#lucky you 914

[haikyu-mp4]

My friend, the smiley

word count; 914 – gn!reader, @makkir0ll had this idea for a manager!reader n it was too good

“That’s great, Kageyama!” the photographer yelled out, and you clutched your clipboard to your chest with a proud smile. Kageyama had been hired for a skincare commercial, and you were the lucky manager tasked with joining him to make sure everything ran smoothly.

They had him wearing a pastel-coloured cotton shirt, which brightened his complexion considerably as he stared casually at the camera or wherever he was instructed to look. The photographer eventually put the camera down to look over this batch of photos, and a stylist waved Kageyama over for an outfit change. This time it was a white t-shirt that stopped at a very flattering point for his bicep. You tried not to eye him too much as he just changed tops right there in the middle of the room, so used to changing volleyball uniform in front of whoever stood close by anyway.

Then he walked up to you, and you quickly smoothed out any wrinkles until you realised you were also stroking a bit too obviously over his muscles, so you quickly pulled your hand back. “Sounds like you’re doing great,” you encouraged him, holding up his water bottle.

He thanked you and took a sip before answering. “I guess I’m great at looking places,” he said, and despite the lack of hint in his voice, you knew him well enough to understand that it was a joke and chuckled under your breath in response.

“I suppose being ranked one of the most handsome volleyball players from Japan means something,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows, which made him blush slightly and look away from you.

“Let’s get a round of smiling photos!” the director announced, and Kageyama’s gaze snapped back to you, both of you staring at the other with wide eyes.

“I’m not great at that!” he whisper-yelled just as the stylist came over to pull him back to the shoot and fix his hair. Kageyama glanced at you nervously over his shoulder before eventually settling on the little wooden chair in front of the pastel pink sheet.

“You can do this,” you mouthed and signed with two thumbs up. He seemed to gulp before looking at the camera, and a certain wave of dread fell over you at the smile he came up with. Not great.

The director made a weird sound, obviously hesitant and trying to be polite. “Maybe a… more relaxed… smile?” she suggested.

Kageyama nodded sharply and sighed, before going right back to that same smile, except it was a bit more crooked as he tried to relax at the same time. You put a hand to your forehead, shaking your head for a moment before walking up behind the photographer. The director didn’t seem pleased to have you there, so you bowed politely and cleared your throat.

“May I talk to him for a second?” you asked. When she nodded you spared no time in walking over to your player, standing close enough that the others in the room might not hear.

“Is it that bad?” he asked, and you almost melted from those blue eyes. He looked so innocent sometimes.

“No! Just… you know how it was with the Olympic posters,” you said first, waiting for him to hum in confirmation. “Why don’t you think of something that usually makes you smile? Like playing with Hinata?” you suggested, and he so desperately wanted to give you good results that he just agreed to that right away.

“I can try that,” he told you. You walked back to your place and watched with hopeful eyes as Kageyama seemed to be thinking of something. Then a small smile fell on his lips that slowly grew wider, and suddenly he was looking at the camera with sharp eyes and a devilish grin. You pursed your lips, thinking not quite like that, Tobio.

Before you got to say anything, the photographer made a comment of “no teeth,” so Kageyama listened and only closed his lips without adjusting anything else. That made his cheeks look laughably strained.

Even though the non-smiling pictures came out great and not being able to smile like they wanted was in no way breaking the contract, you wanted him to build a good reputation for commercials.

If only you could think of a good way to make him smile normally. You’d seen it before, the way he smiled when Ushijima really slammed the ball and thanked him for a perfect set, or the way he smiled when you two had time to talk about your lives outside of work.

You hurriedly whispered his name, making some stylists who stood around chuckle at you, but when you finally caught his eye, you could see his shoulders visibly relax. With an uncertain smile, you started doing the little dance you had told him you learned in an amateur class last week. He had asked you to show him some time, to which you had run away with flushed cheeks and a poor excuse of going back to work.

He had no clue what you were doing, but looking at you make such a fool of yourself for him while he clearly heard someone laugh at you, made him smile so genuinely, and the camera was suddenly clicking consecutively. The director closed her eyes for a moment, praying some of the pictures came out good and telling Kageyama to at least remember to hold up the product.

A lovesick puppy smile also sells products, I suppose.

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#haikyu x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq #fanfiction #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyu fluff #kageyama x you #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama #haikyuu kageyama #tobio kageyama

[brighttears]

Bask

Joel xreader

No physical description, gender natural, no use of y/n

Summary: You teach Joel how to enjoy the rain. When Ellie joins you, it’s picture perfect.

Word count: 914

Warnings: non just sickeningly wholesome

A/n: keeping my streak of posting every day because i am insane

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It hadn’t rained in a while. To Joel, the rain was an annoyance, a pain in the ass, and Ellie hated it, dripping from the ceiling seemingly wherever she happened to be. You, on the other hand, were thrilled. It was dusk when the rains started dropping and it took awhile to figure out what you could do to keep warm, dry, and safe in the decaying house you had decided to spend the night in. And while yes, it was decaying, you’re lucky you had decided to walk the couple extra miles instead of staying outside that night. You rushed through helping Ellie and Joel secure the house from the storm, the minute you were all satisfied, walking straight through the living room—where your sleeping bags were set out, Ellie laying on her back reading her book of puns, and Joel cleaning his rifle—into the kitchen to the back door.

Joel caught you. “Where're you goin’?”

“Outside.”

“Outside, why?”

“To run around in the rain.”

“To run around in the rain?”

“Yes, to run around in the rain. Wanna join me?”

Joel’s face was twisted in utter bewilderment. “No.”

“Okay.” you shrug, smiling, and turn back to head outside.

“You shouldn’t go out there.” Joel cautioned.

“Why not?”

“You’ll catch a cold.”

“Well if I do, I won’t complain about it and I’ll let you say ‘I told ya so.’ Also, it’s the middle of summer, Joel.”

“Well, still, it’s gett’n dark out.”

“I won’t be out for long, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Well I’m gonna fuckin’ worry. You shouldn’t be there alone, in the dark, in pourin’ fuckin’ rain."

“Then come with me.”

“No, I—“

“Fuck, Joel, I haven’t been able to do this in so long. I’ll be out there for ten minutes. I will be fine.” Before Joel can say another word you’re out into the backyard, the screened backdoor banging twice behind you.

This is summer rain, warm with thick air. You breathe it in as soon as it hits your lungs and a smile runs out of you. You have to stop yourself from squealing in delight as you begin to bounce and dance through the tall, weedy backyard grass being showered in rain.

It’s wildly rejuvenating. You appreciate every second, taking in every drop on your skin, the feeling of mud and drowning grass in between your toes, the sound of raindrops on the leaves of the trees above you.

After a while you hear the backdoor slam twice. You figured it must be Ellie, but it’s Joel who’s standing awkwardly just outside the door. The idea of sharing this with Joel makes you almost giddy. You bound over and reach your hands out for his, he lifts them up with little enthusiasm but follows you as you pull him out. He can’t help a smile when he sees you beaming.

In the music of the rainstorm you guide Joel along to dance and jump with you. He’s acting like you pulled him out there, pride ruining his own fun, but if you keep it up for long enough, he’ll break. It doesn't take him that long to give in and start moving to your tempo. As you go, Joel pulls out some real dance moves, pushing and pulling you to his left and right, raising his hand up to twirl you. You’re giggling and he’s smiling wider than you’ve ever seen.

The sun has set but there's still enough light out to be able to see, everything shaded gray and blue.

The only sound from you both is laughing, but he catches the ‘told you so’ in your eyes.

You spin and spin in each other’s arms.

Joel feels the rain melting away the dirt and grime and blood that covers him, washing away his coarseness, smoothing his skin, the slick rain on your hands polish each other’s. He’s barely aware of where he is, relying on your direction, so all he has to focus on is you, how he can feel your laugh when he bumps you into him, how the water spins off your hair as you do.

These moments in the dusk, washed clean and pure, never letting go of you, it overwhelms him. As the heavens part, you’re in front of him, and you’ve never been more beautiful than you are now, soaking wet, smiling like it's 2003, your hands never leaving his. And so it overtakes him, and he slips an arm around your waist to pull you in and kiss you. It’s wet and warm and pure.

You’ve slowed to stillness and brought your hands up to his neck and face to steady yourself and kiss him deeper. With your eyes closed, all there is the rush of the rain in your ears, his lips, and your bodies, summer warm, pressed against each other. You don’t know how long you stay like this, but eventually, he pulls away, hands holding your face, and you open your eyes to each other.

The backdoor bangs twice and here comes Ellie, beaming like she does as she bounds over. You throw your hands up in excitement and take her hand in yours and the other in Joels and you three spin together in the drowning grass, heavy rain and thick air.

And you’re getting away with it, the blind joy, with having fun, being alive, living, being a family, dancing in your backyard in a warm summer rainstorm.

#the last of us #joel miller #tlou #joel miller fan fiction #joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller tlou #tlou fic #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #joel miller fluff

[chrisevansonly]

Ok imagine Sebastian Stan and his wife or girlfriend, reader has a premature daughter or son. Seb and reader are loving and protective parents over their child

Little Miracle

Sebastian Stan x Wife Reader

Summary: Being parents for some people was a dream come true, for you and Sebastian the arrival of your daughter Elodie was a miracle, for the first few weeks you both thought she wouldn’t make it, but she proved you two wrong

Warnings: talks of hospitals, depression, some angst, very soft and loving dad and husband Seb, just very sweet

A/N: Thank you for the request anon, this is my first time writing for Seb! I hope I did this request justice and that you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 914

Elodie spent those two first months in the NICU at the best pediatric hospital in New York City, being cared for by the sweetest team of nurses and doctors, you two would always be so grateful to them for taking such great care of El. Of course, the two of you couldn’t stay at the hospital with her, so everyday you’d wake up, go to the NICU, and spent the day with her, doing skin to skin, talking to her, and helping the nurses feed her. 

Elodie spent those two first months in the NICU at the best pediatric hospital in New York City, being cared for by the sweetest team of nurses and doctors, you two would always be so grateful to them for taking such great care of El. Of course, the two of you couldn’t stay at the hospital with her, so everyday you’d wake up, go to the NICU, and spent the day with her, doing skin to skin, talking to her, and helping the nurses feed her. 

It was a trying experience and one that Sebastian will never forget, he’d never seen someone as perseverant as you, his wife, who despite not sleeping, battling depression, and having a hard time eating, was getting up and taking on the day with purpose, and with strength and determination for the better days to come. 

“You just going to stand over there gawking handsome?”

You smiled looking over at Seb who was still leaning against the wall, a smile now on his face as he heard your voice 

“I was thinking about it yeah” 

The soft sound of Elodie letting out a few squeaks caught your attention, and you looked down, she was growing slowly but surely, and god she was looking more and more like her daddy everyday 

“Yeah, you want some attention from daddy too huh?” 

Sebastian laughed and finally joined you two on the couch, settling down softly in behind you, letting you rest your weight on his chest, his arms wrapping around the two of you. When he ran his fingers across Elodie’s little cheek she took his pointer finger in her hand and just held it there, you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes

There were so many moments in the past three months that really allowed you to reflect and in turn feel so lucky that the universe allowed you to be a parent to Elodie. From seeing her tiny body in an incubator hooked up to wires and Sebastian watching her with a fierce protection, to now watching as she holds onto him gently. Moments like this still to this day bringing both the unwelcome memories as well as the new welcomed ones, you were so caught up in your head, you hadn’t realized the rush of war tears cascading down your face

“Baby? What’s wrong, does something hurt?”

You shook your head quickly, rotating slightly so you could look up at him, his eyes filled with worry

“No, I-I just was thinking a-about everything that’s happened, I’m fine really…promise”

He brought his free hand up to wipe your cheeks before holding your face gently 

“It’s okay to let it out pretty girl, you’ve been through a lot the past three months, even the strongest of mom’s need to feel and let go every once in a while”

Seb watched you carefully his eyes never leaving yours, he didn’t want to look away for one second, knowing he almost did lose you a few weeks after Elodie was born, you were his entire world

“I will always be behind you to support you, lift you up and remind you of how strong you are, how beautiful you are, Elodie is so lucky to have you as her mom, and I am even luckier to have you as my wife. You continue to amaze me every day with the strength you use to fill our days with laughter, smiles and pure genuine love”

He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips as you sniffled, closing your eyes for a few short moments, his hand smoothing over your head a few times

“I love you Seb, I don’t say it nearly enough, but I wouldn’t have made it through this without you, Elodie and I are so fortunate to be loved by you, I hope you know that”

Seb smiled and nodded his head as you settled back down on his shoulder, his little bee still fast asleep on your chest, a mental snapshot he’d remember for life

“I love you too baby, you don’t always need to say it, you show me throughout each and every day, I’d bring you two the moon and the stars if I could”

The moon and the stars that littered the night sky, which was your ceiling for a lot of your first dates when the two of you met. It became a saying every night when he dropped you off, because if he would, he’d bring you and his precious baby the entire night sky and all it’s beauty. So, laying here, underneath blankets, wrapped up in an abundance of love, he made a promise to himself that he was going to do whatever he could to bring you both the whole universe, because you deserved nothing less.

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x wife!reader #sebastian stan x pregnant reader #dad!sebastian stan #seb stan x reader #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan imagine #rueswrites #sebastian stan x fluff #sebastian stan x you

[fantastic-bby]

Laundry and Taxes

Pairing: Reader x Hyunjin

Word count: 914

Genre: Bittersweet | Angst | Break Up AU | Non-idol AU

When you and your high school sweetheart stay together well past university, you both realise that when people change, so do their dreams.

Warnings: -

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“You know we’re probably never gonna see each other ever again after this, right?” 

Your eyes lower from the sky to your knees that you’ve folded towards your chest. 

Of course you know. 

How could you not? 

There’s a reason you’re here and not at the New Years party with the rest of your friends, and it’s truly only because you know that this is the last time you’re going to ever see Hyunjin. 

“I know,” you whisper and rest your chin on your knees. It’s a bittersweet feeling that fills your chest. 

Your story with Hyunjin is a classic highschool sweetheart trope that carried on throughout your university years and well into your mid twenties… but sometimes, when people change, so do their dreams. 

And Hyunjin’s dreams lie on the other side of the world while yours wrap you up in your hometown. 

You both agreed that it would be better if you broke up now rather than trying to hold on for something that would make either one of you leave either one of your dreams behind. 

“Thank you for letting me see you this once,” you say softly, turning to look at Hyunjin with a weak smile. 

You take your chance to admire his face once more; the way his jaw had sharpened throughout the years, the plush cheeks that lost baby fat over time, the way his nose got more and more defined the older he got. Tufts of his baby blue hair poke out from underneath the white beanie adorning his head and warming his ears—another reminder of how different he is now from when you had first met in school. 

Back then, Hyunjin was terrified of dyeing his hair because he was scared of how to take care of it. But now, he proudly wears a new colour every few months with his hair staying as perfectly soft and smooth as it naturally is. 

Oh, how much has changed in the past few years, you think. 

You’re no longer the kids who would spend every second of the day together, cycling through empty streets at midnight trying to avoid being called home by parents, chasing each other through the school hallways to determine who buys the other ice cream. 

You’re no longer the university students who moved into the same apartment building for four years who spent every big event at someone’s house party drinking the night away only to wake up the next morning tangled in each other, your parents no longer asking to be home before eight because they knew you were safe as long as you had each other.

You’ve both grown so much. Even back then, you had both thought about getting married to each other and growing the rest of your lives together, but you’ve both decided not to hold each other back. 

Hyunjin wants to move and you don’t. It’s as simple as that. 

And it’s that fact alone that hurts the most. 

“I never even imagined us breaking up,” Hyunjin chuckles. “I always thought that we would last forever.”

“Yeah?”

He turns to you and smiles, eyes glossed over and lip trembling slightly. 

“Yeah. I used to imagine what our wedding would look like. I had everything planned out right from our engagement all the way to our first apartment. Basically had our whole lives planned out..” Hyunjin trails off and turns away from you with his voice starting to waver. “I used to think that we would be one of the lucky ones who would marry our first loves because I never imagined the possibility of losing you.” 

He shakily breathes out a laugh to try and mask just how upset he actually is over it, and keeps his eyes glued to the stars.

“I never thought I would ever need to think of that. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in life, (Y/n).”

You bury your face in your arms as you listen to him talk. 

“You always made me want to be the better version of myself. I was willing to give my everything to you.”

You let out a small laugh at that which makes Hyunjin laugh as well. 

“When your dreams change, you don’t really have a choice,” you claim without turning to look at him. “Hyunjin, I don’t blame you for wanting to go after what you want. I don’t blame you for anything. I guess this is just part of growing up.” 

“I never thought growing up meant I would be losing such a big part of me… I love you, (Y/n). Nothing will ever change that. I don’t care what happens, I’ll always love you. Even if we end up meeting other people, you’re always going to be my best friend.” 

You finally lift your head and turn to Hyunjin, seeing the wet streaks that run down his reddened and cold cheeks.

“Promise that if you come back, we’ll catch up?” 

“Of course, darling,” he nods. You smile and reach out towards his hand, allowing your pinkies to interlock. 

“You know… maybe in another life… I would’ve loved to do laundry and taxes with you,” you chuckle. 

“I know,” Hyunjin laughs. “I would’ve loved to, too.” His hand moves to wrap around yours where he runs his thumb over your knuckles just as fireworks erupt in the distance. 

He brings your hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, mumbling into your skin. 

“Happy New Year, my love.”

#kwritersworldnet #kpopccc #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids drabbles #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin scenarios #hwang hyunjin drabbles #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x you #hyunjin #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin drabbles #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May Day Sixteen - Cooking A Special Recipe

Ship: Cumulus/Mountain/Aurora/Phantom

Notes: Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 914

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Mountain turns back from digging in the fridge. “How many eggs?”

“Three.” Cumulus recites. “And can you grab the butter while you're in there, please?”

“Here you go, Feather.” Mountain tries to hand her the butter but she’s looking past him.

“Whatcha doing?” A pair of voices ask.

Mountain has to stop himself from groaning. This was supposed to be a surprise. When he turns, sure enough Phantom and Aurora are peering into the kitchen. He shoots Cumulus a lost expression but she smiles.

“Hello you two. We’re making a cake. The thing is, it’s a surprise so you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Kay.” Phantom chirps. Curiosity sated, he makes to head back to the common room. Aurora however has other plans.

“Can we help?”

It’s lucky Mountain isn’t facing the ghoulette because he can’t hide his panicked expression. Cumulus takes it in stride though.

“Of course, dears. In fact, we haven’t decided on what flavor to make yet. What flavor do you two think is best?”

The two young ghouls shout out their suggestions at the same time, Aurora voting strawberry and Phantom for chocolate.

“How about both? We can do layers of each and then top it off with chocolate covered strawberries?”

Everyone agrees that that sounds good and they get started.

Four ghouls in the kitchen at once is at least two to many. Mountain knows Cumulus has the cake well under control so he works on the part he’s best at.

“Hey Rora, want to come to the greenhouse with me to pick out some fresh strawberries?”

“Okay! Let's go!”

The pair leave as Cumulus begins having Phantom read off the recipe for her. On the way through the halls, they run into Swiss. The multi ghoul waves good naturedly until he seems to realize something and shoots Mountain a puzzled expression.

“Hey Swiss. Rora and I are gonna go pick strawberries. Cue’s making dinner tonight by the way.”

Swiss nods. “Okay then. See you later!”

They part and Mountain quickly distracts Aurora by asking about a new painting she’s working on.

Soon they reach the greenhouse. Aurora gives the task of inspecting every single strawberry every bit of her attention, meaning Mountain doesn’t even need to hide pulling out his phone to send a few texts before joining her to help. They quickly amass a basket of fresh berries with plenty of extras as some will inevitably be munched before they’re able to make it onto the cake. Mountain gently teases Aurora when she’s already stuffing one in her mouth before they even get back inside the ministry.

“Wha?” She swallows her bite. “They taste good!”

He snorts and steals one for himself.

They make it back inside with the basket still mostly full and find Cumulus mixing cake batter. Phantom sits on the counter licking a spoon and has chocolate batter on his nose.

“Just in time.” Cumulus grins. “Trade you.” She reaches for the strawberry basket and gently swats Phantom of the counter with her tail. “Keep this one from eating all my cake batter.”

“Haha, I’m not sure I can.” Mountain laughs as Aurora choses that moment to reach for another strawberry.

Through some miracle, the strawberries are washed, a handful mashed and cooked down to add to the strawberry batter, and enough are left over for chocolate covered strawberries for garnish. The pans are slid into the oven and they get started on icing.

Cumulus works with Aurora to make strawberry buttercream with the leftover strawberry compote. Mountain and Phantom make chocolate ganache over the stove. Everyone is guilty of sticking their fingers in the icing more than once. The oven timer finally dings and the cakes are removed. Cumulus and Aurora cool the cakes with a gust of chilly wind and they’re ready to be iced.

They all let Aurora, the resident painter, take the lead on icing. Once the cake layers are evenly sliced, she stacks alternating layers of chocolate and strawberry cake with strawberry compote in between, then covers the outside in the buttercream. The chocolate ganache is drizzled over the top of the cake so it just begins to drip down the sides. Then halved chocolate covered strawberries that Phantom dipped while she was icing are placed around the sides of the cake.

“How about you go get everyone so they can see your cake? I think they’re out in the garden” Cumulus suggests.

Aurora and Phantom both eagerly race out of the kitchen and Cumulus and Mountain smile at each other.

“Well that was close.” Mountain sighs.

Cumulus giggles. “Haha, I know! I was panicking on the inside when they came in.”

“Nice save though.”

“I’m just happy it worked. Let's add the final touches.”

Phantom and Aurora head outside to find the garden empty.

“Huh? Where is everyone?” Phantom chirps.

Their phones go off.

“The group chat says they’re in the den.” Aurora says.

“I guess let's head back.”

They go back inside. When they reach the den all the lights are off. They make their way to the common room in the dark. Just as they step through the threshold the lights flick on and there’s the pack and Copia.

“Surprise! Happy Summoning Day!”

The room is decorated with streamers and balloons and the cake sits on the coffee table with the addition, “Happy Summoning Day Phantom and Aurora!” Piped on top.

“Ahh thank you!” Aurora and Phantom both grin as they’re embraced by their pack and Papa.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #cumulus ghoulette #mountain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #phantom ghoul #Cumulus/Mountain/Aurora/Phantom #fluff #baking #birthdays #ghost fanfiction #mushy may 2024 #lys writes

[painsandconfusion]

HI NO I DIDN'T FORGET WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I STILL HAVE TIME ITS ONLY 914 AT NIGHT

SLINGSHOT KNIFE FOR ALEC

.....youre lucky it was a cool one

#sand asks #oc interaction #alec #knife day #little fox

[blackbird-brewster]

Temily Fanfic Master List (Updated)

ALL OF MY WORKS ON AO3 || MY WRITING ON TUMBLR UPDATED: 01 December 2023

TEMILY: A LOVE STORY (SERIES) (A series of one shots that all occur in the same universe/timeline but can easily be enjoyed separately without having to read in order) Now Is The Start (Fluff - WC: 4542) Tara and Emily meet for the first time and there's an instant connection. Realise (Fluff - WC: 1926) BAU Girls’ Night makes Tara daydream about her relationship with Emily Missing You (Smut - WC: 4065) In their months of chatting, Tara and Emily move from texts to calls to something more intimate

Lucky Mistake (Fluff - WC: 3270) Emily has returned to the BAU to help out temporarily and Tara works up the courage to ask her on a date. Will it be a mistake?

Secret (Angst - WC: 4153) Tara finds out about Emily's 'boyfriend' back in London in the midst of the news that Emily has been asked to stay on as Unit Chief

Force of Nature (Fluff - WC: 2996) Newly promoted, Unit Chief Prentiss has to report her relationship with Tara to the brass. But reporting their relationship made it real and that scared her more than anything the FBI could throw at her. In Your Arms (Fluff/Angst - WC: 6079) At a BAU Ladies' Night, Tara and Emily end up sharing secrets they hadn't planned to

Landslide (Fluff - WC: 2637) Emily struggles with the inevitability that she's getting older. And with a bit of help, Tara helps her girlfriend get over her hesitations regarding needing reading glasses.

Often (Smut - WC: 3083) Tara tries to entice Emily to go home after a long day at work, but her plan works a little too well and Emily decides she can't wait.

[Halloween Interlude] (Fluff - WC: 1573) When Tara is bummed about not getting trick-or-treaters, Emily comes up with a clever solution to surprise her girlfriend. My Whole Life Long (Fluff/Smut - WC: 4414) Tara and Emily celebrate their three year anniversary with a night neither of them will ever forget, in more ways than one. Always You (Fluff - WC: 2703) Tara freaks out when she plans her proposal to Emily Kiss Me (Fluff - WC: 2894) Tara and Emily get tired of waiting to get married so they elope with a couple of witnesses in tow. HEATED (Fluff - WC: 6017) Tara and Emily agree to let Garcia throw them a Bachelorette Party, even though they've been married for months already. Debauchery Ensues.

When You Sleep (Fluff - WC: 2290) Tara wakes up in the middle of the night to Emily having a night terror.

FLUFF

False Flags and the Art of Misdirection (WC: 11,926) JJ, Tara and Emily try and navigate their relationships and attractions to each other after the events in Roswell, New Mexico [Takes place after 13x09 False Flag] (OT3: Je T'Emily) Rather Be (Drabble - WC: 774) A Drabble about Tara and Emily first meeting (*written before Emily actually came back)

Scratches (Drabble - WC: 914) Prompt: "Why the hell are you bleeding?"

Late Night Delivery (Drabble - WC: 561) Prompt: "Who the hell sneaks in through the window at 4am to go for ice cream?"

Friend Like Me (WC: 3326) Tara and Emily play wing-person for each other when they go out for drinks but neither of them wants to admit who they really want to go home with.

ANGST/FLUFF

Why Am I Like This? (WC: 9611) A look at all of Emily's past relationships that led her to believe one undeniable truth, Emily Prentiss was broken. Six relationships that made Emily feel broken and one relationship that didn't. ANGST

All You Never Say (WC: 1917) A devastating look at Tara and Emily’s undefined love for each other SMUT

Motivation (WC: 5177) In the aftermath of Mr. Scratch’s ambush, Emily seeks comfort from Tara

LONG FORM MULTI-CHAP

Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) [Part 3] (Explicit) (Fluff/ Rom-Com, WC: 220,000) When JJ/Tara/Emily decide to buy a house together, Tara volunteers to renovate it into their perfect dream home. In order to follow through on her promise, Tara enlists the help of a general contractor, Beck Wilson -- but Beck's construction skills aren't the only thing that garners Tara's attention.

Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) [Part 1] (Fluff/ Rom-Com, WC: 80,471, Complete) An AU loosely based off the movie ‘Imagine Me and You’. Emily is a personal trainer and JJ is one of her clients but when JJ finds out Emily is gay, it turns her life upside down. At the same time, Tara and Emily meet and it’s instant sparks. Who fools around and falls in love, you may ask? Well, dear reader, everyone.

Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) [Part 2] (Fluff/ Rom-Com, WC: 87,394, Complete) Picks up ten months after the end of Part 1, this series follows the interwoven relationships of JJ, Emily and Tara (OT3: Je T'Emily)

I Want To Love You (Hurt/Comfort, WC: 13,125, Complete) It had been two weeks since Gabriel Lewis was killed by Mr Scratch. Tara tries to work through her grief in the aftermath of her brother's death. [Follows S12]

CM FEMSLASH FIC RECS:

My Fanfic Master Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [JJ/Tara] || [Misc Ships]

2023 Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily + Other Femslash]

2022 Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [Other Femslash]

Also check out my past [Friday Fic Recs]

UPDATED: 01 December 2023

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[talesfromsiteredacted]

Cafeteria Thoughts

Some thoughts from various members of the staff on the site cafeteria and the offerings. Names are withheld to protect the victims of Tuna Surprise and other atrocities.

"Wow. I never expect a lot from this dump, and each time I'm still disappointed."

"Yeah... how the hell do you burn spaghetti?"

"You call these meatballs? More like billiard balls. Mario wouldn't eat these things, and Yoshi would spit them right back at the cooks."

"How the hells did you screw up toasted cheese? It's buttered bread with cheese."

"Tuna Surprise. Hah. It'd be a real surprise if that abomination became edible."

"This is not a steak, it is a sad lump of charcoal."

"I've had paste that had more flavor than this sad excuse for cake."

"Did... did you... just admit to eating paste?"

"Yeah, and another cake like this I'll be back at it."

"This isn't chili, it's a Geneva Convention violation."

"How... how... did the cooks make the real life version of dwarf bread? You could use this damn roll to kill a man without him needing to eat it."

"This coffee is so weak you can give it to 053 or 999 with no issue."

"If it were a man, 076-2 would kill him and spit on him for dirtying his sword."

"My spineless ex had more guts than this crap."

"This chicken is so raw, I swear I just heard it cluck at me."

"Wonder if running the kitchen staff through 914 on 'very fine' would make any difference."

"Not even 343 and all our reality warpers would."

"Still... we might get lucky."

"Yeah, and 076-2 will suddenly start making balloon animals and 682 will offer the D-Class piggyback rides."

"Sarcasm will not improve the food."

"Nothing would!"

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #cafeteria conversations

[yinyunnsworld]

Set Sail to a New World

Character: Tsumugi Aoba

Reader: GN

Words: 914

Genre: Angst(?) to Fluff.

Synopsis: Whenever someone passed, they became a lost soul, waiting for a new life ahead. (Name) met an… odd sailor whom claimed a happier life ahead of them.

No request? No problem, though less interactions makes me feel lonely HAHAHAHHA. Inbox is always opened for anything. Merry (late) christmas and happy new year! Life ahead will surely be better and there will be a lot of things we’all will just discovered!

See you and I wish you all happiness<3

“Will you sail on this ride with me?”

On the vast sea connected to the afterlife, stood a soul, one who claimed the sea to be their territory, met with the ferry. But their eyes were only on the man lifting a smile they’d never seen before in their whole life. And as if that man wasn’t a human, they could see through him—or maybe he could see through them.

Ah, gentle breeze blowing (Name)’s tender face, their eyes jittered from the rocking sea to the man having his hand out—they couldn’t decide for they couldn’t fathom where the ferry would bring them to. Amidst the ferry where people like them—souls of the lost, confused, and terrified, found safety soon as they stepped on board. However, with a condition—to leave the world they’d known their whole life to lead a new one.

“If I step on board, will I ever come back to see my loved ones?”

The question rolled off their tongue, it was as clear as their reluctance in joining hands with the unknown man still patiently waiting for them. Though, the ferry might have to set sail sooner or later. “Your heart is indeed a pure one, even after being screwed by them many times, repaired many times, you still choose to abide—even if you believe there’s no place a world can fit you in.”

(Name) would’ve looked back—to the world of the human realms rolling behind them, however when they did it on this very second, the things they could see were the memories of their past. Reasons to give whether or not they must or did they want to ride on the boat to the paradise for pure lost souls.

Those memories tempted them, not sure if it ever meant to sooth them and get them to ride or for them to reject and run away.

“Time’s ticking. If you’re still hesitant, I’ll leave and come back when you’re ready.”

“But will I ever see them again?”

“Your loved ones?” The man raised his eyebrows, slightly piqued but pitied the form of the young person almost no longer translucent as they once were.

It was true (Name) was screwed, then repaired, on repeat—but they couldn’t fathom of leaving a life they grew once for it surely had become part of them, what made them now to wish for freedom ever so desperately. Even if freedom was offered to them, a budding fear of attachment grew in result they were ever more hesitant than they were when the man first arrived at the lonely sea.

Humans always wanted freedom, to discover what’s ahead of them. However, they’d be hesitant to accept that freedom after the war they had with themselves.

“Yeah, my loved ones.”

“…” the man was silent. He jumped off the boat, chose to stand beside (Name)’s confused self.

The man sighed. “Ah, my apology.” He smiled nervously, drowning in guilt. Within this lonely sea, nothing could get past anyone’s head as the sea they stood was lonely itself. Everyone’s face wouldn’t work, no emotions would be able to be kept hidden. “Sometimes I forget souls have memories of their past and some don't. It can’t be considered lucky as well to have the memories of the past.”

They remained silent and still, like the sea they stood on, no longer rocked its waves. Nothing but pure curiosity stirred in with the warmth of his words downing them together. Anyone would’ve called them dumb, ungrateful for they still had the memories of the past.

They’d preferred to be called dumb, for him to sigh and turn away his back—but that never meant they’d be relieved.

“You know well what they’ve done, though I can’t guarantee I can make you happy, but the world outside might lift a little bit of your frowning lips.”

Huh?

Since when did they frown?

Their fingers traced to their… in fact, frowning lips to bring realization of his words were indeed true. Their lips were heavy, or they were just too tired to lift up both cheeks and add a glimmer to their stoic e/c eyes—they weren’t sure.

Those words he used… they wondered if he used those words to tempt everyone to set sail with him, to wander a new adventure together with him—it for sure, brought nothing less than a swaying temptation to them.

However, they barely knew of the man, not even a name seemed to appear in their head. They couldn’t afford to set sail with a stranger. “What’s your name?”

“Hm? A name? Goodness me, a name is something I left after willing to be an adventurer,” the man claimed—showing just a tiny glint of… something unclear within his face—pity, sadness, longing or anything they weren’t sure of. Even the sea couldn’t depict himself quite well—or they just couldn’t understand him. Even so, they waited patiently as he waited for them as well.

“Tsumgi. Tsumugi Aoba.”

And so, he revealed his name to the curious (Name), still gazing at him rather intently as they’d never seen anyone pass by their ‘territory’. Satisfied with the answer, they hummed in delight—nothing changed faster than the ones with lonely hearts.

With nothing but desperation to seek a reason to smile, and the will to believe in tales the man in front of them spoke, (Name) found themself linking hands with him. The trace of a rather—big hand tightened its grip around their own fingers. “Welcome on board, (Name).”

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[creepytoes88]

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Song stuck in my head: 🎶 WELL WAY DOWN YONDER ON THE CHATTAHOOCHEE IT GETS HOTTER THEN A HOOCHIE COOCHIE 🎶 (Chattahoochee- by Alan Jackson) DONT JUDGE ME OKAY ITS CATCHY AND I LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE BUM FUCK

Other blogs: Nah

Blogs following: 914 😭 my babies

Amount of sleep: lol what is that

Lucky number: 13

What am I wearing: wouldn't you like to know 😉

Dream job: to not have to work lol

Dream trip: Seoul or just south Korea in general 😭 maybe Japan one day that would be nice

Favorite food: potato soup but only my moms and sesame Chicken and vegetable lo mein

Play an instrument: A fucking tuba yeah the big ass fucking thing that goes around your body YEAH idk why middle school me thought that was the move but get it ig

Random fact: I went to a school like the one in Victorious it's full of posers and rich kids 🤪🥳

Languages: unfortunately I'm flavorless

Favorite songs: I like a lot of different music so want my Spotify link that would be easier

Describe yourself as an aesthetic: A giant fucking blunt with a surround sound system 🥳

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[blondrichclosetwitch]

Up in the tower they’re watching me, hoping I’m gonna die.

(Tuesday, 12/28/21)

“ it’s something she wrote just to ruin my day.”

“ how did we get here?”

“ i’ve said much too much. “

“ oh, the revolution was here that would set you free from those bourgeoisie.”

“ you’re sick in the head and you wish you were dead. You feel drained and insane.”

“ you can’t fight that feeling that you’re one true love is just awaiting your big meeting, so you never even asked for names.”

“ there’s no going back against this California feeling.” (I will mention that I dreamt about James Murphy again last night.)

“ are those dreams inside your head?”

“ wherever you will ever be, you’re never getting rid of me.”

“ and can you tell me, was it worth it?”

“ One day, we will be remembered.”

“ said I’m out to get her.”

“ I think we were ready to hear the rest.”

“ I might leave.”

“ she’ll make you flip.”

“ can you see the look on your face?”

“ It takes more than fucking someone you don’t know to keep warm. I’m drunk and you’re probably on pills. If we both got the same diseases it’s irrelevant girl.”

“ denial. (Your ears should be burning.)”

“ they twist all around him till he can’t move. Brother of mine, don’t run with those fuckers.”

“ he’s in the best selling show.”

“ broken branches trip me as I speak. Just because you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there. We are accidents waiting to happen.”

“ I can’t stand by and see you destroyed. You lie as a decoy.”

“ in and out of love and institutions.”

“ Little girl please stop your crying.”

“ God is on top of it. That’s all.”

“ she just walked in the room.”

“ The time to hesitate is through.”

“ Little Johnny’s sad and fucked. First he jumped and then he looked. The tracks of time those tracks of mine Little Johnny’s occupied. Well little Johnny had an ache that hung around the poor boys neck. Every time that Johnny ate, the little fucker fed the ache. So little J’s a fucked up boy who dulled the pain but killed the joy, and little j’s a fucking mess but when he’s offered, just says yes.”

“ I will be king and you will be queen.”

“ did my time, took my chances, went the distance, now I’m back on my feet. Just a woman and her will to survive.”

“ I wouldn’t know you were alive. You haven’t seen me for years now.”

“ and I just think you should know. I’ll follow you home.��

“ your door is always open.”(The Yonkers house)

“ everybody wants a piece of Mary.”

“ I know that you have the need.”

“ Chuck and Matty… If they could see me, they’d be so proud.”

“ The wake is over. We gotta leave because they said so. I want to tell you. I want to tell you, but..you’re dead.”

she kneels before the grave. “ you’re so very young.”

“ you’re gone, then back at my door. You know what you’re doing when you’re coming back.”

“ I can’t be the lie between your teeth.”

“I need you more than anything.”

“ how can he tell? He can’t even remember his name.”

“ better than their mommy or their daddy did. The truth is they’re happier when they’re in pain. that’s why they got married.”

“Tell me if you want to take a hit.”

“ daddy didn’t raise no fucking fools. No one is going to fuck with me tonight.”

“ i’m afraid I can’t help it.”

“ it’s all in vain.”

“ but what if I was right?”

“ I accidentally touched my head and noticed that it had been bleeding. For how long I did not know.”

” your door is always open.”

“ I feel it’s time somebody told you.”

“ I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door.”

“ if someone comes at us this time, I’m ready.”

“ Long story short, it was a bad time.”

“everybody sees right through the static. Everyone but you.”

“I’ve been wonderin’ if I might fall.”

“We shall live again. Shake out the ghost dance.”

“We were broke as well.”

“Cut the cord.”

“ if you’re hungry you’re not too particular about what you’ll taste.”

“ what the hell?”

“ I fell.”

“ yeah people, don’t you listen now?”

“ Goodbye angel, maybe you’ll come back sometime.”

“ she boards a greyhound, ticket to Jersey, a gray colored backpack full of all her belongings.”

“ I will fly Swift and true straight to you, just to be where you lie.”

“ I am alive… But a different kind of alive than I used to be.”

“ all I wanted slips through my hands.”

“ I don’t want to hear from those who know. Never would have known of me before.”

“ everything has chains. Take my hand, not my picture.”

“ I see right, so wide, so open hearted it’s pain.”

“ And she’ll drive the big car and talk herself insane.”

“ I can’t go on without you.”

“ show me the way to the next little girl. For if we don’t find the next little girl I tell you we must die.”

“ we’ve lost our good old mama. And must have whiskey, oh you know why.”

“ all your life you’ve never seen.”

“ dreams unwind.”

“ please don’t leave me.”

“ what through the darkness around me close?”

“ when tyrants tremble, sick with fear and hear their death knell ringing, when friends rejoice both far and near, how can I keep from singing?”

“ that what you fear the most could meet you halfway.”

“ this kind of music is like heaven to me. Has got me higher than a kite. Hand me down my soup and fish, I am going to get my wish.”

“ you like to play, it’s true, that’s why you’re always winning. Well I could do that too, just let me start at the beginning because I’m just as good as you.”

“ I know you put those big boots on because they’re kind of scary.”

“ dig your grave.”

“ my last girl had me so fucked up i was a blacked out blur.”

“ i’ve come to the conclusion you can’t kill me if I kill you first.”

“ i’ve been through the ringer.”

“ The devil on my shoulder keep on telling me to keep her.”

“ just give me drugs. I need something other than Zannies to take the pain away.”

“Satan bossing me around.”

“ we met in a car crash.”

“ you know some people, they just don’t know when to stop.”

“ leave me alone!”

“ Well accidents will happen. I’m hoping one might happen to him.”

“ all the dreams you’re having, you stole them all from me.”

“ accidents keep happening.”

“ maybe you and I will get it together.”

“ I’m just trying to make some sense.”

“ Holy cow, I love your eyes. and only now I see the light.”

“ throw those curtains wide.”(just got that one)

“ don’t come over here piss on my gate.”(and of course in the background the song is playing that I’ve heard 1 million times, and yet this is the first time I’m hearing all the references to having my house broken into.)

“ pointless savagery. I put one hand on your round ripe heart and the other down your panties.”

“ everything is falling. It’s just history repeating itself.”

“ Word travels fast.”

“ if you could read my mind you might see more of me than meets the eye.”(oh wait, you can, or did. Whore.)

“ A good rabbit.”

“ you were right about the reasons.”

“ I don’t want to be what I’m becoming.”

“ when the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band.”

“ blood sugar sucker fish in my dish.”

“ she’s magic. Sex Magik, sex Magik.”

“ everything I’ve imagined.”

“ actually I want to be alone to mourn the loss of what it cost.”

“ if you’re not allowed to love people alive, then you learn how to love people dead.”

“ but blow me, and I owe you.”

“ it’s time I got back to the good life.”



(Songs: never make me cry 1145, lost 1148, soul love 1155, PTA 1155, the cut that always bleeds 1169, endless cycle 1203, Kyle petty son of richard 1207, I’m afraid of Americans live 1212 Glastonbury, kingdom come 1219, the night will always win 1222, The spark that bled 1229, free to walk 1231, Little girl blue 1234, Long story short 1238, On the water 1238, special kind of love 100, Ghost dance 102, citizenship 111, The song remains the same 111, Letters and drawings 123, Gentle storm 130, Starry stairs 135, did you ever love me 139, Cordaroy 145, Blackstar 158, She’ll drive the big car 207, If you knew 207, Alabama whiskey song 213, Rhiannon 2:22, put a candle in the window 2:22, held up without a gun 226, crazy Mary 226, Hoop Dee Doo 333, Big boots 335, Gold dust woman 339, Candles 346, leave me alone 400, accidents will happen 400, waiting on a friend 406, a day like this 411,  My wave 419, babe you turn me on 424,  Outside looking in 428, trophy wife 429, Ziggy Stardust 436, blood sugar sex magic 441, I get so scared 4:44,  The thing about things 446, solo 550, The good life 5:55 PM.)

#djmagictree #come play with me 900 #the party 907 #American dream 911 #lucky you 914 #silver spring 922 #long live 926 #living in the heart of love 930 #i did something bad commentary 936 #grace 937 #my best friend’s girl 941 #keep yourself warm 944 #tendrement 950 #house of cards 954 #3 morceaux en forme de poire 1001 #some riot 1001 #life on mars live reality tour 1010 #there there 1049 #pounding 1051 #late 1058 #Pallas athena 10:58 #that’s the way love is 1103 #light my fire live 11:11 #come together 1119 #heroes 11:22 #eye of the tiger 11:25 #strange loop 11:33 #treacherous 11:33 #free to walk 11:37 #Mary 11:44

[imerdwarf]

Love in Drunk

Summary: Thor comes to town and everyone has a good time, Bucky especially when he's given the strong mead.

Warnings: drunk!Bucky, fluffs, cuteness 😍

Word Count: 914

Author's Notes: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club's drunk drabbles and I couldn't resist this cute funny drunk Bucky prompt! 😍

Thor had decided to stop by tonight, bringing a couple of bottles of Asgardian mead with him to help relax and share with the super soldiers who were incapable of getting drunk. You kept watch from a distance, occasionally breaking out a small smile of your own when the sounds of his laughs reached your ears.

It was such a rare sight, and you were one of his closest friends. You've been there for him since day one, you've seen first hand just how much he struggled to forgive himself and allow himself to be happy.

His mood was usually broody, cranky and occasionally distant. There were odd days where he'd smile a lot more than others, and whenever he laughed, it was music to your ears. A sense of pride washed through you if you was you who made him laugh.

You've never seen Bucky drunk before. This was a whole new experience for you as you watched him stumble across the room and giggle when he tripped over nothing. The sight made you stilfle your own laughs, deciding to intervene before the man ended up in the emergency room.

Pushing off the wall, you approach Bucky like you would a puppy, coaxing it to you by holding your arms out.

"Come on buddy, let's get you to bed." You chuckle when he pouts adorably. His eyes are glossed over from the affects of the alcohol and you've never seen his pupils so dilated before.

"No- don't wanna," he sighs but throwing his flesh arm over your shoulder anyway, stumbling forwards guiding him towards the hallway.

Along the way, he tumbles down and laughs, pulling you with him and laughing with his head thrown back and clutching his ribs.

"I'm so lucky," he mumbles, laying on the floor with his knees bent and his arms above his head. You kneel beside him and rest your hand on his chest.

"How come?" You ask, thinking he's referring to his own forgiveness.

"I have-" he pauses to hiccup and sighs before continuing, "the most wonderful girlfriend." He grins up at you, his eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds before opening wide again.

You chuckle and shake your head, "who is this girl I don't know about huh?" You tease him, knowing pretty sure you would be the first to know about his relationship.

Bucky goes through a little phase at this point - he snort laughs and wheezes, catching his breath before sighing.

You could get used to seeing him like this. He scratches his forehead before lifting himself up onto his hands and knees. You help him to stand and his arm slings over your shoulder.

"You didn't answer my question Sarge," you tease, looking up at him and smiling when he blushes.

"Y'already know her," he replies, hiccuping and slurring. His weight feels heavy and it's a rush to get him back to his room before he passes out in the hallway and wakes up with a bad back in the morning.

"I do?" Your eyebrows pinch, thinking back if you missed anything.

Bucky laughs, holding onto his stomach as he hunches over slightly. "O'course doll face, you're my girlfriend, dummy!" He states with a wheezy laugh and a shake of his head. "Y' the light 'a my life." He slurrs with an unrecognisable accent.

Laughing with him, you shake your head and adjust your grip on his arm.

"Since when?" You ask, playing along with his game that he won't remember tomorrow.

"Hmmmm." He hums, eyebrows knitted together as he thinks long and hard, "m' whole life, or s'thing like that." He giggles, stopping outside of his bedroom door. You kick the door open and he stumbles inside, falling over and laughing.

"Goodness Buck, you're gonna lay an egg if you keep laughing that hard." You say with a chuckle in your tone. You go over to his bed and pull back the covers and plump his pillows before returning to the giggling man on the floor. "Alright big guy, bed, now." You order, bending over to help him to his feet and take him to sit on the edge of his bed.

"Y' a great girlfriend," he sways side to side, "m' so lucky for you doll." Your heart warms and clenches at the same time, knowing he doesn't know what he's saying and knowing he won't remember anything in the morning.

"Grateful for you too Buck. So, I'm gonna leave and come back, give you some privacy to take off your clothes and put these on." You say, dropping down his usual nightwear next to him.

As you said, you disappear into his bathroom for a couple of minutes, stifling a chuckle when you would hear him fall over and curse.

"Y/N!" He yells for you.

You poke your head around the corner and see he's dressed decently. You sigh, kicking his thrown off clothes into the corner of the room and help him lay down and pull the covers back.

"Grateful for you." He whispers, his eyes fluttering closed and his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead and leaving a glass of cold water on his bedside table before leaving to stand by the door and looking back at Bucky. He's out cold, snoring and grunting. You smile, "sweet dreams." You whisper, closing the day behind you quietly and going back to your room, wondering if he will remember what he said in the morning.

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[daddyhausen]

• day twenty — punishment — eddie kingston •

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{ warnings } — smut, 18+, { minors do not interact } fem!reader, reader, eddie kingston x fem!reader, punishment, spanking, choking, restraints, dirty talk, degradation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, male orgasm, orgasm denial

{ word count } — 914

{ genre } — smut

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your eyes fixated on the ground as he positioned you over his knees, he’d already stripped you of your clothing as you lay bare across him, feeling the bulge in his boxers already begin to grow, he hadn’t even started. he kept your wrists bound behind your back, his belt as makeshift restraints for the moment.

his palm, calloused and rough, smoothed circles into your bare ass cheek, your cunt quivering with want at the sensation, a small whimper leaving your lips in wait. it was surely a punishment alright, the anticipation more so than the action. his jealousy could get the better of him most nights, it was only your job to draw it out of him, knowing that he would show no mercy once in the confines of your bedroom.

now after pondering on it for a moment, you regret your decision by flirting with the bartender, all to watch your boyfriend's frustrations boil up for a bit of a laugh. he gripped your ass roughly, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers for a second before releasing. you held your breath in anticipation, a small yelp leaving your lips once his palm came down on your ass, hard.

“little whore, what gives you the right to make me jealous like that?” he questioned, malice spreading through his voice, his jealousy still evident by the way his palm left a longing sting against your skin.

“i am the only one who owns your pathetic pussy, and you know that!” he growled, striking your ass again, only harder this time. you whimpered through a moan, the sting feeling so good, like a craving being quickly fulfilled, flooding your body with lust.

“i can ruin you a hundred times better than him princess” he continued to paint your skin with his handprints, his words taunting as they rang over and over again in your ears. your whimpers were only mere sounds in his ears. your thighs instinctively squeezed shut with each time his hand connected with your flesh.

he pried your thighs open, letting a finger swipe against your slick outer folds, your wetness gathering on the pad of his index finger, you hung your head lowly with slight embarrassment, cheeks flushed with heat.

“god, you’re fucking soaked, you little whore” he lulled, licking your sweetness clean from his finger, humming in delight of your taste. he pulled off from his lap, and onto the mattress below, your face planted firmly against the pillows, the silk material helping to cool your body down the slightest.

you could hear the rustle of his pants, allowing them to rest just in the middle of his thighs as he freed his cock with a sigh, quickly kicking off his pants, a thud resonating around the room as they gathered beside the bed.

“you’re lucky, princess. if you would of flirted with him for a minute more, you would of gone to bed without my cock” he growled, positioning his size at your entrance, teasing your clit and outer walls with his tip. “i’m still going to have to punish you, love”

he slipped into you with ease, forceful and rough, the way he intended, the way you enjoyed. his hands held your hips, keeping them secure, his nails digging into your flesh as he sunk deeper into your void.

“what were you trying to prove, princess?. i know you only crave my cock” he began to thrust deeply into you, his movements slow and intentional, yet rough. “and you know i only crave your pathetic little pussy”

you could not respond only muttering, incoherent babbles into the pillows, screams of pleasure soon followed. he grabbed the belt that bound your wrists. halting his movements for a second, much to you dismay, quickly unbinding your wrists, instead of throwing across the room like he normally would, he fastened it around your neck, tugging on the leather.

“what was that princess? i couldn’t understand you?” he mocked, loving the way your choked moans sounded in his head as he resumed his movements.

“i-i wanted you t-to fuck me, s-sir” you barely managed to choke out as he released his grip on the belt, leaving you gasping as your face softly made contact with the pillows below. his pace sped up, the force of his thrusts increased at your statement.

“so you made me jealous, all because you were a little horny slut?” he growled, giving a single rough thrust to get your attention, you muttered something along the lines of “yes” into the pillows.

“well you could of asked me baby, who knows, maybe i would of fucked you right in front of him to prove a point” he chuckled. “to prove your cunt only belongs to me”

just at the thought of his scenario, it sent your stomach into a whirlwind. your orgasm on the brink of release, and so was his. god! you only hoped he had enough mercy within his soul to let you cum, it was the only thing you needed for your night to be fulfilled. he released with a low groan in your ear, pumping his hot cum deep into your void, he continued to thrust only edging on your impending orgasm.

but it did not arrive, he pulled out of your warmth, the remainder of his cum dripping onto your plump ass. he chuckled at the sight of you whining and begging for release.

“you don’t deserve to cum tonight, princess”

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#aew fanfiction #aew smut #aew rampage #aew dynamite #eddie kingston #kinktober 2021

[sevlgi]

you were beautiful

requested: no

group: stray kids

pairing: lee know x fem!reader

genre: angst, questionable fluff

contents: amnesia!au, dancer!minho, receptionist!reader who can’t remember him

warnings: mentions of an accident

synopsis: There isn’t much you remember from your old life, but you know someone is missing. When he comes to find you, you have to decide how many memories of the past are worth bringing back.

a/n: lmao please give my fic a chance, i promise it’s worth a read

word count: 7.5k

Deja vu. 

For the longest time, Minho hadn’t understood what the word really meant despite all of Seungmin’s attempts to explain the concept to him. He just didn’t know how something could be so familiar and yet foreign at the same time, could feel like the past despite being the present, and he definitely didn’t believe that he’d ever be able to feel it for himself.

But on a sunny Monday afternoon, being dragged to the hospital by Felix, Minho understands. He feels, and he stumbles onto his friends in front of him.

“Minho hyung, are you okay?” Changbin asks, seeing the look on the dancer’s face. He absolutely would be pushing him back, if it wasn’t for the stricken expression that currently resides on Minho’s face “Hyung?”

“It’s her,” Minho breathes out, his eyes scanning the front of the hospital for the all-too-familiar smile that he’s sure he saw. Felix exchanges a glance with Chan behind his back as Minho bounds up the stairs, panting from the exertion it took to sprint across the courtyard. “It’s Y/N, I know it is--”

Felix frowns, “Y/N? Which one? I know there’s a receptionist working here who’s named Y/N, but...”

“No, you don’t understand,” Minho interrupts, whirling back to face the 3 others. If Jisung or Seungmin were there, Minho would’ve already been ripped to shreds, but Chan, Felix, and Changbin only stare at him worriedly. “My Y/N.”

It clicks in his friends’ minds, and Changbin surges forward to yank the hospital doors open. “It can’t be,” Chan insists, though he follows the other 3 inside. “Minho, Y/N broke up with you and said she was moving to England 2 years ago.”

Shaking his head, Felix sighs, “Okay, wait. Hyung, we have to go see Jisung, the others are waiting there for us. I promise we can go and look later, okay?”

Minho opens his mouth to protest, but his phone buzzes in his pocket. Hyunjin, probably, calling to make sure that they’re on their way to comfort Jisung about his broken leg. And Minho has never hated the squirrel-cheeked boy more as he sighs and nods, following the others to the reception desk that Felix claims is two halls down.

Of course, it isn’t. “I’m sorry,” the blonde boy sighs and takes his phone out. “I’ll call-- my friend. Hang on.”

He talks lowly over the phone, and Minho has to bite down, hard, on his own lip just to keep himself from running down the hall again. But soon enough, he hears Felix laughing, exchanging hello’s with someone, and he has to turn.

As soon as he does, the thing that he assumes to be deja vu hits him again, and Minho clutches his hand to his stomach. It’s you, in the flesh-- after all, no one would be able to replicate your smile so perfectly, and no one could possibly be able to mimic a face as perfect as yours. Your hair’s different than he remembers, but it’s been years, and--

“Hi. I’m Y/N,” you introduce yourself, shaking hands with Chan and Changbin before holding your hand out to him. “I’m Felix’s friend, the receptionist.”

“Uh,” Minho manages. Something about the look on his friends’ faces tells him no, that it isn’t the right time, but he can’t exactly stop himself. “Y/N, it’s me. Minho.”

Your smile is confused now, and your hand falters in the air. “I’m sorry, I don’t follow. Have we met?”

He frowns, stepping slightly forward, though not enough to alarm you. Felix looks panicked behind you, but he’s frozen in place as Minho says, “Don’t- don’t lie to me. Y/N--”

“I’m sorry,” Chan cuts in, stepping between you and Minho. “He... he had an ex, uh, with the same name. I guess you guys look alike too.”

You still look concerned, but you pass it off with a smile and a laugh. “Oh, that’s funny. Same name, same face? If she wasn’t your ex, I’d like to meet her.”

Changbin laughs for him, tugging Minho forward. “Yeah, it’s really funny. Uh, what room is Jisung in?”

With the prompt, you turn back to Felix and affectionately punch him in the arm before leading the way. Minho’s stomach twists with jealousy; after all, there’s no way two people who look and sound the exact same exist, especially with the same name, and he can’t shake the thought that you are the one he’s been trying to forget. But you make your way to Jisung’s room soon enough, and open the door for the 4 boys. “Here you are. Come get me if you need anything,” you smile, your eyes lingering on Minho for just a second before you leave. Maybe he imagines it.

“Yo, hyungs and Felix!”

Jisung shouts loud enough to distract Minho, and he turns to find the hospital room filled with his friends. Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin are crowded onto one tiny sofa, while Changbin has started to annoy them. Felix and Chan crouch by Jisung’s side while he waves and grins at Minho. “You see what Hyunjin has done to me?”

“I did not,” the long-haired boy protests, a tangle of long limbs under Jeongin, who’s basically treating him as part of the couch. “You tried that stupid trick after Seungmin dared you, it’s not my fault.”

“Shut up, both of you, and hand me a pen,” Minho grumbles, sinking to a side beside Jisung’s elevated leg. To be honest, he wants some excuse to see you at the desk again, to listen to your voice and compare it to the one always echoing in his head, but he distracts himself. “I’m drawing a dick and you can’t stop me.”

“Chan hyung,” Jisung whines while he tries to kick Minho away with his good leg. The cast is bright pink, to Minho’s amusement, and it picks up the black of his marker well. “Minho hyung, I’ll never forgive you if you make me walk around with a dick on my leg.”

Minho snickers, “You can’t exactly walk.”

Chan sighs and shoves Minho, though it’s light. “Come on, stop bullying him.”

“I have to go to physical therapy, too,” Jisung pouts. “You’ll embarrass me.”

“Oh yeah?” Despite all his bravado, Minho just signs his name near Jisung’s ankle, as messy and large as he can make it. “For how long?”

“We don’t know yet,” Jeongin speaks up. “Y/N’s going to come in and tell us, but I really want to go out and ask her.”

Excitement courses through Minho, and he stands up, the pen clattering to the linoleum floor besides his feet. “I can do it. I remember where the reception desk is.”

Felix looks concerned and he asks, “Are you sure you can... handle it? Hyung, I’m friends with Y/N, maybe I should go.”

Minho waves their concerns off, Seungmin leaning in to ask Changbin what happened outside. “I won’t embarrass you, Lix, at least not terribly. I’ll get Hannie’s results, and then I’ll be right back.”

As soon as he’s out of room 914, the warmth and light inside escapes, and the smell of alcohol burns Minho’s nose. In all his excitement, he had forgotten how much he hates hospitals, hates the way everyone inside only looks one step closer to death. But he peeks around a corner to where he remembers your desk to be and arranges a polite smile on his face as he approaches you. “Y/N?”

“That’s me, how may I--” You pause when you swivel around to him, but the smile reappears soon enough. “Minho, right? You’re done visiting Jisung this quickly?”

“Not exactly,” he chuckles. “Uh, I just heard from the others that they’re still waiting for his results? About how long he has to do physical therapy and stay here?”

You nod at that and pull your keyboard towards you. Gods, you’re so familiar-- the way your tongue pokes into your cheek as you type, the way you narrow your eyes despite being able to see the screen. Minho hates how much he remembers about you. It has to be you, he convinces himself, whether you’re lying about knowing him or not. “Ah. Well, hang on, the system’s a bit slow,” you chuckle.

“That’s okay,” Minho shrugs. It’s actually exactly what he wants-- time, for him to ask a few simple, nonimposing questions. “So, uh, when did you start working here? I’ve been here a couple times, never saw you.”

“I actually only transferred here last month,” you answer with a smile. “I used to work at the hospital downtown, Lixie met me there.”

“Lixie, huh?” Minho attempts at a smile, but you don’t know him well enough to see that it’s fake. “That’s cute. You guys are close? Did you help him there or something?”

You shake your head, typing something into the computer despite the loading screen. “No, actually, I was a patient at the time. I had amnesia,” you sigh, tapping your fingers on your chin. 

Minho raises his eyebrows. His heartbeat is quickening-- depending on when you had amnesia, it’s a possible explanation for whatever’s happening. “Amnesia. That’s tough. Uh, how’d you get it? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t mind,” you smile, turning back to him. “It was about two years ago, I think. I got in a car crash, but I got lucky. My cousin was with me, so the doctors knew my name and all my essential information. It would’ve been a lot worse if I didn’t know who I was, you know?”

He opens his mouth to ask another question, but he feels an arm slide around his neck. It’s Hyunjin, apparently escaped from the confines of Jisung’s tiny room. “Hi, Y/N,” he greets. “Are we any closer to those results?”

“Just about,” you exhale, standing up. “They’re printing, I’ll go get those for you guys.”

As soon as you’re out of earshot, Hyunjin murmurs, “Chan hyung told me what’s up. So, you think it’s her?”

“I don’t think,” Minho hisses. “I know. She said she got in a car crash and had amnesia two years ago, and it matches up with why she doesn’t recognize me. She still knows her name because of her cousin, and- it’s her, Hyunjin. It has to be.”

Hyunjin hesitates, apparently not as convinced as the older boy. “But if she was with her cousin, wouldn’t she know about you? I mean, if it was me, I’d tell my cousin about the guy she just broke up with.”

Minho almost answers, but you’re back, sliding a file across the table. “Get that to Jisung, okay?” you grin, sitting back down. “And come find me if you need something else. Nice talking to you, Minho.”

Snatching the file away, the younger boy guides Minho back to the room. “Hey. If you really think it’s her,” Hyunjin says softly before opening the door again, “go for it. You still have the texts saved, don’t you? Show her. Even if you can’t help her remember, you’ll get your closure.”

Quietly, Minho shakes his head. “I- I can’t. Even if she never broke up with me-- which isn’t possible-- I can’t know that she’s still here, still alive, and that she’ll never remember me.”

Hyunjin reaches over to shake Minho and argues, “But she hasn’t changed. If she loved you once, she can love you again, okay? Just... just try. For yourself.”

Before he can debate Hyunjin again, Seungmin opens the door with a fake scowl. “Hey, what took you so long?”

“Asshole,” Minho frowns back, glad for something to argue about. Seungmin’s always the perfect one to bicker with, his eye rolls as he backs away to let the two boys in the perfect way to rile Minho up. “Hey, don’t you roll your eyes at me!”

For all of his friend’s glances at him, glances that he lets slip by as he ruffles Jisung’s hair rougher than necessary, Minho can admit to himself that he won’t approach you again, at least not for the purpose of finding out what truly happened. It’s difficult, but he can even admit to himself why he wont.

He’s scared. Terrified, even, that he’ll only find out what he knew all along.

You’re good with faces.

It’s kind of a requirement to be a receptionist; after all, nothing makes people happier than being remembered, even if it’s something as simple as being recognized without an introduction while arriving to physical therapy. Besides, after struggling to get back to your normal life for two years, your biggest fear is to lose your memories again.

So when Jisung gets driven to physical therapy a week after you meet his friends, you instantly recognize his driver.

“Minho,” you smile, waving at him. He flushes for some reason, and you stifle a chuckle at the tint of pink in his pale cheeks. He’s cute; your first meeting just put you off a bit. “How’re you doing?”

“Don’t I get a greeting?” Jisung pouts, pushing through with his crutches. He’s joking, of course, so you only laugh fondly. “Well, you know why I’m here.”

You check him in with a nod, and call out after Minho, “You don’t have to stay with him for PT, you know. It’s going to be boring, you can come back out after helping him inside.”

Minho laughs, “Thanks for the tip. I’m definitely not staying with him, I’ll be right out.” Jisung’s protests follow them down the hall, and you return to your keyboard with a soft chuckle.

It’s true that after your first encounter with Minho, you wondered whether there was something about your life before the accident that Dahyun didn’t tell you. But your phone broke in the car wreck, and there must’ve been things that you didn’t tell your cousin. 

However, in the back of your mind, you can still hear the way Minho said your name. ‘Y/N’, he had breathed, so desperately. You had to have been important to him, too important for you to have never told anyone about him, but when he comes out of Jisung’s room, you assume the role of the friendly receptionist once again.

“Hey,” you wave. “Just so you know, Jisung’s scheduled for a full hour. I’m clocking out for the day in a couple minutes, but you can have him text you when he’s done so you can pick him up. I have to get going, I need to eat before I get on the tram, and it’s a long walk from here.”

Minho raises his eyebrows, shuffling his feet. “You’re clocking out?” At your nod, he clears his throat and offers, “If you haven’t eaten yet, I can drive you to the tteokbokki place near the tram station? I can drop you off, I won’t stay with you if you aren’t comfortable.”

You laugh at his awkwardness, though he’s charismatic enough to make it simply cute. “That would be great, actually. Just give me a second.” While you’re gathering your things, Minho shuffles aside, staring outside to the parking lot as if it’s genuinely interesting, and you crack a smile when you approach him. “Hey. I’m good to go.”

“Let’s go, then,” he smiles, and opens the door for you. The more you see of him, the more familiar he feels-- it really is as if you’ve met him before. Even his car feels like you recognize it, the steady thrum of the engine and the feel of worn leather beneath your fingertips something that you can’t quite put your finger on. Minho doesn’t speak much, though he puts on some music that feels vaguely familiar to you, some boy rapping over a simple beat.

Before you know it, you’ve arrived at the station, and it barely takes a couple minutes to walk down to the tteokbokki place. For some reason, you feel comfortable around Minho, safe, like you’ve felt with Felix and all his friends that you’ve met so far. Maybe the Australian boy attracts all the good people, you smile to yourself, or maybe you do.

“I’ll pay, what do you want?” Minho offers and takes his wallet out. Though you move to protest, he smiles and holds up a hand, “I insist. You’ve had to deal with me this much already, it’s the least I can do. Besides, you’ll be seeing me a lot, with Jisung’s PT.”

You can only agree and watch him rattle off your order to the cashier. Minho’s smile is almost the same for everyone, his eyes curving and his teeth bright, but it’s the eyes that make the difference. It’s interesting. “Are you the only one of Jisung’s friends who can drive?”

“Ah, not really. The 00 liners and Jeongin don’t have their licenses, of course,” he hums and hands his credit card over. “But Channie is busy with work all the time, and Changbin feels like Jisung bullies him. So that leaves me.”

“I see,” you exhale, following him to an empty table. “You must make quite a bit to afford a car and a parking space. What do you do?”

“Me?” Minho clarifies, even though he’s the only one you could be talking to. “I’m a dancer. Mostly a backup dancer, but sometimes I teach classes or choreograph for idols. I don’t make that much, but I drive all over Seoul, so I thought a car would be a good investment.”

“Not a bad decision,” you smile. “Especially since you saved me the walk over here. You know that every time you drive Jisung over, I’ll be forcing you to give me a ride, right?”

You’re joking, of course; you barely know Minho. But something about your tone changes the glance in his eyes, and his grin fades the slightest bit. Suddenly, he moves towards his bag. “C- can I show you something?”

“Sure,” you shrug. “As long as it’s not... you know.”

“You’ve got jokes,” Minho mumbles, digging through the pockets for his phone. “I like that.”

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, slightly heightened by his frantic scrolling. You greet and thank the ahjussi who brings you your food, still waiting for him to show you. Before he does, though, Minho looks up with a hesitant expression. “Y/N. Whatever I say, you can’t be alarmed, okay?”

“I can’t make that promise,” you shake your head, “but I’ll do my best.”

He inhales-- then exhales. “Your name is Y/N Y/L/N. You were born on _ _/ _ _/ _ _ _ _, and you were born here. You attended college at Seoul University, though you’ve probably forgotten your major. Your parents’ names are __ Y/L/N and __ Y/L/N, and your cousin is Kim Dahyun.”

Instantly, you bolt out of your seat, ready to run. “H-how do you know that?” Your voice shakes, and your eyes dart from Minho to the booth. He doesn’t look like a threat-- in fact, he looks pained, biting down on his lip before sliding his phone across the table. “What is that?”

“Just take a look.”

When you gingerly slide your eyes to the screen, you gasp; it displays what you assume to be an old photo of you-- and Minho. You remember Dahyun showing you pictures of yourself with that hairstyle-- high school, she said-- but you definitely don’t remember seeing any pictures with Minho. He’s unmistakable even in the uniform, and you’re laughing at him in a way that suggests what you’ve suspected since meeting him-- you were close, to say the least. “We were... friends?” you whisper, barely daring to meet his eyes. When he shakes his head, you lower your fist, previously held up to punch, and say softly, “We loved each other. Like that.”

“Yeah,” Minho sighs, taking his phone back. “By the way, does the date 5/19 ring a bell to you?”

“It was the day I woke up,” you answer. Suddenly, your throat is too tight to swallow, and you take your place next to him cautiously. “They... they told me I’d never get my memories back that day. What does it mean to you?”

Minho bites his lip and hands you his phone again. “It was the day you broke up with me.”

"Lee Minho,” you read aloud, “we need to break up. Ouch, that does not sound like me.”

He winces but tries to play it off with a chuckle, “Yeah, I know. I had to read that.”

“We have dated for years, but we...”

You frown and shake your head, scrolling through the text again even though you’re sure that you didn’t miss anything. “The wording, the phrasing... it doesn’t sound like me.” But that’s you on the profile picture, the exact photo of you that Dahyun showed you to gain your trust that first day in the hospital. You raise your head to look at Minho, who’s still staring at you. “This is fucked up.”

“You’re telling me,” he sighs, plucking his phone away. “I tried to text you back after this, tried to call you, but you never picked up. I did all I could, but I watched you leave. So... I think you understand why I was so desperate when I saw you.”

“I think I do,” you say, with your voice soft. It makes sense, now, why Minho looked like he was seeing a ghost when he caught that first glimpse of your face. Because you were a ghost, at least to him, somehow back from the dead in the lobby of the tiny hospital you worked in. “They told me my phone was dead. That’s why I didn’t have any of my old contacts, or my information.”

Minho fills your silence. “And that’s why you never saw my texts, or heard my calls. I- I’m so sorry, that I blamed you at all.”

You catch his wrist and try to smile, “Hey, I don’t blame you for blaming me. It isn’t possible for me to have texted you this with a broken phone and no memories, so... whoever did text you was an asshole. You can blame them all you like.”

His eyes flick over your face, almost like he’s committing you to memory in case you become a ghost again. “Yeah.” But the alarm rings, ten minutes before the last tram home leaves, and Minho’s phone buzzes at the same time. “Um. Can... can we talk about this again? Next time I see you?”

“Of course,” you answer. Maybe you’ll regret that promise, but you know that you’ll regret it more if you never search for what actually happened. And the glow to Minho’s smile when you say ‘yes’ follows you all the way onto the tram, or more specifically, the look in his eyes.

You’d already noticed that Minho looked differently at different people. His gaze was fond at Jisung, sometimes annoyed, and his eyes crinkled in a polite smile in front of the booth workers or your fellow receptionists. You had just never been able to tell how he looked at you, because it was strange, an expression you didn’t recognize.

But staring at his newly-inputted contact on your phone, you realize what it is. Minho looks at you like he knows you inside out, like he loves you more than anything else in the world. 

And you aren’t sure which is worse.

Felix isn’t a good liar; from the first time you met, and he told you that you didn’t look horrible in that grimy hospital gown of yours, you knew that he’d never be able to keep a secret. So when you don’t know how to move forward from the whole other side of yourself that you just uncovered, he has to be the first one you talk to.

“Y/N!” He shouts your name with his hands cupped around his mouth despite only being a couple feet away from you, and he plops down onto the stool next to you. “What’s up?”

“Felix, what has Minho told you about me? Or, about Y/N?” He tenses up at the question, and you can’t blame him; you usually aren’t so direct, and it must be difficult to tell you about his friend’s secrets.

But Felix bites his lip and sighs, looks up at the ceiling as if it’ll tell him what to do. “Um, well... he said you guys were classmates. High school and college, but you only started dating when you were 17. He never showed me pictures of you, so I assumed that you hurt him really bad.” You wince at that, but motion for the Australian boy to continue. “Minho hyung... he never dated while I’ve been friends with him. We all thought it was because he was never over you, and I guess he still isn’t.”

“Well, shit,” you sigh, sinking into your hands. “I feel horrible now.”

“Why?” Felix places a gentle hand on your shoulder and shakes you lightly. “He said that you didn’t think it was you who sent the text, and Dahyun just didn’t tell you about him? It’s not your fault.”

You only shake your head hopelessly and attempt to explain, “I didn’t want to get back into this. I trusted Dahyun to tell me everything, and after 2 years, I find out that I had a boyfriend? Who I ‘broke up with’, and who I hurt really bad. I have to know now, for Minho’s sake if not for mine.”

Felix sighs, “Look, Y/N, I’m sure Minho hyung will understand if you don’t want to get into it all again. He- he loved you, but I think he knows you aren’t who used to be. I think.”

“No, Felix- he never told me that he wanted me to find the answer,” you say quietly. “I just... I can see that he’ll never be able to disassociate me with the Y/N he knew. My face, my mannerisms- Dahyun says I act the same as I used to, and that’s too painful for him if we’ll never know the truth.”

He pauses, then passes you the coffee that a barista slides across the counter. Maybe Felix doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what to tell you. But he murmurs in his familiar deep voice, “You’re kind, Y/N, but you have to think about yourself, okay? It’ll hurt Minho to not know, but it’ll hurt you to find out. And I don’t want to see either of you with a broken heart.”

The next time you see Minho, you find yourself analyzing every one of his movements, as if the tiniest hint of familiarity will bring your memories of him back to you.

You’re only drinking coffee together and trying to act like nothing else is between you, but you’re staring at his hands when he cracks his knuckles every so often. You wish that the way his lips curl into a smile was familiar, and you wish you recognized the way his eyelashes frame the brown of his eyes. But as much as you think you’ve seen something before, the fact remains that you barely know a single thing about Minho, while there’s nothing about you that you can hide from him.

It’s been years since you hated how little you remembered. Back when you first learned that the first twenty years of your life had been wasted, you screamed out for whatever all-seeing being to restore your life, and you had no idea if you could go back to the life you had been living with absolutely no memory of it.

Dahyun said she showed you everything. She brought you back to your family home, told you what she could about your parents, who hugged you with tears in their eyes. You stayed there at first, but you couldn’t handle the glances that your family made at you, couldn’t handle the way they still mourned the loss of their daughter.

You didn’t know enough about what used to be to miss it. But when you speak to Minho, you realize that there is something you would miss, something that you would want to chase. And so, you can’t know what it is.

“Y/N, you okay?” He asks, the smile still on his face from telling you about the cats you helped him pick out when he got his own place.

Shaking your head, you nod. “Yeah, sorry for zoning out. I’m just... thinking.”

“About what to do, right?” Minho takes your silence for agreement, and he turns to the window with a sigh. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking too. I shouldn’t have sprung that on you, I was selfish not to think how it would make you curious about your old self.”

“No,” you sigh. “I get it. You had to tell me, I imagine it’s still painful to see my face.”

Minho shakes his head, tilting his head as if that’ll let him see more of you. “No, it isn’t painful at all. I see you analyzing me, though, trying to recognize me.”

Heat rises to your ears, and you try to hide it by flicking your eyes away from his face. “Was I that obvious? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Minho.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugs. He cracks his knuckles again; you imagine that you used to put your hands over his to get him to stop, but you brush the thought away as fast as you can. “What do you want to do, though? It’s too difficult to stay away from each other in a town like this, especially when we have a mutual friend. But I’ll try my best to do what you want me to.”

You bite your lip and tap your hands on your knee. To be truthful, you’ve known what you wanted to do for a long time; you know exactly what you want to say, and you know who you want to say it to. “I want us to talk to Dahyun,” you answer. “I think... I can’t ask her about it. But I want to see how she reacts to seeing you.”

When he doesn’t respond, you almost move to touch his arm. “Minho? You can tell me if you don’t walk to talk to her, I won’t force you to do it.”

But he turns, tries to disguise the rueful smile on his face. He fails, of course, and you draw your hand back. “No, I... I’m sorry, that just reminded me of something. I’ll come with you.”

“Okay. I’m going to lunch with her tomorrow,” you explain, scrolling through the calendar on your phone, “and I think that’s the time. I’ll just say you’re my friend or something, and we’ll see how she reacts.”

Minho frowns, “Is it suspicious to randomly bring a friend to lunch with your cousin? Or do you do that often?”

You sigh at that and pause your scrolling to think. “No, you’re right. I think I’ll have to say you’re my boyfriend or something, then she’ll be excited to expect you.”

“Boyfriend? How do you know I’m not dating someone already?” Minho jokes. You laugh lightly and push his arm without thinking, but his smile only grows as he protests, “I’m serious! Do you not think I’d be dating someone by this time?”

“I see the way you look at me,” you chuckle, “If you were dating someone, I’d feel bad for them.”

Silence settles again, and you wince, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have... shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, should be me that’s sorry,” he mumbles, ruffling his hair. “I shouldn’t be making you uncomfortable, I know that you’re a different person at this point. Uh, could you send me the location of the restaurant? And the time?”

You recognize his attempt to change the subject, and you accept it gratefully. “Yeah. It’s noon tomorrow, but I think we should arrive together.”

“I’ll pick you up from the hospital,” he smiles, moving to crack his knuckles yet again.

Maybe it’s out of nervousness, maybe it’s just a habit, but you move to stop it this time, your hand resting gently over his. “Stop that,” you mumble to hide the heat in your cheeks. “I read somewhere that it hurts your knuckles. You’ll get arthritis.”

“You work in a hospital, you should know that that isn’t how it works,” Minho snickers, but he doesn’t move your hands off him. Strangely, this feels familiar, like you’ve done it before, like it’s always been comfortable. So you don’t move, only sip your coffee with your spare hand and try not to think about what could’ve been.

Minho opens the door for you yet again, bowing slightly when you pass through the doorway. “She’s here already, yeah?” His voice is soft when he speaks to you, and his hands in his pockets when he catches up to you again in the restaurant. He’s the picture of calmness, except for the way his eyes flick around the restaurant like he can recognize your cousin before you do. “I haven’t seen her in years.”

“She went to the same school as us, didn’t she?” you mumble, looking through your texts again for the table number Dahyun texted you. “She’s a year younger, she told me.”

“Yeah, but Dahyun hung out with us a lot,” Minho explains, “she was pretty cool. Funny, too, I don’t know if she’s showed you her eagle dance yet?”

You laugh at that, turning onto the stairs. “She has, actually. Made me laugh instead of cry. I appreciate that about her.”

Dahyun’s easy enough to recognize; her hair’s bright blue among a sea of dark-haired people seated at the tables, and she’s a good head shorter than the people who sit around her. You rush up from behind her and wrap your arms around her neck, almost putting the girl in a headlock. “Y/N,” she complains, but there’s a smile on her face as she struggles against your grip. “Get off, I’m here to see your boy--”

Her smile instantly disappears when she sees Minho, but she rearranges it quick enough to bow to him. “Hi. I’m Kim Dahyun, Y/N’s cousin.”

So she wants to play like that. You give Dahyun another squeeze before sitting next to Minho on the other side of the table. “So, this is my boyfriend, Minho. What do you think?” you joke, keeping your tone as light as you can.

“He’s cute,” Dahyun answers. Usually, she’s good at keeping a hold of herself, but her voice sounds stifled this time, like she wants to lean over and punch him in the face or something. “I... Y/N, where’d you guys meet?”

Minho steps in to answer, “At where she works in the hospital. I keep dropping my friend off for PT, and I just keep seeing her.” That part’s true, at least, though you’re surprised at how charismatic and natural Minho seems while he lies. “She told me how she started working at the hospital downtown after being treated there, so I guess that’s how I never saw her before.”

Dahyun sighs, “Do you know what she was treated for?”

“Amnesia,” he frowns, “what else? Y/N told me that when we first met.”

A beat of silence passes, and you’re almost sure that Dahyun can see right through your lies, but your thoughts are cut off when she blurts out, “You’re lying, right? Minho, I don’t know if you’re lying to Y/N or if the both of you are lying to me, but you can’t be... you can’t be telling everything about this. She broke up with you years ago.”

“We all know that’s not true,” you say softly. Maybe there’s a hint of deadliness to your tone, though, because when you lean forward, Dahyun scoots back in her chair. “You told me my phone was dead on the day I woke up, the day that the texts were sent. How could I have sent those texts, from a shattered phone, without the contact that you wouldn’t tell me?”

The blue-haired girl presses her lips together, but she says, “Y/N, I don’t know what you’re accusing me of here.”

“No one’s accusing you of anything,” Minho shakes his head. “But we have to know. What happened here?”

Dahyun’s voice is almost too quiet to hear when she finally answers, “Minho, you would’ve been wrecked. And- letting her know that she would never be able to remember you... would’ve wrecked her more.”

You can’t keep your voice from getting louder when you ask, “So?” Minho squeezes your hand and you soften before saying again, “So? What did you do, Dahyun?”

“I texted him in place of you,” she blurts, clasping her hand over her mouth. Her eyes must reflect the hurt you feel, because you lash back when she reaches for you. “I... I never told you about Minho or any of your friends. I’m sorry, Y/N, I did what I thought was best, and all these years, I didn’t know... I didn’t know how I could fix that.”

Minho says nothing close to what you think he will, and he’s nowhere near as angry as you are. “I know why you did it, Dahyun,” he says. There are tears brimming in your cousin’s eyes, and you’re sure that Minho’s doing his best not to let them spill. “But- you knew me, knew Y/N. I don’t think you should’ve made that decision for us.”

“You definitely shouldn’t have,” you almost snap. You stand, tugging Minho up with you by his hand. “I... We have to go. I just need time to think, Dahyun.”

And if you were thinking rationally, you’d never leave like that. You’d never leave a conversation half-finished, with an angry end, but you can’t concentrate about anything other than the warmth of Minho’s hand in yours as you storm out of the restaurant.

Once you are hidden in an alleyway, he holds you by your elbows, as if he’s trying to stop you from running away. “Y/N,” he says softly, “look at me.”

When you do, you’re surprised at how blurry his face is, the shadows and highlights of his face swirled together in your tears. “We know now,” Minho continues. “I know you’re hurt right now, but I just want to say that you don’t have to know what to do now. You... we have time to think about what we can say about that information.”

“Stop,” you cry out, tearing your hands out of his grip to press them to your eyes. “Stop being so good to me. I know you only remember how much you loved the old me, and we have the same face, but we aren’t the same, Minho, you don’t love me. So- you don’t have to be so good to me just because you used to--”

He pulls you into a hug. It’s a bit aggressive, and you collide with him a little harder than you would in a normal hug, but against his chest, you can hear the sobs that he stifles in case anyone’s listening. “I’m not doing this because I used to love you, Y/N. I’m doing this because I think I can love you again.”

“That’s worse!” You push him away slightly, just enough to untangle yourself and your own heart. “Minho, that’s so much worse. You- you’ll never love me, you know. You’ll never stop seeing that Y/N in me. I just. I need to think.”

For the second time in that day, you end another conversation like you never would, but you keep your head down to hide the tear tracks on your face. There’s nothing you can say without hurting someone you seriously care about, no matter how much you wish you didn’t care about either of them.

You do. God, you do, and it hurts so much.

Jisung hobbles his own way into the lobby. He’s fast on his crutches, actually, and he almost doesn’t need you rushing to open the door for him. “Hey,” you smile, though you’re sure that your eyes are still puffy under your makeup. “Alone today?”

“Hyungs are all busy,” he pouts, though he obviously doesn’t really mind. “Y/N, have you checked your email recently?”

“Uh. No?” you answer, raising your eyebrows as you guide him down the hall. “Why? Did you send me something weird?”

He moves the crutch to smack the back of your leg, grinning even when you poke him as hard as you can without literally hurting him. “No. But there’s something in there I think you’ll want to see. I’ll see you in an hour, Y/N, hopefully.”

All of Jisung’s cryptic messages leave you scowling at the closed PT door, then frowning all the way back to your desk. You click fast through your inbox and ignore all the other messages for the one at the top, the one from [email protected], entitled ‘ywb’.

It’s a video message, and when you click on it, Jisung appears. “Hi, Y/N. I’ll keep this short,” he smiles through the screen. “But this message isn’t really from me. No matter what, I want you to watch the whole thing, can you promise me that?” You nod even though he’s in a whole different room, and he flashes a thumbs up like he can see it. “Cool. Enjoy, and try not to cry.”

The screen goes black, then flashes to a girl running through the snow. But she turns, and you gasp, because it’s you-- it’s a beanie and a scarf that you still own, sitting in your closet, but it’s a smile that you have only seen in pictures. And when you see the look in your eyes, you know who has to be behind the camera, and as much as you wish you wouldn’t, you’ve promised, and you keep watching.

Because every time that the outfit and the scene changes, your smile stays the same. You only see flashes of a hand, the peal of laughter under the soft music layered over, but you know. It has to be Minho, and you almost yearn to be the person in the videos again, grinning at him like there’s nothing else you can think of.

Slowly, he starts appearing in the video too, just flashes of the two of you singing at the top of your lungs in a karaoke booth, a short clip of you squirting him right in the face with a water gun. And the smile from the video makes its way onto your face, completely unconscious as you stare at the video.

Hours could’ve passed in minutes, and you wouldn’t have known, wouldn’t break from your trance until the screen goes dark again. But this time, Minho’s face appears, his features lit by a bright desk light in the darkness of his room. “Hi, Y/N,” he says softly, running his hands through his hair. “Thank you for watching this far. Uh... I just wanted to show you those videos. Because I just deleted them.”

He hums for a second before continuing, “I realized you were right. As long as I hold on to who you used to be, I’ll never be able to truly love you right now, even though I really want to. You aren’t the same person as you were, and even though you might not think so, I want to know you right now.”

Minho’s eyes curve sweetly when he reaches for the camera and fiddles with it. He smiles, “So if you can believe me, I want to take those videos again, with you this time. I’m more than willing-- no, I want nothing more than to get to know you again. So just... call me. Whenever you see this. I don’t really trust Jisung to get this to you in time.”

You manage to laugh through the blurriness in your eyes, but you’re already moving to pick up your phone when the video ends, Minho’s hand the last thing you see on the screen. “Hello?”

“Hey.” You can hear something in the background, probably the other people in his studio, but they get quieter as Minho talks. “I guess you watched it?”

“I watched it.” You save the video to the drive always plugged into the laptop, but there’s a small smile on your face as you imagine Minho staring into the mirror of the dance room as he talks to you. “How fast can you get here?”

“Uh. It takes 5 minutes to drive to you, so you can expect me in 10,” he answers. The smile on his face is audible, and your own grin grows when he covers the mic to shout at someone. “I won’t look gross, promise. But, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” 

He ends the call before you can say anything in return, but you smile at the phone screen all the way until you poke your head around the corner to shout at Seulgi. “Hey! I’m clocking out in 10!” Maybe the grin in the video is familiar after all as you reach for your bag.

While you’ll never get your past back, there’s always the future. You will never get the perfectly fresh start you want, but it’s a start nonetheless. It’s the step towards something new that you’ve been needing, and it’s with the person that you never thought you’d find again.

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Who is in Control? - Part 2

A/N: Unedited smut because ya girl is ALWAYS thirsty for Henry Cavill. 🔥🔥🔥 Catch up on Part 1 HERE!  Masterlist

August Walker x Reader 

Also, if I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or want to be tagged; please let know!

Word Count: 2570k

Warnings: dirty filthy CONSENSUAL smut, language (Just don’t scroll past the cut if you don’t want to read smut)

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“FUCK!” Ethan slammed his hands abruptly on the table. “Damnit, we missed him. He’s gone.”

“We’ve searched nearly every smelly crevice London has to offer. We were so damn close!”

“Lane’s gotta be with him. If we hurry, we can still sniff out his tracks.”

Ethan eyed Y/N suspiciously; “Think Y/N. Where would he go next?”

Y/N scanned through every memory she could muster. Her frontal lobe throbbed as she rubbed the spot aggressively.

“Hazlitt’s! That’s where we’d go.”

“You sure?”

“I know it. 100%”

“Why there?”

“I’d read to him when we were in bed together. Hazlitt’s is a hotel. He surprised me when he actually listened one night. I was reading an autobiography about essayist William Hazlitt. He was the one to find out William had died there. My morbid curiosity found his gesture macabre yet sweet. It was his way of showing he’d cared without saying anything at all. And before you say anything ridiculing, don’t.”

“Shit, what the hell did you do to him? No wonder he’s on a damn rampage.”

Dryly chuckling, Y/N didn’t quite know how to follow up, fumbling over her fucked up feelings once again.

“It was our place where we could just be ourselves. Away from the world and constant bloodshed. No alterative motives, no plan of action, just us. If he’s as heartbroken as he’s letting on, I bet that’s where we’ll find him. Besides, who doesn’t enjoy a trip down memory lane, hm?”

“I underestimated you, Y/N. Fucking the information out of him AND tricking him into thinking it was love. You’re a fucking genius.”

She coldly glared at him, her mind already two steps ahead of Hunt pissing him off to no end.

“Seriously. When did it stop being a mission?”

“The SAC told me to keep an eye on him, make sure he stayed in line under a watchful eye. They teamed us together as an experiment. I can’t pinpoint when, it just happened Ethan. I mean we’ve worked side by side in the field for three years! THREE YEARS.”

“He’s scared of you. You’re his one weak link.”

She mulled his comment over. It was a truth she wasn’t quite ready to admit. Yes, she wanted to make him hurt but killing him was an entirely different story. She prayed her strength was hiding, just waiting to surface when called upon.

“Clock’s running. Let’s go.”

So, Y/N followed him through a skinny corridor alley getting to the car at an inhumanely speed.

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Ethan and Y/N surveyed the perimeter looking for an obtainable entrance point. The dumbfounded clerk had confirmed a Mr. Patrick Bateman checking in. Taking after his favorite character, Y/N knew what room they’d find him in. His impeccable taste for detail consistently blew her away. Room 916. No doubt in her mind. The day they met, or as he likes to better describe; the first time he ever felt noticed.

“Let me go in first. Try and reason with him.”

Irritation came off him in waves crashing nonverbally disagreeing with Y/N.

“Too dangerous. This isn’t negotiable.”

Undermining his own words Y/N spoke; “I’m not asking for permission, I’m telling.”  

Just then, the door swung open, Y/N sauntered towards a seeable back exit adjacent from Hunt’s point of sight. Walls bare of color and life lined the narrow hallway. The dimness bordered into eerie. An unknown sound skyrocketed her frenzied nerves. 913…914…915…

The garish gold numbers stood conspicuously still. Invisible weights kept her place. A knock resonated off the white dilapidated door.

Nothing. No response, not a sense of movement. Can’t fool me that easily Walker.

“I know you’re there—watching me through that stupid peephole wondering what in the literal hell I’m doing here.”

A chain clanged loose as the door astutely opened. Never had she met a man as devilishly handsome before. Towering over her 5ft7 frame, he smirked.

“Don’t give me that look. We need to talk.”

August didn’t flinch a muscle remaining inaudible. All of a sudden enigmatic emptiness consumed her.

“By all means, please come in.”

Good to see his charm and charisma hadn’t yet abandoned him.

“We both know you didn’t come alone. How long I do we have?”

“15 minutes, maybe 20 if you’re lucky. And I dare say luck isn’t on your side today. Why did you leave?”

“Getting straight to the point then my love?”

“Don’t give me that shit, Walker. I’m seriously not in the mood.”

The air conditioner hummed in the background forcing goosebumps to prickle her skin. An unexplainable chill drifted around them; a veiled noose of destruction lingering just out of sight. Y/N walked towards the window gazing up at the luminated stars. 

She’d always been fond of constellations and their profound mark on the universe. Heavy footsteps followed making their way to her. His breathe tickled along her collarbone standing mere inches away. His hands reached for hers interlacing their fingers placing a wet kiss to the exposed column of her neck.

“How far are you prepared to go?”

Her neck slanted at him in childish annoyance.

Y/N snorted; “I will go further than you. However, many weapons you’re willing to bring, I’ll bring more. However low you will go; you will never dig deeper than me. I will win, because what this will cost me in pain, I will pay. My resources are limitless, I will always outbid you, and I will never, ever back down. Am I clear?”

The seriousness in her tone amused him giggling quietly. His rebuttal was quick and brash.

“You must seriously hate the person underneath that attractive flesh of yours.”

“Already to the petty part of the evening? Always a sour puss, Auggie.”

Closing the space between them, August pinned his upper body to Y/N’s back. Her head landed powerfully on his shoulder; his fingers brushed her pulse point teasingly.

“Neither of us are getting out alive darling. Have you paid your penance? Shall we be rejoined in the afterlife or reign in hell? I do wonder.”

Ignoring him Y/N pressed further; “Where’s the plutonium? Death is but a ploy of distraction.”

“Clever girl. Reverse psychology won’t work on me, Y/N. Try again.”

His right hand wrapped entirely around her delicate neck into a light chokehold securing her in place.  

A hushed rough voice similar to a forgotten whisper slipped through; “You’re the one who has to live with your choice. Everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will.”

His left hand stroked the button of her jeans undoing them in record time. The zipper was the next offensive item to go before he shoved her pants around her wobbly knees. Paralyzed in fear, Y/N didn’t risk moving a single muscle.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Here, now, pressed against this chilled glass, exposed for the whole world? I’ll gamble just one glance from a stranger down below will get your rocks off.”

His next words terrified her; “Only I can make you feel this alive. Tell me I’m wrong.”

She fought the searing intrusion growing between her thighs. He spoke directly to her reflection like he was talking to a ghost.

A concoction of pants and grunts were the only distinguishable noise escaping Y/N. August’s hand slithered underneath her blouse groping her covered breasts. Still she didn’t move to stop him. She was putty in his glorious hands ready to be molded into whatever he needed or craved. immersed terror sent a jolt of unexplainable excitement to her core. 

Y/N cowered ashamed of her body’s biological reaction. But something in her brain told her to let him see the demon hiding in plain sight. Suddenly, Y/N reached back fisting the hair along his neck and pulled, hard.

Her behavior shifted on the cusp of absurdity. The ruthless killer long submerged had finally met her match, someone just as vile as she believed herself to be.

“You’re not the only cold-blooded asshole in the world. Hate to burst your villainous bubble.”

“I know, my darling. I’ve waited so patiently to see you in this darkened light of misery. After this, you won’t be able to go back to work without seeing every speckle of shit sprinkled before your eyes. CIA, FBI, MI6, they’re over and you my dear play a dear role in their long-awaited demise. Once you cross this line, which you undoubtfully will, Agent Y/N is dead.”

August swept her hair to one side nipping a trail along her collarbone. Her blood pressure steadied showing him she was calm, in control, and spontaneously impulsive.

Gauging his reaction, Y/N leaned into August; “I know. You’re my Hades and I’m the beloved Persephone. We’re written in destiny, baby. You and me.”

Her voice expressed a detached, cunning, and malevolent mischief. Her words made his skin crawl and cock harden. She was truly magnificent.  

“Did you know that I’ve dreamt of your blood spilling while I fucked you raw? Holding a silver tipped blade on that very neck of yours, watching the fear grow as I rode you like a wild stallion. There’s no more denying the predatory urges I desire with you, for you....to you. We could have the world at our finger tips, Auggie. Quite frankly, you don’t scare me a bit and it pisses you off.”

August bit down sinking his teeth into her peachy flesh leaving a crimson imprint in his wake. Y/N yelped; her underwear flooded with moisture. Her feet wobbled closer to the glass as August shoved her forward. With her breasts pressed against the window, she heard the fasten of his zipper undo. Her nipples hardened in response. August’s dick pressed vigorously into her ass cheeks hitting every spot but the one she wanted. A feral growl betrayed her as she pushed back in resistance.

“Mmhm, who’s the horny one now?”  

“I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my bed…”

The lace grazing her hips snapped painfully watching her panties fall to the floor.

“Ouch! Easy asshole.”

“Vile words from such a pretty mouth. Obviously, there’s lessons to still be achieved with you yet.”

“You foolish brute. You should be thanking me for covering your tracks, saving that scrumptious ass of yours. Oh, my pet…when you will realize you are the one at my disposal now?”

Finally, skin to skin August lined up with her entrance. His tip rubbed teasingly against her parted folds pushing in a few inches. His shallow thrusts only spurred her on. He didn’t dare let up on the vice grip of her hips. An unnaturally strained whimper strangled the surrounding room. Pre cum leaked from the tip stirring the aching in their bellies.

“You have no idea how disturbingly gratifying it is to have found an equal, a partner of sorts with a taste for blood and sadism.”

His mocking grew old quickly as his hands continued their firm hold.

“We put Bonnie and Clyde to shame. Pathetic for running, idiotically oblivious to their own demise that lot. They didn’t appreciate the art of murder. The true pleasure of control. No room for impulse or error. Unappreciative of valuing a method to morbid madness.”

Without a word, he sunk in Y/N in one quick push. Her hands jutted out leaving imprints along the steamed window.

“Ah, fuck Auggie.”

Again, August snapped forwards unrelenting in his cruel pace. Y/N met him each and every movement in their ferocious dance of dominance. She squeezed her pelvic muscles painstakingly tight around his cock. August’s eyes rolled to the back of his head attempting to picture anything to keep him from busting that very second.

“Hunt will be arriving soon. We can run, start anew, create chaos elsewhere without any government supervision. Say the word and I’m yours.”

Y/N barely made out his panted speech due to the pounding of blood running through her ear canals crashing like waves. She was too turned on, too lost left unable to process what August was offering instead moaning raucously loud.

Slapping of skin resonated as their ends soon approached desiring nothing more than to cum. His balls slapped against her as his cum dribbled down her inner thighs. He rammed harder causing Y/N to stumble remaining deep inside her. August halted all movements finding a pair of sapphire eyes staring into his. Y/N shifted her hips in hopes of resume.

“Fucking move, Walker. I want to cum.”

“What’s your decision; orgasm or death?”

Silence stilled; August’s patience was disappearing at an alarming rate. He rutted upwards into her forcing an exhale from her lungs.

“You embarrass yourself with the question if you didn’t already know the answer.”

Anger blinded him compelling him to rip her face towards him. In his moment of rage, August thrusted powerfully reading her body like the back of his hand. She was on the cusp of orgasming and he took full advantage of that knowledge.

Barely a whisper graced his ears; “Yes, forever yes.”

Her pussy constricted pulling him in deeper than ever before as they fucked like wild animals. Taking whatever offered succumbing closer to orgasmic ecstasy.

“Good girl.”

August stiffened bending Y/N at the waist driving violently into her dripping cunt. Not more than four thrusts later, August tensed feeling Y/N constrict around his length sending a shiver down his spine. Breathy grunts could be heard through the walls as he filled her with his sticky cum. She devoured every drop placing her hands on his ass keeping him in place at her sweet spot. Her orgasm overtook her like a summer thunderstorm on a midnight sky. 

She quivered speechless as she surrendered to his touch. This breath tickled the back of her glistening neck. Hot white emission gushed out of him painting a mural in her womb. They didn’t move from their current predicament still coming down from their highs. All too soon, August removed himself tucking himself back into his pants. Y/N stayed in place untrusting of her jelly legs.

“Shit, I needed that.” A tiny queef escaped her now drenched lips watching in awe as small spurts of his juice ran down her legs like raindrops. She swiped a finger against the white liquid sucking it dry. August felt his cock twitch in his pants wanting to fuck her all over again.

“We need to get out of here now.” Tossing her a towel, she cleaned herself observing August scramble his life remnants together.

“Where to next?”

That devilish smile she so longingly adored frighteningly arose to life, his pupils darkened at her questioning nature, before reaching his hand towards hers. She accepted interlocking their fingers as one. In two seconds, time, August pulled her into his grasp kissing her in passionately. Their kiss was messy, vile, and monstrous. Y/N already craved another round but knew better than to push. After all, they were on a time constraint.

“India. We’re off to India my dove.”

“I hear their Murg Makhani is quite delectable.”

“I have a friend in Kashir but we must move quickly. We need something to knock Hunt off our scent.”

“I’ve just the idea.”

Just one glance was all it took for August to read her mind effortlessly.

“By all means lead the way.”

A wickedly foul smirk scrabbled to the surface, unearthed from a long-sealed lockbox.

“You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.…”

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[fallatyourfeet]

Sweet Arthur

(Arthur Shelby x Reader)

Summary: You and Arthur have been together for a little while now, but still, he can't believe his good fortune.

Word count: 914

Warnings: None really. Maybe some angst.

A/N: Okay, so I don't know what happened here. I started with just fluff and sentiment in mind, but something happened about half the way through. Maybe it had something to do with the few glasses of whiskey under my belt... I'm not sure. But I hope it makes sense... maybe I should have waited until I could proof read it in the morning before I posted. Oh well... fingers crossed it works.

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This piece was inspired by the lovely @a-libra-writes. Her sweet SFW Alphabet on Arthur just made this idea pop into my head. Please go check out her work, it's great and she is a sweetheart too.

Releasing a long sigh of contentment, Arthur opened his eyes and looked up to you. The feeling of your fingers running through his hair as he lay stretched out on the couch, his head resting comfortably in your lap, was almost hypnotising. Each gentle touch, sending shivers of release across the worked up muscles of his shoulders... Shoulders that were wound so tight when he walked through the door that evening, they felt as if the slightest movement would snap them. Reaching over the back of his head, he placed his palm to the side of your face, his long fingers tangling softly within your hair, his voice rough and yet surprisingly tender. “I’m a lucky man, (YN). I don’t know what I did to deserve ya, but whateva it was... I’m glad I did it?”

Giving a little sigh yourself, you smiled the most perfect smile, a beautiful balance of both charmed and bashful sentiment, your lovely eyes reflecting the amber flames that flickered and crackled in the fireplace. Leaning down, your warm soft lips somehow reached his forehead, giving him a lingering kiss that had another sigh of contentment passing his lips. When you sat back up, you spoke, and if your voice and eyes hadn't been so sincere, he would have disagreed with you. “Oh Arthur... you really can be the sweetest man... you must give yourself more credit.”

Arthur closed his eyes again, his hand leaving the side of your face to grab yours which sat idly upon his chest. Wrapping every available finger around your hand, he lifted it to his mouth... kissing every fingertip with tender lips. With a small shake of his head, he placed it back to his chest, holding it against the beat of his heart, his head filled with only sweet thoughts of you.

Arthur knew he was the high maintenance one in your relationship and it only made him love you more. The fact that you put up with all his bullshit was a constant source of wonder for him. Well, that wasn’t exactly true... it was more the fact that you knew exactly how to deal with his bullshit, that brought wonder... not only to him, but the rest of the family too. You had this way of making him see sense and calming him down, even when his usually uncontrollable rage took control. You made it very easy for him to love you and every day since the moment you waltzed into his life, he found himself counting his blessings to the almighty lord above.

It was true, that since the pair of you had been together, no other man even dared look your way... he offered you a level of protection from unwanted advances that you had never experienced before. And those advances were plentiful... because, well... you were stunning, but since the first day you walked around Small Heath by his side, your arm entwined with his, those advances quickly dried up... and you adored him for it. But any protection he offered you, paled in comparison to the protection you offered him. Of course, it wasn’t the same iron fisted protection of a peaky blinder... you were far too sweet, gentle and kind hearted for that. Now, Arthur was the first to admit that the inside of his head ran on a very delicate balance. And it was your constant, even and unwavering presence that kept that very delicate balance from collapsing... seemingly with no real effort on your behalf... it was just you being you. It was this level of protection Arthur could never imagine existed and he doubted... no, he knew, any amount of love, fine dresses or hats, necklaces or rings could repay you for everything you had given him. And with each passing day with you by his side, he found a small lost piece of his broken head and heart... tiny fragments he thought he left scattered behind on the battlefields of France forever... tiny pieces found and returned that made him feel just a little more whole with every new day.

Swinging his legs off the side of the couch, Arthur sat up, all his sweet thoughts of you suddenly transforming with a burning need for closeness. Consuming him with the need to kiss you and to have your body as close as physically possible. Reaching over he grabbed you around the waist, lifting you with ease, straddling you across his lap, his lips pressing against yours with insatiable urgency, leaving the both of you breathless as his fingers worked at the buttons on the back of your dress. In his breathlessness, his hands slipped beneath your lace bodice underneath, his appetite for you only increasing as his touch brought a wave of little bumps across the soft skin of your back, your murmurs of pleasure only feeding it more. And as he stood up with you now straddled around his middle, he spoke between kisses as me made his way down the hall. “You're a good woman (YN), far too good for the likes of me. But while you'll ave me, I'm gonna take everthin’ you're happy to give.”

Tilting your head back to see his eyes, you grabbed his face between your hands, your fingertips rubbing tenderly against his stubble, your words filling his heart with profound and immeasurable contentment. “Arthur, oh, my sweet Arthur, I'm here for the long haul... Now, please just stop talking and get me to the bedroom.”

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