that is new hot santa.

“i think we should take a family photo with santa” your best friend mused, a shit eating grin plastered across their stupid face.

“no, i refuse. no” you reply, but your words fall on deaf ears. the three bastards you call roommates are already dragging you over to the queue of children waiting to see santa.

“you can’t make me!” you shout, catching the attention of several disproving mothers. they let go of you once you’re situated in the queue, and your best friend says that they’ll wait in line with you until it’s your turn.

“i hate this, i hate it here, i hate you…do you hate me? is that why i’m here?” you ask.

“you don’t get to be a jackass just because some asshole jock broke your heart. and you don’t get to be an even bigger asshole on christmas just because your parents got divorced when you were a kid. this is our first holiday as a loft family and you’re ruining it.”

you don’t reply after that, what could you even say? what would you even say?

“next please!” the head elf called out to you.

“don’t forget to smile!” your best friend said to you, then patted you on the back and left the queue.

“i don’t mean to rush you but santa is on a tight schedule, please come up if you’re ready for your picture” the head elf said to you, looking you directly in the eyes.

you nodded, embarrassed, and made your way up the stairs as fast as you could. your senses were hit with the scent of whisky and stale beer. talk about christmas spirit. santa was still seated while manspreading, and you realise now it’s because he’s fucking tanked.

“well hey there pretty girl” santa greets you, a wicked grin on his face.

“hi santa” you reply, not moving toward him.

“why don’t you come over here and sit on santa’s lap and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up” he chuckles. your face flushes pink. you clear your throat uncomfortably and fill in the final gaps till you were sat on santa’s lap.

“now that’s a good girl. why don’t you tell me what you want for christmas, baby?” santa says, his tone a chilling purr in your ear. he takes the chance and pushes a loose strand of hair behind the same ear he’d just whispered into.

“santa—“ you start.

“yeah?”

“i just want a man to take care of me and my… needs” you muse, a slight smile gracing your face.

“and what needs would those be, little girl?” you watched as santa’s eyes darkened while they bore into yours. god he was so fucking hot.

“let’s just say… it’d be a christmas miracle if any man could make me cum this holiday season” you pouted. you felt santa harden in the slightest underneath you, a low growl leaves his mouth, concealed by the ridiculous santa beard.

“how about you let santa take care of you, huh, sweet girl? i wanna give you this present myself.” you moaned quietly into his ear.

“say cheese!” the head elf said, pulling the both of you out of the trance of your conversation. you both smiled at the click and then turned back to each other.

santa slipped you a piece of paper and you pocketed it immediately. “my shift ends in an hour, meet me at the address on that note?”

“only if you wear the costume” you smirk at him.

“god i’m gonna fuck you so good.”

#ryan bergara #ryan bergara smut #ryan bergara x reader #ryan bergara fic #ryan bergara fanfiction

[cyberdreamlandwriting]

Just for a Moment

Summary: Nathan doesn't react to your pregnancy the way you thought. In fact, he doesn't react at all

Authors note: So this is my first reader insert fanfiction ever, which is a bit scary! Luckily I had the amazing help of @writefightandflightclub​ This story is even inspired by her own dad!Nathan story! This story is also for her, I truly hope you all enjoy! Nathan is a bit ooc in this, especially near the end. Oh, and no beta reader, apologizes for the mistakes. Wrote this in a few hours too.

Word count: 2.6k

You two had been so careful. So, so careful!

Well, except for that time when he took you on the counter-top for nearly three hours. Or when he fucked you in the shower. Or when you bounced on his dick for a hot minute in his lab. Or the time-

Okay, well, maybe the two of you hadn't been careful. Big whoop. You'd been dating for nearly a year, stuck in his, as you called it 'Futuristic House of Doom' after the incident where his A.I tried to murder him. 

But he didn't like to talk about that. 

Regardless, it didn't matter. You two were happy and in a stable relationship. And now you were going to have a kid. 

But neither of you had ever even mentioned kids. 

You'd wanted to have them in your teen years, you even picked out names for your future children. 

Names that you'd long forgotten and didn't care to try and remember.

Then straight out of college you somehow got a job at Blue Book. And over the past five years, you'd been making your way up the ladder. Slowly but surely up the ladder. You had been too busy to have children, and you weren't sure you even wanted them. 

But now? You were quite positive you wanted them, or at least one. 

But Nathan, fuck, what would he think? He didn't show much affection, you'd only gotten one 'I love you' from him about a month ago. 

That wasn't to say he was a bad boyfriend. He still snuggled with you on the rare nights he actually slept. He made love to you several times a week, occasionally worshiping you while doing so, calling you his goddess until you would cum.

He'd make you food when he was out of the lab. He taught you how to use the punching bag correctly. He'd press occasional kisses to you when he walked past. He had carried you back to the house when you had fallen and twisted your ankle, not complaining once about the trek or the fact that you had made him miss out on an entire day of work. 

He did show affection in his own Nathan way.

You eyed the pregnancy test in your trembling hands.

What's the worst thing he could do? Scream and yell at you? Send you home and never speak with you again? 

Those were all possibilities but Nathan didn't scream or yell much. He'd only yelled once when something he'd been working on for eight hours crashed without him saving it. And of course that's not counting the times he yelled in bed. But for the most part, he didn't yell.

You shoved the test into your pocket and wondered if he already knew. 

You went into town twice a month, and had bought a test on your last visit. You'd shoved the box into the closet behind a stack of blankets when you got back home. Could he have found it? 

Could he be expecting you when you exited the bathroom, arms crossed, eyebrow raised? 

Plus you hadn't been eating much, but he never commented on it. You ate when he offered food to you, but otherwise stuck to crackers and water. Maybe he hadn't heard your retching in the toilet at three a.m. The lab was far enough away that he probably couldn't hear it, especially when the door was closed. Or maybe he had and just didn't give that much of a shit to check on you. 

Or did he truly have no idea and you were about to give him the shock of his life? You washed your hands, making your way towards the lab. Your legs shook, but you continued on until you could hear the clacking of his keyboard. You exhaled and knocked on the glass, but he didn't look up. 

"Nathan, can I talk to you?" 

He doesn't pay any mind to you as you enter, something you would huff and whine about usually, but now you were gonna start crying if he didn't give you something. A grunt, a look, a word....something.

"Well, it's important. Like, super important." 

He grabbed a pen and scribbled something down, then went back to scrolling. 

"It's life changing news." 

Still nothing. 

You clenched your fists and walked up next to him. "I'm pregnant." You pulled out the test and shoved it in his direction but he didn't look up from the screen.

You pulled the test away, your body feeling like jelly. You wanted to call him a fucking asshole or a piece of shit. But you couldn't find any words or emotions besides heartbreak. Was this his way of saying you needed to leave? To say you weren't welcome here anymore?

You turned and went to the kitchen, grabbing some crackers and stumbling back to your room. You slammed the door, heart pounding. She couldn't cry, not yet. He was going to come in tonight and apologize, explain he was doing something important but that he's all done now and he's here to listen. 

Or he'd tell you the helicopter is coming to pick you up in the morning. 

You really hoped it was the former.

You opened your laptop and curled up under the soft blue blanket you had insisted on him buying the first time he came into town with you. Because as you had said. 'Your house is boring as shit, it needs some color. We're buying this.'

You put on your headphones and searched for something pleasant to watch. You found some mindless crime show and started on some random episode in season seven. Your eyes glazed over, not listening to a word being said.

You curled your knees up to your chest, your head resting on the pillow he had used two nights before. It still smelled like him, causing you to hold it close, imagining he was giving you a hug. 

You felt fucking pathetic.

You woke up confused, face covered in your own drool. You blinked rapidly, the room dark. What had woken you?

Then you felt your stomach clench and your throat burn. You sprinted to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet, not bothering to shut the door this time. 

After a few minutes you rolled off the toilet and groaned, flicking on the light switch. You hoped he would be standing in the doorway, eyes full of concern but alas...nothing. 

You groaned and flushed the toilet, washing both your hands and your mouth and flicking off the light before entering the hallway. You hesitated, wondering if you should go see if he's still in the lab. 

You made your way down the hall, and sure enough you could hear his keyboard and the soft scratch of pen against paper.  

You turned and went back to your room, flopping onto the bed with a groan. You checked the time, nearly two a.m., and tried to fall back asleep. 

You tossed and turned, tossing the blankets every which way, grumbling as you stretched over the side of the bed to grab the thrown blankets. 

You soon gave up and grabbed your phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media. 

After nearly two hours of scrolling through frightening politics in your home country and stupid memes that occasionally made you giggle, your phone buzzed with an alert about your battery. 

You quickly plugged it in and rubbed your eyes. There wasn't a way you could fall back asleep, so you grumbled around for your laptop, thankfully with enough charge to get you through another hour or two of another show, you settled on a soap opera from the nineties.

You watched but absorbed nothing, as the sun began to rise and the wisps of light filled the room you couldn't even remember the main character's name. You shut the laptop at that, plugging it in and making your way to the lab. Surprisingly he wasn't in it, so you made your way to the kitchen. But again, it was as empty as his lab. 

You then went out into the cool morning air to see Nathan, fists wrapped as he punched the bag.

You lean against the door, and this time you're less nervous and more annoyed. "I'm pregnant." You call out again, but he keeps punching. You give him a minute, listening to sounds of the birds waking up. "Bateman I'm pregnant, we need to talk about it." You shout, but he ignores you, not even sparing a glance. You feel your face getting hot, tears at the corners of your eyes. "Fine." You hiss, slamming the door and marching back to your room. 

As soon as the door opens you burst into tears, throwing yourself onto the bed. You feel your body shaking, your heart pounding so loud it rings in your ears. You let out a muffled scream, snot running down your chin and mixing with the tears that cover the sheets. 

You let yourself cry until your head is throbbing and your eyes are bloodshot. You can only whimper, you don't have any more tears left in you, at least for the moment. You crawl over and flick the switch on the wall, which covers the window in thick blinds, shutting out all the light. You flop back into bed, the room now pitch black. You pull the blanket around you, reaching for the pillow once again. But this time it doesn't smell like him, it only smells like you. 

You bury your face in it anyway, the silence washing over you until your eyes flutter shut and the world around you vanishes. 

When you wake up again, your stomach is screaming about how empty it is. You get up, smacking your lips and slam your way out of bed. You hit the floor with a thud and grumble. You're lightheaded from hunger and heartbreak, you need food.

You drag your legs down the hall, blue blanket trailing behind you. You don't even notice the lab until-

"Hey." 

You freeze, looking over and seeing him standing in the door frame. He looks tired, more tired than usual. His eyes are more bloodshot, and his body is more reserved. 

"Are you alright?"

You think something is wrong with him because he just asked if you're okay in such a soft and gentle voice that you only heard once or twice when you fell asleep in his arms and he would mutter your name. 

"What?" You ask, not even trying to hide your shock.

"I asked if you're okay. Are you?"

"No, because you haven't been listening to me." You mutter, pulling the blanket around you.

"I have, I'm just, not good with words. Come here." He takes your hand and leads you back to the room, wondering if he just wants a quick fuck. But he stops in front of the room across the hall from yourself and opens the door. It was a guest room, where you used to stay before you two started to share a bed. 

And now it's empty, and-

"I um, I ordered some stuff. For like a fucking nursery or whatever." He mutters. "I thought it looked nice, but it's up to you when it arrives. Should be here tomorrow." 

He turns and heads toward the kitchen, you hot on his heels. "You need something to eat, even if you don't feel good you gotta eat something." 

"Nathan, are-" you pause, "You're okay with this?"

He pauses as he closes the fridge. "Honestly Y/N, I'm fucking terrified and kinda wish you were joking." He runs a hand through his buzzed hair before leaning against the counter. "But I assume you want it."

"Yeah, but only if you'll be there, for me and for the baby and for yourself."

"Myself? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You can't take care of a baby or your pregnant girlfriend if you can't care for yourself."

"I do take care of myself-"

"That's a fucking lie. You've gone days without eating or sleeping-"

"Hey, I'm practicing, babies are loud and need attention-"

"Just like you," you take his hand, locking your fingers together. "But I'm serious. I worry about you, a lot." 

"You don't need to do that. I'm the one who's gotta be fussing over you. Making sure you eat and sleep and whatever fucking else a pregnant woman needs. After you told me in the lab my brain kinda….stopped working for a few minutes. Then I spent all day researching babies and pregnancy. Read a bunch of stuff, some helpful, others not. Then I ordered all the nursery stuff, I picked blue and beige, thought it went well together. That isn't me wanting a boy, more me trying my hand at interior decorating. Probably gonna look like shit but we can always buy whatever you actually want." He rubbed a hand over his face. 

"Then of course the terror set in, the fact that I was going to be a father. I don't need to worry about you in that aspect, you're gonna be a fucking fantastic mom. You're so fucking kind and sweet and you know when to put your foot down and-" his voice cracks but he continues. "I just know I'm gonna fuck up this poor kid's life. So I boxed, and then you came out and I was too much of a coward to face you then. I kept going until..." he holds up his knuckles which are a nasty shade of blue and purple, "but that doesn't hurt nearly as much as knowing I made you cry. And I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry I messed you up like that. That I did that to you. I'm bad with people, I always will be, but I don't wanna be bad to you, I adore you."

A million thoughts are pounding in your head. He's teary eyed, he's terrified, he bought things for a nursery, he just said he's going to be caring and fussing over you, he said you were gonna be a fantastic mom. But most of all, Nathan fucking Bateman just apologized to you. 

You feel the tears coming hot and fast. "N-Nathan, do you mean that? All of it?”

He nods and you race into his arms, knocking the air out of him. He pulls you close and you feel tears drip into your hair. Nathan is crying into your hair and you're soaking his shirt. His shoulders are shaking and you aren't sure how to react. You slowly pull back and wipe away a tear. 

"Do you want this?" You whisper. He only nods, letting you continue. "Nathan, you're gonna be an amazing father, I just know it. You can be soft, I mean look at you right now!" You shake your head. "You don't need to worry about that at all. I love you, I love you so much." 

"And I love you baby, I love you more than you'll ever know. So we're gonna have a baby, aren't we?" 

"We're gonna have a baby!" You smile and jump around him, causing him to smile

He presses a kiss to your knuckles. "The mother-to-be needs food, what do you want?" 

"Your baby and I want pancakes." 

"Then so be it, I mean, you two are the bosses after all." He turns on the stove as you take a seat on the counter to watch.

Nathan is scared, he's so scared of fucking this up, and that fear never goes away.

But when the cry of your baby is heard six months later and the midwife declares it's a healthy baby boy and places him on your chest, the fear vanishes, if only for a moment. 

Nathan takes a seat on the bed and presses his lips against the side of your head, softly whispering praises into your ear.

"What's his name?" The midwife asks, smiling at the three of you. 

"Byron," You answer as the newborn wraps his hand around Nathan's finger, and all is right in the world, even if it's just for a moment. 

#nathan bateman #ex machina fanfiction #oscar isaac #nathan batman x reader #my writing #ex machina

[cherripeach]

Chapter 6

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it.Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Prologue 11-13: we all die: you either kill yourself or get killed 

Chapter Summary: You thought high schoolers in your world had a terrible IQ, but somehow these three don’t even have one. 

Warning: Jokes about assault, curse words, and maybe jokes about death

Words: 2.2k

Relationships: developing but future twstxreader

The end of the school day came, and the only reason you could tell is by the excess of students gathered in different areas of the schools to just lounge around and do work. You only paid attention to that because you bumped into a taller male with green hair and a clove on his cheek with two others standing next to him: one was a short red head but darker than the dude you saw at the beginning of today and another was a taller male with curly orange hair whose eyes were blasted open once taking a peek at you in your amazing outfit.

You ended up finishing your work a while back and decided to look around a little since you already got lost once. You found how to get back to the well from main street and even a better way to get to your dorm, but that’s all. You also found an odd tree in the middle of the forest with green leaves and bright, shiny red apples

After you ran into that group, the two of you-you and your stupid cat- headed back to the cafeteria from the outside: so you went back to the well, went to the cafeteria windows, and jumped back in.

No one was in there at the time, so you thought that you could sit down and relax your feet for a while. Grim took to scurrying on the table to see if anyone left any food.

He soon came back with a piece of break and sat in front of you on the table, “I’m already beat from cleaning all day.. Now we have to wash a hundred windows, too…” He bit off a piece of the bread.

You could only shake your head, “You could have not fought a kid with magic, but I digress.”

He looked openly offended at your comment, but then, he looked around the room, noticing something, “That Ace guy is sure taking his sweet time. Who does he think he is, making me wait! I'm ticked off!”

“Give him a bit. The kid can’t take that long, and who knows he might be lost. He is a first year,” You were trying to give the kid the benefit of the doubt.

Grim just huffed and ripped another piece of the bread off with his mouth. It seems like today was not his day either.

Grim finished the bread and maybe five minutes had passed and the cat gained a furrowed brow and crossed arms.

Twenty minutes had passed and the cat had begun to tap his tail vigorously against the table.

About half an hour had passed by the time Grim jumped up and began to stomp on the table and pull on your coat.

“... I don't care what happened, there is no way he's this late!” He pointed at the door for a second then a lightbulb went off in his head, “Wait, he wouldn't just skip out, right?”

He sprinted out of the room out of the large doors yelling, “I'm not gonna let him get away with putting all the punishment on us! Let's go henchmen! We're gonna catch Ace and make him do all the window washing!”

You slapped your forehead and casually jogged after the cat.

You two ended up heading down the hallway and up a set of stairs into a classroom. Problem was that the classroom was empty, and Grim was still upset.

You were not having this, “Grim let’s just go back and clean the windows and tell the Headmaster. I’d rather not fight him for him to just not listen.” Your social battery was almost out, and you did not want to go through another confrontation.

Grim could never listen to you, “Orraaaa! Where's Ace! We're not gonna let you hide away! .....Ah, there's nobody here!?” He finally realized the obvious.

At least until a voice came out of nowhere, “No, I’m here.”

Grim jumped behind you and latched onto your cloak, “Fffgyyyaaaaaaaaa!!!! The picture talked!!” His hand trembled while pointing to a picture of the wall of the classroom.

The painting on the wall looked offended at the cat’s statement, “What now? It's not uncommon for paintings to talk at this school.The Wall Lady over there, the Wall Gentleman over here, everyone can speak. Portraits can speak because they have a mouth. That's normal, you know?”

“How high am I today?” You announced to both the cat and the painting.

The painting ignored your remark and continued his story, “Rather than restlessly floating in the air, I've been sitting still on this wall perfectly for more than fifty years. Your 'normal' and my 'normal' differ in regards to our quirks. Isn't that true. That aside, who are you looking for?”

You, then, noticed that out one of the long windows there was a figure flashing in the side of your vision. The figure seemed to scurry out of view once you turned around, so you assumed that they were watching you beforehand. You could not think of anyone in this school who you would have charmed as much for them to follow you and stalk you, but there always is that possibility. You continued to stare out the window waiting for a sign that something had changed until Grim vigorously tugged on your cloak in the direction of the door to the classroom. You assumed his conversation with the painting went well for once he got your attention, he was off.

Down the hall and out the window of the cafeteria again, Grim ran out of school and even asked a couple (one with green hair and odd eye brows yelled at you to not bother his job and another was the pair of twins you met this morning who glared at you two when you walked too close) while you patiently walked behind him where this ‘East building’ was. Finally, he arrived while you were behind him out of breath with a hand on your chest .

This building had to have been the most wack building you have ever seen: there were seven large mirror entrance things with weird accessories all around them. One of them looked broken, one had bat wings on them, and one even had sand surrounding it. All of this was from a movie or book, and it was incredibly obvious.

In front of the main entrance to this odd entrance area, you stood with your hands on your knees and your breath gone.

Then, in front of you a male with red orange hair stood, and you knew that he was your target.

“No way I’m washing a 100 windows. Gonna head home…” The target crossed his arms and shrunk his shoulders.

Grim decided that sneaking up on him was off the table, “Heeeeeeey yoooouuuuu!!!” The male swiveled around locking eyes with your dumb cat and then yourself before yelling, “Geh! Found me!” and running away

Grim was having none of it and ran after him. Both of them began to yell at each other while running around the place.

You, however, found the perfect person to help you: another male with dark blue hair in the same uniform as Ace or whatever. You judged that he was the perfect person to catch him as the target was running in his direction. So you screamed and pointed to the red head, “Catch that idiot!” because what else would people listen to.

The blue haired male panicked and started glancing around the room to figure out what to do while mumbling something-Grim even responding once- until he finally cried out, “Anything is fine, so come on! Something heavy!”

The ‘something heavy’ ended up sending the target into a pancake, causing you to laugh and miss some of the next exchange of shouts between the three.

Once you turned back around to face them you caught the end of a phrase said by your target directed at you, you assumed, as his eyes were locked on yours, “Those 100 windows should be clean in a flash.”

“Okay, dude, I don’t think you know how to count because 5 windows lasts me three songs on my playlist,” How hard is this college if this dude can’t even count? “Besides, how big are these windows. I was told nothing besides cafeteria, after school, and clean a hundred windows.”

The red head scoffed at your answer and rolled his eyes at you.  The blue head’s eyes widened after he whipped his head in your direction, and he opened his mouth only to close it again and ask a question, “Washing 100 windows as punishment... What in the world did you all do?”

The target voiced his opinion on the situation, “I got into it a bit with the furball, and we might have charred the Queen of Hearts' statue a bit.”

The blue head began shouting at the target about how “people would get angry with” and “on the first day.”  

The red head yelled back at him, but you were distracted because the mention of Grim gave you an odd feeling in your stomach like he was going to do something wrong. You surveyed the area, seeing if he was even present, and to you absolutely surprise, he was not.

Missing both of the boy’s introductions, you called out, “Grim yeeted himself out of here, dudes.”

Both males blanked for a second before their faces darted to you and then to where the cat was to find him with a call from Ace of, “Ah! The furball’s gone!”

There was then a conversation between the two while you quickly got to work searching for the direction he went in until the redhead pulled you by both of your shoulders to motion to you while keeping eye contact with the other guy, “This deadweight can’t use magic so they don’t count! Let’s go!”

And you were off, chasing after a cat that would never listen to you with two idiots who were arguing in each other’s faces.

You all ran through hallways to find him and even peeked in classrooms to search for him, but you were empty handed. However, once you got to the cafeteria, the cat was already present and scurrying around on all four of his legs.

Red head bolted after him only to end up face first into a wall, “Darn it! He’s darting around everywhere!”

Grim let out a snicker watching the read head’s fail, “Catch me if you can suckers!” He mocked all of you by blowing raspberries and sticking out his tongue.

You tried to predict Grim’s general direction and walked to that area missing out on the red-blue combo’s discussion, but with their brains they could never completely destroy anything.

.

.

.

So you were wrong. They managed to decimate an old ginormous chandelier that looked to be something on the top 10 richest people in the world could pay for. The red-blue combo had the combined IQ of 2 because blue decided that since Grim managed to climb onto the chandelier, they can try too.

And you breathed once and strolled over to them with a smile on your face, making the three of them turn around and stare at your state, “How dumb can you be? I was positive that you were older than three, but now I’m not sure.” You smacked your forehead and kept your hand there, “Really. I could deal with the fight because this is an all boys school and testosterone runs high, but ruining such an expensive chandelier that even if I became one of the richest people in this world I would not be able to pay back is not what is ‘acceptable’ to me.”

Grim drunkenly scurried to you and grabbed onto your cloak to keep him standing, "Pleasee, pleaseee, help us!” He fell to the floor and you picked him right up and placed him on your hip.

The blue haired male started pulling on his hair, “I-I screwed up! I didn't think about the landing!”

Ace swiveled to him almost tripping over his foot and began his statement with utmost calmness, “Are you... AN IDIOT!? We caught Grim but if the Headmaster finds out we busted the chandelier..”

You locked eyes with him and smiled even brighter, “There was just a big crash in one of the largest rooms in this school, meaning that any loud noise in this room is going to bounce off all the walls, but let’s not forget we also left the doors open. Of course,  the headmaster knows!” You threw your hands up in the air trying not to punch this kid in the face because you did not want another crime of assault added to your list of damaged public property twice.

A cough was heard located near the front of the cafeteria, causing all four of you to circle your heads in that direction only to find the very bane of your existence there.

The headmaster.

“If I... find out?” He stuttered out clearly trying to calm all of the anger in his body because this was the first day of school and no one needed this.

This began a very long conversation between the headmaster and the two kids who had an total IQ of 2. Grim was stuck on your hip for all of the speech while the blue haired kid basically begged the headmaster for a way to both fix the chandelier and stay in the school.

The headmaster could only reply to the boy’s question with, “There is no normal chandelier. This is a magical chandelier that uses candles that will burn for eternity. It is a masterpiece made by a legendary maester of magical tools. It has been entrusted to the school since its very foundation...Taking into consideration to its historical value, it would cost no less than a billion Madol.” He gazed down at the boy with his hands across his chest, “Can you pay for those damages?”

The kid was busy panicking to himself while the kid who you fought this morning let out a confused “But, Teacher, can't you just fix it up with magic…”

The headmaster could only shake his head, “Magic is not all powerful. More importantly, the magic crystal, what we call the Heart of any magical tool was shattered. No two magic crystals are the same. The chandelier will never be lit again.”

The two males had to look down and mumble to themselves because they could not argue against him.

However, once the headmaster brought up that the crystal that powered the chandelier (whatever that was) was located in the Dwarf’s mine the blue head seemed stuck on going as to not get expelled. You all had to deliver the crystal before tomorrow morning, not giving you much time.

You could only hope that you still could have a roof over your head if you got this crystal, so you followed after the blue head’s sprint out of the cafeteria with Grim attached to you. You breathed in again and realized that you have gotten no sleep for around 24 hours, but there’s nothing you can do besides going on this adventure.

Here’s to adventuring.

Grim had managed to miss a huge portion of what just happened as he passed out after blue threw red onto the chandelier, but now Grim has wide eyes directed to you when you told him that, “Yeah, you should have stayed asleep because we might be getting thrown out of our only home.”

Red pulled on his hair complaining, “Aaaah.. Why did it turn into something like this? Today is really not my day..”

Blue was quiet for once, suspiciously, and glared at red, “Now isn't the time for mumbling! Let's go!” You three had finally made it to the mirror chamber and while you might normally gaze in awe at the floating coffins and mirror, this is not the time for that.

Blue turned to face the mirror and began, “Mirror, mirror on the wall! Light our way to Dwarf’s mine!”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst grim #twst x you #twst x mc

[luxeavenger]

hi evie, i'm just stopping by to wish you merry christmas (if you celebrate) and happy holidays, i hope you're surrounded by people who love you and make the date good and memorable.

Lots of hugs, kisses and good energy for you honey.

love you, evie baby 🖤

hi geovanna 💜💜💜

christmas is always tough for me, honestly. my family is pretty awful, but i always try to have a decent christmas with them anyway, at least for my daughters sake. all in all i’m just tired. my social battery is drained, and i’m just struggling right now.

i’ll be okay though, so don’t worry about me. the love is very much appreciated. i love hearing from you—it’s a pretty good christmas present!

i think we’re all running on empty right now, so i think being there for one another is even more important right now. we can all get each other over this hump.

merry christmas to you too (if you celebrate), and happy holidays. i hope something wonderful happens for you as the year winds down.

i’m so lucky to have such a wonderful friend as you. i want nothing but happiness for you, so i’m sending tons of hugs your way. i love you so much 💜💜💜

#mail opened 📬 #my moots are the best moots

[secretpeachtea]

Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 3

Title: the unexpected reunion

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word count: 5.1k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: I uhh went a little overboard with the word count this time, but im a hoe for msby so whoops. hope you enjoy!

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“Good work today, (Name)-san!”

“You too, Osamu-san!”

Your boss walks up to the entrance and switches over the sign to display ‘Closed’. You let out a deep yawn as you grab the broom to start your nightly cleaning routine at Onigiri Miya.

It’s hard to believe that it’s already been a month since you started working here. You can honestly say that this is probably the most enjoyable job position you’ve had in a while. You were able to learn new onigiri recipes and even started recognizing some of the regular customers that have fallen in love with Osamu’s cooking. This includes a very kind, elderly woman who always makes sure to give you a peppermint every time she stops by.

Your friendly relationship with Osamu has definitely been one of the most obvious reasons why you’ve been able to juggle everything in your life along with working for your expenses. He’s become a trustworthy and reliable person even though you’ve only known each other for a short period of time. Although it was a bit awkward calling each other by your first names in the beginning, you both got fairly comfortable addressing each other since you practically see him almost every day. 

Though he doesn’t necessarily count as a customer, Osamu’s troublemaker brother is another frequent guest at Onigiri Miya. Atsumu comes by to visit at least once a week to eat or stop by after practice. By default, that means you’ve had the pleasure to deal with his antics every week since the kitchen massacre incident. He’s even gotten into the habit of calling you ‘sweetheart’ just to get some reaction out of you. You have to admit, it’s pretty fun to watch the twins banter back and forth, especially since Osamu always makes Atsumu pay for whatever he eats (“But, I’m your brother!”/”Yeah, so you should support my business.”).

Despite the chaos that follows Miya Atsumu, you always end up striking up a decent conversation, usually revolving around volleyball and his team. He always brings up how he’ll bring over the team eventually, but it’s just been a bit busy lately since they were preparing for tryouts. He actually hasn’t come by for a couple days now for that reason.

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Osamu’s phone ringing. Judging by the slight scowl on his face, it’s probably his brother. You just continue to sweep under the counter, assuming that the call isn’t that important.

“You’re what? Right now? Seriously?” Osamu questions with a slightly peeved tone. There’s a brief pause as the other person on the other line starts whining. Your boss just sighs in defeat. “Fine. Only this one time since it’s been a while.”

Osamu ends the call reluctantly and you’re slightly concerned at his reaction. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, ‘Tsumu just told me that he’s on his way here with some of his teammates. Apparently they’re celebrating the new player on their team but everywhere else is closed or too crowded.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised that he told you last minute,” You sympathized.

“They’re gonna be a bit rowdy, so I guess I’ll just apologize now for bringing you into this mess. You can just continue doing your own thing and not worry about them.” The man just let out another tired sigh before making his way back behind the counter area and setting up any ingredients he may need to make more food. You let out a chuckle and waved off the unnecessary apology before continuing your sweeping.

It seems like the guys really told Osamu last minute because before you knew it, the front door flew open and a group of boisterous male voices rang through the air. You were so startled that you almost dropped the broom in your hands, turning your focus away from the guys that just walked in.

“Hey, ‘Samu! We’re here to party!”

“It’s been a while!”

“Wow! This place seems really nice! Your brother's pretty cool, Atsumu-san!”

Your body froze. You were caught off guard with the last person who spoke and couldn’t help but turn around quickly to confirm your suspicions. You were faced with four males clad in the yellow tracksuits you’ve become used to seeing since it’s the only thing you’ve seen the blonde Miya twin wear. Each held onto their own gym bags, so you assume that they just got out of practice. You recognize Atsumu and Bokuto. The one wearing a mask has never visited Onigiri Miya, but you can assume he’s Sakusa Kiyoomi, or better known as ‘Omi-Omi’ since that’s the nickname you hear from Atsumu’s stories. However, what you didn’t expect was to come face to face with a familiar mop of orange hair.

“Sho-kun?”

Everyone’s eyes shot towards your direction at your sudden interruption, including Hinata Shoyo’s. “No way! (Name)-san?!”

You placed your broom against the wall and the two of you made a beeline towards each other. Once you were close enough, Hinata engulfed you in a big bear hug. Even though he isn’t much taller than you, his muscular build entrapped you in a warm and comforting embrace. He rocks the two of you back and forth gleefully and you can’t help but squeal from the cute gesture.

Once the two of you separate, you both face each other with curiosity completely ignorant of the other people in the room who are looking back and forth between you guys in a state of bewilderment and shock.

“I didn’t know you worked here!” Hinata exclaimed.

“I actually only started working here about a month ago!” You responded back just as excitedly. “When did you get back to Japan? How’s Pedro? I didn’t get the chance to swap contact info before I left.”

“About a week ago! I tried to settle in and fix my sleeping schedule before I went to tryouts for Black Jackals and I got on the team! And, Pedro’s doing great! I can give you his social media account if you want!”

It seems like Atsumu was the first to get tired of watching without understanding the situation, so he just decides to break the ice himself, “Now, hold on a sec. You two know each other?”

“We actually met in Brazil!” Hinata replies.

“BRAZIL?!”

Osamu decided to join in on the questioning, albeit in a bit more of a reserved manner than his brother. “(Name)-san, why were you in Brazil?”

“I studied abroad for about 6 months lasts year,” you start to explain and then begin to ruffle Hinata’s hair. “I happened to run into Sho-kun after his bike broke down in front of the apartment I was staying at. Poor guy looked so lost, and his phone was out of battery so he couldn’t call anyone.”

The boy just laughs at your friendly gesture. “Yeah! (Name)-san helped me find the nearest repair shop and even patched up my injuries! I was really surprised to find someone else who spoke Japanese!”

“Same here. I didn’t know anyone in Brazil, so it was a bit lonely. We actually met up quite a few times to share a meal or watch a volleyball match at the beach whenever we were both free.”

The rest of the guys listened on with interest, except for maybe Sakusa who just walked over to one of the empty tables and wiped down the chair before taking a seat. Atsumu makes his way over to where you and Hinata are standing and throws an arm over the younger boy. “You guys seem pretty close if you’re on a first name basis, Shoyo-kun.”

Hinata just looked up to his fellow team member with innocent eyes. “Well, everyone called us by our first names in Brazil, so we just decided to go with it since it was getting a bit confusing for some of our friends.”

“That’s pretty cute. You guys are basically best friends already.” Atsumu just hummed in acknowledgement before turning his head towards Sakusa. “Him and I are also on a first name basis ‘cause we’re the best of friends. Ain’t that right, Omi-Omi?” 

You could hear a faint “tch” come from the masked figure. “Don’t associate me with one of your fantasies, Miya. And, I only called you by your first name that one time when your brother delivered food to the gym.”

“So cruel, Omi-Omi.” 

“Okay, guys. Take a seat! Food’s ready!” Osamu announces. “(Name)-san, you mind helping me bring some of this stuff?”

You nod your head and take some of the warm food into your hands following your boss to where all four of the guys are now seated. Similar to when you first met, Bokuto’s lips slightly glisten from the drool pooling at the sight of the tasty meal. Sakusa pulls his mask down and places it in a plastic bag so that it doesn’t get messy from the food. Once all of the food is set on the table, you and Osamu stand off to the side to give the guys some space as they eat. However, before anyone could take a bite, Atsumu stands up from his chair.

“Alright, guys! Before we start eating, we gotta remember why we’re here! Captain and the other guys were a bit busy, so they couldn’t make it tonight, but it’s important that we do this today!” The blonde pats Hinata on the head. “Welcome to MSBY Black Jackals, Shoyo-kun!”

Bokuto lets out a loud whistle. “WOO! Welcome to the team, Hinata!!”

Sakusa just nods his head at his new teammate, the usual frown he sports is now absent from his face. If you squint hard enough, there’s a miniscule curve at the corner of his mouth.

“But, that’s not all!” Atsumu remains standing as he dumps the rest of his speech on everyone in the room. He points at the two-tone haired male sitting in front of him. “Bo-kun! The bag, please!”

Bokuto snaps his fingers as if he just remembered something. The owlish man shuffles through his gym bag and produces a heavy plastic bag. You can hear the clinking of glass as he raises it higher. “I’ve got the good stuff!”

Atsumu looks ecstatic. “Can’t have a celebration without a little bit of alcohol to spice it up!”

Slightly concerned, you look up to Osamu to gauge his reaction towards the introduction of alcohol. He looks a bit uneasy, but just lets out his third sigh of the night. “Just don’t break anything, or I will make sure none of you make it out alive from this building.”

Completely ignoring the threatening tone, Atsumu and Bokuto start popping open bottles of who-knows-what. Sakusa just opts for a glass of water since he has no intentions of partaking in the silly shenanigans between the two most eccentric volleyball players. Hinata has no choice but to comply as Atsumu pours his glass to the brim. Eventually all the guys start to dig into their food as well.

With nothing else left to help them with, you and Osamu get back to cleaning the other areas. It only takes about 15-20 minutes to wipe down everything and gather the trash. You step into the back room to get everything together so that you’re prepared to leave whenever the group outside finishes their meal. You smile as you hear muffled laughter and loud conversations through the closed door. Your boss had let you know that he’ll clean up after them, but you didn’t have the heart to make him do all of that work himself. 

You step out to the main room to have an idea of where everyone’s at with their food but stop in your tracks as you witness a significantly more irritated Osamu watching the table of four with a twitching eye behind the counter. You’re about to ask what’s wrong, but you can pretty much guess what the problem might be. 

The table is littered with empty alcohol bottles and half-full glass cups. Surprisingly, there isn’t much of a mess in terms of leftover food, but it doesn’t make up the fact that there are three very drunk men hovering over the table. 

Atsumu’s upper body is entirely flushed pink from the bottom of his neck to the tips of his ears, and he’s fanning his face with the top of his shirt. Hinata practically has flowers oozing off of his figure as he sways back and forth next to the blonde, a permanent carefree smile plastered on his face next to his red cheeks. Although not as obvious as the other two, Sakusa has a glossy shine to his eyes above his own pink cheeks and hiccups occasionally in his seat, focusing his eyes on a tiny speck on the table. Not sure whether to be surprised or not, your eyes move onto Bokuto, who was completely sober. He heartedly laughs at the state of his drunk friends, enjoying every moment.

“I thought Sakusa-san wasn’t going to drink?” You ask Osamu.

Your boss just shakes his head. “‘Tsumu switched his glass when he went to the bathroom and he didn’t notice until it was too late.”

You’re not sure whether you want to pray for the blonde’s safety once Sakusa is in his right mind, or if you wanna ask Hinata to record the poor man’s fate in the hands of an angry, hungover Sakusa.

Osamu just turns around with heavy steps and makes his way to the back room, probably to do the same thing you went to the back room for a couple minutes ago. You look back to the table when you hear a chair scraping against the floor. Atsumu seems to have moved his chair right next to Sakusa because before you knew it, he was leaning against the tall spiker with his hands in the air.

“Omi-Omi! Can I borrow your sanitizer? My hands got dirty!” Wrong choice of words.

Sakusa immediately shoves his elbow backwards and it slams right into Atsumu’s chest, forcing his breath right out of him. The setter doubles over clutching his chest, while Sakusa simply pulls out his sanitizer and applies it to wherever he has come in contact with the man next to him. It seems like drunk Sakusa is a bit more violent about his way of rejecting people.

Remembering how tired your boss looked before he left the room, you felt the need to try and intervene to encourage the group to start thinking about calling it a day. As you approach, the first person to notice you was Hinata. As soon as he realizes who you are, his eyes light up as if he was a child that just received a birthday gift. 

“(Name)-san!”

You don’t even get the chance to make it halfway to the table when the boy jumps up from his chair and stalks over to where you are. Without warning, Hinata throws his arms over your shorter figure and smothers you with another hug. It takes all of your mental fortitude to not think about how muscular his arms feel around your shoulders or how strong his grip is on your back. He was definitely not this fit the last time you saw him.

“You’re awfully affectionate today, Sho-kun.”

“Hehe~ I’m just glad to see you, (Name)-san!” Hinata starts shuffling around a bit until his cheek is able to nuzzle with yours. You giggle at how adorable he is. 

Although you appreciate his affection, Hinata was slowly suffocating you with his tight embrace. You signal to the only other sober person in the room for help. Bokuto continues to laugh at everything going around him but complies and makes his way over to the two of you before peeling off the orange haired male from your body. Luckily, Hinata was too drunk to actually keep his grip on you and just fell into his teammate’s arms. 

“Thanks, Bokuto-san.” You’re able to stand up straight again and Bokuto gives you a thumbs up with a wide grin. He takes Hinata back to the table to sit him down and you follow suit. Osamu walked out of the back room at this time and just began tying up two large trash bags next to the sink, not even batting an eyelash in the group’s direction.

You should’ve expected it, but you were still startled when you suddenly felt a heavy arm sling across your shoulder. “So, you come here often, sweetheart?”

You blankly stare at Atsumu’s smug expression as he continues to nestle his arm comfortably around you. His flushed appearance was definitely not helping his attempt at flirting with you. “Come on, there’s no way a goddess like you could resist my divine qualities.”

“Lame.” Osamu was quick to comment on his brother’s cheesy words while walking towards the exit with the two garbage bags in his arms. He stepped outside and closed the door to keep any insects from wandering inside as he took out the trash.

You were about to swat Atsumu’s body away but noticed the deep, dark circles under his eyes and came to the conclusion that he’s probably going to pass out from exhaustion at some point anyways, so you just let him be. His attention span seems to be a lot shorter too since he suddenly let go of you and lunged forward towards Sakusa’s hand sanitizer bottle that was now sitting neatly on top of the table. 

Although he’s usually good at completely avoiding Atsumu’s attempts at stealing his things, Sakusa’s reflexes were a bit deterred due to his tipsy condition. Instead of snatching the bottle away from the blonde’s vicinity, Sakusa ended up knocking the bottle to the ground with his own hand. 

Luckily, Bokuto was able to stop Atsumu from crashing onto the table headfirst with one arm still holding onto Hinata. Afraid that Sakusa would possibly slap the setter or drag Hinata into the crossfire in a drunken stupor, he pulled Atsumu close by and slung his arm over his two drunk teammates. 

Sakusa just let out a disgruntled groan and sent a nasty glare to Atsumu. He stood up to look for the fallen bottle but misjudged where he stepped. Luck decided not to be on his side as the tall spiker placed a foot directly on top of the sanitizer bottle causing his balance to shift. The world tilted in his vision and his body began to succumb to gravity and fall...on top of you.

You tried to stop both of your bodies from losing balance by wrapping your arms around his torso, but your shorter frame was no match for Sakusa’s much bigger body. You can hear shouts of concern coming from the other three guys as the both of you crashed to the floor in a mess of limbs. The air is knocked out of you and you wince at the heavy weight laying on top of you.

During the fall, your eyes shut tight automatically to brace yourself, so it takes a moment for you to reopen them. As soon as your eyelids flutter open, your breath hitches. Sakusa’s face is mere inches from your own and he looks just as stunned as you do. You realize that his thighs are on either side of you and somehow he was able to quickly place a hand under your head to make sure it didn’t come in direct contact with the hard floor after toppling over together. Your heart is beating fast and you can only hope that Sakusa doesn’t notice.

While the two of you are stuck in a brief trance, the rest of the group is just watching in a huddled position. Even they were mostly keeping silent, perhaps anticipating whatever was going to happen next. Hinata's face held a mixture of confusion and wonder, while Atsumu’s expression held obvious annoyance. Bokuto's eyes danced with fascination as his mouth hung loose. 

All of a sudden, the front door slid open and everyone’s head snapped towards the entrance. Osamu stood on the other side wiping his hands on his jeans. 

“Alright, guys. It’s time to-” He stopped speaking once he took a good look at the scene in front of him. It was a bit difficult to figure out what was going through Osamu’s head because he just held a deadpan expression. 

Not liking the bit of tension in the air, you clear your throat. “Um...I could use a little help.”

At your pleading, Osamu steps back inside the shop and grabs Sakusa by the shoulders to slowly take him off of you so that the spiker doesn’t end up falling over again from any sudden movements. You sit up and see that Bokuto had gotten up from his seat to lend you a hand. You take it gratefully.

“I guess now would be a good time to go home,” Bokuto mentions sheepishly. “Do you guys need any help with cleaning?”

Osamu gave Sakusa a glass of water to sober him up a bit then turned to Bokuto. “Just keep an eye on these guys and (Name)-san and I will take care of everything else.”

With that, you and your boss spent the next couple of minutes clearing the area and washing all the used dishes. In the meantime, Bokuto kept an eye on all of the other guys and even called up a taxi to arrive soon. Atsumu and Hinata seemed to have fallen asleep while waiting, and Sakusa just slouched in his chair quietly grumbling about how his sanitizer is undoubtedly contaminated. 

Once everything was set, all of you grabbed your things (Osamu shouldering his snoring brother; Bokuto piggybacking a snoozing Hinata) and locked the door to Onigiri Miya. The taxi was already parked in front of the shop, so all that was left was to figure out how everyone was getting home.

“You only called for one taxi?” Osamu questioned.

“Oh yeah, Omi-kun doesn’t want to ride the taxi,” Bokuto replied as he hoisted Hinata’s body in the back seat of the taxi. “I thought we could all just squeeze into the back since most of us are on the way anyways.”

Sakusa, who is slightly more sober than before, took out a new mask from his bag. “I live a couple blocks down, so I’ll just walk.”

“Oh, actually, I live a couple blocks down too, so I was just planning on walking as well,” you respond. “You all have to go in the opposite direction, so it’ll be a hassle to drop me off.”

Osamu’s eyebrows furrow with unease. “It’s pretty late. I don’t think it’s a good idea to walk around in the dark alone at this hour. Where’s your place?”

“Ashita Complex*.”

“Seriously?!” Bokuto suddenly exclaims, startling everyone. “Omi-kun lives there too!”

“No-”

“That’s great,” Osamu interrupts. “You guys can walk together.”

Bokuto’s hair flairs up along with his arms in satisfaction. “Man, I love it when everything works out and everyone’s happy!”

There seemed to be no room for objections by the germaphobe himself, so he just sighs in defeat. The rest of you just say your goodbyes and Osamu finally shoves Atsumu into the back before taking the front passenger seat himself with Bokuto offering to sit in the back with his sleeping teammates. As soon as the taxi is out of sight, you turn around to see that Sakusa had already started walking ahead.

“Hey! Wait up!” You rush to where Sakusa was and eventually match your strides with his.

The taller man doesn’t slow down his pace and just continues forward. He does, however, glance at you from the corner of his eye. “You know, if you live so close by, it would’ve been fine if they dropped you off.”

“And, leave you to walk home by yourself? No way.” You shake your head to emphasize your resolve. “You’re still slightly tipsy, so I feel more comfortable seeing you get to your apartment in one piece.”

“I’m fine.”

“You say that, but then why are you still swaying as you walk?” You point out. “I know you’re not acting like a typical intoxicated person, but your mind is still pretty cloudy, right?” 

There was no way to counter that argument because even Sakusa knew that he wasn’t exactly walking straight since he wasn’t completely sober. “Then, walk at least six feet behind me.”

You pout a bit at his pettiness. The only way to fight fire is with fire. “Yeah? But, what if you lose your balance and bump into a street light that hundreds of people have probably touched throughout the day?”

Silence. You know you’ve won this time, but you still try to be a bit respectful and stand at least an arm’s length away. 

The rest of the walk is fairly quiet, only the sounds of your footsteps echoing across the empty streets. You didn’t mind, though, since you were able to just enjoy the cool night air that refreshed your tired mind. Once you reached the apartment complex, Sakusa stepped back as you scanned your ID card and opened the door. You figured he just didn’t want to touch anything, but didn’t say anything since you were just too tired to question him.

The only elevator in the building was under maintenance, so the two of you had to take the stairs for today. 

“What floor are you?” You ask.

“3rd.”

“Oh, you live on the floor right below me.” You were a bit surprised at how you haven’t run into him at all since you’ve lived in this apartment for a while. To be honest, it’s probably because he doesn’t go out much unless it’s for volleyball.

As the two of you step onto the 3rd floor, Sakusa starts heading for his apartment door. You didn’t really expect anything from him, so you were taken aback when Sakusa stopped in his tracks to look at you briefly.

“Thanks.”

 A small smile forms on your lips at Sakusa’s simple gesture. “Good night, Sakusa-san.”

The said man just raises a hand over his shoulder without looking back and takes out his keys with his other arm. You standby to make sure he goes in safely and hear the lock click. Satisfied, you climb the rest of the stairs to your floor and make your way to your own apartment. 

As soon as you're inside, you shove off your shoes and make a beeline for the couch. Taking in a deep breath, you eventually exhale willing your exhaustion to leave your body as well. It probably won’t do you any good to fall asleep in your uniform, so you decide to change into more comfortable clothing and prepare for bed. 

Clothed in your favorite gym shorts and oversized T-shirt, you hop into bed. Your eyelids are practically closing in on themselves as you scroll through your phone one last time. Despite your initial tiredness, your eyes shoot open when you catch a glimpse of a certain YouTube video.

“Kodzuken posted a video today!” You squeal out loud. There’s no way you can sleep without watching it now. Kodzuken was your favorite Youtuber, and you’ve never missed a single one of his videos. You even went as far as buying merchandise from his athletic wear company, hence the Bouncing Ball shorts and shirt you were currently wearing as your pajamas. 

If you ever met him in person, you honestly don’t know how you’d react. You’ve heard that he used to play volleyball in high school, so maybe with all the volleyball players you’ve been coming across, fate will find its way to you.

But, a girl could only dream.

Leftovers:

Bright light glares through the blinds of Sakusa’s room to indicate that the sun has already risen quite a bit. A loud doorbell rings through the apartment causing Sakusa to stir. The man opens one eye and groans at the obnoxious headache that was already set to ruin his morning. His mouth is incredibly dry, and he doesn’t feel that he’s gotten nearly enough sleep last night. Sakusa was most definitely feeling the symptoms of a mild hangover.

“I’m going to kill that blonde gremlin.”

With much reluctance, the tall man drags his body to a standing position. He makes the bed as neat as possible before walking out of his room towards the front door. Sakusa makes the effort to look through the peephole to see if he could make out the person who decided to disturb him from the comforts of his bed but is confused when he can’t see anyone outside. 

Normally, he would just walk away and assume it’s just someone who rang the wrong doorbell (it’s happened multiple times before), but there’s a nagging feeling at the back of his brain to just open the door. Sakusa clicked the lock loose and opened the door wide enough for him to peek outside. A slight shuffling noise startled him and when he looked down he saw a plastic bag hooked onto the door handle. 

A little skeptical, Sakusa grabs two disposable gloves from the box he placed next to the entrance of his home and slides them onto his hands. He has no idea where this bag has been, so he’s not taking any chances in coming in contact with potential germs.

Shutting his door closed with his leg, Sakusa makes his way over to his kitchen countertop and places the bag on top of it. He considers just throwing it out, but notices a pink slip of paper at the top of the contents inside. Curiously, he pulls it out and realizes that it’s a written note. He doesn’t recognize the handwriting, but skims through to find any hints of the sender, and surely enough, he sees your name printed in the second sentence.

Hey, Sakusa-san! It’s (Surname) (Name). I’m on my way to work, so I thought I’d just drop this off really quick. You drank quite a bit, so I made you some soup to counter the hangover. Don’t worry! I thoroughly washed my hands and put on gloves before making it! Feel free to throw it out if it makes you uncomfortable. I also put in an extra sanitizer since I know you were upset about the one yesterday. Have a nice day at practice!

Sakusa just stares blankly at the piece of paper for a couple seconds before putting it down and analyzing the contents in the plastic bag. Just like you said, there’s a large blue thermos and a travel-size sanitizer bottle that looks almost identical to the one he dropped yesterday just in a different color. If he were to be completely honest, he probably has the same bottle somewhere in his cleaning supply shelf, but you can never have too many sanitizers. As he took out both items, his nose caught the familiar scent of disinfectant. You must’ve wiped down everything before placing it in the bag.

The stoic man stares at the thermos and sanitizer in silence. After a couple more moments, he simply turns towards his stove and starts heating up the soup.

Ashita Complex: I made it up :D (If you’re curious, ashita means ‘tomorrow’ in Japanese)

***Please do not succumb to peer pressure when drinking, folks! Drink safe!

A/N: the #1 Cockblock Award goes to...Miya Osamu, everyone! Hehe, just kidding~ I also added a ‘Leftovers’ part to this chapter as sort of an ‘extra’ or an ‘omake’! I don’t know how often I’ll add these, but I really wanted to write this one, so I hope you enjoyed it too!

#haikyuu #onigiri miya #onigiri miya tidbits #secretpeachtea #osamu #msby #atsumu #sakusa #hinata #bokuto

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Indi Hartwell/Dexter Lumis | Samuel Shaw Characters: Indi Hartwell, Dexter Lumis | Samuel Shaw, Candice LeRae, Johnny Gargano, Austin Theory Summary:

Indi Hartwell finds something that makes her rethink how she is feeling with Dexter Lumis. What will it change? If she takes a chance how will it end up?

If you want to read and review at that link above you can. If not you can read Chapter 5 below. 

“A Lift”

Indi was feeling especially exhausted as she exited the performance center and made her way over to her car parked in the front lot. She fidgeted in her pocket until she found the key and unlocked the door. She sat down and pulled out her phone.

“Wow…” Indi spoke to herself seeing how late it actually was. She had lost track of time as she had been getting some time in the ring and was paying hardly any attention. She was still sore between that and the workout she had squeezed in as well.

Indi attempted to start her vehicle but nothing happened. She crinkled her nose in a moment of confusion before trying again. Still, nothing happened, not even so much as a crank.

“Great,” Indi breathed out in a large sigh. She glanced up to see the only other car in the lot driving away. She fumbled to get out of the car in an attempt to wave them down but they continued to keep driving down the road and out of the area.

Indi slumped her shoulders defeatedly and walked back to look at her car with her hands on her hips as if she could somehow convey her disappointment to the machine. She glanced around one more time for any sight of anyone in the surrounding area but all was still.

The quietness was actually somewhat unnerving so Indi walked back over to her car and sat down in the driver seat. She pulled out her phone and went into her contacts she scrolled down to Candice and nearly pressed the call button. She paused though when her eyes caught the time again at the top of her phone.

Indi shook her head knowing probably Candice would already be asleep along with Johnny. Austin would be up but he was not even in the state at the moment. She sighed with frustration and leaned her head forward onto her steering wheel.

“This is ridiculous,” Indi spoke to herself as she sat back up against the back of her seat. She weighed her phone in her hand for a moment before bringing it back up to look at her contacts. It was then a notification came through from Instagram.

Indi smiled as she saw that Dexter had posted. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she worked quickly to send a text to him.

“Hey, my car won’t start and I am stuck in the lot of the PC… sorry to bother but do you think you could come?”

Indi hit send and settled back in to examine her predicament again. She wasn’t a mechanic but she knew enough to know it was most likely a dead battery, judging by the fact that nothing in the car worked currently so she couldn’t even put on the radio while she waited.

She did have her phone though so she pulled up to check her Instagram and saw Dexter’s post on top. Just a picture of him before he was about to go to the ring captured by one of the WWE camera crew. She grinned as he was bathed in the blue light with smoke all around him. She found her finger lightly tracing his outline as she got a little caught up in her thoughts.

She quickly typed a response on the picture. Simply a heart emoji. She didn’t want to say too much because too much would probably get back to Candice or Johnny and she didn’t want to deal with that again, at least not until she had to.

(****)

Indi had been absentmindedly scrolling social media for some time now. She glanced up at the time to see it was well past midnight now. She lowered her phone and examined the parking lot to see she was still alone. She frowned and then got her phone to go back into the contacts, surely she could get someone to come.

Indi was scrolling when a light tap on her window caused her to jump and yelp. She placed a hand over her thumping heart as she turned to see Dexter lower himself to eye level with her on the other side of the window. Her fear subsided and she hurriedly opened the door for him.

He was wearing blue jeans and a black muscle shirt and missing his trademark gloves and Indi was having trouble not noticing… things. This look was slightly different than she was used to seeing him and he was not the only one not speaking as the silence hung in the air between them.

“Um…” Indi cleared her throat as she made eye contact with him. “It won’t do anything.”

Dexter wordlessly leaned into the vehicle and over her, becoming unbearably close for Indi. She could smell the slightest hint of aftershave on his neck and she resisted the urge to touch his arm as it came to rest hovering over her chest.

Indi watched as he tried to turn the key a few times and nothing happened. He held his hand on it for a moment before returning to his former position of kneeling in the open door next to her.

“Battery?” Indi managed to find her voice. He nodded. “I kind of figured.”

Dexter stood up and backed away slightly to allow for her to step out. She followed his cue and did so. She started to shut the door to the car but he reached up to gently stop her and pointed inside at her passenger seat. Indi’s eyes followed him to see her phone and gym bag still laying inside.

Dexter then gestured to his car parked on the other side of hers. Indi understood he was going to give her a ride so she reached in and gathered her things from the vehicle and stood in front of him. She suddenly felt sort of self-conscious as some of the stray hairs that had escaped from her loose ponytail blew into her face and she was made keenly aware that she was still a bit of a sweaty mess.

Indi turned slightly out of the light and lowered her head. Dexter stepped closer to her and stuck his hand out in an offer to take her bag. She glanced up at him without fully raising her head.

“Thanks,” Indi said as she released the bag into his hands and watched as he walked around her car and over to his. He popped the trunk and placed the bag gently inside. Much more gently than the contents required. He stood up and fastened the trunk and made his way over to the passenger door of his car and pulled it open.

Indi watched as he stepped back to the edge of the door and waited expectantly for her. So she walked over and slid into the passenger seat of his car before he gently shut the door behind her. Immediately Indi noticed how much his car smelled like him and she found it incredibly comforting and sexy at the same time.

Indi glanced around at the interior of the older model muscle car. It was in immaculate condition for an older vehicle. Indi smirked when she saw that it still had an original radio in it without even so much as a cd player, and was devoid of any of the modern amenities that cars seemed to come with.

Indi was still admiring the vehicle when Dexter opened the driver-side door and the dome light came on. She frowned remembering what her face looked like. She turned away from him as he sunk into the seat next to her. She was grateful when he shut the door and the light slowly dimmed before fading to black.

Indi did not consider herself to be very vain. However, it was not exactly ideal for Dexter to see her in such a state. She was sure what little makeup she had on had run and smeared and it wasn’t pleasant. He, however, she noticed as she glanced over at him again had every hair perfectly in place and looked amazing. Certainly, she had not got him out of bed.

Dexter started the car and it came to life in a low rumble. He turned to her for a moment and nodded past her to her car. She somehow knew exactly what he was asking.

“I will just have it looked at in the morning,” Indi dismissively waved at the car. “Just take me home.”

The weight of Indi’s words suddenly hit her as she realized that Dexter would be taking her home to her apartment. A place he had never been. A place she was sure he did not even know where it was. She took a deep breath and sat up in her seat a little.

“Hold on,” Indi pulled up a map on her phone and zoomed in to show him where she lived. “Do you know where that is?”

He glanced over at the phone and moved her hand up closer to him to get a better look. Indi smiled when his hand enveloped hers. After a moment he let go and leaned back with a nod. He then pulled the car out of the lot.

(****)

Indi was struggling. She was trying so hard to not look over him as he drove them along the nearly empty highway to her place. The soft glow of street lights filled the cabin of the car every few seconds and it was then Indi tried to sneak a peek. For his part, he seemed to not notice her or at least not let on as he was keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“I’m sorry to call on you so late,” Indi spoke, breaking the several-minute silence they had been in. She saw him curl his nose up slightly. He didn’t mind. “Night owl huh?”

He nodded.

“I kind of figured,” Indi replied with a smile and a shrug.

He turned to her and raised his eyebrows.

“I can be as well,” Indi responded, understanding him completely. The look on his face indicated his pleasure with her response. “It umm… is the next right.”

Dexter slowed the car down and hit the turn signal as he approached the turn.

“Ow,” Indi felt a cramp coming in her thigh muscle. A side effect of going as hard as she went tonight. Her noise got Dexter’s attention as a look of concern came over his face. “A cramp.”

Indi went about attempting to massage it out but was having no luck as it persisted. She felt Dexter’s hand on her wrist and turned to him. He nodded to her leg and opened his hand. She understood and moved her hand out of the way.

Indi could not believe it as within nearly seconds of his hand pressing down into her thigh the pain was starting to subside. He was keeping his eyes on the road as he gently kneaded her sore muscle. Soon the muscle had completely stopped seizing and he went to move his hand back across the center console.

Indi was already missing his touch so she reached out and placed her hand in his. The action surprised her nearly as much as it appeared to surprise him as his eyes widened slightly and he glanced over at her out of the corner of his eye.

“You have the magic touch,” Indi stated as she felt him enclose his hand over hers. She studied his face and saw the corner of his mouth raise. They rode this way for several minutes.

“It is right up here,” Indi pointed out the windshield. Dexter started slowing the car down and moved their hands over to the gear shift to downshift the car. Indi smiled as he did so and then turned the car into her parking lot. “It is the one on the end.”

Dexter drove the car down to the far end of the parking lot and pulled it into a parking spot. He put the car in park and turned to face Indi.

She was lost in his eyes, a light at the end of the lot was bathing him in its blueish glow and it seemed very fitting.

“Thank you…” Indi finally spoke. He nodded and closed his eyes momentarily. She reluctantly untangled her hand from his and opened her car door. She quickly stepped out as the light filled the interior of the vehicle.

Indi stood up and saw he too had exited the car and was making his way back to the trunk. He popped it and retrieved her bag before making his way over to her.

“Thanks,” Indi held her hand out for the bag. He nodded with his head up to her apartment. She smiled. “It’s okay… I got it.”

He gently placed the bag into her open hands and stepped back a bit. Indi shuffled her feet slightly, before letting out a small laugh, prompting him to cock his head slightly.

“Johnny and Candice would kill me if they knew…” Indi explained, before laughing again. Dexter studied her for a moment before his mouth curled into a smile.

Indi noticed and stopped laughing. She stepped closer to him and dropped the bag on the ground at her side. She raised a hand up to his cheek.

“You should smile more often,” Indi said locking eyes with him and searching for his response deep within. He ducked his head slightly and she found it to be incredibly endearing. He then shook his head yes.

Indi moved closer and he met her halfway to capture her in a kiss. His arms went around her and she found herself being effortlessly lifted off the ground into his arms as the kiss went further. He eventually sat her back down on the ground and she nearly audibly protested.

Indi placed her hand on his chest and felt his heart racing. She smiled as she felt her own doing the same. It seemed they were competing to see which would go faster. She locked her eyes back into his again.

“I should… probably…” Indi gestured behind her to her apartment. He nodded in understanding and stepped back slightly. She suddenly craved his closeness again but resisted the urge to move into his space.

Dexter retrieved her bag off the ground for her and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” Indi stated before she started backing away from him. She eventually turned and took a few steps before stopping. She turned to him and realized her mess of a self was now bathed completely in the blue light from above but didn’t care anymore.

Her turning back to him had caught his eye and stopped him from making his way around the car. He studied her for a moment. This time it was simply the look on her face that spoke volumes. He walked up to her brushed a few stray hairs out of her face that was caught in the warm night breeze. He rested his hand on her cheek and her eyes danced back and forth expectantly.

Indi watched as his mouth seemingly started to curve into a smile but she was shocked when instead he mouthed the word “beautiful.” She felt overcome and wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her close and into a hug.

Indi knew she was falling for Dexter Lumis before. Now, she knew it was past that. She was too far gone to be falling anymore. No. She knew now, standing here in his arms it wasn’t a crush, it wasn’t an act of rebellion, it wasn’t a phase, it wasn’t any of those things. She had fallen in love.

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