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persephonewritessometimes · 1 year

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Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader

Where after months ( cuz shes new n young working there)they cant také anymore their attraction to each other.

Key sentences: Hotch: I’m old enough to be your father. R: Should I call you Daddy then?

Smut n fluff

Please

Author's Note: oooo thank you for this request anon!! thinking many thoughts, head very full

Summary: It's no secret that you have a thing for your boss - a man 25 years your senior. What happens when he reveals he has feelings for you too?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 5108 (i got carried away hehe)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! UNDER 18? PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING! SMUT; DADDY KINK; SIR KINK; OVERSTIMULATION; MULTIPLE ORGASMS; UNPROTECTED P IN V (don't be like them y'all, stay safe); DOM!HOTCH, SUB!READER; READER IS HORNY; FINGERING; ORAL (F RECEIVING) reader gets distracted by Hotch's hands, pining, confession of feelings, reader blacks out from cumming really hard; Hotch calls reader "good girl, princess, baby"; Morgan is a cheeky bastard (as per usual)

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“Y/N, you're staring, again," Morgan says with a chuckle and I quickly find somewhere else to look that isn't our section chief. Which I was definitely not having rated-R thoughts about.

"Shut up, Morgan," I mutter.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" I turn and stare at him now, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Sure, why don't I just tell a much older man that every time I look at him, I feel weak in the knees and sweaty? That would really go over well." I say, sarcastically.

"We're getting tired of watching you eye-fuck him, Y/N." Emily sighs, jumping into the conversation.

"It's getting kind of pathetic at this point," Morgan adds and I smack him on the shoulder.

"You guys are being mean. Let me pine in peace."

"Y/N, none of us are at peace when you start acting like a dog in heat every time Hotch walks in the room. It's genuinely hard to watch." Morgan shoots back, grinning at me. I feel my cheeks grow hot at his brazen comment. "Just put us out of our misery and get laid for once, damn." I feel my cheeks growing even hotter.

"He - he doesn't like me like that." I'm tripping over my words, embarrassed that everyone can see what's clearly written by my body language when Hotch is around.

"Y/N, sweetie, you're smart, but sometimes you're an idiot," Emily says kindly. "He likes you."

"Trust us, we know," Morgan adds.

"How?" I say and cross my arms over my chest.

"Really? Okay. Whenever he's giving a briefing and you're standing next to him, his body gravitates towards yours, you're the first person he looks for in every room, Y/N, two weeks ago on that case in Charleston he almost throttled the officer that merely tried to flirt with you."

"Wait, that officer was flirting with me?" I've only been here a few months, so I haven't learned how to read people as well as him yet.

"Oh my god, she actually is an idiot." Morgan groans. "Yes! He always got you coffee refills without asking, offered you the first pick of the donuts, and gave you, and only you, a very thorough tour of the precinct. He was trying to impress you." He looks at me closely. "How the fuck did you get this job?" I shrug.

"Impeccable academic record?" I suggest timidly, and he snorts.

"Just pay attention to Hotch. More than you are already. You'll see."

"He's old enough to be my dad," I say.

"Why do I have the feeling that only fuels your fantasies?" Morgan mutters. "I'm done with this conversation. Either you tell him, Y/N, or I will."

"MORGAN!" He just throws his hands up in the air giving me an exasperated look. "Em? A little back up here?"

"As much as I hate to agree with Morgan, he has a point. It’s kind of hard to focus on work when we all know what’s going on except for you two. I mean this in the nicest way possible, but just say something, for the sake of everyone who has to be in a room with you guys. I could cut the tension between you two like a knife.” She gives me a small smile.

“I- I’m just nervous. What if you guys are wrong?” She places her hand over mine.

“We’re not wrong, Y/N. We even asked Reid to weigh in and he agrees with us. Just say something.” I frown and head back to my desk, needing to be alone with my thoughts for a while. I’m deep in a stack of paperwork when Hotch calls the team into a meeting. I sigh, set my pen aside, and make my way into the boardroom. I’m on high alert, due to Morgan’s comment, and as I step into the room, I glance at Hotch to find him already looking at me. He looks away quickly and I watch as the tips of his ears turn pink. Oh my god, they were right.

I’m hyper-aware of him the whole meeting, so much so that I barely heard a word he was saying.

“Y/N? Are you paying attention?” Hotch asks, looking at me.

“Uh, yes, sir.” I blurt out in a panic. I wasn’t expecting him to directly address me.

“YES SIR?” Morgan hollers. “That’s a new one.” Even Em is hiding a smile behind her hand. Hotch glares at him.

“Don’t tease her, Morgan. Y/N, please pay attention.”

“I will, sorry Hotch.” He just nods and goes back to what he was saying. I tried to pay attention I really did but I found myself watching his hands as he talked. He gestures at the screen, then to something in the paper he had given us, then puts his hand on his hip. His fingers are so thick I wonder if two would even fit inside of me. I’m thinking about him fingering me on his desk, pussy splayed and dripping for him, and I shift in my seat, feeling the wetness in my panties. Dammit, Y/N, don’t get carried away.

“Y/N, seriously,” Hotch sighs a few minutes later and I’m dragged from my dirty daydream. “I need you to pay attention or leave. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Morgan whispers with a grin. I glare at him.

“I’m trying to pay attention, I swear.”

“Are you sick? You look a bit warm, why don’t you step out for a few minutes.” I just nod, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “And I want to see you in my office when we’re done with this meeting.” I nod again and feel my stomach drop to my ass in nervousness. I quickly walk out of the room and am pacing when the door opens up and Morgan walks out, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What the hell were you thinking about in there?” He whispers, then pauses, “Actually, I’m not sure I want to know.”

“Just leave me alone, Morgan. I’m embarrassed enough already.” I say quietly.

“Oh, baby girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you too much. You’re just an easy target. If it helps any, Hotch was downright flushed after you left. He stumbled over his words. Twice. I’ve never seen him that flustered. It’s like he knew what you were thinking about.” He nudges me with his shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, okay?”

“You’re not the one who has to face him in his office,” I grumble.

“Well, just make sure you guys close the blinds.”

“MORGAN! Shut up!” He’s laughing as he walks away. JJ and Em shoot me sympathetic smiles as they walk by and Reid pats me on the shoulder. Hotch doesn’t say a word as he walks out of the boardroom, and I diligently follow him to his office.

“Take a seat.” He says, gesturing at the chair and my eyes follow his hand again. Y/N! Stop! That’s what got you in trouble in the first place! I quickly take a seat, clasping my hands in my lap. “Now do you want to tell me why you were so distracted today?” He asks, looking at me. I feel the heat creep up my chest and onto my cheeks.

“I-um-no. No, I don’t.” He raises an eyebrow at that.

“Really? Because Morgan seems to have an idea. Maybe I should go ask him what he thinks.”

“No!” I blurt out. “Sorry. It’s just…embarrassing.” He just looks at me and I sigh before whispering, “Your hands. I was distracted by your hands.”

“My…hands?” He says slowly.

“Yes, sir, I mean Hotch, sorry. I know it’s not appropriate and I apologize.”

“What is it about my hands?” He asks, his voice low and in a tone that makes my heartbeat travel down to my pussy. I shift in my seat, a movement that most likely does not go unnoticed by him. “Y/N. Look at me.” I take a shaky breath and look up at him, all rational thoughts leaving my head when I see that his cheeks are pink, and his pupils are so blown I can barely see the brown. “What is it. About my hands.” He enunciates every word.

“They’re big,” I whisper.

“And what does that make you think about?”

“Please don’t make me say it.”

“No, no I want to hear you say it.”

In the smallest voice possible I say, “I was wondering if your fingers would even fit in me.” I hear him take in a sharp breath. “What it would feel like to be spread out on your desk with - with your fingers inside of me.”

“Careful, Y/N, you’re walking a thin line.” He murmurs.

“Haven’t I crossed it already, sir?”

“I’m old enough to be your father.” He says, words clipped. I get a sudden burst of confidence and stare him down.

“Should I call you Daddy, then?” I ask sweetly. I watch as he tightens his jaw.

“Watch your mouth, little girl. You don’t want to see how mean Daddy can get.”

“And what if I want to find out, Daddy?” I watch as his nostrils flare and he takes a deep breath.

“That’s enough, Y/N.” He spits out and I still, and fear that I’m about to lose my job to ill-timed arousal. My breath hitches as he leans back in his chair, eyes carefully watching me. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Whatever you’d like to, sir,” I say simply and I watch his jaw tick again.

“Listen to me very carefully. We are going to go downstairs, you are going to gather your things, and you are not going to say a single word. I’m going to tell everyone that you’re not feeling well enough to drive, so I’m taking you home.” I swallow hard, not believing that this is actually happening right now. “Do you understand?” I nod quickly. “I need to hear you say you understand. Or else this stops now, and we don’t speak of it again.”

“I understand completely, sir.”

“Good girl.” He says in a low voice and a whimper escapes me before I can shove it down. He stiffens. “Do you like that? Hearing that you’re a good girl?” My pussy clenches around nothing, begging to be filled.

“Yes, Daddy.” He hums, getting up quickly and my mouth goes dry when I see the tented fabric of his pants. He shrugs off his suit jacket and slings it over his forearm and in front of his body, effectively hiding his raging boner. He walks over to me, and I hastily get up from the chair, and he grabs my arm, gripping it just hard enough to keep me grounded and lucid despite the lust-filled thoughts in my head. He yanks open his office door and we make our way down the stairs. I keep my head down as we approach my desk, the bullpen so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Y/N isn’t feeling well. I’m driving her home.” Hotch says, letting go of my arm so I can grab my jacket and purse. I glance at him, nodding that I have everything, and he grabs my arm again, and we hastily walk towards the elevator.

“GO EASY ON HER, HOTCH!” Morgan shouts, and I hear Em laugh.

“Shut up, Morgan.” Hotch growls over his shoulder, and I glance back at Morgan, who mouths ‘Good luck’ at me. “Don’t look at him. The only person you should be looking at is me, princess.” We get in the elevator, and he pushes the button so hard I think that he’s going to break the damn thing.

“Jesus, what’s got you so riled up?” I say sweetly, not caring that I’d probably pay for that question later. I just want to see him snap, lose that carefully cultivated control and unleash himself on me. He turns on me in a second, caging my body between the wall of the elevator and the hard planes of his body. He grabs my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.

“Watch yourself. I’d hate for you to get into something you can’t handle.”

“I can take whatever you throw at me, sir.” He laughs.

“Yeah, right, princess. Keep talking a big game – we’ll see how far that gets you.”

“Well, it got me here, didn’t it?”

“Right where you wanted, I presume?” He asks, tilting his head and there’s nothing friendly in his eyes. I just nod, sucking in a breath when he pushes his body closer to mine and his hard-on is pressing into my thigh. “Before this goes further: green for go, yellow for slow down, red for hard stop, no questions asked. Do you understand?” I nod, and he raises his eyebrows.

“I understand!” I blurt out.

“Good.” He suddenly dips his head down, nose bumping into mine as we share the same breaths for a few seconds. “I’m going to ruin you.” He whispers onto my lips, not quite kissing me.

“Please. Ruin me, Daddy,” I whisper and he’s kissing me as soon as the last word is out of my mouth. It’s overwhelming, the way he kisses, stealing all the air from my lungs in a millisecond. I gasp when the hand from my chin drops to my chest, reaching into my dress shirt and under my tank top to tweak my right nipple. He takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, tasting me. The elevator dings and his hand disappears from my shirt and his lips retreat. I whine at the sudden loss of contact, as we had just gone from 100 miles an hour to 0 miles an hour.

“I know, princess, I’m sorry. You don’t want Daddy to get caught, do you?” I shake my head vigorously and he chuckles, escorting me to his car, and opens the passenger door for me, ever the gentleman. He gets in and starts the car as I buckle my seatbelt. He backs out of the parking spot, placing one hand on the back of my headrest and I suck in a sharp breath. He glances at me. “Really? You’re turned on by my driving?”

“I can’t help it. I’m sorry.” I breathe out, not daring to look at him. My cheeks are warm, and I feel frazzled. I jump when his hand comes to rest on my thigh, dangerously close to where I want him. I shift my hips, trying to get him closer to where I need him. He smacks my thigh abruptly.

“Don’t do that. You can wait.” He says gruffly.

“I can’t. I can’t wait.” I gasp out. “Please. Please touch me. I need you. Please, sir, I’ll do anything.”

“I’ll oblige you, but only because you begged so prettily. I like it when you sound desperate. One rule though: no cumming without my permission.” His hand slips under my skirt and I thank god that this was one of the rare days I decided to wear one. His fingers ghost over my cunt, the lightest touch and my breathing is already starting to labor. When his fingers press my clit from outside my panties my hips buck into the air. “Someone’s responsive.” He says, more to himself than me. His fingers trail lower, and he groans when he feels the wet spot. “Already this wet for me, princess?”

“Only for you, Daddy.” I whimper when he pushes my panties to the side, hand now free to touch as he pleases. His fingers come up to tease my clit again before one deftly slips inside of me. I let out a choked sound, tight around him. Just one finger feels thick, and when he slips in another finger I keen, tightening again.

“Jesus, you’re tight.” He curls his fingers and hits that spot inside of me that I struggle to hit by myself. I gasp, hand closing around his wrist, and I don’t know if I’m trying to stop him or egg him on. He continues to work his fingers in me as he drives and I’m not sure how he’s managing to stay on the road. I know I should reciprocate but the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of me has made every thought I’ve ever had flee my brain. After a few minutes, my thighs start to shake and I’m panting, so close to a mind-blowing orgasm that I forget he told me I can’t cum without his permission. His fingers slip out of me seconds before I hit my peak.

“NO!” I shout, shaking in the passenger seat, sitting in a small puddle of my own arousal. I hope it stains his impeccable leather seats.

“Only good girls get to cum, and you haven’t been a good girl today, baby,” He says, “Open.” I open my mouth and he slips the fingers he just had inside of me into my awaiting mouth. I suck his fingers off earnestly, just like I would to his cock if he gave me the chance. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and I realize he’s parked the car in his garage. Is this really happening? I think to myself. “Color?” He asks me, turning my face so I can look into his eyes. I could get lost in his eyes.

“Green,” I say quickly.

“Good girl,” He whispers and meets my mouth in a messy kiss full of tongue, need, and teeth.

I don’t know how we made it inside, but as soon as I cross through the doorway, Hotch throws me over his shoulder, and I shriek. He carries me to the bedroom, dropping me on the bed. I’m paralyzed as I watch him rip his tie off, dress shirt following soon after. He’s beautiful, and I want to run my hands all over him and feel every scar. My eyes are tracing his chest and ever the profiler, he notices.

“You can touch. It’s okay.” He walks over to me, planting himself between my legs. I timidly touch his stomach, trailing my hands up his abdomen, running my fingers along his scars in quiet admiration. He suddenly takes my hand, kissing it, a break in the dominant façade. I give him a soft smile, one that has always been reserved for him, and his breath hitches in his chest. His hands cup my face, looking into my eyes, and I’ve never felt safer than I have at this moment. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch, my hands resting on his wrists. It feels like we’re the only people in the world, two souls destined to collide. His next kiss is gentle as if he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, but he tosses his resolve out the window when I bite his bottom lip. He growls, pushing me onto my back and stepping out of his pants and boxers. I push myself up on my elbows to watch him and gasp when he’s revealed to me completely. He’s big. Bigger than I’ve had before. I knew it would be big because of his damn hands. “You’re far too dressed for my liking.” He mutters, and the next moment he actually rips my shirt off of me, buttons flying everywhere.

“HOTCH!” He stops, looking at me.

“Try again, sweetheart.”

“Sorry. Daddy.”

“Much better. And Daddy will buy you a new one, okay?” I nod, suddenly unable to think as he slides off my tank top and unclasps my bra. My nipples are aching to be touched and as if he can read my mind, his head dips down to take my left nipple in his mouth. I suck in a breath, my hand coming to rest on the back of his head. His tongue laves over my nipple, and I swear I see God for a moment. He moves to the other side and my cunt is begging for attention. He slides my skirt and panties off without once leaving my chest. And when I’m naked before him, he kisses his way up my throat, leaving hickeys that will definitely be hard to hide.

“Daddy, people will see.”

“And? They should know whom you belong to.” He says plainly, he leans back, admiring my form and my hips jump up on their own accord, grazing his weeping tip in the process.

“Fuck, princess, don’t do that.”

“Please, please, please, Daddy, I need you so bad.”

“Daddy has to make sure you’re ready for him. I don’t know if my fat cock will fit in your tight little pussy.” I whimper at his words, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. He slides down my body, pressing kisses into my skin as he goes until he gets on his knees, dragging me towards the edge of the bed. He slings both of my legs over his shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss into my thigh. “Your pussy is dripping for me, princess. Can I taste it?”

“Please,” I manage to whisper, and I watch as his head dips down and he licks up my pussy. He groans against my clit when he tastes me, and I shout in surprise at the added stimulation. He chuckles against me and goes to work, tongue thrusting shallowly in me before coming up to tease my clit. He’s getting me closer to the edge and when I feel two of his fingers slide into me easily, I sigh contentedly. He finds the spongy spot inside of me with ease, hitting it every time he thrusts his fingers into me. I’m hurtling towards my peak when I gasp out, “Daddy, please, I’m close, can I cum? Please? I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Your good girl.” His eyes flick up and he watches me, never stopping, and watches as my abdomen tenses and I start to clench around his fingers, panting. He pulls his mouth away from me just long enough to whisper,

“You can let go, princess.” And resumes his torturous pace on me. My hand shoots down to grip his hair and a few seconds later my orgasm rips through me. I shout loudly, hips moving with abandon against his face, and he doesn’t let up, continuing to lick and finger me through it until I’m twitching with overstimulation.

“Daddy, please, too much.”

“You wanted to cum, princess, so you’re going to cum until I’m done.” He growls and goes back to eating me out. I had no time to come down from my first orgasm and my body is already sprinting full speed ahead toward my second. My thighs clench around his face but it doesn’t stop him. He stills his fingers inside me and simply presses them into my G-spot, never letting up, just putting constant pressure on it.

I’m babbling at this point, nothing coherent coming from my lips except for ‘daddy’ and ‘please’. My orgasm blindsides me and I clench hard around his fingers and scream, not caring if anyone can hear me. My vision goes spotty as I continue to cum until he finally slips his fingers out and I feel like I can breathe again. I’m gasping for air as his touch trails along my hips.

“Still with me, pretty girl?” I nod still gasping. “Color?”

“Green, green, green.” I pant out quickly and he chuckles. He gives me a few more seconds to come down, tracing gentle patterns into my sides and he kisses me once my breathing slows. I pull away to bite my way down his neck, leaving my own marks on him. “Daddy, need you inside me, please.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for me, princess?”

“Yes! Yes! So ready! Please just fuck me!”

“Okay, let me grab a condom.”

“No!” I shout, grabbing his shoulders. “I’m clean. Please, I want to feel you. Just you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” He says, kissing the tip of my nose. I watch as he pumps himself a few times and lines up with my entrance. He pushes in, just barely, and stays there until I’m begging him to push the rest of the way in.

“Please, Daddy, I want to feel full. I feel so empty.” He sheathes himself in me in one quick motion and I gasp. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper onto his lips.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re so goddamn tight.” He’s still above me, and I can see his shoulders shaking in restraint. “You feel like heaven.”

“Please move, please. Let go, I can take it.” I whisper, peering into his eyes and he pulls out a little bit to thrust shallowly. He swallows my moan with his lips, kissing me with the fervor of a man starved. He starts off at a slow pace and despite being sensitive from my previous two orgasms, I need more. I dig my nails into his shoulder. “Please, for the love of God, fuck me. Hard. Please. I can take it. All of it.” He looks at me hard, searching for any hesitation, but his dick is literally inside of me, so there’s no hesitation on my part. I nod up at him and he leans down to kiss me as he starts to set a brutal pace. His hips are slamming against mine and when I shift my hips up to meet his thrusts he hits my G-spot with every thrust. “SHIT!” I shout, the words quickly turning into a loud moan as his thumb comes down to flick at my clit. I’m shaking with arousal, and I can feel his balls slap against my ass with how hard he’s fucking me.

“Come on, pretty girl, I know you’ve got one more in you. Give it to Daddy. I want to feel you cum around my cock.” There are no thoughts in my head anymore, everything in me has zeroed in on the feeling of him literally fucking me into the mattress. “You look so pretty fucked out like this, bet you can’t think of anything but my cock inside of you, huh?” I nod and he laughs, kissing me hard. He leans back just enough to change the angle by shifting my calf onto his shoulder. He thrusts, hard, and I whimper. “You make such pretty sounds when I’m fucking you.” He picks up the pace again, moving his thumb on my clit in tight circles. I let out a broken moan as he hits just the right spot inside of me, and he takes note of it, hitting the same spot repeatedly, thumb keeping its pace on my clit. It’s overwhelming and I know that this orgasm is going to ruin other men for me. No one can do it like him. “Y/N,” his voice is low, “Look at me, baby, I want to watch you fall apart.” I drag my eyes open and look at him with dazed eyes. One particularly hard thrust and a drag of his thumb over my clit and I’m cumming violently, thrashing against him and gripping the bed sheets, my body spasming and I feel him fuck me through it and spill inside of me with a shouted curse before I black out.

I come to and can feel a warm washcloth being dragged between my legs gingerly. I hiss at the contact.

“Oh, thank god, are you okay?” I nod, throat raspy from screaming. “Can I get you anything?” I shake my head no, and the warm washcloth returns, I jump at the sensation. “I know, I have to clean you up though, okay?” He finishes in the next couple of moments and throws the washcloth into the hamper.

“How long was I out?” I say softly.

“Five minutes? Maybe six.” I nod.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? Y/N, that was the biggest ego boost I’ve had in years.” He chuckles and I let out a weak laugh.

“Help me up?” I whisper, holding my hands out toward him. He obliges, gently grabbing my hands and pulling me into a sitting position. My vision starts to go spotty again. “Oh, Jesus,” I say, starting to slump forwards. His arms wrap around me quickly, holding me against his chest until my vision starts to return to normal. His thumbs are rubbing my back and I wish I could stay in this moment forever. “I’m okay, I think,” I whisper after a minute and try to pull away but he only lets me get a few inches away, eyes worriedly searching my face. “Hotch, I’m fine. I swear. Now let me go so I can go pee.” He lets go of me slowly and when I stand up to walk toward the bathroom, my legs buckle underneath me. “Oh, come on!” I exclaim, but Hotch is right there to catch me. He scoops me up despite my protests and carries me bridal style to the bathroom, setting me down on the toilet. “Thank you,” I whisper, suddenly embarrassed.

“No, don’t do that. I can see you trying to hide, getting embarrassed.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“Yeah, when your guard is down, you’re easy to read.”

“So, uh, do we just pretend this never happened? Go back to the way things were. I assume that’s what you want?” I bury my face in my hands, unable to look at him.

“Go back to the way things were? Y/N, baby, no. I can’t go back. This was not a one-time thing. I’m yours if you’ll have me.” I peek at him from between my fingers.

“Wait, you’re being serious right now?”

“Dead serious.” He gets on his knees in front of me. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment you walked into my office. I just didn’t think you’d reciprocate, until Morgan made a comment two months ago about your body language, and that’s when I had the hunch you felt the same way.”

“So, you’ve known I’ve been pining over you for months and didn’t think to say anything?” My pitch gets higher as the sentence goes on.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Yes, I’m clearly uncomfortable with you as I’m sitting in front of you, naked,” I say drily and he laughs again.

“Yeah, I know, I’m an idiot.”

“Yes, you are,” I say, smiling, before adding, “But you’re my idiot.” His eyes brighten at that.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. As you said, I’m yours if you’ll have me.”

“Good. Because I’m never letting go of you.” I feel my cheeks grow warm.

“Good, because I don’t want you to.”

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lotus-n-l0ve · 1 year

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Hiiii, may I request a headcanon with Gojo, Geto, and Mei Mei? But in a historical! jjk au where your village has decided to pay tribute to the sorcerers by offering you as a gift. Your life as a tribute is far from what you have imagined, being treated as a spoiled pet, given freedom, attention, and the most important of all riches. Though of course, you still have duties you need to attend to. Every night, you perform your duties as their precious sex toy, pleasing at least one (or maybe even more) of your masters. I could imagine Gojo and Geto spitroasting you and using you as they please <3

Sorry but I don't write for female characters. I wasn't sure if you wanted them separately or together so I wrote them separately. Hope you like it 💜

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

— Gojo, Geto x Female Reader

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : You were offered to the two strongest sorcerers to please them and keep them happy. You are are doing your job wonderfully.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : smut, kissing, making out, sex positions, blindfolding, resistent, voyeurism,

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : Hey guys, I'm back. I was literally half way through writing a whole ass smut fic with this one because my dumbass didn't see the request is of headcanons not fics. I'm so dumb god! Anyway enjoy this one for now. Might write a threesom with Gojo and Geto in the future. Let me know if y'all want part 2.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

Gojo is horniest them all. When you were new as a offering he was the one you got close to at first. Your night spent with Gojo fucking you till dawn.

He is clingy af. When he is not out killing curses, there is a big chance that he is with you. So when people need Gojo they look for you and to no one's surprise 99% of the time he is with you.

Since he is the strongest sorcerer in present, people worship him like God and give him many luxurious jewelleries and accessories.

He would make you were them before fucking you till dawn. His favourite one is azul gem necklace that matches it's eyes. When it hits the between of your breasts with each thrust Gojo fights the urge to cum then and there.

He is a freaky bitch. Expect the unexpected.

He would use his blindfold on you while you on the bed, hands and legs tied to the bed. He would not touch you instantly.

He would stand back, gently strocking his hard dick in his hands as he watches you, trembling in bed, scared of what to cum and calling out to him with you whiny and shaky voice.

You are on the verge of crying when he finally touches you, pulling a sigh out of you.

"Uhh, just like that." "You are swallowing me whole in." "Soooo good!" "Stop crying princess I'm not even halfway done with you." "Your work is to take me like the fuck toy you are and you do that so good."

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

Geto spoils you rotten. You are his precious little girl, of course he'll spoil you. You get what you want.

He would give you richest of the gems and jewelleries. You want that new dress that even queen would think twice before buying because it's too goddamn expensive?

No worries just when he is tired after a long session of fucking, look up at him with your doe eyes and ask him in your sweet voice and the next day that dress would be delivered to you.

Geto is wild and sex with him often contains voyeurism. For example your were out in the garden, playing all the beautiful flowers there and in a flash you are leaning on the table there, ass up in the air as Geto pounds his huge dick in your pussy.

You hear as servants pass by the garden squealing when they see the sinful sight and muttering apologies before rushing away from there. You know you'll be the gossip at for next two weeks.

You nails dug on the hard wood as tears stream down your face in humiliation. Uncontrollable moans erupting from your chest. Geto held the nape of your neck for better grip and picked up his speed.

"Fuck you take me so good." "Those peasants did atleast one good thing when they gave you to me." "You like when they see you getting manhandled by me don't you?" "I can tell by the way you squeeze around my cock whenever someone walks in."

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bangchanbabygurl · 4 months

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02: Safe Place { Pomegranates and Tulips }

Genre: Angst/Romance/BDSM/Smut/slightly introverted reader/ college reader/Surgeon Wonwoo/ book lover reader/cat lovers/DOM Wonwoo

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences/mention of self-harm/mentions of eating disorders/mentions of SA

Word count: 718 words

╚» Now playing —» The Hand You Deal by Fennel Lily

I review the documents before returning them to Seungkwan, "Thank you, Y/N you are a lifesaver." Seungkwan said with a smile as he fixed the documents into the black folder. "So, are you joining us for the Christmas party?" He asked as I closed out the webpage of the computer. I shook my head, "Parties aren't my thing, so to answer the question, no I will not be joining you, sorry." I said with a small smile.

Seungkwan lets out a small laugh, "Alright, miss can't keep her nose out of books; thank you for editing the documents Mingyu will be on my ass about them. I'll treat you to breakfast or your favorite ice cream on payday." Seungkwan says as he places the folder in Mingyu's office slot. I smile faintly as I gather my things and turn the lamp off, "I'll take you on that offer someday." I said.

"Are you sure you don't want a ride home?" Seungkwan asked as he adjusted his messenger bag; I nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Besides I only live two blocks away from here," I said; he sighed and nodded. "Okay, well see you Monday." He smiles and waves before walking to the parking lot. I wave back; a tired sigh escapes my lips. "Have a lovely night, Y/N. I hope you send in the new script on Sunday night. I'll be waiting," Mingyu said as he waved before jogging to a black BMW. "Goodnight, Y/N." Mingyu calls out from the window and waves one last time; I wave back.

I fix my coat and walk in the opposite direction; working for Kim's Winery, where the salary is worth it, has been helping my mind be at ease. Kim Mingyu gave me the position of manual scriptwriter; I'm in charge of getting the scripts for Ads, commercials, and venues written. Sometimes, Mingyu changes his mind more than every five minutes, causing my job to become a bit difficult. I met Seungkwan on the third week into the job; he's in charge of keeping track of the company's sales; he had returned from an overseas seal deal. He did a great job making me feel comfortable; sometimes, he helps my mind be at ease.

Sometimes, work isn't enough to keep my mind quiet; endless thoughts and questions of my childhood and family flood my mind every minute. My phone rings; it never rings unless it's Eunseo wondering if I arrived home. I answer the call, "Hello?" I felt my heart drop. "Y/N, oh, thank god. It's Dr. Cooper," I stopped in my tracks, "Dr. Cooper? What happened? Did something happen to Dylan?" I asked, feeling myself get swallowed by guilt. "No, it's none of that, Y/N. I've been trying to contact you, but your number has been changed." Dr. Cooper said; I let out a sigh of relief.

"Dr. Cooper, how did you find my number?" I asked, feeling paranoia rush through me, "I had to make sure that you were still alive, Y/N; it concerned me that your parents act like you don't exist." Dr. Cooper says. My heart aches, "How's Dylan? Is he okay?" I asked. "Dylan is well, he's grown Y/N. He's just turned eighteen and has been accepted to college. You have nothing to worry about him, although he does ask for you." Dr. Cooper says as I let out a sigh.

"Y/N, where are you? You haven't been taking your medication; you need to be treated, hun. It will get worse. Have you been struggling to stay focused and sleep?" She asked. I looked at the people walking, laughing, and living their happy moments. "Somewhere far and safe, take care of Dylan. Please, he needs you more than I do." I said before ending the call and block the number. I ran from my past, and I won't let it follow me here.

I walk up the stairs feeling tired; I slide the keypad up and unlock the apartment door. The lights were off, and Eunseo wasn't home yet, or she was staying the night at Hansol's. I close the door and lock it; walking to my room, I become more tired as I lay on the bed. Today has been a strange day for me, and I hope no more strange days occur ever.

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mackeydoodledoo · 4 months

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Lucky

Pairing: Jennifer Walters x (Fem!) Reader

Summary: After Jennifer gets fired from the LA Law Firm, all she wants to do is hide from everyone. However, when she gets summoned to a family dinner she turns to her best friend: Nikki to accompany her. But, after she gets turned away, she turns to one of her other closest friends.

Warnings: Awkward budding romance, swearing, implied catcalling, Semi-NSFW

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Text messages, +++/Italic Words = Flashback

Theme: Lucky - Jason Mraz/Colbie Caillat

A/n: Okay this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile...

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*Jen’s POV* “Oh no!” You groan

“What? You get fired again?” Nikki asks

You shoot your head up to your best friend.

“Sorry...” She sighs

“Family Dinner right after I get fired,” You groan, “Please come with me...”

“I can’t, I have a date,” Nikki turns down the offer

“I will never forgive you for this...” Jen groans

“Oh don’t lose hope, maybe you should invite y/n,” Nikki suggests

“Y/n Y/l/n?” She asks, “We haven’t even spoken to each other since college graduation and since she got that one job overseas...”

“Actually, I saw her at Legal Ease a couple weeks ago,” She says, “We talked and apparently she’s found a job here. I’m sure she’d love to see you again. Whether it’s to attend your family commotion or just spend time with you.”

After Nikki leaves to go on her supposed date, You sit on your couch as you debates whether to go at it solo or bring someone.

“Jen?” A voice calls over the phone

“Hey Y/n,” You let out a breathy chuckle, “Been awhile but umm... Listen... I got fired from my job because-”

“Because you were forced to use your new powers to protect the jury?” She asks, “Saw the news... Sorry about that Jen, so what is it you need?”

“I need someone to accompany me to my family’s dinner tonight...” You tense

Silence rolls over as you wait for Y/n’s response.

“Okay, are you picking me up or?...” She finally answers

“Oh thank god!...” You breathe, “I’ll come get you in about... 30 minutes?... Is that enough time?”

“Perfect,” She says

*Y/n’s POV* You give Jen the address to your place as you throw on a light jacket.

Hey, I’m here.

Cool, I’ll be down in a minute.

You walk down the stairs as you brush some of your hair aside as you walk up to Jennifer’s car.

“Hey Y/n,” She greets you with a half smile

“Hey yourself Jen,” You smile, buckling yourself in, “You’ve been doing okay?”

“No,” She sighs, beginning to drive, “I need to bring something over...”

“We can stop by the bakery up the street here,” You suggest, “See if there’s anything?”

Jen nods at your suggestion and parallel parks along the street. You were the one stepping out of the car first. You went around to the front of the car as you wait for Jen to meet you. However, you look over and see a car dashing by at the last second.

“Jen!” You grab her by the wrist

You yank her into you as the car simply rushes by.

“Ass,” You grumble, watching the car continue its way

You look down at Jen, still seemingly in shock from the whole ordeal.

“You okay?” You ask, brushing a strand of her curly hair back

She nods. Instead of letting her go, the both of you stay in each others’ embrace.

“Thanks,” Jen clears her throat, stepping to the side

The both of you walk into the bakery.

“Ahh a young couple!” The baker announces to no one but the two of you

You look to Jen and then down to your unknowingly interlaced fingers. However, neither of you questioned it as you walk up to the other side of the glass.

“What pie do you have out right now?” You ask

“A cherry pie just came out of the oven,” He says, “I’ll go grab it and pack it up.”

He leaves the both of you by your lonesome.

“So... Other than lawyer and she-hulk things, what else have you been up to?” You ask, trying to break the silence

“Nothing that would excite you,” Jen sighs, “There hasn’t been much since college.”

“Just hanging around with you already excites me enough,” You blurt

“What?” She asks

“What?” You ask back

Did I just say that out loud?

“Only one cherry pie?” The baker comes back

“Yep,” You clear your throat, “How much?”

“It’s on the house today ladies,” He smiles, handing you the boxed pie

“Thanks,” You smile, beginning to follow Jen out of the bakery

You place the pie in your lap as Jen continues driving to her family estate.

“So your entire family knows you’re a hulk right?” you ask

“Yeah why?” She asks

“Just wondering,” You say, “Normally the typical superhero has a secret identity and would often put them in danger...”

“It’s quite difficult to not announce it since your cousin is also a hulk,” Jen says

“That’s true,” You say, “Isn’t it difficult to keep control of? Since, Bruce had to take a long time to learn to cope with his hulk.”

+*+

The both of you stand awkwardly at her parents’ door. However, smiles swipe across their face as they see you.

“Oh, Y/n, so glad you’re able to join us tonight!” Her mother immediately hugs you

“Oh well, it was nice of Jen to invite me,” You sigh awkwardly

They help you and Jen with the pie and settle the two of you in the open seats at the table.

“I’ve been promoted to manager at the Best Buy!” Chet announces

Your eyes drift to Jen, her eyes dropping towards her plate. Everyone cheering him. Your hand drifts to Jen’s leg under the table and give her thigh a gentle squeeze. Instinctively she places her hand over yours.

“What have you been up to Y/n?” Jen’s mother asks

“Huh?” You ask, your eyes darting into her direction

“Have you’ve been up to anything?” She repeats her question

“Uhm... I recently opened a gallery downtown,” You chuckle nervously

You hear small cheers and back pats...

“We’ll have to come see it, how long is it there for?” She asks

“Awhile,” You say, “Don’t worry there’ll be many opportunities for you guys to go.”

+*+

After the dinner party, the two of you sit in Jen’s car, silence rolling in.

“Do you want to... Come over to my place for a drink?” Jen asks

“Sure,” You reply

You follow Jen up to her apartment.

“Sorry about the mess,” She says, opening the door, “Last minute decision to invite someone who isn’t Nikki over.”

“Ahh Nikki,” You say, “Hey, why couldn’t she go with you?”

“Claimed she had a date,” Jen sighs, falling into her couch

You take a seat next to her and place the wine glass on the nearly crowded coffee table.

“Sucks,” You sigh

“It just occurred to me, did you ever date?” Jen asks

“Only liked one person in the entirety of ever,” You say

“Wow, how did that work out?” She asks

“Her ambition to get her degree was the only thing on her mind,” You sigh, taking a swig of wine, “And yet, Never have I ever left her side, supporting her through it and through everything she went through.”

Jen sits next to you, oddly attempting to figure out why on what she was saying sounded familiar to her.

+++

“Jen, do you ever think about finding a certain someone to settle down with?” You ask

“Why would I need to?” She asks, her eyes glued to her laptop screen, “Being a lawyer is full time, I don’t have time to look for someone... Besides, dating a lawyer doesn’t sound like the adventure of a lifetime.”

“It’s not about the profession, it’s how you decide to spend time with that person,” You say

“Also, Lawyers make a decent amount if you know what I mean,” Nikki winks

“Nikk, it’s also not about how much money people make,” You groan in annoyance, “It mostly matters how much both parties are willing to give to the other.”

“Believe me I wouldn’t be giving too much effort,” Jen sighs

“I beg to differ,” You say, hoping only loud enough for you to hear

However, your eyes say it all: I’m in love with you Jennifer Walters... You crushed on her since you first met her in the dining hall after she stupidly didn’t have her wallet that moment in time. The only other person who seemed to notice was Nikki.

+*+

Jen’s POV You and Nikki were in your shared apartment, working on classwork .

“God I cannot focus,” You groan in frustration, rubbing your eyes

“Why don’t you take a break?” Nikki asks, “I’m sure Y/n is up for something.”

“Y/n? Why her in particular?” You ask

“Because I decided to last minute do this assignment,” Nikki lies, “Plus, if you didn’t hear me before, I'm sure Y/n is up for something. Especially when it comes to you.”

“What do you mean by ‘especially when it comes to you’, bit?” You ask

“Nothing in particular,” Nikki says, “Now go hit her up.”

Hey... Y/n?

Yeah?

You free? Nikki is forcing me to ask you if you wanted to grab food or something.

Don’t you have an important paper due tomorrow night?

Yes but like I said, Nikki is making me take a break. But, I never like being too far away from my laptop...

Tell you what, I’ll bring my stuff over, bring food over and we all chill and do work together?

Aren’t you working on some kind of art project though?

We don’t have to take the same classes just for us to come together. You do know that right?

That’s true...

Okay, I’ll be over with food soon.

Y/n’s POV Although the idea of having alone time with Jen was way more enticing than getting together like the usual, you didn’t want her to force herself away from her studies. Even if Nikki suggested it/forced Jen to take a break, you were going to get to see her either way.

+*+

You were in your college apartment, working on a project until you hear your phone go off.

Hey I need your help with something...

If it’s anything lawyer stuff, I don't know how much of help I can be.

Opposite, Nikki and I went out to Legal Ease and there are these two guys eyes us down and Nikki seems super out of it... Can you come save us?

Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.

You throw on a light jacket and grab your keys as you rush out of the door, nearly forgetting to put on shoes. You hop into your car as you pull up a phone tracking app that you, Nikki and Jen all agreed to get in case either of you three would be in a pickle, and two of your closest friends were just in that situation. You follow the directions as fast, and legal as possible. You step into the bar and easily eye Jen and a nearly knocked out Nikki. However, in the midst of trying to look after her friend, she was also trying to evade two catcalling guys.

“Hey babe, sorry I’m late,” You hastily walk up to her

In the moment, you press your thumb against and slide your index finger under her chin as you pull her in for a kiss. Jen’s eye widen however leans into it to make it more believable.

“That damn project really beating my ass,” You sigh, “Oh, I’m sorry if I interrupted your horrible flirting game but try harder.”

Surprisingly they easily backed off. You were expecting them to become persistent. They immediately go back to where they were sitting, somber looks on their faces.

“Made sure they wouldn’t pull anything,” Pedro leans in

“Thanks Pedro,” You slide him a hefty tip, “Okay... Let’s get you two back to my place...”

+*+

You gently kick the door open as you struggle with Jen to place a now passed out Nikki into your bed.

“God I hope she doesn't puke in my bed,” You sigh, cracking your back

Jen places a trash bin on the floor, relatively in the area where Nikki’s head is.

“Works,” You say

You begin setting up the couch (which was not a pull-out couch) for Jen.

“Where will you sleep?” She asks

“I’ll makeshift a bed on the floor,” You say

“Nonsense, get in here,” Jen suggests

“Jen, I have literally slept in odder places,” You say

“Nope, no arguments with a future lawyer,” Jen yawns, “Now get in here...”

Not willing to argue with her, you awkwardly find your way onto the couch. You felt like a board.

“Friends can cuddle you know,” Jen chuckles

She gently takes your forearms as she pulls you right off the edge of the couch.

“Why are you so stiff?” She asks,” It’s only me.”

“Been a day,” You lie, “Also I just... At least... My other friends and I don’t cuddle...”

“So you’ve never cuddled with anyone before?” she asks

“More like I hugged my giant stuffed animals back home until I couldn't find them the next morning,” You chuckle

“You’re how old and you still cuddle with stuffed animals?” Jen asks

“What person at what age DOESN’T have stuffed animals to cuddle with?” You ask

“Okay point taken,” She rolls her eyes

“Come on, we got a long day tomorrow...” You sigh

“It’s Saturday,” She says

“Who cares?” You sigh, “I’m tired...”

Jen’s POV You open your eyes, half awake, eyes adjusting to the darkness. You look down at Y/n; laying soundly asleep below you.

--Y/n places her thumb and herr index finger under your chin as she pulls you in for a kiss. Your eyes widen however lean into it to make it more believable.--

You think about the moment Y/n kissed you. That was the first time you ever had someone kiss you. Let alone having it be from a female.

Was it real or?...

You wanted to see for yourself. You hoist your leg over Y/n’s lap to straddle her as you begin learning down closer to her face, cupping her cheeks as you begin closing the distance between your faces. Still being half asleep you weren’t sure how to kiss really. You felt a hand trail up your back and another hand cup your cheek. Your body jolted, your torso falling right on top of hers in the midst of your 3am makeout session.

+++

Y/n’s POV When Jen pulls herself out of her memories, she was about to turn to you however, you were no longer on the couch. She looks up further to see you in the kitchen, beginning to tidy up the place; taking the garbage and putting them in the trash, cleaning the dishes even if you didn’t use them, etc. In reality, you were trying to occupy your mind temporarily. However, you stop everything that you were doing when you felt hands latch onto your midsection.

“You make it easier when life gets hard,” Jen confesses

“What wasn’t easier was trying to convince you to go on a date with me.” You chuckle

“Then what was that makeout session that one night then?!” She asks

“Huh?” You ask, “Oh... I was merely half awake during that. But uh... I did want to follow up but...”

“But?” Jen asks

“Like you said back then, you didn’t believe you had time for a relationship so... I kinda just gave up... Not really gave up but... Put it aside for you so that you could focus on that degree,” You explain, “So, I just pretended like I forgot about it. When in reality, it was all I ever thought about. Even graduating, taking that one job overseas... I never stopped thinking about it...”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” She asks

“I didn’t want it distracting you from your Law degree,” You confess

“And... What did you want?” She asks

You turn to face Jen; her hands still latched around your waist.

“I wanted... For you to see me the way I see you,” You say, “To be that willing to give someone a chance... Give me a chance...”

Jen looks at you... How was she so blind at the fact you were actually showcasing real feelings to her, yet you found a way to put them aside for her. You tense up when her palms come back around and open up, pressing firmly on your lower torso as she stands on her tip toes; attempting to reach your face.

“I appreciate you putting your feelings aside in order to support my life,” Jen says, “But, it’s my turn to put that aside to allow my real feelings come to fruition.”

“Wh-what do you mean Jen?” You ask

“I’ve liked you for a long time Y/n,” She says, “I just never really thought about it until that night...”

#jennifer walters x reader #jennifer walters #she hulk #she hulk x reader #she hulk attorney at law #female reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #tatiana maslany

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faceless-mirror · 2 months

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CHAPTER 2

Ship: Hozier and Farren(ONBC)

Andrew and Farren have been traveling through the centuries. Andrew remembers each time, when each of their times together ended in horrible tragedy. Farren never remembers, but their hearts call to each other in every life time, even if it brings pain. Andrew is breaking now, just needing one happy ending where they don't die crushed to death- sacrificed to old gods- hunted for their love- or torn apart in battle.

All he wants is to have Farren and live in peace. Hopefully, the Gods will grant mercy at last for his past transgressions that led to this cycle.

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Farren woke the next morning to golden rays burning across their face, causing them to hiss softly in pain, rolling over trying to throw the bed cover over their face grumbling softly and angrily at the sun for daring to wake them, even if it was their own fault for not closing the curtains.

It was a moment of quiet contemplation, eyes held shut, breathing in and out easily. Finally when their brain decided that it did, in fact, want to be alive and awake, they slipped out of bed steadily, bare feet hitting the floor. After going through their morning routine, they sat down at their desk, ready to get started on their projects for the day. Though upon opening the laptop, it was an email that caught their attention.

An interview for the bartender and artist position. Responding quickly they decided that if they could interview today they would. Starting by the next week would be divine. It didn’t take too long to get started on their commissions, though they were anxiously awaiting to hear from the venue.

Almost two hours later, they got a phone call, offering an on the spot interview.

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A few hours later, Farren was there in front of the building, dressed in a white button down shirt and bell bottom stretch pants, wearing platform shoes. Looking around they were a bit shocked, it was a nice large venue, with some historic undertones. All they could think of was hoping to be a candidate for the job.

Stepping in, they couldn’t help but appreciate the red brick walls and the hardwood bar that greeted the doors. There was a man sitting and waiting, for them it seemed. The way he jumped to his feet, moving close hand extended, blond locks tied back neatly. “Avira Swan- It’s lovely to meet you- Farren was it?” he questioned warmly, gently pressing a hand to their back guiding them to an office with a smile.

“We just came under new management- and we’re determined to put in a beautiful mural-” he explained. It seemed this man had visions for the venue and was insisting upon it. Already pulling out a contract. “Feel free to sign, Mx. Doven.”

“What about the interview-?” Farren started to question, reading through the contract curiously. It was fairly standard. Some things were… odd. Riches and prosperity for as long as they obeyed, if contract is broken, owned by one (1) Avira Swan for ten years. That was the line that stood out.

“Don’t worry about the interview. Your art skills are exactly what I want for the mural- Absolutely beautiful.” he said reassuringly, devilishly green eyes watching them like a hawk, except focused on the pages in their hands.

They hummed softly, they’d be stupid to turn this down. It paid so well… but the one line worried them. “What does this mean… can you clarify…?” Farren questioned, “I would love to accept so long as i can understand this or have it removed-” they said licking their lips nervously. Something felt wrong with this- but the money they couldn’t refuse.

Avira frowned in concern and looked over, and sighed, “Oh- I can have that removed. My lawyer must have taken a joke too far- I apologize.” He took the contract away and the feeling subsided, “Thank you that could have been a lot of paperwork later on.” he chuckled.

The beautiful man smiled fondly, “Let me get that taken care of.” he said softly, standing and moving to a filing cabinet throwing out the old contract and bringing over a fresh one and offered it to Farren. They looked through it firmly, humming softly as they did. A melody that haunted their head. “That’s an old song, dear,” Avira commented thoughtfully, elbow on the table his fingertips supporting his chin as he watched them. “Take care of what it may summon, my dear.”

“You know it?” they questioned, attention diverted.

He smiled softly, “It’s an old song… very old. Legend says it was written by a fae who fell in love with a mortal despite the warnings that he shouldn’t, that he would be cursed as they would be. Whenever the song is hummed or sung… played… he shows up searching for his love. Destruction follows him…”

Something… something itched in the back of their mind at the story. It couldn’t… it wouldn’t be real. They hummed running their fingers through their black and blue hair. “It sounds like a tragic love story… but just a story.” Their lips quirked, eyes returning to the contract reading through it. Nothing was jumping out this time at least.

“If it is just a story its a story that’s unfinished, dear.”

They didn’t know what to say to that, so they asked a different question. “What is the mural to be of?” they asked.

“I’d like it to be a mural that depicts the fae… and music of course. Just whatever feels right to you. I’ll show you the spot for the mural.” he added as those almost glowing green eyes focused on her hands signing the contract.

“Of course. Can I get a copy of the contract please? For my own records.” she clarified.

“Of course.” Avira said warmly, pulling out a contract from the same folder passing it to her, letting her glance through it before standing. “Now… let’s get you that tour to the place for the mural.” he purred, a sound that seemed to soak into her mind.

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Andrew had been getting ready to perform feeling a tremor along the red cord coming from his chest making his throat tighten. They remembered the song. It had vibrated many times over the years. It always happened at odd intervals but… that was a sign. His long fingers touched the cord lightly. “Beloved… I’ll find you. I’ll find you no matter where you are.” he breathed out, muddy green eyes focused on the translucent cord. “My beloved.”

#hozier fanfiction #hozier x onbc

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, divorce, suggestive jokes, Roman makes self deprecating jokes (mostly about his weight)

AN: yeah I started a new series since I can’t figure out what happened with the snow chapter. I blame the marathon I watched. Oh well.

I sighed and ran a hand down my face. My laptop screen glowed in front of me, fingers stiff from typing. I put my elbows on the table and covered my face with my hands. The slight headache I had started to subside.

“refill?” I peaked out between my fingers and nodded.

“Yes please.” I said softly. “Thank you.” The guy standing in front of me nodded and refilled my cup. He turned to go, looking from me to my laptop.

“How’s the paper going?” He asked. I shrugged.

“it’s going.” I said, pulling my hands away. He nodded. “You live in my building don’t you?” I asked suddenly as he was about to walk away. “Sorry. You look familiar.”

“I uh I think so.” He said. “I’m on the fifth floor. Apartment 529.”

“I’m 521.” I said with a smile. “(Y/N).” I held my hand out to him. He smiled at me and threw the towel in his hand over his shoulder.

“Roman.” He offered. I blushed as he took my hand and brought it up to kiss my knuckles. “I’ll leave you to your paper.” He said, letting go of my hand and rubbing the back of his neck.

“feel free to bother me.” I said with a laugh. “It’s kicking my butt. I could use all the distraction you have to offer.” Roman chuckled and nodded.

“I’ll stop by on my break then.” He said. I nodded and muttered my thanks as he went to the next table. Turning back to the laptop, I frowned as I sipped my drink. An hour went by and a plate of fries was set down in front of me. I looked up, surprised to see Roman smiling at me. A whole paragraph had been written and I slowly closed the laptop as he slid into the seat across from me.

“thanks.” I murmured as I started to eat. “You didn’t have to.”

“yeah well you’ve been here my entire shift. Hell you were here when I came in. Didn’t see you eat anything. Just drinking that god awful coffee. Figured you needed to eat something. And don’t worry about paying. It’s on my tab.” I stared at him and he waved his hand at me. “I mean it.” I nodded slowly as I grabbed another fry.

“you aren’t eating?” Roman shook his head, eyes darting around the restaurant.

“nah. I’m still getting used to all this.” He sighed. “I was in trading. Worked down on la salle. The stock exchange. Went bust.” Roman crinkled his nose and I bit my lip to keep from smiling.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

“don’t be.” He waved me off again. “It was my own stupid mistakes anyway. Doesn’t matter now.” He shrugged and grabbed a fry. “Besides this isn’t such a bad job.”

“I can think of worse.” I agreed. Romans eyes trailed to my laptop again.

“so what are you writing anyway?” He asked. “You’re always in here typing away at that thing.”

“Dissertation.” I said with a shrug. “Last thing I need to do before I get my masters and well…” I sighed and shook my head. “This is the best place to work I guess. Quiet. Only one person ever bothers me usually. Nice place to work.” Roman chuckled.

“Im sure you get bothered anywhere you go.” I blushed and Roman quickly looked away. “Anyway I don’t miss those days.” He shook his head. I smiled and shrugged. “Then again, when my kids go…” Roman sighed and his eyes went wide for a second. “Makes you worry a bit.” I nodded, swallowing and glancing at his hand. There wasn’t a wedding ring and I didn’t remember any kids coming or going from the floor.

“I mean…” I shrugged. “Sometimes it isn’t that bad. But yeah I’ve heard your kid going off can be daunting. Hell when my cousin went I got phone calls a week. He was too nervous to call his folks, thinking he’d worry them over something stupid. So he called me instead and made me worry about him.” Roman chuckled.

“you two close then?” He asked. I nodded. “That’s good. My girls are twins. Never seen two kids closer. Thank god.” Roman shifted. “I don’t see them much. At least not right now. Divorce is still fresh I guess. And the judge wanted me to actually have cash and a place. But I had those. So I don’t know. Kind of feels like my ex is trying to fuck me up the ass.” He ran a hand over his hair. “Ah I shouldn’t be telling you that.” He chuckled. “Just meeting and all.” I smiled at him and reached across the table to put a hand on his.

“it’s alright.” I said. “We’re adults. Adults ramble and unload baggage all the time.” Roman nodded, eyes drifting down to the table. “Tell me about them. You obviously love them.” Roman laughed.

“yeah. Despite all their trouble.” He said, eyes shining when he looked back up at me.

“terror twins. Every family has them, whether they’re actual twins or not.” I said with a laugh. “Hi. I’m one of them. My cousins the other.” Roman smiled.

“So you get it.” He teased. I nodded with a shrug. “Their big thing is wandering off and exploring. Last summer, got themselves stuck in a mineshaft. It was closed down. Boarded up. But not well enough really. They slipped in and their uncle and I had to go get em.” Roman shuddered. “Damn if I didn’t nearly shit my pants. Scared me outta my mind. Almost cried when we got them back.” Romans eyebrows went up and he chuckled. “Nearly shit myself again when their uncle brought a bear back to the cabin. Never going back up there again. At least with him.” My eyes went wide.

“he brought a bear to the cabin?” I asked in disbelief. Roman nodded. “Damn. Who chased it away?”

“well after the fight…i guess he did. Shot it in the ass and it ran off.” Roman shrugged.

“He fought the bear?” I cried, looking around when I realized how loud I was. Roman smiled sheepishly at me.

“Uh actually…” he held up a hand. “I’m the one who fought it. Kind of felt like I was fighting with my dick in my hand the way it didn’t do anything…” I leaned across the table and stared at him. “What? Is it the jokes? I can stop…”

“you fought off a bear?” I whispered harshly. Roman nodded. “A real live bear. You. Fought it off.”

“yeah.” He said, eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

“sorry but you don’t seem like the type.” I said, still raking my eyes over him.

“Yep.” He nodded in agreement. “I’m like 25 pounds overweight, can barely pick up my kids, and I swear sometimes I feel like I’m gonna lose it with the customers being assholes. But I did.” Roman listed off. I scoffed. “What?”

“at least you tried to fight the thing. What did your ex do? Or your brother in law until he shot the damn thing? What about his wife?” I shot back. Roman shrugged.

“yeah my in laws are something.” He muttered. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at his watch. “I’ll uh let you get back to writing. My breaks nearly over. If you want something else to eat just let me know. On me.” He smiled at me as he stood up and took the empty plate with him. “I’ll be back with a refill.” I nodded as I watched him go. He refilled my cup, winking at me as I pulled my laptop back over and went back to work, new motivation flowing through me.

#Roman craig #Roman Craig x reader #Roman Craig fanfic #Roman Craig fanfiction #Roman Craig imagine #dan aykroyd #dan aykroyd imagine #dan aykroyd fanfic #dan aykroyd fanfiction #Dan aykroyd x reader #What a gas #What a gas series

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I made myself an Astos playlist for fun last week and was compelled to make cover art for it, so here's that!

Why Quiet Quitting? What is Stranger of Paradise about if not a dark elf quiet quitting their job for XXXXX years?

✧ Step into my twisted mind (for the tracklist/notes) ✧

✧ 9 to 5 ✧

Dolly Parton

They just use your mind / And they never give you credit

It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it

Note: One of my favorite Stranger of Paradise pastimes is thinking about Lufenia's TERRIBLE business practices. This was the last track added to the playlist.

✧ Never Recover ✧

The Cardigans

With a hero in the past / You hang on to history

Such a loss will always last / And there's no recovery

Note: The Cardigans have so much more to offer beyond Lovefool and the U.S. Gran Turismo 2 opening. A good flavor of upbeat misery.

✧ Everyday Is The Worst Day Of My Life ✧

The Lemon Twigs

Everyday is the worst day of my life

The worst day of my life

Note: I had originally considered using They Don't Know How to Fall In Place (mostly on account of being more of a song and less of a shitpost) but this was too funny not to use. This is the only song on this playlist that isn't 20+ years old. Sidenote: this band capitalizes all of the prepositions/articles in their song titles, like a middle schooler titling an essay.

✧ The Good Life ✧

Weezer

I should have no feeling / 'Cause feeling is pain

As everything I need is denied me

And everything I want is taken away from me

Note: My most ambivalent selection! Mostly due to preconceived notions on what I thought the vibes of this playlist would be. Happy to be incorrect and it's funnier to have Weezer and Brand New here than on Jack's list (I'd sooner give Jack The Sweater Song, anyway).

✧ Onde Sensuelle ✧

-M-

Mais comment t'atteindre? Onde sensuelle

Toi qui me donnes des ailes

Pourrais-je te rendre un jour éternelle

Pour nous lier jusqu'au ciel

How could I reach you? Sensual wave

You who lend me wings?

Will I manage one day to make you eternal

And bind us toward the skies?

Note: An entirely vibes-based selection! 💜 Auto-translated, sssorry!

✧ Positive Contact ✧

Deltron 3030

Mad creator, savage nature / World Wide Web, the ebb and flow

Light-years from watchful eyes while my thoughts provide

Objectives to ostracize pompous prophecies

Note: Upon actually committing to making this playlist, I hoped to god there'd be a Deltron track I could use, because it would be so funny for Astos. I would've first heard this album not long after the 2008 reissue. The transition between this and Positive Contact feels real good.

✧ Okay, I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't ✧

Brand New

This is the grace only we can bestow

This is the price you pay for loss of control

This is the break in the bend / This is the closest of calls

This is the reason you're alone / This is the rise and the fall!

Note: I actually switched this between playlists a couple of times before settling with Astos, but idk what I was thinking otherwise with lines like My tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart, lol. I think it was due to Jack's playlist feeling a little too Soft, at the time; past-me was incorrect, of course.

✧ It's Too Late ✧

Carole King

But it's too late, baby, now it's too late

Though we really did try to make it

Somethin' inside has died / And I can't hide it

I just can't fake it

Note: The quintessential breakup song!

✧ Stardust ✧

Billy Ward and his Dominoes

But that was long ago

And now my consolation / Is in the stardust of a song

Note: this is the first song I added to this playlist, and I always had it right at the end. something about having a bittersweet oldie felt like a nice echo of My Way. I would've first heard this via the Goodfellas soundtrack, which I wholeheartedly recommend.

Thanks for looking at whatever this is! While you're here, please be sure to check out @corvuscorona's excellent Astos playlist: SHADOW MONSTER.

#i usually listen to whole albums/discographies but this was fun! :] sorry for my boomer taste #stranger of paradise #my art #there's a jack playlist too but art is still in-progress so TBD

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My Little Eddie Teddy

Not sure if there’s really an audience for this one, fix-it fic kind of I guess and probably a very unpopular pairing, but I want to explore more of a family dynamic with this rather than anything explicit/romantic. The Munson boys just need a bit more love and care in their lives, ok… cause my heart breaks for them... but let me break them some more first lol. I debated doing this as an OC but ultimately decided against it. All hurt no comfort, well maybe a little bit of comfort at the end.

Nephew!Eddie & Aunt!Reader, Wayne Munson x Reader. No smut/explicit content in this one, just grief and trauma and heartbreak.

Edward Theodore Munson was your nephew. Well, sort of, you’d been dating his uncle Wayne for the past three years when his parents foisted him off onto the pair of you. He was five now. His parents had flitted in and out of your lives as they pleased, on and off throughout the years, never quite finding it in themselves to stick around. Wayne was nothing like his brother, you thanked your lucky stars for that. You loved Eddie like the son you never had, he was your little Eddie Teddy, as you had grown fond of calling him. And you were his Teetee, he’d had problems early on pronouncing the word ‘Auntie’. At first it came out as Teetee and it stuck.

“Wayne, we gotta talk.” You say pulling him aside.

“What you gonna leave me? You finally get sick of me?” He jokes nervously.

“No, nothing like that.” You rush to reassure him, but then pause for a moment, “Well…”

“Oh god you are leaving me. Why? What was it? What did I do?” His eyes search your own, panicstricken.

“It’s nothing you did.” You place a hand on his shoulder, “I uh, I was offered a job in the city. I’m moving out there in a couple of weeks. I found a place for all of us, I want you and Eddie to come with me.” You say hopefully.

“I can’t.” Wayne hangs his head. “We can’t, I’ve got work, Eddie is just about to start school. It won’t work.”

“Why not, it’s perfect we can find him a school out there, you can find a new job. Something with better hours, better pay too hopefully. We can make it work.”

“I can’t.” He repeats crestfallen.

“Ok, well then maybe I can commute. A lot of people do that.”

“Y/n it’s almost two hours one way, that’s no way to live, by the time you get home you won’t even have time for us anyway. You know my hours are shit as it is. No I won’t let you do that. An’ I won’t let you pass up on this opportunity.”

“So… what does that mean for us then? We can’t just be done. I love you. I love Eddie. You are my family.”

“I don’t know what to say, y/n.”

“Say you’ll try, say we’ll make it work, whatever it takes.” Desperation creeping into your voice.

“I won’t lie to you. We… we have to end it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I love you too, but we can’t. It won’t work.” He sheds a tear.

“Will I still be able to see you? Keep in touch?”

“That’d just hurt too much… for both of us.”

“What about Eddie, can I visit him? What do we tell him?”

“It’ll just confuse him, you can’t see him anymore either.” He says definitively.

“What, more than me just up and disappearing one day? No. No I won’t do that to him.”

“He’ll adjust and it’s not your decision to make. We tell him the truth, that you’re leaving and he can never see you again.”

“Please don’t do this.” You beg him tears streaming down your cheeks.

“It’s what has to be done, y/n.” He finishes gruffly, you can see his walls slamming into place, shutting you out firmly.

“No!” You hear the small wail from behind you. Suddenly a tiny lump is latching itself to your leg.

“Don’t go!” He pleads, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Oh, buddy it’s not your fault.” You ruffle his little mop of curls.

He looks up at you teary eyed, bottom lip quivering, “Why… hic.. Why are you leaving?”

Every word is like another knife to your heart, “Things aren’t working with your uncle and me. I got a new job remember and I gotta go there to work. It’s no one’s fault, sometimes these things just happen.”

“Why does everyone leave me?” He sobs.

His words cut right through you, you don’t know when it started but you could feel hot tears burning your eyes, maybe you’d been crying this whole time. You kneel down beside him, scooping him into a hug.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore, you will always be my Eddie Teddy, ok?”

You pull back a moment, untying the black bandana wrapped around your wrist. You twist it up and tie it around his head, it pushes his curls off his forehead. “You keep that safe for me ok? And every time you look at it you can remember your Teetee.”

He’s squirming and pulling away from your grip, “Let me go!” He yells angrily.

“Listen,” you implore holding on to his tiny wrist as he wriggles out of your embrace, “Listen, if you need anything I will always be here for you. You just have to come find me.”

He rips the bandana off his head, throwing it into the dirt and stomping his little foot, “YOU SAID YOU WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME! YOU SAID WE WERE FAMILY! I HATE YOU!“ He screams wrenching his arm from yours as he runs back to the trailer.

You look over to see Wayne standing in the doorway arms crossed, you make eye contact and hesitate a moment before turning to collect your bags and heading to your car.

Wayne pushes off the door jamb with his body, uncrossing his arms and walking over to the discarded bandana stopping to pick it up and brushing the dirt off it. He gives one final glance to your retreating form, tears welling in his eyes, before turning back and returning to his home.

You load up your bags and enter the driver’s seat, that’s when the tears really hit you, the body wracking, gut wrenching sobs. You place your hands over the wheel and rest your head against them. When you’re all cried out you start the car reluctantly, leaving their lives for good, for all you knew.

Dustin cradles Eddie in his arms as he lies there spluttering through his own blood. As he loses consciousness, Dustin hears the sound of feet slapping on the concrete.

“STEVE!” He shouts, “You have to help him, we have to help him.” He looks up at Steve teary eyed, begging.

Steve drops to his knees beside the pair, he strips the vest off of Eddie’s body and tears his shirt in two pulling that off as well. He continues to tear the shirt into scraps of fabric and begins bandaging the wounds. Once done he hoists Eddie’s limp form over his shoulder, dragging him back to the trailer where Robin and Nancy wait, Dustin trailing behind him. The group enters the trailer and Steve lays Eddie on top of the stained mattress to position a chair beneath the gate, he clambers on top of it and pulls himself through to the other side, flipping himself to land on his feet. He scrambles to shift the couch giving the others a softer landing before climbing on top of it and calling up through the hole in the ceiling, “Guys, I need you to grab those sheets and tie them around Eddie, bring him over then as careful as you can one of you climb on the chair and one support him and pass the sheets through the gate.”

Robin and Nancy jump to action doing as asked, grabbing the ends of the sheet Steve tugs Eddie through the opening cushioning his fall as he topples through.

The girls help Dustin back through before following themselves.

“Car. Now.” Steve instructs, tossing the keys to Nancy as he lifts Eddie’s frame.

They all pile in and race to the hospital.

Dustin enters the waiting room on crutches, leg bandaged up. Steve rushes over to him, “Are you ok?” He puts his hands on the boy’s shoulders surveying him.

“‘M fine, it’s just a sprain, get off. Where is he? I need to see him.” He demands.

“They’ve taken him for surgery… but they’re not going to let you see him. They’ve called the police. They’re going to arrest him for Chrissy’s murder, among others. No visitors.”

The crutches fall to the ground with a clatter as he leans in to Steve, wrapping his arms around him sobbing into his chest, Steve embraces him comfortingly.

Despite not being allowed to see him, Dustin insisted that they stay and wait for news on Eddie. Steve remains by his side. The emergency room is thrown into chaos as another patient is brought in.

“Erica, what’re you doing here… Lucas what’s going on?” Dustin shouts, hobbling over to them.

Lucas stares off into the distance, unresponsive. Erica answers for the pair of them, “It’s Max… Vecna, Vecna got her. Then the quakes started. She’s alive, only just. I don’t know how but… but they’re taking her in now.”

Eddie comes to with a groan of pain, he goes to rub his head but his hand catches on something. Looking down at his wrist he finds he’s handcuffed to the bed railing. He surveys his surroundings, taking in the blinking monitors and beeping machines. He jangles the cuff around his wrist, “Ugh, here we go.” He grumbles.

He dislocates his thumb with a wince. All those times in the back of Hopper’s Blazer, in lock up, being a smartass little brat paid off as he recalls slipping out of his cuffs time after time to show them off, dangling from a finger with a smug grin, much to the Sheriff’s annoyance.

He slips his hand out, popping his thumb back into place, rubbing at the joint and his wrist. He searches the room, every surface, every cupboard, “Clothes, clothes, what did they do with my clothes?” He mumbles under his breath. “Shit.” He breathes out in frustration.

He moves to peek through the window to his room, cautiously popping his head up. He catches sight of a police officer dozing on a chair beside the door. He tests the door handle to find it gives, twisting it carefully he opens the door slowly. Creeping past the officer in a crouch he takes off down a corridor, careful not to be spotted. He makes it to the fire escape, opening the door to the staircase he darts inside, guiding the door shut quietly.

He breathes a sigh of relief, pressing himself against the wall for a moment before starting down the stairs. He makes it out to the side of the building shrouded in darkness in nothing but his hospital gown. He takes off again down the street sticking to the shadows, careful not to be seen. As he nears the residential areas he hops a fence with some difficulty and spies some washing hanging on a line. He grabs an assortment of clothes, pants, shirt, a hoodie, pulling them on while he goes and drawing the hood down over his face.

It’s a miracle he’s managed to make it all the way to the trailer park without having been spotted by anyone. He thanks whichever god above is responsible for his luck tonight, until he gets close enough to see the wreckage of his home. He picks through the rubble, tears pricking his eyes as he thinks what may have happened to his uncle. He tries not to dwell on those thoughts as he pulls out a rucksack and shuffles through the debris to find any items of use. He pulls together a pile of ratty, dusty clothes, his black metal lunchbox packed with money and his ‘product’, a few cassettes that managed to survive and a couple of photos one more recent, him and his uncle at a concert, the other was one he had secreted away. You and his uncle and him, taken on his fourth or fifth birthday, he looks down at them fondly before stuffing them in his bag and setting off on foot.

A crowd had gathered in front of the hospital, that was supposedly caring for the infamous Eddie Munson.

“Let us through!”

“Yeah, why are you helping that murderer?!”

“Burn the freak!”

“Quiet everyone,” hospital security urges, “unfortunately due to complications in surgery Mr. Munson has passed away. No one will be entering the building, unless it is a medical emergency.”

A man pushes through the crowd, “Where’s my nephew? What did they do to him? You bring me my nephew right now!” He growls.

“Sir please calm down, let me contact my college.” the guard attempts to placate him, leading him away from the angry mob. He speaks into the walkie that was clipped to his belt in hushed tones before turning back to the man.

“They’re saying that they’ve already cremated him.”

Wayne Munson’s face drops in anguish, his body gives way and he’s crumpling into a heap on the ground, sobbing into his hands. The guard leans down, hooking his arms beneath Wayne’s and lifts him to his feet. “Come on. Come inside we’ll sort this out.” He adds sympathetically.

Wayne follows along numbly, being guided by his arm.

They’ve looped him round and round the entire hospital, no one is giving him a straight answer. No one can tell him exactly what happened. When finally, he is palmed off to yet another nurse he’s had enough, “Can I just have my boys ashes?” He asks defeatedly.

“Of course, sir. Let me just… check on that for you.” She steps away into another room, making a phone call in hurried, hushed tones.

She returns, apprehensively approaching him, “It’ll just be a moment longer and you can collect your son’s remains.”

He doesn’t bother to correct her, in all intents and purposes, Eddie was his son.

He doesn’t know how long he’s sat in that, chair knee bouncing anxiously. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, he’s numb to the world, but then someone emerges carrying a cardboard box and calling his name.

“Mr. Munson I need you to sign some documents before I can release your son’s remains to you.”

He nods, reaching for the pen he’s offered, signing everything put before him blindly.

“There was… there was a bandana. He always had it, never went anywhere without it. Where is it?” He asks voice hoarse.

“Um that… that would have also been incinerated, sir. He had to be cut out of his clothing for surgery, all of it is gone.”

“Right.” He replies brusquely.

“I’m going to need to ask you to report to the billing department sir. I know the timing is inopportune, but it has to be done, the accounts have to be settled.”

“What?” He seethes, a quiet rage building inside him.

“What do you mean ‘accounts’? You let my boy die and then burnt him to ashes, I’m not paying a damn cent.”

He growls, snatching up the box and storms off red faced, angry, tears spilling down his face. The nurse calls after his retreating form, to no avail.

Eddie steps off the bus, shrugging his rucksack onto his shoulder, pausing to take in his surroundings.

He knew where you lived thanks to his uncle, though he’d never admit it Wayne had been keeping track of you all these years despite never reaching out. He got his barings and set off down the street.

There’s a knock at your door, your brow furrows in confusion. Who could be calling over at this hour, you definitely weren’t expecting anyone. You look through the peephole to see the young man standing there. You open the door cautiously, before you realise you recognise that mop of curly hair and those chocolate brown eyes. “Eddie? Is that you?” Surprise evident in your tone.

Tears well in his eyes as he nods his head, his lip trembling. You extend your arms, “Oh come here, what’s wrong? What’s happened to you, my Eddie Teddy?” He collapses into your embrace sobbing heavily.

“I-I lost your bandana. I carried it everywhere, I promise, this whole time… b-but I was in hospital and they took it… I d-don’t know w-where it is.”

“That’s ok, sweetie. It’s ok.” You rub soothing circles into his back.

“Why were you in hospital? What happened? Why are you here? Where’s Wayne?” You don’t want to overwhelm him, but you can’t stop the barrage of questions that come tumbling from your lips.

You pull back before he can respond, “Come inside, sweetie. Come on.” You coax him in and usher him to the couch.

“Now, tell me what happened.” You sit beside him.

“You won’t believe me. No one in their right mind would believe me.” He hangs his head.

“Whoever said I was in my right mind, kid.” You nudge his shoulder trying to get a smile.

“I can’t…” he insists, “… well maybe I can just tell you the important bits.” He looks over at you like he’s afraid to disappoint you. You nod.

“They think I’m a murderer, they think I killed her. They were gonna lock me up. I had to get away.”

“Is that how you hurt yourself? Is that how you ended up in hospital?”

“No, no I got hurt real bad trying… trying to be a hero. I was trying to get the guy that actually killed them. But it didn’t work, not really.”

He takes a breath to steady himself, “And I don’t know what happened but then I woke up in hospital, chained to the bed… but I got out and the town, the town was a mess, all burnt up and fractured.”

You let him continue at his own pace, not pushing, listening quietly.

“And now the town is all fucked up, everything is going wrong… I don’t know where Wayne is, but I can’t go back… can’t call, the trailer got trashed. I don’t know what to do Teetee.”

“Take a breath.” You gesture to your chest, demonstrating, breathing in and out deeply. He follows along, “Ok, good. Now first thing I’ll take your bag and you can go have a shower. I’ll make you something to eat and then you go to bed, rest we’ll figure this out in the morning, ok?”

He nods passing you his rucksack, you stand and motion for him to follow. You show him to the bathroom, “You got some clean clothes in here?” You raise his bag slightly.

He shakes his head, “I got some clothes, but they’re not exactly clean.”

“That’s alright, I think I may just have something. Wait here, I’ll get you some fresh towels as well.”

You deposit his bag by the laundry door as you walk past it to your bedroom. On the top shelf of your closet, you spot it, an old cardboard box almost forgotten, standing on tiptoes you reach up and pull it down. You set it down on your bed, opening the flaps with a small sigh. In the box lies a pile of clothes and memories from another lifetime. You root through the clothes, a mixture of yours and those that you’d stolen from Wayne while you were together, which eventually became yours. You find a worn pair of sweatpants and some faded band tee that seem suitable enough. Collecting a set of towels from the linen cupboard on your way back to the bathroom, clothes in hand. You find Eddie sitting on the closed toilet lid looking drained, eyes closed. You set the items down on the counter beside him, his eyes open as you speak, “Here you go, I’ll be just outside if you need anything just give me a shout, ok?”

He nods wordlessly, you move to leave but he calls back,

“Oh uh, do you have any bandages, I might need to change these ones.” He points to his chest.

“Should do, in the first aid kit. I’ll have a look.”

“Thanks Teetee.” He mumbles.

You close the door behind you and you hear the water spring to life.

Eddie sheds his clothes carefully, wincing with every overextension. He surveys his bandaged torso as steam fills the room. He removes the bandage clasps, gingerly unwinding the wrappings over his chest, he is met with a mass of puckered, scarlet, sutured flesh that makes his stomach churn. He discards the stained bandages in the small trash can and enters the shower, water stinging his skin.

You busy yourself preparing something for him to eat, having already laid out some bandages for when he needs them. Once that’s all set you start a timer on the oven, leaning back against the counter you cross your arms over your chest and sigh, what a night. You catch sight of the rucksack on the floor and wonder to yourself if you should get a start on washing those clothes he had mentioned. Pushing off the counter you move to kneel by the bag, unpacking it carefully, you stack the clothes you find beside the bag sorting through them.

As you do something flutters to the floor, a couple of photos landing facedown. You don’t mean to snoop but you can’t help yourself, you flip them over and tears spring to life in your eyes. Eddie’s fifth birthday only a few months before you left them, oh the three of you were so happy, all big bright smiles. You smile through the tears at the bittersweet memories. You look at the next photo, newer, more recent you see Eddie and Wayne amongst a crowd of people who look to be cheering and jumping and throwing fists into the air. A concert you presume, it warms your heart to see the pair of them having fun, enjoying themselves. You wish you could have been there, wonder what it would’ve been like, when the buzz of the timer cuts through your thoughts. You rise from the ground, wiping away the tears and removing the tray from the oven you place it aside to cool.

You hear the water dying down as you load up the washing machine and turn the dial, pressing it down to start. Not long after, Eddie is emerging wearing his uncle’s old sweat pants, shirt clutched in his hand and towelling off his long curls.

You gasp, heart shattering to pieces at the sight before you, his body littered with stitches.

You hope your reaction goes unnoticed as he asks, “Did you find those bandages, Teetee?”

“Yeah… yeah on the table. Here, let me help you, sweetie.” You move to pick up the supplies.

He raises his arms, stretching them out by his sides allowing you to get to work patching him up. You secure your handywork with some medical tape and set off to plating up his dinner as he pulls the shirt over his head with a groan.

He takes a seat and you place his food before him with a smile.

“Pizza toast!” He exclaims, “Oh my god, I love this.”

“Yeah, I know. I used to make it all the time when you were little.” You reply fondly.

There had been much dilemma over the sleeping arrangement last night, Eddie didn’t want to take the bed and you refused to let him take the couch in his condition. You wouldn’t hear a word of it and got your way in the end. You rose before him this morning, occupying yourself by preparing breakfast for the two of you.

Eddie awoke to the smell of pancakes, his mouth watering. “Morning.” He calls from the doorway, his voice raspy with sleep and rubbing the grit from his eyes.

“Morning, Eddie Teddy!” You grin back at him, setting the final plate on the table. “Help yourself.” You offer with a sweeping gesture across the table.

“Mhm, I think… ‘m gonna try... calling a few people today. If tha’s ok?” He mumbles through a mouthful of food. He swallows before continuing, “Should try to get a message to Wayne, let him know where I am, that I’m ok.” He shovels another forkful into his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” You agree. “I’ve got some errands to run today though, so I won’t be home ‘til after two. You’ll be ok though, right?” You check with him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” He confirms.

The phone rings, and rings, and rings before he hears Dustin’s voice answering, “Hello?”

“Hey, Dustin it’s me. I need you to do me a favour.” The line is silent, “Dustin? You there?”

“Eddie…? Is that… ? That’s not possible. You’re dead. What the fuck is this?” He stutters down the line, bewildered.

“I’m not dead, why did you think I was dead?” He asks incredulously.

“They told everyone you died, man. What the fuck? What happened to you? Where are you?”

“Well, that’s why I’m calling, I need you to get a message to my uncle, ok?”

“Uh… yeah, sure.”

“Tell ‘im… tell ‘im I’m at my Teetee’s place. He’ll know what that means.”

“Eddie, what the fuck is a TT… hello… hello…” the line goes dead, he slams the receiver down in the cradle, “Son of a bitch!”

He’s pedalling furiously down the street towards Steve’s house, despite his recent injury, five days was definitely not enough time to heal. Throwing his bike aside on the lawn when he gets there he moves as fast as he can to the door. He ding-dongs the bell incessantly. The door opens revealing Steve, “Alright! What? What? What?”

“EDDIE’S ALIVE.” He puffs out, trying to catch his breath, leaning against the wall.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘Eddie’s alive’?”

“I mean he called me and gave me a message for his uncle. You need to take me to the graveyard, he’d be there right now.”

He sighs “Alright, get in the car.” He concedes, unlocking the vehicle.

Dustin grabs his bike from the grass and tosses it in the back seat, to Steve’s protest, “Hey, hey, hey watch the seats! What are you doing? Leave the bike.” He sighs “Oh, whatever just get in.”

Wayne is crouched by his nephew’s gravestone, cleaning off the graffiti yet again. Barely a day went by that someone hadn’t vandalised his nephew’s resting place, it was beginning to wear down on him.

“Mr. Munson.” Dustin limps over calling out.

Wayne looks over his shoulder, guarded, expecting some insult or other to be hurled at him.

“What is it kid?” He grumbles.

“I-it’s about Eddie, sir. He called me, with a message.” He begins shakily.

“My nephew is dead, what kind of sick joke are you playing kid.” He growls.

“It’s not a joke,” Dustin shakes his head vigorously, holding up his hands. “He said he’s ok. He’s at TT’s … said you’d know what that meant.”

He drops the brush in his hand in shock, “What? What did you just say?” His eyes widen in disbelief, “How do you know that name?”

“I told you Mr. Munson, Eddie called, told me to tell you…”

“How?” He cuts him off, “They gave me his ashes…” A disgusted look passing over his features. He rises storming off without a word.

Dustin looks back at Steve, confusion plastered across his face, “What was that? Do we… do we follow him? What do we do?”

“I dunno man,” Steve shrugs, “not much else we can do, really.”

“Do you think he believed me?”

“Yeah, yeah I think he did. We just gotta let him sort it out I guess.” He sighs, “Come on, let me take you home. You know you shouldn’t be biking on that ankle, what were you thinking?” He approaches Dustin, offering an arm to support him.

“I… well, I wasn’t really.” He admits, leaning against Steve as they set off back to the car.

Wayne had barely made any move towards rebuilding his life, living out of a motel in the meantime. He hadn’t been in to work the past week, they hadn’t said anything but he knew it was only a matter of time even with the circumstances. His savings had begun to dwindle, he felt like he was floundering most days, living in a waking nightmare, but the boy had given him an inkling of hope.

When he returned to his room he gathered his meagre belongings and sat on his bed in contemplation. He knew your address, had it memorised by now. There was many a time where he’d thought about it, thought about visiting you, picking up and leaving to live that little dream life together that you’d suggested. It all seemed to disappear in a cloud of smoke, in an instant, gone as quick as it came, though. But this time, this time it was real. He was ready to be done with this town, ready to see his boy again, after so much turmoil. Mouth set in a hard line he rose determinedly, slinging a bag over his shoulder, switching off the lights, closing the door behind him and turning the key in the lock.

Eddie was sprawled over the couch watching cartoons, munching on some cereal he’d found in one of the cupboards. Finally able to relax and breathe easy, no one chasing after him accusing him of murder, no evil monsters trying to kill him, finally a moment’s peace.

Until… there’s a knock on the door. He’s frozen in fear, a noise from the tv startles him. He fumbles for the remote switching off the tv with a wince. They’ve found him, they’re here to take him away and lock him up forever, he thinks. His breathing becomes ragged, there comes a knock yet again. He decides to take his chances and creeps over to the door on tiptoe. He peers through the peephole and sees… his uncle Wayne?

He throws open the door, flinging himself at his uncle without warning. His uncle stumbles back with the force, shock evident on his features. He places his hands on his nephew’s shoulders, pulling back to get a better look at him. Tears begin to well in both their eyes, “Eddie?” His uncle croaks.

“Yeah, yeah it’s me. I’m ok. I’m ok.” He repeats pushing his face back into his uncles chest.

“I didn’t do it… I swear I didn’t.” He sobs.

“I know son, I know.” He assures him, tears rolling down his cheeks, holding him close. “Come on let’s get inside, huh?”

Eddie nods breaking contact and leading the way.

After settling in the pair had a little heart to heart, Eddie explained all that he could about what had happened and his uncle consoled him.

“So, uh where’s y/n?” He asks rubbing a hand over the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh, she’s gone out for the day. Errands. She should be back soon though. Said she’d be back some time after two.” He shrugs.

As if on cue the key scraping in the lock of the front door can be heard and the handle twisits. The door swings open, “Hey, Eddie I’m back. I got you…” you break off dropping the bags in your hands as you’re greeted by the sight of Wayne and Eddie sitting on your couch. Wayne raises a hand, waving and giving you a nervous smile. You should have expected as much, but you don’t know why it’s come as a shock to see him again after all these years. Again your heart aches for what could have been, this could have been just any other day in another lifetime. Coming home to your family, seeing your boys sitting on the couch. Wayne stands, walking over to cautiously, “Hi…” he begins.

You wrap your arms around him, “Never thought I’d see you again.” You mumble into his chest, “God I’ve missed you, both of you.”

The three of you have sat down to dinner, Wayne is catching you up on everything that’s happened since your separation. Telling all sorts of stories about his nephew, embarrassing him terribly in the process while you laugh along.

“So… how long are you planning on staying?” You venture, tentatively and looking into your plate avoiding eye contact.

“Well, uh… as long as you’ll have me.” He replies, looking to Eddie he adds, “Or, us I should say.”

Excitement bubbles up in your chest, you find yourself hopeful, “Really? You’ll stay?”

“Yep.” He confirms, “Not much left to go back to… especially for the boy. No we need a new start.”

A few weeks had passed, Wayne and Eddie have settled in to your place nicely. Eddie’s taken the spare room, which the two of you set up together. Wayne and you have begun to rekindle what you once had. You knew it would take some work and a whole lot of time to repair the damage that had been done. No one can get back to what they once were overnight, but you were willing to try. You and Wayne had convinced a begrudging Eddie to sit for his GED, it’s not like he could reenrol in high school he’d have no transcripts. You spent your free time tutoring him, determined to help him succeed.

You’d decided to invite some of his friends from back home to see him, it was worth any risk for his happiness and well-being. You watch him from the doorway, leaning against the frame. He’s sitting at your couch, his friends surrounded the coffee table, sprawled all over the floor. They’d set up some board game and were talking animatedly, fully immersed in their own little world. You grin contentedly, his uncle creeps up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek, this is how it should’ve been all along.

#eddie munson fic #platonic eddie munson #platonic eddie munson x reader #wayne munson x reader #fix it fic #hurt/comfort #wayne munson

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Enemies to Lovers part Four of however many it takes for my coworker to Love Vil, by God, stop being stubborn

Summary: Azul kidnapped Vil to offer you a job?

A/N: okay, I'm so excited about next week's part of this lmao. Haven't started writing it yet, but hopefully when you get to the end you'll see why I'm so pumped

Part one. Part Two. Part Three. Part Five. Part Six. Part Seven. Part Eight. Part Nine. Part Ten. Epilogue.

You couldn't believe it. Azul kidnapped Vil just so he could offer you a job. It couldn't be good whatever he was about to offer.

"What kind of job?" You said, trying to appear as calm as possible.

"I'm glad you asked!" Azul pulled out several pieces of paper and placed them in front of you. "You see, dear prefect, we have spent the first half of our summer break undoing what you did. We cannot have your dorm for the second location of the Mostro lounge. That's fine. We moved forward, and purchased some space. We've had a building team on it, and are expecting it to be up and running by the second week of the new school year."

"What does this have to do with me? Or Vil for that matter, you literally could have just called me, I'd probably have shown up."

You heard Jade snickering, and Floyd giving what sounded like a pouty hmph. You chose to ignore them.

"What this has to do with you, dear prefect, is I need a manager at the second branch. You've proved yourself more than capable, despite your magical…limitations." He gave a smirk and pushed his glasses up his nose. "As to why Schoenheit is here, well, if you don't know, it's not my place to say."

Cryptic bastard.

"There's gotta be a catch," you said skeptically.

"I'm quite offended that you think so!" He didn't look offended at all. "I make it my business to hire good workers, and you happen to be one of them. We are prepared to offer you a salary at least double that of your current job, as well as help renovating your dorm. No worker of mine will live in a condemned death trap."

You bit your lip, thinking. It sounded too good a deal to be true. You looked at Vil, who just rolled his eyes. So helpful you thought.

"Alright, you win," you said, "but I want a back out clause in my contract just in case things go wrong."

"But of course!" Azul drafted up a contract, then handed you a pen. Once you signed, he extended his hand to you, and you shook it.

"It's a deal."

….

"956, 957, 958"

"Vil I'm sorry! If I'd known you were one of those psychos who brushed their hair 1000 times, I swear I wouldn't have messed it up! Just forgive me already!"

"965, 966, 967,"

You put on your best angry face, stood on your tip toes, and messed up his hair again.

"Gah! Why do you do these things!" He dropped the brush in exasperation.

You couldn't help but giggle. "It's fun to tease you," your face took on a more serious look. "Hey, I'm sorry you got caught up in all that."

Vil gave you a thin smile. "Do you really think the twins could take me down? Please," he rolled his eyes. "I was curious what they wanted, so I let them 'kidnap' me."

You suddenly felt angry. "You jerk! I was worried to death about you, and you just willingly went with them? You scared the shit out of me!"

"There's no need to be so upset, my sweet potato."

Was he… giggling? Seriously? He was giggling at your angst!

"Vil Schoenheit, you are an absolute jerk!"

He giggled again. His giggle was so sweet. He placed his hands on your shoulders, and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

"Would you prefer if I say I was actually kidnapped, and that I have you to thank for being my savior?"

"Yes," you muttered with a pout.

He cupped your face and squished your cheeks together, making your pout protrude even more.

"Thank you, My beloved Y/N, for saving me from the evil Octavinelle trio," he said with mock bravado.

Suddenly, you were very aware of how he was holding (squishing) your face. Then you noticed how close he stood, and how beautiful his relaxed smile was. You could feel your face burning so you pulled away.

"Anytime. You can make it up to me by taking tomorrow off so we can spend time in the spa," you looked at him, and saw his smile falter a little, "Unless you're scared of a little relaxation?"

He scoffed. "Of course not. I will speak to my manager about it immediately."

….

You were getting a pedicure while Vil was getting massaged. You recognized the masseuse as the one that helped with your back. As she continued Vil's massage you over heard,

"How's that shoulder doing, hun?"

"It's fine," Vil groaned.

"Wait, what's wrong with your shoulder?" You asked.

"Nothing. Early in my career I injured it on set. Instead of getting it looked at I kept trying to work through it. Our darling Angela here helped me work through the worst of it, but whatever I did to it, never fully recovered. It bothers me now and then, which is why she's on our home staff."

"Is that why you made me get my back fixed early?" You asked.

"Mhm." Vil hummed.

The masseuse, who you now knew was named Angela, finished up with Vil, and he joined you for his own pedicure.

He looked so relaxed. So at peace.

"I think you should take more days off," you said.

"Why?" He snorted. "I thought you learned your lesson after we went to the beach to 'relax'."

That had been so long ago, you had almost forgotten. But you couldn't let one failed experience get you down. You would get him to relax.

"You are definitely overworking yourself." You said. "If you want me to not overdo it, then you have to practice what you preach."

"Are you threatening me by telling me you're going to overwork yourself?"

"Is it working?" You giggled.

Vil sat quietly for a moment and then sighed heavily.

"I will schedule one day a week for the rest of the summer where you will lead a relaxation session for me. In exchange, at the end of the summer there is an awards show. I have been invited as an audience member, even though I haven't been in any films recently, and I need a plus one." He stared pointedly at you. "That will be you. Do we have a deal?" He smirked.

You did your best Azul impression, "It's a deal."

….

On their first "relaxation day" Vil arrived at your door at the crack of butt. He had knocked heavily on the door, waking up both you and Grim, leading Grim to start yelling at both of them.

By the time you were actually able to answer the door, you were already debating quitting before you had started. Then you saw Vil standing patiently at your door, trying to hold back his excitement. The poor man needed to learn to relax, and by God you were going to help him.

"Alright, sweet potato. What are we doing today?" He asked.

"Well, I was thinking we could go on a hike and have a picnic at the end."

"Excellent, I assume you are almost ready?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah, I won't be long," you groaned.

Once you were ready, you went out on your hike, all alone except for nature. Vil used the opportunity to playfully quiz you on ingredients you'd used for potions that he had taught you. He was beaming with pride that you got all of them right, and your heart fluttered that that smile was just for you.

They chose a place to have the picnic. Once they were both settled on the ground, you pulled out the food, which was just sandwiches, really, but the piece de resistance was the apple pie you had found at the bakery near your job.

Vil let out a satisfied hum as he ate his slice, "I think, for our next relaxation day, we should make one of these."

"A pie?" You questioned.

"Mhm. I've never really had the opportunity to just bake something," he said, violet eyes looking at you with a sweet innocence.

"Alright, next week then…"

….

Over the next week, you had received more information about your new job at the secondary location of Monstro lounge, and Vil had gone out to do…whatever it was he did. You tooootally didn't care. Nope. Not at all.

You'd forgotten all about the promise to bake on relaxation day. Vil hadn't.

Just as on the previous week, he was at your door bright and early. This time though, Grim was much more excited, considering you wouldn't be going outside, and you would be working with his favorite thing…food.

The entire time you were baking, you found yourself mesmerized by Vil's every movement. You realized this was probably second nature to him, considering potions were not so different from baking. He sliced the apples as though cutting through butter, he mixed the crust with trained movements, and he baked it to perfection. He was just so….

"Perfect," Vil said, eyeing the finished product. He glanced at you, eyes flashing with something you couldn't pick up. "Thank you for doing this with me."

"You did most of the work," you laughed.

He smirked, and looked away, humming as though he knew a secret.

….

The next week, you had learned your lesson, and we're up early. However, things were different when he came to your door.

"We have to change our plans today. The time has come to pick the new Pomefiore housewarden. I think you should come with me."

You tilted your head in confusion, "why?"

"Because, Epel is up for the running, and I'm sure he could use his favorite people for support." He turned to leave, before looking back at you. "Text Deuce and tell him we'll pick him up on the way."

Tag list: @stygianoir @da-disappointment

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #twst vil

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blackberries45 · 2 years

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Through The Mirror

Maybe part 1 of ??

Summary: You have been living in the New York Sanctum and awake to find Stephen Strange in your bed. However, it turns out a little too strange.

Word Count: ~5k

Warning: Swearing. Unprotected bang sesh. Deceptive.

Notes: first time writing a smutty sesh, also, horrific speller and grammar could all but be kissed goodbye. I was going one direction with this, but it ended up a very different way. Please let me know if you'd actually like a part two lol

They used to call you Mirror before the Snap because you could mimic anyone’s abilities presented in front of you to some degree. Never an exact copy, but close enough to do some damage that wasn’t expected. Nick Fury had come up with the name even though he didn’t know exactly where to place you in the superhero scheme of things, and after the Snap, you got lost through the cracks just like so many other superheroes and the like. Now they just call you by your first or last name, depending on who was talking to you. You stared in the reflection you saw in the bathroom, remembering how you’d gotten into this situation and smiled.

It wasn’t your first pick to be living here. After almost five years of being alone and practically on the streets though, a silent mansion filled with bizarre crap seemed at least passable. You had filled the time alone with some bad habits and even worse personal worth. It was starting to get to you.

When Wong offered for you to live at the Sanctum, you were rather stunned. You had met him before but weren’t even acquaintances. It was by complete chance he had seen you again walking around New York. “I can’t pay you though, Wong. I don’t have a job.” You looked down as the words came out.

“Pay me by helping to protect the Sanctum and giving me company. It can be a lonely job. Especially now.” His face was serious but kind. You appreciated both.

“But I have no skills now. I haven’t practiced mirroring in years. I’m out of shape in every way possible.” Were you trying to get out of a free place to stay? What the heck was wrong with you??

“I will take you to Kamar-Taj. If you are serious about helping me, then you will indeed need skills to defend the Sanctum. You don’t need others’ powers to reflect. If you are dedicated, work hard, and truly want a better path, you can be trained.”

With that you had a new home and a new sense of purpose. During the week at the beginning, he would open a portal for you to go through to study and practice with the other students. That lasted a few months but then the people who had disappeared during the Snap suddenly reappeared. It didn’t seem right for you to take up a space anymore at Kamar-Taj, so you just studied what you had learned with Wong in your free time at the Sanctum instead.

When everyone reappeared, it had been a happy but confusing time. No one seemed to know where to fit in or how to go about life with people back they thought were gone forever. One person in particular though made his unhappiness known. He not only was not the Sorcerer Supreme, but to have someone living at the Sanctum who hadn’t been a student at Kamar-Taj originally really seemed to rub him the wrong way.

You could sympathize at first with Stephen Strange's confusion and displease, but dear God, enough already! It was far too easy to start picking at him and oh boy, would he serve it right back. Call it flirting, call it boredom. Whatever it was, it took up the time and made him annoyed with you yet not be able to do much without you.

***

“Wong is back at Kamra-Taj so what should we do today?” You knew this wasn’t really a question for you to answer. Stephen was always busy and always had a plan for his day. He was just thinking out loud and using it as an attempt at being polite since you had walked into the room.

“You could start a bonfire in the front room.” A grunt came from behind the book Stephen had his nose shoved in.

“You could conjure a giant swimming pool and we could go swimming.” A response of, “Sure” was all you needed to know that he now was truly not paying attention and you could say whatever you wanted.

“Maybe I should get naked and see how many times I can run up and down the stairs in ten minutes while you watch.” You were now leaning against the door frame of one of the many rooms storing old, dust books, arms crossed across your chest staring at him.

“We should work on your reflexes.” He started to set the book down. “You starlet too easily which means..”

*SNAP* He was standing right behind you and whispering in your ear as you jumped and screamed.

“...that you are terrible in a sneak attack.” He was grinning at the sight of you now holding your chest stupidly like it would slow your heart rate.

“You’re a dick!” Your face was flushed but not just from him scaring you. You wondered if he had moved so quickly because he was actually listening.

“I’m off!” he suddenly announced as he turned on his heels. “Try not to burn the place down or let any creeps in.”

You rolled your eyes and followed him as he started to descend down the staircase. You stopped at the top, watching as he changes mid step from his sweats and hoodie to street clothes in a blink of an eye.

He was almost to the door when without turning around he called back over his shoulder, “And do let me know how many times you make it up and down the stairs in ten minutes. I’m so fascinated to know.” With that, the door closed and you let out a high pitched noise of embarrassment and annoyance.

***

The shower had been nice, but there was only so much time you could waste in the water. You walked to the mirror, toweling your hair roughly when you saw Stephen in the reflection, standing in the hall.

“Can you stop being a shit now please!?” you snapped your head around, but he was already gone. Luckily you had wrapped a towel around you before getting out of the shower. Since no one around here really used a cellphone, you just were in the habit of keeping doors open so when Wong or Stephen came back and forth, they could hear where you were. This however was not funny. Why was he just staring at you? And he scared you half to death when you noticed him. You walked over and slammed the door shut.

After drying your hair and dressing, you walked down stairs, still annoyed. Headed for the kitchen, you heard Stephen and Wong talking.

“You scared me half to death!” You had stopped in the doorway and looked hard at Stephen.

“Uh, I was just joking?” Stephen turned towards Wong. “Someone is grumpy today.”

“You think it’s funny to scare me coming out of the shower? How long were you there anyway?” What the hell was wrong with this asshole today?

“Wait, what?” Stephen turned his whole body towards you now.

“Yeah, I don’t know what your problem is, but that was creepy as hell and I will be making sure to close the doors when no one is home.” You were now officially pissed. Could he not just say sorry?

“First off,” he leaned against the kitchen counter with his side, “we can figure out where you are without you leaving the doors open. We thought you did that to feel safer somehow, but be our guest and close them. Secondly, I have been down here with Wong for all of ten minutes. I haven’t been upstairs.” He looked miffed now.

“All you had to do was say sorry.” You rolled your eyes and decided lunch would be eaten outside the walls of the Sanctum today. You had enough spare change for a slice of pizza and that was exactly where you were headed.

***

It was a beautiful day. Your favorite pizza spot was just two blocks away, but you figured taking your time wouldn’t be a bad thing. You slowly walked past shops of all sorts. A beautiful flower shop caught your eye and you stood for several minutes admiring all of the different types of blooms and greenery. You couldn’t help but smile while smelling them and listening to the city whirl and chatter around you.

Lazily looking in shop windows, you finally found yourself at the pizza shop. The smell alone helped cure your hunger. They were super busy and the line wrapped outside. ‘More time to myself’ you grinned. You always had the same but today, you reached for a menu to read through while you waited. If the smell helped take some of the hunger away, the descriptions on the menu would no doubt bring the hunger pains back.

Just as you stretched out your hand to the menu stand, someone else’s hand grabbed for it as well. You looked up.

“Are you fucking joking!?” You were raging now. When would he learn to leave you alone?

Stephen apologized to the person standing in between you two and offered to let them go ahead of him in line so he could stand next to you instead.

“How did you even get here before me?” You were for the third time today, standing with your arms crossed across your chest. This was clearly your unhappy pose.

“You had left in such a hurry.” He looked at you with almost a blank expression.

“Because you were a dick, yet again, and couldn’t just say sorry for making me jump out of my skin!” You were a little louder than you meant to be and people started turning to look at you.

“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll buy you lunch and we can talk about it.” It wasn’t really a question, yet again. Sometimes you found that quirk of his amusing, but not so much this time. However, you accepted and as you finally got your food, you both decided to take a walk and eat while circling the block.

Stephen took a bite of his pizza. “I can see why he says such nice things about you.”

You looked at him sideways. “Who, Wong?” Taking eating your pizza slice while walking and trying to think wasn’t the most graceful thing for you. You spotted a bench and pointed to it.

“Um, yes. Wong,” he sat down next to you rather closely, “is always saying how gifted and beautiful you are.”

“Alright Doctor Freakazoid, I’ve had enough jokes for the day!” You started to get up but he pulled you by the arm back down.

“I’m just trying to say sorry. I don’t apologize often and it gets all jumbled. But, I'm sorry I scared you.”

You sighed and relaxed your shoulders. It stayed silent until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Do you still love her?” ‘Wow. you just blasted that out didn’t you?’ you practically yelled at yourself.

Stephen swallowed his last bite and tossed the crust at a few pigeons that had gathered around.

“She is gone. I have love for her, but I’m not still in love with her. That would be holding onto a past that doesn’t hold on to me.” He slowly turned to look you in the eyes. “Why do you ask?”

‘Shit. Of course he would ask why, you moron. Go ahead and try to explain this one.’ “I don’t know” you mumbled like a dumb little kid trying to not get caught in a lie, “I just wondered.”

His smile started to curl into his cheeks. “There’s more than that or else you wouldn’t have asked.”

‘Fuck my life. Just say it!!’ “I don’t know. I guess it’s the way you look at me sometimes. You look at me in certain ways, and I’m not sure what you are thinking.” You had turned your head away from him as soon as you started talking but you waited and looked over at him just at the corner of your eye. He had raised an eyebrow and dropped half the smile. You couldn't tell if he was about to laugh at you or say something mean.

Suddenly without warning he stood up. “I have to go check on something. We can talk more later.” with that, he was gone.

***

When you finally made it back to the Sanctum, you were dazed and confused to say the least. You walked to the kitchen to get some water. Maybe that would clear your head.

“Oh, I thought you were Stephen.” Wong looked up from the table warmly at you.

“I just saw him. He said he had something to check on but I'm not sure what or where.” You shrugged and grabbed your water bottle to fill up. Once you were finished, you headed up the stairs to your room.

*SMACK*

“You should really watch where you are going!” You and Stephen had collided at the top of the stairs. Bug eyed, you stared at him.

“Come on”, he said with heavy annoyance, “you aren’t going to claim I scared you again, are you?”

“But, I thought you said you had to go check on something?” You gestured over your shoulder, referring in your mind to outside. Your mouth hung open a little while still looking at him like a deer in headlights.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t left here again yet. I’m obviously just about to go down the stairs.” he was now sounding pissy.

“But we just ate pizza and you said…” You jumped when he cut you off.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you today but maybe you should take a nap or a very long vacation from this place. Clearly you need some time away.” With that, he brushed past you and headed down the stairs. “Wong, I’m headed out! Keep an eye on things around here for an hour please. Clearly someone is having a hard day.” And out the door again, he was gone.

It took everything in you to turn slowly around and start heading for your room again.

***

You had your favorite pajamas on and your earbuds in with a lovely rain background loop playing. ‘What is happening today? Maybe he’s right and I just need a nap. Maybe I wasn’t reading him right earlier and he found me asking about Christine, offensive.’ You closed your eyes and it didn’t take long to drift off.

Hours could have passed, you hadn’t set an alarm. It had been a dreamless sleep until now. You started slightly swaying your body as if being tickled. You could hear yourself gently groan, as if annoyed by being woken. You started to dream of someone, you couldn’t see their face well, touching your bare thighs, just below your sleep shorts.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked in your dream. Not annoyed now, just gently asking.

“I’m sorry I left earlier.” You couldn’t make out the voice but you felt their hand go higher, now to your butt and starting to rub the cheek.

‘What do you mean?’ you asked, still thinking it was in your head.

The hand suddenly dug into your skin and instantly you yelped and sat forward in bed. You flung the earbuds out of both ears and were startled to see Stephen sitting on the side of your bed with your covers back.

“What the hell are you doing!?” You felt like your heart would explode. Quickly you pulled your legs up to your chest.

“I’m not trying to startle you yet again. It’s simply now night and I was worried you were sleeping too long. I called your name several times but I think your earbuds made it so you couldn’t hear me.” Indeed you noticed it was now dark and he had turned on the light next to your bed.

“Um, ok.” you didn’t know where this was going. Get the fuck out seemed too harsh but you may go now, seemed closer.

He must have seen it cross your face because he started in again. “I wasn’t trying to scare you. Look, I just wanted to..” He did a twiddle motion with his fingers. You hadn’t seen him do that before. “...talk.”

“Um, ok.” was all you could manage again.

“Or more.” he grinned that all encompassing grin again. ‘What the fuck?!’

The words finally caught up with you. “WHAT THE FUCK?” You shouted it.

“Kinda.” he turned to fully face you on the bed. Was this forwardness hot? Or was it fucked up? Your mind was racing back and forth, not to mention up and down.

“Wait!” you raised a hand even though he hadn’t moved. “I don’t understand how we got here or what is happening.” You kept blinking rapidly, trying to either focus or wake from whatever dream you were having.

“You said it yourself.” He shrugged one shoulder. “I look at you in certain ways. I’m done hiding it. I told you how I feel about Christine now and I saw the relief in your face. You can’t hide that anymore either.”

A rush of red flooded your face. You had simply asked a childish question. You guessed you might as well have just blurted out, ‘Hey, I have a big stinking crush on you, even though we are way past grown-ass adults’ Before you could speak, he started again.

“You’re thinking too much. I can see it across your face.” His eyebrow was raised in a way that made your stomach flutter but your brain go, ‘I’m in danger’ and honestly, it was turning you on in some sick way.

You had never heard Stephen even mention being casual with anyone before. Hell, you’d never seen him bring anyone home before. Not that he’s had long too. As the thoughts swirled, he inched closer.

“I’m really bad at this.” You blurted it out and it made him pause.

“At what?” There was the eyebrow again. This time in the form of a question, not a suggestion.

“Um, all of this.” You waved a circle in front of you to show the bed.

His head went back and he gave a hearty laugh. “Ok first rule,” your eyes widened. No one had been this forward with you before, “we are grown and can say the word se…,” Without noticing your eyes winced. God, you felt embarrassed already. He was soon going to realize what a mistake he was making. “Oh ok. We are that type of shy.” the giant smile was back across his face.

“You know, I didn’t peg you like this but”, he moved further up the bed, “it makes it that much more fun.” He was inches from your face now. You still had a hold of your legs like a damn security blanket.

“Stephen, I'm serious. I don’t know what Wong might have told you, like, yeah, I made some sleazy choice during the Snap but that was usually under the influence of something. I’m extremely self-conscious and probably wouldn’t have…” He cut you off again but at almost a whisper.

“I get it. And that is why, rule number one, is you will wear this blindfold.” He pulled out of thin air a deep red silk blindfold. It looked like a ruby in the table lamp light. You slowly reached out to grab it and he started again.

“Rule number two, you try your hardest not to make much noise. And rule number three, you have to fucking relax.” with that you let out a giggle.

“Ok..” but before you could get out anything else, he kissed you. Very calm and sweet at first. Your mind started racing again. ‘Oh shit, I'm not good with tongue, what if he wants more? How am I going to do this? He’lll never want this again.’

He gently pulled away and quietly said, “relax”, again while pulling your knees down. He reached a hand up to your cheek and kissed you again. Soft at first, and then more demanding. Yep, he did want more and you tried to just breathe and follow his lead. He didn’t make you gag, but just ever so slightly parted your lips, tracing the bottom of your upper lip with his tongue.

He moved away from your mouth and sat back. Taking the blindfold back in his hands, he stretched the back band so it would fit over your head.

“Are you on birth control?” The question startled you. You scrambled for the correct answer without ruining the mood by an explanation.

“Yes.” ‘Liar’ your brain shouted at you.

“Good. Ready?” he asked with that damn eyebrow raised.

“Yes.” you whispered out, and closed your eyes as he placed the mask over you.

You could feel him shift off of the bed for a moment. When he returned and you felt the weight of the dip again, you gulped hard. The eye mask was such a simple thing, yet it made all of your other senses so much stronger. You could feel the movement of air he created from his movement across your skin. You could hear the rain sounds quietly coming from your earbuds still lying on the floor. And you could tell when he was just inches from your face. He gently touched your check and suddenly you realized you were naked. You inhaled sharply and went to put your arms over your bare chest when he grabbed them and leaned to your ear again.

“You have to relax.” His words tickled your ear and it was all you could do to not giggle out of the tickle and the awkwardness you felt.

Suddenly you were pulled down the bed. God you had never felt this over exposed. He was over the top of you and started planting tiny kisses along your neck. You took a deep breath, but as you started to exhale, your breath turned into a tiny moan as he gently sucked where he had given your neck the latest kiss. You could feel him smile along your skin as he moved the alternative kissing and slightly sucking down. As he grazed your right nipple you started to cry out, but held you down and calmly whispered, “you must be quiet”, against your chest. You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head. He silently went to your left nipple and this time you just let out another soft moan until all fell still.

‘Where did he go?’ you were trying to use all of your senses to tell, but just as you started to think he had left, your legs suddenly were grabbed and it took you covering your mouth with your hands to not scream from the surprise.

“I haven’t really done that before,” you said in a horse whisper.

“Then you’ll have to really make sure you are quiet, because this will make you want to scream.” The way he said it sounded like he was smiling but his tone sounded..different. It sounded in control, which you thought you wanted, but it almost had a tone that scared you. It sounded as though this wasn’t about you really after all. ‘Relax! It’ll be fine. Just breathe.’ You tried reassuring yourself. Preparing, you put your hands over your mouth to try and physically hold back any sound that may try to escape. You could hear another low laugh from Stephen.

His strong arms grabbed both of your thighs and without warning, he just started in. It was a weird sensation. At first you liked it. Or did you? He immediately started licking your clit, but had done nothing before. ‘This isn’t like anything I've read’ you thought to yourself. The licks were harsh and aggressive. You felt over-stimulated and exposed. You hoped it would get better but after what felt like forever, you finally had enough.

“Can you just be in me instead?” You felt silly and stupid. Stehphen Strange was willing to have his face just all up in your business, but you were going to deny what was supposed to be a magical moment of an oragsm focused solely on you? You felt ashamed but heard him laugh yet again.

“Of course. Couldn't handle it?” he sounded smug and sure of himself.

‘No, but probably not for the same reasons you are thinking’ you thought. “It’s just, I think I'm ready now.”

Without much warning, he slipped two of his fingers into you, curling the tips up right at the perfect spot. A moan left your lips again. If he could have done that while down there, that would have been different. The reaction seemed to make him pleased. He kept pumping his fingers into you for a moment. When he stopped there was another pause. You jumped a little when you noticed he was touching your eye mask.

“Just making sure it’s still in place.” You could feel him starting to position himself over you. You mentally prepared again, expected there would be little warning. Feeling him aline himself with your opening, you noticed he was already covered in pre cum from how he then rubbed the top of his dick all over the sides of your opening and across your clit. ‘This is the weirdest experience of my life’ You had to try with all of your might to stifle the laugh that was starting to brew in your throat. The concentration however didn’t last long because as you thought, with no warning, he suddenly shoved himself fully into you.

It hurt at first. He felt large and you were barely wet enough for it to go in without feeling like sandpaper. However, he seemed to better at this than anything else because it started to feel… good. Like, really good. He didn’t start off soft and slow but the pace he was going was about where you would have wanted him to end up any way. The size of him and the painfully yet wonderfully full stretch you felt with every thrust had you starting to arch your back. He didn’t touch you much, so you started touching where you needed. First you squeezed your own nipples and then lightly tugged them. Then you restarted working one hand down your stomach, thinking he might just slap it away, but it reached the poor abused clit where you had needed it most.

With your head starting to tilt to the side, and your back arching further off the bed, you could feel the first waves finally starting to swell in your stomach. As you tried to keep the pace with his hips, you cried out as your climax finally broke free. He kept going for a moment and then slowed, giving you just a moment to pant while you rode it out. ‘Alright, that was… something. Let’s be done now please’

“Ready for round two?” If you heard the smile in his voice one more time, you were going to kick him out of your room. “Sure! That was… nice.” 'More lies'.

Without notice, big surprise, he flipped you over. “On your knees,” he all but barked at you. This atleast was a winner position for you. You knew how to angle your body and how to move. He literally couldn’t mess this up and you could use him without him knowing. As he slammed back into you for the second time, the game was on.

Minutes went by and you could feel the sweat on you coming off him. You couldn’t wait to take a shower, but God you were so close. The only things you took from him were his pounding pace and his above average size. Bunking your hips back into him, he used him for all he was worth in the moment. You let your head flop down on the pillow and found your aching clit once more. Tiny circles getting faster and faster, you could feel the waves once more starting to swelling in your lower stomach. Finally, it was happening. As he pulled back, you tried slowing your panting to breathing and rolled back onto your back. After a few minutes you reached up with the back of your hand to brush your damp hair off your forehead but in doing so, it caught the edge of your eye mask. ‘What the fuck!?

The last thing you heard was your own scream, slowly getting quieter as you passed out from what you will think when you wake is exhaustion.

***

Stephen sat up in bed, looking at the clock on his nightstand. 1:15 am glowed brightly back at him. Remembering what he thought he had heard that woke him, he waited quietly for a moment. Silence was all that followed. ‘Shit’ he thought to himself. He slowly pulled on his clothes and headed for the door, his cloak effortlessly landing upon his shoulders.

Down by the fireplace Wong was seated reading a book. “Why are you up?”

“Some nights I stay up late. Some days I wake early.” Wong, always full of logical and no-flowery answers.

“Uh, ok…anyway,” Stephen tilted his head to the side while asking Wong, “did you hear something a bit ago? Like a scream by chance?”

“You heard a scream?” Wong set down his book on his lap while looking up at Stephen.

With a heavy sigh, Stephen sat down in the overstuffed chair across from Wong. “I think I was just dreaming.” He stared into the fire, slowly falling asleep again, replaying the sound he was sure had woken him.

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shipthecarsons · 9 months

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WAS IT A DREAM?

Elsie started slowly opening her eyes. The intensity and amount of light trying to pierce through her eyelids were unbearable.

In the end, she wasn’t as shocked as one would expect when she fully took in her surroundings. Maybe it was because she thought it was a dream or maybe it was because she knew she was very old, and that this day would have to come eventually.

“Elsie Carson?” She heard a man’s echoing voice. At first, she didn’t realise where it was coming from, but there was a ray of light showing her the way and so she followed it. She was holding her long nightgown up, her bare feet landing softly onto an unknown surface covered with clouds.

“Elsie Carson?” Said the man again once she appeared in front of him.

“Am I dead, Peter?” She recognised him immediately.

“Funnily enough, no. You are not dead Elsie.” Peter sniggered under his beard.

Elsie just narrowed her eyes, inhaling deeply, readying herself for whatever is to come.

“Good news for you, you are only here for a reference so to speak.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s your husband who’s dead.”

Elsie cried out loud , trying to cover her crooked expression and wide-open mouth with her palm.

“How is that good news?” She said once she pulled herself together again.

“Well, perhaps not the best way to put it.” Peter ran his hand through his beard apologetically. “Good news is I think your reaction might be taken as a good sign-”

“Could you stop referring to things as good news-” Elsie stopped herself and added “-please,” playing with her long braided grey hair.

“I’m sorry, I won’t say it again.” He offered her a sympathetic smile.

“What am I here for then?”

“To vouch for him.”

“Ok.” She held her chest up high.

“The boss isn’t necessarily sure if he should let him in here.” Peter was studying his nails.

“Why ever not?”

“Let’s say your husband wasn’t always a kind man.”

“But he was.” She argued, her fists clutched together.

“Are you sure?” Peter raised his eyebrows. “Because according to our records, Charles Carson was a bit of a bully.”

“He might have made some mistakes in the past, but at heart he is a very good man.” She understood her assignment well and was eager to fight for him.

“Was a very good man.” Peter corrected her and then jumped slightly upon seeing fire growing behind her teary eyes. She could run the whole of hell, he thought, they’d love her down there.

“Well you just said he wasn’t.” She snapped back at him.

“I don’t think you getting clever with me will necessarily help your husband, Elsie.” Peter warned her steadily.

“Mr Carson was sometimes acting out due to the pressures of his job.” She decided to continue calmly.

“Is that an excuse, when he drove a man into committing suicide?”

Elsie swallowed loudly. “I don’t think that this situation is as black and white as you say” She bit her lips. “Mr Barrow always has been the author of his own misfortunes. Not everyone understood his nature, but I think Charlie did understand, as much as a man of his time could. When it came to his constructed dismissal, there was pressure from outside or rather upstairs and I know Charlie regretted it deeply afterwards.”

“Did he?”

“He did, he was upset for weeks.”

“Alright.”

“You’re not going to level with me?” Elsie asked carefully.

“Not necessarily, we just want to hear what you’ve got to say, whether it’s enough or not is another question. We already heard his poor arguments, and that’s why he had to call you in.”

“He called me in?” Elsie stepped closer to Peter as if she was hoping to catch a glimpse of her husband behind the gate.

Saint Peter looked behind his shoulder and back at her. “He’s not here now.” He shuddered at seeing the disappointment in her eyes, he got up and walked around a bit. “But we asked him for suggestions. Suggestions of people that see him for who he really is. When he put you forward, God wasn’t best pleased. There is a reason why people say ‘love is blind’ he never lets spouses and lovers vouch for people, they can never stay objective.”

“Then why am I here?” Elsie was blinking fast in confusion.

“I insisted.” Peter admitted as he was sitting back down in his highchair.

“You did?”

“I like you. I like you a lot because you remind me of me.”

“Why.” Elsie was baffled.

“Your keys for one.” He pointed his finger toward her hip.

Elsie suddenly felt her keys heaving her down, dangling by her thigh. She looked down only to realise she was wearing her housekeeper outfit out of the blue (literally).

“You are very fair, and you guard the house, and most importantly people, the same way I do with Heaven.”

“I see.” Elsie didn’t know how to take such a compliment.

“So I wanted to see you, see how you fight for your sinful man.”

“Sinful, is that what you call him up here?” Elsie had to laugh sarcastically.

“We do now, but that’s why you’re here, to prove us wrong.”

“Try me.”

“What about Mr Molesley then? The poor man only needed a job, a few shillings to survive… Yet your husband was adamant in not hiring him.”

“He hired him in the end.”

“Then bullied him for wanting to be the first footman, then bullied him some more for wanting to change his career…” Peter raised his eyebrows. “The list goes on, Elsie, I’m waiting.”

“Well… he…” She needed a minute to gather her words.

“I can see you agree with me, Elsie, I can see it in your eyes.”

“I’m not ashamed to admit I think his behaviour was wrong, but I also remember he had to deal with other things at the time. Alfred was leaving, for one, his favourite subordinate.” She explained. “He would never let on it made him upset, but it did. Then the tremors started and he was terrified he might not be able to do his job properly.”

“So?”

“Well it’s only human, no?”

“Is that your argument, Elsie?”

“I’m sure he regretted it afterwards.”

“That’s a bit better.”

“He was kind and helped Mr Molesley on many other occasions.”

“Give us an example.”

“He erm-“

Saint Peter just laughed.

“He guided him through his work. He always looked out for all of his subordinates.”

“All of them?”

“Yes.” Elsie stood her ground not willing to budge.

“What about Miss O’Brian, Daisy, Jimmy, or even your friend Mrs Patmore?”

“I am not sure why you are mentioning Miss O’Brian and Jimmy, whatever treatment they got from my husband they thoroughly deserved” She said sternly.

“Alright, what about the other ones?” Peter was testing her.

“You know he learned through his mistakes. Maybe a little slower at times. That surely doesn’t make him worthy of hell!” She wailed the last sentence with such urgency. Tears started falling from her eyes again like raindrops.

“Hmm.” Saint Peter was gaping at her for a few moments as she was quietly whimpering, before he continued. “Why don’t you give me an example then? An example of his kindness.”

“There is myriad of examples.”

“A person then, that he was kind to.”

“I mentioned Alfred already didn’t I.”

“You mean the boy he was unnecessarily rude to for having bad relatives?”

“You call it rudeness I call it caution.” She claimed decisively. “And he gave him a chance and became a good friend and a sort of father figure to him.”

“Hmm.” Peter was observing her with interest. She really was quite determined.

“And what about the family and lady Mary? He was nothing but kind to them.” She was still sniffling a bit but her voice was steady.

“At the expense of others perhaps.”

“Not always.” She corrected him.

“At the expense of you for example.” Peter probed her.

She looked him in the eye and frowned.

“Or your friend, Mrs Patmore.”

“Hm.” Elsie ran her tongue over her teeth thinking. “I know what you’re doing, but you are never going turn me against him.” She exclaimed.

Saint Peter just smiled slyly.

“Charlie’s always been so kind to Lady Mary, even when she was a little girl.” She tried to hide her own feelings regarding that matter even though she suspected Peter knew. “He protected the family no matter what, he did his duty more than very well.”

“Well-“ He wanted to continue bit she jumped in.

“He always guided and set an example to all of his and my staff.”

“Including Mr Branson?”

“He warmed to Mr Branson in the end, and he was never unkind to him.”

“Because of you.”

Elsie bit her lips again. “Why should that make a difference.”

“Do you not think it should?”

“Surely not.” Elsie rolled her eyes in frustration.

“Why not?” Peter kept being insistent.

“Because it’s still the same kindness coming from within his heart and not mine.” She shook her head and earned a smile from the saint.

“Very well then,” Peter started again. “That’s his kindness towards others but what about you, Elsie? What about his lack of kindness towards you?”

“There’s always been more than plenty of kindness in our marriage - never a lack.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am.”

Saint Peter just raised his eyebrows.

“I never complained.” She gradually succumbed to his omnipresent judgement.

“Never?” His eyebrows were so high they seemed to be floating just above his forehead.

“No.” Elsie said inaudibly, swallowing her nerves.

“Not even to Beryl Patmore?” He reminded her.

“Well-“

“I didn’t ask you here to fabricate a wishful story-“ Peter thundered but the housekeeper interrupted him.

“Maybe one or two times I complained.” Elsie was now fidgeting with her skirt. “But we always resolved it in the end.” She added with fervour. “We love-d each other dearly.”

“Hmm, I see.” He backed down a tad.

“To me he is…” She dithered. “He was a kind husband, a loving companion, a caring friend…”

“And?” Peter sensed she had something on the tip of her tongue.

“…and a selfless lover.” She added proudly, unashamed. She never felt as loved and worshiped as she felt during their nights of passion.

“I’ve seen better.” Peter said levelly after a moment of awkward silence.

“I didn’t know you watched!” Elsie looked up at him - embarrassment now replaced by exasperation.

“Well-“ Peter started blushing as well. “We see everything.” He cleared his throat hoping they’d change the subject soon.

“Well then you must know.” She started again with passion. “Then you must know what a kind man he is-“ She continued reiterating everything that she already said and more. And Saint Peter just sat there, listening until he raised his hand to stop her heartfelt monologue.

“I’ve heard enough!” He rumbled decisively but also offered her a proud smile.

“I-“ Elsie found it hard to suddenly stop talking.

“Thank you, Elsie,” He said and pulled a lever covered with pearls beside him.

It opened a double-door under Elsie’s feet and she fell through it within seconds.

Then she opened her eyes again. She was back in their cottage, in their comfy bed. It was still dark. She could sense her husband’s body laying next to her. She turned to face him and hugged him from behind, whispering “I love you so much, Charlie.” He didn’t respond and she squeezed him tighter. “Charlie?” She checked after a moment and then panicked. “Charlie?” Her blood turned cold as silence prevailed…

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meowmeow-motherfucker · 3 months

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The Fox & the Squirrel- Chapter 14

Summary: Chasing yet another demon in a long line of hunts, the Winchesters get help from an unlikely source. But their new recruit isn’t exactly who she says she is. Savannah is used to looking over her shoulder. Life in hiding doesn’t leave much room for enjoyment, but traveling with the Winchesters just may give her a new lease on life.

Fic pairing: Dean Winchester/OFC Savannah Hart

Trigger warnings: elements of horror and witchcraft, references to past torture/trauma, Crowley is a dick, lies and deception, mutual pining, flirting, sex, typical Winchester shenanigans.

Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16242644/chapters/37972217

“Absolutely not.”

“Please Savannah? It's the easiest way for us to get in and investigate.” Sam pleaded.

“Once again, absolutely not! ” Savannah hissed, turning her angry gaze from the strip club to the back of Sam's head. The Impala sat idling on the rainy street, Dean wisely keeping quiet as he watched the heated exchange between Savannah and his brother.

“Look, we need to get in-”

“I agree, but this is not the way to do it!”

“Yes it is!”

“No it's not! Believe it or not, this job has a skill requirement- yes it does, Dean, shut up- and that is not a skill I possess!”

“Oh come on, it can't be that hard!” Dean argued.

“Well by all means Dean, if that's how you feel then you do it!” Dean visibly paled at the challenge.

“I mean...I don't exactly have the right equipment…”

“And this isn't that kind of establishment, so we are once again at square one.” Sam turned in his seat to glare at Savannah.

“What do want me to do Sam? I can't just snap my fingers and magically know how to pole dance.”

“Well let's canvas the town, maybe there's a dance studio that offers lessons,” Sam suggested. “I know it's not great, but it's the best we've got. People are dying, Savannah.”

“Oh my god, fine. Fine! Let’s just get settled for the night.” Savannah grouched, sinking back into her seat and grumbling about stupid stripper-killing monsters.

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“Savannah? How's it going?” Sam knocked on the bathroom door.

“Don't you dare rush me, Sam!” Savannah called through the door. She’d been working at the club for a week, strictly as a server while she took intensive pole-dancing lessons. Even for someone like Savannah it was fucking exhausting. But tonight was different. Tonight, Savannah had been scheduled as a dancer, and she couldn’t be more nervous.

“Are you okay?”

“No! I'm really uncomfortable with this whole situation. I don't know how to do this, Sam! I hate being the center of attention and I hate people! I don't know how to-to flirt and be sexy.”

“What can I do to help?” Sam asked.

“Next time there's a case that requires one of us to take our clothes off, you're doing it.”

“Okay,” Sam shrugged. “Or we could make Dean do it.”

“What am I doing?”

“Stripping.”

“What’s the big deal about it?”

“She's nervous, Dean. You could be a little more supportive.” Sam shot his brother an angry look. Dean shrugged apologetically.

“I guess I don't understand.”

“Well bully for you Dean; why don't you quit hunting and become a fucking Chippendale then?” Savannah hissed from the bathroom. “I think I'm gonna puke.”

“You can do this, Savannah.” Sam tried to boost her morale, frowning when he heard her groan on the other side of the door.

“Can I stab people if they try to touch me?” She asked timidly. “I really don't think I can handle people touching me.”

“If you can find a way to conceal a knife, you go right ahead and stab people,” Sam laughed. “But really, you shouldn't have to worry about people touching you. It's against the rules and there's security there to keep you safe.”

“Plus you and Dean.”

“Plus me and Dean,” Sam nodded. “It's only for a little while. We'll keep you safe.”

“Fine, but don't look at me.” Savannah said.

“Well uh...we kinda have to in order to-yeah, okay, we won't look! Everything will be fine!” Sam backpedaled when Savannah groaned loudly.

“You two owe me big time after this!” She shouted. “Can I have my coat please?”

“Yep! Getting it right now!” Sam scurried to collect her coat, dutifully looking away when she cracked the door open to take it from him. “You good?”

“Let's get this over with before I change my mind.” Savannah sighed.

~~~~

“You gotta stop doin’ that,” Dean chided Savannah sharply. “It's freaking me out.”

“Oh you're nervous for me? How thoughtful of you.” Savannah hissed.

“I'm just saying, you're gonna give yourself away. You can spot your nerves a mile away.” Dean put a hand on the knee she was bouncing.

“Gee, maybe it's because I'm nervous!” Savannah swiped his glass of whiskey and emptied it. “I don't do this, Dean. I barely talk to people, let alone show off...this.” she gestured to herself in agitation.

“You talk to us.”

“Yeah, and before we met I was a shut in who tried to skate through the day by drawing as little attention to herself as possible. Maybe this is easy for you but it's not for me so please just shut up.”

“I'm just trying to help.”

“I know!” Savannah exploded angrily, immediately looking sheepish when he flinched. “I’m sorry. I know you're trying to help, but you can't. This room is full of men who are looking at me like they want to eat me alive and I feel like a lamb on the killing floor-God, I'm actually going to be sick.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Dean dragged Savannah's chair closer to his, pulling her rigid frame against his chest. “Sam, take a walk.”

“Yep.” Sam grabbed their empty glasses and disappeared into the crowd.

“Listen, obviously there's a story here and you don't have to tell me anything, okay? Just tell me how I can help you.”

“I don't know,” Savannah murmured into his jacket. “I'm really scared, Dean.”

“I know, sweetheart. But Sam's here, and I'm here. We're not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“I know you won’t, I just-.”

“Flashbacks?”

“Yeah.” Dean let Savannah cling to him, rubbing her back as he scanned the room. He spotted Sam by the bar, being chatted up by a scantily clad waitress. He was stalling; he had no idea what to say to Savannah. There had to be something, some piece of advice she could wear like armor.

“If you had to choose between Velma Kelly or Roxie Hart, who would you choose?” he asked, struck by sudden inspiration.

“Velma,” Savannah replied instantly. “She's my favorite.”

“Okay, let me ask you this- Velma's husband travelled with her, right? So presumably he went to her shows?”

“I guess?”

“Let’s say he went to her shows then, and he definitely saw her dancing for other men which probably wasn't the greatest-”

“What's your point Dean?”

“Well ultimately, what's-his-name would have supported Velma, right? And maybe there would have been times she was nervous, but she could find him in the crowd and know things would be okay.”

“What?”

“You know, cause they were a team and...at the end of the night, they went home together.”

“Dean...Velma Kelly killed her husband because she caught him fucking her sister.”

“Whatever, that’s not the point. The point is: no matter what happens here, you’re going home with me and Sam,” Dean promised. “I mean...not in the same context, obviously, but you see my point.”

“I guess...”

“Okay, think of it this way; do you think Velma Kelly ever got stage fright?”

“God no, she's fearless.” Savannah laughed.

“There you go. Be Velma.” Dean suggested.

“I can't just be Velma, Dean.”

“Sure you can! I bet it'd be as easy as breathing. Goodbye Savannah, hello Velma. Temporarily, of course.”

“Of course.” Savannah snorted.

“Well yeah, Savannah is much more fun than Velma.”

“Really? You don't think Velma would be better?”

“God no, Velma is terrifying,” Dean shook his head. “It is kinda bad ass though, how she owned her sexuality and the way she used it to take control of her destiny.”

“Yeah,” Savannah grinned. “It is.”

“So maybe...just pick somebody, and pretend they're your...what's his name again?”

“Charlie.”

“Of course it is,” Dean muttered bitterly, brushing off Savannah's confused look with a shake his head. “Alright, so...find a Charlie. Don't worry about anyone else.”

~~~~

Savannah stood backstage, practicing deep breathing exercises to keep herself calm. It was a little hard to focus when she was still unpacking Dean’s behavior out on the floor- the bitterness in his voice at the mention of Charlie gave her pause. She’d gotten the impression of a lot of things going through his mind at once; he was feeling hurt, jealous of Charlie, guilty about the jealousy because he wanted Charlie to be happy, and conflicted because he wanted Savannah for himself but thought her untouchable because of her involvement with Charlie. The man’s head was busy, and it made things even more complicated for Savannah to navigate the precarious position she’d put herself in.

She was trying to take Dean's advice to mentally replace herself with Velma Kelly: inhale- Velma, exhale- Savannah, repeat, but her knees still felt like jelly. She tried to visualize the opening song and soak up the confidence Velma exhibited. As she hummed All That Jazz to herself, the trembling subsided and she was left with a sense of determination. She could do this, and do it well. Maybe being a succubus could have advantages after all.

Embrace it. Be it. She heard her stage name being called and turned on her best catwalk. Once she was at the pole, she scanned the crowd, looking for Dean.

There!

He seemed surprised when she winked at him. But honestly, who else would she have looked for? It was always going to be Dean. With his green eyes focused on her, she found she didn't care as much about the other men in the room.

Huh. Guess he was right. He's going to be insufferable later.

Her eyes were drawn to one of the servers. The woman was weaving through the crowd seamlessly as a human, but Savannah could see her true face. It was a wraith, just like they thought. Savannah found Dean's eyes, directing her gaze to her left rapidly before returning to his face. Dean stared back at her, apparently clueless. Huffing in annoyance, Savannah signaled him again, mentally screaming at him to look over there!

He made no move, and the opening notes of her song pounded through the speakers. Savannah couldn't stall any longer.

Embrace it. Be it. Be Velma.

With a final exhale, she started to dance.

~~~~

Dean blanched when Savannah winked at him from the stage. Oh. She'd taken his advice and found a Charlie. It was him. That made him feel about ten different things at once: pride, lust...definitely smug when he saw how the other men in the club were looking at her. Eat your hearts out, ya bastards, she’s goin’ home with me.

“You okay?” he heard Sam ask.

“Yep. Yeah. 'M’good.” Dean stammered, earning a stern look from Sam.

“Kay, I'm gonna do a sweep. Stay focused.” Dean rolled his eyes as Sam melted into the crowded room, settling back into his seat to watch the show.

Oh I’ll stay focused alright. His eyes went wide as Savannah executed a complicated looking spin. Wait, when did she learn to do that?! That's not fair! Shit. Okay, think about Sam- or hunting! Yes, hunting! Ghouls can only be killed by fire, Djinns have to be stabbed with a silver knife dipped in lambs blood, vampires have to be beheaded.

“You still good?” Sam reappeared, making Dean jump. “Dude are you okay?”

“Yeah. Fine,” Dean grunted, shifting in his chair to hide the tent in his jeans. “Anything?”

“Not yet. Maybe Savannah's seen something.” Dean vaguely remembered Savannah trying to signal him, but toward what, he couldn't recall.

“We'll have to wait til she gets off stage to ask.”

“I'll make another round.”

~~~~

“Fantasy? Really?” Dean scoffed when Savannah sidled up to his chair.

“It was what came to mind.” Savannah shrugged.

“How ya doin’?” He asked.

“Velma.” Savannah tapped her temple, flashing a small smile.

“Oh I see you did take my advice. Glad that worked out for you.” Savannah rolled her eyes.

“Knew you'd be insufferable.”

“Fantasy! I ain't payin’ you to stand around!” The manager barked.

“Shit.” Savannah jumped. “I have to go.”

“Wait, I need to talk to you about the case!” Dean said.

“Dean if you want me to stay you’re gonna have to pay me,” Savannah hissed. “The manager is watching me like a hawk.”

“Oh. Right,” Dean blanched as he realized what that meant. “Uh...one second.” he dug out his wallet and fished out all the cash inside, offering it to her without so much as batting an eye.

“Jesus, Dean,” Savannah double counted the cash in disbelief. “There’s like $250 here.”

“And?”

“That’s enough for like five lap dances!”

“Guess you’d better get to work then.” Dean couldn’t resist teasing her with a wink.

“Shut up.” Savannah grumbled, folding the bills he’d handed her and tucking them inside her top. “I’ll keep your money safe for you.”

“Not worried about it,” Dean replied, his eyes focused on her breasts. “So uh...what do you need me to do?” he asked as if he hadn’t done this a million times before.

“Sit down,” Savannah laughed, pushing him back into the chair with a hand on his shoulder. “And tell me what you know.”

“O-okay. Well uh...we still don’t know a whole lot. Have...you...I.D.’d who we’re after?” he asked, ignoring the appreciation for her outfit that was steadily growing in his pants.

“We’re after one of the staff members. Female with brown hair. She seems mid- to late-twenties,” Savannah said, running her hand across his shoulders as she stepped behind him. She appeared on his other side, and planted a booted foot between his spread thighs, gyrating her hips to the beat of the song. “Hair up or down?” she asked.

“What?” Dean asked dumbly, letting his eyes wander up from her hips to her face, his face warming at the knowing look on her face.

“Down it is,” Savannah decided for him, tugging her hair free from its confines and shaking the strands loose. Dean, still enraptured by the movement of her hips, barely noticed her hand brushing through his hair until she tugged his head toward her crotch.

“Jesus Christ!” She released him just as quickly, giving him a light push back into the chair. Dean grunted in surprise when her hair whipped him across the face as she spun. So much was happening at once he didn’t know where to look. He audibly gasped when she climbed into his lap, resting her weight on her knees as she straddled his thighs. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she leaned into him, her fingers trailing through his hair.

“Focus, Dean.” she purred.

“Oh, I’m focused, sweetheart,” he muttered, drawing his eyes down the length of her. He was painfully hard and it was difficult to keep his train of thought going. “Soooooo focused.”

“Is that right?” Savannah giggled, pressing in closer to whisper in his ear. “Then what did I say, Dean?” she nipped at his earlobe, reveling in the thrill of power she felt when he shuddered.

“Uh...staff. Lady. Brown...hair?” he replied brokenly, making a noise of disappointment when she pulled away.

“Close enough,” Savannah curled her fingers around his chin, gently guiding his line of sight from her body to the room. “Watch the room, Dean.” she ordered.

“Whatever you say sweetheart.”

“DEAN!” They both flinched at Sam’s thunderous shout, looking toward the source of the noise to see Sam chasing the brunette staff member from earlier into the back.

“That’s her!” Savannah said, taking off in their direction with a cursing Dean shambling after.

They caught up with Sam just in time to see him kill the wraith. Thankfully the back hallway was empty apart from them, the emergency exit leading to the alley behind the club mercifully close.

“Go on out to the car, we got this.” Dean tossed Savannah the keys to the Impala.

“Awesome, these shoes hurt like a bitch.” Savannah caught the keys in midair, quickly sashaying away to the dressing room. She threw on her coat, and walked out the back door, pretending she didn’t see Sam and Dean shoving the wraith’s body into the dumpster and setting it on fire. She rounded the building to where Baby was parked and ducked inside the car, groaning with relief when she plopped facedown on the backseat.

By the time Sam and Dean got to the car, she'd recovered enough to turn the radio on.

“Wow, your taste in music sucks. 4 Non Blondes, really?” Dean rolled his eyes as he and Sam settled into the front seats. Savannah, too busy singing along with Linda Perry to reply, flipped him off.

“Fuck you, I love this song.” She finally said during the bridge.

“Yeah well, this song sucks.”

“Your face sucks.” Savannah scoffed.

“So mature.”

“Shut up, I'm a goddamn delight. Here’s your money back.” Savannah held out the wad of cash for him to take back. Dean plucked the bills from between her fingers and pulled out his wallet to put it back. As he tucked it inside, he noticed two of the fifties were missing.

“Tipped yourself, huh?” he teased.

“I think I earned it.” Savannah cackled.

“Yeah, you did.” Dean grinned as he started the car, easing them out into the street and back to the hotel. He needed a cold shower if he was gonna sleep next to Savannah tonight.

#meowmeow writes #dean winchester #supernatural #dean winchester/ofc #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #the fox & the squirrel

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So I’ve been working my new job – an IT-support hotline, well, okay, a very limited category of IT-support, only for the products our company offers – for three months now and just realized I never rambled about it on here, so.

Have some funny outtakes from hours and hours of phone calls (and one kind of sad one):

Customer: “Fair warning, miss – I’m an old man, so explaining all this computer stuff to me will take a while!”

Me: “Alright then, fair warning back – I’ve only been working this job for three months now, so might be that we have to figure out some stuff as we go.”

Customer: “HAH, what a pair we make!”

Waiting to see if the problem is now fixed

Customer: “We should do a prayer circle or something. You got any candles?”

Me: “A prayer circle with only two people is kind of pathetic, no?”

Customer: “Well, yeah, with that attitude for sure!”

Me: “So sorry to ruin the moment!”

Same Customer, half an hour later, problem fixed: “Thank GOD – is there some kind of feedback chart I can fill out for you? You’re getting gold stars all over.”

Me: “Even though I didn’t do a prayer circle with you?”

Customer: “I will let it slide this once. Gold stars all around.”

Customer: “Welp, since we gotta wait until that software does its job – might have to flirt with each other to pass the time.”

Me, as ace as they freaking come: “Wrong address for that, sir. I can ask a colleague to take over for me though?”

Customer: “Has anybody ever told you that you have such a nice, calming voice? I mean. I feel like I’m drinking a sleeping draught, here.”

Me: “That makes me sound like I’m boring you to sleep.”

Customer: “If I start snoring, don’t be offended, that’s a compliment.”

Customer: “I’ve been kicked out of the call for no reason for the fourth time today!”

Me: “Oh. Want to see how far we get in trouble shooting before it kicks you again?”

Customer starts laughing so loudly I have to take the phone away from my ear. “Miss, I like the attitude!”

(He did get kicked out three more times, but we fixed his problem)

Angry Customer, as soon as I pick up the phone: “Oh, no, no!”

Me: “Sir? What is the-…”

Customer: “No, I want a man on the phone. Get me one of your colleagues on the phone!”

At that point I had already been warned that computers and stuff are still considered a “man’s job” for some people, so sometimes, there’s the rare customer who does not a woman helping him. I had been advised to just hand the call over. Me, perplexed dork that I am, just blurt out: “Would it help you if I talked with a deeper voice, or…?”

Let’s say HE was not happy, but my colleague nearby burst out laughing so hard he had to skip the next phone call.

Customer: “… and so I told your colleague he has to pass me over to you, Miss Sevi, because you already know I’m a hopeless case!”

Me: “Mister Smith, we talked about this �� no badmouthing my favourite customer, please.”

Customer: “I’m literally calling you every two days with another problem.”

Me: “Yea, and it makes my day. So hush. Let’s fix your problem now.”

Customer, super nice elderly lady: “I like talking to you, you know. You’re so kind and patient.”

Me: “Aw, thank you. You’re also a very nice customer.”

Customer: “You know. You remind me a lot of my granddaughter.... I miss her every day.”

Me, after an “aw fudge” moment: “Ma’am? Do you maybe want to call again?”

Customer: “Can I? Not too often, I know you’re busy of course-…”

Me: “I will find the time. Just ask for me, okay?”

(We have been talking once a week now. Like, ten minutes, just talking about her day, or some funny moments I had in the office, but she seems to love it. I haven’t told my boss, so shhhh)

#let's just say the job is fun #who would have thought - sevi with her fear of phone calls works in a hotline now XD #sevi is rambling #personal things

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Along the Road

Or, Rose Red meets the Fiddler and talks with the Pusher, across four generations. A gift fic for @lucemiir, for the Malloysical secret Santa!

The world was covered in brilliant white snow. The only non-white colors as far as the eye could see were the dark gray of hearth smoke and the crimson scarf that just peeked into Red’s vision. There might have been other things she missed, but her glasses were so fogged she couldn’t see a damn thing. She hadn’t counted on being outside in the middle of December.

She also hadn’t counted on being exiled from her village for murder, had she?

The council had picked the right time to do it, too. The ocean was far too cold to gather any salt, and the village could survive without her in the spring. They wouldn’t miss Red for anything.

She’d miss her village, though, if only for the food and shelter that it gave her when she couldn’t work. And now that was gone…

Red forced herself to open her eyes. She was following the River, and she couldn’t let herself off her course. If there were any other villages to be found, they’d be along the River just like hers. In the white dead of December, someone would want to offer her a meal.

It occurred to Red for the first time that her sister must have floated along this exact route. She smirked. She could picture Pearlie even now- dead on the water, golden skin showing only on her long, bony limbs, thin brown hair pulled from its neat braid.

Two black eyes, nowhere to be seen.

And her body must have washed up on the little bank here, and been seen by the man who lived in the house just a few yards away. Red could tell it was a man. No self-respecting woman would ever leave her home un-decorated so close to New Year’s.

Well, if the house was wanting for a woman, she could most certainly do that job. Red knocked at the door, feeling the little bits of warmth through the walls, listening for footsteps.

“Wanna play twister?”

Eddie has stuff to do tonight. So does Pearl, apparently, so Brent is at the apartment Rose normally shares with her boyfriend. Rose doesn’t know why the two of them don’t hang out more often.

“I don’t think you can play twister with two people,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Who would win?”

“It’s just for fun,” Rose retorts. “But I suppose we could just talk, if you want.”

“Please. Do you have any whiskey?”

“Boy, do I!”

Brent likes Evan Williams. Rose is partial to Jameson herself, but she has nothing against the former, even if it is suspiciously cheap. Most of her glasses are in the dishwasher, but Eddie bought two new ones last week, she’s sure of it.

“Hey, Brent?”

“Hm?”

“If you see two big glasses with little red swirlies on them, will you let me know?”

“Swirlies?”

Rose sighs. “I dunno what else to call them, wise guy.”

“Well, if you mean whorls, they’re right here on your table.”

“Sweet,” shouts Rose, bursting through the door with a big bottle of Evan Williams. “Now we can have a proper drink.”

“Please.”

The first thing Red noticed upon entering the house was its roaring fireplace. Thank the gods, she said to herself. I was liable to die of hypothermia out in that nightmare.

The next thing she saw was the very confused face of the man who let her in.

“I don’t mean to intrude on whatever you’re… doing in my house,” the fellow said flatly, holding his door open. “But this isn’t a tavern, miss, and I’m not sure why you’re treating it as such, and please don’t put your feet on my-”

Red had already swung her boots onto the coffee table.

“…That’s really nice mahogany.”

“Sorry.”

“I don’t suppose you could tell me the meaning of all this, then?”

The gentleman had green eyes. Green, green, green like envy, green like the trees that had long stopped growing in Red’s village. Green, her opposite.

“I was exiled from my village two days ago and I’ve been trying to find somewhere to stay,” Red stated, trying to match his nonchalant tone. “The taverns won’t let me in, so I was just following the River and I found your place. Dunno if I can stay, but you’ve got a real nice fire going, so…”

He just looked at Red, if only for a moment. They’re not quite green, she thought. Hazel, more like. Or a yellowy-green, but that’s being generous.

“Why were you exiled?”

“What’s that?”

“Why were you-”

“Oh, just look at the color on that fiddle,” she cried, pretending not to have heard. “What is it, beech?”

His eyes lit up. “Would you believe me if I told you it was made of bone?”

Bone, bone, bone…

Red was too tired to put the pieces together.

“Tell me more.”

“And all they ever found was the money and the clip-on tie!”

Rose can’t help but hide a smirk. She was expecting Brent to be able to hold his liquor. Either that, or he’d be a flirt or something. Maybe a really angry drunk, but never this.

“Really,” she says, making her eyes as wide as saucers. It’s a little like talking to a child, if the child was obsessed with DB Cooper.

“Really! Well, they didn’t find all the money. But this- this- ugh, just a sec-”

Brent pauses to reach for the long-empty bottle of Evan Williams. He sighs at its lightness, instead turning to Rose’s Jameson. He’s been through that routine at least six times since the bottle emptied. Rose doesn’t even mind, as long as it keeps him talking. This is hilarious.

“This little kid found a bunch of twenty-dollar bills in Tina Bar. Serial numbers all matched, and lemme tell you- everyone freaked out.”

“I mean, I would too.”

“Right?”

“Right, man!”

“Hello?”

Pearl is here to pick up her roommate. For all the time Rose has lived in this apartment, her sister is still apprehensive coming inside. Pearl isn’t afraid of a lot of things. It’s weird. Her eyes are weird. They’re so dark you can’t see where the pupil ends and the iris begins. They’ve always confused Rose.

Rose is also pretty tipsy right now.

“Come in,” she shouts. “Door’s unlocked, Pearlie, and you gotta hear this.”

“Hey, Pearl,” Brent slurs. “Did you know that DB Cooper-”

“Yes.”

It didn’t occur to Rose that Pearl has probably heard all of this a jillion times before. It must get old.

“We should probably get going,” says Pearl, facial expression barely moving. “It’s freezing outside.”

“D’you want my scarf?”

Both Rose and Pearl turn to look at the crimson scarf hanging on the wall. Rose hasn’t worn it in years. It’s old enough that she couldn’t give less of a crap if her sister never gave it back.

“Thanks, Rosie,” says Pearl with a little smile. “You stay warm, okay?”

#Soph’s fics #ghost quartet #malloysical secret santa 2022 #Ghost quartet fanfiction #Ghost quartet fanfic #Ghost quartet fic #malloysicals #malloysical fanfiction #Malloysical fanfic #Malloysical fic #Rose red #the bear #There she’s done!

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