#she waved to me in the hallway today and I haven’t stopped thinking about it

[x-ladydisdain-x]

Maybe I’m delusional or maybe my freshman and sophomore year history teacher is the only person who has ever understood me

#thinking about how I saw in the back corner of her classroom freshman year bc I was shy and she would go out of her way to stand in that #corner and talk to me and ask me about the books I was reading #how she would leave thoughtful notes on my work sometimes even complimenting me about it in person #and during class presentations I would freeze up and panic and choke on my words #and then she’d go it’s okay take you’re time you’re doing great #and then tell me afterwards that she liked my presentation #sophomore year I was confident enough in her class to sit in the very front row #and she would look at me while lecturing and make jokes specifically towards me #and before the ap exam I was standing around after school hours #and she asked me if I had a ride home and offered to wait with me #and she asked how I was feeling about the exam and I was feeling really nervous and not confident at all #and she fully talked me down and convinced me that I could do it and said she believed in me #on the last day I had her class she said quote: #it’s been wonderful watching you blossom the two years I’ve had you I think you’ve really found who you are and you’re owning it and im so #proud of you #and she hugged me #I miss her so much #school fucking sucks without her her class was the highlight of my day #literally just seeing her is the highlight of my day now #she waved to me in the hallway today and I haven’t stopped thinking about it #im gonna cry. I miss her so bad

[wzrd-wheezes]

Not Half Bad - Marauders x Reader

AN - I'm a few minutes early but happy valentine's day, my loves. I wanted to post something that wasn't crazy romantic because I know today can be pretty lonely. So, enjoy some platonic marauders x reader fluff. This is my first time writing anything like this so please let me know what you think. 1.7k words.

Y/N startled awake, her head throbbing and her eyes swollen from tears. She groaned softly, feeling the weight of exhaustion as she rubbed her face, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Then, the unmistakable sound echoed through her apartment again.

Bang, bang, bang. 

With a resigned sigh, Y/N muttered curses under her breath before she shuffled towards the front door. The harsh hallway light made her squint as she opened the door, taking a moment to register the trio standing before her. 

“Come on, you. Out of the way, we’ve got some serious work to do!” James declared, gently nudging Y/N aside to enter her apartment, with Remus and Sirius following close behind. 

“What the hell are you doing? It’s practically the crack of dawn!” She exclaimed; her voice still thick with sleep. 

“Oh, yeah? And you’d know what time of day it was, would you?” Sirius teased, theatrically throwing open her curtains, allowing light to flood into the room for the first time in days. 

“We’re on damage control. Y’know, since we haven’t heard from you in almost a week.” Remus explained, heading straight into the kitchen and flicking the kettle on. 

Y/N sighed heavily, feeling a pang of guilt for having shut off herself off from her friends after her recent break up. The end of her relationship had hit her harder than she had ever anticipated, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. She hadn’t felt up to facing her friends properly. She had shot them a quick message briefly explaining the situation before shutting off her phone and finding solace in her own company as she grappled with the emotional fallout.  

Remus busied himself in the kitchen while he waited for the kettle to boil. He had a tea towel swung over his shoulder as he started washing the dishes that had been piling up in the sink. James was getting the living room straight, opening windows, clearing up the endless piles of scrunched up tissues and fluffing up the sofa cushions.  

“You don’t have to do all this – I'm fine!” Y/N protested. 

“Stop fussing and just let us help you,” Sirius chimed in, poking his head around the doorway from where he was in the bathroom, “Now, get in here because I’ve just run you a bath.”  

Y/N’s protests died on her lips as she relented, allowing herself to be guided into the bathroom by Sirius’s firm but caring insistence. The soothing scent of lavender filled the air as she stepped into the room. Sirius shut the door behind her, allowing some privacy. He had set her some fresh towels and clean clothes on the side, even going as far as to light a few candles. Y/N let out a sigh as she sank into the tub, the warm water washing over her tired body. 

After a while, Y/N emerged from the bathroom feeling a bit lighter. She smiled at the three boys, appreciating their practical gestures of support. They had practically cleaned her whole apartment while she was in the bath. It had taken a bit of a hit in the week that she had been moping around. Remus had set her a steaming mug of tea on the coffee table, and she took it into her hands eagerly. 

“Feeling better?” he asked, patting the spot on the sofa next to him. 

“Much better. Thanks for the rescue” she smiled at each of them, “I owe you guys one.” 

“Nonsense.” James dismissed with a wave of his hand, “That’s what friends are for. Plus, I’ve been dying to bring out my superhero cape.” 

Remus snorted into his tea, “Superhero cape? More like a tea towel tied around your neck, mate.” 

“Hey, it’s all about the dramatic effect, Moony. You should try it some time.” James mock-glared at him. 

“I’d pay good money to see that.” Y/N laughed. 

“You nearly did!” Sirius remarked, “I literally had to pry it from around his neck before you got out of the bath.” 

Y/N burst into laughter at the mental image, shaking her head in amusement, “I can only imagine the heroic struggle.” She said, grinning at James, who rolled his eyes with a good natured sigh. 

“Yeah, well, it was a valiant effort on his part,” James admitted, earning a playful elbow jab from Sirius.  

It was the first time in a good week or so, that Y/N had laughed properly. She felt her spirits lift with each passing moment, the heaviness that had weighed in her heart for the last week beginning to fade. Their light-hearted banter and playful antics had a way of lifting her spirits, offering a welcomed distraction from her recent troubles. It was only when the boys stood up to leave that the empty feeling in the pit of her stomach started to return.  

Sirius noticed her face fall when they started getting ready to leave, each of them shrugging on their coats and slipping into their shoes.  

“Don’t worry, we’re coming back.” Sirius reassured her. 

“Yeah, you didn’t think that you could get rid of us that easily, did you?” Remus chuckled. 

“We’ve just got to nip out to get some stuff but then we’ll be back.” James promised. 

“What stuff?” she questioned.  

“Ask us no questions and we’ll tell you no lies.” James quipped, playfully tapping her on the nose before swiftly exiting.  

A bemused smile played on her lips as she watched her friends disappear. Although they had only been around at her flat for a few hours, it felt eerily empty now that they had gone. Collapsing onto the sofa, she reached for her phone, hesitating before finally switching it on after days of deliberate avoidance. There was the expected flurry of messages from her friends and family checking in on her and she made a mental note to reply to them later on. She quickly deleted a particularly nasty text from her ex before she gave herself chance to read it properly. As the screen blinked back up at her, the date glared back with unexpected significance.  

Valentine’s Day. 

The realisation hit her and stirred up memories and emotions that she had been trying to suppress. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of loneliness as she thought back to past Valentine’s Day spent with her now ex-partner. For a moment, she regretted even switching on her phone; ignorance might have been bliss on a day like today. Tears prickled in her eyes and she bit down on her lip in a futile attempt to hold back the flood of emotions.  

Just as she had been earlier that morning, she was brought back to reality by the door of her apartment swinging open and James, Remus and Sirius bustling back inside.  

“Told you we wouldn’t be long!” James said brightly, though the look soon dropped from his face the second his eyes fell on Y/N. 

“Oh, no! What’s happened? Everything okay?” Sirius rushed over and crouched in front of her, so his face was level to where she was slumped on the sofa. 

“It’s silly,” she sniffled, “I turned on my phone because obviously I’ve been avoiding it for ages and I saw the date. It’s just... overwhelming.” 

Remus moved to sit beside her, his presence a comforting anchor as he place a hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s not silly at all, Y/N. Valentine’s Day can be shit. Especially after everything you’ve been through.” he said softly, offering her a sympathetic smile. 

James signed, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped closer, “We came over today because... well we didn’t want you to spend Valentine’s Day alone. We didn’t realise that you didn't even know what day it was. We’ve kind of fucked up really, haven’t we?”  

“Don’t be daft.” Y/N wiped the tears away with her sleeve, “You’ve already cheered me up so much just by being here.” 

“Let’s not stop now then, eh?” Sirius said, patting her affectionately on the head as he stood up, “We’ve got plenty more planned for this evening. Why don’t you go get yourself freshened up while we get set up in here?” 

Y/N smiled gratefully and obliged, making her way to the bathroom. She splashed her face with cool water, letting it wash away the remnants of tears that clung to her skin. As she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she forced a smile onto her face in an attempt to make herself feel better. She quickly ran her hands through her hair and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes. 

In the other room, the boys had sprung to action. James rummaged through the bags of shopping, his brows furrowed in concentration as he set about preparing dinner. Remus, ever the organiser, rearranged the furniture to create a cosier and more comfortable set up for them. Sirius, with his flair for the dramatic, set about lighting candles and pulled an assortment of decorations from his bag to add a festive touch to the occasion. 

As Y/N stepped out of the bathroom, her eyes widened in surprise at the transformation that had taken place in the living room. The warm glow of candlelight danced across the walls, casting soft shadows across the room. Tears of gratitude welled in her eyes and with a shaky breath she made her way to join them. 

“Speechless, huh?” Sirius joked gently, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. 

Y/N managed a watery smile, “I don’t even know what to say.” 

“Nothing needs to be said.” James stepped in from the kitchen, floral apron tied around his waist.  

“Just know that we’ve got your back always, yeah?” Remus chimed in.  

With a grateful nod, Y/N settled into her seat at the table, feeling a sense of peace wash over her.  

“Nice apron, James.” Y/N teased, unable to contain her laughter.  

“What can I say? Real men wear floral.” he quipped, setting down plates of food in front of each of them.  

“Ah! I almost forgot!” Sirius stood up quickly from the table and disappeared into the other room.  

He returned a few moments later, holding a bouquet of flowers. He presented them to her with a flourish. Y/N gasped in response. 

“You really didn’t have to!” she protested, her voice filled with gratitude, “You’ve already done so much for me today!” 

“We wanted to.” Remus smiled. 

“Besides, we’d be pretty crappy mates if we let you go a whole Valentine’s Day without flowers.” Sirius chuckled. 

“Yeah, it’s practically a cardinal sin to neglect such an important tradition.” Remus nodded in agreement.  

“See? We’re not completely useless, are we?” James nudged her, grinning. 

“Nah, you’re not half bad.” she beamed back at them, “I might even go as far as to say that you’re the best.” 

#marauders x reader #marauders fanfic #marauders fluff #poly!marauders #platonic marauders #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders

[colie-nne]

Scruffy?!

pairings: formula 1 grid x fem driver!oc

warnings: none

a/n: sorry for being inactive, the hunt for a new apt isn't going well. should've done this weeks ago, but i'm back at it with another part of my driver series hope you like this as much as my other ones!!😌

“Lando!” Valentina screams his name for the second time since her stream had started.

Rushed steps are heard from the hallway leading to her room, “What is it?” He asks, hair disheveled making it clear to the viewers he just got up from where ever he was just a minute ago.

“There you are, well if you’ve been answering your phone in the past minute you should know what I was asking for,” she grumble before pulling Lando by the shirt.

“You’re streaming?” Asking as he takes in her current desk set up. “Yup, I mean a cancelled race wasn’t on my to-do list today so why not make an appearance, yeah?” Val answers before showing her phone to him.

Giving her a confused look, he takes the phone only for him to stand there silent. “What am I supposed to do with this?” Lando gesturing to the app shown on screen. “And why the hell are you sitting like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to jump off of the chair.”

“Ok ok, first of all, I was cross sitting for quite a while before you came in,” she said as a matter of factly before sitting up properly. “And last of all, I need your help for the address.”

Holding back a laugh, “You need help with what?.”

“No, don’t laugh. I forgot ok, it’s too much for me to be able to remember that shit,” reasoning out, she looks up at him, who by the way is clearly entertained.

“Valentina, you’ve been living here for about two years now and you still don’t know the address?” His tone changes into a somewhat disapproving yet shocked one.

“Yeah but it’s not like I write my address all the time.”

User why is forgetting their address a very Val thing to do User my favorite pair is back!!! User  now we know why lando has to pick val up from literally everywhere.

After the subtle confession, the room turned silent. The two drivers staring at each others expression, one who’s clearly entertained while one is quite the opposite.

Val slowly points her finger to Lando, as if threatening him would stop the high pitched laugh that’s now escaping his mouth. Covering the lower half of his face he slowly tumbles out of frame. 

“Lando, come on. I need it now, like asap, right now, like immediately,” she said pulling him back before making him sit on the bean bag next to her.

“Fine, fine. But you’re still not pardon you shrimp.”

“Shrimp my ass, your comebacks are the reason you haven’t gone through puberty yet” she says pushing his face to the side as he began typing on the phone. Looking back to her screen, she read a few comments from her viewers.

User hi val!! User VAL WHEN WILL YOU RETURN TO MALLORCA?

“Hello chat! Sorry for the wait, I was having some difficulty a while ago. That is if you just came in and you don’t know.” Waving to the camera before leaning in closer to the camera.

Lando’s ass subscribed

Her laugh rung out suddenly, making Lando flinch beside her, “What the hell, mate.”

She leans back on her chair before pointing at the latest subscription, “Landoooo” exaggerating, “I didn’t know your flat ass liked me that much.”

“Mate, none of me likes your bottom.” He teases her before passing back the phone.

“Oh, thank you!” She says softly, before reaching out for something behind her.

“You’re good,” he whispers back. Focusing on the stream who’s now screaming out his name in the chat.

User LANDOOOOOOOO User What does Valentina think of the beard User ARGENTINA SAYS HI User I LOVE YOUR MIAMI HELMET

“Hey, someone asking what you think of my lovely beard,” he touches the hair on his chin as soon as she turns to look.

“ I mean it isn’t that bad, it-“

“Bad? You just told me it looks good a couple hours ago,” Lando places his hand on top of her head, forcing her attention to him.

Huffing out a breathe she turns her head to read some messages before turning back to him. Reaching up to poke his chin, Val pulls some of the hair before smirking.

“What I mean, is that it isn’t that bad for someone who’s just starting puberty. It honestly looks like you have a scruffy little thing on your chin. Don’t you agree chat?” She grins to the camera, happy that some in the chat agrees with her.

User Yeah User it looks fine, honestly User lando growing facial hair was not on my ’23 bucket list but I’ll take it User I like vali’s way of thinking, it feels like I’ll have hundreds of ideas to share everyday

“Oi! do you know what else it looks like?” Mischievously she gesture him to come closer. The brit slowly tilts his head in order for her to whisper it to him. Widening his eyes he shakes his head in disbelief as Val once again falls back on her chair, laughing her ass off.

“Mate! No, you little!” he grabs her by the shoulder before jokingly putting her in a headlock. Val, who’s still having a laughing fit was now resting her head on his shoulder as she tries to escape his grip. Even though it was light, she can’t seem to move.

The chat goes crazy in curiosity about what their one and only favorite female driver had said that made Lando man-handle her. Knowing that their banter would take sometime before it tames down, all they can do is watch as the scene unfolds in front of them, like usual.

#f1 x oc #f1 #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x you #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 series #lando norris #lando norris x reader #formula 1 x driver!reader #formula one #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 x oc #formula 1 x you #lando norris x oc

[seenoversundown]

Saccharine

Daniel x Fem OC

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Oral (m receiving) penetrative sex, teasing, use of 'daddy' / daddy kink, Fluff and other cute things as well.

Word Count: 4.4k (4444 to be exact 🤭)

Author's Note: Couldn't get this idea out of my brain after I made that Valentine's Day post! Just thought it would be a little too cute.

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Saccharine (adjective): 1. excessively sweet or sentimental.

Daniel POV

“Please, Daniel, just tell me where we’re going.” She huffs as she crosses her arms. “You know how I do with surprises.” 

“We both know that’s a lie, Melody. We’re almost there anyways.” I laugh as I squeeze her thigh. 

It doesn’t take us long before we’re pulling into her surprise. I catch her constantly looking up recipes and watching videos of bakers online. I’m so excited that I’ve nailed this Valentine’s Day date that it feels like I’m having heart palpitations when I reach Melody's door. I can’t wait to see my girl’s face when she figures out what we’re doing. 

“Are you okay?” I snap back to reality quickly to her looking at me with a concerned look. I can’t help but laugh and press a quick kiss to her forehead before holding out my hand to help her out of the car. 

“Just excited for our date, Ducky.” 

“I’d be more excited if you’d tell me what we’re doing.” The sentence comes out through her gritted teeth. 

“Haven’t you learned just to trust me?” I open the door and place my hand on the small of her back to guide her through. As soon as the sweet, sweet smell of baked goods hits our noses, she halts to a complete stop. “Something wrong?” 

“Are we where I think we are?” Her hazel eyes light up in anticipation as she pulls my hand. 

“You’ll just have to see.” I pop my shoulders but can’t help the smile that starts to appear on my face. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late.” 

We continued down a long brick hallway until we reached a door with delicate cursive on the glass. I watch Melody’s high ponytail of curls tilt to the side as she starts to piece together where we are. I let my eyes travel down my girl. Her soft red dress hit mid-thigh, and as soon as she came out of the bedroom this morning, I had to fight the urge to tell her we were staying home. Paired with her green denim jacket and short Doc Martens, my dream girl looks every bit of the dream that she is. She turns and catches me checking her out; I don’t make any attempt to hide it. 

“Mr. Wagner. This is no place to check out my ass when there are sweets on the other side of this door. Rosemary’s Confectionery? Seriously?” Melody’s arms wrap around my waist and squeeze tight; an involuntary groan escapes my lips as I wrap mine around her shoulders. “Her cinnamon rolls are my favorite. I’ve been trying to figure out the recipe for years. Daniel.” 

I simply stick two fingers under her chin and press my lips to hers, enjoying her speechless moment. I turn her back to face the door, reaching around her to knock on the door. It doesn’t take long for a small older woman to answer the door. 

“Mrs. Lennox, thank you for taking the time today-“ I begin before she quickly cuts me off with a wave. 

“I told you on the phone, Daniel, call me Rosemary. I insist.” I watch her smile at my girl. “You, my beautiful dear, must be Melody. I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Daniel. I hope you don’t mind me saying I’m quite excited for this afternoon; it’s been some time since I’ve taught a class. I hope I’m not too rusty.” 

“Thank you for having us today, Rosemary.” I watch as Melody takes Rosemary’s hands in hers. The women have a quiet moment before Melody continues. “You make some of mine and our daughter’s favorite sweets. I’m excited for this afternoon, too; anything you teach us will be perfect.” 

Our daughter.  My heart stops every time I hear that phrase used regarding her ours. 

“Then there’s no time to waste, sweetheart!” Rosemary takes Melody by the hand, leading her further inside her studio. “Tell me more about your girl.”

This room is more significant than I thought, with its brick walls and tall windows, but Rosemary looks right at home. She walks over to a wall lined with different-sized aprons and finds my girl a soft green one that matches her outfit. I watch her excitedly throw it over her head, quick to get her curls out from under the neck strap. It wasn’t long before I saw Melody walking back towards me with a darker green apron. 

“Matches your eyes.” She says as she pops up on her toes to kiss me on the chin. I wasted no time swinging it over my head and turning to let her tie it for me. Once fully secured, I turn back to reach my hand to Mel’s cheek and place a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“Well, aren’t you two just perfection.” Rosemary's voice almost startled me, forgetting where we were momentarily. 

“It’s all my girl, Rosemary. I’m just lucky enough to be here.” I wink at Rosemary, but my eyes never leave my girl. 

“Let’s get started. We can talk while the dough proofs.” 

I thought this would be me sitting back, watching Melody and Rosemary buzz around her kitchen, but it didn’t take long for me to realize I was wrong. Very, very wrong. 

“Daniel, make sure all of those raspberries are smushed to bits. We need them to be very spreadable, dear.” Rosemary calls out from where she and Melody have been working on our dough. She didn’t even turn to look at me to know I had slowly stopped, distracted by a particular someone’s round ass and short dress. I try to focus back on the half-smashed berries before me, curious how a dessert cinnamon roll would even work. Is it even called a cinnamon roll if there’s no cinnamon inside? 

“Hey, Rosemary,” I call out, watching both women turn to me. Instantly, I regret what I’m about to say and feel stupid, but I can’t help it now. “Do you still call the raspberry cinnamon roll a cinnamon roll?” As I finished my question, my head naturally lolled to the side, and Melody’s laugh rang out through the air.

“No, dear, I don’t call them cinnamon rolls. I lovingly refer to them as raspberry rolls since they have raspberries.” My cheeks get hot as Rosemary finishes her explanation, seemingly taking extra time to really dumb it down for me. 

“That definitely makes sense.” My hand goes to my head as I involuntarily pull at my hair. 

“Any other questions, Daniel?” Melody’s tone is sarcastic and teasing; I expect nothing less. Since I’m already on a roll, I continue. 

“If I have your undivided attention. Are cinnamon rolls technically considered a dessert? If so, why do we eat them at breakfast?” 

Melody turns her entire body to Rosemary. “This is why he’s good with Iris. They ask the same questions.” Her sentence ends with a laugh. “I promise we can trust him with knives; we’ve already been over that safety course.” They both laugh at that and turn back to the dough, ignoring my questions. Fair.

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The small workspace is filled with the smell of warm, fruity baked goods. I lean against the freshly cleaned counter as I watch Melody separate and place our warm delicacies into individual boxes, complete with an entire container of that delicious icing. 

“Thank you for today, Rosemary. It was truly a pleasure to spend time and learn from you.” The small woman leans in for a hug, which I eagerly return. “We’ll definitely be making these until the end of time.” 

“I promise I’ll bring Iris by so you can meet her. She’d love it here.” I watch as Melody goes in for her hug with Rosemary. The embrace is tender, so tender I find my throat getting tight that I have to look away. “Ready to get going, Daniel? I’m excited to show our girl what we made today.” 

“Absolutely.” I grab her waist and bring her to me to kiss her forehead before grabbing our boxes of edible treasure. “Thank you again, Rosemary. Seriously.” 

“The pleasure was mine. You two remind me of the love I shared with my Arnold. Please come by anytime. Melody, I’ll be expecting you and Iris soon. You have my number. Drive safe out there.” She grabs Melody’s hand a final time before letting us head out. 

The cold February air is brutal once we eventually hit the outdoors. I watch as Melody shivers, takes her scarf, and pulls it up past her nose, leaving only her hazel eyes visible. 

“Fuck, why do we live where it hurts my face? I miss the sun.” 

“We live here because we wouldn’t last a day where there are bugs bigger than your hand.” 

“Right, how do Australians even survive? Absolutely not.” I can’t help but laugh at her as I find my keys in my pocket and hit the automatic starter to my car. I made Sam help me install my automatic starter shortly after Melody moved in. With the precious cargo I have these days, I can’t afford to wait for my car to warm up or my girls to be cold. Once Melody spots the headlights on our car, she starts to run. 

“Sweet, sweet warmth!” She screams as she barrels towards our car. I’ve already learned that I should unlock the car on winter days. She doesn’t wait for me to open her door when that’s all that separates her from regulating her body temperature. Once I reach the car, I place the baked goods next to Iris’s car seat, which has permanent residence in the backseat. 

“Way to leave me in the snow,” I say as I settle into the driver's seat, shoving my hands in front of the heaters to try and warm my icicle fingers. 

“Sorry, baby. You know how it goes.” I look over to her and see she’s already removed her scarf. “I’m also excited to get home and have our treats.”

“How do you even have room for more? I watched you try one of each, and you wouldn’t share.”

“One, how dare you judge me. And two, do you see this figure?” Her hands fan down her body. “Strictly run on baked goods. I was doomed when you brought us to Rosemary’s, and you knew that.” 

“You never cease to amaze me.” 

“That’s much better.” Her laugh, my favorite noise, fills the car. I reach over to place my hand on her cheek and bring her lips to mine. Her hands quickly find the sides of my jacket, trying to pull me closer over the center console. I nip once, twice on her bottom lip before running my tongue along it, just to be met by hers. We make out for a minute or two in the front seat before she pulls away. “Thank you for today, Daniel. I had a lot of fun.” 

“Who says it’s over?” I let my grin take over my face as I watched the gears in her brain turn. “Buckle up, Ducky. We have plans.” I take the stunned silence as my opportunity to start driving. It isn’t until we hit the highway that Melody finally says something.

“Where are we going?”

“Classified.” I see her cross her arms out of the corner of my eye.

“Where’s Iris?” Melody’s head is fully turned to face me, one eyebrow raised. 

“Sleepover with Gramps, complete with her new doll.” 

“How did you get a secret from my dad?” 

“Easy; no grandparent says no to a night with their favorite grandkid.” I also brought him cinnamon rolls from Rosemary’s last week. I also ensured he had all our streaming logins but omitted those facts. I glance over to her, who still has a skeptical look. “Just relax, baby. I got this.” 

Like our daughter, Melody has a wild ability to fall asleep in any moving car. We made it about half an hour before it got a little too quiet, and that’s when I realized. I trace small circles on her open skin where my hand rests on her thigh as I drive us through wooded backroads. The GPS on my phone says we are about ten minutes from our destination, and I hope I don’t miss it. The sun is starting to set, and if I miss this driveway, I’ll have to double back in the dark, and I just want this drive to be over. Thankfully, the driveway is so well-marked I have no issue just pulling right into our overnight getaway. 

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A small, modern black cabin sits in a wooded clearing softly lit by the setting sun. Melody has been sending me these Instagram posts from this company that has these across the country, and I just knew it would be perfect for tonight. I softly grip her leg and shake it lightly, helping her wake up. Her hands fly up to her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. She blinks several times and looks around until her eyes set on the cabin. 

“Daniel is this-”

“There’s only one way to find out, Melody.”  She grins at me, her wild, happy grin, and I can’t help but return it. “Our bag’s in the trunk. The code should be our anniversary. Unlock the door for us, and I’ll meet you inside?” 

She’s out of the car and racing to the front door before I can say anything else. I laugh, grab our bag and goodies, and race inside after her. When I make my way in, I see Melody taking off her jacket while taking in the cabin. 

The slender cabin is covered in rich woods and white linens, and near the front door is a small kitchen area perfect for warming our cinnamon rolls later on. The bed on the opposite end of the cabin is a king-sized behemoth in front of an equally behemoth-sized window. That window, I assumed would be a problem, but we’re the only cabin around for miles. Standing in the middle of the room, she looks angelic, glancing at every little thing. 

“Is it good?” I ask her as I set down our things and remove my jacket. 

“I can’t believe you did this.” She says as she makes her way to me. Her arms snake around my waist and pull me close. I place my hands on her jaw. “It’s more than good, thank  you.” I bring her lips to mine, eager to taste her. 

My girl must feel the same way because the moment our lips connect, her hands tighten on my sweater. I tilt her jaw up for better access and slowly let my hand trail down her neck. A delicious moan sneaks past her lips that I want to devour. My hand softly settles at the base of her neck as the other makes its way to her ass. The way the fabric of her dress is, it slides in my hands giving me easy access to direct skin. I sink my fingers in, which grants me another moan from her. 

Moving my lips to her ear, I say, “I love this fucking dress.” A soft nip to her ear. “Did you wear it to drive me crazy today?”

“Yes,” she rushes out as her head bobs. “I knew it would work.” My confident fucking girl. 

I softly push her back onto the bed and greet the tip of her dress with my fingers. I kiss her inner thighs as I slowly move my hands up, taking the hem of her dress with them. When I finally expose her, a devilish grin becomes plastered. 

“You truly are some sort of witch, baby.” I can’t take my eyes off of her soft pink lace thong. The way it makes her skin look more rich is making me salivate. 

“Keep unwrapping your present, Daniel.” Melody’s voice is dark and low, contrasting what she usually sounds like. I’m obsessed with the fact that only I get to witness this side of her. I keep sliding her dress up until it’s over her head. She lays before me in a matching pink set, looking fucking delectable. Her dark curls fan around her as her hazel eyes watch me take her in. 

“I am one lucky man.” I say as I tear my dark blue sweater over my head. My hands fall to my belt buckle and start to unfasten it, and I watch her eyes drop down. “I have an idea, hold on baby.” I turn away from her towards the other end of the cabin, where the kitchen area starts. 

“You’re going to make me wait and go to the kitchen? Do you remember the last time you were alone in a kitchen?” My head whips back towards Melody’s direction, where she’s now sitting up and watching me with a smirk on her face. 

“I’m fine in the kitchen, thank you.”

“And that’s why we aren’t in charge of holiday dinners anymore?” 

“Oh, you’re fucking asking for it tonight.” With the icing container in my hand, I race over to where she sits, and her squeals fill the air. Quickly, I place the container on the bedside table as I approach my girl. “You think you can bring up the Great Holiday Disaster at a time like this?” I get onto my knees in front of her. I let my breath hit right between her thighs and watched her pelvis jerk up, trying to get any form of reciprocation from me. “You know that’s a sensitive subject.” I kiss the very top of her pelvis over her underwear and pull away to stand over her. 

Melody whines in protest, “Baby, please. I need you.” 

“Should’ve thought about that before you let your attitude run wild. There will be consequences, baby.” I watch her eyes dart to my side, then back to me with a mischievous glint; whatever she’s about to do can’t be good.

“I think I know how to make it up to you, Daddy.” She’s on all fours now, crawling towards me. I fight the urge to let my eyes roll back and growl. She knows exactly what she’s up to. It doesn’t take long before she’s on her knees on the bed before me, fiddling with the sides of my belt buckle. 

“Melody,” my voice is low in warning. My girl, however, is unphased. She looks up at me through her long dark lashes that I swear make her eyes look more green than hazel from this angle, and I groan. “You’re treading dangerous waters now.” 

“Am I?” She says as she fully undoes my belt and moves to the button of my pants. My erection is pressing so tightly against the zipper on my jeans that there’s no way she doesn’t notice it. Like she can read my mind, she undoes the button and lets her thumb lightly graze the top of the head of my penis. 

“Fuck me,” is all I can say as I start to gather her curls wanting to see her face. She presses a kiss right above where my boxer briefs meet my skin, and I swear I feel myself set on fire. 

“I plan to,” she quickly quips back. “Lay down, baby. Let me make it up to you.” Her voice is angelic and soft. I can’t help but follow her instructions. I crawl up towards the head of the bed and sit like a king as I watch her walk around the small space. I’m enjoying the view of her perky ass and the way her back flexes as she puts her curls into a high ponytail when she turns with the icing container in hand. Melody makes her way back to me with a devilish look. I just get harder thinking about what she might do. 

“Take your pants off for me, Daniel.” I quickly oblige, fumbling over the zipper and pulling them off. “I’ve been thinking about doing this since we made the icing earlier.” She kneels between my legs. “Can you take off your undershirt for me, Daddy?” I swear I start to become incoherent as I listen to her and jerk off my shirt, too eager to see what’s coming next.  

Melody bends down and presses a kiss on the band of my boxer briefs, and as I’m about to protest the tease, her tan manicured finger curls around the top of the band and starts to pull down. Her eyes stay on my face the entire time she pulls them down my legs, flitting only to my now-free erection. She takes the top of the icing container off and hovers over my chest. 

“I’m ready for my dessert,” she says as she starts to slowly pour the runny icing down the center of my chest, leading to my aching cock. She’s focused as she makes her icing trail, her eyes getting darker as she reaches my erection. I jump slightly when the cool icing touches me, but Melody leaves her other hand on me as a comforting touch of warmth. When she does reach my erection, she carefully pours it right on the head so it drips down all sides of me. 

“You look fucking delicious.” Melody’s lips attach to my chest first, and I moan. Her warm tongue laps up the icing while playing with my nipple. She nips at it once before giving the other equal attention. I watch her as she moves right above my belly button and lays her tongue flat on me, licking the rest of the icing off my chest in one long, languid stroke. “You are fucking delicious. God, Daniel.” 

She wraps her beautiful dark lips around the head of my cock and licks lightly. My hips buck at the feeling of her, always so perfect. It doesn’t take her long before she’s taking me down the back of her throat, lightly moaning as she works me. 

“Melody, baby,” my voice is harsh as I pull up on her curls. “I don’t wanna come in your mouth; I wanna come in you.” I barely even finish my sentence before my girl climbs on top of me and peels off her own underwear. She places her slit directly on my cock and slowly slides up and down, lubricating me in her wetness. 

“This doesn’t feel like a punishment,” Melody says as she lines herself up with the head of my cock. She teases both of us, bobbing so only my head goes in to pull it back out. I grab her hips and slam her down to the hilt. Her moan rings out. “Baby, yes.” My hands move her hips so she’s lightly grinding against me. “You feel so fucking good.” 

“Your pussy was made only for me,” I say as my hands travel up her body. My fingers graze right under her breasts, the pretty pink lace a stark contrast to her dark nipples, making them look more enticing. 

“I need more, Daniel. Please.”  With that, I flip us over so she’s under me. Taking her left leg, I pull it up towards her chest, giving me better access. 

“Show me how you touch yourself, Melody.” Her hand goes straight to her clit in quick circles while she watches me thrust into her. It doesn’t take long before I start to feel her walls begin to flutter around my cock. “You’re close, aren’t you, Baby?”

“Yes, God, Daniel, pleaseyes,” her moans become more incoherent as my thrusts become sloppy. 

“Come for me; show me how pretty you are when you come.” I slide my free hand up to her neck, lightly squeeze, and feel my girl come undone. I’m right behind her as I thrust once, twice, before my vision starts to black out, and I am still inside of her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

I collapse on top of her with my cock still inside and nuzzle into her neck. I feel her koala-like grip around my body as she does the same. We stayed like that for a few moments before I separated myself. I quickly go to the bathroom, take care of myself, and grab a warm washcloth for her, but before I can even turn around, I feel a hand snake around my waist. 

“You should’ve waited in bed, Mel. I was coming back to you.” Her grip only gets tighter from behind.

“Sleepy, want to shower.” She murmurs into my skin. I can’t help but laugh at my girl, turning to face her. In front of me, in all of her naked glory, stands Melody. I take her face and kiss her forehead; her hazel eyes are tired but happy. 

“Okay, how about a bath instead? I don’t think you could stand a shower, love.” 

A happy hum is the only response I get as I watch her eyes close. 

“Sit on the counter for me, I’ll start it for us.” 

I keep my hands on her hips and help her as she hops onto the counter. I feel her eyes on me as I wander around this foreign bathroom. What she doesn’t know, however, is that I already stashed a small bag of our toiletries, including her fancy bath supplies. I watch her eyes light up as she spots the Lush bag in my hand.

“I thought you refused to go into that store alone.”

“Who says I went alone? I might have had a little helper with me. She picked the bath bomb for tonight, too, so you better like it.” 

“Which one did she get?” I say nothing as I hand her the covered bath bomb; she’ll know which one it is as soon as she sees it. Her laugh is loud, almost startling. “You let her get us Sex Bomb? Daniel.”

“What? We have another year until she can read, and she liked the smell.”

“I hate to break this to you, but our girl can definitely read a little. She’s already halfway through kindergarten.” 

“Fuck.” I watch Melody throw it in the tub, then reach out her hands for me. 

“I love the bath bomb, thank you.” 

“That’s why you can’t say it without laughing.”

“Exactly.” 

I turn off the tub, check the temperature, and then pull Melody off the counter. I get into the bath first, position myself at the back, and then hold up my hand to help my girl inside. She easily nestles herself up against me, a perfect puzzle piece. Everything about today, my life, is ideal, and it’s all because of the girl in my arms. 

“Hey, Melody?”

“Yeah, Baby?”

“I love you, Happy Valentine’s Day” 

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[stevesjockstrap]

Prince Charming and The Freak

Steddie microfic challenge written for ‘charm’ wc: 548 | rated: T for language? @steddiemicrofic

Eddie made sure to duck his head when the herd of basketball players walked towards him down the hall, but he still got tripped and his notebooks and books went everywhere. When he’d found the last page near a classroom door, he heard voices.

“Thanks so much, Miss Simpkins. You know we have the big game tonight and I really just forgot about this test today. I promise I’ll do better on the make up.”

Eddie scoffed. Of course. Steve fucking Harrington. Charming the pants off the new clueless algebra teacher.

“Will I see you at the game later? I think you’d really enjoy it.”

The next scoff must’ve been louder, because suddenly they were both looking at him.

“Did you need something?” The teacher asked, glaring at him.

“Sure don’t. Just grabbing my stuff, from uh, the floor.”

“Why was your stuff on the floor?” Steve asked, concerned.

“I dropped it. Not all of us can have star basketball reflexes,” he tried to deflect quickly.

Shockingly this seemed to have the opposite effect, he stood and took a few steps in his direction. Steve looked at him closely. At the pile of unorganized mess in his hands, his flushed face from scrounging around the hallway.

“Were they messing with you again? My- the team?”

“Leave it alone, Steve. I dropped my stuff. You don’t-“

“I do. Sorry, Miss Simpkins, I gotta go handle something. But I’ll see you later?” She blushed when he sent her a grin and a wink. “C’mon, Ed.”

He wouldn’t call them friends, but the last few weeks somehow Steve “The King” Harrington had been appearing around him, after Steve had walked in on him getting ganged up on by the basketball team and actually stuck up for him.

When they’d walked down the hall and around a corner, Steve rounded on him. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“There’s nothing to tell, Steve. I don’t need your Prince Charming act, alright? I don’t know why you even care. If I didn’t know any better-“ he stopped with a shake of his head. He needed to shut up before it was Steve punching him.

“I care because you haven’t done anything to anyone, those guys just rag on you because you let them-“

“Sure. Because if I retaliate then I’m the one in trouble! No one on the basketball team ever has consequences for their shit, you know this.” He waved his hand back down the hall, encompassing the conversation he overheard.

Steve at least had the decency to look a little ashamed. He nodded. “Can I walk you to your car? Please? It’ll make me feel better.” He pulled out the most adorable puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen.

Eddie blinked at him. “Put the face away, Harrington. If you want to keep committing social suicide by being seen with me, far be it for me to argue. Ignorance and all that.”

He’d started walking down the hall when Steve caught his elbow. “What do you mean?”

“Why are you doing all this? I can’t figure it out and it’s-“

Steve pushed him roughly against the wall, but the kiss was more gentle than he could’ve imagined. Oh. Eddie dropped his stuff again so he could grab Steve’s shirt and pull him closer.

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[jungwnies]

syn ' he's your ex, but you're not exactly over each other yet. pairing ' exbf!soobin x fem!reader

1.27k words

you hear your phone ringing in the distance and you go grab it, a video call from taehyun. “hey, what’s up?” you ask as you fix your hair in the camera.

taehyun greets you and smiles, “nothing really, just wanted to talk to you.”

you laugh, “why?”

“how have you been?” he asks, fixing his camera.

you shrug, “i guess i’ve been okay.”

taehyun looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “serious?”

you nod, “as serious as i can be.” you take a deep breath, “how’s soobin?” you ask hesitantly.

“he’s good, i think he went out to eat with someone today.” taehyun tells you as you nod at him bitterly. “you have such a sour expression y/n.”

“was it a girl?” you question.

taehyun nods, “yeah, but-”

“well it’s good that he’s doing good.” you tell taehyun.

the two of you spend the rest of the call catching up as it’s been a while, but you couldn’t help but think about soobin with someone else already. even though it’s been about two months, you haven’t gotten over him, and a little part of you hopes he hasn’t gotten over you either.

“can you not mention this to soobin?’ you ask, as you tuck yourself into bed with your phone in one hand. 

taehyun nods, “yeah, of course.” “but i think you should talk to him, he misses you too y/n.”

“yeah maybe i’ll stop by your dorms sometime this week.” you grinned.

“okay, goodnight y/n.” he says, before hanging up the call.

you lay in bed and sigh, eventually falling asleep.

—

you walk into the big building and look around, the staff greets you as you see the elevator door open a little further down the hallway. 

soobin walks out the elevator, laughing with a girl besides him. they begin walking towards you and you quickly run into the stairwell deciding to walk upstairs to the gym where taehyun was hanging out right now.

when you get to tjhe gym, taehyun sees you catching your breath as you walk in, “did you run here?” he asks jokingly.

“i,” you begin, still catching your breath, “i went up the stairs.”

taehyun hands you a water bottle, “why didn’t you just take the elevator? “uhm, it was being maintenance.” you tell him, as the elevator rings and hueningkai walks out of it.

taehyun looks at you and laughs, “i’m just going to pretend you didn’t like just now.”

you laugh and sit down on the bench as taehyun picks up his weights and kai walks over to you, “hi noona!” kai greets, very bubbly. 

you wave, “hey kai.”

“are you here to see soobin?” “i think he’s on his way here, he was just walking someone to their car.” kai asks as he begins to stretch.

“what?” you ask, a little confused.

the elevator rings and soobin walks in with a smile on his face, his eyes land on you and he frowns.

taehyun puts the weights down and whispers to hueningkai to get up and come with him, leaving you with soobin alone in the gym.

“y/n?” soobin asks, sitting down beside you.

you take a deep breath, “hey.”

“it’s been a while hasn’t it?”

you nod your head, “yeah it has.”

the air was thick, and you sat next to each other awkwardly.

“so-” “was that” you both began in unison.

“you can go first.” you tell him laughing.

“was that you in the stairwell earlier?” soobin asks, looking away from you.

“oh… yeah” you chuckle, “that was me.”

“how come you took the stairs and not the elevator? the gym is so far up.” he asks, finally looking at you.

you shrug, “to get my steps in, you know?”

“you? working out? pfft.” he jokes.

“well honestly,” you begin, “i was avoiding you.”

soobin looks at you confused, “why?”

“i saw you.” you purse your lips, “with the girl?”

“oh…” soobin trails.

“do you like her? she’s pretty.” you smile, looking away from him again.

“no, we’re just friends, we just go out to eat from time to time and hang out.”

you nod, about to speak but your phone alarm rings. “i hate to cut our conversation short, but i’ve got to go.” you tell him, standing up.

soobin stands up with you, “i’ll walk with you.”

the two of you walk towards the elevator and go down together, the awkwardness was still there, as well as the silence. 

when you reached the lobby, soobin walks you to the front, “maybe we can talk more some day?”

you smile, “sure, i’ll see you soon, tell terry i said bye.”

soobin nods as watches you walk off as you step into a taxi, off to wherever you were headed.

—

“so, what did you guys talk about?” taehyun asks, as you sit in the back of the taxi on your way home from work.

“nothing much, he told me about that girl.” you tell taehyun, sighing.

“i think he told you so that you didn’t get the wrong idea, he still loves you y/n.” 

you take out of one your earbuds and tell the taxi driver to stop here. you get out of the vehicle after paying for the ride and make your way up to your apartment.

“you think he still loves me?” you ask, with a slight laugh.

you hear taehyun’s room door open and listen to the familiar voice in the background.

i miss her is all you heard before taehyun put himself on mute.

i miss you too. you thought to yourself as you threw your phone on your bed to change into something more comfy.

taehyun eventually ended the call telling you he would call you back, but in fact he didn’t call you back and that’s how you ended up in the txt dorms two days later.

—

“you’re so rude for not calling me back, honestly.” you tell him as you pour water in the cup.

“i’m sorry, i just got distracted.”taehyun tells you as he fixes his hair in the mirror.

soobin walks into the dorm, “oh, y/n you’re here again?” 

you nod, “yeah, i was just bored at home, and taehyun never stays on call with me anymore.” you whine, jokingly.

taehyun rolls his eyes and walks over to where hueningkai was very immersed in his console.

soobin walks beside you and smiles as he always pours himself a glass of water, “can we talk?” he whisper asks.

you nod, “yeah, let’s go outside though.”

the two of you guys sit outside in the hallway on the floor, “y/n, i’ve really missed having you around.” he tells you as he swishes the ice in his water around.

“yeah, i’ve missed you too.” you confess, very hesitantly.

soobin sighs, “it’ll never be the same.”

you lean your head on soobin’s shoulder, “probably not, but at least we’re here together, right?”

soobin turns his head and looks down at you on his shoulder, “every couple fights though, right?”

you sigh and sit up straight again, “soobin, that fight showed us how different we are, we aren’t compatible.”

soobin looks at you sadly.

you lean your head back on soobin and wrap your arms around his torso, “we can’t be together soob.” 

soobin kisses the top of your head as his eyes water, “i know.”

you feel tears begin to drip from your eyes, “i don’t understand, but i love you.”

soobin wraps his arms around you, i love you too. he thought to himself, as the two of you sat outside in silence. 

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[whoisshel]

Trick or Treat, Freak

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

word count: 2964

tw: swearing

previous part

It’s finally Halloween day and you have been jumping off the walls with how excited you are; you really can’t wait for everyone to see your and Eddie’s costumes. You just have to get through school and then you can enjoy your favorite holiday. You also have to somehow make it without getting into any trouble. Halloween is usually the day you get sent to the office the most; your record is three times in one day. You’re not even getting sent to the office for pulling any pranks it’s just because you’re so excited you can barely sit still or shut up. So far today you haven’t gotten into any trouble, but for some reason, Robin decided to drag you to the library to study.

They’ve been in the library for fifteen minutes and your leg has started bouncing uncontrollably. As you’re looking around the room, trying to distract yourself, you notice Nancy sharpening her pencil for longer than she needs to, and Nancy looks like she’s lost in her head with the way she’s staring off and looking more concerned by the second. you started to stand up to go to Nancy, but Steve beat you there. Steve pulls Nancy into one of the little rooms in the library and you see what Nancy has been staring at for so long; a girl that looked like Barbara.

After a few minutes of Nancy and Steve being in the room, they come out of the room but Nancy doesn’t look any better. Steve sits back at their table as Nancy walks out of the library after telling Steve she’ll be right back. 

You turn back to face Robin and whisper, “Hey, I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

“‘Kay,” Robin mutters, not looking away from her homework.

You stand up and walk out the door quickly to be able to catch up with Nancy. Out in the hallway, you notice Nancy rush into the bathroom wiping tears from her face. You follow her into the bathroom and see Nancy standing in front of the sinks, looking at herself in the mirrors.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask once you’re standing in front of Nancy.

“Yeah,” Nancy replies, barely above a whisper. Nancy shakes her head at her weak attempt of trying to convince both of them that she’s not upset. “It’s just, I want to tell Barb’s family what happened to her.”

“Woah.” You stop Nancy from saying any more. Leaning down, you check under the stalls to make sure no one else is in the bathroom. Seeing that no one else was, you stand back up straight. “We can’t tell them anything, you know that.”

“I know, bu-but, I want to. The whole thing is eating me alive and now they’re selling their house to pay for a private investigator to find out what happened to her.” Nancy stammers out, waving her hands around trying to explain the whole situation so someone would be on her side.

“A private investigator?” You get stuck on that one detail which sets Nancy off into a long rant.

“Yes, and they can’t afford it, so they’re selling everything because they just want to know what happened to their daughter. Which is why I think we should tell them and maybe it’ll give them some piece of mind and then they won’t have to continue looking for them and paying so much money-”

“Nan-Nancy!” You grabbed ahold of Nancy's shoulders to try and calm her down. “Nancy, we can’t do that. That sucks, it really sucks, but we can’t tell them. We could get into some serious trouble if we did that.”

Looking down at her shoes, Nancy muttered, “That’s exactly what Steve said.”

“Well for once, I agree with him. We can’t tell anyone, okay?” You looked at Nancy with a stern look even though Nancy would barely make eye contact with you.

“Okay.”

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You are sitting in your living room with your mom while you wait for Eddie to pick you up. Pam doesn’t know how to feel about her daughter’s costume, she's a little bit shocked but also kind of finds it funny. Most teen girls want to dress up a bit more scandalously on Halloween, but nope, not her daughter; You did the complete opposite.

“And this is what you and Eddie decided you wanted to dress as?” Pam pointed her wine glass up and down in your direction.

“Yes Mom, how many times are you going to ask that?” You let out a loud sigh and rolled your eyes at how much your mom was bothering you.

Pam chuckled lightly, putting her hands up, “Hey, it doesn’t bother me. This is better than what I’ve seen other girls your age wear.”

“Mom, it’s 1984, girls dress a bit slutty-er now.” You crossed your arms, not believing what your mom was saying right now.

“Don’t I know it.” Pam scoffed, then took a sip of her wine. “You know, back when I was your age-”

You were very thankful at that moment when a knock was heard from the front door; you couldn’t jump up faster. Opening the door, your eyes grew wide at how amazing Eddie’s costume looked.

“Wow, you look great!” You exclaimed, giving Eddie a once over.

Eddie looked down at himself with a big smile, “Ya think?”

“Oh yeah, I love the beard.” You stroked lightly on the long fake beard so it wouldn’t come off.

“I love how yours turned out too.” Eddie pulled you closer to him by your waist and gave you a short kiss. “You’ve got the headpiece and everything.”

“Thank you.” You gave Eddie another kiss.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.” You stepped out the door, then turned sticking your head back in your house. “Bye Mom, I’m leaving now!”

“Okay, be safe, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“See you tomorrow!” You yelled back before shutting the door. As you and Eddie were jogging to his car, you jumped on Eddie’s back. Eddie quickly grabbed onto your legs so you wouldn’t fall.

—----------------

Eddie and you had been at Tina’s party for about an hour now, Eddie had sold quite a bit of weed making a lot of money. The two have gotten a lot of weird looks since they showed up to the party, they weren’t quite sure if it was because they were at the party or if it was their costumes, but the couple could care less about what people thought of them. You didn’t like that every time Eddie had to go and do business you were left alone. You understood that he needed the money, but you wished Robin was there with you; this just wasn’t Robin’s thing. Luckily, Nancy showed up not too long ago. Unluckily, Steve was with her.

As you were refilling your cup at the punch bowl, next to a guy in a bed sheet and a wreath around his head, Nancy came up beside you looking into the bowl. “What’s in this?”

“Pure fuel! Pure fuel! Whoo!” The guy next to you shouted, pounding his fist on his chest and making him burp. 

“I think that means alcohol in stupid,” You answered Nancy’s question, looking at the dude with disgust.

Nancy grabs a cup, puts some punch in the cup then starts chugging the drink. All you can do is stand there looking completely shocked at this once naive girl downing a drink that is more alcohol than juice. Steve walks up to the two girls, leaning his back against the counter. “Hey… whoa, whoa, whoa! Take it easy. Take it easy, Nance.”

“We’re just being stupid teenagers for the night. Wasn’t that the deal?” Nancy quips at her boyfriend, she then dunks her cup back in the bowl and starts chugging again before walking away.

After watching the whole thing go down, you turn to Steve laughing at the defeated look on his face. “Wow! What did you do?”

“What?” Steve turns to lean his arms on the counter, trying to find his girlfriend in the crowd. “Who says I did anything?”

“Nancy’s passive aggressiveness says you did something.”

Steve hung his head, “I have no idea what I did.”

“You should probably figure that out, cause she’s way out of your league.” You give a pat on Steve’s back.

“I don’t have to take this from someone dressed as a nun,” Steve said, looking at you in disbelief.

You looked Steve up and down, “And who are you supposed to be?”

“I’m Tom Cruise.” Steve pointed at himself, he once again couldn’t believe what the girl in front of him was saying.

“From The Outsiders?” You were very confused by his costume. You weren’t a big fan of Tom Cruise. “He wore a jean vest in that.”

“No, I’m him when he’s in Risky Business.”

“Never seen that.”

“You’ve never seen-”

“Hey Virgin Mary, need some help being christened. I’d be way better at it than loser Harrington.” You and Steve stop your little argument turning to face the new kid, who you found out was named Billy and is from California and is also apparently a complete asshole.

“The fuck did this douchebag say to me?” You and Steve looked at each other with disgusted looks then turned back to face Billy. “That’s actually the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I don’t know what's worse, you thinking I’d sleep with you or thinking I’d sleep with Steve.”

“Hey, wow, don’t bring me-”

“I thought you were dating that cute prissy girl, not this freak.” Billy points over to you with the hand that is holding his cigarette. “Although I can understand why you’d want a freaky girl on the side. You just earned a bit of respect from me Harrington.”

“Excuse you-”

“Hey, watch your mouth-” You and Steve both continued to yell at Billy at the same time. Steve’s eyebrows and his eyes narrowed, while your eyes went wide and eyebrows went up, but you were both pointing your fingers at Billy.

“What’s going on here?” Eddie’s voice came from behind you and his arm wrapped around your waist, stopping the yelling from you and Steve

“Oh great, another freak.” Billy chuckled, “And what are you supposed to be, Jesus?”

“Good to know all that cologne hasn’t damaged your brain cells too much.” Eddie snapped at Billy. Not wanting to deal with this bullshit anymore, Eddie moves his arm to lay across your shoulders to turn you away from them. “Come on Y/N, let’s leave them to their pissing contest of who gets to be king of the school.”

You turn your head to look over your shoulder at Steve with an apologetic look. He was trying to help you in that situation, Eddie just didn’t know after the amount of shit Steve’s friends have given him over the years. As much shit as you give Steve, you know he’s trying and is becoming a better person. 

—----------------

A few hours later, and a few drinks later, you are once again by yourself as you wait for Eddie to finish a deal. As you’re standing against a wall to try and keep a distance from the crowd, you see Jonathan walk through the door. You blink a couple of times to make sure he’s actually there, and he is in fact at the party talking to a girl. 

You walk over to Jonathan, stumbling every few steps, and wrap your arms around Jonathan’s neck causing him to stumble forward a bit at the added weight. “Hi Jonathan, I didn’t know you were coming to the party?” You then looked over at the girl Jonathan was talking to and an even bigger smile grew on your face as you became more excited. “Hi Samantha, isn’t her costume amazing, Jonathan? Siouxsie Sioux and the Banshees… love them.”

Your words started slowing down as you slurred a bit, and became distracted by a commotion in the kitchen. Looking over you saw a very drunk Nancy and Steve fighting over a red solo cup. When Steve’s hand slipped from the cup the drink went flying back and spraying all over Nancy’s shirt.

“Oh shit.” You chuckled, still leaning on Jonathan you turned back to look at the two as you continued laughing. “That’s not good.”

The three of you stand in the same spot talking, well Jonathan and Samantha talk while you stare off sipping on the water Jonathan grabbed for you. As the two are talking, Steve storms past the group and out the back door. You continue to look the way he went, only slightly hearing Jonathan say something about Nancy before walking away, then decide to follow after Steve. When you get outside, pushing past all the drunken teens, you spot Steve sitting in an empty area on the grass. Walking over to him, you plop next to Steve on the grass who continues to look down at the grass with a gloomy look.

“Hey, Steve.” You sound a bit awkward, not totally knowing what you should say.

“What do you want Y/N?” Steve mumbles, as he picks at the grass.

You put your hands up feigning surrender, “I come in peace. Just wanted to check to see if you were okay?” 

Steve looks over at you in suspicion, wondering where this nice version of you is coming from. He then looks forward, not wanting to look at you when he talks about what happened. “She said that I’m bullshit and that we killed Barb.” 

“I think the fact that she can’t get complete closure on Barbara’s death is really tearing her apart, but I told her the same thing you did; there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Exactly!” Steve yelled, throwing his arms up. You chuckled at his outburst, but you both died down seeing the looks you were getting from everyone. Steve went back to his heartbroken state, “she also said, like we’re in love.”

“Like you’re in love?” You asked, wondering if you heard him right.

“Yeah, that we’re not actually in love,” Steve explained, he continued to look anywhere but at you. “Well, I am, but I guess she’s not or something.”

“I’m sorry, Steve.” Steve finally looked over at you and saw that you were actually apologetic. “She does care about you, she’s just confused about what she’s feeling.”

Steve started to look more upset and a bit baffled at what you were saying, “Confused? What is she confused about?”

“She’s never been in love before, so she doesn’t quite understand it, and then…” You paused trying to come up with your next words wisely, “Then, when you add another person to the mix, it becomes more confusing.”

“Jonathan?” Steve croaked out, you could only nod at the question with a sympathetic look. Steve dropped his head again, then looked back up with a fake smile trying to change the subject. “Have you ever been in love?”

A soft smile appeared on your face at the question, “Yeah, you could say I am.”

“Ah, with Eddie Munson.” Steve slightly grumbled Eddie’s name.

“Yes.” You chuckled at Steve’s dramatics, “I love Eddie.”

“Mmm, I just don’t get you two.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t ruin it, Steve.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Well don’t.”

“Okay, okay.” Steve chuckles, giving up on their little banter. They sit in a comfortable silence staring at the party full of drunken teens enjoying their high school years with little responsibilities. Steve looks over at you as you continue to stare forward with the look of adoration on your face. He follows your eye line and sees that you’re looking at Eddie who is goofing around with a guy dressed as, what Steve can only assume is, a character from Star Wars based on the lightsaber. “Do you think someone can be in love with two people?”

You looked at Steve, confused about where this question came from, thinking he didn’t want to talk about Nancy and Jonathan anymore. “Yeah, I believe you can love two people. You can’t always control who you fall in love with.”

Steve only nodded, understanding what you meant but didn’t know what else to think about it all. You slapped your knees deciding that it was time to get up and leave. You tried to get up but struggled a bit so Steve helped steady you and stand up the rest of the way. “Alright, I think it’s time to go. I am drunk and also a little bit high, to be honest.”

“Do you need a ride?” Steve asked, still holding your arms.

You then noticed how close you were standing and took a step back causing Steve to drop your arms. “No, that’s alright, I’m going back to Eddie’s place.”

“Right, Eddie, well I should also go back in and find Nancy to bring home.”

“Um, actually, I think Jonathan did that.” You cringed at the realization that that's what Jonathan told you and now you have to relay it to Steve after the conversation you just had about those two.

Steve let out an exaggerated sigh, bringing his arms up then quickly brought them back down lightly smacking his legs. “Great, that’s great. Well, I’m going to head home, you have a great rest of your not.”

“Alright, sorry, goodnight.” You winced, giving Steve a small wave as he turned to quickly leave the party.

Once Steve was out of sight, you walked over to Eddie and wrapped your arms around his waist hugging yourself into his chest. Eddie brought his hand to rub your back, kissing the crown of your head. “Ready to go home, baby?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was muffled from your face being buried in his chest.

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[honeypiehotchner]

another man’s jeans (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

Ever since Ashe dropped “Another Man’s Jeans” I have had this idea in mind so BELIEVE ME I am so glad to finally have this out of my brain and in front of y’all. Please scream with me it’s so hot I can’t do this

Friendly reminder that if you’re not 18 or older to not interact with this post please and thank you :)

Summary: You and Aaron used to date years ago, back when you both were too immature to know what you wanted -- but you knew you wanted each other. Now he’s working a case in the city where you live, and you want to have a little bit of fun ;))

Warnings: jealous!Hotch (I KNOW), smut ;) grinding, oral sex (f receiving), brief handjob, slight size kink, unprotected sex (use a condom irl for the love of GOD), dub-con (VERY slight, I think, but there are some moments where I can see it being questionable; just remember reader & Aaron used to be together, so this isn’t their first rodeo with each other, if you know what I mean)

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Once upon a time, you were mine And it made sense, it don’t make sense anymore At times I think about when it did

If someone had told you this morning that Aaron Hotchner would be walking through the front door of your office, then you would’ve kissed them on the mouth.

Five years have passed since you kissed Aaron, but not a single day has gone by that you haven’t thought about him.

You do a brief celebratory spin in your chair before hopping to your feet, and plastering on your grin.

He’s not alone, unfortunately. There’s an older guy with him in an expensive suit with a gold signet ring on his pinky.

“Who let you out of the Mafia?” I joke, looking at Aaron’s friend.

He smiles slightly, but Aaron doesn’t.

“Y/N,” Aaron says, in that same tone you remember from five years ago. When you’d say something you shouldn’t have and he would warn you to stop.

“Aaron,” you reply, in the same tone you always did. Knowing you were annoying him, but loving it.

“The famous Y/N,” Aaron’s friend says. “I’m David Rossi.” He sticks out his hand for you to shake.

“Dave, I do know you,” you shake his hand. “Heard many stories. Good ones, I promise.”

Turning to look at Aaron, you smile. “How are you?”

“Fine,” he says. “We need to speak with your boss.”

You snort. “Funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

“Aaron,” you almost roll your eyes. “I am my boss. What do you need?”

Rossi is smirking, looking between the two of you. He had heard many stories about you. From ones that left Aaron with heart eyes to others that left him angrily sipping his whiskey. You were a whirlwind that never left Aaron’s mind. You still haunt him today.

“We’re looking for Avery Dillard,” Rossi says, since Aaron can’t stop staring at you.

“Avery…” you think for a second. “I haven’t seen her today, but I’ll take you to her desk. Come on, this way.”

You wave for them to follow you, listening for their footsteps as you walk down the hallway through the rows of cubicles to Avery’s.

“She usually takes Fridays off, so I didn’t expect to see her today anyway,” you explain. As you lean against the edge of the cubicle walls, you cross your arms. “Can I ask what this is about?”

Aaron and Dave share a look.

“Is there somewhere we can speak privately?” Aaron asks.

A thrill runs through you, even though you know it’s inappropriate. He’s clearly here to work, but God, he looks good.

“Sure, there’s a conference room just over here.”

Dave stays behind at Avery’s desk, but Aaron follows you to the conference room. Unlocking the door, you step inside and flick the light switch. Aaron shuts the door behind himself.

“Have a seat,” he says, gesturing to the table.

Raising an eyebrow, you sit down, knowing immediately that this is a type of serious you’ve never seen from him before. He sits down in the chair next to you, linking his fingers together and resting his hands on the table.

“What’s going on?” you ask again, beginning to feel slightly panicky, which is far from normal for you. Especially not around Aaron.

“Avery was reported missing this morning,” Aaron says gently. “We’re currently investigating a series of kidnappings of young women that have ended in murders. We believe Avery might be connected.”

“Connected? As in…?”

“We don’t know if she’s dead,” he says quickly. “We always assume they are alive unless told otherwise.”

“Okay, but,” you pause, wringing your hands. “You just said the others end in murders.”

“Unfortunately, yes, that is the pattern.”

“Aaron,” you breathe. “This can’t be real.”

“How long has Avery worked with you?”

“Just a few weeks,” you rub your forehead. “Maybe a month, I’d have to check the records to be sure, but not long. She just graduated college, needed a job for the summer. I needed some extra help, and I know how hard it is finding a job for just a summer, so. I told her she was welcome here, and she’s been here since.”

“Did she ever talk about a boyfriend, a girlfriend? Anyone?”

“No, she’s… Oh, not a prude, but you know? She doesn’t hook up with anyone and she’s a very serious dater, which is not what is around here. It’s a lot of one night stands here.”

Aaron’s eyes narrow slightly. “Alright.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t give me that look.”

“What look?”

“You know the look,” you mutter. “Don’t act jealous. We’re talking about a girl who might be dead. I’m not trying to seduce you — right now.”

He gives you his other look, the annoyed one, but that only fuels you. He should know better.

“You still single?” you ask, resting your chin in your palm.

“When was the last time you saw Avery?” he redirects the conversation immediately.

“So yes,” you nod. “I saw her on Wednesday. She took yesterday off for a doctor’s appointment.”

“The whole day?”

“I don’t judge,” you shrug. “Not my business.”

“Alright,” he says. “I think that’s all for now. I should get back to see what Dave found.”

“Come on,” you smirk, standing to your feet with him. “Are we seriously just gonna pretend like nothing ever happened?”

He opens the door and waves for you to leave.

“Alright,” you shrug. “I see how it is.”

~ ~ ~

I don’t need a bouquet, keep the flowers Let’s go dancing There was a time, not so long ago You couldn’t keep your hands off me

Friday night for you normally means going to a bar, but a Friday night after seeing Aaron for the first time in five years definitely means going to a bar.

Dressed in your favorite outfit to make you feel and look as hot as humanly possible, you head to your regular spot. You texted some friends to see if they want to meet up, but a lot are busy, so you don’t expect much.

Picking a stool at the bar, you settle in and order your first drink.

Within minutes, your night is made.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you chuckle to yourself, spotting Aaron as he walks into the bar with Dave and a few others.

Sipping your drink with a smile, you wait for him or Dave to notice you.

Aaron notices you first, but Dave speaks to you first.

“This must be a popular place, huh?” Dave says, nudging your shoulder as he slides up next to you.

“Hey you,” you grin. “It’s the best bar around. You made a good choice.”

“Actually, it was Aaron’s idea to come here.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Ah, I see.” Aaron knows you too well. You had forgotten that.

“Want me to go get him?” Dave asks after ordering his drink.

“Nope,” you smirk. “I’ll get him.”

He laughs. “I don’t doubt that. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”

“Just might take you up on that offer,” you smirk. “Let me grab another drink.”

“Let me,” Dave says, waving the bartender down.

You’re never one to turn down a free drink, so you let him get your second one.

“We just closed the case,” he says, watching the bartender prepare your drink. “Avery is home safe and sound, completely unharmed.”

You exhale deeply. “Thank god. Thank you for finding her.”

“It’s what we do,” Dave smiles, squeezing your shoulder. “I’m just glad we got there in time.”

You sense he’s done talking about the case, so you don’t ask any other questions. The bartender hands your drink to you, and you follow Dave back to the table.

Instantly, a man with tattoos circling his arms locks eyes with you, offering a grin that you return.

“This is Y/N,” Dave says.

You smile at everyone, leaving your eyes on Aaron’s just a little longer than necessary. By the time you look away, he’s still looking at you.

Perfect.

After getting through introductions, Emily leaves with JJ to get drinks from the bar. This left you with Aaron, Dave, and Derek, who wasted no time in moving closer to you. And you, naturally, wasted no time in leaning closer to him.

Across from you, Aaron’s jaw clenches.

“Morgan, don’t you want a drink?” Dave asks.

“I could use a beer,” Morgan nods. “What’d you get, sweetheart?”

“Dave just bought this one for me,” you smile, lifting your glass. “I’ll hit you up later for the next round, yeah?”

Morgan rubs your arm before sauntering away. Emily and JJ return with cocktails. Aaron’s gaze burns holes through your temple. Dave tells wild stories about his experiences with the Mafia.

The night continues just as it began. Emily and JJ accepted Morgan’s move and even shared looks with you when he would stand a little too close. At one point, his arm snaked around your waist, and that was when Aaron abruptly left the table.

You lean into him a little more. You can’t help it. He’s attractive, smells nice, has a killer smile. And charming, my God.

But, as much as you love those things, he isn’t Aaron. And Aaron is who you’ve been trying to get.

You manage to slip away from Morgan to go to the bathroom, or at least that was your excuse. Truthfully, you wanted to look for Aaron. But you didn’t have to. He was there by the bathrooms, waiting for you.

Walking right up to him, you tilt your head. “You there?”

He barely moves, but he looks at you. “What do you want?”

You laugh nervously. “What are you talking about?”

“I know what you’re doing,” he says.

“Is it working?”

“No.”

You narrow your eyes. “I think it might be.”

He takes a deep breath, which is exactly how you know it is working.

“It’s not a good idea,” he says.

“I didn’t say it was.”

“We’re going back to Virginia tomorrow.”

“I’m aware.”

“Y/N.”

“Aaron,” you take a step closer to him. “Come on.” Give in already.

Come on, make a move If you know what I mean

“We don’t work together,” he says.

“I know,” you reply. “I’m not saying let’s get back together. I’m just saying, let’s have a little bit of fun while you’re here.”

He nods his head back in the direction of the table. “You’re not spending the night with Morgan?”

You glance over your shoulder and shrug. “He’s cute, but he’s not you. I think he knows that.”

Aaron hesitates, shakes his head, then says, “Let me think about it.”

You know what that means, so you roll your eyes. “While you’re doing that, I’ll be dancing.”

Or I can be the girl in another man’s jeans

Spinning around, you head back to the table, looping your arms through Emily and JJ’s. They gladly let you tug them onto the dance floor, which Morgan already occupies. It didn’t take long for him to spot you three and come over, joining the circle.

The two of you dance a little too close, but you don’t mind. He had to have seen you talking to Aaron, and you know he isn’t dumb. You’re either going back to the hotel with Aaron, or with no one.

~ ~ ~

Rossi has a whiskey double waiting for Hotch by the time he comes back to the table.

“Thanks,” Aaron says, picking up the glass.

“No problem,” Dave smirks. “What did Y/N want?”

Aaron doesn’t budge, his eyes glued to you on the dance floor, your body just too close to Morgan’s for Aaron’s liking. But he can’t be jealous. You’re not his anymore. You haven’t been for years.

Aaron tears his eyes away from you to look at Rossi, and his friend recognizes the look. It’s the same look Aaron had in his eyes when he broke up with you. Like every atom in his body is at war with each other, holding him back from running after you.

“You better ask her before Derek does,” Dave says. “And before she says yes.”

Aaron looks up and over to the dance floor where Derek has his hands on your waist. That’s it.

Leaving his drink on the table, barely half finished, Aaron marches onto the dance floor and grabs you.

“We’re leaving” is all you hear before you feel yourself being pulled away from Morgan. You recognize the feel of Aaron’s hands, though, so you willingly let him drag you away.

As you look over your shoulder, Emily and JJ are waving with grins, and Morgan winks. The plan worked perfectly.

~ ~ ~

Is it me, or is it hot? What you want, is what I got

The hotel is a short, two-minute walk from the bar, which is perfect for all purposes. Including the current situation.

You were walking “too slow” according to Aaron, so he promptly picked you up bridal-style when you got outside the bar.

Now, inside the elevator at the hotel, he sets you down, but only so he can back you into the wall.

“You drive me insane,” he says, pressing his body against yours, letting you feel him — all of him. With his mouth on your neck, it takes all of your energy to not let your knees buckle right there.

“That was the plan,” you reply, breathless, head spinning from him.

His arms snake around your waist. His fingers are cool against your skin as they wander underneath your shirt. Then, the elevator settles, and he picks you up again, this time throwing you over his shoulder.

“Aaron!” you hiss, worried someone might be in the hall. Thankfully, though, it’s empty, and his room is just around the corner.

He swipes his keycard and kicks the door open, tossing the card and his wallet on the table as the door closes behind him. He flicks the deadbolt into place at the top of the door, ensuring no unwanted disturbances.

Finally, he sets you down on the bed — well, more like, he drops you, and then climbs on top of you.

It’s all so easy. The rhythm the two of you had is so easy to fall back into.

Your hands cup his cheeks to pull his lips to yours while his hands find their place underneath your shirt, pressed against your waist, squeezing, pulling you into him. You spread your legs and wrap them around him, pulling his body down onto yours.

“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth, his hips involuntarily grinding against your lower half. “Fuck.”

You begin to make your move, wanting your tongue in his mouth and his in yours, but he has other ideas, dipping his head to your neck — to your weakest spots.

It doesn’t take long for him to reduce you to a whimpering mess between the biting and sucking at your neck, grinding against you, and holding you still with one hand at the base of your skull.

The feeling of him is so overwhelming, you feel yourself cumming before you even realize what’s happening.

Aaron goes quiet, gentle kisses on your neck. “You just came, didn’t you?” he asks, and you feel him smile against your skin.

Sheepishly, you reply, “Yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he says seriously, pulling back to look into your eyes. “I want at least three more out of you.”

Your eyes widen. “Aaron—”

He covers your mouth with his, quieting your protests, knowing that this is exactly what you want.

You’ve never known anyone to distract you as best as Aaron does. Before you know it, your shirt is over your head and your pants are on the floor.

“No bra or underwear?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“It’s laundry day,” you smirk. “Whoops.”

His look turns into a grumpy glare, and you nearly laugh as he’s kicking his pants off and tossing his t-shirt away. “What?”

“You wanted to steal my panties, didn’t you?”

“Be quiet,” he grumbles, laying his body over you once again. “But yes. Obviously.”

“I’ll mail you some,” you say, and you feel him twitch.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

You grin. “I know.”

He feels your hands on the waistband of his boxers, and he drops his head onto your shoulder, letting you take him out. You know his body almost as well as yours, the right way to hold him, to stroke him. Before long, he’s pulling your hand away, leaving himself right on the edge.

He kisses your lips once, then leaves a trail of pecks all down your body, ending right where you want him.

Your fingers thread through his hair as he kisses your inner thighs, nipping lightly at the skin. On their own, your hips buck, wanting him closer, and he obliges, ready to send you on your way to your second climax of the night.

He holds your hips down as he ravages you, knowing the little touches that send you reeling. You cum embarrassingly fast for the second time tonight, your chest heaving as he doesn’t stop. He eases every last bit of orgasm from you before calming down, kissing all around your legs and hips and stomach.

You claw at his shoulders, wanting him closer and on top of you again. He crawls back up the bed, pausing to kiss you deeply, claiming your mouth with his tongue.

You can tell he’s multitasking, though, preoccupied with rummaging through something on the nightstand. He breaks from kissing you to look up, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“What are you looking for?”

“A condom,” he says. “I don’t— Fuck, I don’t have one.”

“For God’s sake,” you mutter, “just fuck me already.”

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have my hand on your dick right now if I wasn’t sure.”

“Alright, alright.”

He swats your hand away, not because he doesn’t want you to guide him in (because he loves that) but because if you do, he might not last.

He takes his time, remembering the size difference and how long it has been. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you.

But you’re not having any of it.

Lifting your hips, Aaron slides home instantly, and cusses when he does. Your eyes close from the blissful feeling of being so full, a feeling you’ve missed much more than you thought.

“Don’t forget you have two left,” he says, breathing hard in between each word.

“If you can last,” you tease, knowing the exact reaction it’ll get out of him — because it’s the one you want.

“Oh, I’ll last,” he says, lifting himself up. “You might be sore tomorrow.”

You grin. “That a promise?”

“It is now.”

And he keeps it.

There’s something about the way Aaron fucks you. You’ve never been able to place it, other than the fact that there is no one like him. You don’t know what it is, or what it could be, but you will never get enough of him.

He fucks without mercy, especially when you egg him on. He knows your weaknesses, the way you love when his whole weight is on top of you, pressing him impossibly deep. You don’t know when you cum for the third time, but it must be around the time when his hips start stuttering.

He regains his composure enough to slip out of you and roll you onto your side, thrusting back into you with ease. Your cries echo off the walls as he holds you against him, tonguing your ear, sucking a hickey where no one can see.

At this angle he reaches all the spots you can’t. All the spots that haven’t been touched since he left. All the spots that have been aching for him for so long.

When you cum for the fourth time, it immediately sends him over the edge, thrusting as deep as he can into you. You thrash in his arms from the overstimulation and he holds you, shushing your cries as his hips thrust gently.

On his final thrust, you ask him to stay inside. His arms tighten around your waist, holding you against him, like he’s wanted to for the past five years.

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[angelasscribbles]

Victim of Love Chapter 11: In This Moment

Series: Victim of Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley, Liam x Hana, Riley x Hana (past)

Word Count: 1,421

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: None really, just sadness lol

Song Inspiration for series: Victim of Love by The Eagles

And tell all your girlfriends

You been around the world friends That talk is for losers and fools

A/N: Posting this today because I told @kingliam2019 I would! 🤣Also, special shout out to the meme queen @karahalloway, you'll get it when you see it.

My other stuff: Master List.

“Sorry, but the top floor is reserved for the royal family. No one else is allowed up there.”

Drake didn’t even blink as his eyes scanned the rest of the guards stationed up and down the hallway. His face lit up as he waved and called out, “Bastien!”

“Drake!” The middle-aged man with greying hair and the physique of someone who still works out daily strode toward them with a wide smile. Pulling Drake into a hug, he asked,  “Why haven’t you been to see me yet, son?”

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he responded as he clapped the older man on the back with a sidelong glance at Riley, “Been…busy.”

Bastien looked over Drake’s shoulder as the embrace ended. He extended his hand, “And Lady Riley, how nice to see you again.”

“Bastien.” She returned the handshake.

“I suppose you’re here to support Liam. Well, come on,” he ushered them down the hallway and no one stopped him.

Bastien escorted them to a waiting area and then disappeared to let the king know they were there. Liam appeared a few minutes later, his eyes zeroing in on the woman in the room as if Drake wasn’t even there, “Riley!”

Liam moved quickly across the waiting room floor and into her arms. She returned the embrace, holding him tightly while he sobbed against her shoulder.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay, I’m here,” she crooned as she patted his back, “How is she? How’s the baby?”

“They’re fine, for now,” he pulled back, wiping his eyes as he did so, “She had some bleeding, so her guards rushed her here.”

“Bleeding?” Riley’s voice rose in concern, “Why? From what?”

“The doctors said it’s something called placental previa, the placenta is basically too low.”

“Can they fix that?”

“No, but it often resolves on its own as the pregnancy progresses.”

“So we just have to what…wait?”

“Bed rest, no heavy lifting, no stress, things like that, and yes, wait.”

Riley jerked like she’d been hit. “No stress….” She spun away from him and stalked across the room to the row of windows overlooking the parking lot as guilt punched her in the gut.

She was stressful for Hana. Her mere presence, her relationship with Liam, their estranged friendship, all of it.

Liam started to go after her but was stopped midstride as Drake clapped him on the shoulder, “Hey, I’m sorry this is happening, but you’re going to do everything in your power to make sure she has a good outcome. You have all the resources in the world.”

Liam gave him a sad smile, “You’re right. She’ll have a full-time medical staff as well as a full-time wait staff, so she doesn’t have to lift a finger, she’ll be monitored constantly. I just…I feel so goddamned guilty!”

“You didn’t cause this.”

“No, but I haven’t helped the situation, have I?”

From across the room Riley listened as Drake comforted Liam. She knew Drake was right about everything, but she agreed with Liam. The situation between them had become untenable. She headed for the door, “Which room is she in?”

Liam looked startled, “Riley, I don’t think-“

“I promise I’m not going to stress her out, Liam. The opposite in fact. I have some things I need to say to her to repair a little of the damage we’ve done.”

“I don’t know…”

“Liam, please! She’s my best friend! If she gets upset in any way, I’ll leave immediately!”

Liam hesitated a moment then nodded. He opened the door to the hallway and gave instructions to a guard to escort Riley to the queen’s room.

The guard showed her to the room. She opened the door quietly and stepped inside.

Hana’s eyes widened, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I can leave-“ Riley pointed back toward the door.

“No, wait! Don’t leave!”

She turned back to face her former best friend, “Yes?”

“You were worried about me?”

“Of course I was!” Riley walked across the room and dropped into the chair closest to the bed, “I know things have been….bad between us since you…since I….since everything with Liam, but deep down I still love you and I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you or your baby!”

The baby whose existence had tormented her. Now she felt like the biggest asshole on the planet for her raging jealousy. It wasn’t the baby’s fault, and no one deserved to lose a child.

“I didn’t know you still cared,” Hana said so quietly Riley almost didn’t hear it.

“I told you I loved you, Hana, and I meant it. I just didn’t love you the way you needed me to, and I’m sorry for that. And I’m sorry for continuing a relationship with him after he chose you.”

“I knew he was in love with you when I married him. I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch about it.”

“You haven’t!”

Hana raised an eyebrow at her.

Riley laughed, “Okay, you have, but it’s been justified!”

“I should have told him no.”

“And done what? Gone back to Shanghai?”

“No,” she scoffed, “But maybe if he’d married Madeleine, you and I could have mended things with each other.”

“That’s a lovely thought. But he probably would have convinced me to stay no matter whom he had married.”

“Right. Because you love him.”

Riley shook her head, “I’m sorry, Hana. But I know what I have to do now. I promise I’m not going to be a problem for you anymore.”

“What do you mean? What do you have to do?”

“I have to leave…”

Hana lunged forward, “Riley, no…”

“Not forever, but long enough for you to recover. You need to be stress-free for the duration of this pregnancy. I’m sorry, Hana, for everything! I never should have stayed here in the first place, then maybe you and Liam could have had a real chance.”

“No, Riley, you were right, I married him to hurt you-“

“I hurt you first!”

“All you did was fall in love with someone else. You can’t control whom you love, Riley. I get that, especially now. If I could have controlled it, I would have just stopped loving you.”

“So, it’s true, you just said yes to me to hurt her.” a quiet voice said from the doorway.

“Liam!” Riley jumped, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I’m sorry,” Hana dropped her eyes ashamedly to her lap, “it’s true.”

“It’s okay, darling,” Liam took the chair on the other side of the hospital bed and pulled her hand to his mouth to kiss it, “I wasn’t in love with you either. And I’m sorry I wasn’t more up-front about my feelings and clearer about my intentions with both of you. I…I regret ruining your friendship. But I do love you now, Hana, you and our child! I will do whatever is necessary to ensure your health and safety! Both of you!”

Riley felt like a knife had just been plunged into her heart. Of course Liam had come to love Hana over time. Hana was extremely lovable. She was sweet, kind, caring, loving, and passionate, as well as intelligent and funny. All the qualities one could want in a partner really.

She fought back her tears and when she was able to speak without crying, she reiterated, “I’m going to remove myself from the equation so you can both focus on getting this baby here safely and on supporting each other.”

“What?” Liam’s head jerked up and he stared at her in horror.

Riley bit back her tears as she told him, “You know it’s for the best. Your focus should be here right now.”

“I…” his eyes dipped back to his wife before lifting back to Riley with resignation, “You’re right.”

“I know I am. I’m sorry again, Hana. For all of it.” She stood to leave.

“I’m sorry too, Riley. I’m sorry I let my hurt feelings go too far. I miss our friendship.”

Riley leaned over to hug her. “Maybe after this baby is born, we can work on repairing it?”

“I’d like that.”

They held each other for a long while, both women shaking with silent tears.

Riley pulled away and walked to the door. She stepped into the hallway and looked back. Just before the door closed, she caught Liam’s eye and mouthed, “I love you.” Then she turned and ran back to the waiting room, crashing into Drake’s arms.

#victim of love #angelasscribbles #trr au #drake walker #drake x mc #drake x riley #the royal romance #trr #the royal romance fanfic #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #choices #liam rys

[bellaramseysgf]

Tattoo (B.B)

Warning(s); dom!Brucey<3,,illusions to smut (no actual smut),Fluff!,counting rule (you’ll see)

Pairing(s); Bruce Banner X Girlfriend! Reader!

Summary; You got a tattoo without Bruce knowing.

A/n; I haven’t written anything for Bruce yet, this was originally an idea for Sam/Bucky but I think it turned out cute for brucey bruce!<3

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This whole thing started a few months ago, after your date night with Bruce you were talking about nonsense really, arguing about who was better at mathematics. It was definitely him. You passed a tattoo shop promoting couple tattoos.

“Hey, would you ever get a tattoo?” You asked and Bruce chuckled “uh, I don’t know. Not sure how I’d react to the pain” you nodded “why do you ask?” You shrugged “just curious I guess”

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Curiosity got the best of you a few nights ago after one to many drinks with Nat you ended up in that same tattoo place. You vaguely remember the conversation with the person who did the tattoo. You woke up the next morning with not only your head but your hip hurting as well. When you looked in the mirror you gasped seeing Bruce’s name etched permanently into your skin in black ink.

“Oh god” you groaned, Bruce always said tattoos like that were stupid. ‘Why put their name on you? It could always end, what do you do then?’ You squeezed your eyes shut and sighed. This was it, your relationship was gonna end and you were gonna have evident proof of your ex on you.

You managed to keep the tattoo covered or hidden up until today, you were hanging out in the lab with Tony and Bruce. Really you were just distracting your boyfriend from his work, he was too busy admiring you to focus on the task at hand.

“Okay, stop distracting my helper, out you go” he pressed his hands on your hips to shove you towards the door and you winced as the tattoo was still slightly fresh, the swelling still there. They both looked at you and Tony pulled his hands away from your body. “What was that about?” Bruce asked eyebrow raising “nothing, just a little sore after my work out, I’ll just go” you said rather quickly turning on your heel to walk out.

“Babydoll.” Bruce called in his warning tone and you froze “turn around, bring your ass back over here, now.” He demanded and you turned around “really, I have plans with Wan, I should-” “do not make me come get you, one.” You chewed on your lips hearing the first number “Two…” he said eyes glaring “babydoll you know what happens at 3,don’t think just because Tony’s here I won’t do it” that had you moving quickly walking back over to the pair of them.

“You work out on fridays, it’s Tuesday. Spill” you waved your hands “really I’m just sore that’s all, maybe a warm bath will help” you said smiling innocently at him. Nat walked into the lab “hey, that Tattoo shop called apparently you left your rings-” Bruce’s eyes shot to nat and then back to you “I’ll come back” she said quickly leaving the room.

“A tattoo??” Bruce questioned and you smiled nervously “maybe…” your voice went higher then normal and Bruce shook his head. “Show me.” You shook your head “really, you’ll think it’s stupid Bruce, I-I was drunk I-” “I said show me babydoll, what’s with this attitude?” Bruce huffed switching the hand his pen was in and using his hand to pull up your shirt.

Bruce stared at the black ink that spelt his name for a minute before he slowly dropped your shirt back down. He was quiet, just staring at the spot that was not covered by your shirt. “You good? Tony asked and Bruce glanced at him nodding “yeah, great” bruce said eyes finally pulling up to meet yours.

“Excuse us Tony.” Bruce grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the lab and into the first empty hallway he found. You felt the wind almost knocked from your lungs as he pushed you against the wall. “Bruce, I’m sorry I know you don’t like it I’ll try to get it removed, it just needs to heel first-” your rambling was stopped my just lips on yours.

He kissed you with feral passion his lips hungrily pressing against yours as his tongue dominated yours. His hands dug into your upper waist making sure to stay away from your hips. Bruce pinned you to the wall with his own waiting your hands tangling into his hair as he finally pulled away from your lips just long enough for you to breathe before his lips were back on you. The routine continued for what felt like hours but it was only about 15 minutes

“You aren’t removing it.” He said once he finally broke from your lips one of his hands leaving your waist to grip your chin. “Do I make myself clear?” You nodded,dazed. “That’s my good girl,now go wait for me in my room.” He pecked your lips one last time before stepping away allowing you to walk off.

#fem reader #bruce banner #bruce banner x you #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner smut #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

To Make a Heaven of Hell (5/?)

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Virgil gets coffee and helps a few souls. He's really settled nicely into the Hellp desk setting.

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Chapter warnings: talk of religious indoctrination, homophobia and racism for the second soul Virgil is talking to, a tiny bit of negative perception about therapy for the third.

Notes:

Honestly this chapter went in like four different directions than where I thought it would, and ended up around 3k words. Aside from the very end, this is almost entirely filler. I don't know where this came from.

Picani just pushed his way into this plot and I'll tell you guys now I have absolutely no idea how to write him so y'all are in for an OOC t r e a t. (I'm probably not going to actually write him talking that much LOL)

I know what I'm doing with the plot I swear~

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About a week passed before Virgil was able to finally get his bearings. At least enough to feel comfortable exploring and less terrified of talking to anyone who wasn’t Judy or Lily. Up until that point he’d been terrified of getting lost, the space was so massive and unfamiliar that he had no idea how to find his way. Up until now he’d made a point of asking to walk with Lily or one of the others when going over to Hell or back to Lily’s Paradise. He’d also finally been tasked to visit the coffee shop in the main hallway along with Angel - whom he’d hidden behind when someone who he was fairly certain was a greek goddess came over to start a conversation. 

Luckily, he’d made it out of that encounter alive, with only a little light teasing from Angel and a sweet monstrosity of an iced coffee that had gotten him a side-eye from both Angel and the barista and a nod of approval from the person stood beside them waiting - a person with leaf green skin and bird wings who Virgil was pretty sure was some flavour of fae. 

“You know,” Angel said as they walked back towards Hell, holders full of coffee cups and bags of pastries in hand, “I didn’t peg you for a - how much cream is in that again?”

“A lot,” Virgil answered, vaguely.

“A guy who has enough fucking cream and caramel in their iced coffee to kill a faerie,” Angel finished. rolling His eyes, Virgil took a long sip of his coffee through the straw, just to make a point. 

“Well normal coffee tastes too bitter.” He said with a shrug, “Besides I could never get this stuff in the mortal world, and the Common Grounds coffee is amazing.”

She shrugged, laughing “Well if that’s what you like, I think you’d get on really well with my brother - you have very similar coffee tastes.”

“Your brother?” Virgil asked as they turned into the entrance to Hell and began down the stairs. It was odd how much this had stopped bothering him in such a short time. 

“Oh! Right! You haven’t met Roman yet, have you? The other twin.” Angel said, glancing at him before looking back at the coffees to make sure they didn’t spill. 

Virgil frowned, thinking for a second, he’d met… a lot of people, in the last week, “i don’t think so, no.”

Angel groaned, “Me and Remus have been trying to persuade him to get up here to come meet you, but he doesn’t like coming to the lobby. I’m sure you’ll meet him eventually.”

“It’s fine,” Virgil nods his head to wave her off though his hands are full, “He’s welcome to hide away if he wants, less faces for me to remember.”

Laughing, Angel placed down her holders and bags on the desk, already handing out the coffees to their recipients. Virgil followed her lead and did the same before taking his croissant and flopping into his new chair behind the desk. 

“How’s my favourite Emo today?” Said an annoying voice Virgil had become used to especially in the last few days. Remus came around the back of his chair and plucked his coffee cup from his hand, hopping up - though ae didn’t have to hop far, ze was almost seven feet tall. Virgil just watched with a slightly irritated look on his face as Remus removed the lid of his coffee and took a sip, before making a face. 

“Ew,” Remus huffed, passing the cup back, Virgil rolled their eyes, “Your coffee order stinks, dude.”

“Thanks,” Virgil said, putting the lid back ond drinking enough that he almost choked all while maintaining eye contact, “What are you doing here, anyway?”

Remus grinned brightly, showing all his jaggedly sharp teeth, “I’m going up to the Front Death-k! The cute nerd said he had sugar cookies for me, just thought I’d stop by and see my favouite Emo on the way, heh?”

“Remus,” Lily sighed, having just finished dealing with a soul, “You know they don’t like you going up there.”

“What? Because I scare a few souls?” Remus groaned dramatically, “I think they should get over themselves, I’m going to see Logan whether they like me or not.”

“Logan?” Virgil asked, perking up at the name he recognised.

“That’s what I said, aint it?” Remus turned back to him, “You know ‘im?”

Virgil hesitated for a second, frowning, “Yeah uh- he was- the one I talked to when I got here?”

“Neat,” Remus said, “Want me to tell him you said hi?”

For a moment, Virgil actually considered asking if he could go up with Remus and say hi himself. Eventually he chickened out and just nodded. He didn’t want to get in the way of Remus’ flirting. 

“Coolio,” Remus huffed, hopping back off the desk with a grin and starting to walk away with a wave “See you round Emo!”

Virgil waited until Remus was out of earshot, before turning to the Hellp Desk’s intern - Dante - who he’d met two days ago, “Do you think he even actually knows my name?”

“I think you’ve actually been renamed ‘emo’,” Dante shrugged, “Whether he knows your name or not doesn’t matter.”

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“Hey!” Yelled someone from the other side of the desk. Virgil sipped his coffee, not looking up from his phone and trying not to smile as he ignored her. She snapped her fingers next to his ear, but other than flinching slightly at the noise, he remained resolute. Tumblr wasn’t exactly a thing in the afterlife, but they did have pretty cool social media - nothing like the mortal bullshit, too. And right now he was texting Sharkie, so Karen could wait. 

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” She yelled, clapping her hands, Virgil just hummed, putting on a confused face. 

‘Hey can you hear that?’ He texted to Sharkie - who sat a few desks away, they started cackling, ‘sounds like theres a bug in here or something, can’t quite tell’. He took special effort to angle their phone so that Karen could see the text. She scoffed, and went to say something else before being interrupted. 

“Hey Vee!” Sharkie called, “You need me to call pest control? You’ve got a big one there!”

The woman made a noise of great offence, slamming her hand down on the desk, “I have never felt more disrespected in my life! How dare you-”

Sharkie walked over and sprayed her in the face with a spritz bottle of what Virgil was pretty sure was just water, but she screamed and started jumping around as though she’d just been sprayed with acid.

“Begone, pest!” Sharkie yelled, Virgil laughed, waving her off as she ran towards the stairs. Both of them burst into fits of giggles once she was gone. 

“Good one,” Sharkie told him, offering a high five which Virgil returned quickly.

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“I’m not supposed to be here,” Said the perky middle aged woman in front of him. He could practically picture on the PTA stirring up shit. 

“Sure,” Virgil said, “Except, you are.”

“I’n not, though.”

“You are,” Virgil nodded, glancing at her bright pink file. It almost hurt his eyes to look at for too long, “Your file’s here.”

“Well then clearly something’s wrong with the system,” She rolled her eyes, “Because I’m not supposed to be here! I was a religious studies teacher! I helped those poor misguided children back down the path of God-”

“Dude you taught at a diverse school,” Virgil rolled his eyes as he slipped his fingers between the pages of the file - the information download was a little overwhelming, but useful, “And you didn’t actually teach shit, you just tried to force a bunch of kids to pray to a god they didn’t believe in, and even the ones who did believe in your god didn’t want to join in your racist and homophobic prayers most of the time, fucking hell.”

“I was just trying to lead these lost children down the right path! What’s so wrong with that?” She practically whined. Virgil must have made a face, because Danta poked his arm.

“Hey Vee, pull the lever, trust me,” Dante whispered to him as the woman fumed - now about being ignored. 

Virgil raised an eyebrow at him, but reached over to pull the lever anyway. He gasped in delight when the floor opened beneath her and she fell with a squeal of terror. 

“Ooh,” Lily said from across the desk, “A squealer, nice trapdoor!”

“Was that your first trapdoor?” Penny asked, looking excited as Virgil nodded, “It’s cool, right? Dante made the lever for us.”

“It’s great,” Virgil said, glancing back as the floor closed back up, “I think every customer service desk should have a trapdoor to dunk those who displease you.”

“Oh aboolutely,” Lily nodded, picking up her book again. Virgil took a deep breath, preparing to deal with the man approaching his desk. This should be so much easier now that he had the trapdoor at his disposal. 

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“Hi welcome to hell this is the hellp… desk… oh-” Virgil said staring wide eyed at the sould in front of him. She looked barely older than fifteen, and seemed to be nearly vibrating out of her skin with sheer panic. Virgil immediately felt like his lungs and heart were being crushed, because God knows he’d been there, many, many times.

Her file appeared on the desk, but when Virgil glanced at it - not taking a look inside, it felt weirdly like intruding, in this particular situation - he saw that she was only going to level one. Virgil glanced quickly around - because surely one of the others would be better equipped for this - but there were only three of them there today, including Virgil, and everyone else was busy. 

Alright, he could handle this. Just fine. 

Quickly he darted around the desk to the girl, who seemed to be trying very hard to stutter her way through… something, though Virgil could tell she could barely breathe.

“Hey,” Virgil said, trying to get her attention, “Okay, I’m definitely not qualified for this, but I need you to breathe for me while I count, okay?”

She nodded, a little frantic, and Virgil started counting out a rhythm, instructing her to breath in and then out every few counts until she was breathing more evenly, and then for a little longer to make sure she was good.

“Okay,” He said, trying to keep his voice gentle, “How’re you doing?”

“Fi-fine” She mumbled, taking another, deeper breath and quickly brushing away tears, “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Virgil asked, “I can get you a cup of water, or give you a hug, if you want it.”

He had no idea why he offered that, he usually tried to avoid most physical contact, but it just… felt right, in this situation. 

She took a long time to respond, but eventually she said - almost quietly enough that Virgil didn’t hear - “Is… both okay?”

“Yeah,” Virgil said, “Both is good.”

The hug was mostly short lived, but even though she pulled away quickly, it seemed quite reluctant.

“Sorry,” She mumbled, “Your jacket just feels really nice.”

Virgil chuckled, making a split second decision and shrugging it off his shoulders, glad he’d worn a turtleneck today, “Here, borrow it while I grab you some water from the break room.”

“Really?” She asked, hesitantly, though she was already reaching out. No, not really! His mind yelled, that was his jacket, the jacket! He stomped down his rising anxiety quickly and smiled, putting the jacket in her hand. He could part with it for ten minutes, he’d get it back, and besides, it was just Hell, he’d been here almost every day for two weeks, no big deal. 

“I’ll be right back,” He said, as she put on his jacket like a blanket - without putting her arms in the sleeves. It went down to her mid thigh. She visibly relaxed and Virgil smiled, she definitely needed it more than him right now.

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“Level one isn’t bad, you know,” Virgil said quietly as she sipped the water he’d given her, “It’s just therapy.”

She tensed up again, “But… doesn’t it mean I’m… bad? Only bad girls go to Hell-”

Virgil shook his head so violently that she stopped talking, a shocked look on her face, “No, definitely not - I’ve… been here two weeks, so I’m not - definitely not the most knowledgable about the system, but the lower levels - especially one and two - aren’t for bad people, they’re for… healing, for people who’ve done bad things and regret it, and people who just need a bit of help, it doesn’t mean you’re… bad.”

She took a deep breath, “But… it’s therapy.”

“Yeah?” Virgil said, slightly confused by that, “They’re going to help you, that’s what it’s… for.”

“I’ve been to therapy before,” She said quietly, “And it wasn’t like that.”

“Oh…” Virgil said, he’d never been to therapy - though he admittedly probably needed to - but he’d certainly heard horror stories from friends who had bad therapists, “This - won’t be anything like what you’ve experienced before, I promise, the people here are really here to help you, and that’s it.”

“You’re sure?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Virgil nodded, before frowning as a thought crossed his mind, “One second.”

He quickly ducked away, hurrying over to where Lily was dealing with some soul who didn’t seem important enough to bother with, “Hey Lily?”

“Yeah?” She asked, looking up with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ve um, got a soul, are we… allowed to walk with them to their level?” Virgil asked quietly, “She’s just level one - I was also wondering…. If they did walk-ins?”

Lily smiled, a smile that was knowing, and kind, “Yes, to both your questions, good luck,”

Virgil nodded, returning to his desk and picking up the girl’s file, before turning and offering it to her, she simply stared him down. “Wha-?”

“It’s yours to share, I didn’t look at it,” Virgil told her, before she carefully took it, he took a deep breath, “Would you like me to walk you to level one?”

Once again she took a long time to respond, but eventually she nodded, “Yeah uh - I think I’d like that.”

“Neat,” Virgil said, taking a deep breath, he was totally prepared to walk down to level one of Hell, and get this girl to therapy, and maybe ask for therapy himself, without his jacket, “Lets go, then.”

She nodded firmly, clutching her file tight and almost burying herself in Virgil’s jacket, and followed his lead towards the tunnel that would take them down to level one and two. He hoped he didn’t look as nervous as he felt. In the two weeks he’d been here so far - he’d been keeping track, dutifully, in a notebook - he’d never once gone further than the Lobby. 

Lily and Judy had explained the levels of Hell to him, and told him how to get to each one. They’d also told him about the demonic levels - training levels, admin levels, residential levels - but it had mostly just flown over his head, he’d been a little overwhelmed by all the information at the time. Besides, he was still just slightly terrified that he’d get stuck if he came down here. Right now, though, he was resolutely not worrying about that. 

When they arrived after what seemed like an eternity, though, they were approached by an extremely friendly looking demon. He had pastel pink skin and horns that resembled a buffalo, though they were decorated with twines of flowers that also decorated his rose-gold hair - tied back in a thick braid. He wore wire-frame glasses that seemed to be struggling to hold onto his pointed ears, and his eyes behind them were an inviting shade of blue. Not to mention the way his tail ended in a plume of darker pink fur, rather than the pointed tails he’d mostly seen on demons so far. 

“Hi! Welcome to level one!” He said with a grin, doing jazz hands as though he were announcing a show, "New arrivals?” 

Virgil clammed up, in that moment, a lump formed in his throat that was so familiar, yet he hadn’t felt it in the last few days - not once while dealing with the souls at the desk, but as soon as it really mattered. 

“Just me,” The girl said after a long pause, hesitantly offering her file to the demon, “Um, he just walked me down from the… the Hellp Desk?”

“Oh neato!” He smiled, offering her a hand to shake, “Well I’m Emile Picani, and I’m in charge down here on level one! it’s absolutely freakin’ fantastic to meet you! Give me a tick and I’ll see who can take you from here, kay?”

She nodded and took a relieved breath with a smile as Emile hurried off, glancing back at Virgil and slowly slipping off the jacket before offering it back.

“Thank you for your help…” She said, trailing off at the end of her sentence, Virgil realised after a second of staring that she was waiting for his name.

“Oh- Virgil,” He said, taking his jacket with a sigh of relief of his own, “I’m happy to help…?”

“Linda,” She said with a smile, as Emile hurried back over with another equally friendly - though calmer looking - demon in tow, “See you round?”

“Seeya,” He nodded with a chuckle and a solute as the second demon waved her over and they began to walk off. She turned and soluted back at him. 

Virgil smiled, taking a deep breath. He’d ask about therapy another time, probably, this was definitely enough stress for one day. 

Where he’d expected to turn and go, however, he found that Emile was still hanging around, watching him almost as though he expected something. Virgil frowned and tilted his head, one eyebrow raised in question. The demon laughed. 

“So,” He said, taking a few steps closer, “You’re the new kid at the Hellp Desk? I’ve been hoping to meet you since I heard there was someone new! Virgil, was it?”

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[whorelander]

cupid’s chokehold

chapter i. i’m your venus chapter ii. the things she does to please chapter iii. who wants to give it a whirl? chapter iv. i put a spell on you

summary: with nothing else going on (finally) you spend the day with black noir.

chapter v. she’s got me like nobody

It’s been three weeks since you officially joined The Seven and things have been going better than expected. Your debut interview was a huge success; you’d honestly go as far as to say it did a little too well. You were subjected to many, many more throughout the following days because every talkshow wanted to host you for some ratings and views. Honestly, you don’t even say anything of importance in these interviews but the public eats it up every time according to Ashley, so you’ll take it.

Today though, you finally have a breather. Starlight and Homelander are both needed in the spotlight for a joint appearance at Translucent’s televised funeral where he’ll be giving a heartfelt speech and Starlight will be singing. Maeve’s busy with a scheduled drug bust downtown courtesy of PR. Right now, you’re watching reruns of Jersey Shore while lounging on the couch with a bowl of cereal in your lap. It’s nearly noon and you’re just now eating breakfast, and you can only imagine what your mother would have to say about this.

As you lift a spoonful of Frosted Flakes to your mouth and chew quietly, you contemplate what to do on your day off. You don’t know when you’re gonna get another one of these so you might as well make it count right? There are a few options here: having a you day complete with a facial and full body massage, or you can treat yourself at a nice restaurant later tonight and order the most expensive things on the menu, or maybe if you’re a glutton for punishment you can disregard the finer things in life and instead go for a run around Central Park.

Actually, you don’t know how comfortable you are with leaving Vought Tower by yourself. You feel like you’re constantly being watched, though you can’t really explain why. It’s probably just paid paparazzi but it still puts you on edge. You’ve even had a recurring nightmare about someone outside your window, which you usually laugh off because it’s physically impossible. You’re on the 99th floor. Unless TMZ is feeling really courageous, you don’t think they’re scaling the building just to get a rare photo of you in your natural habitat or whatever. Maybe they’d do it for Homelander, but definitely not for you.

Once you finish your cereal and watch a couple more episodes you can’t help but feel bored. Things have been nonstop nearly everyday and now you suddenly have nothing to do. You decide then and there you aren’t going to let your irrational fears stop you from enjoying your day off.

After washing your bowl and spoon, you walk into your bedroom and open your closet for a look at today’s outfit. You finally decide on something casual and comfortable; a pair of black yoga pants and a graphic t-shirt that’s slightly worn out and hangs off your shoulder to show a bit of your collarbone and bra strap. You brush your teeth, put on a little perfume then slip into a pair of sneakers. You leave your apartment and gently close the door behind you.

The trip down the hallway towards the elevator is uneventful, and you find yourself missing your teammates' sporadic interruptions. You glance into the meeting room and you’re pleasantly surprised to see Black Noir in there, sitting in his designated chair. You step into the room and he immediately looks up from his notebook, pencil frozen on the paper. His assassin skills must really be on point to know that someone was walking in. Or maybe you’re just loud.

“Hey!” you greet cheerfully.

Black Noir gives a small wave in response.

After a small internal fight and a bit of hesitation, you walk closer to his seat. He’s the only one of the team (that’s present and not currently incapacitated) who you haven’t really had the chance to get to know. Hopefully you can change this now.

“I know I told you the other day, but the food you made was really good,” you say.

Black Noir quickly flips to a different page in his sketchbook as you come closer.

“I’ve never had pancakes that fluffy before. It actually kind of made me homesick–but in a good way! Like, your cooking was so good it reminded me of my mom’s, you know?” you ask with a smile. You don’t know why you feel so flustered talking to him. Maybe it’s because he’s the strong silent type?

He sets down his pencil then makes a motion with his hands at you. There’s a brief pause as your brain finally registers what you just saw and you realize he signed something at you. You’re not able to translate what he said because you’re too excited at the fact that he’s actually speaking to you.

“Wait, can you repeat that? Just a little slower, please,” you say and watch his hands intently. You actually know a little bit of sign language due to the fact that in high school, you and your best friend learned the bare minimum along with a random assortment of words in order to talk to each other in class after taking a test.

Black Noir nods. “Thank you,” he signs.

You smile wider. You try to sign back to him and acknowledge his words, but when you hear something that sounds suspiciously like muffled laughter, you stop with a pout. “Hey. I’m a few years out of practice, alright?”

“It’s okay. I can teach you,” he signs. He rolls his wrists in what seems like an almost nervous fashion then as an afterthought he adds: “If you want.”

You nod eagerly and sit down next to him. “I’d love to! You’re not doing anything today right?”

Black Noir shakes his head.

“Neither am I. We can do nothing together?” you suggest.

“Learning isn’t nothing,” he signs.

It takes you a moment to translate, and once you do, you roll your eyes good naturedly with a grin. You feel unapologetically happy at the fact that he feels comfortable enough to joke around. “You know what I mean. C’mon, I’m trying to be cute here.”

Black Noir takes a moment to respond. “You’re already cute.”

You tilt your head and watch his still hands, trying and failing to figure out the last word. He did it pretty quickly too. “Can you do it again? I don’t know this one,” you say and try to mimic his hand movement.

He shakes his head and flips throughout his notebook. You catch a glimpse of a few birds as well as a scenic nature piece before he finds a blank page and stops on it. Black Noir begins writing out the letters of the alphabet with a large space in between them, then fills in the space with the ASL correlation of each letter.

“Wow. Are you sure your superhero power isn’t the ability to draw hands? Because these look great,” you comment as you watch.

Black Noir pauses at the letter J, then writes something at the corner of the page. Once he goes back to drawing the ASL alphabet, you glance at the note he left.

Thank you. :)

The tiny smiley face makes your own lips quirk up into one.

You and Black Noir spend the next four hours together in the meeting room. He teaches you somewhat intermediate phrases and longer sentences, along with basic responses since apparently earlier you signed “fuck” instead of saying “you’re welcome.” No wonder he was laughing about it.

Would you go as far as to say you’re now an expert at ASL? Definitely not. But you feel like you made good progress today and now you have an actual way to talk to Black Noir. Who knows, maybe you and he can meet up in your free time and continue with these lessons. It can be your little thing. Maybe you’ll be able to have inside jokes with each other and sign them during meetings. The thought makes you excited.

“I really appreciate you doing this. I can’t believe how late it is already. I’m not stealing you away from a super important photoshoot or timed jail robbery, right?” you joke, though a part of you is nervous that he may have missed something by accident in order to teach you sign language.

Black Noir looks at the time, then shakes his head.

You follow his movement. “Guessing by the fact that you had to check…you have something to do later today?”

Black Noir nods.

“Aw, that sucks. I was gonna ask you to teach me how to draw next. Well, there goes that plan.” You sigh dramatically, and smile at the sound of his quiet laugh. “Can I keep the alphabet page? I think it’ll really help me out.”

He nods again. He places his hand flat on the paper and gently starts to tear it from the spirals of the book. Once it’s finally ripped off in a clean line, he hands it to you. However, your eyes aren’t on the paper Black Noir’s holding. It’s on the one in his notebook that was newly exposed due to him removing the page.

The paper is filled with sketches of you. They’re not as realistic as the few birds and nature pieces you got glimpses of, but they’re still well detailed despite the slight stylization. There’s one of you laughing with your eyes closed, you leaning on your hand while looking towards the side, and the last one of you smiling with bright eyes. You recognize the outfit you’re wearing on that one–it’s from your first day when Homelander took you to meet everyone after you were officially named Femme Fatale by Seth and Evan.

Black Noir follows your gaze and you see his shoulders tense up for a millisecond out of the corner of his eye. The paper he’s holding crinkles slightly before he lets go of it and it drops onto the table.

“I draw a lot of people. I can show you my other sketches, I practice during The Seven meetings,” he signs, and his hands are moving too fast for you to be able to translate.

You don’t say anything and continue looking at the page filled with drawings of you. They look like he captured you during moments of serenity, and you feel a tug at your heart as your eyes get misty. Is this how he sees you?

Black Noir suddenly closes the book. You blink quickly in an attempt to ground yourself. You’ve never felt seen in such a way before. Those drawings…they almost feel intimate with the way they frame you.

“Don’t be sad,” he signs. “I’m sorry. I made you uncomfortable. I’ll throw them out.”

You shake your head and reach towards the book before you stop yourself. “Can I keep those, please?” you ask.

You hear his breath hitch faintly. He stays still for a few moments that feel like an eternity before he finally opens up the sketchbook again. In the same fashion as he did with the previous page, Black Noir carefully rips it out from his book. He slides the two pages over to you and you notice he keeps his gaze downwards.

You’re careful to not bend or crumple the pieces of paper as you pick them up. You feel your face heat up the longer you look at the drawings he made.

“This is amazing,” you say quietly, a small smile on your face. “You have no idea how much these mean to me. Seriously. You’re so talented.”

You’ve been tagged in fanart of yourself these past few weeks on Twitter, with some being a little more crude in nature than others. Black Noir’s sketches feel so different from anything you’ve ever seen before. He drew you so…beautiful.

“I’m–” you start, but find yourself at a loss for words. You look up from the papers and watch the way he twirls the pencil between his fingers as if he needs something to do with his hands.

You don’t know what else to say to convey your gratitude. So you sign instead.

“Thank you,” you sign. You’re slower than he is with piecing the sentence together, but you had to be sure you were saying the right thing.

Black Noir stops playing with the pencil and sets it down on the table again. He holds up his hands and you stare at them with your full concentration.

“Fuck,” he signs.

Your confused expression must amuse him, because his shoulders shake with silent laughter. You know for a fact you translated that correctly, it’s one of the words you and your friend used to sign to one another constantly because curse words are essential to a high schooler’s vernacular. You don’t know why he would–

Oh.

You put your face in your hands as you shake your head and laugh along with him. You can’t believe he actually made fun of your earlier mistake. The two of you spend way too long signing “thank you” and “fuck” in response back and forth but it gets funnier every time.

When Starlight and Homelander return from Translucent’s funeral, they both look surprised to find you and Black Noir in the meeting room.

“Well, look at you two go-getters! How’d you know I was about to call for everyone?” Homelander asks. He has that ever present cheerful expression on his face.

“Hey! How’d everything go out there? I watched a little bit of it, and it looked beautiful. Made me wanna cry,” you say. It’s not a total lie, you did watch about five minutes of the televised funeral before you noticed Jersey Shore was on.

Starlight glances at Homelander, then back to you with a bright smile. “It went great. I wish you–you guys were there with us.”

“What’d you do to pass the time?” Homelander asks. His eyes stray down towards the papers you’re holding close to your chest, then focus back on your face.

“Noir’s teaching me ASL! We’re gonna turn it into a weekly thing, hopefully. Right?” You look at him for assurance, and he nods.

“I didn’t know you knew sign language,” Starlight says, looking at Black Noir.

He nods again. “Fuck,” he signs, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you.

Homelander removes his hands from behind his back and claps them together once, twice, three times. The sound reverberates off the walls of the empty, spacious room. He gives you and Black Noir a double thumbs up with a wide grin, though there’s something in his eyes that doesn’t match the supposed good mood. You can’t tell why. Maybe he’s stressed from the morning he had?

“That’s the type of team bonding we need! Man, I wish I had come up with that,” Homelander muses. “Maybe we can all join in on one of those sessions. It would really strengthen our camaraderie, don’t you agree?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Starlight says.

You watch the way Black Noir’s shoulders lower as he slouches, resigned, then nods for a third time. While waiting for Maeve to get there so Homelander can discuss the upcoming plans for the team, you take another peek at the page filled with drawings of you because you can’t help yourself. With a small smile, you look up from the page and at Black Noir. He doodles a happy face then pushes the notebook towards you so you can see it, which just makes your smile grow.

You don’t notice the way both Homelander and Starlight have their eyes trained on you.

#black noir x reader #homelander x reader #starlight x reader #queen maeve x reader #chapter 9 is gonna fun thats all i'll say #when we get there 😈 #whorelander writes

[jaesxnuwu]

Chapter III: After Work Hours

Playing with first person pov this time

Finally, the day was over. It was easy to lose track of time with how many windowless rooms there were in the building. Knowledge of the Kalecian Guard’s operations weren’t something available to the public, so I guess it made sense.

I slipped on my jacket and left the office. A soft breeze blew behind me as the door slid shut and the automatic locks turned on. I pulled out my phone and started down the white hallway. The echoing of my own footsteps was always calming and helped me relax at the end of the day. 

Hmm. What should I eat tonight? I haven’t had ramen in a while, so I guess that’ll do. Oh that reminds me as well. Should I stop by the convenience store afterward? Those limited-edition candies should be out this week but—

“Have a good night, captain!” A nervous voice broke me out of my trance.

“Huh?” I paused and looked up to see one of my subordinates waving at me a few paces up ahead, “Oh, yeah. You too. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

One of the new recruits today. I remembered seeing him in the training facility earlier. Damn, this was going to be a lot of faces to remember. Do the higher ups really think I need this much help? Sure, there’s crime here and there, but it’s not like we haven’t been able to handle things so far.

I passed by a few more people on my way out. Some were staying behind to train on their own and some were coming in for the night shift. A gust of cold air greeted me as the automatic doors slid open. The weather sure had been nice lately. The sun was starting to set and cast a warm glow across the cityscape.

I should hurry before the restaurants start getting packed. Technically, I don’t have any official hours I need to abide by at my rank, so I like to take days off a little earlier when I can. Of course, I only do this when I happen to wrap up work earlier than expected.

I hopped on one of the train stations nearby since the ramen place is a decent distance away. It was still early, so I managed to grab a seat instead of having to stand. I checked my phone to see if there were any updates, but of course I knew there wouldn’t be. It was just a habit though. The passengers around were mostly keeping to themselves too.

A lady in a business suit looked like she was playing something on her phone. I had seen her often enough on my evening rides. I always wondered what she was playing.

There were three guys that stood out today though. It was difficult to ignore their loud conversation and laughter, and it was even harder to tell what they were talking about with how much they talked over each other. It sounded like something about a party from the other night. Their clothes were visibly dirty and slightly ripped. I imagined they were probably up to no good based off past experiences, but I really just wanted to get some food and figured somebody else would deal with them if they decided to do anything. They didn’t look too dangerous after all.

The crowds were really starting to pick up by the time I got off the train. The ramen place wasn’t too far from the stop, so it wasn’t a long walk. I thought I had gotten there in time, but once I turned the corner to the storefront, I saw a line had already formed before I arrived. I sighed. It wasn’t too long, thankfully. It could have been worse.

I got in line behind the others. There were about ten people it looked like, but maybe it wouldn’t have been too bad if some of these people were couples or friend groups. At least, that’s what I was hoping. Near the front I could see one of the workers jogging toward me, with a stack of menus in her hands.

“Hi! Welcome, here’s a menu for you to look over while you wait,” she said cheerfully as she slid one of the menus to me, “How many people are in your party?”

“Thanks, and it’ll just be me.”

“Alrighty, there are a few people ahead of you right now. We estimate it’ll be about a twenty-minute wait until it’s your turn to be seated. Will that be alright, sir? And can I get a name for your table?”

“Jae. Yeah, no problem.”

“Thank you, Jae! You can hold onto that, and we’ll collect it when it’s your turn,” she smiled and walked behind me. A few more customers had already lined up during our quick exchange. She repeated the same greeting to them as well. I glanced over the menu, but I already had a good idea what I wanted to have that evening.

Slowly but surely, the line continued to move, and I was at the front about twenty minutes later, like she estimated. The same girl greeted me past the doors. She stood behind a podium with the light of her screen peeking out from the sides. The place was packed and filled with chatter. She had to raise her voice a bit for me to hear her.

“Hi! Thank you for waiting. You were Jae, right, and with a party of one?”

“Yup.”

“Okay, okay,” she hummed as she tapped on the screen. I could hear a few muted beeps confirming each entry amidst the noisy restaurant. I shifted in place and fidgeted with my chains while I waited.

“Sorry about that. We just got a new system update, and everything’s all jumbled, give me just a second,” she looked up and smiled apologetically.

“No problem, take your time,” I waved, trying to assure her. I got it. Kalecia’s technology was great, but the speed of advancements sometimes was exhausting, and this was a pretty mundane but good example of that.

Buzz buzz

My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket.

Who could it be?

I pulled out my phone and glanced at the notification screen.

A crime had been just reported nearby.

Seriously? How nearby are we talking though? Surely someone else can deal with it right? I just got to the front of the line!

I swiped up and checked the map. I couldn’t help myself from letting out a small groan from what I saw.

It was literally just down the street, and in a narrow alley. From the map details, I could tell it was a prime area for shady dealings. There was only one entrance, with a fence likely blocking the other side. I zoomed out. There were no patrolling Guards anywhere near as close by as I was.

If this were any other situation, I would have just let someone else come to handle it, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do that this time. The details of the report were left blank, so I’m assuming that the person sending the message didn’t exactly have the luxury to type anything down. So… they’re probably being attacked, maybe being mugged? Whatever, I’ll find out when I get there.

“Sir? And what did you want to order, sir?” the hostess’s voice suddenly registered to me.

“Sorry, something just came up, but I’ll be back another time” I felt bad for wasting their time too

“I’m afraid we won’t be able to hold your place if you leave,” she warned nervously. It seemed like she had dealt with some unreasonable customer demands before. “I know, that’s alright.”

It was going to be one of those nights.

Following the tracker on my phone, I quickly arrived at the street with the alley in question. With the overwhelming sound of cars, music, and the occasional train running through, it was easy to see how even someone crying for help in one of these quiet alleys could easily go unnoticed.

I turned the corner into the alley, and was immediately greeted by what was basically darkness compared to the bright illuminated streets I was just in. It wasn’t too hard to make things out though. The amount of light that spilled in from behind me was enough to at least see the criminals.

“I-I told you, that’s all I have on me! Please, I’m sorry!” a man’s voice cried out. He was on his knees, and his clothes had been torn and partially soaked with blood. It looked like he had been pretty roughed up already. Two men were looming over him, with each of them pointing a knife at him.

“Come on, this can’t be all you’ve got,” one of the men grabbed the victim by his hair and forced him to stand.

“N-no! I’m telling the truth! I really don’t have anything on me, I barely had enough to buy food this week. P-please I’m begging you!”

“Ah shut up already! You’re making too much noise,” the knife wielder was ready to take another swing.

I had seen enough. The air around me suddenly grew cold in response to my mana. I pointed a finger toward the crook and sent a ball of frost directly toward his armed hand. On impact, it melded into his hand and engulfed it completely, before rapidly expanding. In the blink of an eye, his hand and forearm were completely encased in ice.

“Grahhh!!” he screamed as he fell over, “What the fuck! What the hell is this!” He tried tugging at the layers of ice that had encased his arm with his free hand. He jerked his face up toward where the attack had come from, as did the other two men.

“Give up, before I freeze the rest of your limbs off,” I warned them. I was not in the mood after having my dinner plans ruined by these idiots. Normally, I was supposed to announce myself as a Guard and declare their formal arrest, but today I didn’t have the patience.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!” the other criminal decided to charge at me next. It was so easy to read, I almost felt bad for him. Still, he was holding a knife, so he was dangerous enough to warrant some force.

As he got close enough, he spun his knife toward me, aiming for my neck.

A little excessive, don’t you think?

He smirked, as he assumed that surprise attack would have caught me off guard.

Unfortunately for him.

Clang

His knife was sent flying at the last moment and fell to the floor. He looked up in disbelief at the ice blade that had disarmed him.

I’m not one to make ice constructs to fight small time criminals, but again, I was in a sour mood. I created one of my favorite weapons, my ice blade, to knock his knife from his hand. One was enough. Well, to be honest, I could have just taken him out without magic, but I needed something to make up for tonight.

“What the—” he barely got the words out before I grabbed him by his shirt and pointed the end of my ice blade at his neck.

“All done, already?” I traced the blade down from his neck and made a small incision from the top of his shirt, going down his chest, demonstrating the sharpness of the ice.

“M-mercy! Please!”

“Well, since you did say please,” I smirked and dissipated the blade back into small crystals that quickly vanished into the air. In his shaky state, it took just a small push to knock him onto the floor. With a wave of my hand, a layer of frost began to rapidly encase his hands and feet that were touching the floor.

“It’s just a precaution, so you don’t try to do anything else stupid,” I knelt on the floor in front of him, “Now behave while I call for someone to take you two in. And an ambulance for that guy.”

The victim also seemed a little shaken up by what was going on, so I had to assure him I was on his side at least. He didn’t seem to be in imminent danger, so it looked like things were about done here.

“You bastard,” he cursed at me, wanting to hold onto a bit of his pride.

I don’t hate people who have some fight in them sometimes.

“Really? I can make the call later, and we can go for another round if you’d prefer.”

Art: @/hisknn

#Kalecia #JaeVerse #first person pov playing around

[taintedevesayori]

Tainted Eve Chapter Three

((Two chapters in one day...

DBL is a game with mature themes, so reader beware. Sayo does go through abuse from members of the church, so please do not read if that will negatively affect you.))

Sayo’s plan was working perfectly. The days continued to pass by and she hadn’t been approached by the Mukami brothers again. She had certainly seen them lurking around, as if they were waiting for an opportune moment. They were studying her as well, although she was only vaguely aware of that. But she was always with Kisa before school now that Ryoko was giving her a ride, and with her friends after school. They had been leaving together all week, so there were no openings then either. And now it was Friday. Once she got through the day, she could proudly say she got through the week with no consequences. 

“It’s finally Friday!” Kisa exclaimed as the two headed to their classrooms.

“It’s about time,” Sayo grinned. “I feel like this week has gone on much longer than it actually did.”

“No kidding,” she laughed. “I’ve been going crazy waiting for today!”

“Nona wasn’t there earlier,” Sayo said, referring to when she got to Kisa’s house. “Is she coming later tonight?”

“Yeah, they had to wait until Usui got off work, so they should be making the drive right about now. It’s too bad they’ll all be asleep by the time I get home.”

“You’ll get to see plenty of them tomorrow and Sunday, though.”

“It’s definitely gonna be hectic,” Kisa laughed. “The boys are super excited to see her and the new twins. Those two are so cute. I can’t wait to hold them.”

“You’re so good with kids, Kisa.”

“Think so? I’ve always thought Nona was better with them.”

“You learned from a great teacher then,” Sayo pointed out. 

“I’ve never thought about it that way!” she exclaimed, both surprised and thrilled by the idea. 

Sayo couldn’t help but laugh…but her good mood was soon cut short. Someone was running after them, calling out for them to wait. There was no way to mistake that voice…

Kisa glanced back to see if that person was talking to them, but stopped and grabbed onto Sayo’s arm in shock when she saw who it was.

“No way!”

Sayo wanted to pull Kisa along so she could ignore it and keep going. Her plan was going so well. Why did this have to happen now? This could be ten times worse than being confronted alone.

“Sayo! Look!” 

As much as she wanted to say a bunch of curses, she held her tongue as she turned to look. Sure enough, Kou was the one chasing after them, waving as if they had been facing him. 

“Sayori! Have you been avoiding me?” Kou was sporting a smug grin since he had caught her.

“Vehemently avoiding you,” she decided to be blunt. 

Kisa, along with almost everyone else in the hallway, were watching the exchange in shock. Sayo knew Kisa probably thought she had gotten close to Kou without telling anyone, even though that was very much not the case.

“So mean,” he laughed, unphased as he turned to Kisa. “Do you mind if I steal her for a bit? I’ve been trying to talk to her all week but haven’t been able to.”

“Go ahead!” She exclaimed, snapping out of it. “I’ll see you later, Sayo!”

“Wait!” 

Sayo reached out to stop her, but Kisa was already running down the hall, most likely to gush to Emi and Lei about what just happened. Before she could chase after her, Kou grabbed her wrist, dragging her in the opposite direction.  

“Let me go!” Sayo hissed, but not loud enough to attract even more attention than they already had. 

Kou didn’t respond. She was forced to follow after him in silence until he pushed her into an empty classroom. 

“What do you want?” She crossed her arms over her chest, clearly annoyed. “Can’t you guys take a hint?”

“Did you think you were being smart?” he leaned down towards her, all traces of his usual smile gone. 

“What?” She took a step back.

“You hid behind your friends because you thought we wouldn’t do anything while you were with them. And yet I was still able to get you alone by just asking that girl. We could have done this any time we wanted, but it’s your loss for being so stubborn.”

“My loss? Just what am I losing? No offense but I don’t want to have anything to do with you or your brothers.”

“You don’t have a choice. Did you think you could avoid us forever?”

“This was just plan A until I had a better idea of what you guys were up to. But why are you even interested? What do you have to gain from his plan?”

That was a good question. Power? They were already ten times more well off than they had been as kids. It didn’t seem like an answer she would accept in the first place. But more than that, the brothers were indebted to Karlheinz. How were they supposed to refuse? In a way, Sayo’s will was stronger than theirs for her to fight against that man for over a year.

“What does it matter? We have our reasons,” he shrugged. 

“So you say…but I think you’re being forced into it too. After all, you said you didn’t choose this. I don’t want to play that man’s twisted game. Maybe you won’t get it, but I don’t want to be forced into something for someone else’s entertainment.”

Neither of them thought it was possible, but she managed to throw Kou off guard. He wasn’t sure what to expect from her, but that wasn’t it. There was a strange look on his face. He shouldn’t let this affect him so much. He did know how it felt to be used for entertainment. That wasn’t something he could tell her, though. It didn’t matter. He needed to take her no matter what. 

He had kept silent for too long. From his expression, she could tell something was wrong. Something she said had struck a chord…Was it possible that it was what she thought? Now she was curious. She wanted to know what was going on with him. She would probably regret this….

“Dammit….now I’m kinda worried,” she muttered. “What’s wrong?”

He looked up at her, surprised to hear her say something like that. One of his eyes was glowing red, surprising her as well. All she could do was stare, mesmerized by the strange sight. 

“You aren’t lying…” he muttered before smiling. “Why worry about someone you want to avoid so badly, kitten?”

“Kitten?! Don’t give me weird nicknames!”

“Would you rather I call you Eve?” He laughed.

“No,” she grimaced. “It’s Sayori. Just call me that.”

“But those guys from the other day called you Sayo,” he pouted.

Before she could respond, he stepped closer, whispering in her ear.

“Speaking of that day…you were so cute, singing and dancing with those friends of yours. I would rather see that side of you instead of the hostility.”

“Hey!” She jumped back. “Don’t suddenly do things like that!”

He laughed. “I wish I had tried this before now. Then maybe all this would be easier.”

“Easier…?”

“You had until today to get close to us,” Kou explained. “This would have gone more smoothly if that happened. I only grabbed you to warn you.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “About the consequences since I didn’t? Care to share?”

All he did was smirk before turning to leave the classroom. 

“Wait! Kou!” 

Sayo tried to go after him, but couldn’t spot him anywhere in the hallway. The security she had felt because of how well this week had gone was now replaced by anxiety. What exactly was Kou warning her about? What were they planning? 

She sighed as she headed for her classroom. Kou had pulled her away from Kisa, so she knew she was in for it. Sure enough, Kisa and Emi were waiting with Lei and Rena. 

“Sayo!” Kisa exclaimed with a grin. “What happened?! What was that?!”

Before she could answer, a bunch of the other girls from her class gathered around her, preventing her from going over to her friends. They began battering her with questions. 

“You were with Kou?!”

“Is something going on between you two?!”

“Did he choose you because you’re like him?”

The last question threw her off. In no way was she like him. Surely they knew that.

“Okay, hold on!” She raised her voice to shut them up. “I am not an idol, so no I am not like him. And this is not what you think it is! I’m not even friends with him. He just had something he wanted to ask me.”

“So you really aren’t together?” A couple of the girls asked.

“No way. I’m a normal girl and he’s an idol. That kind of thing only happens in books or movies.”

“You're not exaaaactly normal,” Rena pointed out. “Bitter Step is pretty popular.”

“Being popular at a dance club and being broadcasted on TV are two vastly different things. Someone like him wouldn’t know our band exists.”

Some of the girls were disappointed, while others were relieved. They dispersed since there was nothing more to say. This was the kind of hassle Sayo wanted to avoid. 

“So he really only wanted to ask you something?” Kisa was disappointed. “There’s not anything secret going on between you two?”

“Of course not,” she sat down at her desk. “Like I said, that would only be trouble, like you’ve just seen. I have no interest in Kou’s attention.”

“Always one to avoid trouble,” Lei chuckled.

“I do try my best. Kisa, Emi, you should probably get to class. It’s starting soon.”

“Gotcha,” Kisa nodded. “See you two at Emi’s on Sunday!”

“Yes, see you then,” Emi smiled.

The two headed off to class. Once they were gone, Lei turned to her. “Kisa said he’s been trying to talk to you all week,” she whispered. “You’ve been avoiding him?”

“Of course I have. I knew this sort of thing would happen.”

That wasn’t entirely the truth, but it’s not like she could mention anything about vampires and Adam and Eve. 

“And what about him just asking you a question?”

“Partially true…I don’t really know what he wants from me. But whatever it is, I’m staying away from him.”

“Fair enough. I wouldn’t want to be harassed by his fangirls either.”

If only it was that easy….Something would happen soon. She needed to be ready to fight them off if need be. 

Emi and Kisa had gone straight home after school. Lei had decided to ask if Sayo wanted to stay and hang out for a while, though. She could tell what happened before classes continued to bother Sayo throughout the day, so she wanted to help distract her at the very least. Sayo was grateful for that. Instead of staying in the classroom like usual, the two girls went out to the garden in the back of the school building. 

“Has something been bothering you lately?” Lei asked while they were laying on the grass stargazing. 

Sayo was good at hiding things, but her friends knew her well enough by now to see through that. It was no surprise Lei had noticed. There was no way to completely write Lei off, but she could twist the truth.

“Kind of,” she admitted. “Ayumi and Kizuna are being more annoying than usual. One of the bigshot beneficiaries has been coming around more frequently and putting pressure on them, so they take it out on me. That guy pretty much saved the church from shutting down before I was adopted, so they can’t exactly ignore him.”

“That doesn’t sound very good….I’m sorry they’re taking it out on you. I wish we could do something to stop it…”

“It’s not something you need to worry about. But it really means a lot that you want to help. It’ll be fine. I just have to put up with it until we graduate. Then I’ll finally be able to move out.”

Since they were regular performers now, the band was getting paid by the Minapop dance club. Almost all of Sayo’s share went into savings so that she could move out as fast as possible. She was just biding her time until then. 

“Yeah…we’re getting closer. It’s not super far away.”

“You’re right. So there’s no need to worry,” she grinned. “Those guys are just big bullies. I can handle them.”

Lei couldn’t help but laugh. “Everyone in that church is a big bully. I wonder what people would think of the church if they found out about it.”

“I could easily ruin it when I’m gone,” Sayo’s grin was dark.

“Oooh, they should be worried.”

The two laughed at the thought. They continued to hang around outside for over an hour before Lei decided it was about time she headed home. Sayo continued to drag her feet. Like last week, Karlheinz, or even the Mukami brothers, could be waiting for her at the church, so she was in no rush to get home. Because of that, she told Lei to head out without her. She continued to lay there for about another fifteen minutes before deciding it was boring on her own. If someone was waiting for her, she would just have to sneak to the back door. Once she was locked in her room, everything would be fine. 

Now that Lei was gone, she was on edge again. That feeling had been coming and going throughout the day because of her interaction with Kou. She shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was to see someone intercepting her when she reached the main path that led to the school gates. 

“Eve. Awaken.”

It was Ruki standing in her way.

“Eve, we have come to obtain you.”

“To do what now?” She was dumbfounded by his word choice.

“Your time limit is up. You didn’t approach us, so we now have to take you.”

“Excuse me?!” She glared. “Like hell you are! I’ve made it very clear that I am not Eve, and can never be Eve. Yui is the one you’re looking for!”

“You are the original Eve,” he ignored the outburst. “Whether you desire it or not, you will fulfill that role. You do not have a choice.”

“I don’t have a choice because some man said so? Give me a break. I’m not property. I won’t be handed over to you just because that man wants me to be a part of his sick game!”

“I can’t see why he would want to put up with someone as untrained as you,” Ruki sighed. “But unless you choose for yourself, I have no objections. Let me give you some advice. He may be better about it now, but he has never been good with his emotions. Keep that in mind.”

“What the hell are you even talking about…?” She muttered as she backed away. 

He was basically saying they were going to kidnap her, so Sayo was already on her guard. She was ready for it when Yuma and Azusa were suddenly on either side of her. The only place to go was back the way she came. If she was going to run, it had to be now. Yuma reached out to grab her, but she managed to dodge as she ran. It wasn’t conventional, but there was another way out of the school. She could hop the fence at the edge of the property. Once she got to the street and was visible to other people, would they still be willing to follow her? 

“Go after her,” Ruki ordered.

“You cannot run, Eve. This is your fate.”

It is not! It never will be! Just shut the hell up!

She didn’t look it, but Sayo was actually a pretty fast runner. Sure, they were vampires, but there were still ways to avoid them. She knew that from her experience with Karlheinz. As she neared the fence, it became her sole focus. If she hesitated or fell, that would be it. That would give them the time they needed to catch her. 

“So close…” 

She was so focused that she didn’t notice the movement in front of her until it was too late. Her body crashed right into something, sending her falling backwards.

“It isn’t nice to run into people, Sayori,” a playful voice said. 

Her head was pounding. She had hit the concrete pretty hard. Still, she managed to look up at him as he was leaning down towards her. How could she have been so stupid? Why hadn’t she realized Kou was missing?

Sayo tried to get back on her feet so she could run but didn’t make it very far. Everything was spinning. She knew she needed to get away, but before she knew it, her body began to keel over. However, she was caught mid fall. 

 “Looks like you’re pretty dizzy,” Kou said. “You shouldn’t move like that after hitting your head, you know? Just rest, I’ll make sure you get home.”

“No!” She forced her elbow against his chest, knocking him away.

Her feet stumbled backwards, but she didn’t fall over, so that was a plus. Still, her vision was a bit blurry. This wasn’t good. 

“Were your brothers just chasing me so I would run to you?” She glared.

He grinned despite that. “You really should have been more careful. I even warned you, didn’t I? If you had left with your friend we wouldn’t have gotten this chance, but you made it too easy. I was hoping this would be a little more fun.”

“Dammit…” she muttered, slowly backing away.

“Eve…You must find your Adam.”

No! No! No!

So Ruki must have been referring to Kou earlier. If she went back to the main path, would they be waiting there? Could she get around him? Even if she managed to, she was in no condition to jump the fence now. What could she do?

Standing there thinking for too long wouldn’t be good, so she flipped around, running the way she came. There were little paths that led through the garden. It took longer than using the main path, but if she could get through one, she could still escape. The problem was, she had slowed considerably. 

Kou’s arms were around her after only a minute or two. Sayo struggled, trying everything to get out of his grip. His arms were wrapped around her waist and chest. Even with her own arms loose, she couldn’t pry him off. 

“Still fighting?” She couldn’t see his face but it sounded like he was enjoying this. “What happened to how you were calling out for me earlier?”

She managed to twist her body enough to elbow him in the chest again, pushing him away. But she lost her balance, making the world spin around her. She could only manage to stumble forward a couple of steps before falling. Her arms caught her, preventing her from hitting her head again, but they couldn’t support her weight for long. Tears filled her eyes. This was it….

“Just when I thought…that it seemed like you might know how I felt…” she mumbled. “And maybe that meant you weren’t like those twisted Sakamakis….but…”

He leaned down, pulling her over so she was leaning on his lap. Through her blurry vision, she caught the smile on his face…one that seemed genuinely happy. As her vision went dark, she could feel herself being lifted up.

“Go on and rest, Sayo.”

He was saying something else, but she couldn’t make out what. 

“Sleep, Eve.”

How could she let this happen? She thought she would be able to escape…

<- Chapter Two - Chapter Four ->

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[transboytwelve]

Kiss writing prompt ☺️

Thasmin. #23. But it's not actual food or dessert. 13 had just eaten some soil...

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#23: a kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating (dirt)

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Yaz absolutely refuses to kiss the Doctor until she’s brushed her teeth. After one too many times of tasting some sort of alien residue (and one time of getting sick because of said residue), she’s made the rule that the Doctor must brush her teeth for at least thirty seconds before kissing her.

And of course, the Doctor forgets. Like, every time.

“Absolutely not,” Yaz says, pushing the blonde away with a hand on her cheek. The Doctor’s got her lips pursed but they slowly turn into a frown when she realizes Yaz is serious.

“But I haven’t even eaten anything weird yet today!” she says frustratedly. “Biscuits and tea. You drink tea!”

“You licked the door of the tardis when we walked in, remember?”

The Doctor, obviously not having remembered but still sticking to her guns, says, “Okay, but the tardis isn’t dirty, Yaz. She’s home.” She smiles after, giving a fond look around at her ship. Yaz definitely feels like a third wheel.

Yaz crosses her arms, unconvinced. “Doctor, you licked the outside of her door.”

The Doctor frowns again. Her shoulders sag. “I just needed to know where she’d been while we were gone. She looked different.”

At Yaz’s lack of answer and raise of her brow (which is an answer in and of itself), the Doctor sighs loudly and dramatically and turns on her heel towards the hall. “Fiiiiine,” she groans, dragging her feet every step of the way like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “I don’t know why you have such a thing about tasting aliens. It’s not like you haven’t tasted me enough times.”

“Oi, keep it up and I won’t let you kiss me at all,” Yaz calls after her.

The resulting run from the Doctor as she quickly hurries to brush her teeth is enough to make Yaz chuckle fondly.

It’s been a busy day, to say the least. Stopping a revolution, then helping the revolution overthrow an unjust government, well, to say Yaz is spent is an understatement. All she wants right now is a shower, a hot cuppa (maybe drank in the shower), and to settle into bed for a long needed rest.

The Doctor hasn’t slept in god knows how long — even longer than Yaz herself. Yaz was forced into a cot sometime in the early morning hours by a sweet kid no older than Sonya, but the Doctor had stayed up the entire night and well into the next day with the leaders, figuring out a good plan with the least amount of casualties (none, actually). Yaz has no idea how she’s still standing, let alone chatting on without pause as they pilot the tardis into the time vortex for the night.

“— and I said, ‘well, that’s bloody mad,’ y’know? Cos it was — it absolutely wasn’t gonna work — but then I were thinkin’ about it for a minute and realized, maybe dinosaurs do like beef jerky! Turns out they do, and she was right, but in that body I wasn’t too keen on saying those words, especially to Clara.” the Doctor finally pulls the lever to park the tardis, then looks over at Yaz with a grin on her face. “So whaddya say? You wanna see some dinosaurs?”

Even the thought of going anywhere or doing anything else today has Yaz’s bones aching. Her body begs for a full nights sleep, or even just some rest. Some horizontal rest, where she doesn’t have to stand on hard dirt or run through rugged terrain or dart down hallways with a hand pulling her along.

“Not tonight,” she says. The Doctor doesn’t seem dejected, at least. Sort of like she’d expected it. Maybe she’s getting slightly better at understanding human limits. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stand much longer, let alone go on an entire other trip.”

The Doctor nods, and a bit of dirt falls from her jacket. She needs a wash too, apparently. “Okay! Going to sleep then?”

“Yeah, you comin’ too?”

The Doctor shrugs, waves a hand vaguely, says, “Ah, maybe sometime. If I find the time. Got a lot of things to do round here. Haven’t been keeping up with maintenance like I should be.” The tardis makes a noise and the Doctor frowns. “You’re fine,” she yells at the ceiling. “It’s not like I’ve let you break down recently! And I changed the oil!”

Yaz rolls her eyes — honestly, sometimes it’s like living with an old married couple. She drags her feet over to where the Doctor stands and reaches out, brushing her fingers against her coat before her hand slides under and touches the soft shirt over her waist. As soon as she feels the Doctor, the stress from the past few days starts to melt away. There’s a sudden calmness that takes over as she steps closer. As if nothing else matters but the moment they’re together, right here, in this time and space.

Her fingers play with the right suspender strap, tugging at it, running her thumb over the leather. When she looks up, the Doctor’s already staring at her, lips slightly parted. She’s so easy to work up and Yaz revels in it.

“Well, if you get bored, you know where to find me,” Yaz says quietly. One of her hands settles on the Doctor’s chest, right over her one of her hearts. She can feel it beat hard under her palm and the slight pick up of it makes her smile. Like she said, easy.

“Absolutely will remember that,” the Doctor says in more of a breath than voice. Her eyes dart down in an obvious sign that Yaz has come to love. It’s nice that the Doctor doesn’t try to hide her feelings anymore. Yaz doesn’t feel like she’s playing mental gymnastics, and the easy read of the Doctor’s face means her insecurities never get a chance to get the better of her.

“After I take my shower,” Yaz adds.

The Doctor’s eyes light up. “Or I could join—“

Yaz grins, tugs on her suspender strap once more, and now they’re flush against each other, barely a hairs width apart. “Cheeky.”

The Doctor grins. “Only the best for you.”

She’s never going to get over the sharp gasp the Doctor gives right before they kiss, every time they do it. It’s like she can’t believe it’s really happening. Yaz thinks it’s so endearing, and she herself has wanted to gasp sometimes at the sudden realization that she can do this, whenever she wants. The knowledge that the Doctor kisses her without restraint really does something to her.

She’s never going to get over kissing the Doctor, but she is getting sick and tired of tasting dirt in the Time Lord’s mouth.

She pulls away and makes a face, tongue stuck out as the taste clings to her tastebuds.

“What did you eat?” she asks, trying to create enough saliva in her mouth to wash it away.

The Doctor looks dazed and confused for a second, and then just confused. She smacks her lips a few times, swirls her tongue over the inside of her own cheeks, and then her eyes widen.

“Oh.”

Yaz grimaces because the taste won’t leave her mouth. She is definitely going to need to brush her teeth before she takes a shower.

“It were just a little taste! I needed to know how dry the soil was!”

“Right.” Yaz pulls away, the spell between them broken. “And you couldn’t do that by, I dunno, sticking your finger in it?”

The Doctor is the one that makes a face now, like Yaz has said the stupidest thing she’s ever heard. “Of course not, Yaz. I needed a good taste to know the water content. Maybe it was special soil that looked dry and felt dry, but was really holding water somewhere inside. How would I know all that by sticking my finger in it?”

Yaz raises a brow. “And was it?”

The Doctor huffs. “That’s not the point,” she says gruffly.

“Right,” Yaz says, starting for the hall. “I’m taking a shower and going to bed. Don’t join me unless you’ve brushed your teeth first — and your tongue!”

She hears the Doctor grumble behind her but begrudgingly follow after and into the bathroom where she turns on the tap to wet her toothbrush.

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[sukirichi]

not shy

megumi was not shy around his crush — and that’s a fucking lie.

request: shy megumi who is really flustered around his crush + his friends and gojo-sensei helping him confess

note: this is fluff and a semi crack fic too LOL i hope you guys enjoy this, i had a lot of fun with this one! unedited too, as usual!

word count: 4.5k

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playlist made by the lovely @savantsoulfinder​ thank you so much! 

“Yo, Megumi-kun, can you take—” Satoru halted in his steps, following the trail of sight that his dark-haired student seemed to be so enamoured in to not even notice his teacher walk his way. “What are you staring at?” when his gaze landed on you, head thrown back in laughter and slapping Panda’s arm over Yuuji’s joke, Satoru’s eyes beamed even under the blindfold. “Oh? You like Y/N?”

Upon hearing your name, Megumi immediately snapped back to life. He scoffed and turned away from you, scowling to himself with his arms crossed against his chest. “No, I don’t. I don’t like anyone.” So defensive.

“Is that so?” Satoru teased while biting back his laughter, “Guess you won’t mind if I call her then. Hey, Y/N!”

“Gojo-sensei, what’re you doing?!” Megumi grabbed his teacher’s sleeve, whisper-hissing and cursing under his breath when Satoru caught your attention. You waved at them both, skipping until you were getting impossibly closer and closer and closer.

“Well, I don’t want you to carry these all alone. You’re gonna need some help.”

“I’m perfectly fine – h-hi.”

Shit, you were now here. You smiled up at him, hands folded below your bottom before tipping your head to the side, looking under Megumi’s ducked head to see his face. “Hey there, Megumi! Looking cute today,” you winked, causing the poor boy to blush madly. You never noticed, though, your attention now taken by your teacher turning red as he stopped his laughter. “Gojo-sensei! You called me?”

“Oh yeah, you’re just right on time. I was going to ask Megumi here to bring these books all back to my office but it’s probably too heavy for him so I asked—”

“It’s not heavy,” Megumi took the books that Satoru placed in your welcoming arms, the slightest touch sending jolts of electricity down his spine. He pulled away and clutched the books closer to himself at the sudden buzz, narrowing his eyes at his teacher who obviously couldn’t mind his own business. “I can carry it by myself.”

“I still wanna help, and I really don’t mind. Plus, I haven’t talked to you in a long time. I actually kind of feel like you’re avoiding me,” you pouted, and that simple gesture had Megumi feeling like he was sinking deeper into the ground.

He was ready for the whole world to swallow him up.

Satoru took pleasure in Megumi’s reddish ears and clenched jaw, cupping his own jaw with his hands as if to mock. “Aw, Megumi, why would you avoid precious Y/N? Did she do something wrong to you?”

“No, she didn’t.”

“Well, if there’s nothing wrong, you two better scoot before you get late to your other class!”

“Alright, see you around, Gojo-sensei!” Shit, why were you such a good girl? Now he was stuck with you, and Megumi huffed while hesitantly sharing the books with him. You walked close enough to him that he caught a slight whiff of your shampoo, the scent clouding over his usually sharp mind. Now, though, Megumi could barely recognize the hallways he walked on, relying only on you to lead the way. “So...how’ve you been?”

“Fine.”

“How about your studies? We have an exam next week – maybe you want to study together? Inumaki-senpai and I were supposed to have a study group with the others but everyone just wants to study by themselves,” you turned to him with a small smile, “I do better when I’m with someone though.”

Megumi managed to give you a split second glance before he darted his eyes back in front of him again, swallowing audibly because he couldn’t understand why you had to look so pretty smiling like that.

His palms grew sweaty with each passing second, and he grimaced at the uncomfortably feeling of his collar getting sticky. “Uh, wh-where would we study? We don’t have a library or anything.”

“The training grounds is refreshing, but I’d like it to do it better in my room.”

“Do what?” Megumi halted in his steps, his eyes blown wide at your words.

“Study, of course. What else?”

He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be worried that you frowned in confusion, almost as if you didn’t understand the weight of your words. But then again, you’d always been so damn oblivious that it made sense. Megumi shook his head, continuing on to the teacher’s office before remembering he still lost his sense of direction, so he bit his lip, obediently following you around like a puppy.

“You shouldn’t just invite anyone to your room, you know.”

Once you both made it to the empty room, you carefully placed the books down on Satoru’s desk. He raised a brow at the extra detail you put into, tongue peeking out from the edges of your lips as you made sure all of them were placed together neatly.

Satisfied with your work, you clapped your hands and turned to him.

“I’m not. You’re not just anyone to me, Megumi,” Suddenly, you leaned over him, his mind screaming at him when your lips lowered down to his neck. Megumi’s spine stiffened so quick he might as well be a flat board, his chin pressed to his neck when he felt your teeth graze his exposed skin for a moment. “There’s a loose thread,” you showed him a small thread with a small smile, which fell as fast when you saw Megumi standing uncomfortably straight. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to invade your personal space like that!” “I’m a little weird, aren’t I? That would explain why you’ve been avoiding me. Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that...it’s just...”

“Just what?”

His mind blanked. Ask him anything about curses or their history and pretty much anything – he’d be able to answer – but not this. They didn’t teach this in the books and out of frantic nervousness, Megumi ended up spewing the first thing he could think of, his brows drawn together that only added to his intimidating look.

“I’m just annoyed that you scored higher than me on the previous exam.”

“Oh,” you fell for it, snapping your fingers together as you laughed. Somehow, the sound of your melodious laughter had his shoulders easing from the tension, the smallest of smiles hinting at the edge of his lips. Gosh, he was so whipped for you. “Was that really it? I thought you were avoiding me for something serious! Well, how about this, let’s study together and let’s see who’s the smarter one. The loser will get tickled to death!”

“I haven’t even agreed to that condition yet.”

“Okay, what do you want if you win?”

Megumi blushed as he blurted out, “You.”

Before he could regret what he just said, you scrunched your nose and pointed to yourself. “Me what? You want me to do something? You want me to buy you ice cream or—”

“Never mind,” he mumbled behind his palm that was now covering his mouth, refusing to show you that he actually wanted to laugh at how naive you could be. Not that he was complaining; it saved him great pain that you could never know his feelings for you. “I’ll ask for it when I’m sure I’ll win.”

“Ah, not a man of uncalculated risks, I see,” you ruffled his hair, the poor boy stiffening up again under your touch. “This is why I like you so much. You’re so thoughtful.”

“Please don’t touch my hair.”

Megumi was complaining, his shoulders raised beside his ears while he scowled at you, but the way a small, almost inaudible purr left his lips said otherwise. He didn’t want you touching his hair – only because he was shy and it would be the death of him if you saw how easily flustered he was around you.

Thankfully, you showered mercy upon him, raising your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, we should go back to class now.”

Megumi sighed in relief, content for now to walk you all the way back to class as you talked about your day. He wasn’t actually listening, but a stupid smile was there on his face, anyway. He likened the sound of your voice to those of birds chirping and sunshine waking – and he felt like he was the fresh earth you always kissed.

“You’re going to burn a hole in her if you keep staring at her like that.”

“Shut up,” Megumi averted his eyes away from you, stabbing his yogurt with his plastic fork. A part of him felt annoyed that you just had to look so pretty today, your bright voice filling in the cafeteria that put his constant sour mood to shame. The stark difference between you two made Megumi sigh in his seat, abandoning his fork as he leaned back. There was no way you’d like him back. “I wasn’t looking at anyone.”

“Ugh, why are boys so creepy? Staring at Y/N like that, ew.”

Yuuji ignored Nobara’s comment, and for once, Megumi let it slide when Nobara stealed his untouched yogurt. “Why don’t you just tell her you like her? She’s literally the sweetest person ever – the chances of her turning you down are low!”

Nobara snorted, “Yeah, but if the sweetest girl in school rejects you, that’s really humiliating. That would mean she likes everyone but you.”

Satoru popped out of nowhere – that stupid blindfolded bastard who started all this – his arms looped around Yuuji’s neck whose entire face illuminated at having his favourite teacher around. “I think the scary-looking Megumi-chan is actually just too shy to be confess,” he wiggled his eyebrows, pointing a finger fun to Megumi’s deadly narrowed gaze. “Can you believe it? My dark, brooding student is hopelessly in love with the cute, sunshine girl next door that he’s so scared around her? Isn’t that so adorable—”

“Everyone shut up!” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I’m not scared of anyone or anything.”

“Then tell her you like her.”

“Fine, I will.”

“I bet you ten dollars he won’t do it,” Satoru whispered, the two students who shared one brain cell beside him nodding eagerly.

“I said I will!”

“Good morning, Megumi! Come in, come in,” you ushered him in once he stood frozen at your door, his hands now awkwardly clutching his own notes. “You can take a seat on the bed.”

Megumi wasn’t nervous of the fact this was his first time visiting a girl’s room, but rather because it was yours, and each part of your room resembled you greatly. From the organized and clean space, but the noticeable adorable little trinkets and polaroids of you with everyone sticking on the wall, he could feel your entire soul living in that room. When his eyes landed on an old photo of you holding up the peace sign and noticed for the first time he was standing in the background, unaware he was captured in the frame, Megumi inhaled sharply.

Had you pretended to take a selfie just to see him there?

No, he shook his head, there was just no way. He really couldn’t ponder about it long enough because you’d dragged him by the sleeve until he was sitting right next to you, the fresh scent of your body wash making him feel stunningly warm inside his clothes even when the windows were open.

The whole time, Megumi couldn’t absorb a single thing you were saying.

He was just too distracted by everything about you – the way your lips moved when you spoke, how you’d tuck back a stray hair behind your ear, even to the way your mouth would form an ‘o’ shape as you learned something new. No, he couldn’t focus at all.

Megumi has lost count of the times he’d wiped his shaky, sweaty palms on the pads of his sweatpants, hitching his breath every time you leaned close to him to glance at his notes.

At this rate, he’d be the loser in your little competition. It was just impossible for him to focus on anything else.

“Megumi?” you waved your hands in front of him. When it wasn’t enough to get his attention, you resorted to flicking his forehead and he yelped, rubbing at the sore spot. He faced you, a complaint ready to be spoken when his eyes widened at the sudden lack of proximity, your nose booping against his. “Hello, Megumi? I’ve asked you the same question twice now and you haven’t answered yet.”

As nicely as he could, he pushed your face away, his heart thumping loudly when you laughed as you went back to your own space. “Sorry, could you repeat that? I wasn’t really listening.”

“Yeah, I can tell, you were just staring at me the whole time,” you held your phone up in front of your face, checking your reflection on the screen on different angles. He watched, enchanted by how gorgeous you looked no matter what side. “Is there something on my face...? I’ve been checking non-stop and I don’t see anything weird.”

Megumi swallowed nervously, “There’s nothing wrong with your face. I just can’t focus. You’re too close and I-I can smell you.”

“Do I smell bad?!”

“No, you don’t! You smell really sweet!”

“Aw, thanks! You smell sexy too,” you winked at him, wiggling your shoulders as if to share your scent with him. Megumi’s eyes widened when your shoulder rubbed against his, and he recoiled, arm placed over his nose to hide his emotions that were a train wreck right now.

“Sexy?” he spluttered, “Why would you say – me – sexy? You’re so weird, Y/N. You shouldn’t say stuff like that.”

You patted his thigh in a manner that should be comforting, but the teasing smile on your face only had him wanting to jump out the window even more. Then, you stood up and stretched the material of your shirt riding up until he caught sight of your navel. Megumi turned away and closed his eyes, cheeks trapped between his teeth. “We should take a break. Treat’s on me – where do you want to go?”

“Err,” he scratched the back of his head.

“Oh, don’t look too worried, it’s a weekend. Plus, Gojo-Sensei isn’t around to bother us or something.”

“You...you want to go out...” he drawled out slowly, tentatively, surely – just to make sure that he was hearing it right. “...with me?”

“Yeah, I did just ask where you want to go.”

“Oh,” Megumi nodded with a blank face. Then, your words sank in, and he folded his knees to his chest to hide his face and his sickly sweet smile, the butterflies in his stomach progressing into a fucking zoo. “Oh.”

“Are you sick? You’re so red,” your palm connected with his heated forehead, “Megumi, you’re burning! Should I take you to Ieri-san?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” he pushed your hand away, still repudiating to look you in the eye. He just couldn’t, not when you were too inquisitive and he could easily give a dead clue before he got the chance to properly confess. “I mean, I don’t really have a certain place in mind. I’ll go wherever you want to go.”

He should’ve noticed it then – the mischievous glint in your eye that told him you weren’t up to no good. But because his knees always weakened around you, Megumi agreed way too eagerly than he’d like. “Just make sure you don’t regret it, okay? There’s something I’ve always been wanting to try but I never got the chance to and no one wanted to go with me, so you’ll be my willing victim!” And so, half an hour later, Megumi’s jaw dropped as the chill of the arena nipped at his skin. You didn’t even tell him to bring a jacket. “Ta-da!”

“Ice skating?”

You nodded happily, dragging him all the way to the shoe fittings. “It’s going to be fun, come on!”

“But I don’t know how to.”

“Neither do I!” Megumi wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know how to. No matter how much he tried so hard to learn, he just couldn’t balance himself. The sound of your laughter that let him know you enjoyed this way too much reached his ears as he glared at the ice, his ears red either from the cold or the humiliation of being an utter failure in front of you, of all people! “Need some help there, buddy?”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking. And no, I can do this by myself.”

You masked your chuckle with a snicker, squatting to watch as he struggled to heave himself up back to his feet. “Really? You’ve fallen like, a hundred times now.”

“Shut up. Humans aren’t naturally supposed to do this anyway. We don’t have a human instinct to be upright – whoa!” Megumi slipped again from the ice, this time knocking you down with him. Instead of it being romantic where you two ended up gazing at each other with love in your eyes, your eyes widened into saucers as his elbow landed into your belly, crushing the wind out of your body.

“Ow!”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to – ugh, this is why I said it was a bad idea!”

All the way back home, Megumi was still entirely convinced it was a bad idea. You were limping beside him, having to use his bicep as a crutch with your head resting on his shoulder. You and your stupid ideas, really, now you were injured and sprained your ankle from the fall. Instead of worrying about your own safety, you only slapped your knee in laughter as the medics fixed you up, still in disbelief that Megumi had fallen a lot of times yet came out unscathed.

“Megumi~ are you still mad at me? Why won’t you talk to me?” you pouted, squeezing his bicep to get his attention.

“It’s because I told you it was dangerous. Look at you – your knees are all scraped and your legs are all wobbly. We’ve still got a long way back home.”

“Maybe you should carry me then.”

“C-carry you?”

“Yeah, so I don’t fall,” you snorted, pointing to your shoeless ankle covered in bandages. “I mean, it was your fault I’m injured. If you hadn’t fallen for me, then this wouldn’t have happened.”

Fallen for you? Did you know that he – ? Megumi’s head snapped to yours so hard he nearly had whiplash, but the only thing he could focus on was the pounding of drums within his chest. “F-fall? How did you know?”

“Megumi, you literally fell on top of me. Don’t think I’ve forgotten already.”

That had him blinking back, his face flattening into a blank expression. Then, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stopped in his tracks. “Sometimes I forget you’re terribly naive.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Now get on,” With burning cheeks and a heart that fluttered way too much than what was considered healthy, Megumi squatted down to the ground, patting his back with a groan. You less than jumped into his arms, a little too excited to get a piggyback ride and Megumi expressed his faux distress with a groan. You only pinched his ear and told him to pay you back for your injuries, which made him complain again.

In the end, he was just happy you couldn’t see how much he struggled to hide his smile then, for if you saw it, you’d surely believe he was crazy.

Or so he thought. By the time you’d gotten back to the dorms, you were long passed out on his back. There was a small patch of drool on the back of his shirt and he shuddered, then wiped it away by whispering to himself, it’s okay – as long as it’s you.

Padding back to the dorms wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be, considering everyone was almost asleep or out to the city as well.

Megumi gently laid you down on the bed, wrapping the blanket around you and making sure your head was comfortable on the pillow. He stayed there for a solid minute, just staring and memorizing your pretty features until he felt confident he could draw it upon memory. Not wanting to be creepy though, he cleared his throat, about to leave the room when your fingers tugged at his wrist.

“Megumi,” you moaned sleepily, “Don’t go. It’s too cold.”

“I’ll get you another blanket.”

“No, stay,” you whined, patting the space next to you. “Please?”

“To sleep here with you?” he asked, baffled and at the same time elated. The last thing he wanted to be was a pervert and he’d never outright admit that his thoughts of you hadn’t always been giggles and rainbows, but he pushed those down, reminding himself that this is you – he respected you above all else. His self restraint slowly thinned though, whatnot with you pouting up at him like that.

Megumi groaned and took off his shoes anyway, planting himself beside you. “This is insane. I think I’m losing my mind,” he muttered to himself. “Move over and make space for me,” you obediently followed his command, using his bicep as a pillow while your cheek squished against his chest. He wondered how you weren’t bothered by his heart’s beating, or maybe it soothed you to sleep because you were falling deeper and deeper asleep, burying yourself in his arms. “God, this is so uncomfortable. I feel like I’m crushing you—”

“So warm,” you cut him off, his mind turning completely mental as he felt your lips pad over his chin. “Goodnight, Megumi.”

How did you expect him to sleep now?

But as soon as you’d settled and only your stabled breathing could be heard from the room, Megumi’s eyes began to droop as well, and it didn’t take long before his arms relaxed around you, lazily pulling the covers up to cover the both of you.

He’ll tell you another time.

“MEGUMI!” you pushed through everyone and showed him your paper, the bold red mark of 100 glaring back at him. Before he could respond, you stole his test paper from him, laughing at the sad 98 that showed. “Ah, I won!” In the blink of an eye, you’d tackled him to the ground, your knees keeping his legs locked underneath you, test papers flying around the field. Your hands were relentless and brutal as it ran and poked up his sides, eliciting squeaky little gasps from him.

“Stop, stop!” Megumi doubled over in laughter, keeping his feet flat on the ground to prevent himself from accidentally kneeing you. He’d hurt you enough during the ice skating dilemma – he didn’t want to cause you anymore injuries. “No, stop!”

“I won, Megumi, I won! Face the tickle monster!”

“I said stop or else!” he warned, completely aware that he wasn’t as threatening or serious as he wanted to be when tears leaked from his eyes, his laughter embarrassingly giggly and high pitched.

“Or what, loser?”

“I’ll kiss you until you shut up!”

“That’s adorable, but let’s see you try!” you kept tickling his sides, the both of you completely oblivious that the rest of your classmates – your teacher who was more than supportive of this pairing included – were hiding behind a bush, their phones whipped out to capture each second of this moment. “Loser!”

As you mocked him one more time that you wouldn’t stop tickling “losers,” Megumi had to draw the line. Using all his strength, he flipped you over until you were underneath him, the sheer force of the impact keeping you nestled between his arms.

Both of you were panting, but this time his breath was taken away from how beautiful you looked under him like that. Such innocent eyes staring back up at him, but don’t think for a moment he didn’t notice how your eyes trailed over his lips. He knew – because he was doing the same, his grip subconsciously gripping harder at your wrists. If he leaned down...

“This is taking too long!” someone whined from behind the bushes, tips of white hair peaking from the plant. “Just kiss her already!”

Both of you turned at the source of the voice, simultaneously shouting, “Gojo-sensei?!”

“Don’t be shy, Megumi-kun! Just tell her already or I’ll tell her myself.”

“Tell me what?”

Now that your face was peering up at him, he knew he was trapped. Cornered. Megumi closed his eyes, hands trembling and losing their grip around you as he was confronted by the situation. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” he fumbled over his words, “But I...I actually—”

“Boring! What kind of confession is this? Say it louder and clearer or she won’t be impressed! Is that how a man does it, Megumi-kun? You can do better—”

“All of you, shut the fuck up!” he roared to his peers who only cackled around the bushes, Yuuji and Gojo-sensei doubling over in laughter while Toge bit his collar to stop the gleeful sounds leaving his mouth. Irritation and humiliation bubbling up in his chest, Megumi finally found the courage to confess. “I like you, okay? I’ve always had a crush—”

You sat up to wrap your arms around his neck, silencing him with a sloppy kiss. At first, your lips kissed the edges of his mouth before Megumi groaned, his large hand clasping the back of your neck to guide you to where he wanted you to be. Smiling through the kiss, you pulled away, rubbing your nose on him affectionately. “Me too, Megumi,” you giggled, “I like you too. Actually, no, I fell in love the moment you almost broke your nose on the ice—” he cut you off by kissing you again, his grip on your waist threatening, “Hey, no fair, I was still confessing!”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ll kiss you to make you shut up,” his confidence had now risen up, all traces of the shy Megumi now gone. “Now tell me that again. Tell me you like me.”

“Okay, but can I get another kiss?”

“You’ll be spoiled rotten.”

“I think I deserve it, don’t you think? I’m pretty cute – you’re lucky you get to kiss—” Megumi tugged you by your collar to slam your lips on his, his teeth nibbling at your lower lip. You tugged at his hair playfully and laughed, slapping his shoulder gently to tap out. “Fine, fine. I like you too!”

“Say it again. Please.”

“Not so shy now, eh, Megumi?” Satoru teased for the final time, and Megumi was so close to bursting a vein in his neck when his teacher showed up from the bushes, sexily posing on the grass as he winked at the both of you.

“SHUT UP!”

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