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So show me | Part 1 | jjk

♡ summary: your boyfriend has always been a fan of PDA, unlike you.

♡ genre: angsty, not really fluffy, a lot of frustration, miscommunication

♡ pairing: boyfriend!jk, frustrated!jk, whipped!jk

♡ warnings: oc is self-conscious, both of them are severely frustrated, not much in this lol, little bit of cursing, y/n is super horny, suggestive content.

♡ WC: 2.5K.

♡ a/n: well hello again! i'm back lol. this is the first part of the "show me" series! i hope you like it <333 this is my first go at angst, and im trying to ease myself into it 😭😭 i have zero clue as to what im doing please help <3

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"That'll be $22.50."

You smile sweetly at the cashier, opening your purse to pay.

Handing over the money with a grin, you thank her.

"Can I get it gift-wrapped, please? That would be great."

Christmas is about a week away, and the holiday vibes are clear as stockings and ornaments hang on every wall of the store. Decorated christmas trees shine with bright colorful lights and the festivity of the shop you're in makes you feel warm on the inside, in addition to the amazing smell of cinnamon.

On that note...why does it smell so good in here?

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday, multiple reasons why. one of the many is spending time with your loved ones...and buying them gifts.

Something about seeing them so happy just makes you feel happier by ten-fold.

The cashier smiles in return before she nods, holding the item as she turns her back to you and starts wrapping.

Meanwhile, you take the time to admire the little details of every single decoration-taking it all in- just when you feel a presence behind you.

Jungkook steps close, engulfing you in a tight embrace and humming softly. You welcome the feeling of security, humming back at his body warmth as he back-hugs you.

"Hey baby."

you giggle. "Hi."

"You done shopping?" He asks from above you, his chin pressing into the tip of your head. He had drifted off earlier on and left you to do your shopping, telling you to call for him if you needed any help.

"Yep. I asked for gift wrapping. Should be done in a few."

"Mmm, good."

Jungkook hums, dipping his head down. he inches towards your neck, resting into the crook of it and humming in a deeper- more suggestive- manner.

The sole sound has you kind of- blushing? Even though your cheeks never got that red, your eyes water and your breath hitches. You call it 'blushing' in your book.

He always does that kind of hum when you're doing a good job pleasing him...stuffing his cock-

His hands that were once wrapped around your arms and trapping you now release, only to circle around your waist instead, this time more intimately.

You love these kinds of moments, though you can't help but notice that the cashier is almost done wrapping your gift.

You find your eyes glued to her movements, almost anxious.

Jungkook's hand inshes dangerously close to your tit, and you grow slightly self-conscious in response, eyes still set strictly on the cashier's hands.

Her seeing you and your boyfriend in this situation would be kind of...awkward?

It's not that you don't appreciate the affection, you've just been more of a private person. Always loved to show love when alone, but never been a fan to do so publicly.

Jungkook, though? If PDA (Public Display of Affection) was a person? It would definitely be him.

Trying to voice out your thoughts, you whisper to him.

"Jungkook."

"Hm?" Again, that oh-so-beautifully-deep hum.

Fuck.

He snuggles his head even deeper into the crook of your neck, making it harder for you to think.

"We're in public."

He raises his head a tad bit, so you can hear him better.

"We're the only people here."

"Still, the employee could find it uncomfortable-"

"Are you uncomfortable?"

You're not.

You love jungkook.

Of course you're not uncomfortable.

You just care about people's opinions...a little too much.

Privacy is your thing, and you've always stuck to it- making sure not to make anybody feel a certain type of-

"Oh."

When you take too long to respond, your bad habit of overthinking the simplist of things pulling you under, jungkook's arms slip and waver.

He stays silent.

Jungkook was never silent.

He completely untangles and detaches himself from you.

"That's not-" You try to explain yourself, but the cashier beats you to it as they turn around and walk over to you.

"Here you go."

You accept the neatly wrapped box and thank her, rushing to leave. Your breath catches in your throat when you see jungkook already through the exit of the store.

You fucked up.

---

Under any other circumstances, you would've welcomed the pitter patter of the rain against the car's surface with wide, open arms.

But instead, you want to shrink; let the world split in half and swallow you whole.

Jungkook hasn't said a single word since you've left that store.

He went straight to his car, waited for you, then directly drove off as soon as you got into the car with him.

Not. A single. Word.

You observe him, taking note of how automatic- distant- his actions are. With one hand on the steering wheel, he rests the other on the armrest as he stares straight ahead. It's like he can feel your gaze burning a hole to the side of his face, but he's numb to the heat. Your eyes beg his own to look, but his are deaf...far; so far away.

You shouldn't have stayed quiet.

Mentally groaning at your stupidity, you lean your head against the window.

The rest of the ride home is silent.

---

"Jungkook."

No answer.

"You can't keep ignoring me like this."

Well, he can.

He proves that to you when he lets the barbell join the floor with a hard thud.

Only a small grunt of triumph escapes him, but otherwise; silence.

He hasn't spoken to you.

He parked the car under your apartment building- in its usual spot- exiting the car and heading to your home.

-silently.

He entered the apartment and left the door open for you, changed into his usual workout attire, and headed into his personal gym.

-silently.

It has been an hour since he's been in here, not sparing any effort to check on you.

You're getting quite frustrated with him. It's just- unreasonable.

He has his reasons for acting this way- you'll give him that- but where'd all the communication go?

You've been with Jungkook for well over a year now, and it feels weird; whatever this is. It hasn't ever happened before, probably because a similar situation has never occured.

You'd always hold hands in public, and it was never a problem for you.

But as a first real relationship...guess you were growing self-conscious about it.

What if they saw?

Will they speak?

Your train of thought cuts off as the sulking man grunts again, this time louder; intended to grasp your attention back to him.

He must've seen you zoning out.

"Enough, Jungkook."

Your words leave a tangy taste on your tongue. You really don't want to argue with him what-so-ever, but this is ridiculous.

he's being ridiculous.

You two could've talked it out to figure what the problem was- you should.

Instead, you're running after a person that keeps looking back to make sure you're still there.

He wants you to feel like you're genuinely being ignored, which is just- again- unreasonable.

Okay, the earlier...incident hurt him a little bit- and maybe a little more than that- that much is evident.

Jungkook merely scoffs at your words,

yet again ignoring you.

Fucking hell,

he's actually pissing you off.

"Giving me the silent treatment?" Your eyes sharpen with challenge, and his own light up with one of their own.

He leaves whatever he was doing to cross his arms and properly stare you down, almost belittling you- no, not almost, he is.

You've always known just how much Jungkook loves a challenge.

"Fine by me." Your smile is so sweet- but it's wrong. It's not the kind of smile he's used to.

And with that, you exit the gym, grab a random book, make yourself a cup of coffee, and prepare yourself for the long night ahead.

---

It's been...two hours.

Two long hours of utter torture.

And you've read a total of five pages.

Dammit.

Instead of reading, you're embarrassed to admit how instensely you've been ogling him for two hours straight.

He's just so hot.

The way he lifts weights like they're nothing.

The way his groans and grunts fill up the quiet space- and the whole entirety of your thoughts, leading them to other, much more sexual, places.

The way those exact sounds resemble the ones he's likely to make during sex.

You can basically feel your underwear sticking to you, your arousal evident.

For the first time since you've sat on this bench, stubbornly so, with your book and cup of coffee, he flicks a gaze over you.

Indifferently.

It makes your blood boil.

Your eyes lock.

his cold,

yours set ablaze by intense emotions of frustration.

You rip your gaze away from him to set it on your book, only to look back up at him two seconds later.

He slings a towel over his shoulder, grabs a bottle of water and unscrews the lid.

gently placing the bottle on his lips, he opens his mouth and chugs a mass of water all at once.

He repeats the motion once...twice... and your eyes are glued to the way his adam's apple bobs.

A thick lump forms in your throat, your breaths quickening. Must be...horniness.

You take the chance to properly look at him;

hair ruffled, body hot, muscles bulged.

Theres a slight sheen of sweat highlighting his neck, and a vein pops out from the way he's angling his neck up.

Your senses heighten.

He sets the bottle down, only to turn to you.

You try your best to hide the hormones.

Your eyes then trail down his neck to his collarbones, and you almost drool.

Scratch that, you're definitely drooling.

He looks fucking divine.

Well, of course.

He always does.

He looks as divine as it feels to love him.

You've always loved Jungkook. You still do. From the moment he waltzed into your heart with no foul intention and swept it off its feet, you knew you were absolutely done for.

Wrecked,

Ruined,

No longer containing any available capacity in your whole being to love anyone else.

Anyone but him. Even saying you love him more than you do yourself wouldn't be over-exaggerating...it would be true.

Call it obsession?

So be it.

A subtle scoff turns your attention back to him; body erect and all guarded up, his body language almost makes you tense up yourself.

You know for a damn straight fact that this is going to lead to an unpleasant conversation- even more so an argument- but whatever it is that's sizzling between you two like static electricity needs to die down.

It was never like this.

Tension,

Frustration,

Miscommunication.

"Bold of you to stare at me like that." His eyes never leave yours a second when he speaks.

He locks his hands behind his neck and rests them on his nape. His forearms bulge, and your eyes physically hurt from how hard they're trying not to gape at him.

Knocking his head back, he stares at you through his lashes with hooded lids and the most beautiful dark eyes.

You would've found the sight quite attractive- you do- but the subtle dig aimed at your staring attracts your attention more.

"Better get used to it, then." You stand, maintaining a protective stance yourself.

You're not angry, or...defensive, thought you might be a little shameless.

You just want this to end. For everything to go back to the way it was.

He smirks.

Your eyes harden.

"Oh yeah?" He lazily strides in your direction, and you cross your arms, almost acting nonchalantly.

Your irritation is evident and so is his, but the tension is so heavy on your shoulders, it makes your muscles tense.

His steps shorten until he's only a few feet away.

Not too close,

Not too far,

Yet feels like hundreds of miles apart.

"Wonder where that's coming from."

"Guess you'll have to find out."

This time, it's you who smirks when a sudden spark of challenge ignites in his irises.

"What i'd like to find out," He lowers his voice, his tone calm; in contrast to the dark storm reflecting the thoughts of his mind through dark, fogged up orbs. "...is what the hell on earth it was that happened today."

You stare at him, contemplating your options.

"I felt self-conscious."

The response is quick, but you're satisfied. You want to be completely honest. That's the best way to go at it.

You notice how he blanks out before you look away. Almost like he's fighting with himself over what to think of the response, his eyes portray the most intense feelings of complexity.

Quickly covering the slight feeling of confusion with frustration, his brows tug together, and in another context, you would've found the action to be adorable.

"Self-conscious? About us? What-" He scrambles to understand, and your eyes widen by an inch. "-are you- like- not sure about us? Anymore?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" You directly jump to answer his questions with one of your own. Your own brows join together, and the frustration builds further.

"Fuck, y/n." He gives you his back, walking in the opposite direction.

"What- I didn't even mean it like that!" Your voice raises slightly, purely in expression of desperation.

Why is this so complicated? It wasn't even that big of a deal.

He looks at you over his shoulder, his features bitter.

"How did you mean it then?" He scoffs, but his words come out quiet, serious, and clear of sarcasm. They come out hurt.

"Look- I just-" You take a deep breath, staring at the floor. "I don't want to fight."

You look at his feet, directing your gaze to a place where your mind doesn't feel overwhelmed. When you look at him, you want to look at his eyes, nose, lips...all of him. When you look at him, you see nothing but him. The whole world disappears when you do.

When you look at him,

You can't think about anything but how much you love him.

And right then it's like the whole world stops.

Like it's just you and him, in this gym, with nothing and no one else but each other.

"Fight?" His eyes rage with a thousand different broken emotions all fighting over dominance at once.

He shifts closer to you, only eager to show you the true weight of his love for you.

His index finger hooks under your chin and tilts it up to meet his eyes, only making your breath catch.

"I'd drop to my knees and beg if you wanted me to."

You feel your eyes water. There's nothing you could possibly think to say to him in this moment, except...

"I love you."

He returns a sad smile.

"Show me."

He cups your cheek.

Strokes it with his thumb, once.

Twice.

And in his presence remains a cool gust of air as his touch lingers and leaves a fire awakening.

Just then you realize: the fire that seems to spread further and further is that of love, nestled in between the teeny crooks and tiny nooks of your heart; the wildfire seemingly one of pleasurable pain.

Gone is jungkook, and welcomed is the loneliness as you hear the shower turn on.

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Rabbit Burrow

(5180 words) part 2 (1 found here)

Tony Becker, one year after surviving the attack from GGY, tracks down Gregory post-SB. But he has to get through Vanessa and Freddy before he can get to Gregory.

Its only after Tony has run through the interaction with Vanessa ten times over that he realizes she never told him how she knows Gregory.

He'd been nothing but restless since she left. His eyes have been darting to and from the digital clock on the end table on the other side of arm of the couch, and his brain has been so scattered, all he can focus on is the awaiting reunion.

The baking show has long since switched to a new episode since he last checked the TV. Tony's worried that at this point, his fingers will start bleeding if he keeps picking at them like this.

The only saving grace in a long chunk of nothing-but-anticipation is when Tony's phone buzzes at 6:01pm, right when he had started to gather his thoughts and began plan out the reunion in his head like remembering a speech.

Ellis: dude where r u????

Ellis: yr mom said u arent home and she keeps asking me if ur with me and where u r

All Tony does is sigh. He cant even find it in him to feel bad that his Mom and Grandma are probably worried. All he can think about is how his arms are shaking and his stomach feels floaty.

He types back with thumbs that have peeling skin on the edge of the fingernails.

Tony: Remember how I covered for you that one time?

Tony: I need you to cover for me. If you need to tell her that I'm with you and I'm staying over do that. I just need any excuse.

Ellis: yea i remember but why?

Ellis: if a guy covers for u u can at least tell him what the deal is

Tony: I'm doing something really important. I can't tell you all the details yet.

Tony: I just need you to trust me. Please. It'll help me out a lot, Ellis.

Tony: I promise I'll make it up to you next time you need something.

Ellis: dude didnt know it was that important

Ellis: dont worry then. u know i can tell a mean lie when i need to

Tony: Dude thanks. That's a big relief. It wont be in vain.

Ellis: my services will not be for free tho

Ellis: i will need something in return

Tony: What do you want?

Ellis: for u to buy me a cookie next time i see u at lunch

Tony finds it in him to roll his eyes at that. He smiles a bit, and right as he goes to send back I'll buy you two, Freddy Fazbear makes some sort of clunking sound.

Its enough to make his already fluttery heart clench and himself almost fly off of the couch. He jerks and yelps and can only stare Freddy Fazbears black eyelids phwip open, and his pupils glow..

They're blank, though, like they're on but Freddy himself isnt. His body whirs and shifts slowly, as if running a diagnostic, and after his ears wiggle, theres a clear difference.

Tony just sits rigid as a board with eyes wide as saucers as Freddy doesnt notice him right away. He just takes the jump cables off of his ears and sets them on the carpet, and moves his torso to face the window.

Which Tony is blocking. Since hes on the couch sitting directly next to the animatronic.

Theres a staring contest with a distinct lack of breathing for all but a few moments, before the small black plastic pieces that are Freddys eyebrows tilt downwards.

"Wait wait wait!" Tony holds out his hands, but Freddy doesnt get off the couch and attack him like his fears. Freddys eyes dont leave his once, and it reminds him too much of those few times Freddy would stare him down and be hot on his heels in the Pizzaplex during the GGY debacle.

Freddy pauses, not even so much as twitching as he burns an LED hole into him. Tony tries to get over the unease and stutters out, "Um, Vanessa trusts me. I talked to her. She told me to stay here."

For a fleeting moment, Tony believes he somehow said the wrong thing and that Freddy is now going to grab him and beat him into a pulp like he feared back at the Pizzaplex all that time ago. But during the rigid silence, the glow in Freddys eyes flickers for half a second, and some sort of beeping sound emits from a hidden speaker.

"I have just contacted her." Freddy finally breaks the tension, and Tony sighs at how his voice does not sound aggressive. In fact, Freddy hadn't spoken at all when Tony had been afraid of him last year. "You are telling the truth... my apologies."

"Theres no issue." Tony manages when Freddy looks so undoubtedly apologetic theres no doubt that he's not genuine. He scratches the back of his neck. "...I guess I wouldnt be too keen on a stranger being in my house when I wake up either."

"Yes," Freddy nods, and his ears bob at the motion. Theres a split second of silence where the baking show Tony hasn't caught a single second of is the only noise in the room. "so that begs the question; why are you here?"

Tony jerks. "What?"

"You are a stranger in my house, like you said." Freddy points out, not unkindly. "I would appreciate knowing why. Even if you already went over it with Vanessa."

"Oh. Well. I dont know what all Vanessa told you, but... I'm here for Gregory."

Freddy doesnt immediately turn distrustful or wary like Vanessa had. Probably because he already knows Tony is a friend. "She said you were an old friend of his." Freddy confirms. His "So, you are the boy Gregory talks to much about."

Tony doesnt really know how to respond to that. He grabs a fold of fabric from the arm of his jacket in-between his fingers. "Uh...yeah."

"I'm sure you've already talked to Vanessa. So I wont beat around the bush." Freddy says. "But Gregory has tried so hard to remember you."

Tony brows furrow. "...She said he has dreams sometimes. And that's how he knows I-- we exist."

"Yes." Freddy nods."But she probably did not tell you that he tries to figure out what reminded him of you, so he can continue to keep dreaming."

Tony's eyes widen, and he picks at his fingers. No. Vanessa did not mention that. She said nothing about Gregory actively searching for Tony around his life to see him in his dreams.

Freddys LED eyes dim, and his ears and eyelids droop in a clear sign of upset. "It breaks my heart. To see Gregory try to gather the broken pieces of his memories." His eyes stare at the couch cushion below them, before they dart up to look him in the eye. "You were obviously very important to him, if he searches like this."

"He is to me too." Is all Tony can manage. He's suddenly getting a sense adjacent to deja vu.

"Its clear that he is." Freddy is still looking him in the eye, but somehow, Tony feels like he's smiling at him. "If you came all this way to see him."

And he really did come a long way, didnt he? He took a bus to a different county. He spent hours and hours scouring the internet for any mention of Greg after he suddenly up and went missing as soon by the time Tony had recovered enough to look for him.

Greg has searched too, apparently. Tony cant help but be aware of. Even after losing his memories.

"What is your name?" Freddy suddenly asks him.

"Tony Becker." Tony answers easily. "I guess he doesnt remember my name, huh?"

"No. But he has tried. Believe me when I say that." Freddy says. "He wants to know more about his life before what happened more than anything."

"...You think he'll be happy to see me?"

"There is no doubt, Tony Becker."

The last time he had seen Greg, it was in a dusty back room with a knife in his back.

But despite that, it isnt what Tony thinks when he thinks Greg. When he thinks of Greg, he thinks of the sleepovers and the days Greg would show up at school one day with his hair different lengths. He thinks about how He, Greg, and Ellis would Vs. eachother on the air hockey machine. He thinks about the stories they'd come up with in creative writing.

When he thinks of that afternoon at the Pizzaplex, he doesnt think Greg. He thinks GGY. Maybe its that first inkling of separation that got him here.

Theres been a stretch of silence while Tony soaked it in. The rain outside has slowed, and the sun peeking through the gray clouds shines through the window, white lines on the coffee table like the blinds are a stencil.

"But the truth is... I do not think Vanessa feels the same." Freddy suddenly says. "She wants to protect him from the awful memories. I do not have to deal with them like she does, but I assume they... that they haunt her."

His ears droop. "I believe that she does not want Gregory to have to as well."

"So shes trying to keep them from him?" Tony asks, a brow raised. "But that's his choice, isn't it?"

"That is how I feel." Freddy agrees, looking at him again. It's starting to become less uncomfortable. "Listen, Tony Becker. I may not know for sure, but I feel that Vanessa is afraid to let you near Gregory. Seeing you will make him remember so much."

His mind immediately jumps to a thousand implications at that."If shes scared, what does that mean?" He asks. "She'll make me leave? She'll change her mind?"

"I do not think so." Freddy assures. "But my point is that she has been trying for so long to keep Gregorys memories under wraps. It is not with malice, but this is why I ask you this."

"Gregory has long since chosen to remember, even if Vanessa does not want him to." Freddy says havent left his once, and Tony doesnt look away, either. Freddys pupils suddenly appear brighter in a way when he speaks again, "To keep them from him after he has already made his choice would be cruel. Which is why I would like you to help him, Tony Becker."

Tony hasnt forgotten how Greg fought for him that day at the Pizzaplex. He hasnt forgotten how all that mattered was Tony escaping. Not if Greg would get in trouble. Not if something would happen to him.

Gregory has, though. Greg has forgotten a lot of things.

But if seeing Tony in danger that fateful afternoon made him remember himself enough to fight, and win against mind control?

Tony can fight for Greg's memories, too. Even if it takes another year.

"He deserves to remember his old life." Freddy says. "Vanessa has told me that his parents are dead. Any life he had before is nothing but a faint memory." He hums, melancholy. "But it's one I want him to remember."

Me too Tony almost says. Because all Tony has wanted throughout this last year is his friend back.

"Greg was one of my best friends." Tony says quietly, eyes downcast. He counts the threads in the couch cushion. "I want him to remember me and Ellis and... everything. It's why I'm here."

"I have not been able to help him, no matter how much I've wanted to." Freddy responds, sounding sad. "But I am glad you are here. Now Gregory truly has a chance of obtaining what hes been chasing for so long."

"Me too." Tony replies, not knowing which exactly hes responding too.

"So," Freddy pauses. "what do you say?"

"I'll do it." Tony responds immediately. "But... I just have to ask. Why do you trust me so much? Vanessa wouldnt even tell me anything until I answered her riddles."

Freddy hums. "It is exactly as you said." Freddy answers. "You earned Vanessa's trust. So in turn you have earned my trust. I trust Vanessa to trust you."

Tony doesnt respond, for a moment, just taking that in.

The amount of faith you have in someone to trust them that much. To know you can rely on them. To have no doubt...

Tony glances at the hallway he can see just over the back of the couch and down the hall into the room with the slightly open door, with the pens and pencils and bed and desk, and wonders how tightly wound the people in this house are with eachother.

"...Then I'll return the favor." Tony smiles. "You're friends of Greg's, and, well... I was friends with him, once upon an time. And he still seems to think so." He holds out a hand. "Any friend of Greg's is a friend of mine."

Freddys ears wiggle, and his eyelids come up in a way that make him look overjoyed. "Any friend of Gregory's is a friend of mine." Freddy repeats, shaking Tony's hand. "We are in this together, now. We will have to be there for Gregory if he remembers not so great things."

"And for the great things." Tony smiles, going over the few months worth of memories of their three amigos friendship he has in his head. "Its worth it, I think."

After all, if Tony's found a way to seperate killer Greg with his Greg, then he thinks Gregory probably can as well.

"I'm glad we have that settled." Freddys ears wiggle, and his eyes do that dimming thing again for half a second. "Because Vanessa has just contacted me and let me know that she is almost back with Gregory."

He makes some sort of choking noise. Theres a thousand things on the tip of Tony's tongue in seconds. His eyes blow wide as saucers, and he twists his back to look at the clock that reads 6:34.

He immediately feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on his head. He stutters, trying to gather his thoughts, and eventually gets out "How long?!"

"Soon." Freddy smiles. "It wont be long, now. It seems all the work you've done has paid off."

Tony cant find it in him to move his mouth after that. Just too rigid. It feels like theres electricity buzzing up his skin and a wildfire in his chest. It feels like he cold start floating like a balloon at any moment.

He doesnt respond to Freddy, after that. He just twists his body to face the front door (his back twinges. maybe he shouldn't slouch over his laptop and desk so much) and waits.

A few minutes is nothing in the grand scheme of things. Not really when its put up against the year he's taken to track Greg down. But its somehow more agonizing waiting now when he knows Greg is in arms reach, instead of it being uncertain if he'd ever see him again.

It's not uncertain, now. Is the thing. Greg is on his way, and Tony, for once, doesn't even know what to think. All he can do is sit there and be clammy and impatient.

Freddy chuckles. Tony ignores it. He burns a hole into the front door just across the living room, only hearing his own jumbled thoughts and roaring in his ears over the baking show on the TV.

Its Winter right now. So by 6:45, all the light outside has darkened into pitch blackness. The residential street lights outside the apartments make the raindrops on the window glow. The TV is still going in the background.

Freddy is as still as he is, joining him in watching the door as restless as a bored puppy. Listening to the ventilation inside of Freddys inner workings is the only thing that reminds Tony to breathe.

After multiple agonizing minutes, Tony jerks when the slam of a car door is heard distantly outside the window.

"Are you ready, Tony Becker?" Freddy breaks the silence. Looking back at Freddy is the first time Tony looks away from the door. "We do not know how much he will remember at first. It may be messy. It may not."

Messy is definitely a word he would use to describe a lot of the things that have happened, here. So he just nods, a tilt of his head. "I'm ready."

"He is ready, too." replies Freddy.

And that's all that's said until the doorknob begins to rattle.

All that Tony manages is a strangled gasp before he's bolting off the couch, almost tripping over Freddys legs. His converse slide on the laminate wood, and he stands there. In perfect view of the door.

His legs feel cold and his chest airy as he watches. He waits for movement, and cant help the tremble in his hands when the deadbolt unlocks. He can hear voices. Only because hes straining his ears, but he can hear a high pitched voice muffled and faint behind the door.

The doorknob rattles, and Tony watches as the deadbolt unlocks from the inside. His heart stutters in his chest when he hears voices outside, and he can pinpoint one of the pitches as Greg's.

"Come on, Vanessa. Were home. Now tell me what the suprise is!"

"I think you'll want to see it for yourself, Greg."

"Its inside? Well what could it possibly be if you wont even give me a hint--"

The knob twists, and the door creaks open. Its steady and agonizingalmost as if it's in slow motion.

And there he is.

Theres the pale skin and short stature and blue clothes. Tony isnt breathing when he just looks, and sees the boy he'd been searching for so long right in front of him.

He has raindrops in his chocolate brown hair. Greg doesnt look away from Vanessa while he walks in, at first, but Vanessa looks away from Gregory. She meets his eyes, and Tony doesnt have it in him to dissect what the look could mean.

All he cares about is how Greg follows her gaze.

He stops in his tracks, his mud stained Pizzaplex brand sneakers planting him firmly in place.

It's like everything else falls away when Greg meets his eyes. Huge, amber eyes that grow as wide as saucers when they see him. Theres a dark jagged scar wrapped around his cheek that makes it to his nose that wasnt there before.

The silence is deafening, as they just stand there and stare at eachother. Tony thinks he isnt breathing. Theres electricity shooting up his spine. His fingers twitch and tremble. Greg just stares, mouth agape.

Tony's own twitches, and he smacks his lips together, testing if he can still speak at all. His legs are rooted to the ground as he says, just above a whisper, "Greg."

Greg's face shifts ever so slightly, and it's only now Tony realizes his eyes are a bit faraway. Like he's...

Remembering something.

In an instant, they dart and blink, and Greg is looking at him again.

Tony dares to break through the water by taking a step. He never tears his eyes away from Gregory's own.

At some point, Vanessa moved away from the door and somewhere else in the house.

Which means the coast is clear when Tony takes a step, and then another, and Greg is meeting him in the middle.

Hes almost sprinting when they crash into eachother like waves. Immediately, Tony wraps his arms around Greg tight, and Greg clutches back just as desperately.

"Tony." Gregory says breathlessly. Tony can feel Greg's hair brush against his cheek and his hands ball up his jacket. "Its you. That's your name. You're the..."

"The one you've been dreaming about?" Tony chuckles, and to his suprise, it's a little wet. His legs ache from pushing himself into the hug so much, but he ignores it. "Yeah. Me and Ellis. Your friends."

"Tony and Ellis." Greg repeats, and Tony could cry at how it's the same voice in all of his memories. A few things are different; Gregory's face has changed a bit, and so has his hair and clothes. But all of the things that made him Greg back then are still here.

"I--" Greg stutters. "I tried so hard to remember anything about you. I was gonna track you down, I hope you know. Cause you're the only things I remember about..."

"I know, Greg." Tony replies. Greg pulls away from the hug, and Tony still has a grip on his shoulders. "They told me everything."

He jerks his head towards Freddy and Vanessa, and when Greg looks over at him, Freddys ears wiggle and Vanessa does a small little wave.

"Some suprise." Gregory chuckles, wiping at his dry eyes. "Jeez, its just-- I just remembered so much. Just by seeing you, and--"

Greg's eyes turn a little misty as he looks in Tony's own. "We were friends." He says. "And I forgot you for so long."

"It wasnt your fault." Tony smiles slightly. Greg still has to look up at him a bit, like he did last time Tony saw him. "Freddy and Vanessa told me you tried your best to remember us."

Gregory nods, glancing over at them. "I did." He says. "I wanted to know what triggered the first dream so bad. But... I never figured it out."

"I guess it doesn't matter now." Tony says. "I'm right here in front of you, and you remember now. Ellis'll be really glad to see you, too."

Gregory chuckles. "I missed him." He says. "I missed you, too."

"Me too." Tony replies, and it doesn't feel like those two words can encapsulate how much Tony has felt the past year. "Ellis really missed you as well. He still is. You don't know what happened to him when you went missing."

Gregory ducks his head, eyes downcast. "I wish I did."

Tony eyes Freddy from the corner of his eye, and he nods. Tony looks back towards Greg. "I can tell you some stuff, if you want. Vanessa said something reminded you of me one day." He smiles. "I can try to help remind you of stuff enough to remember more."

Gregory's head shoots up, and to Tony's suprise, tears gather in his eyes. As quick as they come, he ducks his head, using the sleeve of his navy jacket to wipe them away. "Yeah." He sniffs. "That'd be great."

"I'm glad you guys reunited." Vanessa pipes up to their left. "But, Gregory, I think you should go take a breather. I wanna talk to Tony anyway."

Greg doesnt answer for a second, but eventually he nods, smiling at Tony as he peels himself away. Tony takes note of how the tooth Gregory had been missing last year is still gone.

Tony watches him go, and his eyes dont leave his back until the door to his room shuts.

"Kid," Vanessa grabs his attention. She gestures to sit down on the couch, and he moves over, sitting in-between Freddy and her. "that went well. Really well."

Tony just nods, not able to shake the trembling in his fingers and the floaty feeling in his chest.

"It doesnt seem like he remembered anything bad." Vanessa points out. "He couldnt have. He wouldn't be so calm if he did, trust me."

Tony remembers Freddys words about how Vanessa grapples with the things shes done, so he does. He nods again, and Vanessa smiles. "So that's good. Listen, kid. If you can somehow have Gregory remember his old life without any of the mind control murder stuff, that would be the best case scenario."

Freddy whirs and straightens out a but, opening his mouth to speak, but he stops at the last second. "It wouldnt be unfair to Gregory if he wasnt remembering anything good, Fred." Vanessa points out.

"That is true." Freddy agrees. "There is no point in Gregory remembering anything harmful to him if avoidable. Vanessa knows that better than anyone."

Tony opens his mouth to speak, but pauses.

Not remember anything bad? As in he wouldnt be able to remember that day at the Pizzaplex?

How Greg had put himself on the line and fought for Tony's life? How he'd succeeded? How Tony always desperately wanted to see Greg again just to talk about it?

Words get caught in his throat, but he pushes them down and shoves his feelings aside. He just nods. "I'll do my best."

"Thanks." Vanessa says, and she sounds more relieved than Tony's ever heard anyone. She puts a hand on his shoulder, offering him a smile. "Really. Thank you, kid. I'd do anything for Gregory to never have to remember the same things I do."

Tony just nods again, finding that for the first time in his life, he has no words to say. "Yeah."

"I am sure you're dying to catch up with Gregory." Freddy smiles. "Go on, Tony Becker. We will give you both space."

Tony smiles, shooting up and shimmying past Freddys legs in-between the coffee table towards the hall. "Okay. Sure." He only lingers for another moment to say "Thanks!"

Its jet black outside when Tony passes a window, and by the time he makes it to Greg's room, the only light available is a small table lamp on the desk with paper strewn about. Greg sits on his bed, deep in thought, before snapping out of it when Tony walks in.

"Hey." Gregory smiles, and Tony grins back when he shuts the door behind him. He cant help how his eyes wander about the room, taking in every detail as he moves further into the room. His backpack is tossed on the floor beside his bed, and theres comic pages and drawings thumbtacked up across every wall. Theres a corkboard with blocky letters written on paper sheets scattered around, and his bedsheets have constellations on them.

Tony's eyes linger on the desk, where there are multiple comics covering every inch, some half-finished and some fully colored.

"You would draw comics when we were friends, too." Tony says, making his way over and peering at all of the different drawings. "I'd call them graphic novels. I'd write the story and you'd draw."

"I think I had a dream about that." Greg says. "We'd go in your room and brainstorm, right?"

"Yeah." Tony smiles. He looks at the dates scribbles in the corners of them all, and notices that most of them are recent.

"Its one of the only dreams I had." Gregory says. "It... it would make me so mad because it never went any different. And it had been the only indication you even existed for so long." He chuckles without humor. "The other dreams weren't much different, but, well, I was never really able to figure out how to trigger a new dream."

As he keeps looking, some of the older comics, like the ones on the walls and the underneath the piles of recent ones have dates from a few months ago.

It's like a tiny lightbulb goes off above his head. He turns to Gregory, asking "Do you remember when you had the first dream?"

Gregory pauses for a moment. "Yeah." He says. "It was a few months ago. The first dream I had was about us drawing comics in your room."

Tony smiles, finding the earliest date to be near October last year. Its February now. "Did you ever think the thing that triggered that memory was drawing a comic?"

Tony watches as the gears turn in Greg's head. Hes silent for a moment, before muttering, "No. I didnt."

Tony looks at the window on the wall by Greg's bed and watches as raindrops drip down the screen on the other side. Crickets are chirping faintly, and he can hear Freddy and Vanessa's voices muffled behind the door.

The days events catch up to him, and right as the first inkling of tiredness creep up on him, he says "So how about we try to make a comic together like the dream? Maybe it'll bring back some new memories."

Gregory is silent for a moment, and Tony watches as his eyes widen, and a grin gradually stretches across his face. "Okay." He says. "Yeah. Let's do it."

So it's in Greg's room, instead of Tony's, where they hunker down for the night and squish next to eachother on the same chair at the same desk and brainstorm a comic. Tony makes a point of calling it a graphic novel like he used to, because Greg would always say something about it, and unsurprisingly, this time is no different.

The only light is from Gregory's small table lamp shoved to the very corner to make room for more papers, and it's only when they have everything ready does Greg finally ask about the story.

"You said you'd write the story and I'd draw." Gregory says. His shoulder is pressed up against Tony's on the chair and his voice is loud in his ear. "So what's the story?"

Tony hums for a second, jumbled thoughts and ideas running course in his mind, then he gets an idea.

He grins slowly as it dawns on him. He glances over at Greg.

"You always liked nonfiction better, right?" Gregory says, voice up an octave like a question. "Real life stuff."

"Yeah." Tony confirms. "This is a real story."

"So tell me." Greg smiles, leaning back to get a good view of Tony. Tony himself does the same, and Greg is doing one of those lopsided smiles that shows off his missing tooth. "And I'll start drawing the panels."

Its only after theyve hunkered down does Tony really let himself revel in the fact that he found Greg, and he's here and okay. It may not be perfect, since Tony never really will be able to speak to that Gregory that saved him that day and thank him, but its content. Tony has his friend back, and he can't ask for any more.

He's long since decided on a story when he finally tells Gregory. He smiles softly, before saying,

"This story is about a kid named Gregory, who once hacked the school PA speakers and started beatboxing."

🔎🐰

Ellis: um so how long will i have to keep this up???

Ellis: would be nice to know

Tony: I dont know how long I'll be gone.

Tony: I'll buy you as many cookies as you want for this.

Ellis: we will negotiate when you come back

Ellis: for now ill uphold my end of the deal mr. becker

Tony: I'll uphold mine early.

Tony sent an image

Image ID: A boy with short dark brown hair and a green jacket angling the camera so by his head is a boy with pale skin and chocolate brown hair. The boy with dark hair is smiling and the boy with brown hair is looking suprised at the camera.

Ellis is typing...

ao3 link

#finally got this done #was struggling so if its evident #my bad lol #my fics #detective rabbit #bell boots #gregory #tony #ggy #tony becker #fnaf gregory #tftp #tales from the pizzaplex #twoshot #3 star fam #vanessa #freddy #ellis #pandas writes

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Benefits of Car Troubles (part 2)

Summary: Things continue to get complicated between Leigh and Y/n.

Warning: Smut 18+

A/N: Sorry it took so long for this, life gets in the way sometimes. Also I didn't edit this, I apologize for the errors. Thank you @karsonromanoff for the suggestion in the beginning! I hope y'all enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

Masterlist | All Stories Taglist | Part 1

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Leigh clears her throat and blinks away the tears as she thinks on her feet. “This is my friend, Y/n. I told you I was going out with them and their girlfriend and Jules,” she explains. “You probably don’t remember that I told you I might spend the night here because you wouldn’t look up from your phone for five seconds to hear me,” her words are sharp and you’re trying to hide your surprise. You knew that she could make up excuses but to flat out lie when there was clear evidence against her statements raised some flags for you. 

The man looks between you and his wife and her attire and the clothes sprawled along the floor. He takes a deep breath through his nose and nods a few times before bursting out into laughter. He starts shaking his head, you and Leigh exchange a quick look then return your gazes to him. “Figures you were seeing someone. I mean,” he starts to catch his breath but finds the situation too amusing. “I have been having an affair for over a year and I’ve been sloppy about hiding it. Come on, you made it so easy! Those pills take me a couple weeks to adjust, not months! I just thought you were in denial or okay with it. But this,” he gestures to you and her, “this explains it.” 

Leigh thought it would hurt to hear the words from Matt. To actually have him admit to what he was doing behind her back. But it does the opposite. It fills her with a relief that the problems with her marriage weren’t because of her. They started with him. However, she is pretty upset that instead of coming to her with these problems, he found someone else to be with while still being married to her. “So that’s it then, we’re getting a divorce,” Leigh says as she pushes him out of the apartment but it looks like Matt has more to say. 

She shuts and locks the door and while he’s banging on the door, demanding to be let back in, she leans her body against the wooden surface. You are pulling your sleep pants off of her and burying your face in her pussy without her having to ask you to. Leigh moans as loud and dramatically as she can to assure that Matt can hear her. “Oh yeah, babe! You’re so much better than my husband!” She shouts and that’s what causes the banging to stop. But so do you, Leigh looks down and doesn’t find you between her legs anymore. 

She looks around, confused that you disappeared. A soft knock on the door behind her startles her enough to make her jump. She opens the door and that’s when her eyes open. Leigh sits up and scans the unfamiliar room to remind herself where she is. There was a picture of you and who she assumes is your dad working on a car on the dresser and she smiles. You were a little kid in the picture and she thought you looked so sweet. Leigh relaxes a little as she tries to remember falling asleep, but she couldn’t. 

Leigh knew she was tired from last night and this morning, but she didn't realize how exhausted she was until you left her alone in your room.  Sliding out of your bed, she dresses into something appropriate and makes herself coffee in the kitchen. That's when you come in to check on her again. “Hey sleepyhead, you're up,” you greet with a warm smile. “Teddy had a question for me and when I came back to you, you were fast asleep. I thought I’d let you rest up while I helped open the place up.” You meet her in the kitchen and kiss her cheek. “How’d you sleep?” 

The machine stops pouring the beverage and Leigh takes the mug before she answers your question. “I slept pretty well, but had a weird dream,” she adds a few things into the coffee. She was happy that you had a similar taste as her. 

You frown at the mention of her dream and lean against the counter by the sink, across from her. “Was it bad weird or good weird?” 

Leigh shrugs, “It was just weird. Ended pretty good though.” 

You raise your eyebrows in interest, “Oh? How so?” 

She smirks as she sets the mug down and steps closer to you. “Well, it ended the same way things started last night,” she says as she kisses you on the lips. “With me against the front door and your tongue working its magic,” she continues. You smile at the thought of her having a dirty dream about you and how normal all of this feels between the two of you. Her in your apartment, making herself coffee. Of course a part of you wants to ask her to make up her mind already and choose you. But you quiet the voices in your head and stay in this moment with her. 

“I,” you start, wanting to say the words she already asked you not to. “I was going to order lunch and came to see if you wanted any or if you had somewhere to be?” 

Leigh steps back and you watch her grow tense from your question. “I probably should go,” she says softly. You nod, keeping your thoughts to yourself. It was better to keep your mouth shut than to do something ridiculous like beg her to stay. Part of her wishes that you would, tell her that this is more than just sex for you. That you would make promises to her that would give her the strength to leave her husband. But another part of her is thankful for your patience. Thankful that you were sticking around, waiting for her to be ready. Waiting for her to get her life together before you asked more of her. 

Once Leigh and her car are gone, you have your assistant order lunch for everyone while you stay in your apartment during the break. You don’t know if you can do this with her anymore. Was it worth it? Was she worth it? Yes, your heart answers almost immediately. It wasn’t what you wanted. Never had you ever thought you would find yourself in such a situation where you fell in love with a married woman. When this started, she had said the marriage was practically over. That there were divorce papers being drawn up and everything. Then you slowly found out that wasn’t the case, by then it was already too late for you. She was so easy to fall in love with. 

A knock on your door disrupts your thoughts. You open it to find Teddy holding a couple takeout bags and a drink tray. “Thought you might like some company,” she says with a soft smile. You open the door wider and step to the side to allow her further into the apartment. “So, she spent the night,” she starts once you’ve joined her at the table. You nod as you unwrap your burger. “Is that progress or was that the last time?” 

You sigh and think while you chew your food. “I don’t know. With her… it’s hard to tell what is in my head and what is true.” 

She nods and plays with her fries a bit, “What’s in your head right now?”

You shrug and take a sip of the soda you got, “That she truly loves me and that she wants us to work and that she is going to tell her husband about us. That she will continue to fight for us when she does tell him.” The admission forms a lump in your throat and fills your body with doubt. None of that is true. Teddy asks what the truth is and you push your burger away from you. “I think I might have to end it. If our love is real, me walking away could prove that. Either we find our way back to each other when the time is right or… and as much as this pains me to say… we don’t.” 

Teddy reaches across the table and squeezes your hand. “It’s up to you,” she states, bringing no comfort or clarity. It wasn’t her job to do that, though it would have been nice. You knew where she stood in this situation. In her mind, you were only the getaway car for Leigh. Whatever relationship you built with Leigh wasn’t going to last forever. Part of you agreed with her but otherwise, you wanted to have hope that she could be proven wrong. The two of you finish your meals in silence and then get back to work. 

You don’t hear from Leigh that night or the next day or the day after that. She hadn’t made a promise that she was going to call you later but you still expected at least a text message. You thought that night she spent with you had meant as much to her as it did to you. She told you that she loved you and now she couldn’t bother to at least tell you that she was okay. Unless it was just her way of paying you for fixing her car. In that case, it made you feel cheap and used. You tried not to think of it like that. It was just a seduction technique when she said that’s what that was. 

Nonetheless, by the end of the third week when you haven’t heard back from her, you go out to a bar. You pick up the first girl that catches your attention, you fuck her in the back seat of her car, and you go home alone. Looking at yourself in the mirror the next day is a challenge but you need to move on from her. You’re almost certain she has moved on from you. Maybe with her husband or maybe with someone new. Someone who can handle a physical relationship without complicating it with feelings. You just wish she at least let you go before she did. So you could stop feeling like you had cheated on her. It puts you in a bad mood all day even though you feel justified in your actions. 

However, you don’t go out again and when a client flirts with you a few days later, you don’t reciprocate it. Teddy tells you to stop beating yourself up about it and encourages you to find someone new. Someone available. Then you remind her that the last time you took her advice, you took a creative writing class and ended up here. She points out that when she made that suggestion, getting involved with a married woman was never part of it. 

“Don’t blame me for your shitty life choices,” she says before she leaves the building for the day. You shake your head and start closing up the shop. It was then that the ringtone you had set for a specific person rings for the first time in what feels like forever. 

Your heart picks up and you look at the name on the contact. You blink a couple of times to assure yourself that it’s real. Then you quickly answer. “Hello,” you fumble on your greeting and make a face a yourself for sounding so stupid. 

“Hey,” she whispers, “I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to contact you again.” 

“I figured that you decided to commit to your husband,” you respond, not wanting to dance around the truth anymore. 

The line goes quiet and you wonder if she hung up on you but when you look at the screen, the numbers on the call continue to rise. You put the phone back to your ear and wait for her to say something. As she continues to be quiet, you climb up the stairs so you can sit down while you wait for her. Debating whether or not you should hang up on her since she clearly doesn’t care to stay for a half decent conversation with you. 

“I chose you,” she states a bit louder this time, no longer whispering. 

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you reply in a short tone. Tired of being strung along. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry about that,” she says sincerely. “I just,” she sighs. “I’ve been focusing on me at the moment, because in order to be with you I have to do that. I have to focus on me and on my happiness and on getting out of my marriage.” Guilt starts to creep in on you but had she told you any of this before she practically ghosted you without a warning, you would have been more understanding. You might have waited. 

“I slept with someone,” you say, not knowing what else to say. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong,” you take a breath to gather your words to express your frustration. “You left without another word and never responded to my texts so I figured I would move on from you and I slept with someone. It wasn’t good and I couldn’t get you out of my mind… I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You’re not entitled to it but… I don’t know, I thought I should be honest with you. At least.” 

The call ends as your rambling does, you scoff to yourself and drop the device on the coffee table in front of you. Maybe it's finally over, the thought brings no relief. Only more heartache. But then your phone lights up with a notification. The message just says, “Let me in.” Confused, you get up and open the door. Finding no one around, you hurry down the stairs to open the entrance to the shop door. 

“Leigh?” you call out to the darkness. She comes into the light and your heart fills with relief at the sight of her. But then it tightens painfully and tears spring to the back of your eyes. “You’re here,” you say with surprise. 

“I’m here,” she says as she starts to undo the belt around her trench coat. “I’m here for you,” she starts working on the buttons. Knowing where this was headed, you put your hand over hers and shake your head to stop her. 

“I can't, Leigh,” your voice cracks as you keep your gaze low, unable to look her in the eye. Because the both of you know that you're lying. You can and you want to, so badly. But you have to push her away. You have put a stop to this. Otherwise you're sure you'll go insane waiting around for her when she inevitably disappears from you again. 

“I left him,” she says but you don't look at her yet. You don't want to know what she looks like when she lies to you because it doesn’t feel like the truth. “We still need to have the papers drawn up but I left him. When I went home after that night he told me that he was in love with someone else and—”

“So you didn't leave him,” you sigh, slightly disappointed. “He left you,” you remove your hand from hers. Before this, you already questioned whether or not she really loved you. This brings it to a whole other level of uncertainty. 

“No,” Leigh steps closer, “I left him. I moved out. I'm living with my mom right now because I couldn't stay there anymore. I chose you!” She takes your hand and you let her but you don’t close your fingers around her. You’re not ready to let her win this one. Not yet, at least. Not when she has left you hanging for months. She can’t just come back and expect you to accept her with open arms. Not when she hurt you the way she did. Not when she made you believe she really loved you, then didn’t contact you once afterwards. Had she taken a second to let you know that she was busy or that things have been hectic and she will update you when she can, you might have been more willing to hear her out right now. But you’ve been going insane with scenarios of what could be happening to her and thinking that you did something to drive her away. 

You lift your head and look out to the street where other businesses were. Several of them are still open. You could see other people and wonder if their lives were easier than this. You almost wish you could trade places with them. None of them know Leigh, none of them have been hurt by her. None of them had to think about her everyday. “What would you have done had he not told you about his affair? Would you have told him about yours that day? Have you told him?”

“I… I don't know what I would have done. I might've waited a little longer before telling him. But that–” 

“So he knows about us?” You finally look at her and you can see the gears turning in her head. You know the answer before she says it. 

“Well, no, but what does it matter now? My marriage is finally over! We can have this,” she gestures between the two of you and tries to pull you closer by your hand but she is only able to pull your hand to her chest. Instead of being discouraged, she puts your hand flat against her chest where her heart beats. “We can really have this. Isn't that enough?”

In truth, you want it to be. You want the love to be enough but you don’t know that when she leaves here in the morning that she will return. Even a little text message. And without that small piece of trust… nothing will be enough to make this work. “How do I know that you mean it? How do I know that you’re not just using me because you feel bad right now? How do I know that this is as real for you as it is for me?”  

Leigh places her hand on your cheek and, against your  better judgment, you lean into her touch. Her hand is a little cold but the warmth of your cheek warms it up. “I guess you’re just going to have to trust me,” she drops the hand she held hostage so she can have both of her hands on your face. “Please,” her pleading tone creates a lump in your throat. “Please let me love you. Please be patient with me. Please give me one more chance,” she pulls your forehead against hers and closes her eyes. She doesn’t try to kiss you because she knows that will lead you to believe this is only sexual for her. Instead she holds you to show you that this is intimate. That she feels what you feel and your heart can’t help but reach out for her. You place your hands on her hips and bring her in for a tight embrace. She follows your lead and removes her hands from your face to wrap her arms around your shoulders.

After a few more minutes of standing outside you step out of the hug and invite her inside to your apartment. She kisses your cheek as she accepts and lets you lead the way. Once you’ve locked the doors and brought her into your home you ask if she wants to take her coat off after the both of you remove your shoes and she blushes as she hesitates. “What?” You ask. 

“Um, I had a very different idea of how this night would play out. I think it’s best that I keep this on,” she says as she sits on the couch. 

“Are you completely naked under that?” A slow smirk curls your lips as you ask.

Leigh crosses and uncrosses her legs as she shifts nervously under your amused gaze. “Technically, we’re all completely naked under our clothes.” 

You can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as you join her on the couch. You put your arm around her and gently undo the tie up belt on her coat. “How did you think this night was going to play out?”

She watches your every move carefully so she can know what she is allowed to do. But the energy shift makes her feel safe enough to do exactly what she wanted to do when she got in the car to get here. “I could tell you, but I think it would be better to show you,” she stands up and stands in front of you as she opens up the coat to reveal her red lingerie and her smooth skin. The coat falls to the floor as you find it hard to breathe. Leigh only makes it tougher as she straddles your lap. “I missed you,” she whispers against your lips, without kissing you. 

You reach out to touch her but she pushes your hand away and shakes her head. She adjusts her position so that your thigh is pressed up against her pussy. She starts to rub herself against your thigh and you have to bite your lip to keep from touching her. Then she makes a satisfied noise and you can’t help but try to kiss her. Which makes her rise up and take a couple steps back. Seeing her arousal on soaking her underwear makes your mouth water, knowing how good she tastes. You let out a frustrated sigh through your nose. “Are you trying that power play bullshit?” You repeat the words she said to you the last time that the two of you were together. 

Leigh hooks her thumbs through the straps of her panties, “Maybe I wanted to give you something special. You deserve a special night my love.” As she talks, she shimmies out of her red panties and instead of leaving the garment on the floor she turns around to give you a full view of her bare ass as she bends over and picks it up. You have to stop yourself from falling to your knees and burying your face in her pussy. She spins on her heels again and teases you with her panties. She tosses it at you but that’s not what you want. It’s her. It’s all of her. 

You no longer remember what air is as you watch her so closely. Leigh enjoys your hungry gaze. To reward you, she slips two of her fingers between her folds to collect her juices. She makes you think that she is going to put her fingers in your mouth but instead she lightly touches your bottom lip, leaving some of her arousal behind, then sucks her own fingers. Lost in the moment you slowly run your tongue along your lip to savor the taste. Never taking your eyes off of her. When she is done, she removes her bra and climbs on your lap again. She runs her nails through your hair as the two of you gaze into each other's eyes. Having her body so close to yours and not being able to touch her was driving you crazier than when she wouldn’t talk to you because she is right here, available to you and she is making you wait even longer.

“Please,” you finally begin to beg. “Please, Leigh, I need to touch you. I need you, baby, I need you so bad.” 

She stops playing with your hair and she leans in for a kiss, “Then have me.” 

No longer restraining yourself, you eagerly meet her lips with yours and place your hands on the sides of her abdomen. As you kiss her, you move your hands all over her body. On her thighs, her ass, her breasts, everywhere. Leigh does the same, she starts grabbing at your clothing, trying to undress you. Feeling hot, you break the kiss to pull your shirt off and then quickly try to unbuckle your belt and undo your jeans fast enough but you want to focus on her so much more than your clothing. Leigh grabs your hands to make you stop and when you don’t she calls your name which snaps you out of your trance. “What?” You look at her breathlessly. 

“Slow down, Y/n. There’s no need to rush, I’m not going anywhere,” she promises and you are hit with that reality. She is staying, she doesn’t have anywhere else to be for once. You nod and take a breath to get some oxygen to your brain. “I’m yours,” she says as if she can read your mind and knows that you need to hear that. “I’m all yours,” she repeats. You kiss her again, this time slower than before. You press your naked chest against hers and enjoy the feel of her skin against yours. You weave your fingers through her soft brown hair and then you gently remove her from your lap and place her on the seat beside you.

You fully pull your pants and underwear off and kick them to the ground. You stand up and you toss your socks on your pile of clothes. “Come on,” you hold your hand out for her. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” She takes your hand and the two of you practically skip to your bedroom. 

The next day, you don’t have much time to be with her. Your alarm goes off, waking the both of you and you find out that you have to drive her home because she revealed to you that she used one of the car apps to get to the shop. You were shocked that she did that while wearing what she wore last night. She gets dressed and you throw on something quickly to get her home so that you have time to shower before work. When you are saying goodbye, a part of you is thinking that it’s going to happen again. That she isn’t going to keep the promises that she made to you last night. That you’re going to text her later and be met with no response from her. 

“Can I call you later?” She asks after she kisses you one last time. 

“Yeah,” you say, pretending to be cool and not showing how excited you are. 

“Okay,” she grins at you. “I love you,” she says.

“I love you too,” you mirror her expression. Leigh steps out of your truck and you laugh as you watch her run up the steps of her mom’s house. 

Things run smoothly for a few weeks. You text each other good morning and goodnight everyday. You talk on the phone for at least an hour at night. You take her on a couple of dates in another town to avoid running into people she knows, so she doesn’t have to feel like she has to explain herself. Then one morning, she doesn’t respond with a sweet good morning message. You give her a call at the usual time and she doesn’t pick up or call you back. You force yourself to sleep without her goodnight text. 

Unsettled, you’re not sure if you’re supposed to spam her with messages to let her know that whatever she is going through, she doesn’t have to do it alone. You want to let her know that you’re there for her in any way possible. You want to hear from her. You need to know that she is okay. But you stop yourself from sending her those kinds of messages and trust that she will come back to you when she is ready. You read through the messages from the past few weeks to see if you said the wrong thing or misinterpreted something from her. Maybe she was letting you know that she didn’t really want you anymore and you didn’t see it. Maybe she fell out of love with you and you were so blind with excitement that you didn’t pick up on it. Maybe, maybe, maybe… 

You fall asleep reading her last message that says she loves you and couldn’t wait for the date that Saturday. The next few days, you force your mind to shut off so that you can focus on work and trust that when you go to her mom’s house on Saturday night, she will be ready for you to pick her up. Teddy notices you spinning out again and she is tired of watching you put yourself through this again. She wanted to do something about it. She wanted to grab you and shake you out of it but she knew that she had to stay out of it. If she tried to intervene not only you would you hate and hurt her, but you could end up doing something stupid because of it. So, instead of telling you what she thinks about Leigh and the way she treats you, she makes sure that you don’t eat lunch alone. She even stays for dinner a couple of nights. And avoids talking about Leigh at all costs. But she contributes to distracting your mind and trying to get you to laugh. 

Then the time comes for you to go pick up Leigh. You text her one last time to see if she’ll respond and when she doesn’t you’re uncertain if you should show up. But you do. You drive to her mothers house and nervously adjust your tie with a bouquet of flowers as you ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer the door. 

When someone does, it’s not who you were waiting for. It was her sister that you’ve seen in a few pictures from Leigh’s social media profiles. “You need to go,” Jules says as she keeps the door close to her. 

“What happened?” You ask as your heart drops. 

“She can’t see you anymore. You have to leave,” she states more firmly. 

“Please, I just need to talk to her. I just need to hear it from her.” 

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did! Do you get off on seeing my sister in pain?” This time she grabs the bouquet and throws them to the ground and stomps on the flowers. “Leave!” 

Hearing her sister be so demanding, Leigh rushes to the front of the house where she sees your confused expression just above her sisters’ head. “Oh no,” she says under her breath. “Jules!” She calls out and she pulls her sister away from the door. “It’s fine,” she says. Knowing that this will contradict the story she told her family. “It’s fine,” she repeats and tears spring to her eyes as she sees you standing there looking more hurt than she has ever seen you before. “Can you give us some privacy?” She asks her sister. 

“Have you lost your mind already? Have the–”

“Jules! Please, just give us some privacy!” Leigh demands. 

Jules huffs and she glares at you as she walks away. You nervously clear your throat as Leigh steps out of the house and closes the front door behind her. “I-I brought you flowers but, um, your sister hates me for some reason so they’re on the floor.” You point to the crushed flowers that Leigh closed the door on. It was quite the image. Kind of what you think your heart might look like after the way Leigh has treated it. “What’s happening, Leigh?” 

Leigh licks her lips as she thinks of what to say but she is so afraid to tell you. It was hard enough to tell her family. Looking at her life, she felt so messy and not at all herself. But she had to tell you eventually. She wished that you were the type of person she painted you to be in her family’s eyes. The person that left her when she told you. So she could deal with this on her own. So that you wouldn’t actually leave her and that she could leave you and have it hurt less for her. She could handle ending things with you on her terms. She’s not sure she would be okay with you abandoning her.  

With a deep breath, she looks to her twisted fingers and says, “I’m pregnant.” She never considered that you would hug her and choose to stay.

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#sorry for your loss #leigh shaw x y/n #leigh shaw x you #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw imagine #leigh shaw #smut #benefits of car troubles #twoshot

[heartsoir]

Two Best Friends in a Room (marichat)

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng wants to understand what's so cool about TikTok, and if Chat Noir (aka the digital influencer "gottabekittenme") let this big opportunity slip away, he wouldn't be Chat Noir. (Opportunity to make Marinette participate in his favorite trends, watch her learn silly dances, and, to top it off, "ruin" their friendship with style.)"

#my fanfics #marichat #ao3 #fanfiction #miraculous #mlb #mlb fandom #miraculous fanfic #fluff #twoshot #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #marinette x chat noir

[subwhizz]

Partners in Crime | RoleSwap Au

Lo que hubiera pasado si Lou y Ox hubieran sido estudiantes en Perfección. Las malas lenguas dirán que Ox es mala influencia (Pero Lou por si solo es bastante caótico)

Michael asumiendo el rol del Líder porque sí ?)

Basado en un arte de z.achariee, a quien no pude encontrar de vuelta porque elimino su cuenta :c

Leanla la historia aquí: Ao3 / Wattpad

#role swap au #ugly dolls #uglydolls #headcanon #lou uglydolls #ox #uglydolls ox #twoshot #partnersincrime

[imsolnoo]

｡ ꞝ namora comigo? - yeonbin᠉

Choi Yeonjun é o típico jovem metido a bad boy que flerta com qualquer um que lhe dê atenção. Contudo, felizmente, ele não é tão clichê quanto parece. Primeiro, ele só curte os mocinhos. Segundo, qualquer resquício de seu lado paquerador desaparece quando ele está perto do rapaz mais bonito que já viu, Choi Soobin, seu crush desde o fundamental. Após ser convidado pessoalmente para a festa de aniversário de Soobin, ele decide tomar iniciativa e expressar seus sentimentos, só não esperava fazer isso da forma mais boba possível: em uma partida de telefone sem fio.

⎙ leia aqui!

✎ 02.11.23 | @mixyl

#social spirit #spirit fanfics #solnoo #kpop fanfic #lgbtqia #bl fanfic #fuffly #fanfic #twoshot #tomorrow x together #tomorrow by together #txt soobin #txt fanfic #txt yeonjun #txt #romance #yeonbin fanfic #yeonjun x soobin #choi yeonjun #choi soobin

[dontlikeconflict]

Part two

This is part two to by s11ep13 concept rewrite, was supposed to be a oneshot but i couldnt leave it be, so now its got two chapters, this will be the last one though! hope you like it

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The drive to the bunker was thankfully uneventful. The fear that Sam would bring their conversation back up, or somehow act differently toward Dean constantly stuck in his mind, but the first half of the drive was thankfully uneventful, filled with the usual noise of music pushing from Baby's speakers filling the air between the brothers.

But as the drive went on for longer and they got closer to home, to where Cas was, Dean had something he had to ask.

"Sam... you -" he felt so awkward verbalising it, like a teenage girl bringing up a crush "you're not gonna tell Cas, about..."

He let the words trail off, knowing neither of them needed him to finish the thought, a demon had provided them with undeniable proof that Cas was Dean's "deepest desire", it was indisputable.

"Dean..." Sam said it in that long drawn out way of his that meant he was disappointed, right now Dean really couldn't bare his baby brother being disappointed in him too. "I won't tell Cas, of course."

there was a 'but' at the end of that, and despite the long pause they both felt it there, waiting against a back drop of Led Zeppelin

Dean got tired of waiting. "But?" he sounded like a petulant child, but he couldn't bring himself to care about being mature or level headed right now, the miles between them and the bunker lessened.

"but... you should, tell him" Dean could tell Sam was looking at him, but he deliberately kept his eyes on the road, allowing the feel of the wheel in his hands to ground him.

He thinks over a million replies in his head:

'are you an idiot Sam?' 'why the hell would I want to do that?'

And the more pitiful: 'How do you think he'd react?' 'Do you think he feels like that? about me?'

He goes for a combination of a few of his ideas "what? Sam are you an idiot, what exactly do you think that will do?"

Dean bitterly imagined Cas sneering, leaving the bunker, looking toward him in disgust; but then resigned himself to the much more likely reality. Castiel's pity, his care. In the most painful way he could give it, he would give Dean that look that said he couldn't even begin to understand how he felt, let alone return it. He would be gentle, and kind, in the kind of awkward way that would only work coming from Cas, and it would rot Dean from the inside, out.

"Honestly Dean? I don't know. But I know that Cas is family, he cares about you, about us. Nothing good can come of you bottling all this up forever"

Sam was still looking at him, Dean was still refusing to look back. He refused to accept any kind of logic from his smart baby brother, what he was suggesting couldn't be worth the pain it would bring into their lives. But he couldn't vocalise that, couldn't tell Sam just how much the rejection would tear into him, so he just said "you know me Sammy" forcing a smile. Because Sam did know him, Sam knew that if he could it would stay bottled, for as long as he could bare it.

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The bunker without Sam and Dean felt slightly less like home to Cas, but it still was comforting to have a place to reside, a place to go back to at the end of the day. Cas liked the kitchen and the long hallways, he liked not being forced into poorly decorated motel rooms (although some may say the bunkers décor left something to be desired) and he liked having a place he belonged.

Cas had found home in his relationship to the Winchesters, in a way that felt realer and more significant than anything he had ever had before in heaven. And in some way, the bunker was a physical manifestation of that. It was home, it was the kitchen where Dean made his sandwiches, and had even made pie for Cas once when a storm hit and the trip to the nearest diner was too risky in Baby (a resilient car, but not one necessarily built for extreme weather). It was an apple pie and although Cas still didn't really enjoy eating a lot of foods, he smiled as he ate his slice of pie, even as the slimy texture of cooked apples filled his mouth. All because Dean, stood in the kitchen with his own slice of pie, half eaten before Cas had even finished his first bite, looked so proud of his creation.

Weather it was a trait Dean would associate with himself, he loved to support others, not just protect them, but support. Make them food, keep their needs well met and a smile on their face. He was a carer at heart, and that's what kept the smile on Cas' face as he swallowed the (for him at least) unsatisfying pie.

And Cas would never tell the brothers this - he feels they would be upset - but when he was alone in the bunker he often loved to go into their rooms. He would look at how they placed things, or what objects they seemed to give more space to than others. Both of their rooms were clean, clothes folded the same way, but Sam's desk was cluttered with the most currently relevant lore, and the shelf above littered with non-fiction books. Dean's desk was devoid of lore, but almost always had some kind of weapon gracing it, with two larger guns mounted on his wall. But if you looked in the cubby beneath his bedside drawer, and Cas did, you would find 4 different novels by Kurt Vonnegut: Slaughter House Five, Cats Cradle, Slapstick and The Sirens of Titan. Cas has been gradually reading them all when there is downtime between cases. He knows he could get his own copies rather easily, but he finds something charming about flicking through the same pages that Dean has flicked through, finding certain passages underlined, or certain pages still dog eared, despite Dean finishing the book long ago.

Cas is drawn out of his musing by the door of the bunker opening, Sam and Dean has been on a case for the past day or so, but they hadn't required his help at any point, so he didn't know the details of it, and after spending the day alone he was eager to hear the details, so he moved towards the main room of the Bunker where he saw the brothers making their way down the stairs, duffel bags in hand.

"Dean, Sam" he said in lieu of a greeting, it was Sam who replied

"Hey Cas, how's it been, no disasters while we've been gone?"

"Not that I've noticed" Cas was aiming for a joke, and Sam gave a slight smile, but Dean didn't laugh like he'd hoped. Cas still found jokes to be a hard thing to navigate. When he tried to make them they often got him a confused or bewildered look, but often when he wasn't trying to joke he would get laughter, it was confusing.

Dean finally spoke up with a brief "well I'm gonna..." and gestured towards his room as he left, barely looking up.

Cas turned to the younger Winchester instead "How was the case?" he has been bored while the boys were gone, and curious on what he missed out on

"Oh, it was fine, turned out to be a Qareen, creature that transforms into your deepest desire" he half looked at Cas, as if looking for a reaction "Dean kept it distracted while I had to fight the woman who summoned it"

"I've heard of Qareen before... you stabbed its heart?"

"Yup, just before it got its hand in Dean's chest" once again Sam was giving him an odd look, as if examining his expressions, like he was waiting for him to get a hint.

"Dean was... fighting the Qareen?" the real question, if Dean was faced with his true desire, was one that was left in the air, implied.

"Yep." Sam was busing himself with his phone now, trying to seem disinterested, although his fingers were moving back and forth, as if scrolling through the same set of texts over and over.

"Do you..." Cas cleared his throat, suddenly feeling sheepish "do you know what form it took?"

At this Sam's eyes looked at him keenly, as if seeing right through him to his intentions, but still Cas held his gaze, waiting for Sam to reply

"That's something you'll have to ask Dean" and then he abruptly left, striding toward his own room, and leaving Cas alone again, feeling significantly more off balance than he had before the brothers arrived.

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Dean travelled light, so unpacking his bag took mere minutes, and then he was left alone with his thoughts. Alone with the knowledge that Sam and Cas were out there together. That even though Sam said he wouldn't, he could, at any moment, tell Cas everything. Tell Cas that his deepest desire is for Cas to love him, a terrifying and painful vulnerability that made Dean feel sick to his stomach. Things that only you know are one thing, you can shove them down, ignore them, deny them. But to have proof of it, to have someone else knowing it too; the truth becomes infinitely harder to ignore.

A knock on his bedroom door broke him out of his thoughts, but only brought a further lurch of panic when who it was settled in. He allowed himself to turn to stone in the face of it.

"Come in!" he busied himself with clothes he had already folded and weapons he had already checked, as he heard the door open behind his back and Cas silently step inside the room, closing it again behind him. An act that, while Dean felt the way he did, seemed like a trap.

"Dean" he said in the same way he always said it, too sincere, too tender for just a name. Or maybe that's just how Cas speaks, maybe that's just what Cas' voice sounds like to Dean.

"Hey Cas" Dean hoped his voice was devoid of any tenderness, hoped it was casual and nothing else when it held the angels name "Didn't blow up the bunker while we were gone?"

"Its a bunker... I would be more likely to blow up myself than it"

Dean let a puff of air, barely a chuckle, escape his mouth. Too tense to really laugh. "Just an expression buddy"

"yes..." Cas seems like he wants to say more but instead he lingers at the door, refusing to leave while Dean refuses to turn to face him. There's a long stretch of silence, until Cas says

"Angels don't really desire things"

This causes Dean to finally turn, a shirt, folded then unfolded, still in his hand "what?"

"I do... desire things, obviously. But when I was in Heaven, before I met you and Sam.... what I knew and understood was God, my fellow angels, my orders. I was a soldier, and I didn't truly think about myself. About what I wanted for myself, or even what I wanted for others. It was about what God wanted, or at least what we thought God wanted. So, when I raised you from perdition" a small smile raised at the corner of Cas' lips at his phrasing, they both remembered when he first said it. "I found you very confusing, very... singular. The only kind of 'desire' I understood was the desire to follow, to worship. And as I began to stray, I saw that in you Dean"

Cas paused here, clearly not done with speaking but thinking on what he wanted to say, carefully. Dean was glad, because he had no idea what to say, where he was going with this, all he could do was hope, and hope and hope.

"We are very different, I know that, but we were both soldiers, are both soldiers. And I know that desire is not a good trait in soldiers, to want, to feel, it's not always rewarded" Cas pauses and looks almost mischievous as he says "One of the main effects of war, after all, is that people are discouraged from being characters"

Dean, despite all his fear, laughs "Cas are you quoting Vonnegut to me? You sure know how to woo a guy" The laughter let the statement slip out, but as soon as it was free panic found its way back in. The urge to literally slap himself was palpable.

Cas didn't look panicked, or uncomfortable, like Dean had feared, I suppose he had said more outright things before, but his emotions were running high and it felt like everything he said could lead to his ruin.

"I wasn't aware it was that easy to 'woo a guy'" Cas joked back, he looked pleased with himself for the quote

"well you know me, I'm easy" Dean might as well dig himself a deeper hole

A silence stretched out between them and Cas' smile slowly shrunk into a more neutral expression "Dean"

He said it again, the same way, so tender Dean felt it like a pull in his chest. He felt it so strongly he let himself reply with even a hint of the vulnerability that Cas seems to ooze "Cas."

Cas lets his head tilt slightly as he observes Dean, the same way the Qareen did as it told him that it understood his longing.

"Sam says you fought a Qareen today"

The weight of what coming feels near physical and all he can allow himself to do is a brief nod in return. Refusing to allow this to be easy for Cas, if this was going to be forced out of him then sure as shit it was going to be like pulling teeth for everyone involved, not just for Dean.

"Qareen transform into what you most desire." Cas said it despite them both knowing this, despite it being established, he said it because he wanted Dean to say something. Dean just stared.

A sigh pushes its way from Cas, and he looks almost tired "What form did it take Dean?"

And there it was. Trust Cas to phrase it in the most blunt inescapable way possible. The way he said it made it feel like he already knew the answer, like lying was impossible.

"Don't make me say it Cas" Dean sounded like a broken man, like a dog preparing to bite, and yet Cas didn't flinch in the face of it, he never did.

"Please, Dean" said without any of the devastation clawing at Dean's throat, weather this was a good or a bad thing he couldn't tell.

Despite what everyone thought, Dean knew when to give up. He knew that he had to say it, say what just a day earlier he never thought he would even acknowledge out loud, he forced himself to look directly into Cas' eyes, a kind of self punishment, and he spoke.

"It looked like you." a better man would cry, but Dean knew he sounded angry. "trench coat, blue tie, 100% angel of the lord. It looked at me, just how you're looking at me right now and talked about shame and desire ..... and love" he swallowed a lump in his throat "and then it used your hands to try and tear out my heart. Probably would have worked better if I actually thought it was you but... I'd know you anywhere Cas" it was supposed to be light-hearted but it sounded too raw

Its at this point that Dean has to turn away again, hoping Cas would allow him that kindness at least. He felt his shoulders stiff, his body tense, almost as if he was waiting to be hit, but of course as usual Cas surprises him, like he so often does

"You were the first thing I ever desired."

Dean wanted to look back, but he's afraid if he did Cas would disappear.

"I felt so alone in the world, and when I looked at you, despite all your flaws, I saw the best of humanity. I saw how much you loved, how much you fought for what you loved, and I not only wanted to be like you... I wanted to be one of those people you fought for, I wanted to be loved by you"

Cas always moved quietly, but in the room his footsteps sounded almost deafening

"To know you, Dean Winchester, has been the greatest privilege of my long life" a hand is placed on Dean's shoulder, slowly turning him to look into Cas' tearful expression "to be loved by you, is my greatest desire"

The breath that releases from Dean's chest feels like dying, like letting go. This Cas may well be the Qareen, because it felt as if his heart had been gripped and pulled straight from his chest, and now in his last moments of consciousness his body was floundering. So it goes.

Cas' hand moves from his shoulder to cradle Dean's face, holding him like something precious.

Dean knows he should say something, something real and true and important but all he can get out is "me?" he sounds like a lost child.

But Cas is smart, so instead of replying, or asking for more of Dean, he does something more simple for him, he pulls him in and kisses him.

For all his fear, of queerness, of his feelings for Cas, nothing has ever felt more right than the moment Cas' lips touched his. A relief that washes through his body, and for a moment he lets himself feel loved, desired, free. A tear leaves his eye and falls onto both their faces, not so monumental if they share it, not so scary. So when Cas pulls away Dean lets himself speak "I love you Cas"

And he may be imagining it, but it almost looks like Cas' eyes glow when he replies "I love you, Dean."

#DESTIEL #twoshot #ficlet #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #cas and dean #dean x castiel #dean winchester #castiel novak #castiel #supernatural #supernatural s11 #supernatural s11ep13 love hurts

[biffhofosho]

Coming This October...

Come one! Come all!

You're invited to attend a theatrical performance the likes of which you've never imagined. Thanks to our troop of unparalleled, dare I say otherworldy, performers, every sense will be tested--especially your sense of reality.

Don't worry about directions. We'll find you.

Admission is but a trivial token... A dream for a dream.

Welcome to...

Le Cirque du Fantasme

A transcendent event two parts in the making!

Inspired by a "Daydream"...

#monsta x smut #upcoming fic #october vibes #twoshot #SoundCloud #Le Cirque du Fantasme

[ginnyw-potter]

Wonderful Wondrous Witches Magic Match Meetings Chapter 2/2: Magical Menagerie of Men

They made it to the chip shop minutes later.

She paused by the entrance. “Ooh, a vendy machine.”

Harry followed her gaze. “It’s a vending machine, I’ve told you before.”

“I know,” she said, unbothered by his correction. “But that’s what dad calls it, and he is Senior Muggle Expert.”

Harry nodded. He patted his pockets for change. He went into the pocket and was happy to find muggle currency in there. “Get me a coke? You should have enough change for one for you.”

“Which one did I like?” she asked. It had been a while since she had a muggle drink.

Harry looked over at the vending machine. “Fanta. You see the bottle over there spelt ‘Fanta’ and it is yellow and—”

“Are you done?” she shot back with an amused smile.

Full chapter: AO3

#hinny #fic #twoshot #mild smut #fanfic #harry potter #ginny weasley #AO3 #canon compliant if you squint a little

[phantoids]

Hello world I wrote a thing again. Have some end gamers complete with protege and sadness.

#void writings #liar au #dsmp fanfic #tommyinnit #ctommy #dsmp tommy #punz #cpunz #dsmp punz #dsmp #dream smp #twoshot #protege tommy au

[sir-subpar]

A Dibper Valentine's Day! (1)

Y'all have been asking for this for a while, so here we are! Below the cut!

Dib fidgeted with the tin foil that was wrapped around his present for Dipper. It would be their first Valentine's day together, and he was nervous.

He hoped Dipper would like it, it was a classic Valentine's day gift but he wouldn't know for sure until later.

…

"Thanks for the help Mabel," Dipper smiled as he and Mabel assorted the cookies they made nicely into a decorative Valentine's box. 

The two sat next to each other at the kitchen table, Mabel "bedazzled" the cookies, passed them to Dipper, then he carefully placed them in the box.

Mabel crossed her arms in pride.

"Of course! My bro's finally got a boyfriend to spend a romantic day with!" She gave him a playful shove. "You think I'm gonna pass up on a chance to help you sweep Dib off his feet?"

"The kid's pretty gangly, a good round house to his ankles should make him tumble down no problem," Stan said, chuckling behind a newspaper.

"Stanley, please." Ford sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Stan rolled his eyes and laughed it off. "C'mon Sixer, I'm just kidding around. He's a good kid. You'd love him."

Mabel let out an exaggerated gasp. Squishing her own cheeks in excitement. Which resulted in her smearing frosting on her face.

"Oh that's right! Grunkle Ford hasn't met your boyfriend yet Dipper! You should invite him over tonight!"

"Yeah! Might as well let all the nerds of the house meet!" Stan laughed, slapping Mable and Dipper on the back.

"That's.. Not a bad idea. I'll ask him later." 

…

Dipper waited in front of one of the shops in Gravity Falls. He and Dib agreed to meet here. 

Sitting on a bench, he gently played with the ribbons that tied his gift shut.

Most Valentine's gifts were bursting with reds and pinks, but Mable decided that it'd be better to make it more "gothic". So, the box was a shade of off white, with cursive writing that read "Happy Valentines Day" in red ink, to give the illusion that it was written in blood. To top off the bloody aesthetic, Mabel drew little droplets of red to mimic blood spatter. 

Finally, the ribbons tying the box shut were silky black, which simmered slightly in the light.

He had to hand it to Mabel, this was pretty cool.

A shift of weight to his right pulled him from his thoughts. His startled eyes locked with familiar yellow ones.

"Dib!" He exclaimed, and threw his arms around his Boyfriend.

Dib took a second, as he usually did, to hug Dipper back. He didn't mind, he knew Dib was still unfamiliar with physical affection.

They pulled away from the hug, eyes meeting once again.

"Hey Dipper! I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?" Dib queried.

Dipper shook his head.

"No, I just got her a few minutes ago. You're good."

"Okay good. I was worried I was going to be late, I'm still memorizing the layout of this place." Dib scratched his cheek.

Suddenly his eyes widened and he jolted a bit.

"Oh! Uh-!" His eyes darted around briefly before he turned away from Dipper briefly to grab the gift behind him.

He handed his foil-covered present to Dipper.

"Happy Valentine's Day!"

 

Dipper was surprised by the size, and the weight, to be honest. The bottom of the foil tray felt warm to the touch.

Curious, he rested it on his lap, and carefully unwrapped the foil. With minimal tearing, he uncovered the present inside.

Dipper blinked in surprise. 

It was a turkey. Fully cooked and golden brown, seasoned like a holiday dinner. 

Dipper wasn't very experienced with Valentine's gifts, especially from dates, but this was definitely the least expected gift he'd ever gotten on "the day of love".

"You're uh.. Not allergic, are you? I should've asked, sorry." Dib's nervous questions brought Dipper back to reality.

"No! No! It's great, thank you. I was just surprised, that's all." He gave a reassuring smile. "It smells amazing, did you cook this?" 

"Yeah! I wanted to make you something special…" Dib's pale cheeks adopted a blush as red dusted his features.

"So did I," Dipper reached to his left, he gripped the box, and handed it to Dib. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Dib looked at the box wide-eyed. "Wow, this is pretty." 

Dipper chuckled, "Yeah, Mabel helped me decorate it."

"She has a real knack for this stuff, doesn't she?"

Dipper snorted. "Yeah, it's all fun and games till you get glitter stuck in your eyes thanks to her sparkle bombs."

Dib cringes at the thought. "Ugh, I don't want to be a part of that, thanks." The two teens laughed.

Dip pulled apart the ribbon and opened the box.

Now it was Dib's turn to blink in surprise.

Cookies. Shaped like all sorts of things, UFOs, skulls, moths, even ghosts.

Hold on.

"Wait… you give people candy on Valentine's Day?"

Dipper looked at him, completely lost.

"... Yes? Pretty sure that's more or less normal." 

Dib's eyes were like saucers, and he stared out at the road.

He was right when he told Ms Bitters about people giving treats on Valentine's Day? He was right!?

Dib's golden eyes refocused on a still very confused Dipper.

Dib felt a familiar sting shoot through his heart.

Dib slapped his hand to his face in a (slightly violent) facepalm. Holding his head in his hand, shaking it in disappointment in himself.

"... Oh my god." He uttered.

Dipper opened his mouth to speak, a question on the tip of his tongue, but before he could vocalize it-

"I'm the weird one again,"

-Dipper's voice caught in his throat.

That sentence told him everything he needed.

He knew what that meant. He knew how it felt.

Dipper reached his hand out to rub Dib's back. Dib pulled his hand away from his face to look at Dipper, who smiled at him. In just that look, Dib knew what he was saying.

'I get it. It's okay.'

Dib closed his eyes briefly, and let out a sigh. Returning a slight smile of his own. "Thanks, Dipper… for, you know..." He paused, hoping he didn't have to say it out loud, "..and, thank you, for the cookies. I mean. I think I forgot to thank you earlier." He awkwardly rambled, lightly scratching his cheek.

Dipper chortled, "And thank you for the turkey. Most memorable Valentine's gift I ever received." He winked, causing Dib to snort.

"All jokes aside, this looks and smells amazing… Though, it's quite a lot for me." Dipper implied, this was actually the perfect opportunity to ask!

"Would you wanna come to the Mystery Shack for dinner? Eat this turkey with me?" Dipper offered, cheeks pink.

Dib's face also took on a new shade of color, flushing with red.

"Oh! Uh-! I mean that's awesome, but I can't do that. Isn't it weird for me to eat your Valentine's gift? Especially since I made it for you?"

Dipper raised his brows in a "really?" Kind of look, which went unnoticed by the still rambling Dib.

Dipper felt a new sense of passive aggressive determination. Time to pull a page from Mabel's book.

Dipper reached into Dib's box and pulled out a cookie. Dib paused as he noticed Dipper's hand. 

Dipper, now looking Dib straight in the eye, not breaking contact, ate the cookie. Dib gave him a questioning look, only to be met with squinting eyes and a mischievous grin in turn.

"Oh! Would you look at that! I ate your Valentine's gift! Guess there's only one way to get me back." 

They both stared at each other. Then roared with laughter. 

"I can't believe you just did that!" Dib said between laughs, "Okay, I'll go."

#gravity falls #gf #invader zim #iz #dib membrane #dipper pines #dibper #dipper x dib #dib x dipper #a dibper valentine's day #fanfic #twoshot #happy late valentines day

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Haobin) The Impossible Dream

Hao stands up, the condoms in one hand, the lube in the other, and turns around to face him with what he knows is probably the smuggest expression any human being has ever worn.

“Care to explain?”

Hanbin turns white. His jaw drops. He’s so cute Hao could eat him whole.

“Oh no. Oh my god.”

The night of the Boys Planet finale, having already surpassed all expectations he had for his success, Zhang Hao has one more goal to fulfil before he spends the next few years sharing rooms with children. It would be helpful if Hanbin would learn to cooperate.

https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/47159476/chapters/118820776

#The Impossible Dream #Hanbin #Zhanghao #Sung Hanbin #ZB1 #Zerobaseone #Boys Planet #fanfic #twoshot #getting together #fave #smut #top!Hanbin #bottom!Zhanghao

[fyeahdramionefics]

Nothing I Deserve

Author: rubykrishna

Rating: M

Genre: twoshot, fluff, smut, angst, eighth year

Summary:

“Are you going to keep your head down and ignore me if I kiss you again?” Wisps of her breath fanned up into his face. He released a shaky breath and clenched his fists at his side, aching to touch her. “You shouldn’t want to kiss me again, Granger.” He tried to sway her, but his argument sounded like a whimper. A slow smile spread to her lips and she quickly dipped her tongue out to wet them. “But I do.” She said. “And if you’re not going to stop me, who is?”

READ HERE

#m #twoshot #fluff #smut #angst #eighth year #dramione #dramione fic #dramione fanfic #dramione fanfiction #dramione fic rec

[choerrypies]

Here's my snippet, i might release the twoshot later!

" The gentle music flowing through the air, surrounding the two, as if they were the only ones there,  the proximity, the athmosphere, and the romance that bloomed like a rose between them.  The type of moment that becomes a precious memory. "

#bobs burgers #tina belcher #louise belcher #linda belcher #gene belcher #bob belcher #fanart #beckina #becky krespe #wlw #sapphic #twoshot #fanfic #bobs burgers fanfic

[imsolnoo]

｡ ꞝ mixórdia de sentimentos - jaywon᠉

Yang Jungwon, um jovem estudante de letras, tem uma peculiar mania de escolher adjetivos e palavras pouco usuais para se descrever. Apesar de ter lutado para estabilizar sua vida, tudo vira de cabeça para baixo quando ele percebe que seus sentimentos por Park Jongseong, colega de faculdade, vão além da amizade. Em meio a palavras feinhas, surtos de paixão e uma dose generosa de insegurança, Jungwon precisa confrontar seu grande medo de lidar com suas emoções, se quiser se permitir ser feliz ao lado de Jongseong.

⎙ leia aqui!

✎ 23.07.23 | @chanyouchan

#enhypen fanfic #yang jungwon #jungwon x jay #enhypen jungwon #enhypen jay #jaywon fanfics #jaywon #fanfic #enhypen #enhypen fanfics #fuffly #twoshot #romance #love story #jungwon #bl fanfic #lgbtqia #shoujo #drama #social spirit #spirit fanfics #solnoo #park jongseong #wonjay #fanfic fuffly #kpop fanfic #kpop

[tobiramamonmari29]

Madara x mito ( partie 2)

pv Madara:

I'm Madara Uchiha, I'm 31 years old and I'm at home busy ruminating. Today the woman I love whose name is Mito Uzumaki is going to marry my best friend. Hashirama is very lucky to marry her and she must marry him for the sake of peace. that's why the young woman told me not to come and oppose it. But there I was, hiding, watching how this gorgeous red-haired woman was dressed in her white dress. I could see her sad face veiled under this transparent fabric. my sharingan registered his every move. I felt bad, I was so sad, so jealous that I wasn't in my best friend's shoes right now.

Me, Madara Uchiha, I'll be standing there waiting for her, my lovely Mito, with my brother Izuna as a witness. who there was sitting with the other guests smiling as best he could knowing my love for the young woman. I heard people murmur in delight as the words I want it slipped from Hashirama's lips. I couldn't help it I got down from where I was sitting, I arrived a little late Mito had already put his ring on my best friend's finger.

Priest: Mito Uzumaki, Hashirama Senju I-

Madara: I separate you! I oppose it.

mito started to cry of joy, Hashirama slipped to him that the marriage was not ruined. But Mito clearly told her that she was happy to see me, she got down from where she was next to Hashirama. I'm so sorry for stealing hashirama's love but Mito and I loved each other. she tore her white dress for the occasion so she could run towards me faster. I opened my arms wide to him, waiting for him. Mito threw himself on me, squeezing me with all his might.

Mito: you finally came, I'm sorry I told you not to come.

madara: I was too jealous of Hashirama...I couldn't control myself.

Mito: you are the man I love.

Madara: you are the woman I want to marry.

I took Mito as a princess and fled with her when the guests started fussing. Mito's father, Ashina nearly fell out of his chair. Butsuma said nothing and did nothing in particular talking with my own father. Hashirama was speechless as Tobirama and Izuna just shrugged knowing.

tobirama: don't worry anija, you will find one or another.

Hashirama: Madara, my best friend stole my wife!

I went to the forest with my princess in my arms, I smiled at her and she smiled at me. I drop her off, while we were sitting on the edge of a river. I take off her heels gently massaging her feet. She removes her veil which hid her beautiful face.

Madara: let's talk about this wedding.

Mito: I don't want to marry Hashirama anymore and you know it.

Madara: I'm talking about ours, you know I love you too much even to let you marry my best friend.

Mito: I love you too, Madara.

End.

#Madara #Madara uchiha #Mito uzumaki #Madamito #Mitomada #Mito x madara #Madara x mito #Twoshot #Uchiha x uzumaki #Uzumaki x uchiha #Uchiha #uchiwa