#it's been in my folder for little over six months

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine becoming the beast pirate's espionage chief

Kaido: I know you don't trust him, but I can't and won't act against him while he's still useful to me.

You: I'm glad you said that, I've used most of my free time in the last month to gather proof. [hands Kaido an appropriate-sized folder] I found that Mister Bennington of Foodvalten did not exist until six years ago.

Kaido: [pulls out a pair of delicate reading glasses, puts them on, and thumbs through the folder]

You: His real name is Frank Jenkins, and he's sixty-eight. He was born in the Appaloosa archipelago, where he started his life of crime at six, swindling tourists. By age fourteen, he moved on to robbery, arson, and petty theft. However, by age twenty, Frank found his lifelong modiis operandi, scam, fraud, and grand theft. Frank posed as a rich entrepreneur and stole large amounts of money from a mining operation before disappearing. He did similar scams on Alabasta, Cactus Island, Jaya, Water 7, and Applenine Island.

Kaido: [closes the folder and hands it off to King] ... you are quite thorough, you even included Marine and local police reports from over forty years ago. How did you get a hold of these without leaving the island?

You: CP-0 and Dofflamingo

Kaido: I figured, but how did you get them to give these to you?

You: I called in favors with Dofflamingo, and performed a few sexual favors with CP-0.

King: Is that why I walked in on you jerking off one of those masked freaks?

You: yeah, and you calling them masked freaks is a bit like the pot calling the kettle black. Also, you don't have any room to judge me, Maria has told me all about your little trysts with her.

King: She's too much of a gossip, as are you, and I don't care about gossip.

You: so you don't want to know which of the tobiroppo brought pubic lice into the crew, and where they got it?

Kaido: Tell me who is the culprit, right this minute.

You: hmm, I dunno, what's in it for me?

Kaido: I won't kill you where you stand.

You: That threat only works on people who like living.

King: How about a promotion to espionage chief, your own quarters and bathroom here and on any of the ships, and a raise?

You: deal, it was Who's-Who, he got it fucking one of Big Mom's kids.

Kaido: I'll kill him! Those little bastards have been gnawing on my balls for weeks. [vigorously scratches his crotch]

You: And that's why I don't fuck my crewmates unless I benefit from it because y'all are nasty.

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[starry-bi-sky]

Hello Starry! I just had a thought about your Danyal al Ghul AU, and didn't have anyone else to share it with, so here we go:

If in this universe Bruce is Jewish, and Danny knows this(probably from a google search), he may wear a Star of David necklace to have a piece of his father with him at all times, since he knows he will never get to meet him. Or maybe the necklace sits in a box under a floorboard, because he can't stand the constant reminder of the father he'll never get to have. Maybe he observes Sam and her family celebrate Jewish holidays, or he learns how to by himself, but uses the time to mourn, instead of celebrate.

Anyways, hope all is well, and thank you for sharing your writing!

AAHHHH??? YOUR BRAIN??? Thank you!! I love sharing my writing, it soothes my need for attention lol. lmao, even. (Also how did you know i was thinking of my danyal al ghul au today -- i have an unfinished draft that i was thinking of delving into after my work meeting) also aahh!!!!!!!! im so happy that you wanted to share your thoughts with me about it <333

But dude BOTH of these ideas are soo?? GOOD and ANGSTY. I love angsty. Danny would for sure know if Bruce was Jewish, lil guy did an obsessive amount of research on his dad the moment he got his hands on a computer and figured out how they worked. Danny has like, a three inch thick folder almost on his father alone. Anything he could get his hands on, he's got it. That thickness is almost exclusively from his first like, six months in Amity Park. He keeps it in a box in his closet, along with his growing-folder on Damian and his achievements as Damian Wayne. He pages through it when he's feeling like mourning.

First off: him wearing a Star of David necklace to feel connected to Bruce. That is SO sad and I love it so much. He bought it with an allowance he'd been given when he first started living with the Fentons, he keeps it tucked under his shirt so nobody even knows he has it. Sam and Tucker don't until it slips out while he's hanging out with them and when they ask him about it, Danny very reluctantly tells them that his father is Jewish. When he's distracted, nervous, or sad, he fidgets with it. How this looks is that he looks like he's kinda rubbing his chest, like ungrasping and grasping something.

Second Off: him keeping it in a box under the floorboards. That is also so, so good. He's got it in the box along with a few other things that remind him of his father and Damian and his mother. He takes it out when he's feeling particularly lonely and homesick, it's a feeling that never really goes away even after five years of living in Amity Park. It's like a longing for something you'll never see again, but isn't that just how grief works? i can just imagine him sitting against the bed, late at night and back from patrol. He's still in his ghost form, his katana laid on the ground next to him, and his almost bird-like cape pooling down beside him as he cups the necklace in his hand like he's cradling an egg. Maybe he's bleeding from somewhere, and he's telling the necklace about patrol, murmured soft in Arabic.

When he finds out Sam is Jewish he probably, after much consideration, asks if he can observe their holidays -- after all, researching Jewish holidays only does so much. Sam agrees when he explains why, much to her parents chagrin, and he sometimes tags along. But once he gets an understanding of how they go, he starts doing it on his own. Somewhat. He celebrates with Sam for most of it, and then has some time to himself where he celebrates it on his own. So it's a little bit of both.

^^^ which brings me to thinking about my danyal snippet here where Sam is at a Wayne gala and tears into her parents over Danny in front of Bruce. And it's making me think of, with this idea in mind, Sam in a moment of emotional impulsivity, saying "I know that he wears a Star of David because his father is Jewish and he wants to be closer to him, because he loves him so very fucking much." And while saying that, briefly makes direct eye contact with Bruce as a way to tell him "I know you're his fucking dad. Look at the son you have left behind."

If only for the emotional gut punch that can leave Bruce with. 🥰

Thank you for the ask! I had a lot of fun responding to it, have a fantastic evening/day/night.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #also courtesy of my good friend the-navistar-carol danyal is very 'paul revere' by noah kahan coded. you should def give it a listen if you #have the time. the lyrics go HARD look: 'but I'm in my car and I see the yard. the patch of grass where we buried the dog and the world- #makes sense behind a chainlink fence. if i could leave i would've already left.' AND 'and when they ask me who i am. i'll say i'm not from #around here.' like absolutely go take a listen if you have the time. #if anyone were to see him while he's talking to the necklace they might see him crying once or twice. but that's not possible. #al ghuls do not cry.

[simp4pedropascal75]

Secretary (Javier Peña x Reader)

summary: You graduated from university with dreams of becoming a DEA agent. One year before your graduation, a class trip took you to Colombia, where you met Javier Peña. The two of you quickly bonded over the six months you spent together, but after you left, he grew distant. When you return as a freshly minted DEA agent, you discover that you have not been hired as a DEA agent, but as a secretary.

words: 5.2k

this ff takes place in the late 1980s! (but you still can chat with him? yeah, doesn't make sense)

trigger warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap(reader in her 20s, Javier in his late 30s), explict language, mentioning of s3x in public, fluff, violence, smoking, being catcalled and harrased by a man, a little bit of angst (?), spoilers of narcos season 1 (?), one mention of y/n

a/n: sorry for taking a while for writing a new ff, but i thank you for over 500 likes on bad guy and also thank you so much for over 108 followers<3 this really keeps me motivated to write.

I also apologize if I mess up the plot of narcos and don't get everything right like it is in the series. English is not my first language and I'm not finished with the series yet. I just finished season 2 episode 3, and lord have mercy with this sex scene of pedro.

But please don't spoiler me in the comments what happens next in the series, thanks<3

And I guess I'll be making a little series out of this, when my creativity is working, what do you think?

i wish you a fun time reading:)

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You are finally getting your mark on your uniform from your teacher. You stand there with a proud smile, looking into the crowd and seeing your parents.

You finally graduated from university to be a DEA agent.

Since you were a kid, your dream was always being a DEA agent, just like your dad. Your dad was stationed in Colombia, that’s why you didn’t see him that much, but when you came visiting him or he came home to Miami, he told you about his stories. He told you how he chased drug traffickers, went on missions and all the other stuff. As a kid, it just amazed you.

That’s why you began to train early for being an DEA agent. Since you were 5, you started solving riddles, like: ‘who stole grandma’s cat?’ and so on. When you got older, you loved solving murder, drug cases or already solved cases from your dad, which you had to solve again.

And it was pretty fun… and to be honest, you were god damn good.

That’s why after you finished high school with 19 years, you went to a DEA university. You were lying, if you're saying it wasn’t pretty hard… sometimes, when you were on your lowest, you even thought about quitting. But even if it was difficult, you didn’t want to throw away your dream, so, you kept going.

One year before your graduation, you went to Colombia with your class. You stayed there 6 months and of course your lessons continued there.

You visited the station where your dad was working and that was also the time where the hunt of Pablo Escobar started. And also, the time… well, where you met Javier Peña.

Every Sunday, you and your class were allowed to go to the station and were shown around, got told some stories and some tips how life works as a DEA agent. It was pretty interesting…

and who really made it interesting was Javi.

You and Javier got pretty close for the whole six months. You got friends… well maybe a little more than that…

Of course, you also met his partner Steve Murphy and you got along also, but just as friends.

You didn’t remember exactly how everything with Javier started, but in the first weeks you were going to the station, you and Javi always talked and you two just got along well. Sometimes he would steal you from the rest of the group to show you some more private folders, because he knew how interested you were in all of this… and also, to make out with you.

But expect of how good he kisses… or fucks.

He was there when you needed him.

Unfortunately, in the last month, your dad got injured when he was on a mission with Javier and Steve. Your dad got shot bad in a shooting and when you got the news, Javi was there to comfort you. Luckily, your dad did survive, but he was left incapable of working ever again.

Also, you didn’t ever know, what you and Javier really are. You know, he slept with a lot of women, mostly to gain information for work, but he also stopped sleeping with other women, for the whole six months when he was with you,

well, that’s what Steve told you.

But he never actually asked you if you would be his girlfriend or something… but neither did you.

One time when he showed your class around, the topic was the balance between work and personal life. He told everyone that he personally doesn’t do ‘relationships’ because of work and he isn’t interested in it, he finds it more exciting to get to know many women. And that’s what probably kept you from asking him because you were scared to get rejected.

Of course, you fell in love with him, but you thought he didn’t.

Also, your dad doesn’t know anything about what you and Javier had… and if he would have found out, he would probably fire Javier. Since his incident he was very protective over you and worried about you getting a DEA agent like him.

But nothing got in your way again, even if you were really not feeling great because Javi and you barley had contact after you left.

You kept going.

And now you're finally standing on the stage, proud with your mark on your uniform and even graduated as the class best.

At the evening you begin packing your suitcase for the flight to Colombia. You planned since the beginning of your studies, to go back to Colombia and work at the same station your dad did. You feel excited of the thought that your dream is finally going true. Also… how will it be meeting Javi again?

You sigh at the thought and suddenly your phone vibrates. You grab it and look on the display.

-

Javi

‘heard you graduated, congratulations, hermosa.

-

Your heart skips as he writes you that and you don’t notice how red your cheeks get. He didn’t write you often, nearly never, but when he did, he continued calling you hermosa, cariño,… and all the other names he had for you.

-

you

thanks, agent. maybe I’ll be your boss soon.

Javi

you wish. your dad told me to pick you up at the airport tomorrow.

-

You start to get a nervous feeling in your chest, but also can’t help to smile.

-

you

okay, looking forward for tomorrow then, agent.

Javi

see you tomorrow, cariño.

-

You throw your phone on your bed and lay down next to it. You can’t keep down your butterflies in your stomach. The thought of seeing him again after one year has you smiling, but also getting you even more nervous.

What should I say when he picks me up?

Should you hug him? What if he kisses me?!

God, I really need to know what to talk about, I hate awkward silence.

You think and start panicking. You groan in frustration into your pillow. You grab after your phone and scroll through your chats with Javi.

Your smile fades as you see your calls he didn’t pick up, how he responded to some messages from you after literally one month. Sometimes he didn’t even respond. You know, he has really much work to do and doesn’t have it easy… but seeing how he barley contacted you, makes you feel disappointed… you really thought he would like you back…

Maybe I have to high expectations, you think.

Maybe he doesn’t care so much about that, but you do. You gave him your trust in so many ways…

And with that thought, you get up with a sigh and look frustrated at your closet. You watch at some of your bikinis. “yeah, I think I’m going to take this one”, you mumble to yourself with a smirk, taking the string bikini in his favourite colour.

…

You walk towards the exit with your two suitcases and back bag. As you step out of the airport, you take in the warm, tropical breezes. You feel the air brushing across your skin and hair. The sun’s rays are warm and comforting as they peek through the clouds. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, taking a moment for yourself that you’re finally reaching your dream.

“bienvenido a casa, hermosa.”, you hear a very familiar voice saying and you wince.

“goddammit- you scared the shit out of me”, you say out of breath and then take a moment to look at him. He’s leaned against the car, with a cigarette between his fingers. Your feelings are going insane again. He’s still the same, just like when you left. But… he got a little more muscular.

“really? that’s how you act when we see each other after this long time?”, he chuckles and raises an eyebrow.

“shut up”, you mumble as you roll your eyes and walk towards him. You don’t think about it and just wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into a hug. You hug him tightly and you don’t know why, but your eyes start to get wet. Smelling his scent again of cigarettes, leather and musk… it’s addicting.

As you feel how he pulls you closer by wrapping his hands around your waist, your heart skips.

“missed me?”, he whispers and you sense his smirk. “maybe.”, you answer and even if you don’t want to, you end the hug and go some steps back to take your suitcases.

As you feel a wet drop rolling down your cheek, you immediately wipe the tear away and pull yourself together to give him a happy smile. “would you mind helping me with these?”, you point out your baggage.

Javi chuckles as he takes the last drag out of his cigarette until he throws it away and takes two of your suitcases, putting it into the trunk. “god woman-, how many clothes have you in these?”, he gasps and closes it.

“‘need something to dress, you know”, you chuckle and roll your eyes while going into the car. You expected him to say something like: “around me you won’t have to wear many clothes”, but… obviously he holds himself back.

You take a seat next to him and he starts the engine, drinking away from the parking lot. You roll down the window to let the warm breeze of Colombia fly against you. As you were driving through the city, you couldn’t help but just stare out of the window. “feels good to be here again”, you mumble and notice how much you missed this.

You expected him to say something like: “feels good to have you near me again”, but no… nothing.

After a while you finally hear his voice again. “class’s best huh?”, he chuckles and you roll your eyes. “yeah. my dad told you?, you ask and see him nod. “yeah”

“How’s the situation with Pablo? I watched the news, but they don’t tell much and you never know if they’re telling real shit.”, you ask while looking at all the buildings. You see kids play soccer outside and smile. “He’s a fucking pain in the ass, that’s what I can tell you”, Javier mumbles while concentrating on the road.

“You know, we’ll be working together now, you can tell me?”, you point out and raise your eyebrows.

“Let me say, the situation got worse. It’s true that he killed all these people by blowing up an airplane”, he answers and you gulp when you hear that. “There’s a fuckin’ war right in Colombia.”, he adds.

You see that he’s tense because of this topic. As you take a closer look at his face, you also notice he didn’t get proper sleep for like a whole month. “And… you’re fine?”, you mumble concerned.

“I’m fine, hermosa. Nothing to worry about.”, he answers and drives in the streets of Medellin. You remember now where you are. You see the streets you and your class walked down. You also remember that you will soon drive past an ice cream truck… and memories pop up in your mind.

…

Javier kidnapped you from a trip with your class through the streets of Medellin, again. You were walking down the road, he was right behind you and constantly staring at your ass, because you wore a shorts.

How couldn’t you? It was like 40 degrees in the middle of the day.

A heat wave was surrounding you and the sun was shining right into your face. “you’re not very unobtrusive when it comes to staring, you know.”, you smirk and take a quick look behind you.

“maybe I don’t want to be unobtrusive…”, he says while taking a drag from his cigarette. You roll your eyes at him. You just continue walking and hear a chuckle behind you as you rolled your eyes.

As you keep walking, you spot an ice cream truck. “You know, I really need to cool down now.”, you say and with that you just cross the street, walking towards the ice cream truck. “ice cream, really?”, you hear Javi saying behind you. “You want one too?”, you ask but he shakes his head to no in response.

“Hola señor, me gustaría una cucharada de vainilla y fresa en la oblea, por favor.”, you order in Spanish. You smile proud as the man in the truck understands you and gives you a smile. “Impressing.”, you hear Javier whispering right behind you what makes you laugh. Your Spanish wasn’t actually that bad, when you came to Colombia as a kid to visit your dad, you heard this language all around you. And in school you also had some Spanish lessons.

The man hands you over the ice cream and you hand him the money instead. “Gracias”, you say with a kind smile and then go on the crosswalk again. You and Peña walked to a shady spot, to give you two a break from the burning sun.

You start licking your ice cream from the bottom to the top. And, he was watching you.

He sees how you take long stripes of the ice cream, sometimes licking just the tip. Because of the hot Colombian sun, the ice cream begins to melt quickly.

Drops of ice cream land on your hot, light sweated neck, your thighs and your chin. Then, also on your tank top. “Fuck…,” you mumble and don’t notice how hard you’re making it for Javier. You take your finger, wipe the ice cream away and lick it off your finger.

“goddammit, y/n.”, you hear him cuss quietly, you look at him and notice the bulge on his jeans. “Ops.”, you say innocently and chuckle. You just continue licking your ice cream while looking directly into his eyes. You love teasing him… and always know where it leads you too.

It doesn’t take long to Javier grab your arm and drag you into a small alley. You let your ice cream fall, because of him. “Javi! My ice cream!”, you say literally heart broken like a kid and pout.

Suddenly you feel his tongue licking up the ice cream, which landed on your neck. “Javi, what are you-“, he cuts you off by smashing his lips onto yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting the flavour of your ice cream.

Some minutes later, you find yourself being fucked from behind and pressed against the cold wall.

…

You don’t notice you’re pressing your tights together, but he does. “How about we get some ice cream? I really want to have ice cream now”, you ask with a slight smile on your face. You wanted to see if he remembered, if his body still responses to the memories of you.

And… it does.

He hesitates and wants to disagree. “Please...”, you beg and you know one thing, he can’t resist your begging… well, not for a long time.

You hear him let out a loud sigh, before whispering a quiet: “okay”.

Yup, still works, you think.

He pulls over and parks right next to the ice cream truck. And it’s really the same as one year ago.

You get out of the car and order yourself an ice cream, you feel him looking at you while you’re waiting. After you finally got your ice cream, you come back in the car and buckle up. You took the same flavours as last time. You take a long stripe of the ice cream and let out a soft satisfying moan.

God, how you missed this.

You hear Javier starting the engine quite impulsive and you can’t help but chuckle.

“So, where we’re going?”, you ask while licking your ice cream. “I’ll let you out at your dads old apartment. You can get yourself comfortable there and unpack your suitcases until I pick you up to drive to the station.”, he says tense but focussed on the road. You let out a cute short “okay” and just continued looking out of the window.

After thirty minutes, you arrive at the building where your dad’s old apartment was. You get out of the car and Javier opens the trunk, taking out your suitcases. As you wanted to take the suitcases, Javier has them already in his grip and getting them up the stairs.

“such a gentleman”, you tease and he opens the door of your building. “just get your ass up these stairs”, he says while rolling his eyes and you laugh.

As you two walked up some stairs, you finally arrived at your apartment. He gets out the keys your dad left for you and locks up the door. You walk through the door and immediately look around while Javier is getting your baggage inside. “It’s cute”, you say and walk to the front door, where he’s standing.

“There you go, cariño.”, he hands you over the keys, “‘gonna pick you up at 4, okay?”, you nod in response. “Thanks”, you say to him with a smile before he closes the door and you see him driving away.

You sigh and everything still feels pretty unrealistic. You go on your small balcony, feeling the hot sun burning in your skin. “I’m back, Colombia.”

You started unpacking your suitcase and made yourself comfortable. You took a shower, put a little make up on to cover the rings under your eyes and got yourself a dress. You’re wearing a white tank top with a shorts, since it’s still very hot outside. “I really need to go grocery shopping...”, you mumble when you’re looking in the empty fridge. You grab an apple out your bag pack and take a bite.

You look at the clock and it’s already 4 o’clock. You grab your cardigan, in case it gets colder in the evening and walk down the stairs, going out on the street and looking around for Javier. It doesn’t take long until you see a black Jeep Cherokee driving down the street.

Yeah, that’s him.

He pulls over and is leaned out of the window with a cigarette in his fingers. He’s wearing the same as in the morning, but now with yellow toned sunglasses.

God, he looks fucking hot.

“Ready?”, he asks while taking a drag of his cigarette. “always”, you reply with a smirk and get in the car. As he starts driving, you feel the excitement building up in you. The thought of you finally working and getting your place in a DEA station, makes your heart jump from happinesses. You worked your whole life for this.

You don’t live far away from the station and as Javier was parking, you saw Steve waiting outside. A big smile comes across your face. You two get out of the car and we’re walking towards the entrance.

“Hello, newbie”, Steve chuckles as he pulls you into a hug. “Shut up”, you roll your eyes and hug him back. “good to see you again”, he says as he lets go of you and you give him a smile. “good to see you too”, you reply and suddenly the door opens and Colonel Carrillo comes out.

You’ve seen him not often, just sometimes when your dad talked with him. “Buenos días, señorita Álvarez”, he says and offers his hand for a handshake. You give him a smile. “Colonel Carrillo.”, you nod and shake his hand, as Javi and Steve greet him too. ”also congratulations for graduating”, he says kind but with a stern face. “Follow me”, he says and walks into the station with you three following.

You squeak quietly because of excitement and your heart beats out of your chest. You walk through the hallway, and already seeing the office of the DEA agent, but instead of walking further, Carrillo opens the door to the secretary’s office.

“There you go”, he says and you just stand there confused. But not only you’re confused, you also feel Javier and Steve’s confusing look. “Um… that’s the secretary’s office”, you mumble and Carrillo nods. “Yeah.”, he says confidently. “I’m a DEA agent, sir.”, you point out, still completely confused.

“Oh, your father didn’t told you yet?”, you shake your head to no. “Your dad wanted you to watch first, to get some feeling for the job before working completely as a DEA agent. Also, the case with Pablo Escobar is kind of heavy.”, Carrillo continues explaining and you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“What.”, you gasp slightly and feeling complete anger flowing through your whole body.

“‘being your boss soon’, huh?”, you hear Javi quoting your message with a chuckle. You find that anything but funny. “Shut the fuck up.”, you growl to him, and then force a smile to Carrillo.

“If you would excuse me for a minute, sir.”, you mumble tensely and get out of the office, walking out of the station and calling your dad. Murphy and Peña follow you outside, watching you walk up and down while holding your cellphone to your ear.

“poor girl.”, Steve sighs while leaning against the wall. “guess daddy is pretty scared for her”, he adds and Javi sighs while lighting up a cigarette, handing the lighter to Steve. “I mean, she isn’t bad… I think she would be a good help for us.”, Javi says while taking a drag of his cigarette while they watch you literally yell into your cellphone.

“Dad what the actual fuck?! You know how hard I worked for becoming an agent, and now you’re hiring me as the fucking secretary?”, you yell upset. “You’re not even working as the Colonel with Carrillo anymore, how can you still decide something like that!?”

“I wouldn’t want to get into an argument with her, that’s clear..”, Steve mumbles as he’s taking a drag of his cigarette too and looks over to Javi, who’s just watching you.

“You’re planning to fuck with her again?”, he asks and laughs slightly. “Shut up, Murphy”, Javi mumbles. “No I mean seriously… I know you like her, man”, Steve says while you’re still yelling into your phone, shortly before throwing it on the street.

“‘dunno… I didn’t reply to her calls, or texts often after she left…”, Javi sighs.

“Wow.”, Steve gasps as he finishes smoking. “You really are an asshole”, Steve points out and claps on his shoulder.

“but seriously, she likes you, Peña. Make it up to her ”, he says seriously while you’re on the edge to destroy your phone. “You really need a woman in your life, man”.

“Dad, I’m fucking 26! I can take care of myself”, they hear and see you scream.

Javi starts thinking about Steve words and finishes his cigarette too.

“she’s not gonna throw her phone, is she?”, Steve asks while raising his eyebrows as he keeps watching you how literally go rage. “If you think that, you don’t know her enough”, Javi just answers and one second later, you hang up and throw your cellphone directly throw it on the ground.

Steve just stays there in shock. “Told you”, Javi chuckles. As Steve sees how you walk towards them, he immediately makes his way into the station again. “‘need to do some paperwork”, he excuses and Javi rolls his eyes at him.

You take a deep breath and walk to Javi. “Well unfortunately my dad thinks I’m incapable of taking care and defending myself, even if I trained my whole fucking life for this.”, you complain and run your hand through your hair.

“'guess being class best and graduating after such a long time, isn’t enough.”, you sigh and try to calm down. Javi just keeps looking at you.

“I’ll talk to him”, he suddenly says and you look at him. “what? with my dad? that won’t help”, you scoff. “No, I mean with Colonel Carrillo. "I have a good rapport with him.”, he tells you and puts his hand into his pockets.

“If it doesn’t help, you can come over to us in secret, going through some folders and stuff”, he suggests and you nod slowly. “yeah…”, you just sigh. “thanks.. “, you add, turn around and take your phone with a pretty broken display from the ground.

“Would you mind driving me to the grocery store? I don’t have my car yet”, you ask after some minutes of silence. He takes a look at his watch. “Well, I have thirty minutes until my shift begins, if you do it quick, then I can drive y-”, he replies while still leaning against the wall. “good, thanks.”, you cut him off and make your way to his car.

…

You're leaned on the card and walk through the market. Your cart is already half full and you’re soon finished. Javi was walking behind you and the whole time his eyes were fixed on your ass, you could feel it.

And that’s why you couldn’t stop smirking. “Stop smirking so much, you’ll get wrinkles”, he chuckles and you make your way towards the checkout. “says the man who’s soon in his 40s”, you tease him back and he laughs.

How much you love his laugh…

When you walk to his car with him carrying your two full grocery bags, he takes a look at his watch again and you hear him cuss in Spanish. “I’m already ten minutes late..”, Javier hisses.

“Oh, I’ll walk the rest. My apartment is not far from here and I have to get my cellphone repaired anyway.”, you say, wanting to take the bags from his hands. “I won’t let you walk home alone on these streets, especially if it’s getting dark.”, he says serious, not handing you over the bags. “I can defend myself, it’s fine. Go to work”, you mumble more seriously and grab your bags, ripping them out of his grip.

“When something happens to you-“, you cut him off. “Go to work”, you shout and make your way on the other side of the street.

You hear him cuss in Spanish behind you and just chuckle. You changed in many ways after one year, but one thing always stayed the same.

Your obstinacy, confidence and trust in your skills.

“maybe if you hadn’t been busy with staring at my ass, you would’ve checked the time earlier.”, you shout with a cheeky smile to him as he goes into his car. You chuckle and hear him drive away.

You know when the whole case about Pablo Escobar wasn’t so serious, you know he would’ve driven you home, but unfortunately it was.

It was getting dark and you made your way to a electronic shop. After you talked with the man behind the counter, he told you, you can pick up your phone tomorrow.

When you got out of the store, it was dark outside and got kinda cold. You wanted to put on your cardigan, but notice that you forgot it in Javier’s car. “fuck..”, you mumble and continue walking with your grocery bags.

A group of men were walking next to you on the other side of the street, beginning to catcall you. You start to feel uncomfortable and walk a little quicker, ignoring them. They were continuing catcalling you, and being a woman, alone on a street while it’s fucking dark, is kind of scary.

But that’s life as a woman, I guess…, you think

But you pull yourself together and remind yourself of your confidence, knowing you would knock the fuck out of them. You were five minutes away from your apartment, but suddenly one of the men decided to switch sidewalks and walk to you.

“Buenas noches, hermosa. ¿Buscas alojamiento?”, he asks while walking next to you.

Someone else calling you hermosa, who’s not Javier, gives you the shivers.

Your Spanish wasn’t perfect, but you think he asked you if you have a place to sleep tonight or something.

You continued ignoring him, and he continues speaking to you, but now you didn’t understand shit… and to be honest, you didn’t want to understand it.

You could sense and smell he’s drunk. “Vete a la mierda”, you tell him to fuck off.

Suddenly he grabs your arm, and that was it. You let fall your grocery bags, grab his hand and kick him right into his balls. He couldn’t react fast enough because of the alcohol, so you also kicked him with your knee right into his face.

You hear a car coming nearer, but ignore it. As the guy lies on the ground, you punch him right in his face. You hear his mates being shocked. “You want too? Come here then!”, you shout challenging, but they didn’t thought twice and ran away.

You just scoff as you see them walking away and bending down to grab to pick up your groceries.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your back. “Cariño, are you o-“, before your brain can process and recognise that it’s Javier’s voice, you punch him directly into his face. You hear him groan in pain and as you look up, you see his car. “Omg- I’m so sorry-“, you panic and take his hand into your face, looking at his bleeding nose. You take out a tissue of your shorts and hold it against his nose.

“I thought it was someone of these men-“, he cuts you off and takes the tissue himself. “You got a hell of a punch, you know that”, he says while holding the tissue at his nose.

A part of your brain starts thinking, he deserves it. For ignoring you for so long. You start to form s slight smirk on your lips, but then throw the thought away.

“What a secretary I am, huh?”, you chuckle and pick up your groceries. He stuffed the tissue into his nose and then helps you, getting all your groceries together and then lifting up your grocery bags.

“Don’t you have to work?”, you ask him confused because it was just 20 minutes ago when he left. “‘told Carrillo I forgot a folder at home, I can’t let a beautiful woman like you, walk home alone.”, he says while going to his car. “but I have to say, you handled the situation pretty well, he’s completely knocked out.”, he smirks and gets the grocery bags in his car.

As he called you beautiful, you blush slightly and take a seat in his car. “‘didn’t train for nothing, you know”, you giggle while he starts the engine and drives you home.

As you arrive after literally 2 minutes, you take your cardigan and get out of the car. “thank you for still looking for me”, you mumble and put the cardigan on.

“no problem… but I kind of deserved this punch, didn’t I?”, he sighs while you take your grocery bags.

Now you can’t hide your dirty smirk anymore.

“Yeah, you kind of did”, you answer and close his car door.

“‘wish you a good shift then, be careful”, you give him a smile and then walk to the building, getting out your keys. “see you tomorrow, hermosa”, he calls after you and as you walk through the door, you hear him drive off.

...

The next morning you finally got your car and could drive alone. Even if you enjoyed Javier’s as your driver. You get to the DEA station and walk to your office…

You see a sign with your name on your desk, and under it is written: secretary.

Yup, still hate that, you think and let out a loud sigh.

You take a seat on your chair and lean back. After a while some woman comes in and gives you some paperwork, and also a folder that you can catch up with everything. Even if the thought, that you normally could work in the DEA office to take down some of Pablo’s guys, makes you angry, you need to live with it for a while now. And then, you get started…

After some hours you hear a knock on your door. “Come in”, you say loud and as you look up who it is, you roll your eyes. “Agent Peña”, you call him while having the folder in the hand.

“‘The previous secretary was fired because being caught flirting, kissing and sleeping with one of the agents’”, you read out loud and then look up at him. “And who might that be huh?”, you ask serious while raising an eyebrow at him, knowing exactly who it probably was.

“Even if you won’t believe me now, it wasn’t me”, he answers and places a coffee on your desk. You raise your eyebrows at him. And he was right, you didn’t believe him.

But, why should you care? You’re not together or anything… but the thought of him fucking another women, makes you jealous… and kinda sad.

“you’re fucking all your secretaries now, Agent Peña?”, you ask cheeky while being leaned back in your chair. He just chuckles while shaking his head and places his hands on your desk, leaning against it.

“No, just you.”, he answers and you choke on your coffee because you took a sip.

“We’re definitely not fucking and I’m not your secretary.”, you say serious to make a point.

He takes a cigarette from his ear into his fingers and puts it between his lips, while making his way out of your office.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that in some weeks.”

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[bleach-your-panties]

raise your legs, baby girl - izuru kira x chubby!fem!reader

🎀just a little bit of my husband with his lax-ass dom energy. inspired lightly by these old hc's of mine.

🎀warnings: bondage (shibari), thigh-fucking, edging, dirty talk, praise, soft!dom!izuru, reader is a thick gal💦, aftercare, fluff

🎀i wrote this for me, but y'all can read it. with that being said -

⋰❄️WELCOME TO THE THIRD DIVISION三⋱❥

🎀word count: 2.5k

▶️do what it do - jamie foxx

you know what, imma make it do what it do, baby

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One thing that you'd learned about your husband Izuru was that he liked to tease you - sometimes to the point of tears.

When you met him, you found out very quickly how responsible he was and how seriously he took his job as Lieutenant. It couldn't be helped after he'd been abandoned by his former captain, Gin Ichimaru, with the weight of the entire Third Division placed solely upon his shoulders.

You had to say that you were very impressed with his impromptu leadership over the Third Division, which is what prompted you to join after graduating from the Shin'o Academy.

With your skills, it wasn't long before you ended up serving under him as the Third Seat of the Third Division. A few casual encounters here and there and the two of you quickly became enamored with one another. Soon you'd ended up underneath him in multiple other ways.

You've been married for six months now and the two of you were still very much in the honeymoon phase. Sometimes Izuru has bad mental health days, but you were always close by his side to help him work through the turmoil swirling inside his mind.

Before he got with you, he looked upon himself undesirably as a romantic partner (if his parents were still alive he had wondered if they'd be disappointed in him for not having settled down yet.)

The captain position was currently still vacant as of now, but due to your close relationship with the Lieutenant of the First Division, you'd been hearing about how a multitude of recommendations had been put in for Izuru to become the new Captain of the Third Division.

So, to celebrate the inevitable good news, you pulled a pale blue, sheer lingerie set out of your dresser - one that you’d purposefully hidden from Izuru to use for this special occasion.

After peeling off your shinigami robes and taking a nice, steamy, hot shower, you did your usual night routine and put your hair up in a cute style that you thought Izuru might like. 

You’d gotten your nails done with Mashiro earlier on in the week - white French-tipped duck nails with one black statement finger and little foil butterflies in gradient shades of blue decorating the tips.

A pair of simple, white, peep-toe heels with bows on the back finished off your look and you sauntered into the living area to wait for Izuru to get home from work.

Ice cubes clinked against one another in the bucket you’d set the sake out to chill in and low, soft music played from the strange contraption Shuuhei had gifted you both for a wedding present - a ‘CD player’ he called it.

Soon, the wooden door to your little home was slid open and your handsome husband stepped inside. 

After setting an armful of folders and notebooks down, his eyes caught sight of you standing there, the orangish glow of the wall lamps illuminating your shapely figure.

“Welcome home, ‘Zu.”

Those cornflower eyes almost popped out of his head.

“Hello, love…what's all this for?” Said eyes trailed over the darkened atmosphere, sake on the counter, and those lights that made you appear as a seductively sinful angel standing before him.

“To celebrate your promotion.” 

Those heels clumped across the wooden floor in tandem with Izuru’s heartbeat inside his chest.

As his eyes raked over your form, Izuru thanked God for Rangiku always dragging you along on her shopping sprees, even if it meant his wallet had to suffer the consequences.

Even though you were looking like a full-course meal in front of him, the mention of said promotion made his shoulders slump visibly.

“Ah, yeah. They still want me to take the captain’s exam even though I already have over half the necessary recommendations.”

You stood facing him now, the height from your heels putting your face right underneath his chin. Cupping it with your hand, you rubbed your fingers over his cheek in a loving manner.

“Don’t worry about that, ‘Zu. You’re going to ace that exam. You did graduate from the Academy with top marks, after all.” 

He could only smile while you stroked his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his jawline and back up through the blonde hairs around his ears.

His mouth moved to close over yours in a soft kiss that soon turned passionate and needy.

Your tongues danced in a fiery tango as he wrapped those strong arms around you and pulled you to the kitchen.

----

now, baby, i just wanna take your freakin' clothes off

kiss your body while i take your freakin' clothes off

leave them heels on, while i take your clothes off

leave them lights on, let me see you go off

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

----

That's how you would end up with your bare ass cheeks pushed up onto the kitchen counter while Izuru stood between your spread legs with the palm of his left hand gently resting against your throat. The cold metal of his platinum wedding band pressed against your jugular as he curled his fingers around your neck.

He pulled loose the pale periwinkle ribbon that tied his blond hair, gripped your wrists in one hand, held them above your head, and tied them together with the silk material. With his teeth, he bit the end off and spit it out onto the kitchen floor.

“Perfect.”

His cool hands groped the flesh of your thighs, pinching and squeezing it between his deft fingers.

“Lift your legs up and wrap them around me.”

He pressed you further against the counter and rutted his growing hard-on against your inner thigh.

“‘Zu..baby…”

“Yes?” One eyebrow went up as he waited for you to finish your thought then his eyes trailed down to the steadily growing wet spot at the front of your thong.

"Now, what do you wanna do? You wanna get fucked or do you wanna get licked up? Either way, I need you to keep these thighs up for me, baby.”

He slapped one and you yelped at the sudden impact. Leaning over you and staring you down, those blue eyes were hypnotizing you to the point that the words stuck inside your voice box. 

“Hmm, what's that, darling? Come on and use your words for me..” 

“I..I..”

“Too slow. You know what, I have a better idea for you, bluebell.”

In the next millisecond, he was gripping your restrained wrists and flipping you around. A loud breath and soft curses passed through his parted lips when the motion resulted in your juicy ass cheeks pressed against his crotch.

“Fuck…”

Reaching into one of his hakama pockets, he pulled out another ribbon - a spare that he kept for his hair - and retied your wrists so they rested against your lower back.

“Now, keep your head down. Don't you dare fucking lift it.” 

Izuru pulled his hard dick from his pants and you could feel it slap against the crease of your thighs and oh how badly you wanted to thrust back on it.

“Don’t even think about it. Be good and stay still while I fuck your thighs, angel.”

----

so act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

----

“A-ahh..”

Izuru’s soft moans were so erotic coupled with the wet, smacking sounds of him fucking the opening made by your thick thighs. The arousal ran between them lubricating his dick enough for him to slip it in and out of your thigh creases as if it were your pussy.

You learned early on in your sex life that Izuru has an inconceivable amount of patience.

When he felt himself getting closer to a release, he pulled you off of the counter and into your shared bedroom.

As you kneeled on the tatami mat, your nose kept bumping against his inner thighs and blonde pubes as you tried to get your husband's cock in your mouth but his grip on your neck held you just out of reach of his pretty, pink-flushed tip.

He was edging both you and himself. After the day he'd had today, he'd be damned if he came anywhere except for the inside of your pussy.

Curling his long fingers around your jaw, he brought your head up for you to stare into his crystal-blue eyes.

“Are you ready to be good and tell me what you want me to do to you?”

You nodded your head in his large palm.

“Want you to make me feel good, Izu’. Please fuck me, baby.”

—-

now baby holla at me, tell me what you're missin'

i can put in work in every position

from the kitchen table to the bedroom floor

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

so act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

—-

“There, gorgeous. So pretty. The perfect little present.”

He exhaled a breath, eyes wandering the perfect pattern of the ribbon he’d so skillfully tied you with. Another one of his creatively hidden talents - shibari.

“Hold those legs open right there for me, baby.”

He dipped his head down and you let out a shrill cry when he began licking your warm, creamy folds. Back and forth his tongue dipped and lips sucked your pussy while he caressed your inner thighs. The knuckle of his left ring finger slid dangerously close to your clit, making you twitch.

Tears accumulated in your eyes both from your muscles burning and  from Izuru messily eating you out. He always made it hurt so good.

"Zu', I…can't hold them anymore, I's-starting to hurt!"

"Hmm?” He leaned away from your pussy with his chin glistening in your slick. 

“Guess I should have tied them behind your head then." 

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

With a kiss to your left knee, he sat back on his knees, caging your spread-out thighs between his pale, muscled ones. Your legs were brought up to rest on his shoulders as he demanded you to hold them right there.

Soft swishing was heard as he discarded himself of his shihakusho.

Finally, he sunk that fat cockhead inside your waiting hole. Your thighs trembled as he instantly went deep. Already, you were out of breath and he hadn't even moved yet. The result of him edging you both beforehand.

Izuru just kept stealing your breath as he fucked you with slow, deep strokes; each one with more force behind it than the last. He bent his head and let his lips graze against your knees, gently kissing each one as he stirred your insides up.

“I-Izuru!” 

His name fell from your lips in broken whines, You couldn’t do anything but keep repeating it over and over again as he rocked into you, making the bed shake and headboard slam against the wall.

—-

your body, show me how you use it

we gone pop some champagne 

and listen to some music

and once we get our clothes off

wrap your legs around my shoulders

and it’s gone be just like i told ya

baby i’m gone work you over

and over, and over, and over again

so what you wanna do?

—- 

“Oooo,’Zuru!”

“Fuck yes, Y/N…oh my God…”

Izuru had shifted your positions now so that you were riding him cowgirl-style while he held your bound wrists behind your back. He made you bounce on his dick wildly, amusing him very much since he had all of the control right now.

“Tell me…tell me -s-shit! - tell me you want me to cum inside your pussy. Say it for me.”

“I want you to cum inside my pussy, baby! Please, ‘Zuru, I need you to fill me up so badly! I need you!”

He had already started cumming before you even got all the words out - the way your pussy gripped and clenched around him had him whining your name in that lovely, smooth baritone of his and spurting his thick, hot seed right up against your womb.

“Shit shit shit shit-FUuuuCK!

With a hand on the back of your neck and one last thrust that had you seeing multiple galaxies, he emptied his balls completely. Your exhausted body began to slump forward and Izuru caught you in his arms. He laid you against his chest and began to untie your bindings.

“You did so well, angel. So good and perfect for me, as always. My perfect Y/N.”

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

Izuru always made sure to give you the best aftercare whenever the two of you were experimenting with different kinks in the bedroom.

He made sure to clean you off really well, change you into a pair of comfortable pajamas, and make you some lavender tea to help you sleep. 

Your head rested on his chest now as the two of you snuggled beneath the covers.

“‘Zuzu…I really am so proud of you for everything that you’ve accomplished. You’re going to make a great Captain.”

The soft rise and fall of his chest was quickly lulling you to sleep, but you did hear his next statement.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I really appreciate that, but I don’t think I could be that great of a Captain if I don’t have a great Lieutenant by my side.”

“Why would you say something like-oh. OH.”

He just chuckled at your realization and kissed your neck.

“I love you so much, Y/N Kira.”

“I love you too, Captain Kira.”

—-

i’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

I’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

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[inkdrinkerworld]

something like ms. honey

part 1 next

cw: fluff, friends to lovers, kindergarten!teacher!reader, internal hotch dialogue over falling in love, mentions of loss [haley]

Aaron is scared of getting close to you, his sweet neighbour next door who wears vibrant colours, long skirts and could talk for hours.

It’s been six months since you moved in across the street, and Aaron is completely gone.

The first time you met was when you saw Jack playing football in the front yard and asked,

‘Hey bud, you want a muffin?’ he stopped playing and stared,

‘What kinda muffin? My dad says not to take things from strangers.’

Aaron had come outside shortly after, shaking your hand when he opened his gate and accepting the muffin you had offered Jack.

Aaron did keep his distance, when he realised that he was more than infatuated. He noticed almost immediately when he started liking his teacher neighbour.

His neighbour who makes extra honey cornbread muffins for Jack for after school and who always treats Aaron to a coffee when they come over for Jack's weekly supply of baked goods.

His neighbour who adds a little extra cream to his coffee and who shares half a muffin with him even when he, ‘isn’t hungry.’

Aaron sees the way your eyes light up when Jack comes by before you leave for work, sees how your eyes linger on him when he speaks.

Aaron knows his own feelings have bloomed, and he knows what happens when someone gets close to him.

He avoids intimacy at all costs, and he knows perfectly well why he does.

He can’t lose someone else.

Not again.

He swears not going to, and he’s not putting Jack in a position to be able to lose anyone else.

“I can’t like her, David, Jack can’t lose anyone else.” Rossi reads between the lines.

“You don’t want to screw up again.” Aaron tenses and sighs.

“No, I guess not.”

Aaron sees you that evening, and for a minute he’s not sure he’s breathing.

You’re just walking back to your house, a small folder in your hands decorated with stickers. Aaron knows it’s your class folder, it’s where you keep all the new stickers for the kids.

Jack tugs on his pants leg though, only slightly breaking him out of his staring when he mumbles, “Let’s go say ‘hi’.”

Aaron nods but takes a moment to take you in.

Your glasses have their usual sunstone crystals on them, Aaron knows that because you corrected Jack when he called them ‘rocks.’

You have boots on, he can see only the toes of them but the mauve colour matches your blouse and your flared jeans. Aaron thinks you’re adorable and it’s bad for his heart the way it skips and beats harder when you smile at them.

“Miss Y/n!” ever since you told Jack you’re a teacher he insisted on calling you that- despite telling him, ‘just Y/n is fine, sweet boy.’

“Jack, you been good?” he runs over to you and you catch him mid jump, hooking him to your hip- folder pressed to his back as you hold him secure.

“I always am, though I got a red card yesterday in soccer for being naughty.” Jack says it like it’s ridiculous, the fact that he’s gotten a red card, but since you’d gotten familiar with the Hotcners, you’ve learnt that he frequents them.

Aaron chuckles then, jogging a little to bridge the distance between you.

“You pushed the other boy to the ground Jack, it was naughty.”

Aaron bumps his hip into yours as a greeting and you flash him a wide grin.

“Yeah, your dad’s right bud,” you ruffle his hair when he pouts, “But I got a fresh batch of something sweet for you.”

Aaron shakes his head. You indulge them both far too much.

“What kinda something? Because I was thinking maybe this time I could have some for myself and dad could get his own.” you laugh loudly then, pulling your key from your pocket.

“Let me.” Aaron finds himself rushing to unlock the door, pushing open the door and being hit with the scent of something warm and yeasted.

“What about sharing? You told me you were a good sharer Jack.” you try to enforce the things Aaron does with him, not wanting to overstep where his dad sets the ground rules.

Aaron notices every time. So does his heart.

He swears it’s not natural, the way he lets you into every facet of him so easily.

“Well I try,” he says sheepishly and you nod along adding an encouraging, ‘that’s the important part babe.’

“Dad just eats a lot. More than me, and he needs to be strong to fight the bad guys.” He lays his blond head on your shoulder and can’t see the way your eyes meet his dad's, all full of tears.

“Jack,” Aaron coos, heart warm at his son’s concern.

He wants to brush away the tears that collect in your eyes but you blink them away before they can fall.

“Well in that case, you and your dad are gonna have to stay over so I can make another batch.”

Jack perks up at that. Aaron hides his smile at your thoughtfulness.

“You don’t have to do that,” Aaron says softly but you tsk and gesture to your counter.

“I only made enough for a little body, Aaron.”

It was true. There was a miniature loaf of chocolate babka sitting on your cooking rack.

“It's chocolate bread.” you say to Jack who wiggles out of your arms to be free.

“Is it cooled?” he asks excitedly and you beam.

“Oh yeah! You can have a piece before your dinner if it’s okay with your dad?” You look up to Aaron who nods. He's gone.

‘It’s Friday anyways’, he rationalises, Jack deserves the little treat.

He’s so gone and he knows it.

“Thanks dad,” he says first before grabbing ‘his’ plate from the draining board.

It’s a small tea saucer, but it’s green and has little strawberries on them.

Jack's attention is taken by ‘Little Einsteins’ on the tv as you measure out the ingredients for a regular sized babka and a couple small ones, when Aaron takes a seat behind your kitchen island.

“You don’t have to make me one, you know. You have to tell him no once in a while.”

His words are whispered but Jack's too invested to care what either of you are doing now.

He's got his babka and his show.

“Aaron, did you hear his sad little voice? I almost cried.” your voice is water logged and he can see the tears forming again.

“You’re about to cry again, sweetheart.” The nickname slips out just as his hand reaches out to brush the tears away. His hand is warm, and almost like a paw where it cradles your jaw.

“Sorry,” you mumble, pulling off your glasses and letting them hang.

“You really do need to eat more though Aaron, the bad guys get fast sometimes.”

Aaron’s thumb drags across the tear streak before he pulls away. He laughs at your attempt at a joke before shaking his head.

“I eat enough, and don’t listen to him okay? The bad guys got nothing on me.” You shake your head.

“I’m still making more, you can’t talk me out of it.” he nods and resigns himself to watching you and making small talk here and there about your kindergartners.

Aaron likes the way you perk up when you mention them.

He knows all about little kids that age, remembers what Jack was like too.

“Louisa’s gotten better at the reading, but calling on her seems mean now. The kids laugh when she can’t get the words right and I can see her tears.” you mumble after some time and he nods.

The dough is proofing and Jack is knocked out cold on the sofa, chocolate staining his lips but it’s no bother.

Not to you, but Aaron might be reaching to clean him up soon.

“Kids can be real jerks.” is what he says as he moves with a wet paper towel to Jack’s face.

He pulls your throw blanket over his little body and mutes the tv.

“It’s all learnt though, that type of thing. It’ll affect her confidence if I never call on her to read, but when I do and she messes up it rattles her anyways.” You get frustrated at the thought.

You try to get all your kids to be nice, but some of them just have a mean streak, or like you said they adopt it.

“Maybe try a different tactic sweetheart. Like on days where there’s less of them, ask her to read.”

Aaron suggests it softly when he notices you coming towards him, and is pleasantly surprised when you walk over to him and sit next to him.

“Maybe.”

Aaron tries to fight the ache in his chest when he feels your breath on his chest from the quarter zip up- it’s no fucking use.

His heart races when you slump and lean further into him.

“You tired?” his voice is soft as he watches your eyes flutter closed. Aaron is adept at staying still, especially when you and Jack move so he’s in Aaron’s lap and your head is tucked into his neck.

“Little bit. Been a long day, kids are energetic.” your words are groggier now and Aaron smiles.

Standing up and moving around you don’t seem as tired as you feel, but now, all warm and seated next to him and Jack, the energy levels have finally reared their real head.

“Take a nap, sweetheart.”

-

Monday rolls around too quickly, for you and Aaron.

The solace the weekend tends to bring vanishes as the week rolls in hard and fast.

The good thing is though, that the universe seems to be looking down on you and blesses you with a smaller class than normal, and your favourite reader is in.

“Okay, what do we think of a little reading before quiet time?” your class is excited, you’re almost at the end of ‘Alma and How She Got Her name’ and they can’t wait for the final explanation.

“Can we have some volunteers?”

Hands fly up fast, but there’s one hand that’s raised shyly that makes you beam. Louisa gives you a bashful smile when you nod.

“We’ll take turns, Louisa will start and Ben will finish up.”

When she reads there’s no laughing or teasing on words she messes up on, instead there’s soft encouragement from her classmates on the names that are long and accented.

She grins wide when she’s finished and even gets a high five from her seat mate that makes your heart almost burst.

Ben finished up and gets the same help, excited as he reads the final sentence in one big breath.

“You guys are amazing! Let’s go wash up for quiet time.”

You’re happy all till 1pm when you get a call from Aaron.

He’s called once in the times you’ve been neighbours, and that was to tell you Jack came down with the flu so he wouldn’t be coming over for any muffins.

You had still sent though- for when he got better, no other reason.

The anxiety that blooms in your chest has you scrambling to answer, though you cast a careful eye over the kids as they nap.

“Aaron? Is something wrong?” even your words are rushed.

“No nothing’s wrong, sweetheart. I just need a favour.” His words settle your anxiety a little and he can tell when you let out a sigh.

“What’s the favour?” you can already guess.

“Can you pick Jack up from school? I’d ask Jess but she’s away with work and we’re due to go on the jet now.”

Your shoulders tense again, they always do when Aaron mentions going away on cases.

“Of course, how long are you gone for?” You only ask because you need to know if Jack needs clothes.

“A couple days at most, Jack has a key in the front lining of his backpack. No later than 8pm bedtime or else he’s gonna want sugar.” you smile, the mini Hotchner seems the type to like sugar at night.

“Okay, he finishes at 2:30 right?”

“Yeah, he’ll be by the gate. I’m calling his teachers to tell them who’s getting him right after.”

You nod even though he can’t see you. Aaron is a picture of diligence and attentiveness in general, but you think it’s more so due to his job.

“I’ll be on time, these kids get out in half hour. Be careful Aaron.”

He smiles, slow and wide, it’s unbecoming for someone without a crush. David catches him and wiggles his eyebrows before miming kissing himself making Aaron roll his eyes.

“I’ll try my best. Text me when you get home with him, I might still be in the air so calling won’t make any sense.”

“I’ll text you, text me when you land so I know the plane didn’t go up in flames?”

His chuckle makes you smile.

“That’s morbid, you know that?” you huff, you do but it’s an irrational fear. “I will, thanks for getting him.”

“It’s no problem Aaron.”

You’re on time for Jack. To the second. He’s got a bright smile when he sees you, waving excitedly when you flash your id to his teacher.

“You’re getting to spend a couple nights with me,” you greet and Jack nods.

“Dad said so! He’s gone for a couple nights though.” his hands hold three of your fingers as you make your way to your car.

“Yeah, that must be hard huh? We can call him though yeah? Before bed, right?” he nods as you buckle him in.

“We’re gonna keep you not having a booster between us right J?” he giggles madly and nods.

Jack eats easily, finishes his homework well and even showers without fuss, but bedtime is where it gets a bit rough.

You worked on your day plan for tomorrow while he ate but when he comes down looking sullen from his shower you set it back to the side.

“Feeling blue J?” he nods as crawls into your lap.

“Can we call him? It’s almost bedtime.”

“Yeah, we can babe.”

The line rings two times before Aaron answers.

“Hotchner.” comes his voice and Jack smiles sadly.

“Hi dad,” he’s got tears in his eyes and it makes you coo, hand cupping his cheek as you wipe the tears. “Are you okay?”

You can only imagine how Aaron feels at the crack in Jack’s voice.

“I’m okay buddy, are you?” Jack nods, and gives you a small smile.

“Yeah dad, me and y/n had dinner and no dessert ‘cause it’s almost bedtime but maybe something sweet for breakfast.”

Aaron laughs, it’s very like you. You can’t stand having to deny him something sweet, you hate it- Aaron wouldn’t be surprised if you gave Jack an ice cream sandwich just to stop his tears.

“Sounds like a plan buddy. What book did you take for bedtime?”

“The Jungle Book! Mogli’s really interested.”

You giggle, and so does Aaron. “Interesting, J. Mogli’s interesting.”

You talk to Aaron for a bit longer before JJ calls him back to the case.

“Just a couple days, then I’m back home.”

Jack sleeps in bed with you and you learn two things, he’s a cuddler and not a morning person. Not by a long shot.

You fall into a routine though, and Aaron comes back on the fourth day of a near perfect assimilation.

Jack runs to your door the minute the doorbell rings, giddy on his feet when you open it and reveal his dad.

Aaron’s a little battered to his face, but home, so you suppose it’s minor, yet the ache in your chest only lessens a smidge.

“You’re back,” Jack murmurs and Aaron nods, rubbing his back before you gesture him to your living room.

It’s almost eight so Jack’s all ready for bed, but you’re still in your work clothes and Aaron offers a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, I’m back buddy.” Aaron nods at you to your stairs but you shake your head.

He knows what this is before you can even utter a word. He wasn’t supposed to get attached. Not like this, not this fast either.

Neither of you were. You’d assured yourself that the Hotchner men were nothing but friends, but seeing him with cuts and bruises on his face blows that assurance to dust and rubble.

He’s sure there was a broadcast about the whole thing, he’s sure you’ve seen it too. Aaron knows that look in your eyes, he saw it for years.

Jack takes a minute to fall asleep, snug on Aaron’s lap and fingers locked into the jacket of his suit.

When Aaron is sure he won’t wake up he pats the spot beside him on your sofa.

“I am okay,” he says softly, pulling your head to his shoulder and pressing a kiss to your crown. It’s small but it does enough.

“Yeah I know.” your voice is shakier than you mean it to be and Aaron sighs, deep and long.

“It’s not always this physical.” he whispers and you nod, letting your tears coat his jacket’s shoulder pads. “I’ve only broken my nose once.” his joke forces a snort from you as you wipe your face.

“I didn’t realise I’d cry when you came back.” He leans his head back when you reposition, wanting to see your face- even if it’s all splotchy with tears.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Jack does it too, I’m pretty sure my other shoulder’s covered in snot.”

You laugh again and he smiles.

“Go shower, I’ll take him home.” he’s about to get up when you place a hand on his chest.

“Would you mind staying the night? The guest room’s all set up.” your eyes don’t meet his own.

“I wouldn’t mind sweetheart, want me to wait up for you?” you nod almost bashfully and Aaron smiles.

You find Aaron changed into his own set of pyjamas, all one colour, navy blue. Jack’s missing so you assume he’s all snug in the guest bed.

Yours are cream and brown plaid with tiny bears on them.

“Feeling better?” you nod when you sit beside him on the sofa, legs pulled up to your chest as you squish your cheeks to your knees.

Aaron has his ankles crossed and his hands folded across his chest as he looks at you.

He can see the concern all over you. He doesn’t know how to navigate this without his feelings becoming abundantly clear to both of you.

You don’t know what to say without devolving into tears and weeping all over him again.

He doesn’t know how far to keep you because he wants you so close. He needs you close. That much he knows and it’s already dangerous the ferocity with which he wants to give into that.

“I know you can’t talk about it, but does it get easier?” Aaron reaches out for your arm, stroking it silently while he picks his words.

“It depends. Some cases are harder, when they involve kids especially. I don’t know if I ever want to be detached from them though; then I’m not human.”

You nod, understanding what he’s saying.

“It’s strange, when you were gone. I didn’t expect to miss you so much, but then Jack called for you in his sleep that first night and that’s when I realised you were really gone.”

He can’t hold back anymore when the tears recollect in your eyes as they zone in to the cuts on his face.

“C’mere sweetheart.” you’re in his lap with your face tucked into his soft shirt as the tears fall again.

“I’m sorry you missed me.” he whispers, kissing your temple and hugging you tighter when you say,

“It was on the news, an explosion in the street.” Aaron strokes your back till you settle, kissing your temple again before tipping your chin upwards.

“It’s scary to see it on the tv, but I promise I’m all okay. I have a checkup in the morning and then I get the all clear for work.”

You nod and let him wipe your tears, building your courage for a second, before kissing his roughed up cheek softly before pulling away.

Aaron fights the blush that blooms in his cheeks by leaning back and tucking his cheek into his shoulder.

He might never forget the pressure of your lips on his skin.

After a couple beats of silence Aaron watches you lean back on his thighs and pull on your fingers.

“Don’t be mad,” you start to say and he grins.

Aaron couldn’t be mad at you if he even tried. His silence prompts you to continue.

“I’ve got french toast soaking in the fridge for the morning, and blueberry lemon breakfast bars ready to bake for tomorrow too.”

You hide your face in your hands because he’s going to give you that stern Aaron Hotchner look that’ll make you melt a little.

“You’re gonna let him take advantage of you.” he laughs and tugs your hands from your face.

“He didn’t ask for anything! There’s a bake sale tomorrow at school but the french toast was for us.”

Aaron shakes his head and kisses your forehead.

“You’re a doll, you know that?” you giggle madly at his compliment and Aaron sighs, content to have you in his lap smiling again.

“One episode of bake off?” you ask excitedly and he nods.

You don’t move off his lap as you start up the episode, instead you let Aaron pull your throw blanket over your feet as you lay on him.

He enjoys your commentary on the different desserts the contestants are making, listening intently to what you’d do differently or what you’d bake if you went on till you trail off.

Taking a peak to the side, he sees your eyes shut and watches your breathing even out, smiling when your face tucks into his chest.

“Adorable.”

Aaron knows he’s gone, he knows he’s lost all strength to you the moment you mumble his name and grip his shirt like Jack did.

He can’t believe after six months of pining and keeping you at a distance, he lost completely to you after just two weeks of constant interaction.

His body relaxes under you, one sentence stuck in his brain- just two words.

I’m home.

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x yn #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner fluff #slmhuniverse

[swifty-fox]

Sci-Fi Horror AU

idk kinda word vomited this tonight after trying a new strain. I will be continuing it into a full story but not sure when

Entry Log 2043

-DateStamp: 14th July 5399

-Location: DeepSpace Sector G8677-65HG-76789_I

-Personnel File: Maj. J.C. Egan (Zoot Suit) 

Recording_

“This is Major John Egan, callsign ZootSuit, aboard the vessel M’lle ZigZag. Today is the dawn of my final day of exploration, putting an end to a sixteen-month foray into DeepSpace. Initial findings reveal little of note. A few developing stars and planets; an asteroid belt; and a total of six planets, two of which I will be recommending for a second more thorough exploration of due to planets possibly location being within the ‘Goldilocks Zone.’ I look forward to whiskey, solid food and to breathe air that isn’t recycled from a fucking can. I can’t wait to fuck my husband-”

John pauses.

“Ah, computer erase the last seven words. Reasoning: Irrelevant to mission. I will be entering Hyperspace within the hour, once I hit proper trajectory to slingshot around the primary sun.”

He taps the record button to end the log, carefully labeling the file and placing it in a folder with the few thousand other logs he’d recorded over the last year and a half. A verified library of data, observations and the occasional love-letter. A year and a half of research; one of the longest expeditions ever undertaken by any pilot. Considered bold by some and risky by far more. Deep space played with people's minds, the long stretches of isolation broken up only by Hypersleep creating the perfect recipe for a light case of mental instability.John had trained for this, ran through thousands of psychological tests and millions of scenarios. There was not a person in the universe more capable of this task. 

John rubs his jaw, feeling the scratchy beard and spins out of his pilot's chair, leaving the computer to guide the craft. 

Moving about the cramped space of the craft, built to maximize storage space; and to minimize comfort in his opinion, he begins securing anything not already safely battened down. He shaves in the cubicle sized bathroom, splashes water across his face and ignores the swirling flickers of color and light around the edges of his sight. Jaw smooth save for the now carefully trimmed mustache - just how Gale liked- he makes his way to the tail of the spacecraft to run an inventory check on his samples. Moon rocks and space dust and asteroid dirt. Anything the computer pinged or John spotted in his long hours gazing out into the empty void of space. 

He checks a few straps, making sure they’re tension tight before hitting the override on the artificial gravity. He holds the intentionally placed handle as he slowly lifts from the metal walkway. Giving himself several seconds to adjust he uses the similarly placed handles along the wall to pull himself back over to the pilot's chair. A second check on the navigation systems; the mathematical calculations for his trip around the sun and through hyperspace. Much of the process was left up to the computer these days, but John hadn’t survived twenty one missions - one of the highest in the force save for a handful - by not being thorough. 

Finding nothing out of the ordinary he switches all the lights off until his world is lit only by the approaching Red Giant, bathing everything a warm red. System lights blink soothingly as he takes a moment to take in the vast wonder in front of him. Years now it had been, and it still never failed to leave him breathless.

“Computer, begin countdown to Hyperspace entry, one minute. Beginning LCHS procedure, eta one minute.”

John pulls himself to the economically sized bunk, slotting into the space that barely left room for him to stretch and roll over, strapping himself down. 

“32…31…Thirty Second To HyperJump’’  the computer announces.

Bucky presses two fingers to his lips and then to the photograph taped above his bed. Folded so many times the crease lines were white and soft to the touch, Gale’s face gazed back at him. Caught unawares he was smiling soft and curving, glancing somewhere behind the camera. Laughing at something John had said, trying to pretend that he wasn’t. His cheek was rested in one elegant hand, gold ring glinting in the sunlight; a carbon match to the one on John’s own finger. 

“Be seeing you soon Buck.” John adjusts himself against the organic synthetic fibers of the mattress below him.

Fifteen seconds the computer chirps warningly. John always thought she got a little testy in those last few moments, as if scolding an unruly child. 

John reaches for the pouch beside his temple, withdrawing the last pill from the sheathe. Soft baby blue and the size of a quarter, he’d been issued exactly sixty-five of them upon the start of his expedition. Enough to get him all the way to the furthest reaches of the known galaxy in the shortest amount of time. Seven more consecutive jumps than had been previously attempted. Anything more than thirty and Federal Law was a minimum six months rest and recuperation before attempting further jumps. Risks for brain bleeds, heart attacks and Z-Sum sleep went up with every extra jump. John had stopped only once, stretching to forty five jumps before stopping at the nearest C-Class Planet Simulator outpost to rest. It had been his last chance to speak to Gale before he exited the reach of all communications. Eight months since he had seen that smile in any medium other than this photo. 

A quiet, tense conversation. Buck hadn’t wanted him to go; knew better than to stop him. 

“You’ll be careful out there John?” Buck was the only one to never call him Bucky. To the public he was Egan, Major if they were being formal. In private it was John, always John. His husband was strange like that. 

“More careful than a cat in a rainstorm.” 

Buck hums and squints his eyes at him. Stress sat in heavy lines at the corners of his lips, between his brows and around his temples. It had been eight months since John had kissed that mouth, tasted Gale’s sweet noises on his tongue. 

“You have enough LCHS’s to get through? None of them are compromised?” 

“Buck.” John sighs, “Come on.” 

Gale runs a hand through his hair, sucks his bottom lip between his teeth “I know you know what you’re doing...” His deep voice rumbled through the comms, staticky and pale in comparison to the in person thing.

“It’s just your job.” John finishes, grinning at Bucks self-amused shrug. “I checked them all twice. No leakage, no discoloration.” 

“I love you.” 

It never failed to make John’s spine tingle, hearing those words spoken so easily and effortlessly. The Gale he had gone to flight school with was a reserved quiet thing; John was better off trying to space-walk without a suit than pull an ounce of vulnerability from the other man. The years had softened him - John had softened him. 

“I love you too sweetheart. I’ll see you in eight months.”

Ten seconds. 

John startles, the pill slipping from his fingers and drifting in the gloom. He curses and reaches for it, straining against the straps holding him down. His steady beating heart kicks into panic mode. 

For centuries mankind had struggled to break out of the tiny confines of their miniscule corner of the universe. Confined by things like time-space and the limits of the human life span versus the distance needed to travel to discover anything new. They’d languished away certain of it was their destiny to never walk amongst the stars. Until HyperSpace had been discovered. The miniscule pocket between the folded pages of space-time. A way to jump through matter from one corner of the galaxy to another - and further. It blew the doors wide open on space exploration. They could go anywhere, journey past the point of creation they could find it. 

The only thing holding them back was the side effects of HyperSpace. It didn’t seem to pair so well with the cranial contents of human beings. The tendency to turn ones brain to pure soup was a drawback that left researchers, scientists and theorists all stumped. SMall jumps were manageable, with migraines and dizziness a much more risk-acceptable outcome. But in order for them to make any real progress they would need to find a solution,

LCHS. Lysergic Cerebral Hibernation Synthesizer.

The miracle drug and the solution to their dilemma. Developed initially from LSD the drug soothed the more vulnerable edges of one's brain and put the subject in such a deep sleep it took a reversal injection to bring one back to the waking world. It was used recreationally now as well; a way of opening one's mind to the world beyond the physical dimensions. Where light and color and feeling weren’t senses but physical states of being. It kept their pilots down for the jump; kept them asleep to the journey home. 

Without it. Well. Nobody had made a waking Hyperjump in as long as John could remember, at least had done it and lived. 

Five seconds.

John hisses through clenched teeth, straining for that little blue pill, technology his husband had dedicated his life to. Logically they both knew it was unlikely Gale had made the exact LCHS’s that sustained John, but he knew the other man pretended he did either way. The level of care put into each new batch as if it was made for his beloved specially. 

Three seconds.

John risks freeing one of his shoulders from the straps so he can get better reach. “Come on” he hisses. Closes his fingers around the dosage.

Two seconds.

John lays back, shoves his shoulder back into the strap so quickly the velcro scrapes his skin raw. He lifts the pill to his mouth, pressing past his lips.

One second.

_

_

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Entering Hyperspace. 

Gale. John thinks.

His brain turns to mush.

#swiftywrites #2buck #buck x bucky #clegan. #mota #master of the air

[kaybreezy3000]

This one is a little season 4 teaser short story I dreamed up that gives us a look inside Five's world both before he jumped to the apocalypse and post season 3.

~~~~~~~~It all begins and ends with Five....

(Rated Teen and Up or General. 10,409 words)(alt season 4 story with ending, reader insert style that allows anyone to be the 'you' character)

warnings: mild description/mention of child abuse, and signs of panic attack, potential trigger by mention of bombing a building

tags: anarchist Number Five, Hero Number Five, ideas from the Gene and Jean script release, whump, fluff, trauma, heartbreak, love, revenge, forgiveness, Mr. Pennycrumb, all the Hargreeves and some of our new character mentions from season 4, Five deserves better, Klaus is awesome, You x Five, Five is amazing and with this one you get to imagine yourself a part of his story/future 👍

He Who Holds The Power

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From across the table, the couple staring back at Five took a drink from their coffees at the same time.

Five’s lips turned up ever so slightly as he swallowed down the warmth from his own caffeinated beverage. “Jean was it?” he questioned, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, I’m Jean and this is my husband Gene,” the woman replied while the man next to her intently watched him with bright blue eyes that filled his otherwise aged face with youthful looking excitement.

They were nervous, and rightly so. They were finally meeting the mysterious person who had hired them five years ago to hunt down things that shouldn’t exist but did. 

Shifting forward, Five set his empty cup down between them, then casually pulled up the cuff of his dress shirt and glanced at his wrist, noting the time before he raised a brow. “Do you have it?”

“We do,” the man said, passing him a folder.

Five opened the manila file. 

His breath caught in his throat.

Staring back at him were six masked children, all decked out in matching academy uniforms as they proudly stood there with the Eiffel Tower behind them.

Five had seen plenty of evidence already, but this was the nail in the coffin. This was all the proof he needed to verify he was right and he was justified in what he was about to do.

The date on the newspaper clipping was from early April of 2001. 

It was only five months after The Umbrella Academy’s infamous bank job.

They were only twelve years old.

He had lived a lifetime since then, but the memories of that day, and what happened to him after it, hit Five in waves of near crippling anxiety. As if the world was out to get him, it was all made worse by the hateful looking woman who had just walked by with the little yelping dog that she just zapped into submission through the shock collar that looked like it was choking the life out of him.

She looked too much like The Handler, with her fancy dress and spiked heels, and those blood red lips forming a wicked grin. Her sick satisfaction over the animal’s paralyzing fear was exactly how Five’s ex-boss looked at him as she heartlessly manipulated him into doing her bidding.

His fingers curled as his body tensed.

He forced his eyes back to the article with the faded image of his family.

He had looked about as smug as a kid could at the press conference that cold day, and he was, but not long after that, Five would find out how foolish he was to think that by merely doing his best and putting on a show for the press that he could trick his father and himself that he was good enough.

“How is this stuff possible,” Jean questioned with her eyes darting from the stained article Five had just laid down, to his hand retreating under the table where they couldn’t see it trembling.

Pushing aside all that, Five flatly said, “It doesn’t matter.”

Gene didn’t like that. 

“What?” he angrily barked. “We have been searching high and low for this stuff and we have given you tons of proof that this shit is real. That kid in front looks a lot like you,” he pointed at Five in the picture, “and that girl looks like the actress from the VHS tapes we gave you! Something is not right here!”

“It never was,” Five stoically replied while promptly pushing out his chair.

Not waiting for them to argue with him further, he left them and the paper on the table that showed evidence of his past that wasn’t supposed to exist anymore. The envelope full of money he’d dropped next to the file should be enough to quiet them. Not that it would matter.

Time was up.

Five was done sitting around playing Reginald’s victim. 

Five’s fingers gently cradled the detonator in his pants pocket as he walked down the busy sidewalk with his eyes aimed at the tallest building on the horizon-the one that was adorned with huge letters spelling out the last name he had once called his own.

Reginald had erased Number Five Hargreeves and left him with almost nothing. Five had tried to move on and take his second chance for what it was, but as hard as he tried, he couldn’t escape his thoughts of retribution.

In trying to reclaim something he’d lost and couldn’t figure out how to repair, Five was finally going to erase the father that had never loved him.

~~~

Not long before this, across town, with a heaviness tugging at what was left of his cold heart, the heavy door thumped closed behind Reginald at what was once The Umbrella Academy. Though parts of the exterior were in horrible states of disrepair, burnt and bashed by the spray of angry graffiti, the main stones holding together the building stood as they always had, but the home of the once famous children that were born with superhuman powers was now nothing more than another one of his many derelict properties.

Reginald had left it to rot and had taken the world for himself, and he’d done so by using them in the worst way, stripping them of the gifts inside them to fuel his machine that rebooted life on his terms.

He should have been happy with the result. He had gotten everything back that he’d always wanted, but inside, behind those walls that no one was allowed, a life from another time sat silently covered in dust and it told another story nobody else knew.

Ironically, all Reginald cared about always turned out empty.

The Umbrella Academy may not have existed in this timeline but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still there, just like his regret.

Those around him didn’t realize it, but many things were hiding just beneath the surface.

His expensive dress shoes left ghosts of his presence across the once sparkling black and white marble checkering of the foyer at the old manor. His cane tapped along, its echo hollow.

Reginald tiredly climbed the grand staircase, then slowly walked the quiet upper hall, past his children’s closed bedroom doors, heading towards the viewing room.

At a darkly paneled wooden wall, he stopped.

He glanced behind him at the settee where Grace had once sat to recharge. He could almost see her sitting a few feet away, staring off into space, blissfully incapable of truly understanding the dire situation at hand.

Flickers of another face, the same as hers, only animated with life and love, begged him for the truth he wouldn’t give. She was just another mistake haunting him.

He could have found some semblance of peace and maybe even true happiness in those he’d hurt, but like so many times Reginald couldn’t see what was in front of him, he hadn’t realized that until it was too late.

Despairingly, Reginald looked away, opening the hidden paneled door he’d felt drawn to that morning, then he shut himself inside its secret darkness.

The dimly yellowed light from the small desk lamp turned on, the chain slipping from Reginald’s fingers as his weight fell into the familiarity of his old chair. Stuck somewhere in the memories of his past, he clicked on the monitor in front of him.

His eyes fell from the surveillance screen that was playing the live news, moving across the small workspace. The pages of his detailed notes, files filled with medical records, and all the numerous journals about his children from the years he had spent with them all lay there before him.

More than ever, he wondered if he could have done things another way.

Reginald Hargreeves knew all too well the power of love and relationships of the heart, but he also knew that they could be wiped out of existence in the blink of an eye by an ugly twist of fate.

By what he could see, in this case, that ugly twist was the world’s end, again.

He’d seen the signs. Clues of his charade were all around them, buried in boxes of seemingly useless junk put in the trash as someone emptied a musty basement or sold as seemingly worthless treasures on the streets for a small fortune to those who knew.

Yes, there were those that had formed conspiracy theories about him and who claimed they were living in a false existence. They were anarchist radicals, but they weren’t wrong.

Reginald also knew his machine that had been holding this all together was failing.

The end had always loomed, and he’d thought he’d finally beaten it even though he’d done so by failing the ones he himself created and had once dared to call his own. He stole away their chance at a normal life with parents that loved them, then he made them nothing more than his adopted wards. They were his dream of a future, but he was no father to them.

“It has been said that a man who has been through bitter experiences and traveled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time.” Reginald laughed bitterly. “Sadly, not true,” he said, mocking the line he’d just quoted from The Odyssey.

The faraway sound of a determined voice calling out to him, then perfectly reciting Homer in ancient Greek suddenly caused his chest to ache.

Thinking of his wayward son that had rightly lost faith in him and then tragically became lost in time, only to suffer so much more horribly because of it, Reginald looked up at the screen again, looking at the backdrop of Paris with the glitching pulsation of reality starting to reveal the truth. A thick cloud of digitized blackness began to descend over the Eiffel tower and all around it.

He’d prevented nothing and he had caused all of this in his inability to let go of a past that was no more.

Abigail…

He’d done it all for her when really, what they’d had was gone a long time ago, he just couldn’t accept it.

A broken heart was a powerful thing. It could alter everything, and he did. He’d destroyed his children's trust in him and in each other. In his blindness, he was the one that set off this chain of catastrophic events.

It was the biggest mistake he’d ever made. He wished he could turn back time. That was why he’d come to the place where he’d messed things up so badly. This was where it happened.

Reginald clicked off the channel filled with blaring sirens and blurred pixelations from the distortion of time as it crashed.

No one was safe.

It would be happening outside his doors soon enough.

Once again, he stared blankly at the black screen.

He pushed himself up from his chair, ready to return to his tower and wait for the end, but then his weary eyes came back to the tall shelf next to him. It held dozens and dozens of videos from experiments performed on his children. His index finger slowly ran over the titles and the dates, stopping on one.

In bold black ink it read:

April 3rd, 2001 Corrective Training-Post Paris Incident (Subject: Number Five) Speed and Precision Exercise

He pulled the tape away from the many others and stuck it in, making the monitor light up with an old video that showed a day he'd rather not remember.

"It's always Number Five. He was always the key to everything, and I broke him," he whispered with his eyes glued to the small boy who was angrily staring back at him from the screen.

~~~

Using the skills he’d learned in his years as an indentured assassin, Five had done it. The explosives were all set and placed precisely where they needed to be to take Reginald’s Tower of infinite power to the ground. It was just a matter of time, and he would get his confirmation that the building had been cleared due to the fire alarms he’d hacked into and programmed to go off.

Potential casualties were a thing Five would need to add to the blood already drenching his hands. His conscience was unbearably heavy, that was nothing new, but he justified delivering even more death with the knowledge that most of the occupants of the building would be cleared of the tower, as well as the area around it due to simultaneous warnings going off in all the nearby buildings.

Quick enough, what Five had done was easily going to be seen as a false alarm, and that was intentional. Due to safety compliance rules and insurance reasons, people would still be forced to evacuate, but it was well known that Reginald and his wife rarely left the protection of his imposing skyscraper.

They would be right where Five wanted them to be.

As Five sat on a park bench in the spot he had chosen to view the glory of his efforts, he thought again of that article and his family.

He hadn’t seen any of his family members in years, but just as it was in the apocalypse, he could almost hear Diego’s voice as if he was right there, saying something dumb or bitching about the reporters that headlined Five and Luther and not him. His knife throwing brother’s heroics that day were worthy of note, but like so often in their life, the things they did right did not get them the recognition they had so badly craved.

As annoyed as Five was by Diego at times, he never felt that he deserved the punishments he received. None of them did.

Five wanted to protect them. But the truth was, he couldn’t protect them. He couldn’t even protect himself and that was never more apparent than after Paris.

On that a chilly Monday morning in April of 2001, Five and his siblings were all up before sunrise, scrambling to make it downstairs for inspection before their dad got there.

Only the night before, they had just got back from France, having completed their most recent mission. They were all a bit jet lagged and worked up still, bickering and carrying on the way only a pack of twelve years could at 5:30 am. As they thundered down the stairs, Luther and Diego were going on about who stopped the terrorists, both sure that they were the hero in the story.

The truth was nobody had individually done it, but that never stopped them from each trying to take all the credit. As a team, albeit a not very coordinated one, they took down a group that had threatened to bomb several famous landmarks, one being the Eiffel Tower.

Prior to the Umbrella Academy’s arrival in the city of light, these terrorists had been carrying out these types of attacks all over Europe for months, and it was all over the news. The agencies in place trying to stop them were no closer to doing so, and it was gaining more and more worldwide attention by the day.

When Reginald heard about the imminent threat going on overseas, he immediately loaded his academy on his private jet and set off to save the day. At first, the authorities were against sharing information with him or letting a group of superpowered kids near that kind of trouble. But when the first bombs went off outside at the Place Dauphine, injuring dozens, and killing eight, they were more interested in what he and his infamous Umbrella Academy had to offer.

As Reginald worked with the local law enforcement to pinpoint where the terrorist group was based, another bombing happened. That time it was on a sightseeing boat floating down the Seine. The Hargreeves were nearby, so Reginald was able to quickly get his team there. They did what they could to help get survivors to safety and even managed to gather some evidence that ultimately helped track down who built the bomb. Things were coming together, and it was just a matter of time before they were caught. A day later, before they could set off the next round of bombs, Reginald received intel that allowed him to intercept them before they got to their target.

As a vehicle full of explosives tore towards the Arc De Triomphe, the six extraordinary children were positioned and ready with their dad on the mics watching from above. They spotted the van trying to pull out from a side street. Luther immediately moved in and blocked its path, using his enormous strength to shift parked cars across their exit. Unfortunately, this caused them to deviate onto the narrow sidewalk to get around it.

Allison and Klaus were already trying to clear the area of civilians when the van came speeding in their direction. Five had seen it coming and managed to teleport from his position in time to move them, just missing getting plowed over.

Reginald’s screaming rattled their ears. It was nearly deafening and completely garbled. Diego improvised by hitting the driver in the neck with one of his knives as the van tore past him. All at once the vehicle started to lose control, swerving at a breakneck speed across the lanes as the driver bled out.

Reginald barked at Five to get in there and stop the van, so he jumped again, with his goal to land inside the moving target and take the wheel.

He missed.

Five had never been able to blink on or into a moving target and he shouldn’t have been surprised that he failed, and neither should the alien who had ordered him to do it.

The young boy landed on the road right in front of the van. He saw his life pass before his eyes just as Luther slammed into him, knocking him down to the cement before blocking the van from splattering his small body across the pavement. The vehicle smashed into his brother’s shoulder, coming to a metal bending screeched halt.

Five rolled back away from the wreckage, staggering to his bloodied knees as he watched in shock as Luther tried to untangle himself from the bent hood. That was when they heard Reginald ordering Ben to move in.

From Five’s vantage point, he could still see movement inside the van. There was someone else inside other than the dead driver. He blinked, landing next to the man inside who appeared to be desperately trying to set a bomb off even while he was still inside with it.

He looked over at the dark-haired boy in disbelief, his hand reaching for the gun strapped to his vest. With little to work with, Five charged at him before he could shoot, knocking him back against the side of the van. Thankfully, the gun sprang loose from his hand, clattering across the floor. The guy had at least a hundred and fifty or more pounds on Five, and was clearly trained in combat, so his effort, though carried out skillfully, didn’t take him out, it only pissed him off. He quickly turned the tables on the dazed teleporter, throwing him back like he was nothing.

Five went airborne, then landed and tripped backwards right over the bomb. The next thing he knew, the man had the gun pointed at his head. Before he could pull the trigger, using the same trick he’d done with the stapler during the bank job, Five teleported the deadly weapon away.

Just then the back doors of the van flew off. Luther had torn them off, and the moment Five saw Ben set up beside him, he got the hell out of there, blinking himself back out onto the road behind them.

Their dad yelled orders for Ben to unleash The Horror.

Seconds passed…

The terrorist, though taken completely off guard by all this, pounced for the bomb again.

Ben hadn’t moved; it was like he was paralyzed.

Completely out of breath, Diego suddenly rounded the corner, skidding to a stop alongside Five. He had a knife at the ready and instantly sent it sailing towards the persistent and apparently suicidal criminal, landing it deep in the center of his chest. The guy fell to his knees, gasping as he clutched at the blade as his blood quickly drenched his shirt.

That pretty much ended that.

Fortunately, before he died, Allison was able to rumor him into giving up where his accomplices were hiding. After that, the authorities were able to take them down before they could carry out another attack.

It was a success. No one else was killed or hurt.

After, Reginald had his children carry out interviews and partake in the usual media events that followed any mission they were ordered to take. They did as was expected of them, smiled for the cameras, and answered the questions carefully, just the way he would have wanted them to.

On the flight home, Reginald didn’t say a word.

Now, as they stood behind their chairs and his coldly calculating eyes fell over them, Five couldn’t escape the sinking feeling growing in his gut.

After a silent breakfast, before he could leave with the others to attend classes, Reginald abruptly pulled him aside. Five was quickly informed that he was of the opinion their mission was hardly a success, and each of them required aggressive corrective training to make sure it never happened again. As such, he would not be joining the others.

In his naively young mind, Five mused that his father must have liked him the most because he was the lucky one who got to be ‘corrected’ first.

Wide eyed, his siblings all watched him go. Five squared his shoulders as he dutifully walked behind his father, not willing to show his growing unease.

The Monocle had a specific exercise area for Five back in one of the old factory buildings that made up his city block. It was made up of three mostly empty floors that were exposed by a large open galley in the middle. To Five, it was clear what he intended to do with him. That place, and the things that happened there, were nothing new. He used to do bad things to him there all the time. It had just been a while since they’d played that game, so the timing of it seemed suspect.

The boy couldn’t escape the thought that maybe this time he should simply say no, no more, but he didn’t. Refusing to do what his dad wanted or even arguing would send Reginald into a fit of rage, so that was out of the question unless he wanted to start a war with him, which he didn’t. That was far from what Five really wanted from him.

Once Reginald had led his son to the secluded end of his property, well away from the others, the boy resentfully stood there with his wrists willingly exposed because he knew the drill. Reginald unkindly looked down at Five before wordlessly slapping on the two cuffs specifically made for him that acted as a sort of shock collar like a dog would wear. If Five missed a mark by even an inch, he would be punished for it. The targets were wired, and only landing on top of them perfectly stopped the cuffs from zapping him less than a second later.

To Five, this whole song and dance had always felt like a sick game of Operation, or maybe Battleship, only instead of a silly little rubber band or a marked ill-fated ship, he was the one destined to snap or sink to the depths of his own personal hell. That type of training could have been done without the cuffs, but the Hargreeves children’s award-winning dad of the Year always felt that without them, there was nothing at stake, nothing driving this most defiant son to do better.

The truth was it only drove Five to hate him. Over time, he had gotten better. Reginald’s Number Five grew more apt at wielding his power and then he wasn’t subject to that particular form of punishment; not so often anyway.

Reginald set his tea down and made himself comfortable at a small desk in the center of the lower level. He took a moment to look over his notes as his son obediently stood there waiting for him to start.

Five’s thoughts moved at the speed of light, but it felt like he was always waiting. Waiting for something to change, waiting for him to be good enough. Waiting for his father to see him.

It never came.

Once again, he was stuck, waiting for his mercy, for Reginald to see him as something other than a tool to achieve his ends. Five may have been a genius but that didn’t matter. He was so alone and powerless, which in his brilliant mind seemed counterintuitive to what his father was trying to achieve which only made him even more confused.

“It’s time to begin,” Reginald announced without so much as looking at his son as he stared at him down, wondering the reason for his cold indifference and why he didn’t care about them.

Five wanted to stop feeling this; he wanted it not to matter, but it did, it always had, and that was the problem. He needed to stop caring, but he just couldn’t, so he waited, and as always, he tried harder to prove him wrong.

‘I am worth something,’ the boy kept mentally repeating. All he had to do to make things better was to make Reginald see it! Then everything would be okay-he’d finally be able to know what it meant to be happy.

Reginald hit the timer, activating the system while at the same time barking out a slew of coordinates to specific locations. Five blinked as fast as possible to each, and of course, none of them were easy and most he couldn’t see ahead of time, which made landing them harder.

Sometimes it would be three floors up above, or on top of a narrow ledge or precariously placed on some other obstacle Reginald had created for him, with nothing more than a few measly inches to land. Five quickly noticed there were marks everywhere. He couldn’t begin to count them because there were so many. That was out of the ordinary, even for The Monocle, so he knew this was going to be bad.

Five’s mind played games with him, singing imaginary taunts in his father’s cruel voice. ‘Welcome back home, son. I am going to sip tea while I enjoy watching your mind shatter.’

At least Five was on it that day. He completed each order without a single shock until nearing over an hour of jumps, which was a new record. Unfortunately for him, at that point he was drained, sweat drenched, and dizzy, having lost count of how many times he had blinked. He knew he couldn’t get the precision required for what he was doing anymore. That was evident by his shaking hands and the stars at the edges of his vision.

Even though he started to protest, Reginald kept him at it, saying he needed to get better, figure out how to land on moving targets, and learn to go past his limits, because someday he would have no other choice and it would be a matter of life and death for everyone.

Five fought back.

He started to make more and more errors, and the shocks became more and more frequent and stronger each time. Normally, that type of exercise was an hour max, but that time was different for a reason. Reginald wanted to see him fail. It was becoming more and more apparent that his collapse was the point all along. His father wanted to prove to him that he wasn’t as strong as he pretended to be.

Five’s anger and desire to prove Reginald wrong were the only things fueling him in their sick game. That was until he finally crumpled to the ground nearing the end of the second hour.

The boy crashed to the floor after an especially bad jump, missing the precariously placed mark completely. He helplessly fell from an open ledge down to the unforgiving tiles over twenty feet below. He landed hard, the whole left side of his body taking the brunt of it. His head bounced once with an excruciating thwack. Then his dad proceeded to let the cuffs shock him back into consciousness until he was folding in on himself, unable to do anything other than tremor violently as his entire body spasmed.

When Reginald finally turned it off manually, Five could hardly make a sound or move. The mad man that owned him didn’t so much as bother to tap him with his shoe as he laid helplessly in his own drool at his feet, with blood-stained tears streaming down his face. Reginald simply announced, ‘We are done.”

Then he left his son there, broken and alone.

When Five finally made it to his knees, he lost what little contents his stomach still had in it, and then he ended up back on the tiled floor with another thwack of his head against the hard surface.

He lay there too exhausted and dizzy to move or save himself, that was until Grace came to his rescue. Then, when she tried to move him, the sudden disorienting movement and sheer searing pain of it caused Five to pass out. When he woke up an undetermined amount of time later, he was in the infirmary, and it was with his dad standing over him as he lay on one of Grace’s operating tables.

Five was unable to move, but he didn’t know why.

His eyes wildly darted around him as he fell into an all-out panic. He was attached to an IV and it was administering fluids into his right arm. Some type of bandage was on his head, concealing what felt like had to be a hole the size of the Grand Canyon based on how horrible it felt. His current mental state was not good, and he was having a hard time remembering what had happened. He vaguely remembered hitting his head.

‘Was I training?’ he innocently wondered. ‘Did I pass out and fall down the stairs again because I wasn’t eating enough to power my jumps, or was it...’

Five was visibly confused and terrified, but his father only looked down at him hatefully.

Five had to look away from him because it was only adding to how much he hurt everywhere. He looked to his right instead. The sun was low, indicated by how little light was entering through the small stained-glass window above the tall storage cabinets where his mom kept her supplies. Grace was standing there in her operating gown, a heartbreaking look on her normally comforting face.

When Five heard the main doors open and close, he reluctantly turned back. To add to his confusion, his sister was there, standing next to their dad. Before he could so much as ask what was going on, Reginald played his next card, one he wouldn’t have guessed the old monster had in him, and that was saying a lot since the boy already knew that Reginald was the devil incarnate.

“Do it,” he ordered, not taking his eyes off his questioning eyes.

Allison looked like she had been crying. Five’s heart began racing faster as she looked back at their dad, looking completely horrified by whatever Reginald was asking her to do. Then she looked right at him.

“I heard a rumor you couldn’t speak,” she said, her voice trembling as new tears ran down her face. Automatically, Five’s eyes locked on hers in that familiar memorizing trance only her powers could induce on her victims.

It was done; he couldn’t speak a word, not until she said he could.

After that, Five spent the next three days in the infirmary, unable to speak about what had happened or make one word of complaint, not that anyone came to visit him anyway. He had suffered a severe concussion and he had broken his left clavicle. He had also fractured the tibia in his left leg.

On the fourth day, just before dinner, Grace helped him get vertical and assisted him as he dressed. Then, he was told to go straight to dinner. He managed to stumble in on crutches, though it hurt like hell because of shoulder, and he was late, a fact immediately pointed out by Reginald.

Five all but fell into his chair next to Klaus and Luther, looking as bad as he felt, and unable to respond to their questioning stares other than to glare at their father with his hate filled eyes. Reginald merely looked back impassively for a moment before going back to his papers in front of him.

The second Five entered the room, he could tell they all wanted to say something, but one very clear look at the imposing man that owned them, and they didn’t make a peep. Instead, they looked down at their food. Allison kept her head down the entire time, unable to meet his eyes at all.

Everyone else, for the most part, looked stunned and very scared. Even though their dad had done that type of training with Five more times than he could count, none of them knew exactly what they did in their private time. Five never told them what Reginald did to him, and it had never gone that far before. Even without an explanation, they knew something bad had happened because it was written all over his broken body, not just all over his pitifully pale face.

That night, Klaus and Ben came to Five’s room, long after they should have been asleep. He was able to write down what happened to him even though he was hardly strong enough to do so without visibly shaking. They already knew what Allison had done because she had told Luther before she hysterically locked herself in her room. He then told Ben. Allison also warned them they were not to intervene, or Reginald would make her do worse.

Sitting on his park bench, looking back on all of it, Five figured that, all and all that particular training session wasn’t one of his best. Worse, the others didn’t get away unscathed.

When Reginald was done with him, Five learned later that he had moved on to each of them. His taste for suffering must not have been quenched, because he spent the rest of his days that week tormenting the rest of his children, and each was treated to Allison’s special kind of gag order, either before or after, depending on which made the most sense.

Reginald was trying to make the point that real soldiers were not to be heard but to listen, to take orders and comply. He was tired of their complaining and their arguing and their many mistakes. He made it clear he felt that they had it too easy, and it was getting in the way of their development. These sessions were meant to throw their individual deficiencies in their faces but as young and emotionally stunted as Five still was, he saw that all it had done was make them more isolated from each other, feeding the numbness growing inside.

In comparison to his experience with Reginald, Klause’s time in his company was pretty tame compared to his usual in that he was merely forced to take a field trip for a day to the city’s busiest morgue. There, Klaus was put front and center with untold amounts of corpses, both fresh in and refrigerated. Five never heard how many ghosts were there, because by the time Klaus was allowed to leave and come home, he looked horrified and exhausted. His nerves were a complete mess, and being rumored into quiet submission after entering the house did nothing to hide how he really felt.

The idea of that venture was that Klaus may be able to relay information about the deaths of homicide victims or even important messages to loved ones from people who’d passed unexpectedly. Five had mused at the time that Reginald maybe did have a soul because that was actually not a horrible way for Klaus to use his power. But Klaus wanted nothing to do with it, even if it was for a good cause.

Later, Five learned that Klaus did have several success stories from the day, but the price he’d paid for it was evident the moment he walked in the door. He looked more disturbed than they had ever seen him. After that day, Klaus turned to things heavier than alcohol to dull the voices that followed him home and ceaselessly tormented him.

Later that week, the Hargreeves children were all called out to the courtyard after lunch to witness Diego and Luther fight. They were forced to battle it out until both were beyond bloody and bruised. Diego took it like his father knew he would, but Reginald was using his son’s desire for approval and acknowledgement against him in the lowest way.

The sheer force of Luther’s hits, even when he was holding back, were something no one could take for hours and hours on end without excessive damage. Luther wasn’t allowed to use all his strength on Diego, or it would have killed him, but it was during this fight that Diego received the long scar along his temple that he would always bear.

Luther, though built like shit-house ton of bricks, was not impenetrable either. Diego, being allowed to use any projectile he could see, inflicted his fair share of damage. Neither did anything life-threatening to the other, as that was explicitly prohibited, but Luther had to have stitches in numerous places, and he would have several hidden scars to show for it on his otherwise perfect poster boy skin.

Diego’s nose was broken as well as several of his fingers on both hands. He had numerous broken ribs, a minor hip fracture that gave him a limp for a long time after, and his throwing arm was in a sling, fractured in three places.

Afterwards, though they were both rumored not to speak, just like he and Klaus had been, Five didn’t think they would have, not to each other anyway.

The sad thing was, before that, they actually had gotten along ok-not great, but ok.

When it was Ben’s turn on Saturday, he spent a beautiful spring morning riding upstate to a farm, listening to their dad berate him for his inability to handle The Horror’s rath. He was continually reminded how weak he was and that the only way he would become stronger was to take control of the darkness within him and own it.

“You are the killer. You are the one in control,” Reginald had told him.

“Our Ben was not a killer,” Five sadly whispered as he looked down at the pigeons gathering in the grass in front of him.

Ben may have killed more people than any of them at that point, but it wasn’t really him, it was the thing they called ‘The Horror,’ hence why he was so messed up. He never wanted any part of that life and the last thing he wanted was to take ownership of it.

Unfortunately, his field trip to the farm wasn’t to learn about the dairy industry. It was to learn how to be a one man, or better put, one eldritch tentacle baring slaughter machine. He was forced to unleash the monster inside him, over and over, letting it decimate anything alive in its path, which In that case was several head of cattle destined for the meat market anyway, but still awful to say the least.

Ben was still a mess when he got home that night. He had been carelessly hosed off and left with traces of blood on his otherwise caulk white skin. He was put on a piece of plastic in the backseat of the car on the way home, like he was some kind of filth not good enough to touch the smooth leather of Reginald’s Rolls. When his siblings saw him, his jet-black hair was clumped in a gore of sticky redness and his clothing still bore the evidence of how gruesome his day had been. Once he was stripped, Grace threw his academy uniform away.

Too bad the memories weren’t as easy to dispose of.

Ben was speechless after that, even before Allison needlessly rumored him. The only reason they all knew the details of what happened to Ben was because Vanya overheard Reginald talking to Pogo and Grace about it. The whole thing left him in an almost catatonic state. Seeing that he was unable to function normally, Ben was put under watch by Grace and excused temporarily from daily activities, spending the next two days alone in his room.

Though Allison usually got away with almost anything and she was rarely on their father’s radar when it came to anything, that time proved she was not immune to his madness. Though she may have felt she had Reginald wrapped around her pretty painted fingernails, she quickly realized she was not the one calling the shots.

It was obvious she was devastated about having to rumor them into silent submission. None of the traumatized children blamed her, but it hurt anyway. Five was bitter but he had understood. It was no wonder she normally refused to use her power unless Reginald forced her to. Taking someone’s will away from them was not a good feeling from either side of the situation and it was hard not to feel some anger at her about it.

For a long time after, Five couldn’t be in the same room with Allison without hearing her voice stripping him of the right to use his own mind the way he wanted, and that resulted in fear and mistrust that couldn’t be fixed while they were under that roof.

To him, it felt like the man that called himself their father wanted them to loathe each other as much as they hated him, because that was basically what he’d caused. They could scarcely look at one another when it was all done.

Even without words, it was clear everyone was in shock over what had happened. They were looking for someone to blame and not just their dad. To add insult to injury, quite literally, they couldn’t talk to each other about it when they were each in their worst time of need.

They went through the next week without one word of complaint because they couldn’t. Until then, Five wasn’t sure if Reginald could get Allison to rumor them like that permanently, but if he could have, he knew that he would, so at least he had that to cling to but it did little to ease how heartbroken and hateful he felt.

How they felt and what they needed did not matter to their father.

They had seen the truth. They were nothing to him and never were.

~~~

Feeling slightly off from thinking about the tragedy of that week, Five looked up, finally noticing that there was a little boy coming along the shady path he was sitting along. As if energized even more by Five’s eyes landing on him, the excited puppy the child was trying to hold back suddenly broke free of his hold, sprinting for the park bench.

“Woah there, buddy,” Five laughed as the golden ball of fur aggressively leapt up with its fuzzy paws landing on his knees so it could lick his face. Within seconds, Five’s once pristine wool pants were covered in slobber and dirt.

“Mr. Pennycrumb likes you,” the boy laughed, while scrambling around on the ground, trying to get his hands on the leash.

Just as Five was going to stand up to escape his new friend’s overly affectionate greeting, you came running up to them. “I am so sorry!” you cried as you jumped in to help get a handle on the wild pup.

Once you got the small dog pulled in tight at your heel, Five got to his feet. “It’s okay,” he assured while brushing himself off.

When he looked at the boy, the child staring up at him said, “This is my babysitter. We get to hangout while my mommy is at work. She has to work three jobs ever since the mean monster she called cancer took my daddy away.”

“I am sorry,” Five quietly replied, not sure how to respond to someone so young or to something so awful.

You looked even more embarrassed as you quickly tried to change the subject, “Really. I’m so sorry about your suit. It looks like I owe you a new pair of pants.” Your eyes flickered downwards, taking in the damage. When you looked back up, you added, “Obviously my little guy is very social. Having a four-legged beast is great, but a bit much sometimes.”

You reached down, petting your dog, then did the same to the giggling kid, ruffling his fluff of hair. Your smile faded just a little as your eyes returned to the serious looking young man who was curiously studying you.

“Not my nephew here. He is social too, but I didn’t mean to say that he’s a four-legged beast,” you corrected, followed by a laugh that touched something inside Five that made his face animate with a spark of life.

Five’s dimple deepened as his dark lashes fanned his cheeks for a fraction of a second.

“This kiddo is bit much too, but I love him so, so much and we’d be out here doing this together even if I wasn’t his mom’s go to babysitter,” you rambled, flustered by the way Five was looking at you through the curtain of hair that had fallen over his kind but calculating eyes.

“Don’t worry. I get it, and you don’t owe me new pants. I don’t mind getting a little dirty every now and then. Sometimes I quite enjoy it, and this is turning into one of those times,” Five smoothly replied, clearly aware that his answer would only make your cheeks glow even brighter.

Just as you were about to say something, your nephew interrupted.

“You looked lonely. That’s why Mr. Pennycrumb came over to say hi,” he cutely pointed out, then surprised Five even more when he added, “Want to go for a walk with us?”

Five’s mouth opened but nothing came out at first.

Suddenly feeling like he needed to do something with his hands, he tucked them in his pockets and rocked back in his shiny shoes. Of course, that did not help him feel like he was successfully playing off his normal guy act, especially considering his left hand was sitting right next to a button that was about to destroy the city’s largest building.

“I…uhmmm. I would love to, but I have a prior engagement I need to attend to,” he finally replied with his cool green eyes moving between the expectant little boy and you.

Five almost never engaged in conversations that weren’t required of him. When he did, they were never like this. This felt different.

It felt…good.

Five hadn’t felt the glimmer of hope or experienced the surprise of something that wasn’t catastrophic in…

He couldn’t remember.

Clearing your throat, you looked back at him while putting a hand on your nephew’s shoulder. Five knew that meant you were leaving, but he found that he desperately didn’t want you to.

He wanted to go on that walk, if only to have a taste of something good for once.

Five’s brows furrowed as he glanced at the skyline where Reginald’s building stood as if taunting him. When he looked back at you standing between him and what he felt was preventing him from moving on, something in him fractured, but it was the exact opposite of feeling like something inside of him was broken.   

“Well…” you started. “If you change your mind about those pants or the walk in the park, we’ll be strolling by here about the same time tomorrow.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Five said, dropping his head to the side while giving you another small smile.

As you turned and left him standing there, Five was unable to stop smiling.

He took his hand from his pocket, looking down at his palm where the electronic device lay waiting.

Killing Reginald would only prove that he was right.

Five was not weak and never was.

He pried the casing open and pulled at the wires under the button that could have activated the bombs.  

The switch was dead, but Five wasn’t. Somehow, while lost in his crushing hatred and near debilitating loneliness he’d forgotten that. In his fight to end his father, he’d accidentally given up on himself.

But Five Hargreeves was not a quitter.

Chucking the broken trigger in the bushes, he started to head back the way he’d entered the park.

That was the moment when the sapphire canvas above him started to falter.

The many colors of blue and white and gray in the clouds suddenly scattered into millions of floating dots, rapidly separating in a way that was not at all natural. The phenomenon of pixelating pulsations quickly swallowed the long needle piercing the sky above the massive glass covered pillar bearing Reginald’s name.

As the top of the building where he and his reclusive wife resided was obliterated, a glittering dust of marigold colored rain began to fall over the park, blowing in the rush of wind before dusting Five’s hair in its otherworldly magic.

The site was almost just like when Reginald had drained them, only happening in reverse. The sensation of first bone chilling ice, then scorching heat began crawling under Five’s skin.

Reacting to the intense pain that felt like it was tearing him apart, Five dropped to his knees, his hands clawing at his body as he screamed.

A fire of blue light engulfed him as his powers violently reclaimed him. Within seconds, Five was filled with an ethereal glow that radiated from his eyes and his fingertips, making him look like a wingless archangel in a tailored business suit.

Then, the world as Five had come to know it evaporated, the ground bearing his weight, slipped away into the bottomless depths of time and space as he fell.

~~~

In the beginning, there was nothing. That was the way it always was. Just emptiness and possibilities, and the one who could not only manipulate time and space but could also create it.

It all started with a boy, only that boy didn’t know it until just now, when life and all material things were gone and his consciousness was all that was left.

Like Reginald had said, it was always Five.

Suspended in a vast swirl of everything that ever was and ever would be, grasping at the fibers of light flashing past him, Five began pulling with invisible hands, starting the unimaginable task of piecing together something better for all of them.

~~~

Much, much later, or five years later, but actually the exact same day it was, but back in their original timeline, but also not, depending on how you wanted to look at things and wrap your head around the fact that time only seems to be linear, Number Five Hargreeves set his coffee cup down on the table between him and his ghost whispering brother.

He was at the same coffee shop he’d been at that fateful morning in another timeline and in another time that he’d filed away among many others that were left behind closed doors inside the vast hallways of his mind.

“Oh, come on Five,” Klaus moaned. “I just got here. I thought we were hanging out today. I even told the rest of the family that we’d meet up with them later. Diego and Lila’s little brat rat is dying to see her favorite uncle Fivey.”

After looking down at his wrist bearing his Umbrella Academy tattoo, taking stock of the time, Five rolled his eyes heavenward and sighed. “Klaus, we were supposed to hangout and have breakfast, but you showed up an hour later. I have already eaten. I bought you your favorite smoothie and a bagel, so that’s going to have to be good enough because I have somewhere I need to be.”

“Where?”

“None of your business.”

“I know you. You’re up to something,” he accused.

Musing over what Klaus would say if he told him where he was going, Five got up, his hand coming to his throat to straighten his tie.

Five knew that he painted an odd picture. One of a just turned eighteen-year-old, dressed like he wanted to take on the wolves of Wall Street, but as silly as his choice of attire may have been being he had no intention of doing that, this was him and always would be. A nice suit meant you weren’t messing around, and he wasn’t anymore. Besides, it wasn’t like the world didn’t know about his crazy life story, or fact that he wasn’t exactly the young man he appeared to be.

Thanks to having the rug pulled out from under him, or better put, reality as he had known it, Five was seeing things from a much different perspective.

Looking back on it, he still couldn’t stop kicking himself for not putting it together when he saw the other ancient version of himself laying in a diaper in that hyperbaric chamber in The Commission’s paradox proof bunker.

Now it all made sense how he had become the founder.

“Whatever,” Klaus muttered, pretending to grumble when Five didn’t take the bait and tell him what he was up to. “At least you’re finally an official grown up again and you sometimes get out of your apartment and mingle with the rest of the world every now and then. But still, buddy. Reading is fun and Dolores is a hottie and all, but you need to spread those cute little wings of yours and fly. There are tons of other real flesh and blood birdies out there looking for love from the right dove and you sir are all sorts of ripe.”

“Shut up, Klaus,” Five dryly retorted as his fingers threaded back through the chocolatey strands of hair that were hanging every which way, making him look every bit his outwardly young age.

“Go. Off with you then, young man,” Klaus teased. “Next time, it’s my plan for our date day and you are meeting me to get our nails done and then we are going out salsa dancing with Diego and Lila and Sloane and Luther. We need to show them how the better Hargreeves do their damn thing.”

“I don’t dance,” Five huffed as his fingers curled around the bready treat hidden in his pocket.

“Yes, you do,” Klaus laughed, to which Five gave him a quick scowl that just as quickly turned into a smirk because they had gotten exceptionally plastered at Klaus’s apartment only a week ago, and he’d made a total ass of himself dancing in a hula skirt and sombrero on the coffee table. When Klaus and Viktor and then Luther joined him, it was too much and the flimsy piece of Ikea furniture exploded, leaving them in a heap on the shag carpet.

Yes, things were different this time around, just as Five had hoped they’d be after he’d brought them all back to the day of Reginald’s funeral, and then proceeded to avoid all the mistakes he and they had made after it.

It didn’t mean that all the bad things didn’t happen in the years before this. It meant they got a second chance while all knowing everything that they had known about the original run through when they’d been brought back together and then messed it all up.

Miraculously, Five wasn’t just a time traveling teleporter with trigger finger you didn’t want pointed at you. He could create time, and that is how he saved the world and brought everyone back, but he did not rewrite like Reginald had tried to do.

He was smarter than that. 

No one can erase the past. It will always be there one way or another. The only thing you can do is learn from it and he did.

“I’ll see you all later?” Five softly offered, before turning to head out the door.

“You better,” Klaus said, calling after him with an outpouring of brotherly love.

The bell on the door chimed as Five walked out into the bright morning sun.

The sidewalk was packed like it always was that time of day and that was why Five almost didn’t see him. 

Reginald wasn’t dressed in his usual fine wool suit of tightly woven tweeds and righteousness. The familiar posture and weakened step aided by his cane appeared in Five’s periphery and the next thing he knew, he was looking into the eyes of someone that wasn’t supposed to be there but was.

To all the others, the eccentric inventor Sir Reginald Hargreeves had died, just as he originally did. But that ruse was a necessary end, just like it was originally intended to be the first time and Five didn’t alter that on purpose.

He knew their adoptive father was more than just the monster he appeared to be. Reginald had been wrong for what he’d done to them, but like him, he’d been desperate and he’d paid for his mistakes, over and over. 

Now, as time had intended it, Five was in a place to do something about that.

Having real power had nothing to do with ruling others or having superpowers. It was in not succumbing to the demons inside you.

Real power happens in making the right choices.

Knowing that he had made the right choice, Five nodded ever so slightly, and in doing so, he received a silent bow in return from the lonely creature passing him by.

It wasn’t over for Reginald yet, and it was far from over for Five. With his excitement building and aware that he needed to move faster, Five pulled at the power simmering just beneath his skin, throwing open a portal.

Less than a second later, he reappeared, stepping out onto a shady pathway in the park.

Eyeing his favorite bench, with sweaty hands hidden in his pockets, he sat down.

As he was looking out, his eyes seeing a ghostly mixture of realities twisting through his memories, he heard the small voice of a boy, calling out to the dog that had just broken off its leash.

It was happening almost the same as the first time.

Mr. Pennycrumb raced across the grass, kicking up the pigeons that were nibbling on the bread Five had thrown down for them.

Reaching the young man on the bench that he’d chosen as his newest friend, the puppy jumped up, paws digging into Five’s thighs as he assaulted his face with his wet tongue.

“Hey, buddy,” Five whispered as the little boy with his aunt came running up over.

After slipping the yellow lab a doggie biscuit that he’d purchased that morning at the doggie bakery, Five looked up.

“I am so sorry!” you breathed as you frantically kneeled down to get your hands on the dog’s collar. “Oh my gosh, your pants!” you gasped while also trying to brush off the mud covering Five’s crotch.

Realizing what you were doing after it was too late, you pulled your hand back. Your face got even redder when Five merely raised a thick brow at you and smiled.

“Oh my God, I shouldn’t have done tha- I just- Well, shit,” you moaned, giving into your embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” Five calmly assured. “I don’t mind getting felt up by the wild animals roaming the park.”

You burst out laughing, your hands flying up to cover your mouth.

“Mr. Pennycrumb and my babysitter seem to really like you, Mister,” the little boy said while giggling. “Do you want to come for a walk with us since you are just sitting here all alone now that your bird friends are gone?”

“My schedule is open so I suppose I could do that,” Five returned. “But only if your babysitter wants me to…”

“Absolutely, you should totally come with us,” you quickly replied. “Please, let me pay for some new pants. I know a decent men’s store off 48th street and we are heading that way. This little fluff head of mine just ruined your pants, so it’s the least I can do,” you added while looking only slightly less mortified.

“How about I let you buy me a coffee and I buy you and the kid a treat and we skip the new pants,” Five countered. “If after our walk you still want to get me out of them, I can probably find a way to accommodate that.”

The look in your wide eyes said it all. You were as charmed by Five’s perfectly timed string of covertly naughty suggestions as he was by your kindhearted smile and fidgety ways.

Just then, the little boy’s mom and dad came strolling along, their faces showing humorously shocked levels of concern when they saw all the mud staining the lap of Five’s three-piece suit.

The boy’s father glanced at his wife just before they reached them, mouthing, “Is that who I think it is?”

It was the time of truth.

Hoping for the best, Five extended his hand to you as you stood there stunned, all of a sudden realizing who he was.

 “Five Hargreeves, and you are?”

Visibly shaking your head as you looked him up and down, you reached out, lacing your warm fingers between his. Giving Five your name, you then introduced your family.

From there, the walk Five had been waiting for finally happened.

With a world that wasn’t on the verge of falling apart and with someone real who knew who he really was and seemed to be still interested in knowing him better, Five was about to get what he deserved all along.

Happiness.

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Thank you for reading this. ❤️ I hope you enjoyed it, and if you have read my original Five Centric 3-part series, and the parts of this one that were describing what happened to Five and his family after the Paris mission seemed familiar, you are not wrong. 😂👍 I have been wasting my time going back to re-edit my older works and I came across a chapter in 'Number Five and the Girl' that covered that sad memory for him. I love anything whumpy and I felt that part had it in a way that touched on something for all of them. I enjoyed revisiting it, and I hoped you would find something of value in it too.  That story goes down much different than this one, but I couldn't help borrowing some of that to turn into something new that tickled our brains with some of the stuff the show has been putting out there lately to get us excited.

Long live TUA and the people who keep the fandom fun. 🤗

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[nerdieforpedro]

His Place of Peace

Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader

Fanfiction - teens and up I guess?

Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist

Warnings: just fluff and maybe a few innuendos, brief mention of drug use

Notes: I’ve actually had this in my WIP folder for a while. Re-worked it a bit and feel like it’s ready. A soft Dieter was inspired by lo-fi beats and coffee. Maybe how he would be if he was at home and looking over scripts. He’s touch oriented so I thought this fit.

Length: 835 (New personal short record!)

“Honey, you can’t wear those.” A gray robe was draped over the love seat as Dieter plopped on the floor in front of it. He had a script in hand and needed to focus.

“Why? I’m in my house and it’s a little cool.” You stood in the doorway to the living room. Happy that he was home, but a little miffed that he didn’t start with a greeting at least. It had been a year, you knew him well enough by now that Dieter Bravo didn’t always give you what you wanted, but he somehow surprised you with what you didn’t know you needed.

“I won’t feel your thighs properly if you wear pajama pants. Keep your tank top on though.” He instructed, and started to read the script again. You walked back to the bedroom and slipped off your bottoms, then donned a pair of white cheeky panties to match your tank top and walked out to the loveseat. Dieter peeked up at you,

“You didn’t need to put on panties.” His eyes went back to his script. Mumbling to himself, you’d only get parts of him now, the award winner took his craft seriously. Claiming your seat next to him on the loveseat, you didn’t feel like being compliant quite yet. One arm snaked over your thigh and his head leaned on your knee. “Baby, help me out.” His dark brown curls tickled your skin, you reached your hand for them but stopped yourself, it would be giving in. “Please…?” You couldn’t see his face, but you knew your boyfriend was making a pouty face.

“Fine, but I want cheese ravioli with garlic bread from that chef you take with you when you travel.” Your hand met its place among his rolling strands. They felt like silk and massaging his scalp helped him focus on learning his lines, so he said. A soft purr of satisfaction came from Dieter’s chest. Despite how frustrating he could be, moments like these made him sweet in your eyes. He wasn’t content with just the scalp massage, he wiggled in-between your legs and lifted your calves, placing your knees on each of his shoulders. Bravo locked his arms around your calves so you wouldn’t move your legs off, eyes still on his script. The facial hair on each side of his cheeks and jaw enticed you to start digging your fingernails on his scalp kneading the skin.

A calming hum left Deiter as he flipped the page, carefully reading what he needed to say next, trying to picture the character he would be playing in this role. His head started to bob side to side, alternating with the pressure from your fingernails into his scalp.

“You’re perfect, you know that right? I’ll tell the chef to make that nasty ass pineapple on one of the pizzas we’ll have tomorrow night. The ravioli will be tonight though. I need a kiss from my perfect woman, please?” His neck extended and his mischievous coffee eyes drank you in, your smile, the messy bun you had on your head, the tanktop that fit better six months ago according to you but Dieter would tell you it hugs you in the correct places. The only person that wasn’t contractually obligated to stay by his side through his three stents in rehab but convinced him to make the coke and molly an every other week treat.

“Alright, but then you’re going back to your script.” Your soft lips touched his forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back. His large hand cupped your cheek to hold your face there so he could keep looking at you, studying your face, your moles, the small scar in your hairline that you told him was from you tried to use a hot comb on your hair by yourself. You turned your head to kiss the small circle tattoo he had on his left hand.

The actor’s face beamed at the small moments with you like this. Ones he thought he’d never have because he was always herded like some prize cattle, from one place to the next and any reprieve he found were in powders, bottles and pills. Due to his schedule, he barely had time to paint anymore, but here you were. Someone he could come home to, make jokes with, supportive and loving. His head was in the best place it could be, between your thick thighs, heavy legs keeping him from floating away in the weightless feeling you gave him each time you touched him.

Dieter’s hand let go of your face as you sat back, gently running the pads of your fingers across his forehead where your lips had been. His eyes returned to the words on the pages, re-reading the same line three times. He felt safe and loved, he cleared his throat to re-focus himself again finally getting to the line below, he’d stay here all night if allowed, secure with his beautiful perfect woman right above him.

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[wheresarizona]

Caught

summary: Empty rooms are always fair game, and even though this wasn’t the reason Javier came to find you in the records room, you’re not surprised in the slightest when things heat up. Now, if only he’d locked the door when he came in…

rating: E (18+!! This is smut. No y/n, Soft Javier Peña (my beloved), unprotected p in v, semi-public sex, getting caught, vaginal fingering, creampie, dirty talk, praise kink, love confessions, secret relationship, co-workers)

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 2.2k+

a/n: This one is for @headinthecloudssblog who sent in a request for Javier and reader getting caught during spicy time. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending it in! Shoutout to @chaoticgeminate who came in hot with the last-minute beta, you are amazing, and I love you! Happy Sinning Sunday, everyone!!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Masterlist

You have the file cabinet open, thumbing through the manila folders trying to find the one you were looking for. The records room walls were lined with filing cabinets, more in the middle with shelves for evidence boxes. You’re in the back corner, furthest away from the door, but still able to hear when someone enters, hearing their footsteps and not bothering to look up as you continue your search.

His cologne hits you first—that familiar spiciness that you thought might be patchouli and cinnamon, layered with citrus notes, creating something almost intoxicating when you inhale it.

“No,” you say, eyes still searching for the damn file.

An amused chuckle floats through the air and tingles down your spine.

“You don’t even know why I’m here,” Javi replies, words deep and raspy, and you try your best not to let it get to you, but his smell and voice have arousal pooling in your belly immediately.

It annoys you how easily he turns you on, seeing him in your peripheral.

You snort at what he says.

“Right. You just happened to need something at the same time I did.”

“Yeah, there is something I need.” You can hear him smirking, which makes you finally turn your head to look at him, seeing him leaning against a cabinet, arms crossed over his chest with that smirk you suspected tilted on his lips.

Your eyes narrow.

“I swear to god, Javier, if you say pussy, I am leaving, and you can explain to the Ambassador why she didn’t get that file she asked for.”

The smile falls from his face, his throat working as he gulps, eyes rounded, and he looks a little hurt? That confuses you.

“That’s not the reason,” he says.

“Okay?”

He sighs, seeing his shoulders slump as he looks away.

“You didn’t kiss me goodbye before you left my apartment this morning,” he says softly.

Your eyes go wide, not expecting him to say that.

“You were in the shower, and I was running late,” you point out.

He looks at you, frowning.

“Still could’ve kissed me goodbye.”

You close the drawer and take the couple of steps to be in front of him, hands moving up to cradle his cheeks.

“I’m sorry I didn’t kiss you before I left,” you say. “There were no kiss requirements when we were just fuck buddies.” The relationship status change had only occurred a few days prior, but you’d been sleeping together for over six months.

You lean into him, pressing your mouth to his, Javier’s arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer, and kissing you harder, making you moan when he pushes his tongue between your lips.

He’s overtaking your senses, smelling him, feeling him, tasting him—the familiar nicotine, coffee, and mint on his tongue—all of it making you throb between your legs in tune with your heartbeat, and wetness seep into your panties.

Secluded rooms were never safe when the two of you were alone, and though you’d said no initially, that resolve immediately left you the moment his lips touched yours.

You find your back being pressed into a cabinet with a thud, Javi kissing a path along your jawline and to your neck, your fingers tangling in the brown waves on top of his head.

“I didn’t realize you’d be a needy secret boyfr—” The word cuts off into a moan as he sucks at your pulse point.

“I’m not needy,” he murmurs against your skin, his big hands getting underneath your skirt and trailing up your thighs.

“The upset over not getting a goodbye kiss begs to di—Fuck, Javi,” you gasp, his hand in your underwear, fingers circling your clit.

Your body is thrumming, jolts of pleasure shooting to your core.

His head comes up, looking you in the eyes, his so dark barely any brown remains.

“Wanting you to kiss me before you leave doesn’t make me needy.” He presses two fingers inside you, making you mewl from the stretch, so thick as they fill you—his thumb rolls around your sensitive bundle of nerves while pumping his digits, sliding against your slick, sensitive walls. “I can’t kiss you whenever I want when we’re here.”

You’re having difficulty thinking with his fingers pressing inside you, doing your best to wrangle your thoughts.

“Because—” you start, gasping when he crooks them to hit that one spongey spot only he seems to know how to find, your brain whiting out for a moment, eyes closing, the coil in your belly beginning to tighten. “Because,” you try again, licking your bottom lip, “you didn’t want people to know.”

His fingers stop, and you whine, eyes flying open, seeing his eyebrows furrowed and a look of confusion settled on his features.

“What?” He asks.

“You didn’t want people to know we were sleeping together when we were just fuck buddies, and you don’t want people to know we’re dating, so you wait to see me here whenever we can be alone. Why’d you stop?” You pout. “It was so good.”

“Baby, I thought you wouldn’t want people to know we’re fucking.”

Now you look confused.

“Why would I care if people knew we’re fucking?” You ask.

He frowns.

“Because of my reputation.”

“Of fucking informants?” You ask, and he nods. “You stopped doing that months ago, and I don’t care what people say or your reputation. I do my job extremely well, and us being in a relationship isn’t against policy, so really, I don’t care who knows. I’m happy to be dating you.”

His eyes go wide.

“You’re happy to date me?”

You smile.

“Yeah, Javi. Very much. Now, please, either finger me or fuck me because I want you so fucking bad right now.”

His hand leaves your underwear, so he can work open his pants, not surprising you in the slightest when he unzips his jeans, and his hard cock springs free.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, grabbing your thigh and bringing it up on his hip, pushing your skirt up to bunch at your waist. “Pull your panties to the side, baby.” You snake a hand between your bodies to do as he said, his eyes locked on your center as you reveal yourself. He rubs his length through your wetness, making you gasp when he teases your clit, before he presses himself inside, your eyes rolling back and moaning, loving how he fills you, feeling him stretching you open, sinking in inch by glorious inch until he bottoms out.

“I’m going to fuck,” he says, pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in, making the cabinet behind you bang against the wall, “my girlfriend.”

His lips descend on yours, messily kissing you while fucks into you, going hard and steady. The muscles in your belly are tightening, the push and pull causing pleasure to radiate in your core, amping you up. He swallows your moans, grunts bubbling in his throat, the metal behind you banging in rhythm with his thrusts.

Your hands are back in his hair, pulling on the strands while you lose your mind at how fucking good he feels. He’s working you over, his hips continuing to move, building you up.

These rendezvous’ always riled you up, something about them always getting to you.

Was it the possibility of getting caught? The secrecy of your relationship? Whatever it was, it had you flying towards your orgasm.

His hand moves down to the apex of your thighs, circling your clit just the way you like, and quickly, the coil inside you is snapping, moaning Javi’s name as the euphoria courses through your body, Javi fucking you through it.

“Good girl,” he speaks into your mouth. “Good fucking girl.”

His thrusts speed up as he chases his high, the two of you so lost in each other you don’t hear the footsteps until it’s too late.

“Oh!” The surprised feminine voice has your eyes opening, thankful Javi’s body is blocking you from the intruder’s sight, him stopping, and turning his head to look over his shoulder, with a sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Sorry, Javi!”

“What do you need, Kelly?” He asks.

Oh, Kelly. For months she’s been trying to get Javi to sleep with her, and there have been many times when you had to save him from her tenacity with fake requests from the ambassador. It always bothered you that she wouldn’t accept it whenever he turned her down.

“No-nothing,” she stumbles over her words. “So, sorry. I’m going to go.”

“That’d be best,” he replies. “I’m just helping the Ambassador’s assistant find something.” For show, he tugs open a drawer and moves his head to look inside, pretending to check the files. “Nope, not in this one.” He slams it shut, looking at the other woman again.

“Right,” she replies. “I’ll find you later.” You frown at the hopefulness in her tone, like she still wants to fuck him even though he’s currently balls-deep in someone.

You lean to the side to look around Javi, seeing Kelly giving your boyfriend fuck-me eyes.

“He’ll be busy,” you say, her gaze meeting yours. “He’s got a girlfriend.”

“And that’s an issue?” She asks, your mouth falling open at her audacity.

“I’m a one woman man,” Javi says, and you can hear the anger simmering in his tone. “Whatever you’re hoping for isn’t happening—it’s never happening.” Watching her face fall makes you a little too happy. “I’m sure Greg over in accounting can help you out.”

Kelly’s face is bright red, and you can see her fuming, looking angry.

“He’s probably a better fuck than you, anyway,” she sneers, turning on her heel, and storming out, the door slamming when she exits.

Javi looks back at you.

“She’s going to tell on us,” you say, brain whirling on how the both of you were going to get out of this.

“She’s not gonna tell on us,” he replies.

“How do you know?”

“She fucked Greg in the Ambassador’s office during the Christmas party.”

“No!” You gasp.

“Yeah. Greg was bragging about it.”

“And here I thought us enjoying supply closets was risky.”

“And the records room, the bathroom stall, the janitor's closet, my desk…”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. We fuck everywhere.” You couldn’t help but giggle. “There’s no way that Greg is a better fuck than you.”

Javi chuckles, leaning in to kiss you.

“I know, baby,” he grinds his hips, his hard cock rubbing against all the right spots and making your toes curl. “Absolutely, no way.”

“How are you still hard?” You gasp.

“Your pussy is magic,” he smirks.

You slap his shoulder, laughing.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I’m just in love with you.”

He presses his lips to yours before you can respond, his hips beginning to move in and out of you, over and over again.

You tug on his hair to pull his head back, his eyes lust-blown when he looks at you while fucking into you, a lazy smile on his lips.

“I love you, too,” you say.

A dimpled smile appears on his face, and he kisses you again, pushing into you harder, faster, the cabinet behind you banging against the wall once more.

You love how his cock feels inside you, the way he slides so deep and reaches places no other had before—feeling divine, hearing the wet sounds of him pounding into you, and fanning the flame growing inside you.

That pressure is building in the base of your spine once more, gasping out moans as he fucks you with fervor. His one hand has a tight grip on your thigh hitched up on his hip, his other hand palming at your breast through your blouse, his tongue sliding along your own.

You’re getting closer to the edge, that familiar tightening in your belly, winding up.

Javi bites at your lip, soothing it with his tongue.

“You gonna come for me again?” He asks, sloppily kissing your jaw. “Gonna come all over the dick you own?” His question makes you moan, clenching around him. You feel his hot breath when his mouth hovers at your ear. “You like that, baby? Like knowing I’m only yours? All of me. Every single part—body, and soul—fucking yours, and you’re mine.”

It’s all too much, his cock pressing into you just right, and hearing his devotion, it has you tumbling over the edge with a cry of his name—pleasure wracks through your body, thighs shaking as your cunt spasms, Javi groaning loudly.

“That’s fucking it,” his words coming out strained. “So fucking good to me.” His hips continue thrusting into you. “My good fucking girl.”

You can tell he’s barely holding on by a thread, so close to his own end.

His head is in the crook of your neck, panting as he fucks into you with wild abandon.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he says. “Gonna fuck my come so deep I’m with you for days. You want that? Want me in you, baby?”

“Yes,” you gasp.

A drawn out moan falls from his lips at your answer, and after a handful of thrusts, he’s pushing in hard, a rumbling groan coming from his chest, feeling his cock twitch and the warmth filling you as he comes.

His head moves, mouth finding yours to languidly kiss you while you both catch your breaths, coming down from your highs. After some minutes, he pulls back, looking at you with so much adoration you suck in a breath.

“I love you, baby,” he says.

“I love you, too.”

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[just-here-for-the-moment]

Hiya! Unable to add a gif but if you want to and there’s not too many others with him, it’s my man Javier Peña with “you’re my regret” OR “get out of here! NOW!” Thank you! 🧡🧡

Oooh! I like this! 💕💕💕

“You’re my regret…” under the cut! (830 words)

Everything I write is for grown folks. If you're under 18 GTFO, do not click below, shoo, get out!

The late Friday sun slanted through the blinds, striping your paperwork gold and warming the skin on your arms. You sighed and looked at the pad of paper next to your typewriter… just a few more pages to go. What you wouldn’t give for a back rub and a cold drink right about now, but there wasn’t anyone who could do that for you, not since Peña had run off. 

Lord only knows what had scared him off. It’s not like you had pushed him for commitment, or gave him the big moony eyes whenever he was around. You had been available but not clingy. Businesslike but not cold. You thought you had struck the perfect balance between being casual and being warm, but Javier had given you six weeks of fun, and then he was gone. He hit the field for a big operation that lasted over a week, and when he came back, he suddenly wouldn’t look at you. You had spent the past four months trying to figure it out. 

Today, though, you had no patience for that puzzle. You had work to finish and laundry to do, errands to run and books to read. The space that you had available in your heart and your mind for the mystery of Agent Peña had shrunk, and your patience was worn thinner than the government-issue toilet paper in the DEA restrooms. 

Maybe this weekend you could hit up the bar in your neighborhood that was popular with the DEA newbies and the graduate students from the university. Maybe there would be a cute little distraction, like a grad student studying poetry who had liquid eyes and a lilting tongue, or a freshly-buzzed baby-faced MILSEC guy who wouldn’t mind giving you a roll in the hay… maybe.

You heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and it suddenly hit you how late it was, and how the measured steps echoed against the silence of the nearly empty building. You wondered who could possibly be coming back to this office suite so late-

Javier froze when he saw you. You wanted to twitch a smile at the way he was obviously taken aback, the way he clearly hadn’t anticipated running into you alone, this late, in this corner of the building. He tapped the file folder he was holding into his palm, two, three, four times. He composed his face and wiped any trace of unease from it. 

“Oh,” he cleared his throat. “I didn’t know anyone was back here… isn’t your office on the other end of the hall?”

“It was.” You enjoyed his discomfort perhaps more than you should have. “I moved over here two weeks ago.”

You held your hand out for the file, crisp, no time to waste on this man. He approached you gingerly, as though you might bite. 

You glanced at the file and then tucked it into your drawer for your boss to sign on Monday. A glance at your watch showed the time well past quitting, and you decided to close up shop and leave the rest of the typing for Monday as well. 

You stood and began to put things away, placing the plastic cover over your typewriter, retrieving your purse from its drawer, putting papers away and locking up your desk. You made a show of ignoring Peña, and when you were done, you raised one eyebrow at him. 

“Will there be anything else, Agent?”

He just stared at you, and you made no bones about letting the irritation you felt seep through to the surface. You made your way past him to leave, feeling good about giving him your back, resisting the urge to look back over your shoulder to see if he was watching you.

His baritone voice stopped the world.

“Do you have any regrets?”

You halted mid-stride, not sure of how to respond. Was he asking about your relationship in particular? Life in general?

You turned and fixed him with a steely eye. 

“Yes. I regret not leaving on time today, otherwise we could have skipped this little charade, Agent Peña. Would you like to explain why you’ve been avoiding me instead of simply treating me like a grown-up and just saying that you wanted to end things?”

He looked at his shoes, and as he opened his mouth, you cut him off.

“It’s too late, I’m not interested any more. So unless you have a sincere apology for me, you can write an interoffice memo.”

His brown eyes met yours, and his voice was so soft you weren’t sure you heard him at first. 

“You’re my regret.”

Your next snarky remark was wiped from your brain, and you hoped against hope that he meant it. 

You stepped closer to Peña, watching his eyes for any sign of trickery, but all you saw was pain. 

You closed the distance, breathless and wanting and completely forgiving the past few months altogether, and you hoped this wasn’t a mistake. You stepped into his arms and kissed him.

#javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #javier peña fanfiction #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal character #pedrostories

[liketolaugh-writes]

A note about some of my WIPs-

For the last five years or so, I've worked entirely off a flash drive; I like the perception of permanence and the ability to access my files without needing internet. I'm transitioning off of that now.

Last week, I opened my flash drive to discover that my files had corrupted overnight. I spent a day struggling to recover them, and eventually discovered that while my old files were all fine, almost everything I'd opened in the last six months was gone. This was pretty easy to ascertain, since I make a new folder every year to separate active WIPs from inactive ones.

'Die in Hell,' the AU where 12-year-old Percy falls into Tartarus, is intact, because it was open at the time. The most important file, the completed first draft of my original novel, is also fine; I had a copy from when I emailed it to my mom.

My entire 2023 folder was obliterated, so I lost everything that I worked on last year but hadn't touched in the month of 2024. 'Letters to a Friend,' the HP/PJO crossover, got corrupted. The rewrite of Cosmic Composite was also corrupted, as was 'In Full Bloom,' the sequel to 'Coloring Inside the Lines.' (I may be able to recover the last three, but I won't know until I have a little money to dump into a file recovery service. Unfortunately, there's nothing left of my 2023 files to recover.)

Needless to say, I'm not really writing right now. I'll get over it, obviously - I've been writing far too long to give it up now, and this actually isn't the first time I've lost a whole flash drive of work - but I wanted to update on some of the projects I've been talking about, and let's be real, I also wanted to mope.

#this probably comes off a little dramatic #but i am still VERY upset about it

[thesalemwitchtries]

Dreaming Of a Grave: Chapter One

Word Count: 1.5k-ish

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Named! Fem! Enhanced! Reader

Warnings: physical assault without any specific depiction, existential ruminating, mentions of a bad childhood, also apologies to people from nyc, I went once when I was 7 and my dad dislocated my shoulder pulling me out of the way of a truck that almost ran me over, I don’t really remember much else.

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Thank you so much for reading! Any comments or feedback are much appreciated!

It was a small life that Charlotte Tanner had built for herself, but she loved almost everything about it.

Especially complaining. 

Char loved being jostled on busy sidewalks and watching weird trash float down the gutters when it rained. She liked the frustrated looks strangers shared when the train was late, despite the fact that it was “In-Transit”. 

New York was a great place for blending in, and people in the city loved to complain just as much as she did. It had so many things that she adored: weird, smelly, kind of terrible and nonetheless lovely things.

There were buskers playing instruments that she’d never heard of, in keys she’d never heard before, and the sound that neon lights made, and how she was a regular in more than one place. People knew her. Maybe not her name, but they knew her face and because of that Charlotte belonged. 

“Commiserate” had been the word of the day a few months after she moved to New York, and she adored both the word and the action. It was like a big mental shrug. Was she suffering? Did things kind of suck sometimes? Sure, but she wasn’t alone.  Someone was going through it right beside her, and had felt how she felt.

Well, maybe not exactly how she felt, but as close as they could get.

Ten years had passed since she came to be known as Charlotte Tanner. Now she was a Real Person, free from the monsters of Before, and safe from having to hide. Well, mostly safe. Char had documents now, in a special folder, and a bank account for money that she could earn.

As long as she didn’t make waves or commit crimes, then she never had to go back to being Six again, that was the deal. That was how she went from being alive to having a life to live.

Char had a place in the world now.

In the frozen aisle, contemplating her options for ten minutes before getting the same flavor that she got every Sunday— she belonged there. In line at the coffee shop, nodding a little too eagerly at a gray-flecked person griping over the prices, Char belonged there too. Complaining about the weather, taxes, and Daylight Savings Time, all with a quirk to her lips that she couldn’t fight down.

It was so wonderful being able to complain, having things to whine over that meant nothing in the grand scheme of life.

Since she'd once known misery and been unable to even speak about it, there was nothing Char loved more than making her discomfort known. Even undercut as her swearing may have been with the smile twitching across her cheeks.

Whining was a privilege to her, it meant that there was a better before and after, a more comfortable baseline to return to. 

It sucked stepping in a puddle and having to walk around in wet shoes all day, and she loved to whine about it, because almost every other day her shoes were warm, comfy, dry. She luxuriated in being able to take things for granted, just like people that learned how to talk and read before they were fifteen, and weren’t extra-mutated lab experiments. 

Char liked to play-pretend that she was a Normal Person with a Regular childhood, and the easiest way to do that in NYC was by voicing your complaints.

Icy rain slipped down her back because of some jerk with an umbrella? She’d say something about it, doing what she could to tamp down the cheerful tone. Door slammed in her face? Someone would get an earful of “how fucking rude”, even while Char’s spirits lifted at the reminder that people usually held them for her.

Everyday brought more opportunities to practice being grouchy, and the performance was becoming steadily more convincing.

When the long day of working, taking a whine-walk, and being a functional human was done, she got to hole up inside of her own apartment.

Char had rented it with her own money, filled it with stuff that belonged to her— that she liked and got to keep. It was the one thing that she wouldn’t complain about, even though the first two floors were filled with scary and smelly people, the elevator had been “under repair” for all 5 years that she’d lived there, and the garbage chute might have a dead body inside if the odor was any indication. 

How could she voice any faults in that? The one thing she’d wanted since she got Out and began her own life was a place of her own.

Inside there was a very round cat named Garbanzo, a workshop that she'd had built herself, and her first creation on it, her home-care assistant, Igor.

Her companions would tangle up between her feet as she walked into the kitchen for a Cup of Joe, Garbie crying for food and Igor reciting the weather report. Char would play music and watch tv and look at her collection of free art that she took from walls and cork boards, sitting on her couch that was mostly being held together by decades of cigarette ash. 

In her apartment she could watch steam float from her coffee cup and dance in the sun, and after a day of working, Igor would ram into her ankles until she made a meal. If she managed to ignore him, then one of her neighbors would be by, offering a plate of what they’d made. When she invited them to come in and chat they would, plopping down in the extra chair, giving Garbie a scratch and Igor an awkward pat.

People would ask about her day and talk about their kids and their hometowns, and she was their neighbor just as much as they were hers.

Sra. Elena in the apartment below hers insisted that Char visit once a week. Such visits involved Elena sitting in a chair across from Char and painting colorful stories about her life while they ate pastries that she didn’t dare ask the names of. It was considered strange to ask about things that were Common Knowledge, and being strange meant people looked for other ways that you might be different. 

Charlie didn’t want to give anyone a reason to do that, especially not here, if they did she might have to leave her hard fought haven. With that fear dangling over her head, Char did the best she could to stay within the normal bounds of strangeness that everyone was allowed to have. 

Mrs. Hernandez down the hall had said there was nothing wrong with being “a little eccentric”. Charlie had responded with a nod and pleasant smile, and searched for the definition the second she got home. Eccentric was one of the rules that she lived by now: be a little eccentric, but never too weird.

Another one was to never take her home for granted. It was a common theme in the media she consumed that people lost the things that they took for granted, and Char couldn’t let that happen.

So complaining was reserved for out on the streets, and her apartment was for washing lasagna from the tupperware that belonged two doors down and waving as she passed people, chuckling about the mailman who was always mixing up the boxes.

This was home, and no matter if she was scared or sad or lonely, it greeted her every morning just the same. Char was grateful just to have this place and the future it represented.

Her apartment was for being herself, and in love with all of the new things that she experienced every day. Warmth, happiness, and security reverberated off of every surface, blanketing her on both good and bad days.

Not once had it occurred to her that anything might happen to it.

Of course she didn’t expect to live there for the rest of her life, but she was Charlotte now. As long as she kept off of specific radars, no one had a reason to come looking for Six anymore. Char had thought that she already knew the dark corners of the world, that her abilities would shed light into them and keep her safe. 

That morning, Igor had informed her of “Hubris”, the newest word of the day. It was a noun, with the meaning: overbearing pride or presumption; arrogance.

It was the fatal flaw of pride and arrogance against the gods that brought tragedy to the characters of Greek plays.

When afternoon had arrived with unwanted guests, and her handmade art gallery was smashed in. When Garbie hid deep in her closet and Igor backed into a corner, Char remembered the word of the day. It stuck in her mind as her home was trashed, when they threatened to destroy her research. “Hubris” bobbed through her head while she tried to shield her work, when the two men told her to get out of the way, and it came in the space between each flash of pain as she was made to move. 

The workmen were long gone by the time Char peeled herself off of the kitchen floor, the ice cream in her freezer had begun to melt, and she thought of a few ways to use hubris in a sentence.

#slim ficc #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #daredevil x y/n #daredevil x you #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock fanfic #doag #dreaming of a grave #enhanced!reader #matt murdock x enhanced!reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #daredevil x female reader #matt murdock fic

[drarrypotterrenaissance]

So, my goal this year was to post at least one fic a month. This is not an unreasonable goal, as I have dozens of finished or very-nearly-finished fics in my WIPs folder. However, writing fic and posting fic are two very different activities for me, and so I literally waited until 6 minutes before the end of February to post anything this month. I have written a bunch of fics for the amazing @hdcandyheartsfest, and I am going to make myself upload all of them, in chaptered installments, to this fic on ao3. (They can all be enjoyed on their own though!)

(If I don't update fast enough, please poke me! My irl bestie and my therapist are both so good about reminding me to share my work, but that doesn't mean I listen all the time 🙃 I'm hoping that maybe the 1,954th reminder might finally do it...)

Second Date

On their second date, Draco gives Harry a bottle of Felix Felicis, thrusting it across the table with far less ceremony or poise than Harry would have ever expected from a Malfoy, muttering something about it not being traditional to give gifts on a second date, but it was finished brewing, so…

"Draco! This is amazing! Did you brew it yourself?" Harry asks, clearly not put-off by this breach of second-date-protocol, if perhaps a little overwhelmed.

"Yes, well, you mentioned that you had used the bottle you won from Slughorn for doing Dumbledore's bidding and ensuring your friends weren't killed by my idiocy, so I thought that perhaps you should also have a bottle for your own enjoyment."

Draco's voice is far too prim, in the way it only gets when he's spectacularly nervous, and Harry's heart squeezes with something far too much like love for this early in the relationship.

"I mentioned that ages ago."

"Felix Felicis takes six months to brew, I couldn't have gotten it to you a moment sooner. Hence the poor timing, I suppose."

Harry can't believe how endeared he is to that snotty little sneer.

"I'm not the one who's stuck up on traditional courting etiquette, Malfoy. I don't care that you've brought me a gift on our second date, I just wish I could have gotten you something too."

Draco starts to brush that last comment off, but Harry interrupts him.

"Wait, this isn't some sort of apology, is it? We've already cleared the air and then some, and you know I wouldn't be here with you tonight if there was still anything from the past standing between us. You don't need to atone for anything with me."

Draco scowls.

"No, it's not an apology."

At Harry's suspicious frown, he presses on, "Alright, it may have been one in the beginning, when I first started brewing it. But I still couldn't believe we were friends then, that you could be so nice to me and forgive me - yes, Potter, I know I "put the work in" as you so often say, but even still - and I just felt so sad for who you were when you were sixteen. You had so few good things, and it seemed like all of them were taken from you, or twisted for the War, and I wanted to go back in time and fix that. But, of course, I couldn't, so, I made you Felix Felicis instead, to sort of replace what Dumbledore and I had both taken from you. I just,"

He looks up from his hands, where he has been fidgeting with the tablecloth the whole time he's been speaking, and Harry isn't sure he can hold any more love in his heart; this is it, his future is fixed on this man and he can't do anything about it, even if he wanted to, "I wanted you to have something nice. Something just for you."

Harry can't help it then. He leans over the table, takes Draco's face between his hands, and kisses him.

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[creativwit]

AO3 Masterlist

This is my AO3 masterlist! You can find my AO3 here under CreativWit! I currently have 71 works on there, so this post is going to be a loooong work in progress until I can get all of those put together. So consider this post as "Under Construction" for a while!

Spy x Family Works

Floodgates - (WIP)

Cowritten with @rachellysebrook / @rlbbackup Pairing(s): Loid Forger/Yor Forger, Franky Franklin/OC Rating: Mature Trigger Warnings: angst, temporary character death, self-harm, suicidal thoughts/actions, mental breakdowns, mental health issues (depression, anxiety, PTSD, paranoia), starvation, injury/injury recovery, jealousy, assassination/assassination attempts Summary:

Unlike most other jobs, Franky’s didn’t come with a contract when he first signed up. Then again, Franky’s job isn’t like other jobs. It didn’t come with a comprehensive list of responsibilities, health insurance, a set wage, or a boss to report to. At the end of the day, no matter how many people he keeps in contact with, Franky has to deal with his own issues on his lonesome.

Twilight more than proved that to him.

Hold Onto Me (I'm A Little Unsteady) - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Loid Forger/Franky Franklin, background Loid Forger/Franky Franklin/Yor Forger/Fiona Frost Rating: Teen Trigger Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced human experimentation, child experimentation Summary: (Part of the Spy x Family Rare Pair Server's Rare Pair Week Event!)

Franky rolls his neck, trying to relieve the tension building up from Loid’s insistence. Dropping his offered hand, Franky asks, “Why isn't going to bed without me an option?”

Loid frowns. He doesn’t respond right away, choosing to stand up. He sways with exhaustion, and Franky quickly sets his cup on the coffee table, prepared to steady Loid if he needs to. Loid pays him no mind, placing his hands over Franky’s tie and undoing the knot. Franky raises an eyebrow, but he lets Loid pull off the tie and push off Franky’s suspenders.

“If we’re gonna have a late night talk,” Loid mumbles, words nearly slurring, “then we’re gonna get comfortable.”

I Do It All For You - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Loid Forger/Fiona Frost/Yor Briar Forger/Franky Franklin Rating: Teen Trigger Warnings: canon-typical violence, mental health issues, references to depression, suicidal thoughts/actions, self-sacrificing actions, self-worth issues, gunshot wounds, near-death experiences Summary: (Part of the Spy x Family Rare Pair Server's Rare Pair Week Event!)

Franky huffs, shaking his head. “Conflict. So pointless.”

Nightfall looks at Franky with a blank expression, but she can’t help the curiosity. “I take it you’re not one for violence.”

“No,” Franky snorts. “I’ll leave that to you lunatics.” Then, Franky eyes the folders, frowning slightly. “Seriously, sweetheart…be careful. The people you’re dealing with are no joke. They’ve taken out WISE agents in the past.”

Nightfall’s attention snaps back to Franky, suddenly losing all humor. “How many?”

“Too many,” Franky responds, giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Please…don’t make it another.”

Symbol Of My Devotion - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Camilla/Dominic Rating: Teen Trigger Warnings: arguing, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced child neglect, implied/referenced self-hard, self-esteem issues/self-hatred, self-doubt, secondhand embarrassment, implied/referenced eating disorder Summary: (Part of the Spy x Family Rare Pair Server's Rare Pair Week Event!)

The past few months have been…difficult to say the least. More than once, she met with the office ladies at a bar, drinking herself stupid as she lamented her woes. She’s seen their looks: Sharon’s exasperation, Yor’s pity, and Millie’s annoyance. Camilla figures they’re getting tired of hearing the same spiel, but how can she help herself? After over a decade of dating Dominic, and over six years of living together, she figures they would have had their dream wedding already. Since she was only a teenager, young and kicking her feet in bed over her first date with Dominic, Camilla has planned every detail, from her perfect dress down to the grain of the venue’s wooden floorboards. Dominic, on the other hand…he hasn’t quite been as open about his preferences for their wedding or honeymoon since the very beginning.

Part of Camilla wonders if he wants to marry her at all.

To Wash Away My Pain - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Loid Forger/Yor Briar Forger/Franky Franklin Rating: Explicit (sexual content) Trigger Warnings: self-esteem issues, self-doubt, chronic pain Summary: (Part of the Spy x Family Rare Pair Server's Rare Pair Week Event!)

“You know, love…orgasms are known to help women with menstrual pain.”

Loid opens his eyes to stare at her. “Are you…asking for sex because you’re on your cycle?”

Yor laughs, her eyes crinkling in delight, and the sight makes Loid’s stomach flip. “No. I’m talking about you.”

“He doesn’t get periods, Yor.” Leave it to Franky to state the obvious.

Shaking her head, Yor finally explains herself, “What I’m trying to say is that if orgasms can help menstrual pain…” Yor’s eyes suddenly flicker with excitement. “Isn’t it worth seeing if it can help with chronic pain as well?”

Push My Luck - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Yuri Briar/State Security Service First Lieutenant Rating: Mature (implied sexual content) Trigger Warnings: chronic pain Summary: (Part of the Spy x Family Rare Pair Server's Rare Pair Week Event!)

“Oh, is that the only thing that’s stopping you?” Yuri presses, his tone suddenly switching from his innocent facade to something low-tinged and dangerous. “Meaning that if we could, that if we could get away with it, you’d do it?”

“Yuri-”

“Because let’s get one thing straight, Lieutenant,” Yuri continues, tongue darting out to lick his lips, “I’d do it in a heartbeat, whether we could or couldn’t.”

My Advice? Just Shut Up and Kiss Me - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Loid Forger/Franky Franklin, background Loid Forger/Franky Franklin/Yor Briar Forger Rating: Teen Trigger Warnings: self-esteem issues, self-doubt, voyeurism Summary: (Part of the Spy x Family Rare Pair Server's Rare Pair Week Event!)

He can practically hear Franky rolling his eyes. “I’m pretty sure this is a trial-and-error type of deal.” Franky snaps his fingers. “Trial by fire, that’s the term.”

“Less fires, the better.”

“Well, yeah,” Franky snorts, and Loid can hear him balancing precariously on two legs of his chair. The urge to push him over and teach him a lesson is almost too strong to ignore. “Think about it, though. How many people actually read up on relationship advice these days?”

“How would I know?” Loid sighs heavily, closing his eyes as he gathers the remaining dregs of his quickly fading patience. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Well, I have-”

“And how did that work out for you?”

“Terribly, actually. Thanks for asking."

And The Memories Bring Back You - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Loid Forger/Franky Franklin/Yor Briar Forger, Franky Franklin & Anya Forger Rating: Teen Trigger Warnings: PTSD, grief/mourning, implied/referenced minor character death, past character death, repressed memories, past trauma, self-esteem issues Summary:

“Papa Scruffy,” she starts, her tone lilting up as she prepares to ask him a question. Franky gives her his attention, but his fingers continue to play the lullaby. “Can you teach Anya to play?”

At that, Franky’s heart swells, and a bright smile crosses his face. “Of course.”

~~~~~~~

Franky teaches Anya how to play guitar, and maybe he remembers some important memories along the way.

I'll Give You Shelter - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Loid Forger/Yor Briar Forger Rating: Teen Trigger Warnings: self-esteem issues, injury/injury recovery, implied/referenced PTSD, canon-typical violence, stabbing, near-death experiences, blood and injury Summary:

“Stay…away…from my…husband,” she snarls.

Against his training, Loid’s instincts overwhelm him. He recoils away from Yor. No…that’s not Yor. The low-pitched voice, the all-too-familiar promise of death lacing her words. She speaks in a tone heard from very few people, all of whom Loid steadfastly avoids. Loid doesn’t know who the woman in front of him is, but she is not his wife.

The S-Classes That I Raised Works

These Lines Pain a Picture (A Picture of my Pain) - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Han Yoohyun & Han Yoojin, Han Yoojin & Bak Yerim Rating: Teen Trigger Warnings: implied/referenced self-harm, scars, suicidal thoughts, depression, recovery, implied/referenced suicidal actions Summary:

Regressing five years instead of the entire eight years leaves behind its scars and not just the mental ones. At night, he dreams of his brother’s corpse in his arms, tossing and turning in bed as though his physical efforts could ever prevent the pain that haunts his every waking step. He hopes daylight will bring new solace, praying that the sun will burn away the lingering shadows at the edges of his vision. But then the light catches on the silvery parts of his wrists, and he falls into the depths once again.

Batman Works

If You're Going To Break My Heart, Lie Instead - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Tim Drake/OC, Past Tim Drake/OC, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Rating: Teen Trigger Warnings: cheating, failed relationships, abandonment issues, references to depression, drinking to cope, self-esteem issues, self-confidence issues, coping Summary:

Throughout the whole performance - if Tim could even call it that, considering how often Henry blatantly missed notes – Claire never took her eyes off the damn guitarist.

And Tim was starting to wonder if he was losing a competition he hadn’t known he was competing in."

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Or, alternatively, Tim is in a happy relationship with a girl he loves, until he finds out that maybe this relationship isn't as two-sided as it may seem.

Porcelain Tomb - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Rating: Teen Trigger Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced child neglect, generational trauma, childhood trauma, mirroring Summary:

Bruce visibly chewed the inside of his cheek, mulling over his words. When he spoke, he did so slowly, as if being cautious with his words. “You were starting to worry me.”

The sudden incredulity makes Tim scoff lightly. “I- how?”

“You reminded me too much of Janet Drake.”

In the Name of Love - (Completed)

Pairing(s): Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Rating: General Trigger Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced child neglect, generational trauma, childhood trauma, past minor character death, implied/referenced murder Summary:

“Mom and dad never loved me, did they?”

The question comes so out of the blue that Dick feels justified in his reaction of choking on the steaming tea Alfred had delivered to him only moments ago. His eyes swivel to meet Tim’s, but his little brother isn’t looking at him. The far-off look in Tim’s eyes tugs at that old ache in Dick’s chest.

It’s going to be one of those nights, isn’t it?

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Only You/ 5

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

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1 month later

J POV

I can't stop thinking of Yoongi

He's on my mind all the time and it's driving me crazy

I keep thinking of the sex we had and how much I want him again

Not just the rough crazy sex

But the slow sex too

I've never had sex like that before where I could feel his every move, his every touch, his every kiss

I miss his kisses

It felt like making love but it couldn't have been

I look at the pictures of him all the time

And yeah while I look at his naked body, I mostly focus on his gorgeous face

I've watched the video I took of him eating me out too but it's mostly the pictures

Before he left, he showed me how to hide the pictures in a hidden folder so no one could see them if I lose my phone or someone takes it

But I think about more than the sex too

I daydream about him too

About sitting in his studio with him while he works on music

About walking next to him and holding his hand or him putting his arm around me

Of me kissing him every time I see him

Of us doing anything together- watching TV or a movie, going out to eat, napping together, just being together

And I realized I have feelings for Yoongi

I don't think it's love, not yet but I'm one hundred percent sure it could be

I want him

I want to be with him

I want to call him stupid couple names, see him smile at me, make him laugh, be in his arms all the time

Make him happy

But he shows zero interest in me like that

He acts like that night didn't happen and just went right back to being my best friend

He hasn't been calling me or texting me much in the last month

He keeps saying he's really busy because of the new album

I mean I get it but he's been busy before for albums and he's still made time for me

The only time I see him is when I'm doing his make up and we can't talk about anything then

But the way he's been acting, I can't say anything to him anyway

I can't handle the rejection again

It's just too much especially after Hobi

And I'm terrified of ruining our friendship

He's the only one who helped me get past the break up with Hobi

He's been there for me my whole life

I literally can't live without him

I know I said that about Hobi too but with Yoongi it's true

It's been us two since we were little

He's the only person who's been there for me for everything

I won't risk our friendship

So I just push my feelings away and act as normal as possible, even if it kills me

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"Done Kookie", I say when I finish his makeup, "Aww you look so pretty!"

He rolls his eyes, but smiles, "Yeah Jo, thanks"

"You're welcome", I smile back

He just laughs and gets up

Jungkook was my last member for today

I just have to hang around to touch the members makeup I did while they do the photo shoot

I grab the makeup belt and the small box kit I have, filling them with Jungkook, Namjoon and Jimin's makeup and brushes

"Uh Joanne?", I hear behind me

I turn around to see Hobi behind me

What does he want?

He's ignored me over the past six months, so why is he talking to me now?

"What?"

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

I sigh

I don't want to

I should tell him to fuck off

But I can't

He's my Hobi

My love

So I give in

"What do you want?"

"I want you back", he says softly

I blink

What?

He what?

Is he kidding?

Did I hear him right?

"Uh what?", I ask

He looks down, "Joanne I love you. I've missed you this entire time we've been apart. I want you back Jo. Please take me back"

I don't know what to feel

I know I'm angry though

After him doing who knows what all these months, now he wants me back?

"What happened? Your hair stylist didn't want you? You're done fucking around with other girls and now you want me back? It doesn't work that way Hoseok"

"I know Jo but I haven't been with anyone else. I was angry when you broke up with me and I held on to that for a long time. But I still couldn't bring myself to be with anyone else"

He was angry at me?

Is he for real?

"I broke up with you because you were blatantly flirting with other girls. In front of me!", I snap, "You told me to my face that you wished I wasn't your girlfriend. That you wished I was your hair stylist"

"I know-", he starts

"No you don't fucking know! You don't know how it feels to hear the person that you love more than anything in the world tell you they hate the way you are. That you wish I was someone else. That you have fun flirting with other girls, unlike me. Remember you said that?"

He nods, "I'm sorry Jo. I was angry and an idiot and I just said those things but I didn't mean them"

He didn't mean them?

He fucking crushed me with everything he said and he didn't mean them?

Is he fucking kidding me?

"You fucking killed me Hoseok. You ripped my heart out and you didn't even care. Why the fuck should I take you back? Give me a good reason why I should"

"I...I love you Jo. I do. And I'm so sorry. I promise I'll make everything up to you. I swear I won't flirt with anyone again. I won't even look at another girl. I swear. You're the only one I want. I'm sorry it took so long for me to come talk to you. I was angry at you and when I realized I was an idiot for feeling like that, I was too ashamed to talk to you. But I can't take not being with you anymore. Please aegi, give me another chance"

I don't know what to do

Everything just got so confusing

I have feelings for Yoongi

But this is Hobi

The love of my life

The one I still love

Right?

The one who hurt me the most

But Yoongi doesn't want me like that, he shows no interest

I can't just wait for him, hoping that one day he'll see me as more than his best friend

That may never happen

And Hobi is here asking me to take him back, telling me he loves me

I'm just confused but I need to answer Hobi

I think for a minute and decide to try again with him

"Fine Hobi. But this is your only chance. If you fuck up that's it. I'm never going to be with you again", I warn

He nods, "Ok"

"Ok", I agree

He comes to me, his lips on mine in a kiss

I kiss him back

But

The only thing in my head is how different it feels from Yoongi's kiss

And that Yoongi's is better

'Stop!', I scream at myself, pushing the thoughts of Yoongi out of my head

And when I do, I melt into Hobi

When he pulls away, he looks at me, smiling, "I love you"

"I love you too", I answer

He smiles and kisses me again

I have my Hobi back

So why do I still feel so confused?

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Yoongi POV

'Just ask her', I tell myself

I'm trying to psyche myself up to ask Joanne to be mine

I can't stop thinking about her

I mean it was always like that but now it's worse

She's on my mind every second

I hate that I had to be away from her for this whole month

Namjoon dropped that we need to start putting the songs together for the new album and he wanted to have at least everything in the first draft by the end of this month

I was so fucking annoyed because that meant that I had to stay at my studio working

I did the intro for this album

I had to compose the music then write lyrics for that and other songs, then put everything together

And I love doing it but it meant I had to be away from her just when things were starting to look hopeful for us

It also means more photo shoots, music videos and performances starting from today

I'm not going to have any time to see her unless she's doing my makeup

It sucked being away from her and anytime we were together it was with the guys and I had to act normal like nothing happened between us

I was always needed for something that took me away from her

She knows how busy I was and she supported me as always but I don't know if she was expecting anything after that night

I hope she was and I was going to ask her out but everything got so busy

But I can't wait anymore

Today is the first day I've seen her in a week and when she walked in I knew I couldn't wait anymore

Jungkook just came in so she should be coming soon

He was the last one she had to do makeup for

I glance up when Hobi comes in

And my heart drops to my feet

He's holding her hand

Why?

I watch in horror as he kisses her cheek

No no no

Why?

"I love you", he says to her

NO!

Oh my god are they back together?

Did I lose her to him?

Again?

No this isn't happening

She smiles weakly at him, "I uh love you too"

I can't do this

I can't

She should be with me

I can make her so happy

Why did I wait so long?

Did she want me but I took too long?

Does she think I don't want her so she went back with Hobi?

Or does she not feel anything like that for me at all?

I'm such an idiot

I should of said something the next day but I had to be a fucking chicken

I feel my heart breaking and it hurts so much

Hobi kisses her lips and she kisses him back

I can't watch this

I can't

I'm going to scream, I'm going to lose it

He smiles at her, then comes toward us

"Are you two back together?", Jungkook asks surprised

"Yeah"

"But you said-", Jungkook starts

I forgot that Jungkook was there when I was yelling at Hobi for hurting her

"I know what I said and I was an asshole. I didn't mean any of it. I was angry and hurt she left me and I said stupid things. She's giving me another chance and I'm not going to fuck up this time", he answers

I can't fucking believe this

This is bullshit

And the worst part is that it's my fault for not saying anything sooner

It's my fault

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During the break we get, I walk straight to her

I need to talk to her

I don't know what I'm going to say

But I need to know why she took him back

Why she doesn't want me

"Hey Jo", I say, forcing my voice to stay steady

"Oh hi Yoongi"

I go straight to the point

"You're with Hobi again?"

"Oh uh yeah"

"Why?"

She blinks, "What?"

"Why did you go back to him? You said he hurt you a lot and you were miserable for awhile.", I press

I need to know

Why can't she love me?

What's wrong with me?

Why doesn't she want me?

"I....I know", she answers, "He uh apologized and promised he'd never flirt with anyone again. He asked for another chance. And I didn't have a reason to not give him one"

What does that mean?

That doesn't sound like someone who wants to be with the other person

"Do you still love him?"

"I uh yea", she answers

That doesn't sound convincing

"I just want to give him another chance. Maybe it can be the way it used to be with him"

Is that what she wants?

This is killing me

But it's worse than before because we were together

And not just sex

She kissed me, she held me, she wanted me to stay with her

She called me baby, naekkeo and her Yoongi and let me call her jagi

Was I an idiot in thinking that meant anything?

But I felt it all night and day

It felt like she had the same feelings for me that I have for her

I felt it in the way she touched my face, the way she looked at me, the way she ran her fingers in my hair, the way she snuggled close to me, the way she held my hand

The way she kissed my arms, held my hand against her, the whole way she was with me the last time we were together

When we went slow

We fell asleep after that and I slept the whole night in her arms

She held on tightly to me all night

And she didn't want me to leave the next morning but I had to work on the songs

Was I imagining things?

No I wasn't

But does it really matter now?

She's with Hobi now so nothing I felt, nothing she felt matters anymore

And I can't tell her how I feel now

I'm not an asshole

I would never break anyone up

And like I always said, her happiness means so much more than my feelings

If she wants Hobi, I'm not going to stand in the way

I just wish it didn't hurt as much as it does right now

Like my heart is being ripped from my chest

"Well, I'm just making sure that's what you want. You're my best friend and I want you to be happy"

It's killing me to call her my best friend

I love her so much it hurts

But she doesn't love me

"Uh yeah Yoongi. It's what I want"

I nod

"I uh, I gotta go. Bathroom", I say and walk away from her

Once I get to the bathroom, I lock the door and I just break down

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J POV

I watch Yoongi walk away and I have the overwhelming urge to run to him

To hug him and kiss him and tell him I want him

But even now he acted like he didn't care

He called me his best friend and it hurt so much more than I thought it would

I know I didn't sound sure when I answered his questions about wanting to be with Hobi

Because Yoongi makes me question my decision

If he said anything right now, I know I'd break up with Hobi and be with him

My feelings are stronger than I thought

And why am I questioning my feelings for Hobi?

I love him

I know the difference between love and the feelings I have for Yoongi

I know I don't love Yoongi....right?

No, I don't

It hasn't moved to that yet

But he doesn't want me

He didn't say anything during this month

He could of texted me, said anything anyway he wanted to

But he didn't

He just wanted sex, I guess

It's just the way he was with me, the things he said

The way he kissed me, touched me, held me tightly to him, during sex and all during the night

I've never slept so well as I did in his arms

I always toss and turn all night, waking up dozens of time

But with him, I slept through the whole night in his arms

I've never felt so safe as I did with him

I never felt so.....wanted....

And I thought he felt the same way I did

I guess not

I have to get over this

Yoongi doesn't see me like that but Hobi does

And Hobi's been my everything for so long

I told him I'd give him another chance and I need to focus on that

I can't be thinking about Yoongi anymore

I have to push it away if it's going to work with Hobi

Even though I'm not sure if I want it to work with Hobi

I just don't know

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After the photo shoot, Hobi comes over to me, pulling me to him in a hug

I hug him but for some reason I feel uncomfortable

Especially with Yoongi watching

Hobi kisses my forehead, then asks, "Do you wanna do something aegi?"

When he calls me aegi, I just think of Yoongi calling me jagi

And I fucking want it so much

'Stop it'

"Yeah ok. You can come over", I tell him

There's no way I'm going to the dorm

I can't be around both of them

"Yeah baby. I'm gonna change and we can go ok?"

I just nod

He walks away from the set to change

I feel eyes on me and when I look I find Yoongi, staring at me

He averts his eyes when I look at him

He looks sad and upset

I'm just about to go over to him to ask what's wrong when he turns from me and walks away

It hurts but there's nothing I can do about it

"Ready aegi?", Hobi asks coming back to me

I nod

I guess

He takes my hand and leads me out of the building to my car

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I hate how uncomfortable I am

Hobi and I are watching tv in my apartment

We got food and ate then decided to watch something

But I can't get comfortable

His arm is around me and I'm leaning against him but my body won't relax

I'm just tense

It feels like when we first got together and we didn't know how to act around each other

Except this time it's only me

He's comfortable

To him we're back together, picking up where we left off

But not me

I don't know if I should tell him about Yoongi

I mean it shouldn't matter, we weren't together and it's not his business

And he'd probably get angry

No I'm not going to tell him about Yoongi

"You ok aegi?", Hobi asks

Shit, did he notice something

"Yeah. I'm just really tired. I didn't sleep much last night", I lie

Well it isn't so much of a lie

I spent last night the same way I spent every night the last month

Wanting Yoongi

Debating whether I should tell him my feelings for him

Deciding not to do that

Then question that decision and it starts all over again

It drove me crazy

But I guess I won't have those thoughts anymore?

I don't know

"You wanna go lay down?"

I don't know if that's a good idea

But it's not weird for him to ask that

We used to lay down all the time

'Stop. Be normal', I yell at myself

"Yeah ok"

He shuts the TV off, "Come on baby"

He takes my hand and we go to my room

I change into my PJs and he asks if I still have his clothes here

Which I do

I never threw them out or moved them

"Yeah Hobi. They're where they always are"

He nods, gets a shirt and pants, changing

We get into bed and he pulls me to him, holding me in his arms

And it just reminds me of when Yoongi was here, holding me all night

And how different it is to be in Hobi's arms from Yoongi's

And it's horrible, but I want Yoongi

I want him here, holding me against him, giving me soft kisses, playing with my hair

I need to stop

Yoongi doesn't want me like that

Hobi starts playing with my hair and I just focus on that and close my eyes, hoping I fall asleep quickly

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Yoongi POV

I'm fucking dying

Every fucking day

When I see her, my heart breaks

When I see her and him, I die a little more inside and I get extremely jealous

When he's not at the dorm, I know he's with her and I'm angry and unbelievably sad

When I'm alone, all I think about is her

All I want is to be in her arms, feeling her against me, feeling her soft touches, the way she ran her hands up and down my back

The way all she wanted was for me to kiss her

I don't look at the naked pictures or the video anymore

I look at the other pictures I have of her, the normal ones where she's making faces at me or smiling or a selfie of us

The ones we took through our years as best friends

And I fucking miss her

Those pictures make me miss her so much

Not just because I love her but because she's my best friend

I haven't texted her as much since she got back with Hobi weeks ago

And she hasn't texted me

I miss talking to her, joking around with her, making her laugh

She still does my makeup but it's like we're strangers trying to find something to talk about

So instead I just look at her beautiful face, imagining kissing her again

We have practice and Hobi said she's coming

That means another day where I have to watch them together

I'm already ready for this day to be over

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"Come on aegi", I hear Hobi call her

They haven't even gotten in the room yet and I'm already pissed off

They weren't here when we got here

They're late

And all I remember is when I was late to practice and the reason why

To just think that it's the same reason why they're late now...I can't

I have to stop thinking about it

Hobi comes in first with her following, his hand gripping hers

My eyes land on her like they always do and like always she takes my breath away

I know she likes wearing eye makeup and she's beautiful when she does wear it, but naturally she's fucking gorgeous too

And now she looks tired, she's yawning, her hair is in a messy bun thing, no make up and she has on sweatpants, a t-shirt and her favorite nikes and she's never looked more stunning

This is her, the real her, the way she always is when she's relaxed and comfortable

She's drop dead gorgeous and she has no fucking idea

"You're late", Namjoon says flatly

"Yeah, someone didn't want to wake up", Hobi answers

She sticks her tongue out at him

"C'mon Jo, you didn't. It took me an hour to get you up and another half hour to get you to change"

"I'm tired. And cranky"

"Yeah aegi, I know", he says, pulling her to him and kissing the top of her head

I avert my eyes

But I do wonder, if she was that tired then why didn't he just let her sleep?

She could of came to another practice

He didn't need to drag her here

"We need to start", Jimin reminds him

"Yeah ok"

He leads her to the chairs and she plops down

God she's fucking adorable

He kisses her cheek and she whines

"C'mon sleepy baby. It's ok"

She pouts and he laughs while I can't get over how cute she is

"So cranky", he smiles

She gives him a tired smile, then he comes back to us

"Are you ready?", Tae asks pointedly

"Yes", he snaps

I get into my place for "On"

The music starts and I start the choreography

I'm so not into it, but I force myself to dance

We have to do the dance video within a month and this is only the second time we're practicing after we learned the choreography

My eyes keep going to her

And every time, I'm surprised to see her watching me, biting her lip

God I love that habit

I miss seeing it

But whenever our eyes meet, she averts her, looking right at Hobi

And it hurts a lot more than I thought it would

Practice goes on and I try my hardest not to look at her

I don't want to be hurt every time she looks away

After awhile I can't help it and glance at her

She's falling asleep, her eyes fluttering as she sways

I'm afraid she's going to fall off the chair

She really shouldn't be here

She should be asleep in her bed

He should of left her alone

But seeing her fall asleep reminds me of when I was late to practice

What happened before that

When she asked me to stay

"Can you stay until you have to go? I want you to stay with me"

That was the best thing I ever heard since the night before when she asked me to stay the night

She kissed me then cuddled right into me, falling asleep

I remember being so fucking happy before I fell asleep

And now I'm not

I'm miserable without her

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I walk over to her when we get a break

Hobi went to get food for her

"Hey Jo", I say, sitting next to her

She looks at me and smiles tiredly, my breath catching in my throat

"Hi Yoongi"

"You're really tired huh?"

She nods, "I uh couldn't sleep last night. Tossing and turning. Probably because I took a five hour nap in the middle of the day"

I chuckle, "Yeah that'll do it"

"Yeah"

I can't help but wonder if it was me next to her, my arms around her, would she still be tossing and turning even with a five hour nap?

Or would she be fine, fast asleep?

It hurts to think about so I push it out of my head

Silence falls between us and I hate it

I hate how we've become

"So uh how's things with Hobi?"

I don't want to know, but I think it's something I would of asked before we were together

"Oh uh it's ok. I'm still getting used to it. To him being back"

"Oh?"

She hasn't gotten used to him again?

Why not?

It's been a few weeks

"Yeah uh, I got used to being alone, doing what I wanted without having to talk to someone else. And honestly I don't completely trust him yet"

Oh

Well I'm glad she doesn't trust him

Well blindly trust him

And I'm not just saying that because I love her

Her hurt her a lot, he needs to make it up to her and work for her trust

And I can't help but think that she trusts me

She would never have a reason to not trust me

I would never give her a reason not to

Because I wouldn't be that stupid

"Well I guess it'll take time"

"Yea", she agrees

She's silent for a second

Then she says, "I miss you Yoongi"

My head snaps to her

I hope she's being serious

"I miss you too Jo"

"I....I don't like how it is between us. Like we don't know each other. I miss my best friend"

My heart deflates a little but I understand

I miss my best friend too

"I know. I miss hanging out with you, talking to you"

"Is...is it because of Hobi? That it's like this?"

Yes

One hundred percent

But I can't say that

"I don't know. Maybe. I know he hurt you and it bothers me that he did"

"Thanks Yoongi, but I can handle it. I just want you back"

"I never left you Jo. I'm still here. Whenever you need me, I'll always be here for you"

I love her so much, I'll always stay by her side no matter what

"I hope you know I'll always be here for you Yoongi"

I nod

I know

She's proved that a hundred times over

Since we were kids

I don't know where I'd be without her

And I never want to find out

"Aegi!", Hobi calls, coming into the room, to us, "I got food"

My body stiffens hearing him call her

"Ok Hobi. Thanks"

He sits in the chair next to her and hands her a container

This is my cue to leave

I don't want to see him all over her

"I'm gonna go get something to eat. I'll see you later", I wave and walk away

"Bye Yoongi", I hear her say quietly

Hearing her makes me want to turn around and run to her, tell her I love her, get her back

Instead I deal with the pangs in my chest and force myself to leave the room

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☁ Hi Everyone! ☁ 

I'm Bee (they/them), I'm 19, and I've been playing the Sims for about 9 years. I've been lurking on Simblr for a while now, but I finally decided to start posting because I want to be an actual part of the community and share my stuff, I just never quite worked up the courage to do it. Anyway, it'll probably be mostly gameplay-related posts mixed in with some aesthetic screenshots and possibly a lookbook here and there when I have the time. I've been taking screenshots and editing them for months now, and it would be nice to create a sort of digital archive for all of that so it's not just sitting in my folder. The picture above is actually part of a photo set I made earlier tonight that I'll probably finish editing and post in the next few days. It's honestly one of my favorite photo collections right now and I love how they all turned out, so I'm excited to put them up. I'm mostly maxis match with a little bit of mix, and I am wcif-friendly, I just might not always know exactly what cc I used because my mods folder is a disaster, but I'll do my best.

When I'm not playing the Sims, I'm usually studying or writing. I'm in college for Psychology (I won't psychoanalyze you, I promise), so classes take up a lot of my time and energy during the semester. I really like writing stories and poetry, but I'm also a big music lover, there are certain songs and artists that have kind of consumed my life. I also have ADHD, so to all my fellow besties who will get into the game and sit in the same slightly uncomfortable hunched-over position for like six hours trying to get the perfect pose setup, angle, and shader settings to come out of it with like ten screenshots that you find acceptable, me too.

Okay, I've been talking for too long at this point and I should probably wrap up, so I'd very much appreciate it if people interacted with this post and I'm so excited to make some new friends on here. If you want to be mutuals, you can follow me and my dms are open if you want to send me a message! ♡

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