#Commuter AU
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Maybe that's why when she stepped on the train the next day she didn't notice her at first.
Which is funny because she's been (unwillingly) seeing her everywhere in everything.
There's not as many people this time and she's mentally going through her list for today, knowing she'll probably have to buy groceries before getting home because they were out.
Then she catches a glimpse of the bright coloured jacket in the corner of her eye. Then her shoes and the patching and at last, her eyes.
Her breath seizes and Ava seems just as caught off guard because her eyes widen, a range of different emotions going through her expression that Beatrice wished she could understand before settling into something unreadable.
Better than anger. Maybe. She deserved anger.
“Bea–”
Beatrice has already turned before Ava can say her full name.
She walks further into the cart, swirling between people and cursing internally for getting herself into this predicament.
Her heart speeds and a multitude of scenarios go through her head– one where Ava yells at her in front of all these people, one where she tells her how she has screwed everything up– before someone catches her wrist.
She looks back, body stiff and locked up and she can't move. Ava is looking at her with a sort of desperation, a multitude of questions flicking through her eyes the more Beatrice stays silent.
“Are you okay?”
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I-did-not-mean-to, how are you?
are your may requests still open? what about commuter au with lift engineer with I can stay long I just had to see you
If you are comfortable, basically elevator sex 👀
with any elf of your choice 💕
Hello anon, I'm okay...(fell down the Silm rabbit-hole tbh)
But, anyway...Here's your ficlet, sorry for the delay :(
I made it a little spicy, so be advised :D
Words: 1,8 k
Warnings: NSFW, SMUT!!!, Haldir is an idiot lol
It was a spur of the moment decision that would not look good on your résumé at all were it ever found out, but the opportunity was too good to let it pass.
You were not stalking him, certainly not, but you just so happened to know that Haldir got out of the subway almost every day around 7:37 and then took the elevator up to the street in which his workplace – he was no less than the head of security of Lórien Inc. – was situated.
This sliver of information had been betrayed by the badge – neatly tucked into the back pocket of his jeans – rather than by his own confession though, and a pang of bad conscience hit you as you watched the monitor on which he had just appeared intently.
From this moment onward, it would be a game of chance and probability, you told yourself warningly; to your surprise and his bad luck, he got into the small cabin alone – a rarity at this time of day – and, as soon as the doors had closed in screeching protest, you turned off the current, effectively trapping it midway.
Maybe, you had scheduled your inspection – completely above board for you truly were a lift engineer, not that he’d ever asked about what it was you did for a living – so that you might get a glimpse of the man you had invited to your flat a few nights ago and who had simply vanished before breakfast.
It had not even been a random fling in a bar either; you had known him from sight and always thought that he was very handsome even if a little too serious.
That night though, after a few glasses, he had smiled at you and one thing had led to another; you had been happy and elated to have taken that first step, only to know the rudest awakening of your life when he had snuck out before you had even awoken.
The disappointment and the sting of rejection had not sat comfortably, and – shrugging helplessly at the subway employee – you set out to confront Haldir about it.
Haldir looked at his watch again; he was not the type of man to suffer from nerves easily, but he was alone in the cabin, and he was not sure how long he could be stuck before anyone even noticed that he was missing.
The city was cut-throat, and Galadriel was not in the office on this day, so it was rather improbable that anyone would so much as bat an eye at one of the elevators malfunctioning; they’d simply take another one.
Likewise, people at work would surmise that he had finally taken their advice not to come in so early only to sit around making other people nervous by watching them like a hawk when there was no threat on the horizon.
Always better than to be locked in with a hysterical or claustrophobic person, he thought, for Haldir was only too aware of the fact that he was not good at talking to people and even less at assuaging their fears and doubts.
This almost laughable shortcoming was the very reason he had ruined his chances with a woman he had truly enjoyed; like an idiot, he had lain awake for an hour, careful not to stare at her while she slept, before giving up on finding the right words to express how much he had savoured their time together.
Finally, he had stolen away like a thief in the night, and he hated himself for it because he had seen potential in the way they had just clicked; she didn’t mind his taciturn spells and the sex had been beyond amazing.
As per usual though, Haldir had found a way to ruin every chance at bliss thrown his way and he was painfully aware of it as the recollection of the minutes spent in her arms kept haunting every step he took.
When a grinding, screeching noise resounded, his head snapped up in alarm only to be presented with an oddly familiar, very shapely behind and a pair of long legs dangling from the opening in the ceiling of the small cabin.
“I can’t stay long, I just had to see you!”
Oh, he knew that voice; he had heard that voice moan his name until it melted into a puddle of vague vowels; his heart stopped.
“What are you doing here?”
He looked utterly baffled and – had he not been so blindingly handsome in his three-piece suit – you would have fully relished that moment of triumph, but – as you really didn’t have much time before your little manoeuvre became highly suspicious – you simply placed both of your hands flat against his chest and gave him a hard shove.
“You could have been courteous enough to say goodbye, don’t you think?” you growled, trying not to be swayed by the earnest regret and guilt in his deep eyes that made you feel like you could see the sky despite being surrounded by sterile steel walls on all sides.
“I didn’t know how,” he muttered.
“Was I that awful? Did it really mean that little?” you spat at the same time, biting back the clichéd ‘I thought you were different’ even though it was on the tip of your tongue.
“No,” he interrupted you in a hard tone, pushing back against your hands as if he was eager to feel your warmth seep through the elegant fabrics, “I simply didn’t know what to say to you, and the more I thought about it, the less I found the right words. It was wrong of me, forgive me!”
You had expected everything: mockery, denial, even feigned anger or outright dismissal, but you were unprepared to deal with the wounded expression of knocked pride writ plain on the delicate but strong features of his marble face.
“Show me then,” you demanded when you realised that – even now – he would not go on; his jaw was set and trembling under the strain of preventing incautious words from tumbling out haphazardly.
Before you could brace, he had pounced on you like a big, sleek cat, his strong arms wrapping around your middle and his lips shifting frantically from your neck to your lips and back.
“I wanted to stay,” he breathed against your skin, “but I couldn’t face you. A woman like you deserves better words than I could come up with in that moment.”
You could imagine him – lying awake, ruminating, chewing the words that dripped one by one from his dazed brain into his mouth – and the very thought fired up your hunger; maybe, you had literally fucked his brains out.
Time was ticking, but by now, you didn’t even care about it anymore because his hands slid under the stiff fabric of your professionally demure skirt to grab your ass passionately as he pushed you up against the cold cabin wall.
“I’ve thought about you though, all the time,” he confessed breathlessly before his lips plundered yours once more, despair and boundless greed making his movements slightly less controlled than you remembered.
Already, you could feel the solid ridge of his erection dig against your most sensitive flesh through the paper-thin silk of your sinfully impractical underwear and you moaned into his mouth to keep him going.
“You deserve so much better,” he moaned, pulsing against you as if unaware of the layers of clothing preventing any actual penetration, “but God, how I missed you.”
Encouraged by his self-forgotten passion, you tugged his shirt out of the trousers and undid as many buttons as you could to slide your own hands under the fabric and across the expanse of his chest – heaving with lust – while his fingers pushed your panties aside to plunge into the waiting heat of your arousal.
“Do you…” he asked as if the slick proof coating his fingers were not convincing enough and groaned when you pushed against his searching fingers shamelessly.
“Make haste,” you begged, driven by an urgency that was only partially due to the employee waiting for your return patiently.
He undid his zipper one-handedly and before you could drive him on any further, he had pushed inside you, holding you up with his other arm.
Your mouth roamed hungrily across every inch of skin you could reach while he pounded into you, making the whole cabin rock with the intensity of all the sensations and emotions he could not put into words.
Sinking your teeth into his shoulder to stifle the moans and whimpers as he but grazed all those spots you wanted him to touch you in at his leisure, you cursed the fact that you were in a semi-public space and that you had no time nor inclination to spread out on the dirty floor of a subway elevator for him to feast on you as you both deserved.
It was a short but intense intermezzo that left your legs trembling as you adjusted your clothes as best you could while he rested his forehead against your shoulder in a rare display of vulnerability.
This was not how he had imagined his commute to work, and the intensity of the unexpected climax left him disoriented and sluggish when he needed to be completely focused for work.
“I have to return,” you said after clearing your throat.
“I want you still,” he replied as if he had not heard you, “I want to make you scream. Loudly.”
Not a man of many words indeed, you thought, and a feline grin stretched your generous mouth into a feast he could not resist, kissing you once more as if his life depended on it.
“You know where I live, huh?” you smiled as he gave you a boost to get you out of the cabin again, peppering small, titillating kisses into the back of your knee joints adoringly.
“I’ll be there,” he promised, already making plans to send one of his employees to buy champagne and chocolate as another wordless form of apology.
“I’m counting on it, Haldir,” you laughed, “because this? It’s not over.”
Spreading your legs one last time to give him a preview of what awaited him at the end of the day, you made your way back to the office of the subway where you proudly announced that all was in order.
“Yes, I’ve heard that you had to adjust some things,” the employee nodded sagely, and you bit back a snort, “we are truly lucky that you were here to fix it right away. Poor chap who was trapped.”
“Oh, he was a proper soldier,” you replied in a light tone, “I think he’ll be alright.”
And with a cheery wave, you signed the papers, and were on your way to start your actual work – and there was a lot of it on this day – that had to be completed before you would see your renegade lover again.
So, there we are...I love my anons (how are you doing dears?) but it makes me kind of nervous to write spice for them 🙈
Either way, @fellowshipofthefics here's another one for the May Challenge :D
Lots of love from me...
@shalini I hope you'll find this and like it :(
#fanfiction#fotfics may challenge#fotfics#Haldir x reader#haldir of lothlorien#Modern!AU#Lift engineer#Commuter AU#SPICE#*NSFW#*SMUT#lemons in a lift
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Chapters: 8/8
Words: 55k+
Rating: G
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga
Genre and Tags: Alternate Universe- non famous, Slow Burn, Commuters, No Smut, Fluff, Tweet fic
namgi au where they take the same train every morning and start falling for each other before they’ve started speaking because I’ve spent too much time on public transit
Fluff, fluff, fluff. This gave me Before Sunrise vibes, not only because of the train, but also for the lengthy conversations and emotional connection before they even hold hands (No worries, lots of holding hands later on). An Utopian fantasy where nothing ever goes wrong, but the writer humanizes it in the best way possible. Will re-read.
PS: Writer has added all the twitter threads on their twitter, check it out, it’s pretty cool ;) https://twitter.com/sequoiasem/status/985185835065794560
#bts long fics#min yoongi#bts suga#bts namjoon#bts rm#kim namjoon#namgi#namgi au#namgi fluff#commuter au#conversations on a train#dating#modern dating#bts fic#bts fanfic#ao3#nerd namjoon#suga#agust d#rm#fluff#bts fluff#yoonjin roommates#taegi roommates#supportive friends#twitter#tweet fic#chat fic
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firefighter!bucky x bartender!buck AU
Gale works at the haunt of the local firefighters to put food on the table and a roof over his (and his cat’s) head while he studies for his doctorate.
Bucky’s ex-military, having enlisted to the Air Force straight out of high school, but is now a firefighter and dedicated patron of the station’s most beloved dive bar. Even more so when he meets who he’s convinced is the love of his life.
It becomes a running joke that Gale refuses to both A) wear a name tag and B) tell Bucky his name.
So obviously the only choice for Bucky is to flirt with him shamelessly and relentlessly every time he’s in the bar. Pulling his metaphorical pigtails and running away.
Also: “Well if you’re not gonna tell me your name, suppose we could just share mine.” And so, ‘Buck’ was born.
Even the other bartenders start calling him Buck. When they know his actual name!!
Becomes known around the station as Bucky’s teetotaller barmaid crush. Antics, mutual pining, and falling in love ensue.
Featuring:
Curt, Douglass, Demarco, Veal, and Hambone as fellow firefighters.
‘Chick’ Harding as Station Chief.
Crosby, Brady, Blakely, and Helen as fellow bar staff. Rosie’s also here, Buck’s good friend from college who comes and hangs out at the bar often to catch up and work on legal cases on the quiet nights, etc.
Jack Kidd as the bar manager. Of course.
#clegan#buck x bucky#masters of the air#john bucky egan#gale buck cleven#things i do instead of sleep: this#no joke this idea was the first thought I had upon waking yday#mapped out a good majority of it while I was getting ready for work and commuting there 🫠#if/when (probably when) I write this this is all subject to change lmao#like idk where exactly I’m gonna put him but I have croz in here so I gotta get bubbles in too#leave it with me x#📝: firehouse!au
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i'm quite curious. (also, bare with me, i JUST discovered your page and your art looks AMAZING! so sorry if i get something wrong with your Evil!Bonnie AU)
how would Evil!Bonnie handle it if he came back to only discover that Glamrock Freddy not only moved on...but also found someone else?
(again, sorry if i'm getting something wrong about the AU, i'm still learning here)
Hii!! I’m glad you’re here! 🥺 <33
oh man… this honestly stabbed me in the heart.. evil!bonnie has hope that Freddy still misses him but if I’m this he has moved on AND found someone new, he would be devastated.. not care for anything that happens and letting himself be fully corrupted by glitchtrap cause he feels he has nothing else to be around for cause he’s not needed anymore… (((:
in the au it does end good tho, bonnie is broken out of the influence and freddy is actively trying to save bonnie and wants him back.. but this scenario is so sad-
and no worries if you get anything wrong! I honestly haven’t written much concrete about the au and a set timeline but I will eventually! <3
#I almost teared up on the commute BDJZBSBSS#ARGHHH BONNIE NOOOO#this is some hurtful angst thank you <3#my fronnie heart is hurting real good#fnaf#fnaf security breach#evil!bonnie#glamrock bonnie#glamrock fronnie#fnaf au#ask
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i need a griddlehark roadtrip type au but they would kill each other chapter one i fear
#tlt#griddlehark#like two feral cats in a taped up box#shoutout 2 the bumbleby roadtrip au i read it was nice and they went 2 walmart it was just a Little too fast paced 4 me i need sckl type of#slow burn. ALSO shout out 2 the griddlehark au where they commute an hour to and from college that has sort of the vibes i'm looking 4#maybe i'll draw it myself. ough#i need help stimulating the brainworms tho :pensive: and i don't have anyone 2 do that with. maybe if i think hard enough i can do it#sap says
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Huh? What was that? Sorry, I was just thinking about the transformative power of love as evidenced by the sheepdog getting more feral while the wolf gets more domesticated. You know, the image of the two starting out on opposite sides, as different as can be, ready to rip each other to shreds if either touches the lamb that they've decided is theirs vs. the image of the two side by side, now more like one another than they'd ever care to admit due to the very thing they had originally fought each other over, protecting the lamb as a unit. Yeah, sorry, I'm just wondering what kind of force would possibly stare down both the sheepdog and the wolf and take that step toward the lamb anyway, and all I can think of is the shepherd coming for the slaughter. Can you imagine?
Anyway, sorry, sorry, what were you saying again?
#blurple villain au#I'm So Unwell and it's all des and gb's FAULT#(this is what happens when I listen to the bvau Leo playlist on my commute)#turtlecleric ramblings
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Naga Wally Au?
Idk, I’m babysitting a snake rn so I guess that influenced todays daily Wally. Idk I know this au exists already I guess I wanted to make my own version of snake Wally.
He’s like a snake prince or something and poppy is the queen/goddess (hence the feathers) bc she’s a giant bird. Idk I’m not one for fantasy so it’s just ideas lol. I hope you like it!
#wally darling au#wally darling#welcome home#fanart#welcomehome#wally#welcome home fanart#welcomehomeau#wally darling fanart#au#Naga#Naga Wally#snake#orange#purple#red#yes I commuted Wally sin by giving him I nose#I apologize#ITS CUTE THO!!!#STILL A LIL SNOOT#but yeah poppy is like a giant bird queen goddess idk#I see her as the mom#poppy and home co-parent Wally#not just in this au but in general#that’s how I see them#I feel like home doesn’t like barnaby idk#thinks he’s a bad influence in Wally#I’m off my meds sorry
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Rolling around a modern au where Ingo never got yeeted to Hisui and Akari still isn't dawn, but she does look an incredible amount like her. Akari works at gear station with the twins and bc she looks like dawn people often mistake her for the Sinnoh champ. Akari is the youngest of the gear station crew so everyone is constantly looking out for "the baby" (affectionate) Making sure the baby has her lunch, making sure the baby has all her hygiene needs, keeping the baby safe from people who want dawn's autograph or a battle. Akari left her family at the first chance, so the support of the gear station crew means everything to her. Maybe someone, a leftover from team galactic or team plasma, mistakes her for Dawn and thinks they'll get revenge on her and abduct her. Except they made a mistake, because they took gear station's baby and there will be hell to pay.
#Dad Ingo#PLA Akari#PLA#Gear station#Pokemon#Look work families are everything to me#Not just bc I'm union but when you have the BEST work family???#It really changes how you feel going into work#Even if you're dreading a shift you know you've got support and you can handle it#I like to see gear station as one big family and ofc Akari (and Rei? Maybe her twin?) become part of it#Ingo hovers like a dad and Emmet takes them for joy rides#Laventon is a professor who is a frequent commuter and excitedly babbles on to Rei and Akari about pokemon#To the point they have to remind him he's about to miss his train#gear station family au
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Part 2 - Modern Commute AU: Bus stop
Part 1 - Metro commute
#Kakashi Hatake#Kakashi#alternate universe#alternate design#Character Design#morning commute#kakashi reading#everything is au in this one#even the book is an au#fifty-one tones of grey#naruto#Naruto Shippuden#quill-q art#sketching
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dude dude dude! imagine some vampire thinking tommy is easy target because he looks like a teen and trying to kill him when he is separated from his brothers (lets say at a ball because is illegal to make something with vampires and not involve a dance or ball) so they try to sneak on him to stab him in the back with a stake and before they are done winding up their throat has been completely slashed and by time they fall to the ground tommy has already walked away more worried about keeping his suit clean and whiping the blood of his claws
ABSOLUTELY
Tommy is actually op fighting him would not be legally advised
#wolfy tedtalks#anon#enough making him the weak one he’s now the most op person in this au#the only thing stoping him from commuting mass murder is because he’s nice and a “pacifist”#and also because he doesn’t care too much and would rather construct ugly house and train models#vampire au
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Ava's hand leaves her own and suddenly she's jumping into the ring, arms up in the air in introduction. People cheer, some calling her name in clear recognition.
Then she starts moving.
It's sharp and precise, pulsing. Her hand, balled into a fist, moved above her chest like a heart. Pumping forward and before she drops to the floor and hits her hands deliberately onto the hardwood.
Beatrice realises then that she's telling a story.
With her body. With how she takes her hands to her chest again, knees under her and head curling in against it like she's cradling before she moves up.
Like flames, it licks the floor and spreads through her body and reaches up up up. She jumps, arms spreading far before catching.
It's held in the cups of her palms and her feet are moving and before she knows it she's holding it out to her.
Beatrice stares at her, caught in the way Ava is and the music and all the people around them.
“Bea, take my hand.”
The others are encouraging, loudly, overwhelmingly, wanting the show to go on.
There's so many eyes on them.
Her chest tightens and for the second time she wishes her heart would be bigger so it could take more pressure.
“Hey, eyes on me.”
Beatrice's attention turns back to Ava.
She's looking at her with so much assurance that it's pulling. There's your comfort.
She takes her hand and gets dragged, stumbling into the ring with stiff muscles and wide eyes.
Ava comes closer, lips brushing over her ear. “Pay attention to me. Not them.”
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She's much too young for him. He doesn't want to touch her. Except he’d give the world to hold her close. He knows he’ll let his need for her destroy him.
But when she’s there, asleep, too trusting of the worst of his intentions, he thinks he feels a sort of fragile peace.
It’s in the way his fingers slip, when they brush back the copper of her hair. It’s in the gentle parting of her lips, the quiet of her whimpers from her nightmares. He knows he is a fool to keep a vigil here.
But she’s the end of him, the last face he’ll remember when he dies. And she’s a thought he shouldn’t want to live for.
Sometimes, he’ll let himself believe she’s breathed his name. And that, perhaps, the girl could come to love him too. But it’s a passing thought, on nights he knows he’s had too much too drink.
He’ll watch her from as close as he can stand it. But he knows he won’t let himself corrupt her. At least he hopes he won’t. He’ll try to do his best to stay away.
#fanfiction#Sandor Clegane#Sansa Stark#ASoIaF#Game of Thrones#January 10 2024#This ficlet is brought to you by the Kylie Minogue song I have stuck in my head on repeat.#It has absolutely nothing to do with this ficlet either content-wise or thematically.#But I was listening to it over and over again while reading SanSan modern AU fluff on my commute home today.#(Which took A While because the train was stuck between stations.)
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"Altair had gotten her frustration at 'not having a good enough sparring partner' out of her system a couple days ago, and now they were more-or-less fucking around. Malik set himself the challenge of only winning by disarm this morning, and it had only taken partway through their first bout for Altair to figure out what he was doing and be very annoying about thwarting him."
#finally figured out my commute enough to write during it baybeeee#wip#mmw au#altmal#sometimes true love is being extremely fucking dorky about swordfighting#assassins creed#assassin's creed#altaïr ibn la'ahad#altair is a little shit#malik al sayf#words that mean things#female altair
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But In The Good Old Days!
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AU Bo-Katan…
She had a massive crush on Fenn Rau when she was about 13 or 14. Like writing their names in her school notebook massive crush.
When she sneaks into Sundari to see Satine and that Jedi scum she married, she runs into Fenn (who serves in the night shift of the Mandalore Protectors), and after bickering even more than Satine and Obi-wan, she drugs him, and goes about her business.
For the next couple of years, Bo visits her sister and nephew on the sly, and while she’s there, throw a few insults Obi-wan’s way… it’s always at night, and always when Fenn is working. Just so they can bicker and insult each other.
When Pre plots to assassinate Satine, Bo tips them off.
Obi-wan assumes responsibility for handling Pre, and Fenn and Bo are charged to guard a heavily pregnant (and laboring) Satine.
They attempt to carry her to safety — and to be clear, Satine can walk, thank you very much — and bicker so much about the best way to do it, Satine gets an inkling of how Qui-gon must have felt, and tells them to get a room already, for kriff’s sake.
Cue a thousand stammering denials and muttered comments about how the baby’s addled her brain, and they find out just how many shades of red Fenn’s face can turn.
#au star wars#bo katan kryze#fenn rau#satine kryze#obi wan kenobi#mandalorian obi wan#obitine#bo and fenn could give beatrice and benedick a run for their money#shakespearean insults would make great mando’a insults#look y’all… it’s a long commute to work some days#this keeps me from screaming curses at the other drivers
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