#a security guard came to check up on me and told me there’s a bathroom 😭
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Bro I almost fainted in the fucking Tokyo train I was so scared
#cuz i was alone too ;-;#like I suddenly felt dizzy and sick and i couldn’t see anything???#like I went blind for 1MIN#my eyes were open but I saw fucking darkness#ANYWAYS i like stumbled out of the train while being blind and not able to hear anything#and I leaned against a wall#and sat on the floor for 10min#with my portable fan#a security guard came to check up on me and told me there’s a bathroom 😭#i just got up and left but anyways I thought I was gonna die LOL 😘😘#:: shenanigans 🧸
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Celos (Alexia Putellas X Reader)
Hi, bet no one saw part 3 coming so soon! But well here it is, this slow burn build up is quite fun for me 😂😂
Links to Part 1 and Part 2
Your phone ringing the following afternoon interrupted your pacing of your living room. You had snuck out of Alexia’s apartment just as the sun was rising, it was easy considering hat you had slept on the couch not wanting to leave her alone, but also not wanting to cross any lines. You had left a note on the counter with a simple message of thank you, see you on Monday.
The panic set in as soon as you got into the elevator and once you made it to your apartment you immediately changed and went on a long run, and then hit the gym. You tried to tire yourself out and when you go got back to your apartment mid morning, you decided to deep clean your apartment. When that was completed, you had resorted to pacing your apartment.
The working out and cleaning was able silence your thoughts, but as soon as you stopped the thoughts came back. You couldn’t stop thinking about Alexia. You were thinking about what could have happened to her, why you couldn’t protect her, and most of all how you were going to face her again without wanting to be close to her. You had to get the thoughts under control so you could work tomorrow and put back on the professional face to keep Alexia safe.
When the phone rang, it startled you but also shook you out of the deep spiral you were in. Looking at the caller ID you immediately straightened up and answered the phone with a “Hi Michelle.”
“Y/N, what the hell happened last night? I saw the news reports today and have been waiting for your call to update me.” Michelle immediately started in on you, her tone of voice made you aware that she was pissed off at you.
You took a deep breathe and said “Michelle, I am sorry, I just needed the morning to decompress after last night.”
The sigh she realises down the line makes you think she understands it but when she says “Y/N, you owe me more than that” you know she sees right through you.
“Michelle, I did something stupid” You tell her, as you move to sit on the couch behind you.
“Y/N” she says softly.
Placing the phone on speaker and on the table in front of you run your hands through your hair and tell her what happened finishing with “I let her out of my sight Michelle, I let my guard down and I couldn’t protect her and she got hurt.”
“She got hurt?” she asks you.
“Well technically, she wasn’t the one who got hurt” you tell her, using the reminder to press your fingers around your sore face.
“Y/N” she says with a slight warning in her voice.
You shrug as you say “I took a punch when I stepped in and neutralised the two attackers.”
“Wait you didn’t say there was two?!” she asks you.
You chuckle and reply “It wasn’t hard Michelle, they weren’t trained, the one just got a lucky punch before I could avoid it.”
“I hope you can hear me rolling my eyes at you.”
You chuckle and say “I can.”
“Can we circle back to how you think you didn’t protect her?” she asks softly.
Leaning back against the back of the couch you cover your eyes and say “Michelle, did you miss the part where she was being harassed by two guys?”
“No I didn’t, but you told me she wasn’t the one who got hurt. What I am hearing is that you protected her, you took the brunt of the anger and violence and she remained safe with not a hair on her head out of place.” Michelle firmly says.
“But it shouldn’t have happened, I should have protected her.” You say again.
“Did you check the surroundings of the room?”
“Yes”
“Was there security guards on the doors?”
“yes”
“Have you ever followed a client into the bathroom under these circumstances?”
“no”
“Exactly Y/N. You did everything right and you protected her exactly like you were trained to do. Now as your boss I am proud of you, and I am glad you work for me. But as your friend, want to tell me whats really going on?” she asks you.
Groaning you stand up and start to pace again as you say “Michelle, I almost crossed a line with her. I have never let myself get this close to a client before and I am trying to draw the line but I cant Michelle. There is something about her that I am just drawn to.”
“Y/N, sit down I can hear you pacing.”
Immediately you sit down and place your head in your hands on your knees as you start “I’m sorry-“
“No, shut up Y/N. It’s my turn to talk and you will listen to me.” She says sternly.
When you do not respond she takes it as silence and continues “You are the best employee I have, and I know that you are the most professional person out there. I know you have a past and you have seen some horrible things, and you have done some things you regret. But the one thing that I know is that you will do whatever it takes to protect your clients no matter what. Thats why I know you will do whatever it takes to keep her safe.”
“Thank you Michelle.” you tell her softly.
“Now that the boss of me is out of the way, I am just going to say, Y/N whatever happens, do not shy away from anything. Do not hide from your feelings and just embrace it for once, It’s time to finally do something for you.”
“I will try Michelle, thank you.”
“I have to go, but next time send me a text at least when you take a punch.” she chuckles.
Chuckling back you say “Of course I can do that.”
You finish off the conversation and when you hang up you feel a bit lighter but also a bit more confused. You know you need to take a step back and keep things professional but you also want to make sure that you try to do what Michelle said.
**
On Monday morning you are waiting out front of the building leaning on the SUV waiting to take Alexia to training. When she walks out you have a second to admire her, the sun hitting the blonde in her hair in the right light, as she looks down at her phone. When she looks up and meets your eyes you are glad you have sunglasses on. She smiles brightly at you and you have to pinch your palm to remind yourself of the line.
“Buen Dia Ms. Putellas” you tell her with a nod and you move to open the back door for her.
“Hola Y/N” she says and moves towards you, she places her hand on yours on the door and she says quietly to you “I missed you.”
You nod and have to look away as you say “we should go Ms. Putellas.”
She looks at you for a moment and silently climbs into the backseat. You close the door behind you and walk around the back of the car taking a deep breath to calm your mind and remind yourself to keep this professional. When you get into the car she’s looking out the window you are glad you cant see the hurt in her eyes.
The rest of the week goes much the same why, you keep your professional persona on and are able to not respond to any of her flirting. Luckily she didn’t have anything going on this week and with a midweek game there was little time to spend with her since you were driving her to and from the field.
On Saturday there was a lunch time game, which meant you were waiting for Alexia outside leaning on the car early Saturday morning. When the departure time came and went and she hadn’t come out to the car yet, you got worried. As you walk back in the lobby and move to get into her private elevator, you keep thinking about what could have happen for her to be late.
Chewing your lip your mind goes to worst case scenario and you know have your self convinced she went out last night without you and has been kidnapped. When the doors open you immediately move off them and ask loudly “Alexia, are you here?”
As you move into her apartment and down the hallway you are met with the sight of a half naked Alexia with her track suit pants on, but only a sports bra on top, she has a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth and her hair is a mess. She waves at you and moves to the bathroom to spit the toothpaste out and she yells out “I am so sorry my alarm didn’t go off.”
You move closer and lean on the door way to her bedroom where the place is a mess, there is clothes everywhere and with a raised eyebrow you ask her “did Hurricane Alexia hit last night?”
She chuckles and moves past you to her dresser to grab a hairbrush as she says “I cant find my warm up top” and she moves back by you to the bathroom to brush her hair.
Chuckling you move into her room asking “the blue and red one?”
“Yes” she says from the bathroom without looking your way.
You move slightly and pick up her bed spread off the floor and pull out the shirt she’s looking for, you hang it on your finger and turn to her asking “this the one you’re looking for?”
She turns and walks out of the bathroom with a smile and says “si, you’re a life saver.”
She moves towards you and you move the shirt behind your back and say “I quite enjoy the view without the shirt on.”
“Y/N come on, we’re going to be late” she says as she moves closer to you with a smile.
You shake your head and say “We have some time, you are always ridiculously early Ale.”
She moves even closer and stands right in front of you and asks “I guess I could just warm up in the sports bra”
“No, thats not acceptable for the queen of football” you smirk at her and move one hand from behind your back to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.
She reaches a hand out to place one on your hip as she says “It would make for a good show” she places her other hand on your shoulder. She uses the momentum to pull you closer and she presses a kiss to your cheek and moves to your ear whispering “or I could put on this warm up shirt” as she pulls back with the shirt and pulls it over her head before you can realise she was distracting you.
You stand there staring at her in disbelief as she moves and packs the rest of her stuff. Shaking your head you chuckle and say “you cheater.”
“All is fair in love and war Y/N” she says and leaves the room chuckling.
You shake your head following her out the door, you watch her gather her stuff and then head to the elevator. You follow her down as she has a firm smirk on her face the whole way. When you get outside you open her door and watch her in the car.
You get into the front seat and before you can put your sunglasses on you meet her eyes in the rearview mirror and say “for the record, I prefer you without the shirt on” and you finish with a wink and then place your sunglasses on.
She chuckles in the back and says “I will keep that in mind.”
A few hours later you had watched her score 2 goals in Barca’s 5-0 win, and you were now stood in the back of the media availability post game. She was sitting upfront beside the coach fielding questions from the media. There is one media person who has taken an extra dirty approach to asking Alexia questions. You keep an eye on her and when the time is up you move closer to Alexia to ensure she gets out safely.
Before you can reach her the flirty media person beats you to her. You stay back, moving to stand behind Alexia, knowing not to interrupt, but you have to watch as the very good looking media person places her hand on Alexia’s forearm with a flirty smile. You watch as the media girls eyes light up and track down Alexia’s face, locking on her lips.
You take a step closer and can see her hand rubbing circles on Alexia’s forearm. Your blood is starting to boil but when you hear Alexia laugh back it hurts more than you thought it would.
Moving closer you look around and see the room is clearing out and Alexia’s coach is calling her over. As she moves away from the media girl she says “I will see you at the restaurant tonight at 7 then?”
The media girl smiles and says “It’s date.”
Alexia moves towards her coach and doesn’t notice you behind her as those two words have broken your heart in two. You stand there watching as the media girl watches Alexia’s exit from the room. You continue standing there as the room clears out and all you can do is keep pinching your palm to prevent yourself from doing something stupid like punching the media girl.
When you shake your self out of it you move to get the car and when Alexia comes out she’s talking on the phone in Catalan. You open the door for her and then continue to stay silent as you hope in the front seat you drive her home. She remains on the phone the whole time, and you park outside your building, she moves to open the door but you haven’t gotten out yet.
She pauses her conversation and looks at you with a raised eyebrow “you getting out?”
Shaking your head you tell her “I need to get gas.”
She nods and says “okay I will be going out at 630.”
You nod.
“You okay Y/N?” she asks.
You still haven’t looked at her but you shift the car into park and you say “I will be ready to drive you to your date, but first I need to get gas, and you should finish your phone call.”
She takes the hint and closes the door, standing on the sidewalk she watches you drive away. You watch her in the rearview mirror and can’t help but wish it was this morning when you were winking at her in the mirror.
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Shouto gets hit by a quirk, causing him to do some unexpected things...
WC: 3.2K
CW: Swearing, miscommunication, AFAB reader (reader has breasts), fluff
Note: Loosely inspired by that one scene in the Secret Garden K-Drama where Ju-Won makes Ra-Im cuddle with him, and Love Potion No. 9 by @daycourtofficiall!! Special shout-out to @andypantsx3 for beta-reading this for me. Tysm!!
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Your Valentine’s Day started like any other. The quiet beeping of your alarm cutting through the cozy silence of your bedroom as you stirred beneath your perfectly warm covers. Blearily, you reached out hitting snooze before slipping back under your blankets. After a few minutes, your alarm went off again, and this time you threw back your sheets.
The wooden panels of your bedroom floor were cold against your feet as you padded to your bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later, you were ready to go, grabbing a jacket to protect yourself from the sharp February chill as you headed out the door.
As always, you walked down the block to your favorite cafe and ordered your usual, chatting with the barista as she made your order. Once your coffee was acquired, you ventured back out into the crisp winter air and began the quarter mile walk to the hero agency you worked at.
Walking along the sidewalk, you sipped your coffee, savoring its warmth while you observed couples all around you exchanging flowers and chocolates. That was right. It was Valentine’s Day. A little snort escaped you as you thought about the hordes of teenage girls that were bound to swarm Shouto today. February 14th, the one of the year people had absolutely no boundaries when it came to the attractive duo-toned hero.
Finally reaching the agency, you hustled inside, a warm gust of air brushing over you as you stepped through the door. Nodding at the security guard lounging at his desk and shooting the secretary a warm smile you got on the elevator. On the way up, you closed your eyes, leaning against the wall as you enjoyed the quiet, interrupted only by the periodic dings informing you that another floor had passed. Pressure beneath your feet told you the elevator was slowing, and it dinged a final time before the doors rolled open.
Stepping out, you wound your way around your coworkers, smiling and returning polite greetings before retreating to the relative peace and quiet of your office and settling in at your desk to go over some PR documents from the day before. A couple hours passed, and the documents were done so you were in the process of putting together an agenda for the day when a harried intern burst into your office startling you.
“Shouto got hit with a quirk!! We don’t know what it is, but he’s insisting he’s fine and refusing to get checked out.”
Sighing, you shut your laptop and quirked an eyebrow at the frazzled teen.
“And what, exactly, do you expect me to do about that?”
Watching him flounder for an answer, you felt a little bad for adding to his torment, so you agreed to go. Shooting your half-finished coffee one more mournful look, you stood and followed him out, closing your office door behind you. Sometimes you wondered if the handsome pro hero’s good looks were just there to balance out his complete lack of both tact and common sense. Either that, or his goal was to make the life of you, his manager, as difficult as possible.
Realizing that the intern was taking you in the direction of the infirmary you had installed in the agency primarily for Deku, you sped ahead, irritation coursing through your veins. Was it really that hard for him to just do what he needed to do and not throw a temper tantrum? Your irritation only increased as his deep monotone floated out through the open door to meet you in the hallway. Even from just the little snippets you did catch, you could tell he was arguing and being his usual incorrigibly obstinate self.
The beat of your chunky heels on the polished linoleum announced your presence as you marched in, the rhythmic thumps heralding the storm of your incoming temper. The sight of Red Riot and Chargebolt speaking in hushed voices welcomed you. Chargebolt shot you a flirtatious wink, and Red Riot greeted you with a sheepish smile before stepping aside and gesturing behind him to where Shouto was clearly arguing with your friend Aimi, who was the agency’s resident quirk specialist, and Ingenium. Nodding at Red Riot with a small smile you strode over to the trio. At least, you tried to.
Shouto noticed you before you could reach them and the next thing you knew your cheek was pressed against a firm pectoral. What? The addictive and unique scent of Shouto filled your nostrils as strong arms wrapped around your waist and back, crushing you against a muscular torso. Again, what?
It took you a few seconds to process that it was Shouto who was gripping you in a tight embrace. Shouto, the current number three hero, your boss, and also your long-time not so little crush. His cologne swirling in your nose muddied your thoughts, mixing them into a cesspool of intrusive thoughts and vague confusion. After an embarrassingly long five seconds you managed to pull yourself together and jerked away.
“Hey! What’s going on? What was that for…”
A pair of intense heterochromic eyes bored into your own, causing you to trail off as the dual toned man leaned down to peer into your face. There was an awkward pause, and the entire room seemed to be holding its breath.
“Your eyes truly are gorgeous. They might be my favorite part of you. I could gladly lose myself staring into them.”
The deep, even timbre of his voice filled the room, his words causing you to choke on your own saliva. You stared at him incredulously, unsure if you were having a hallucination due to a lack of caffeine or if he really said what you thought he did. You floundered, and just as you were finding your words he struck again.
“Although, your breasts are enjoyable to look at as well."
Your lungs officially gave up and attempted to forcibly exit your body through your mouth. Aimi spat out her mouthful of coffee all over her crisp white coat, mouthing ‘girl what’ at you with wide eyes while Ingenium’s scandalized gasp rang through the room. On the other side of the room, Red Riot and Chargebolt leaned against each other cackling.
A small, almost nonexistent frown appeared on Shouto’s face and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, his face perplexed.
“I…did not intend to say either of those things out loud. I-”
The overly obnoxious blare of Chargebolt’s ringtone filled the room, cutting Shouto off. Mouthing that it was Bakugou, the electric blond answered, holding the speaker several inches away from his ear to protect his eardrums. All eyes except for Shouto’s were on him as he spoke to the explosive hero.
“Wassup?...Oh you got her to explain her quirk to you? That's great man…mhm…symptoms? Uh, hey! Shouto! Feel weird at all?" The last part was directed at the man in question as he lowered the phone.
“I’m telling you I feel fine. I’m just a bit light headed and dizzy. It’s nothing to worry about.”
Was that a hint of irritation in Shouto’s voice? Chancing a look over at him, you noticed a slight downward tilt to his lips, which for him was the equivalent of a pout. Kaminari nodded and relayed the information.
“Yeah, he says he’s fine other than that. He has said some weird shit though. Anyways, what did the girl say her quirk was?”
There was a beat of silence as Kaminari listened to whatever Bakugou was saying, his eyes opening comically wide. His reaction and prolonged speechlessness was just beginning to make you feel uneasy when he began snickering.
“There’s no way. That’s fucking gold…yeah…how did it even happen?...You’re joking…that’s the best thing I’ve heard all year…Did she say how long it lasts for?...between one and six hours? That’s not too bad. I feel a little bad for Y/N though…Yeah, anyways see you later…yep will do…bye.”
He ended the call and turned to face all of you, barely suppressing his smirk. Alarm bells were ringing in your head. What did ‘I feel a little bad for Y/N’ mean? Why was the situation so funny? All you knew was that whatever he was about to say was not going to be conducive to the peaceful day you were hoping for.
“It seems our perverted ice prince here got hit by something of a love quirk.”
The room was silent for a moment as everyone tried to process what he was saying.
“A…love quirk? Is that why he’s been acting so weird towards me today?”
While you were glad that nothing serious was wrong with Shouto, a small part of you stung at the idea he only said what he did because of a quirk. But you were just being wishful. There was no way that a man like Todoroki Shouto, Japan’s unofficial hearthrob and number three hero would ever say, or even think something like that about you. You were just his normal -almost boring, really- manager with no special talents or characteristics to speak of. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts.
“Oh, but I wasn’t finished talking.”
Chargebolt gave you a look that told you he could sense your slight disappointment, a gleeful gleam in his eyes.
“What I didn’t get to say before you oh so kindly interrupted me was that it isn’t a normal love quirk. Instead of making someone fall in love, or acting as an aphrodisiac, it merely makes it so the affected can’t control their impulses around the person they have feelings for.”
You processed what he said, unsure if you heard and understood him correctly. If it only affected his impulses in regards to the person they had feelings for then that would mean-
No. You shook your head, resolutely stomping out the butterflies that came to life in your stomach at your train of thought. There was no reason to get your hopes up. You were reading too much into this. Todoroki probably just got confused because of the quirk and mistook you for the person he actually had feelings for. That made a lot more sense. Finally, Iida broke the quiet, his boisterous voice shattering the palpable disbelief.
“Todoroki’s personal feelings are none of our concern. Our main priority should be deciding what to do with him until the quirk wears off. Bakugou said one to six hours, correct?”
He spoke briskly, then turned and gestured at Todoroki, who had laid down on the cot in the center of the room sometime during the phone call. Whether it was because he merely got bored, or because his lightheadedness was finally getting to him, you were unsure. As all of you turned to stare at the man curled up on his side facing away from you, Aimi pushed her thin wire-framed glasses up on her freckled nose and cleared her throat.
“Erm, well for a quirk like this my recommendation would be for him to stay here until it wears off. Due to the lightheadedness and dizziness, I do think it would be best for him to remain laying down or seated so as to avoid falling and potentially injuring himself worse. We’ll also need to periodically check if the effects have faded, so we will need Y/N-.”
She gulped and threw you an apologetic glance. You thought you knew where she was going with this, and you were not exactly a fan of it.
“-Y/N to stop by every couple of hours so we can reevaluate. Is that okay with all of you?”
She mouthed an apology at you, and you sent her a glare that promised revenge. Oh she was so on her own the next time her crush, Deku, came in with some extreme injury and refused to get treated. Smiling, you angled your body, ensuring the rest of the room was unable to see you flipping off your so-called "friend."
“That’s no problem! Now, why don’t we all get back to work and leave Shouto to rest?”
Not waiting for anyone else’s answer you tried to make a beeline for the door so you could go crawl under your desk and attempt to process what the hell just happened. Unfortunately, something hindered your hasty escape. Specifically, a large, unfairly pretty hand hindered your hasty escape. Just as you had taken your first step towards freedom (and your coffee), long fingers reached up and grasped the back of your shirt, giving it a hard yank.
Caught off guard, you stumbled backward, your ass hitting the edge of the simple white cot in the center of the room. The simple white cot that the man currently gripping your shirt inhabited. Taking advantage of your momentary imbalance, Shouto smoothly pulled you over his body and onto the cot next to him, draping an arm and a firmly muscled thigh across your frame to keep you pinned snugly to his side.
The soft strands of his two-toned hair tickled your cheeks and nose as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into you like some sort of attention-starved cat. What the fuck? You blinked at everyone else in the room over Shouto’s head, flabbergasted. Weren’t you just walking away not even two seconds ago? Unfortunately, you were unable to think clearly, the addictive feel of Shouto’s body pressed against yours forcing a hard restart on your brain. It took two (or was it five?) torturously long seconds for your brain to reboot and finish loading.
Once it did, you began squirming because firstly, this was not appropriate at all. You were at work for heaven’s sake. Second of all, you were enjoying cuddling with your boss a little too much. Any longer and you might never be able to go back to living the way you did before discovering Shouto cuddles. You might even become an addict, unable to live without them. However, Shouto did not appreciate your feeble thrashing, or share any of the same concerns because he just pulled you tighter against his frame.
“Stop moving. ‘M trying to nap.”
You could feel the vibrations of his deep voice all across your body and unfortunately it did things to you. All of your muscles turned to jello and you relaxed into his warm embrace, suddenly unable to think straight. Over his broad shoulder you could see Kaminari and Aimi ushering everyone out, giggling and shooting sly glances over their shoulders at you.
Snapping a final picture, the two of them finally got everyone out and closed the door behind them, abandoning you. Just for that, next time you saw Deku you were going to tell him that Aimi had just fought a villain with an unknown quirk and needed help identifying it.
Wait, nothing about your prior thought made sense. The firm press of Shouto’s body against yours paired with the deliciously masculine smell of his cologne reduced you to a mindless idiot. Melting against him your eyes slowly fluttered shut, the beat of his heart a metronome counting out an uniquely Shouto lullaby that lulled you to sleep.
When you opened your eyes next, the room was awash with bright mid-afternoon light. Unsure of where you were, you tried to sit up, only to find you couldn’t, for there was some large object around your waist pinning you to the bed. Disoriented, you rolled over, and found yourself face to face with the one and only Todoroki Shouto, pure contentment emanating from him.
“Wha-?”
You made an embarrassingly vague and confused sound, staring at him agape with drool and sleep lines on your face. Lifting your wrist, you checked the time. It was three thirty?? That meant you had slept for six hours? Oh my god why hadn’t anyone woken you up? You jolted up, then realized something.
Wait, so Shouto had been hit by the quirk around eight o clock, which was seven and a half hours ago. And the longest it was supposed to last was six hours, so that meant the quirk should have worn off an hour and a half ago. Turning to Shouto accusingly, you opened your mouth to speak but he just pouted at you, and gently tugged you back down so you were laying beside him again.
“Hold up.” You said, pushing him away a bit so you could see his face. “The quirk was supposed to wear off over an hour ago.”
“And?” He raised an eyebrow as if you had said something stupidly obvious.
“Well, it obviously didn’t so you should’ve woken me up so we could get you looked at and-”
A large, warm palm covered your mouth.
“Who says it didn’t?”
You opened and closed your mouth at a loss for words. Wait, if it had worn off, then he had no excuses and-
You punched him hard in the chest and sat up.
“Todoroki Shouto! What about the girl you like? This isn’t fair to her. At least before you could excuse your behavior because the quirk disoriented you, but what about now? You-”
This time he wasn’t as gentle as he practically tackled you back onto the thin mattress of the cot and firmly pressed his mouth against yours. All thoughts immediately evacuated your mind, leaving only Shouto. And despite any and all common sense you thought yourself to possess, you found yourself kissing him back, tangling your hands in his hair to pull him closer. When he finally pulled away to catch his breath, he rested his forehead against yours, panting.
“Now do you see?”
His breath fanned across your face, and you had to fight to form any coherent thoughts when his gorgeous eyes were boring into yours so intensely.
“Uh, that you're kissing me even though you have a girl you like? Yeah I-”
He let out a low growl of annoyance and kissed you again, this time with more passion, pouring all of his frustration into the kiss. This time you pulled away.
“What, what are you doing? Like, obviously you’re kissing me but why? You just got confused because of the quirk and mistook me for the girl you have feelings for.”
He looked at you quizzically.
“I didn’t confuse you for anyone.”
What? Oh. Oh. Your eyes widened in realization as you stared at him.
“Oh. Ok. So, uh, you like me, and I um, I like you too, fyi, but uh why? And also, why did the quirk make you want to take a nap with me?”
“I have a confession.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “The quirk wore off while Kaminari was on the phone with Bakugou.”
You gaped at him while you did a quick mental calculation. Hold up. That meant-
“You were back to normal when you manhandled me into taking a nap with you!!
He just gave a completely unabashed look, nodding his head. You-he-! You couldn't believe him.
“So you pretended the quirk was still affecting you, and used it as an excuse to cuddle with me?”
Again, a nod, not even a hint of remorse on his gorgeous face. Wow. He was completely unabashed. Evidently tired of this line of conversation, he leaned in and resumed kissing you. And you let him, because fuck this, you could talk about your mutual feelings and his shameless behavior later.
After he finished kissing you senseless.
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A woman in Canada has died after waiting for almost seven hours to receive emergency care at a hospital on New Year’s Eve in what has been described as a “senseless death”.
Allison Holthoff, 37, from the Nova Scotia province, was rushed to an emergency room on the morning of 31 December after her condition worsened from what was initially believed to be an upset stomach.
Her husband, Gunter Holthoff, told CBS news, that she had to be carried on his back to reach the Cumberland Regional Health Care Centre in Nova Scotia’s Amherst town at 11am local time before they spent hours in the waiting room.
“She was obviously in pain,” he said on Sunday, recalling his wife’s excruciating pain and their ordeal. “I was rolling her in the wheelchair and she could hardly sit up.”
Ms Holthoff’s pain worsened as the two waited for more than six hours in the emergency department’s waiting room. They were only able to see a doctor after 6pm in the evening, he said.
By then, the doctor said, it was already too late. She underwent a preliminary examination and the nurse asked for her urine sample.
Ms Holthoff then fell on the bathroom floor as she was not able to stand on her own and required the assistance of two other people to get back onto her wheelchair.
Her condition deteriorated to the point where she was unable to sit in the wheelchair and ended up lying on the floor, he said.
“I told the nurses and the lady at the desk there a couple of times, ‘It is getting worse,’ and nothing happened,” Mr Holthoff said. “So the security guards, in time, they brought a couple blankets out and they brought us a cup of water and I used it to put some ice on her lips.”
As they continued to wait, Ms Holthoff told her husband that she felt she was dying.
“I think that she actually started saying that she thought she was dying in the waiting room outside,” Gunter continued. “She said, ‘I think I’m dying. Don’t let me die here’”.
His wife was then taken to a room with a bed, but no medical equipment. A nurse checked her blood pressure and found it to be alarmingly low.
She then received more urgent care and a doctor came to see her. An X-ray was prepped, but she was unable to breathe.
“The next thing is [her] eyes rolled back in her head and her chest started rising. Something started beeping,” he said. “The next thing you hear is over the PA, ‘code blue, code blue in X-ray.’”
“Even if she would have survived at that point... she had too long a time without sufficient blood flow to the brain and vital organs. It would have been not a life worth living,” he said.
Mr Holthoff said the system is “obviously broken” and “we need change” as “I don’t want anybody else to go through this”.
Elizabeth Smith-McCrossin, a local MLA, wrote a letter to the provincial health minister to demand an “urgent investigation” into the case.
Alexandra Rose, the provincial co-ordinator for the Nova Scotia Health Coalition, said the situation is scary and the province’s healthcare system is in a “dire situation”.
“It’s so scary. And we have to wonder, when is the breaking point? Is this the breaking point now that somebody has passed away? It was a senseless death,” she said.
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CH. 5 La Rumble
Summary: Maya opens for a famous country act. The daggers get to watch Maya preform and Phoenix receives a special gift. Maya runs into some trouble. The daggers get plastered Maya and Jake have a sweet moment
Notes: Fighting, Mentions of Alcohol.
Word count: 2.1k
As the SUV pulled in front of the venue everyone was in awe. A small lively man approached the vehicle. “Can I help you?” The man asked. Maya rolled down her window. “Hi, I’m Maya Atwell, I’m the opening act for tonight.” The little man called over the radio confirming the information he was given. After a few seconds a voice called to him informing him that Maya was the opener. “Okay, go around back, there is a spot by the buses where you can park. Here is your pass, the rest of your party will have theirs waiting with security.” The small man instructed. Rooster pulled into an alley and saw two large tour buses. A security stopped them. Maya once again informed the security guard of who she was, flashed her pass and they were shown to their parking spot. As the group exited the SUV and walked towards the back door Maya stopped them. “The owner of the venue is a friend of mine, and he is allowing everyone as a gift to Phoenix and a favor to me, so don’t go getting too rowdy. Understood?” Maya asked. Everyone nodded their heads following Maya inside the venue. A familiar face greeted the group. “Hey Cody, I was told you have some passes for my friends here.” Said Maya. “Hey!” The big guard said. “Yeah, here we go, I’m also your point of contact for tonight. For all of you tonight.” Cody said looking over the group. As he handed out their passes the group said thank you and followed him as he led them to a dressing room. “Soundcheck is in ten minutes. I’ll be out here waiting.” Cody said. The daggers settled on the furniture in the room. Maya hung up her clothes, laid out her make up and got her hair tools plugged in. “Okay you guys can chill here while I do sound check.” Maya said, leaving the room. The daggers couldn’t believe they were backstage, let alone in a dressing room. “Phoenix, your friend is really cool.” Mickey said. “Yeah. She has always been the cool friend, but this takes the cake.” Phoenix remarked.
After a while Maya returned to the room. Stripping off her shirt, Maya sat at the mirror in her tank top starting to curl her hair. Phoenix and Maya moved around the mirror in silence as they got Maya ready. Once her makeup and hair were done Maya pulled out her outfit. Changing in the bathroom Maya emerged looking like a rock star. “Okay. Nat you want to do our thing?” Maya asked. “You know it would be a proper show if we didn’t do our thing.” Natasha replied. The men looked confused. What were the girls talking about. Maya and Natasha touched their foreheads together and placed their palms together. “Mom, dad, I know you’re here.” Maya started. “Tommy, Steven, Paul and Freddie we know you’re here.” Natasha said. “Gene, Slash, Vince, and Jimi allow me strength.” Maya said. “Petty, Morrison, Jagger and Idol lend your sex appeal.” Natasha said. “Stevie Nicks, Christine McVie, Janis Joplin and Grace Slick this is a tribute to you! In the name of rock n roll!” Both the women shouted. Hugging each other, the women let out some laughs. “That is some ritual.” Javy said. A knock came at the door. “Come in!” Maya yelled. “Hey Maya, are you ready?” Cody asked his friend. Maya nodded her head. The group followed the security guard to the side stage. “Okay, here are your guitars, and some extra picks.” Cody said, pointing to a stand that had two electric guitars and an acoustic guitar on it. The lights in the venue dimmed down and the crowd cheered. Maya gave one last hug to Natasha and grabbed an acoustic guitar. During her opening number Maya looked poised and calm. Jake couldn’t help but look at her in amazement. The powerhouse voice Jake heard on his first day in Vegas still sent chills through him hearing it again. Bob noticed the look of admiration on Jake’s face and nudged him a little. Jake turned to him. “You picked a good one.” Bob reassured him. “I know I felt nothing for other girls in the past, but man she has me mesmerized.” Jake replied. Towards the end of her set, Maya signaled something to Cody. “Okay guys, just walk out on the stage, wave and come back.” Cody instructed. The daggers were completely lost but did as they were told. “I want everyone to give a big thank you to the brave naval aviators here tonight.” Maya said. As the daggers went out on the stage and waved the crowd erupted in cheers. “Thank you, Las Vegas!” Maya shouted. The group walked off the stage. Maya exploded with happiness. “Oh, I can’t believe I just played a real show!” Maya shouted. The group gave Maya a big bear hug and congratulated her on her set. The group was led back to the dressing room while the stagehands set up for the main act. After hearing the crowd got loud again Maya knew it meant Florida Georgia Line was on.
“Okay, let’s get back out there to watch these guys.” Said Maya. The group once again walked out to the side of the stage to watch the country duo perform. After their third song Maya turned to Phoenix. “I have a surprise for you.” Maya said. Before Phoenix could respond Cody was guiding her onto the stage. “Please welcome a special guest.” Tyler Hubbard said. “Lieutenant Natasha Trace to the stage.” Brian Kelley finished. Natasha was crying as she was embraced by the two men. “Now we heard a rumor that it is your birthday. Is that true?” Tyler asked. Natasha just nodded her head overwhelmed with happiness. “Well, you know that means we have to sing you a song. I want everyone here tonight to sing Happy Birthday with us to Natasha.” Brian said. The whole venue sang Happy Birthday to Natasha. Even more tears rolled down her face. Getting another hug from the duo Natasha waved to the crowd and rejoined her friend on the side. Throwing her arms around Maya, Natasha just kept thanking her friend over and over again. “It was no big deal; I knew you would like it.” Maya said. After the set ended the country act joined the group. “We are heading over to La Rumba for a little after party if y’all want to join us?” Tyler offered. “We would love to.” Maya answered. “Great, we have a couple things to take care of, and we’ll meet you there. Tell them you’re with Kelley Hubbard and they’ll let you in.” Brian added. The duo walked away and left the group in shock. “Let’s not stand around waiting for them.” Maya said. Walking back to grab her things Maya felt like the night could only get better and better. Meeting the daggers in the SUV Maya was smiling ear to ear. Guiding them to La Rumba Maya was overcome with joy. As promised the group got in using the name given to them. The daggers were flagged down by the country act at a VIP table. The large group party for a while. Maya, who knew she would have to drive back, only drank a little to keep herself sober enough to get behind the wheel. Stepping outside to smoke a cigarette Maya felt a wave of relaxation wash over her. “Couldn’t help but fall in love with your set.” A voice said. Maya felt a chill run up her spine. She knew that voice. She had hoped to never hear that voice again. “You’ve come a long way from the 18-year-old who followed me here.” The voice spoke. “Leave me alone Elijah. You stay away from me, and I stay away from you. That was the deal!” Maya gritted through her teeth. “But I heard you were thinking of leaving for California. That will be hard to do considering you still owe a few people favors.” Elijah snickered. “You don’t know anything about my favors, so stay the hell away.” Maya yelled. A few party goers and the daggers were outside watching Maya and Elijah shout at each other. As Maya flicked her cigarette butt in Elijah’s direction, she told him the conversation was finished. Elijah grabbed Maya by the arm pulling her back in front of him. “Let go of me!” Maya yelled. Elijah just laughed. As the men started to rush over to Maya and Elijah they watch as Maya balled up her fist. Landing a left hook. Elijah spun and fell to the ground unconscious. The dagger squad looked in bewilderment as Maya cradled her now throbbing fist. Jake was the first one to break the silence. “Who knew you were a southpaw. That was spectacular.” Walking over to Maya Jake cupped her face in his hands and gave her a well-deserved kiss. “Well, I don’t like it but if you like him, I’ll accept it. Just let me know if you ever lay out Bagman like that.” Phoenix joked. The group headed back inside to finish the night.
As Maya herded the now drunken daggers, she couldn’t stop thinking about how Elijah knew she was leaving for California. This thought ate away at Maya as she drove home with the aviators slurring their words to the songs playing on the radio. It reminded Maya of the old sailors in movies that would sing their sea shanties. Finally arriving at the house, the daggers were ready to pass out. Phoenix left to one of the bathrooms to shower. Maya took the opportunity to fill in the rest of the squad on the plans. “So, tomorrow, we are going to explore the strip and have dinner at a restaurant at Caesar's palace. Then another club. On Monday we have a private cabana reserved at the Bellagio cypress pool club. Tuesday we’ll explore the strip more and have dinner at Hell’s Kitchen. After that we’ll figure it out.” Maya said. Turning to a half-asleep Bradley. “Rooster, I made a couple calls and okayed it with someone by the name of Pete Mitchell to give you and Phoenix an extra night. I have arranged for a private dinner at Cipriani. Keep in mind this is on her actual birthday so don’t ruin it.” Maya ordered. “OOOOH” the daggers let out in unison. “Shut up.” Rooster yelled. One by one the daggers drifted into their rooms for a much-needed good night’s sleep. The last one in the living room was Jake. With his eyes closed, Jake was humming Jeopardy tune. Maya just rolled her eyes. How could this tall goofball be someone who could hurt her. She never understood Natasha’s reasonings and she wasn’t going to start. Tapping Jake on the foot Maya was expecting him to just keep humming. Instead, his eyes shot open, and a grin grew across his face. “Want me to join you downstairs? Or do you want to stay in my room tonight?” Jake asked. Maya was shocked, he had taken the question out of her mouth. “Well, it is my house so why don’t we go to the basement.” Maya replied. As the two stood up Jake Grabbed Maya and pulled her into his embrace. With no music Jake started to sway. Maya wasn’t sure what he was trying to do so she just swayed with him for a while. “Let’s go lay down, Bagman.” Maya teased. “No, no, no, only those guys call me that. You can call me anything besides that. Okay sweetheart.?” Jake said leaning down to kiss Maya. The kiss started slow but eventually became sloppy. Maya bit Jake’s bottom lip. Releasing a moan from the aviator. Maya couldn’t help but giggle. The intoxicated Jake was so easy to tease. “Come one Jake let’s go lay down. We’re going to have a long day tomorrow.” Maya said. “Couldn’t we just hang out here tomorrow?” Jake asked. “Nice try. If we stay here tomorrow, we won’t be getting anything done.” Maya said. “I know that’s the point.” Jake replied. Maya turned around and took Jake’s hand into her own. Leading him downstairs Maya got her way and eventually got Jake to go to sleep. Maya couldn’t sleep much. She spent the night tossing and turning. The thought of Elijah knowing her next move was something she hadn’t anticipated. How in the hell did he know she was leaving soon. More importantly who told him. Finally around two am Maya was able to fall asleep.
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I’d Love Nothing More // D.W.
Author's note: Hello beautiful people, this is part 2 of “I needed to pee?” You can find part 1 here. This one is for @gretastears, thank you for requesting a part 2. I also want to apologize for how long this took, I hope you like it! Also any and all errors are mine.
Summary: What happened after the concert.
Pairing: Danny Wagner x FemReader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Danny. some arguing. Mentions of eating and food. Fluff💕. some kissing. Mention of josh and Jake being sick.
Word count: 3.5k
Date posted: May 8th, 2022
You turn, smiling at his stance, his arms thrown wide in the air, “It's Y/N, and don’t forget it!” You shout back, turning around and making your way to the nearest restroom!
After you use the restroom you hit the snack bar again and pick up some candy for Alex and yourself, once you have the candy secured, you make your way back to your seat. Alex beams as she sees you, “ I was about to go looking for you, what took you so long?” Laughing, you shake your head, “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you!”
All throughout the show you couldn’t help but hope that Danny looks for you. At certain parts in the show you swear you see him searching the crowd, but in the end you just brush it off. He’s got a show to focus on, plus you came here to have a great time with Alex. As they get to your favorite song, you and Alex sing your little hearts out. At the end you’re both breathing hard and laughing your asses off.
“God I love you.” Alex shouts as you guys calm down a bit, the excitement and energy in the venue making you guys hyper. The buzzing of the place adds to the experience of it all.
-One god sent of an experience later-
“OH MY GOD THAT WAS AMAZING! DID YOU SEE MY LOVE ON STAGE.” Alex shouts at you, bursting out laughing you can’t help but feel relieved that you made it back to Alex. “ babe you don’t have to yell I’m right next to you,” huffing Alex grabs your hand as you guys leave, not wanting to get separated from you on the way out. As you guys slowly make your way out of the venue and back into the main hall, you meet with a security guard. “Are you Y/N?” the girl asks you, confused, you hesitantly say, “yeah, that’s me?” “Great, this is for you.” She says handing you a piece of paper, and walks away.
Confused, you open it to see an instagram handle, and a little note under it.
“Hey pretty lady from the restroom, I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. I feel horrible for the way Josh acted and wanted to know how I could make it up to you? Shoot me a text when you get this,” - Danny
You read it over again just to make sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. “Who's this Danny guy?” Looking around you check to see if anyone notices, they don’t, they're either leaving, buying merch or talking. Deciding it would be better to tell Alex on the way home instead of in the middle of a crowded hall you grab a hold of Alex's hand and tell her that you’ll explain on the walk home. You stuff the note into Alex’s bag and head out, making it back on to the streets you both start the walk home.
“So are you going to finally tell me who this Danny guy is, hmm? I know who he is but I want you to confirm who I think it is.” Alex asks you after about 5 minutes of silence walking home. “Wagner,” you mutter, face heating up at the thought of Danny. “What?” Alex turns her head to look at you, “ you mean thee Danny Wagner? The absolute babe of your dreams, the drummer of all drummers? Your one and only love? The guy you have a hug-“ blushing even more you cut her off. “Okay! That’s enough, yes him. I got lost trying to find the bathroom, and I ran into him.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me or say anything for the entirety of the show?!” “Al, come on he’s famous, I didn’t think much of it. We talked for 2 minutes, before Josh called security an-“ “YOU MET JOSH!” Laughing, you tell her to be a little quiet, “ shut up you’re gonna get the get the cops called on us.” “How are you so calm? You just met 2/4ths of Greta Van Fleet and one of them was the guy you have the hots for!” Coving your face you can feel more heat rising to your face, “ I don’t know, I just am. It’s not like we’d see each other again.” You tell her as you uncover your face and walk a little bit faster.
“Hey, hold on. Did you say Josh called security on you?” She asks as she catches up with you, “yeah, he thought I was a crazed fan. I don’t know if you remember a couple of weeks ago when some crazy person got backstage?” “Oh yeah, that guy with the crazy eyes, right?” “Yeah. Well they doubled up on security so that wouldn’t happen again. Anyways Josh thought I was there to try to do something and I guess he freaked out when he saw me talking to Danny.” You say nonchalantly, knowing that Josh was just being protective of his brothers and friend.
“So are you going to text him?” You and Alex had made it home about an hour again, both of you now in pajamas and finishing up eating take out. “I’m not sure yet, I want to but I also don’t because I don’t feel like he should have to apologize or do anything for me.” You tell her, as you lean back against the couch looking over at her laid out on the floor in front of you.
“Why not? He feels bad and made it a point to have security come find you, and give you that note so he could apologize. Plus who knows he could have the total hots for you babe.” Wiggling her eyebrows at you, you can’t help but laugh at her. “We just met!” You laugh, throwing a pillow at her, “seriously Y/n, what’s the worst thing that could happen?” Sighing you, rub eyes in frustration, “I don’t know. I really like him, Alex. I just don’t want to embarrass myself or get my hopes up for nothing.” “You’ll never know unless you text him babe.”
Knowing she’s right you get up and look through Alex’s bag for the piece of paper. Finding it you open it up and grab your phone. Pulling up instagram you start typing the username into the search bar, @rengaw.d finding the account. You hesitate before clicking a follow. The account is private but you can kinda make out a person with hair that looks similar to Danny’s in the little profile picture. Getting anxious you put your phone down and decided to go back to talk to Alex. “Alright I did it,” “good, now we wait and see what happens. I’m telling you y/n everything is going to be okay!” She reassures you, “thanks, although I think we should go to bed.” You tell her picking up yours and her trash, heading to the trash can.
“Goodnight. Tell me if he messages you back.” Alex tells you as you guys go your separate way to your bedrooms. Getting ready for bed you do a little night routine and get into bed. Checking your phone one last time you debate about whether or not you should check instagram. Finally caving in when you check it, a little red 1 bubble stares back at you, along with a new follower notification. Okay, everything is okay, just breathe.
Click on your message and you see, “hey pretty lady,” you can immediately feel the heat rushing to your face. Trying to not have a heart attack, you click on the message, okay just be cool. “Hey pretty lady, I'm so glad you decided to respond to my note!” Smiling so wide you can feel your face start to hurt, “ how could I not? I had to let my favorite drummer know he killed it out there tonight.”
Getting more comfortable in bed you can’t help but get excited at the thought of actually talking to Danny again. “You’re too kind. Wait, I’m your favorite drummer?” You can’t help the giggle you let out at that, “well yeah, I mean I like the band. I just happen to like you a little more 😉” as soon as you hit send you know you penitentially messed, sitting up in bed you try to not freak out too much. Closing the app, you decide to get Alex for help.
Getting out of bed you make your way to Alex’s room, knocking lightly, you lean against the door. “Alex, are you awake?” A muffled, “come in,” is heard and you're quick to open the door. “I thought I’d be waiting all night for you.” Rolling your eyes at her you get into bed next to her. “He replied,” “what did he say?”
“We’ll I kinda told him, he’s my favorite drummer and that he killed it tonight and that I like him a little more than the rest of guys?” “Y/N!” “I know, I don’t know what I was thinking, what if I read into it too much or thought he was flirting and he wasn’t, what i-“ rambling, Alex slaps a hand over your mouth. “ shut the fuck up. Stop all of that negativity, you’re a catch and he was so flirting with you! How wouldn’t you’re a great person and adorable!” She tells you to take her hand off of your mouth.
“Yeah but Alex, he's a celebrity!” Sighing, Alex shakes her head. “ who is also just a normal person, with normal feelings!” Grabbing your phone she types in the passcode and goes to Instagram. Clicking on your inbox, you see there’s a new message or messages from Danny.
“Haha, we’ll I’m glad to hear that. I like you a little more too.” Sent 15 minutes ago
“ I’m sorry did I overstep by saying that?” Sent 10 minutes ago
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you during the show. If anything I just wanted to see if I could make it up to you for the way Josh acted and how security treated you? If not that’s fine, I just figured I’d try? Sent 3 minutes ago
“Yeah he’s totally not into you y/n,” rolling her eyes Alex is quick to reply.
“No you didn’t over step, I had to take my dog,” grab your phone from her you say “we don’t have a dog, Alex!” Grabbing the phone back from you, “He doesn’t need to know that” she tells you, and continues with writing out a response.
Sliding down the bed beside her all you can think is; you don’t want to embarrass yourself.
“Done. You have a date tomorrow morning. He’s taking you to breakfast before he leaves tomorrow night.” She says nonchalantly, handing you back your phone.
“What! Alex no!” “What do you mean no? Babe listen to me, you have a crush on him, he just said he likes you, what’s the problem??” “I don’t know everything, why does he want met up again? Why is he being so nice?”
“Y/n, babes calm down please. It’s going to be fine, he said just wanted to make it up you from what happened that night. If anything you guys have breakfast and then go your separate ways!” She tells you to hug you to herself trying to calm you down. “ I want what’s best for you and as you best friend, you deserve to be able to hang out with your celebrity crush. Plus who knows what can come from this?” Signing you to relax into her more, “I guess you’re right.” Laughing she lets you go and sits up, “come off to bed for you, he’s taking you to that little breakfast place that opened up down the street.”
“You mean Peter's café or are you talking about Wanda’s dinner?” “Peters, there’s indoor and outdoor sitting. I’ll help you get ready in the morning.” She tells you lovingly, hugging her, telling her good night and head out of her room. “Thank you Al, love you.” Smiling she tells back, “ love you too!
-The next morning-
“WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!” Groaning into your pillow you grab your phone to check the time 7:30 a.m. yawning you roll to the other side of the bed and snuggle into the blankets. Starting to fall back to sleep, loud banging jolts you awake.
“GET UP OR IM COMING I-“ it was already too late, Alex barges into your room. “ nooooo,” you groan, covering your face with your blanket. “Yes! Now come on, you're supposed to meet Danny at the café at 8!” She sassly tells you, as you hear her rummaging through your drawers and closet.
“ Do you think I have time to shower?” “Yes but make it snappy, you’re already late.” Not turning around she finds a towel in your closet and throws it at you. Quickly shuffling out of bed you grab you towel and for the bathroom.
-One shower later-
“Are you sure this is okay, I mean it’s not even really a date.” Rolling her eyes at you, you can’t help but to glare back at her. “Babe this is a date, it’s going to be great, and you’re going to fall in love and get married and all that fun stuff.” “Alex, come on seriously, I’m really nervous.”
“Y/n, I’m serious you’re a total catch he’ll be lucky enough to spend today with you! I promise babes now let’s go.” Grab your phone, keys, and wallet, you follow Alex out the door. “I’m going to drop you off, so just text me when you want to be picked up.” Nodding along, you guys get into her car and make your way to the café.
-10 minutes later-
“Okay remember don’t do anything I wouldn’t and if you do, make sure to use protection.” She says, smiling brightly at you, “okay mom thanks for the advice. Bye” laughing as she waves excitedly at you before taking off. Taking a deep breath you make your way inside the café.
“Hey y/n!” Looking up, you see Danny sitting at a table by a window off to the left side. The sunlight that filters through the sun shade casts a golden hue over Danny’s face. Highlighting his smile, he’s got his sunglasses hanging from the collar of his dark grey band t-shirt, and his hair is half pulled back. “Hi Danny.” You smile as you take a seat across from him. “It's nice to see you again,” he smiles at you, you can feel your heart melt right on the spot.
Blushing, you thank him, and right as you go to say something a waiter comes by to take your orders. “So are you excited for your next show?” You ask sipping on your drink, giving him your undivided attention. “Yeah I am, so far the tour has been going great. Except for that person getting in through security and back stage and Josh and Jake getting sick. It’s been pretty good.” You could listen to him talk all day long. “Yeah, I saw that. I’m glad it wasn’t bad for Josh and sad that it was a little worse for Jake but I’m glad Jake is doing better. I was worried there for a bit. Your guys' health and wellbeing are way more important than any show. Although I do respect the amount of energy, time, and dedication you all put into your jobs. As a part of your fan base I can contest for all of them when I say we care about you guys and want you guys to be safe.”
At your confession, you can see a slight shading of pink across Danny’s face. “ Thank you, that's really kind of you. It’s what we love doing and wouldn’t want it any other way.” He tells you, right as your orders arrive. A thank you is passed on to the waiter and you both dig into your meals making small talk here and there.
The conversation went incredi smooth, talking about the tour and how it was nice to get the opportunity to perform in different countries again. Seeing international fans, new places and eating good food. It was so easy to talk to him. He made it easy to sorta spill your guts and tell him about yourself. You guys ended up spending a good four hours together.
Which probably would have been longer, but Danny did have a flight to catch later that day and you needed to get ready for work the next day. Danny kindly offered to walk you home. Since you didn’t live too far and you guys wanted to spend more time together, before going your separate ways. “No way, you were the one that threw that beer!” You and Danny had been exchanging stories of the festivals you guys had been to. Apparently you both have circulated quite a few festivals, both as fans and to attend a show where he and the boys played. “Yeah I was trying to get the security's attention and I knew if I threw the beer someone would come and break up the fight!” You’re telling Danny about one of the festivals you attended and how a group of guys start to brawl right next to your group and no one was helping.
It’s another 5 minutes of you swapping stories and learning more about each other before you make it to your front door. “This is me, would you like some water or want to use the bathroom before you make your way back to your car?” Danny had told you about how him and the boys had decided to rent a rental car since they were here for a week. “No, I’m alright thank you. I had a really great time with you today, it was nice to get to talk to you and get to know you, without being asked for a picture.” You knew being a well known musician Danny didn't get much privacy but loved when fans would come up to him and the boys. Seeing how their music affected people was really rewarding for them, at least from what Danny told you.
“I had a good time with you too! Don’t worry by the way, I’m not going to tell anyone about today. I don’t want to start any drama for you.” You both laugh a little at that, looking at you, he has his thumbs hooked into the front of his jeans. “Thank you, I really wasn’t worried about that honestly.” He tells you, stepping just a tad bit closer to you. “Really? Well now I gotta let my tumblr friends know all about this.” You laugh, head thrown back, as you sober up from your laughing fit. You see Danny staring at you a little intensely. “What?” You ask a little nervously, as he just stares at you, you subconsciously start to reach a hand up to your face when he asks. “Can I kiss you?” Blushing you drop eye contact, not expecting him to say that.
“Yes.” You giggle, blushing even more, as he steps more into your space. Moving his left hand to pull you closer to him by your waist. His right hand moves to your neck, fingers in your hair, thumb brushing your jaw. He leans in closer, gently nudging your nose with his. “Hi,” you smile softly, trying to calm your heart that feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest. “Hey.” Danny smiles, before tilting his and lowering his head. His lips meet yours and your hands grab at his sides as his hold on you tightens.
The kiss is sweet, smiling you can’t help but think this is better than what you could ever imagine. It takes a more heated turn when he runs his tongue along your bottom lip asking for entrance, granting him, you can taste the sweetness from the smoothie he had earlier. You decided to be a little daring and gently nibble and suck on his bottom lip. A small groan slips past his lips, rumbling low in his chest. Blushing you pull away needing to breathe a little.
“Yeah it’s definitely going to be hard leaving after that.” He sighs, laughing as you pull away from him. “Hey you’re the one that asked to kiss me!” Smirking he pulls you in by placing both hands on your cheeks and kissing you again. Melting into him, you're stunned frozen in place. “Wow and I have to just let you leave after that.” Rolling his eyes he drops his hands. “Way to ruin the mood.”
“Yeah sure it was me,” you both share a laugh, a little bit of a dip in the mood is felt between you two.“ I would really like to see you again.” He tells you, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together. “I’d love nothing more.” You say smiling at him.
Part 1
#danny wagner#danny wagner x y/n#danny wagner x reader#greta van fic#falling-solar-system#I’d love nothing more // D.W.
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DUSKWOOD × Our Glorious Time ❤️
Part 03
Genre : Romance, Friendship
They went inside while others waited outside.
Jake : Well there is no point of sticking together. We have two surveillance room in our school. And we need to check both. Let's get divided.
Tia : I am going with Jake.
(Emma sighed)
Tia, Jake and Emma went upstairs. It was too dark.
Jake : Here we go. Tia, wait here and keep your eyes around. If you see any guard, just knock the door and hide yourself.
Tia : Me?! Emma can do it too. I will go with you.
Emma : I am regretting decision. ( Emma mumbled to herself)
Jake : Emma possess knowledge about computer. She can help me inside. So just stay here.
Inside the surveillance room,
Jake sat at the computer to delete the footage while Emma held the torch for him. They didn’t turn the lights on as security guards could see it. They almost finished their work when Tia knocked the door.
Emma : Oh no! Someone is here!
Jake : Wait a minute, it's almost done.
Emma : Hurry up!
Jake turn off the computer and they heard someone is opening the door. Emma pushed Jake to the bathroom and closed the door behind.
Emma : What now?! ( she whispered)
Jake : You are asking me?
Emma : C'mon, we can't afford fight now.
Jake saw two guard were looking around the room through the door gap.
Guard 1 : Look I told you, no one is here.
Guard 2 : But I thought I saw a flash.
Guard 1 : You must saw wrong.
Guard 2 : Maybe you are right. Let's go.
Guards left. Jake and Emma came out.
Jake : Now let's get out of here.
They were about to left when they heard the door again. They hide themselve below the desk.
Emma : Jake?
Jake : What?
Emma : There is something on my feet. I am gonna scream!
Jake : Don't you dare! ( He pressed Emma's mouth as she was about to scream. She grab his shirt tightly and closed her eyes out of scared.)
Tia : Jake? Emma?
Jake : Is it Tia?
Jake came out and helped Emma. She was still frightened.
Jake : We are here.
Tia turned her torch to them and screamed a bit.
Tia : What the heck you guys were doing there?! ( Jake's shirt and Emma's hair both were quite unsteady. Also they were under the desk together it all seemed suspicious)
Emma : Are you nuts? We will get caught.
Tia : I am nuts here now? What were you guys were doing there?
Emma : Of course we were hiding!
Tia : Hiding?! In this state!
Jake : What are you implying to?!
Tia : Just look at your shirt and her hairs. You both....
Emma : What?! Are you really out of your mind!
Tia : Yeah I am!
Jake pulled Emma outside.
Jake : No need to argue with her.
Tia : Jake!
Tia shrugged out of frustration then followed them.
Next morning, Jake sat at his regular place. Emma arrived at class but sat at another place a bit far from Jake. Jake expected her to sit with him as she always sit at the first row. Emma didn’t talk to him either. They left their bags on the desk and came out for morning assembly. By the last of the assembly their Principal started to talk over the microphone. He stated how some students escaped from school. And of course, how their evidence got disappeared. The whole time this group of criminals were looking at each other. Jake was looking at Emma but she was looking straight. She knew his gaze is following her but she controlled herself to not look at him.
During the break time, Jake hurried to catch her. She ignored him the whole time. But he didn’t know where is she.
Jake : Liona!
Liona : Yes?
Jake : Did you see Emma?
Liona : I am also looking for her. She seemed to be really shut from last night. Is everything okay?
Jake : I will go to find her then..
Liona : C'mon, answer me at least!
Jake found Emma inside their music class. Emma was playing the piano.
Jake : Emma!
Her heart skipped a beat as he called her. But she didn’t look at him. Jake came forward by himself.
Jake : Why are you ignoring me?
Emma : Mhm...I am not ignoring you Jake. I just don't want any trouble.
Jake : Am I creating problem in your life?
Emma : Hey no! But the way Tia reacted..
Jake : She is an idiot! How can you take her so seriously?!
Emma : Should I ask you something?
Jake : Yes?
Emma : Liona said you don't get along with girls much. I also noticed that. But somehow you are different with me.
Jake : To be honest... I also don't know, but you are different. Things with you seems different.
Emma : ....
Jake held her both hand.
Jake : And that's why, I can't afford to lose you.
Emma : I promise Jake, you won't lose me. I won't let that happen.
Emma leaded him to the piano. She started to play a tune for him. He was sitting next to her enjoying the tune. But it seemed he mainly enjoyed the view in front of him.
After a few days, Emma and Liona were having a walk after their extra class. Jake and Mark didn’t come. Suddenly Liona's phone beeps and she blushed while looking at her phone.
Emma : Who is it? You are blushing Liona!
Emma : You got yourself a boyfriend?! Who is he?!
Liona : Mhm...
Emma : C'mom, just say the name!
Liona : It's Mark.
Emma almost chocked her breath.
Emma : What!! Impossible! You both used to hate each other!
Liona : Before we did. But now it seems we... ( She blushed)
Emma : I don't think, I am the right person here to judge.
Another day at school,
Liona was sitting on the swing while Mark was taking her photo. Emma was busy on her phone while Jake was solving some question. He had a glance at Liona and Mark and sighed.
Jake : They both are...
Emma : These lovebirds are out of line now.( Emma role her eyes at them)
That's when Hannah approached.
Hannah : Jake! Emma!
Jake : Yes?
Hannah : Your class teacher called you guys
Liona and Mark came over.
Liona : For what?
Hannah : Who knows? But he wasn’t look so happy.
Mark : Did you guys done something wrong? I mean again?
Emma looks at Jake remembering how they both broke their lab equipment last day.
Jake : Let us go and see.
Author Note : My apologise about part 2. You guys might notice that story didn’t match at the last. It was coz I mistakenly paste my another fanfic with this one.
#duskwood#mc duskwood#duskwood jake#jake donfort#hannah donfort#duskwood dan#duskwood jessy#duskwood phil#duskwood richy#duskwood fanfiction#duskwood family#duskwood fandom#jake × mc#jake and mc
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Chapter Five-
TW: Frederick post burn
Once you picked up the phone, you knew it was work related but that feeling in your gut told you otherwise.
“Hello Jack, can I help you with something?I'm at work.” You look around and step outside of the building, hoping nobody would notice you quick absents.
You hear Jack sigh on the Other line of the phone. “Alana Bloom, Freddie Sounds, Will Graham and I had met somewhere to discuss the ‘tooth fairy’ killer. I don’t know if you’re aware of the tooth fairy killings at all?”
“I’m aware. What’s this about, jack? I only have a few more minutes until my coworkers realize i’m gone.”
“Were you aware that one of your coworkers had been attending this? Frederick was supposed to be escorted by security after. We noticed the car hadn’t left and saw the two guards dead and Frederick missing. Has he came into any contact with you?”
That’s when you felt it. You felt like you were going to get sick. You knew that he was constantly in danger. He didn’t even have to tell you what happened to him, he was constantly shit talked about at work.
“I was in the know about him going, yes. But I haven’t heard from him in hours. Please just promise me that you’ll keep my updated.”
Jack agrees and you both hang up. You go back to work for the rest of your shift.
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It had been hours since you and Jacks phone call and you had already left to go back to your apartment. You were hoping that he would just come knocking on your door or at least texting you telling you that he’s okay. So you decided to take a nice bath with bath bombs and hopefully calm yourself down. You got in the shower with a shower tray and on the tray you had a glass of red wine along with a tub of your favorite ice cream. You took a sip of your wine and after you put it back, you sat your head on the rim of the bathtub. You felt your head start getting heavy. Then it went black….
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You woke up to the sound of your phone on the bathroom sink going off. You looked outside of the window in your bathroom just above the shower and noticed it had gotten dark since you got in the bathtub. You grabbed your phone to answer the call and saw the time was 10:00 PM. The caller ID was Alana Bloom so you quickly answered before it stopped ringing.
“Hey! Is everything okay?” You didn’t really think that anything bad had happened since Jack Crawford would’ve been the one to inform you if anything were to happen. But you were extremely wrong.
“We’ve found Frederick,” Alana says letting out a small sigh and sounding both tired and somewhat distraught.
“Oh shit is he-,” You stopped mid sentence. “Why do you sound like that? Oh god… what happened, Alana?” You felt the same sick feeling you felt while talking to Jack but a lot worse. You knew something appalling had happened to him.
“I’m going to need you to come to the hospital. I’d rather not tell you over the phone.”
You felt the tears start drizzling down your face.
“I’ll be there in Fifteen. See you there, Alana.”
As soon as you hung up the phone, you started getting dressed while all of he tears came streaming out like a waterfall. You tossed on a white tank top, black zip up hoodie, and black sweat pants. You didn’t have time to do makeup so on the car ride there, you quickly did mascara and lipgloss. Once you arrived, you practically ran in the building. You ran to the check-in desk.
“Hi! I’m here for a Frederick Chilton.” The desk lady looks up at you as if you’ve disturbed her.
“We're only allowing family and FBI as of right now.” You roll your eyes at her.
“Please. I’m begging you I HAVE to go see him or at least please tell me why he’s here,” You say nearly having a breakdown in the waiting room. You then hear a male voice beside you.
“Let her see him. Inform her of his injuries.” You look over and see Jack Crawford showing the lady his FBI Badge.
“What the HELL happened, Jack” You look up to look him in the eyes with tears blurring your vision.
“Do you have a relationship with the doctor, Y/N? He asked us to call you when he was found and brought into the hospital.”
“The hell does that matter? I just wanna know what happened NOW!!” You knew that Jack was trying his best to calm you down when he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you. You both always had a strong relationship. You two were like father-daughter.
“He has third degree burns covering his body.” Jack starts walking you back Fredericks room in the hospitals burn unit.
“How did it happen?”
Jack stops you outside of his room.
“He got kidnapped by the dragon. The dragon bit off his lips, one of which were eaten by Hannibal Lecter. The dragon also as i’ve said before, lit him on fire. He said your name when they brought him into the ER. He’s trashed. You’re gonna want to get ready for this. Will Graham came in and he might still be in there if he hadn’t left already.”
You nod and walk into the room, seeing Will Graham still there along with Frederick in a tub. Will noticed you slip in the room and he had a sort of sympathetic look on his face. It looked genuine but at the same time completely fake.
“Aren’t you an empath? Shouldn’t you feel bad for what you, Alana, and Jack did? You set him up!”
“I'm aware and feel sympathetic to the both of you. I’m going to just leave for you two to have your time.” Will walked out of the room, leaving the silence between you and Frederick unbearable. Just like Jack had told you, he had been trashed. But he was your man. You fell for him and were still in love with him.
“Don’t look at me,” Frederick says slightly turning his head to get you out of his view. “I look awful. You don’t deserve this. Please, just go back to your apartment and don’t come back. It’s late and you need sleep.”
Your tears had forced your mascara to run down your face, underneath your eyes. It made you look like you were a mess and hadn’t slept in days even when you fell asleep in the bath for hours.
“Frederick, i’m NOT leaving. I don’t care about the way you look! I really don’t! I wanna be able to stay and help you through the recovery process. I wanna help you though this ether as your girlfriend, or as a friend. Just please, i’m begging you let me help you. I know you’re independent but for this, you need support. But when you need a break, i’ll give you one. I’ll respect your boundaries!” You stood waiting for a response for at lest a minute. The awkward silence had filled the room. You had never heard silence quiet this loud.
“Fine. But promise me you’ll get sleep and go home now.”
“Promise.”
#frederick chilton x reader#frederick chilton#hannibal#hannibal nbc#hannibal x reader#raul esparza#fanfiction
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I have been struck by lightening twice. Both times there were no real ill-effects that were lasting.
The first strike occurred when I was in high school, back in the 1970s. I was on the family phone in the kitchen speaking with a friend. There was a thunderstorm at the time, and I had heard this could be a potential danger. Yet, I was 16 or 17, never considered this danger, despite the fact that there was a telephone and power pole just outside our backyard property line.
I heard a loud boom in my left ear, and it felt like I had been hit by a baseball bat. The blast knocked me high over the kitchen table and chairs; the table was already set with dishes, glasses and the flower centerpiece. My flight didn’t touch anything on the table, and I hit the wall on the other side of the room, which was 20 feet away.
My Mom heard this and came running in. I had no idea what had happened, but she led me into the bathroom to clean up and splash water on my face. In the mirror I saw that half my face, neck and down into my shoulder and chest looked sunburned. I couldn’t hear in my left ear. My shirt collar had been burned black and was actually still smoking. Mom rushed me to the hospital.
The doctors checked me out, concluded that I’d been struck by lightening and would be fine in a few days. I was.
Some 40 years later while teaching in Guangzhou, China, I was apparently struck again. I say apparently because I remember nothing about it.
I had gone to the market to buy a few groceries and was walking to my apartment complex during a heavy rainstorm. These can be sudden in the spring and summer afternoons and can last for five minutes or hours, so people always carry an umbrella during those months. I was only about five meters from the front security gate and booth and glad to be home. That’s the last thing I remember until the next morning.
I woke up early feeling great, energized. But I was nude and so was my bed—no sheets, blanket, pillow cases, etc., and not a stitch of clothes on me.
I thought this was odd, but felt too good to let it concern me. After my morning ablutions, I went into the kitchen to make my morning coffee. There I was met by more mysteries.
It drives me crazy when someone leaves a cabinet door open; “Get what you need and close the damned door.” But every door on every cabinet was wide open. An even greater “What the hell?” is that every plate and bowl I owned was filled, piled high with steamed rice. Nothing else just cooked rice. Plus, my two largest pots had leftover rice in them. I had cooked enough rice for 40–50 people. I had no idea why and remembered none of this. I would not do these things. But I had to finish my morning pre-school ritual, so I put it all out of mind.
My wife and I were teaching at different schools then and during morning break at 10:30, she texted, “Any adverse effects from the lightening strike?”
I thought she was setting me up for some kind of practical joke, responding, “What the hell are you talking about?”
At lunchtime, she called and told me that I had called her about 6:30 the previous evening to tell that I’d just been struck by lightening, but the security guard had helped me get into my apartment and I was fine. Then she said that almost exactly one hour later, I called and told her the same exact thing. She claims I swore I couldn’t have called before because it had just happened. She could tell I wasn’t thinking clearly and didn’t argue, just told me to go rest.
I figured this was still a joke, but my curiosity was piqued. I wondered why I had cooked all that rice, woke up naked, etc. I could remember nothing from the night before and couldn’t wait to get home and look around my apartment for anything to spark my memory.
Once home, I explored my flat. When I opened the door to the guest room, I did discover more oddities. I only ever went into the room once a week to clean, so what I found deepened the mystery.
All of the items I had bought at the market were set in perfectly straight lines across the desk and bookcase shelves. Even the perishable meats, cheese and milk were there instead of in the refrigerator. On the floor beside the bed were all of the clothes I’d worn the day before and a towel, crumpled on the floor and still soaking wet.
Still, nothing sparked any inkling of memory or understanding. I figured there was nothing to do but clean the place up. Throughout the week, I was unconvinced that I’d been struck by lightening as my wife kept trying to tell me.
I lived a three minute walk from school so on Friday afternoons, I’d go home during lunch to change into more comfortable weekend clothes then return to school.
Wearing my weekend athletic shoes, as I walked back to school, my left heel was sticking some and there was that unmistakable smack of gum on my shoe. Getting to my classroom, I immediately sat down, grabbed something to scrape off the gum and turned my shoe up to do so. It was burned black and partially melted. “Shit! I guess I was struck by lightening.”
That evening a Chinese friend agreed to act as translator and we asked the security guard about it. He confirmed, stating that he’d actually seen the lightening bounce off a building, hit a tall palm tree, then jump to my umbrella. He said I was knocked flat, the nylon umbrella was on fire, but I claimed that I was all right. He wanted to call an ambulance, but I wouldn’t let him. I just wanted to get to my flat. After helping me there, he did call an ambulance and sent them to me. According to him, they examined me in my apartment and wanted to take me to the hospital. I apparently refused and kicked them out cursing.
I remember none of this, but it obviously did happen. I kept the burned, melted heel from my left shoe as a souvenir.
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So I'm in Tokyo now and having second thoughts
I feel so bored, I know I still have to secure a place but I wish I could explore the city. It's cold too.
In one way I'm glad to put more space between me and my trauma back home but in another way I fear I'm making new trauma here.
The other day some subscriptions I forgot about took money out of my account and depleted it, I couldn't afford any more days so I stayed in the lobby of my hostel for as long as I felt comfortable and then left out. In hindsight, they didn't seem to mind me being there since it's also a laundromat but I was afraid they'd tell me to leave so I left before it came to that . I walked around for hours in shorts and my sweater to keep me warm, lugging around my suitcase all the way. Another thing I should have done, luckily Tokyo has many public bathrooms and they have emergency buttons, I should have clicked the button at the bathroom I found to get help for the night but I didn't know if it would do anything so I left the emergency bathroom button as a last resort to come back to.
I winded up in a busy entertainment center downtown and told myself I could just wait it out until I could get some money in the morning from one of my parents but I knew that wasn't gonna cut it because it was so cold so I walked to a hospital for help. The woman there did not give a fuck about my predicament and told me to go to the police. They cared even less, with this one spikey haired bespectacled policemen taking pleasure in watching me cry unsure of what I was going to do. We had to use Google Translate to communicate and he would point the phone at me then take it away with a faux stoic look on his face when my finger got close to it to type, turning on voice chat (I understand if he didn't want me touching his things but the way he did it it was clear he was trying to be funny). I left the station and at first resided myself to freezing but then I figured the best case scenario would be to go to the close by 24 hour family mart and come up with ideas there. Once there I did what I almost never do out of fear of rejection and seeming like a freeloader, I asked my cousins and a boo of mine for money.
Luckily they came through and I was able to buy another night at the hostel I was at, and then a couple more nights at a new hostel where I would have more outlets to use my things. As I was standing around my hostel a dude came by and talked me through my situation, I was on guard at first but he was kind and helped pick up my bags, I apologized for my intial reaction to him. I was considering roughing it until my hostel opened up but this guy came by and with the help of some girls who walked by us got me checked into a karaoke internet cafe so I wouldn't be out in the cold. Ironically, I believe he's also residing at the hostel I'm at now lol. Nice dude. I needed this kindness from the people I met that night to make me feel better.
Idk how this happened, and all I can think about is what if things were even worse than they had been for me that night. It triggered my homelessness trauma, It triggered my OCD intrusive thoughts and I'm trying to figure out where all the money I had before I left LA went. I should have budgeted. I should have and I didn't and I paid the price. I have money now from being paid but I am driving myself sick with all my what if questions.
Part of me still wants to stay in Tokyo but the other part wants to leave. I think the discipline could be good for me but I miss the US. I miss seeing people that look like me often, I miss knowing if I was in a dire situation atleast as a last resort I could go to the hospital or find a shelter easily (I hate mat on the floor shelters which are usually the only kind available any day, but the alternative that night was sleeping in a public bathroom until help arrived) . I miss going out to the club (I could go out here but idk if it would feel the same). I just miss connection and while I've made friends here it just isn't the same.
Also, I miss sex but I'm trying not to sin anymore. Even though I don't think of myself as a Christian, I consider myself Yoruba, I do think sometimes my idea of God is still based in Christianity and It feels weird, that someone like me is trying to make sure I don't break Abrahamic religious rules but I don't know. I just miss the feeling but I'm worried about angering God. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the feeling of being laid up in someone's arms, their dick pressed firmly against my vagina lol. I know while in Tokyo it'll be awhile for me before I get it (especially since Tinder isn't approving my age verification method smh since I'm out the country I figured I might as well rejoin that app again since It wont be as easy to talk to people at the club but looks like thats a bust) so I guess I better get used to not having it. Ugh.
Orishas, please show me the way. I am confused all the time. I just want to make sure I'm following my path and doing what's right.
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Taxi by Bobby Womack
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The security guard at the Greyhound station said that he was letting people out to smoke n even tho me had no cigarettes me went out n asked one of the dudes that was there if me could have a cigarette he gave me a cigar instead me was the only woman there the woman who pointed me out to the security guard came in after they closed off the streets that's why me was kinda shocked when he let her in cause he said nobody could leave or come in cause they were closed well while outside me seen a yellow taxi there n me was still on the phone with me daughter Dainasia n he asked me to come here that he wanted to talk to me n me didn't go up to him at first then he again asked me to come up to the cab he wanted to asked me something so me finally walked up to the cab he asked me what me was doing at the Greyhound and me said trying to get back home but me needed 20 dollars cash n he asked didn't me have family to help me out n me said that they were trying but everyone was broke me then asked him if he could help me out with anything n he said he would but didn't have cash on him n me would have to go to the ATM with him me didn't really want to do that n he said just like Hershey that me could trust him n asked me to get in the cab n sit so he could talk to me n so me did he then said again that he was willing to help me out but me had to ride to the ATM with him n again me wasn't feeling that he then showed me a bible n told me that he owned his cab company n was licensed by the state n that they had to do background check on him to run a taxi cab business n then asked me who me was talking to on the phone n me told him it was me daughter Dainasia n he asked to speak with her n me said daughter this taxi cab man said he would help me out with the money but me had to ride to the ATM with him btw he also was the one knocking on the Greyhound station window n me handed him the phone he then proceeded to tell me daughter Dainasia that he was trying to help me out with the money n that we could trust him n daughter Dainasia didn't respond to him n he then said u lie ain't nobody on the phone n me was like yes it is it's me daughter he then handed the phone back to me n me said daughter why u wasn't responding to him n she said that she didn't trust him n don't go with him n me was like nobody else got the money n they throwing people out who doesn't have a valid ticket n she said again don't go just wait to see what the family can come up with so me told the cab driver me was good n me wasn't going n got out the cab he said he was off work n will be there outside for awhile it was time to go back in to the Greyhound station once in there the security guard said are you gonna let him help you like he knew me was hiding cause me didn't have a valid ticket cause me never showed him once he started checking tickets me hid in bathroom so me was like u know him n he said yea he comes n gets passengers all the time from up here u gonna let him help you n me said maybe yea but remember me said if your ticket wasn't valid he was throwing people out anyways so me figured he knew me ticket wasn't valid so me went back outside to the cab n said ok me will go with you
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Van Der Wulff : The Video
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Since the school claimed that had more important things to deal with you and the rest of the people involved in the chaos earlier were let off with a week of detention instead of ISS. Which is why you still had to go gym and participate in swimming.
However, since you got out of the locker room you noticed people kept looking at you as you walked through the hallway. You even stopped in the girls bathroom to check in the mirror but everything looked normal. You were about to leave the bathroom when Tori and Camila came in. Tori immediately throwing her arms around you. “Oh my god I'm so sorry!”
“What are you talking about?” You say trying to push her off. But she was like an octopus suction cupped to your arms. “Get off of me.”
“I know how it feels Adi” Camila said confusing you even more as she approached you. She placed her hand on your shoulder “I know we haven’t always been close but, if you need a friend. I’m here to listen.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
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My heart was beating like a bullet train. I had spent nearly $60 on pills that I managed to slip into Becks locker but it was 12:58 and even though L said I had until 1. I was still nervous plus since I had left to find Fezco, I had just gotten back and found out I had a test in science class that I skipped by accident, as well as a missed call from my dad - and I wasn’t sure exactly how to call him back. What if L already reported to him and I was just on a wild goose chase.
“Kay. Kay!” I felt an arm grab me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Calming when I saw it was Hobi. Since my falling out with Yoongi, all of Bangtan seemed to be avoiding me - even my best friend. “I’ve been calling you, this whole time. Are you alright?” he says grabbing my arm almost causing him to yank me full force.
“Oh sorry, just thinking. Whats up?”
“Professor Jefferson was looking for you.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “I heard about your face,” he gently touched my cheek, though by this time the swelling was nonexistent. “I covered for you in science but Jefferson called the nurse and found out you weren’t in there. He wants you to go see him right away.”
“I’m going to get something to eat-”
“He umm..” Hobi sighed “he already told the security guards to escort you to his office if they see you in the hallway.”
“What?”
“He announced it to last period.” He said guilty and I clenched my fists.
What a prick. The whole class? This prick destroys my clothes, slaps me and now tries to embarrass me in front of his other classes? “Thanks.” I mumbled.
“Want me to come? He might be nicer with an audience.” he offers.
“Oh now you have time for me? What is Yoongi not here? Did Namjoon give you permission to talk to me again?” I shot at him a mix of anger at Luther and of Hobi’s own neglect of me spilling out before I could stop it. He stays silent looking at me sadly. “No thanks, I’ll go by myself.”
I storm off, my thoughts turning towards how I exact my own revenge on that prick for brains teacher when I am almost violently grabbed, throwing me out of my thoughts. My body spins towards the perpetrator and I see Max. “I can’t talk now, babe.” I say trying to loosen his grip. “I got to go.”
“To see Edward?”
“No” I shake my head and he gives me a look. “What? I’m not.” His green eyes dig into mine and he raises an eyebrow.
“You haven’t heard.”
“I just got back,” I quickly explain. “What wrong?”
~ ~ ~ ~
You hated being the center of everyones gossip. Everyone staring and whispering about you as though you weren’t standing right there. You heard girls giggle and men comment some dirty shit but never did you think it be that bad.
The video wasn’t even that long - a minute maybe a minute and a half. But you didn’t need to see the whole act. The video, which was on a loop, gave you just enough to understand what was going on. You instantly recognized the voices of Edward, a man who shared a tattoo of devotion with you, and Lux, the missing girl of your nightmares. It looked like a sex tape, a cheaply done one made at a party. The background of the video made it clear it was in Funhouse, you instantly recognized the chandelier and white flower wallpaper that hung proudly in Lux’s room.
“Lets go, home” Draven said grabbing you but you slapped her hands away.
“I want to see it!” You shout at her. Your voice doesn’t sound like you, it sounds bitter and hurt and it was cracking. You were going to cry. But you forced yourself to hold your tears back and watch the video.
Soft moans filled the cafeteria from the TV as Edwards hand disappeared under Lux’s shirt. “What about Adi, Eddie?” she moaned, his mouth sucking on her neck. He sat up letting her take off his shirt.
He sucked his teeth and his reply made your stomach hurt. “She’s single tonight and so am I.”
“Oh god.” You heard me say and Damien who was watching you watch the video stepped in.
“You’re going home.” he ordered but you tried to push him away wanting to find Edward.
“No” You said your voice cracking. You refused to speak anymore, not wanting everyone who's eyes were on you to hear your voice cracking.
“Yes you are.” He said lowly to you “Either you come with me willingly or I carry you out of here.” You glared at him and his own blue eyes bored into yours until you let him lead you out.
“What the fuck?” Edward asks coming into the cafeteria almost as soon as Damien packs you into his car as though it was planned like this. He paused seeing the video, Ian next to him his eyes glued to the screen. “What is this?”
“You fucked Lux?” Ian laughed “damn! Nice! you fucked the ice queen!”
“Shut the fuck up, you bloody fucking twat!” Draven spat at him. Ian rolled his eyes about to say something smart when Edward approached her. He motioned to the screen, as though to ask what was on teh screen. “You don’t recognize you? Thats your bloody ass on the screen!”
“I didn't put this here, Dre.” he said and draven scoffed. “I didn’t. I didn’t want anyone to see this, its not a big fucking deal anyway-” he paused hearing him talk about you on screen. “Fuck.” he whispered
“What? Oh let me guess, you were drunk? No, you were upset at your girlfriend and fucked another girl. Or did she seduce you?” she snapped at him and he went to speak but she interrupted him. “I stick up for you a lot, I forgive you for a lot! But- why? Who even are you? You claim your nothing like your father but, you cheat, you steal... you sell-” Edward grabbed Draven arm pulling her to him in warning. His hand squeezing her arm warning her to stop. But maybe Edward forgot who he was touching because draven easily pushed him off of her and into the wall. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Max moved towards draven and ed trying to break up the fight before it goes to far.
I moved towards the tv trying to turn the video off. “Leave it!” Emma laughed coming towards me. I pushed past her attempting to turn the TV off or find out where the video was coming from when I saw a note. A small pink post-it note on the back of the TV. I grabbed it and unplugged the TV. I palmed the note in my pocket and went to grab Draven who looked like her and Edward were about to get into a physical fight.
“We’re going home.”
“Miss Snow, Miss Patterson~” It was Luther. he seemed to be rushing in, as though he was running to the cafeteria, a flood of teachers behind him in all a similar manner. “You can’t just leave.” Ignoring him I grabbed an angry draven and headed quickly to my car.
I pushed her in the car ignoring her cursing at Edward the whole way there and took out the note. ‘SORRY FOR THE VID BUT SOMEONE DIDN’T LISTEN TO ME SO I HAD TO HAVE SOME FUN XOXO L’
someone? as in more then one? were you getting these texts too? Draven slammed the car door shut and looked at the note in my hand.
“Whats that?” I handed it to her. Watching her face closely as she read it, her eyes widening when she read the last letter. “Where'd you get this?”
“Are you getting the texts too?”
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Hair Wash ~ Kim Mingyu
A sigh came from Mingyu as he looked into the bedroom to see that you weren’t around. Several lights were on, scattered around the apartment as he went in search of you, keen to see you after his day and share the many stories that had been told. His mind was full of excitement as he passed by each room, until eventually your figure could be found.
“There you are,” he grinned as he walked into the bathroom to find you reaching up to the top of the cabinet, pulling down your shampoo bottle. “I thought you might have jumped out of the window or something.”
Your head shook as you offered Mingyu an inviting smile to come into the room. “We’re fifteen floors up Mingyu otherwise that might have been tempting,” you joked, “you were in search of me anyway?”
“I was, but it looks like you might be a little bit busy.”
As his eyes looked around the room, noticing your towel on the floor, hairbrush in hand with the showerhead prepared to use at the top of the bath, Mingyu finally remembered your plans for the evening with several of your friends.
“I was only going to wash my hair,” you spoke, trailing off as an idea quickly popped into your mind, “unless maybe someone might want to do it for me?”
“Really?” Mingyu challenged, unable to stop his tone of voice raising in excitement, “can you trust me in to wash your hair for your big night out with your friends, I wouldn’t want to mess things up.”
“It’s washing my hair Mingyu, if I was going to give you my curling wand then I might have something to worry about,” you assured him, taking a step to one side as you brushed through your hair, “so, do you think you can do it?”
His head nodded proudly as you lifted your top over your head, throwing it to the floor so that it stayed quiet. “Like you say, how hard can washing hair be? I wash my hair every day and I’ve not made any mistakes yet.”
“Just make sure that you take care of me like you do yourself,” you warned as you leant over the bath, feeling Mingyu’s arm reach behind you to lift off the showerhead and turn the water on, keeping a close eye on it.
Mingyu was careful to turn the water away from you as he waited for it to reach an ideal temperature, drafting his hand underneath it every so often. “I’ll take the best care of you.”
After a few minutes Mingyu moved the showerhead over the top of your head, carefully blocking your eyes and ears with his free hand. Once he was sure that your hair was damp, he placed the showerhead down before picking up the shampoo, squeezing a small portion into his hand.
“Now, just let me know if I get any of this in your eye, and I’ll give you a free hit.”
“I’m not going to punch you Mingyu, it’s fine.”
With a deep breath, he began to massage his hands over the top of your scalp, running through your locks to make sure all of your hair was covered. “This smells incredible,” Mingyu whispered as the scent of mango began to fill the room.
You hummed back at him as your eyes fluttered shut, embracing the feeling of Mingyu’s fingertips running over the top of your head. “It’s the one you complimented when I came to the show not to long ago, do you remember?”
“Of course,” he grinned from above you, “how could I forget the fact that you came out to Japan to surprise me on the road, that was one of my favourite memories, ever.”
A soft chuckle came from you as shampoo began to run down the front of your face, quickly catching it with your hands. A quick apology came form Mingyu as he picked the showerhead back up, checking the water temperature before turning it towards you.
His hand came around once again to protect your face, carefully moving the head so that the shampoo ran off into the bathtub and towards the plug.
You stayed perfectly still whilst Mingyu rinsed out your hair, moving his fingers through the length of your hair each time to make sure that all of the product was out. Once he was content, he reached across to turn the water off, placing the head down in the bath.
His eyes immediately looked down, stretching his leg out to pull your towel across. “I’ll dry it too,” he announced as he picked up your towel, “can you trust me to do that as well?”
“I can’t trust you with much, but I think a towel is alright,” you joked.
Mingyu took the ends of the towel and scooped your hair up, drawing it to the top of your head whilst guiding you up so that you were stood up straight again.
As your back collided with his chest, your eyes widened, bringing a laugh from above you as Mingyu noticed your expression. “Careful, you’ll turn the same colour as that shampoo bottle.”
Your head shook as you tried to keep the colour down in your cheeks, focusing instead on the feeling of Mingyu drying through your hair. His hands moved in a circular motion over the top of your head, making sure that he didn’t miss a single part of your hair.
Once the back was done, he spun you around, coming face to face with you. “I told you that you’ll turn the colour of the bottle, what’s with the smile?”
“I’m just enjoying myself,” you smiled back at him, “it’s been a while since I’ve not had to wash my hair for myself, and I have to say you’re doing quite the job of washing it, you might have yourself a job if you carry on like this.”
“Shall I just quit being an idol?” He quizzed, “become a professional hairwasher?”
Your head nodded back at him as the corners of Mingyu’s mouth turned up into a smile. His hands continued to dance over the top of your head, making sure he was focused.
“Now, as good as a job that I think I’ve done,” Mingyu began, “I think maybe your curling wand might be a step too far for me, I want you looking beautiful tonight.”
Your head instantly nodded in agreement with him, “I was thinking even the hairdryer might be a bit of a step too far for you too, I still remember the frantic call in Florida when you thought you’d set the top of your head on fire.”
His eyes rolled as he startled himself remembering the memory too. “That was the result of some afternoon drinking, and a security guard banging on my door to hurry me up for a schedule.”
Your eyebrows raised, still doubting as ever how truthful Mingyu was in telling the story for the sake of his own pride. “You’ve done a great job of washing my hair though Mingyu, it’s going to be perfect for this dinner tonight now.”
“Let me dry it for a few more minutes and then I’ll let you take control of things again.”
Your head nodded gently, “you’re enjoying yourself a bit too much, aren’t you?”
“What can I say? I just enjoy spending time with you.”
“And you love my hair too?” You asked.
“Of course, your hair is my favourite.”
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Stealin’ Hearts
George “Digger” Harkness x Reader
Fandom: DC Extended Universe
Summary: You’re a superhero and you just found out your soulmate is the notorious diamond thief, Captain Boomerang. You want to trust him, but you’re not sure you can just yet, so…now what?
Note: This is the sequel to He’s a Challenge. I really wanted to write a second part lol so here you go!
Warnings: Alcohol mention.
Word Count: 1.5k
Reader is: Female (but I would be willing to rewrite another version for a male or gender neutral reader.)
When the jet landed, you let go of Boomer’s hand and led him out onto the roof of your family’s secluded forest mansion. He looked down at the sheer size of it, his eyes wide.
“What?”
“Nothing, just…It’s not what I expected.” He admitted, hauling his duffle bag full of his few belongings over his shoulder. You led him in through the door and down the stairs to the balcony that overlooked the lower level of the house. You saw your siblings were congregated there, River looking particularly anxious, his arms across his chest. Rose and Ryan were sitting on the couch, talking, but their discussion stopped when they noticed you and Digger standing there, looking down at them.
“We’re here.” You called awkwardly.
“I see that.” River said, his eyes guarded as he looked the notorious Captain Boomerang up and down.
You led him down the stairs to where the others were and he hesitated, but followed after you anyway, a sheepish look on his face.
“So, Mr. Harkness, I’m not sure if (Y/N) told you why you’re here.”
“Well, I know we’re soulmates, so…” he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, obviously anxious about the whole situation. “I kind of figured that was why.”
“Well, yeah, but also no.” Rose laughed, motioning for everyone to sit down, so you . “(Y/N), why don’t you explain?”
You exhaled a long breath, nodding. “Yeah, I guess I can.” You looked up at Digger and he smirked. “Yeah, so, uh, our mom is the queen of an alien planet. So like…we’re royalty. And because of that, through our laws, you get diplomatic immunity because you’re my soulmate. I mean…unless you do something super fucked up and then I can’t help you.”
He was quiet for a long moment, his expression confused, but also evaluating what you had just said. “You mean to tell me my soulmate is a princess.”
“Yeah.” You shrugged.
He grinned. “Wicked.”
***
With every room of the mansion you showed Digger, the more and more impressed he became, taking everything in. He was still expecting you to take it all back at some point, tell him it was all a big joke and he wouldn’t be living in your giant mansion for the rest of his days.
That was strange to him, too. This weird sense of security. He’d had a rough upbringing, that much was for sure. He wasn’t used to stability, even in his adult life. He’d been constantly on the run, in and out of prison, doing whatever he could to make ends meet and try to establish something for himself, and…here it was. It had fallen right into his lap.
You pulled open a door and led him into another bedroom. There were a few generic pieces of art on the wall. The comforter was charcoal gray and there were a few navy throw pillows on top.
“I’m sorry it’s so empty in here.”
“Why are you…?” He paused for a second, looking around the spacious bedroom. It was nice, clean…way better than the tiny, dingy jail cell he’d been in for the past few years. “Is this my room?”
“Yeah, is that alright? It’s next door to mine, so I figured…”
“It’s perfect, princess.” He smiled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”
“Well, believe it.” You chuckled, stepping further into the room and opening the drawers on the dresser. “We didn’t know what size you were, so we guessed, but we picked you up some basics. I didn’t know what all you had…”
Digger was silent, watching you with careful eyes. You barely knew him and yet you’d done all of this for him, going out of your way to get him clothes and bedding.
“And this is your bathroom.” You opened the door to what he had assumed was a closet or something, but no, he now had an entire bathroom to himself as well. “I know the shower can be a little confusing, so let me know if you need any help with anything.”
You blinked up at him, waiting for some kind of reaction. “You good?”
“Y-yeah, I just…” He chuckled and shook his head. “This isn’t what I was expecting.”
“What, did you think we’d throw my soulmate in the dungeon?” You smirked, watching the way he couldn’t help but crack a smile at that.
“I wouldn’t have blamed you for it.”
You were both quiet for a moment before he asked, “Do you mind if I take a shower real quick? I haven’t had a warm shower in…” He didn’t finish the thought. You both knew it had been a while since he’d had a bathroom to himself, let alone water that wasn’t already cold by the time he got to it.
“Go for it. I’ll be down in the living room when you get out.”
***
When Digger came back downstairs, you were almost shocked, looking at him. He’d trimmed his beard, combed his hair, and he was wearing one of the cozy gray hoodies you’d picked out for him. He looked nice. You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your cheeks when you took him in.
“What, princess?” He raised an eyebrow, walking over to sit down next to you.
You set the book in your hands down on the coffee table. “Hmm?”
“What’s that look for?”
“You look nice, is all.” You shrugged.
He grinned. “You think so?”
“Mmhmm.” You nodded. Once he was closer, you could smell the eucalyptus shampoo in his slightly damp hair. You leaned in the tiniest bit, terrified of moving too fast, but he leaned in a bit too, only to be interrupted by—
“GIRLS’ NIGHT!”
You looked up at the sound of the voice with wide eyes, chuckling when you saw none other than Harley Quinn standing there with a bottle of wine.
“Boomer? What are you doin’ here?” She asked, looking at him.
“I found my soulmate, Harls.” Digger said, smiling as he did.
She looked between the two of you, her eyes widening in realization. “Wait, are you two…?”
“Yeah, we are.” You confirmed, slipping your hand into Digger’s. He embraced it quickly, giving it a proud squeeze.
“But I thought your soulmate was some dude named George…?”
“Digger is just a nickname, mate.” He chuckled. “My real name is George.”
“Ohhhhhh.” Harley nodded. “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.”
“You know it’s Wednesday, right?” You said, glancing down at your phone to double-check.
“Oh, is it? I thought it was Thursday.” Harley laughed. “My bad.”
“You can hang out if you want to, though.” You offered, motioning to the couch.
“Don’t mind if I do.” She ran over and hopped onto the open end of the couch next to you, setting the wine bottle on the coffee table before crawling over to whisper in your ear, “He’s a keeper, (Y/N). You’re in good hands.”
“Oh believe me,” you smirked, “I know.”
***
It was a few months later. Much to your surprise, Digger stuck around. Part of you had expected him to leave that first night with all of your family valuables in his duffle bag, but he…hadn’t. Instead, he’d been coexisting peacefully with your siblings, spending significant amounts of time trying to get to know you better, reading, cooking on occasion, and helping with chores around the house.
He remembered in vivid detail the first time you’d trusted him enough to fall asleep with him. It had been innocent enough, one of your first times cuddling together. Your other siblings were all out of the house, so you and Digger had the house to yourselves. Naturally, you had popped in a movie. One thing had led to another and you’d ended up fast asleep on his chest.
He took a long moment to look at you, something he had never felt before welling up inside of him as slow breaths worked into and out of you.
Something changed then, and since that moment, he had been pretty attached to you. Not that you minded. It felt natural. He was your soulmate, after all.
“Princess, have you seen my—” Digger popped his head into your bedroom, frozen in his tracks when he saw you there, laying on your bed, reading a book.
“What?” You asked coyly.
“Nothing, I just…” He smirked and stepped into the room. “Would you like some company?”
“Weren’t you looking for something?”
“Yeah, my heart, and it seems you’ve been hiding it in here with you.” He replied, walking over to your bed and climbing on next to you. He gently guided your book away from you and took its place on your chest instead, looking at you with his sparkling eyes, his weight comforting on top of you.
“And here I thought you were the thief.”
“Reformed, darlin’.” He said, unable to keep the smile off of his face. For one of the only times in his life, not only did Digger feel safe, but he finally felt happy, and he knew as long as he was by your side, that feeling would never fade.
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dreams come true | yuta
"soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks." — ny
[ part of the my bloody valentine collection ]
tw. gore, blood, murder, death, killings, mentions of illegal organ trafficking, violence, mentions of stalking, minor character deaths, weapons (a knife and a gun), almost (??) suggestive content but nothing happened
disc. this is rlly fucked up and yuta is unredeemable. i dont condone such acts. this is all a work of fiction and meant to entertain.
wc. 5k
every time you sleep, the void is sickening. it was all you could see, lightyears and lightyears away of pitch black that made your head dizzy and your stomach dry heave. you've always wondered when you'll start dreaming about your soulmate's memories. they were like little secrets, another way for two people to be intimate without even being together. their days were flashing before their soulmate's eyes in the form of a dream. it's as if you spent the day with them!
you loved it, the whole concept of it. it sounded so wholesome and sweet and jesus fucking christ, you've always been such a hopeless romantic.
it was sweet until it turned sour. you loved it until you hated it. it was romantic until it turned downright terrifying.
you wake up covered in cold sweat, panting and gasping as if you've run a whole marathon.
moonlight seeps through your glass window, slightly left ajar for the midnight breeze to pass through – you walk up to it, pull it shut, and draw your thick curtains together. you exhaled, breath shaking as you tried to anchor yourself back to the ground.
with the only source of your light disappearing, darkness envelops you whole. for once, you craved the void. you want that void back if it meant never seeing something like that again – something straight out of your worst nightmare.
"119, what's your emergency?"
"uhm, i think… i think i just witnessed a massacre."
you reiterate everything you saw in the dream – the mahogany door, paint chipping off the drywalls. the doorknob was rusty, so were the hinges, and it made an ominous creak when pushed open. the light switches on, the first you see was a bunch of dirty ice coolers in what should've been the living room, it wasn't even the slightest bit organized. they were everywhere, and the floor looked grimy and disgusting, like there's a stain they can't seem to scrub off. only when your soulmate has stalked closer did you see the labels haphazardly taped on top of the ice coolers.
kidneys. livers. lungs. pancreas. intestines – you nearly vomited on the floor, trying to relay everything you saw to the operator on the other end of the call.
then came the gruesome parts.
their deaths.
they were five people in total. men clad in cheap t-shirts and pants, wearing all these similar leather jackets. some were well-built, ripped in the arms and thighs, but some were skinny, the jackets hanging on their small frames.
they never stood a chance against him.
your soulmate is agile, quick on his feet with outstanding eye-hand coordination. only equipped with a butcher's knife, but it was all he needed to take them down and send them knocking on inferno's gates. he was skilled, knowing when to pounce and where to slash his knife to maim but never to kill. by the time your soulmate was through with them, everything is bloody red. all the victims' eyes widened as they sputtered and choked on their blood – not dead, but dying...
because your soulmate wasn't done yet.
a killer should have a modus operandi, should they not? so he took out a desert eagle, stood before the bleeding bodies, and shot two bullets straight into their eyes. the finishing touch? carving a frown on their faces with his butcher's knife.
the operator only told you one thing after she's made you describe the place for them to track the crime scene down.
"double-check all your windows and doors."
because you couldn't be too sure, not when you have been granted a front seat to the sad face slayer's most recent endeavors.
the detective eyes you with a certain pity. maybe that's why you don't bother meeting his eyes. you sit still on a chair, camera blinking red behind him, the interrogation room is freezing even with the thick jacket you're wearing.
seven billion people in the world and you're soulmate's a ruthless serial killer who took it upon himself to purge the world of evildoers – he was playing god, no wonder the detective is looking at you like that.
"uhh…" he's awkward, fidgeting in his seat. "and you saw this all in a dream?"
"yes."
you've known him only minutes ago. mark lee was his name and he seems to be a subordinate of a higher, more experienced detective named kim doyoung. you don't know whether to feel offended or not for having a doe-eyed newbie taking care of the case, but you pushed it at the back of your mind, knowing his superior is watching on the other side of the two-way mirror.
"did you have, like, other past instances where you dreamt of him? of what he…" mark looked like he was going to throw up. "what he does to his other victims?"
you shook your head. no. "i've mostly just heard of him on the news. i don't think i have the stomach to find out in-depth what the killer does."
mark takes out a folder, features walking the fine white line between looking apologetic or wanting to say me too. "i'm, uhh, really sorry to hear that."
there's a sudden pregnant silence encapsulating the interrogation room. it felt like you were mourning for something, the chains of dread dragging your heart to the ground as it pounded against your ribcage. mark looked like he wanted to say something, but you swore his eyes darted towards the camera in the corner and decided otherwise.
"anyway…" he trails. flipping the folder open in one swift motion. "past sightings have given us the sad face slayer's name."
he slaps down a picture of a man, his hair raven and a permanent scowl etched on his face. the quality was shitty. it looked like it was a screenshot taken from zoomed-in cctv footage.
"nakamoto yuta, twenty-five, japanese, and has slipped one too many times past authorities that at this point, it's practically a talent."
and just like that, it made sense why you're here.
your lips pursed in contemplation, palms quaking as your fingers reach forward to inspect your soulmate's picture. "and… you want to use my soulmate connection –" you glowered. never had a sentence sounded so fucking cursed and utterly wrong. "– to catch him?"
mark can't look you in the eye. "yes. he's very elusive. his killings have been happening cross-country and, as you can see, have garnered national media attention. the police are hanging by a thread here. a month in his case and all we got is his MO, name, and that he has this weird god complex on him. if we can't catch him by the end of next month…" he shrugs. "the feds are going to interfere, sooner or later."
"so…" you trail, urging him to continue.
"so, we need as much information about him as we can get and your dreams about him will be able to provide that."
fucking great.
the much newer revelations of precisely who it was on the other end of the soulmate connection put a significant damper on your mood. you'd like to think your new little cop buddy who follows you around gives you the least bit sense of security, but alas, it doesn't. not when you've seen first hand how yuta took down five men all at once without breaking a fucking sweat – you absolutely refuse to call him your soulmate, you'd never accept a person with his nature as a soulmate.
you try to hide the bracelet mark handed you last two weeks ago, during your time spent in the precinct's interrogation room.
"please have this on you at all times until we catch him, okay? this is for extra measures, just in case something happens to the cop assigned to guard you. just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?"
considering you're now probably being hunted alive for snitching on a serial killer? mark lee, that was not funny at all.
"do you have to get inside the lecture with me?" you whine, shielding your face with your hair when you notice people shooting glances at the rather handsome cop they assigned to you. "it's not like he'll attack in broad daylight! and in a fucking classroom, for that matter."
jaehyun looks just about ready to hurl you out the window. "lower down your voice," he scolds. "serial killers don't pick a time and place, sweetheart. he kills when necessary and if it's fucking necessary to murder everyone in that classroom to get to you? he'll do it in a fucking heartbeat."
you sigh when the chair next to you screeches against the floor, the aforementioned male taking his seat right next to you. jaehyun felt more like a babysitter than a cop, who seems to have a habit of constantly inputting his not-even-needed opinions on the most superficial things.
are witness protection protocols like this?
it was a good thing that overgrown bat doesn't come hanging around in your apartment, but he does have the police car parked right across the building's entrance. judging by how meticulous and thorough he seems to be, he won't miss any face that comes in and out of the building.
you didn't forget exactly why you're under witness protection. for the cops to waste one good officer to follow you around, you needed to be valuable and being valuable meant sleeping through nightmare-induced dreams of what your soulmate does for a living. the scenes are so gruesome, so graphic and utterly gory, that you dart towards the bathroom first thing after waking up in cold sweat, draining all of dinner down the toilet bowl.
after dreaming of him in action a few times, you've now completely understood what detective lee had said regarding yuta's god complex. it was unsightly, yet there was a twisted sense of heroism to it. if there's one thing, he only gutted the bad guys – but that didn't make nakamoto yuta any less of a bad guy, himself.
i need to ask you a favor [sent 2:05am]
JJH: what? [received 2:10am]
often the nightmares were too much. too much that you thought of escaping its horrors by never getting a wink of sleep ever again – until you realized you're a witness and is probably the only chance for the seoul police department to catch that bastard.
buy me sleeping pills? [read 2:08am]
when you peep out of the window, you find an empty spot across the road where jaehyun usually parks the police car. twenty minutes later, you answer the knocking on your door. he used that little "code" he did for you to know it was him. jaehyun was glowering and muttering about how he wasn't some errand boy when he shoved the plastic bottle in your hand yet, you still thanked him nonetheless.
the pills worked like a charm. you managed to stay asleep throughout the whole night, ceasing those episodes of yours where you jolt awake in the middle of dreaming about the sad face slayer's memories.
life continued for you. it became a little bearable, but that didn't mean the horrific murders you see in your dreams are something you can get used to – you don't think you'll ever get used to the sight of him slashing his victims, the blood trickling like a goddamned waterfall.
today the dreams were different. anticlimactic, per se, if you compare it to the violence so utterly present in his memories.
the first you see were black gates, then it shifted to him ordering coffee in a café (amazing what a simple black mask can hide). it switched to him walking on a sidewalk, then he arrives at his destination, an apartment building – it wasn't too rundown, nor was it extravagant.
the serial killer takes the elevator and walks up to a mahogany door –
your room number is a blaring sight.
you couldn't be wrong, not when the 506 with the missing zero in the middle was a sight you saw every day, going and coming home from university.
that was your front door.
he was at your front door.
you jolt awake, ignoring the icky feel of sweat making your clothes cling onto your skin. ice creeps up your spine and freezes you over when you notice with a sinking realization.
those black gates are from the university you attended. that café is your favorite study nook. and that sidewalk is a route you take every day.
you clamp your hands on your mouth as tears roll down your cheeks in rivulets. you pull the comforters up above your head, fear gripping onto you with a vice-like grip as you sob.
it was in the dead of night, moonlight grazing the confines of your room and hours away from dusk. you finally utter those three words in a frightened whisper.
"he's stalking me."
as if having the overgrown bat jaehyun following and annoying you around wasn't enough, you now have another person keeping watch over you. mark lee, unlike jaehyun, may not be as ripped with muscle, but you heard from your cop buddy that the young detective has a few black belts under him. people at the precinct said that if they have to choose one person who can ever come close to the sad face slayer's agility, mark lee's your guy.
"you gotta be shitting me," you mutter, leaning close to jaehyun to whisper like high school girls talking about gossip. "he doesn't look the type!"
jaehyun, in turn, plays along and copies you. "yeah, true. he gets that a lot, i think,"
"guys, i'm literally in the back seat. i can hear everything."
the change hadn't been too drastic. at least mark was there when jaehyun proved to be difficult, pulling him towards the other way when the older male tried waltzing into your class again. "you don't need to sit next to her in her class! are you serious? there's one exit and entrance and we're on the fifth floor. breaking into that classroom will be the end of nakamoto's serial killer career!"
you shoot mark an appreciative smile, one he quickly returned before hauling jaehyun around the hallway. "we'll just be at the canteen, okay? press the 'lil button on your bracelet and we'll be right there!"
shaking your head with a slight smile on your face, you entered the classroom, sat in your usual spot, and did some of your readings from our other class to kill time. you hardly hear the screech of the chair next to you as it was pulled back. not like you cared much for whoever sat down next to you, but you can't deny there's that feeling of missing jaehyun when he used to force his way into the lecture.
"settle down! settle down, people!"
the professor enters and the class begins.
you were meticulous with your note-taking system. it's thorough, leaving no room for information to slip you. having already printed hard copies of the powerpoint presentation and simply jotting down some extra key points mentioned by your professor.
you were just about to raise your hand for a question when you feel something warm graze past your arm. you absentmindedly look down.
the breath is sucked right out of your lungs.
hi, soulmate
there, scribbled with an ominous red crayon on a small piece of paper. it was almost laughable how innocent it looked but when you follow the ring-clad hand, up the black hoodie he's wearing, and finally to his face—
"hi! i'm yuta."
his cheshire smile spikes up your heartbeat. it makes you want to throw up, makes you want to slam your head against the desk. the fight or flight hormone you have is making you restless, eyes pinned on the serial killer sitting next to you, scared that if you avert your gaze, he's going to take out that desert eagle and shoot you until your skull caves in and the bullets in his magazine empties.
"but judging by your reaction, i don't think introductions are needed, hm?" his tone is easy, conversational even and it shoots a freezing jolt of fear right up your spine. it makes you sweat profusely because you don't fucking know what to do, your thoughts in complete and utter disarray.
"just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?" you swallow, sneakily pressing the button without breaking eye contact with the serial killer sitting in front of you.
"look upfront. now." yuta orders and you nearly snap your neck as you turn your head with lightning speed.
"i thought i was above the soulmate rules, but here we are. my soul is either too tainted or too great to be tied to such trivial things, but oh well, we learn to work with what we have. surprisingly, i learned to like dreaming about how your day went."
you feel something sharp poking at your thigh and when you look down, he has a silver butterfly knife pointed against you. the precision of the angle he held it with doesn't slip your notice. one slice of that knife, no matter how small, and he'll be spilling your guts in this classroom.
a fat tear rolls down your face.
"can you imagine how much my heart broke when i learned you were spying on me? leaking information to that snobby detective? to those incompetent cops? bad baby, that was very bad of you."
"yuta—"
"you think the cops can save you from me?"
his other hand comes in contact with the nape of your neck, holding your head in place as he leaned down to invade your space. he scoffs, and you can picture that terrifying cheshire grin you've seen one too many times in your dreams.
the knife digs through your coat, the tip hardly poking your skin only because he doesn't want to drive it into you yet. how did he even manage to get inside the university? not to mention the weapons he possessed? shouldn't anyone be suspicious when they see a man dressed in all black, clad in jeans and a hoodie, into a university—
he even dressed the part. with that hood drawn up and carrying that one notebook, he looked fairly normal. someone who can easily blend in with the crowd.
you eye your professor, willing him to look at you but your soulmate is having none of that. you squirm when he drives the knife further, at the base of your stomach. with his other hand, he twirls a lock of hair around his finger. "now, now, soulmate. you don't want half the people here to get hurt, do you? unless... that can easily be arranged—"
"no!" you whisper, head jerking to the side to look at him humming in satisfaction. damn. out of all the faces he's seen contorted with fear, yours is his absolute favorite. with those pleading, glassy eyes and parted lips, yuta is tenting in his sweats.
"thought so," he chuckles. "let's get up. we're leaving. that old crook doesn't care if students just up and went in the middle of his lecture."
you don't want to think about how he even knew that because it implied attending the lectures a good amount of times. it's with sinking realization that jaehyun was right. if it weren't for him insisting to sit next to you, nakamoto yuta would've long gotten you in his claws.
you tried gathering your things until he purred into your ear.
"ah, ah, ah. you wouldn't be needing those with where we're going."
the hallways were empty, not that you had much time to scream for help when he had a knife pointed up your back, shoving you into the fire escape stairs. within the tranquil confines of the staircases, the sad face slayer couldn't fucking care less for your personal space.
he disgusts you greatly, he needn't do anything but stand there in front of you but you can already smell the long blood trail from his path. it reeks of rotting flesh and that infuriating god complex he had left a sour aftertaste.
"you know, i genuinely wanted to get to know you," yuta pouts, shaking the hoodie off his head. his hair raven, it's ends kissing the nape of his neck. he looked like he came right out of a shounen manga but the bloodlust in his eyes is something that can never be masked. "i detested the soulmate connection at first, i thought i should just kill you off because you could be my loose end."
his humorless smile is enough to give you nightmares.
"but seeing how sweetly normal and untainted you are made me hold back," the butterfly knife appears before your line of sight, yuta teasingly dragging the tip right down your cheek to trace your tears. "so, why did you snitch, baby?"
you shiver when he noses the side of your neck, inhaling your scent as his other hand hooks underneath your top, freezing fingers making you jolt. when you don't reply, his patience starts to dwindle. then again, he was never a patient man.
"answer me, you bitch. why did you rat me out?" gone is the playful lilt in his voice. the vibrations surge through you as his deep, demanding voice scares you shitless.
you feel, hear, and smell him everywhere. this wasn't like any nightmare. this is real, and you won't magically wake up on your bed, sighing in relief, knowing he isn't there, that it was all just in your head. no, this was very much real and there's absolutely no escape.
"i didn't," your voice cracks. "i didn't mean to—"
"bullshit!" he yells. you wail in pain when he slams you against the wall, head aching as it came in contact with concrete. "because of you betraying me, i nearly fucking got caught, and i never get caught!"
you were full out sobbing at this point, noisy and unsightly as the snot mixes with your tears. your only hope now is he gives you a quick, painless death and that he doesn't carve and mutilate your face like what he always does to his other poor victims. "i'm sorry! please... i'm so sorry. i was scared—"
he coos mockingly, tilting his head to the side as he inched his face closer. "aw, scared? my sweet little soulmate was scared?" he places the blade flat against your neck. as humiliating and degrading as it was, you almost peed on your clothes. "how about now? i'm sure as hell that you're fucking terrified for your useless life right now."
you cringe when his hand abandons the expanse of your stomach, no longer inching higher, finding its purchase on the hair sitting at the crown of your head. he holds you in place like that, forcing your head parallel against the wall, with his whole body pressing up to you that it's nearly suffocating.
"just one quick little slice," he taunts. you hiccuped when you feel the feathery light scrape of the blade moving against your skin. "you won't even have time to scream… but i'm sure we don't want that, do we?"
you forgot how to speak. forgot how to breathe. whenever your mind wanders, you've always thought about how you'll give this killer a piece of your mind, with the amount of fear and sorrow he inflicts upon other people. but you guess realities were a lot more different than expectations. the yuta you dreamed of meeting is in handcuffs, but fate is a fickle little thing.
"do we?" he repeats, slicing ever so slightly at your skin. enough to draw blood in droplets, never a waterfall.
"n – no."
he smiles. "you can make it up to me. do you want to make it up to me?"
the butterfly knife digs even further. a warning. and if you value your useless life, you should be smart enough to know what to answer. drawing a shaky breath, you tried forcing the ends of your lips up to a smile. "of course, yuta."
your voice breaks as your sobbing grips your body whole. the fear consuming your entire being like a parasite consuming the host. you would've shut down altogether if it weren't for the calloused hands gently gripping your face. "i know, i know. i see how regretful you are, baby. don't worry, i won't hurt you. you'll make it up to me."
anyone would be fucking stupid if you believe those words coming from a serial killer.
in your wrecked state, you barely register that he's pushing you down to your knees. skin coming in contact with the freezing linoleum floor as you refuse to look at what his hands are doing. yuta has pocketed his knife. the sound of a belt unbuckling in itself added insult to injury.
you stare blankly at his shoes as he shoves his bottoms down enough for his cock to show. if you squint hard enough, you'll see tiny splatters of blood in the shoelaces. whether or not he feels you're unresponsive, he doesn't show. maybe he doesn't care entirely. he takes one of your hands and used it to wrap around himself. he gasps, sharp, followed by a hiss.
you feel it throbbing and it strengthens the disgust you feel. no way you're going to give him the satisfaction of eye contact when you're already forced to blow this psycho.
"eyes up."
you sniffled, vulnerability present in the tone you speak. "i don't want to. please, don't make me."
if words alone aren't enough for you to follow orders, maybe you'll feel more motivated if held at gunpoint. it's unmistakable, the infamous desert eagle you've only seen in your nightmares. the last thing you ever expected is to be on the side where the bullet comes out.
the barrel is freezing as he digs it into the crown of your head. "soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks."
your eyes looked up then. glaring as the tears rolled down your face. "you're a monster," you mutter under your breath. where you got the confidence to fight back is unknown.
"i've heard that before, be more creative next time," he holds your hair tight in one grip, shoving you forward, eye-level to his throbbing dick. "now… suck, baby."
"freeze!"
you knew that voice, you've been hearing it for the last two weeks. "jaehyun–!"
yuta cuts you off, shoving the gun into your mouth. the safety clicking off resonating in the tranquil room. it's deafening, and it makes you immobile.
"hands up. step away from the civilian." whether or not mark is nervous as he points the gun at the serial killer, he's doing a damn good job of hiding it.
yuta sighs, exasperated as he throws his head back. his raised arms came down to tuck himself back in his jeans, and the action made jaehyun's calm exterior crack. "i said, hands up, asshole!"
"chill out, motherfucker. i'm just trying to wear my pants." the serial killer hisses, glaring at jaehyun over his shoulder.
"mark, call back up already. what are you doing?" jaehyun mutters, side-eyeing the young detective whose gun shakes as he holds it up. the taller cop takes a step forward, eyes never leaving the notorious killer as he addresses you curtly. "(name), come here."
just as you plant your palms to the ground to push yourself up, one of yuta's hands shoves you down quick as lightning. "no. she stays here, with me."
jaehyun scowls, takes another step forward. "and what makes you think i'm going to let that happen?"
"i don't think. i know."
there's a constant ring in your ear as the gunshot temporarily renders you deaf. you've shut your eyes in utter fright, hands shooting up to cover your ears but it was too late. you refuse to open your eyes, you didn't want to see a dead body lying before you, even if it belonged to a heartless serial killer.
but when your eyes fluttered open, it's not yuta bleeding out on the ground.
"no, this can't be – jaehyun!"
it was a bullet straight to the head, no one could've survived a shot like that. his eyes are empty as he stares at you, unblinking, stoic. the color is yet to drown away from his milky complexion. but you can't even manipulate yourself into thinking that jaehyun's still alive. not when his eyes are empty, not when he just looks so lifeless.
it couldn't have been yuta who pulled the trigger.
his weapons were on the ground and the shot rang too fast. the sad face slayer couldn't have crouched down for his gun to shoot the cop, it would've taken too much time. and among the three men, there's only another person holding a weapon, and that was –
"great shot, mark."
the detective smiles, but with the blood splattered on his face, it looked cold. "told ya i've been practicing."
yuta hauls you up by the arms, addicted to how frail your body feels as it collapses against him. he's finally got his little soulmate in his arms. and he will never, ever let you go.
the cops lost – you've lost.
yuta, with a sense of victory coursing through his veins, took the liberty of trailing little pecks down your neck as he mutters, "mine, mine, mine!" but you couldn't care less about his display of mocked affection. not when the other person meant to protect you, turned out to be everything you think he wasn't.
mark must've felt the gravity of your stare as he crouches before jaehyun's bleeding body. grabbing the fallen cop's gun, he took it upon himself to empty the magazine. the lopsided grin he sends you broke your resolve more than yuta ever could.
"i'm sorry. it's nothing personal."
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warnings: smut ! , lots of drunkenness
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“Rafe.” Sophie grinned at him through a mouthful of toothpaste, bumping her hip against his as they stood in front of the mirror of the master bathroom, at 3am after a long night of going out with their crew.
(He’d called first dibs the second they strolled into the entryway of the house, and no one protested except Sophie, who meekly suggested that they draw straws. James had cheerfully clapped her on the shoulder and insisted that they take the master because it was on the opposite end of the house from the other bedrooms, and he didn’t want to have to hear them having sex. She conceded soon after that.)
He stretched his arms out wide, flexing as he did, before looping them around her torso and settling his head on top of hers. Drunk Rafe was always extra cuddly and clingy, and often led to being more touchy than needed - but when she was drunk too, she fully embraced it. “Yeah?”
She spat out her toothpaste, rinsed her mouth, then shifted in his grip to look up at him with eager eyes. “You remember what we didn’t do when we were in Nice?”
He frowned as he pondered the answer, unsure. “Go to that one museum because we didn’t have reservations?”
“Beach sex.” She corrected, giggling when his eyes went wide. “And I was thinking, since you’ve never...and we basically have a private beach…”
“You’re drunk.” He cocked his head at her, still processing the request.
“Yes. But so are you.” Sophie reached up, her hands going to unbutton his shirt. “Come on, we need to shower afterwards anyway. We can be quick.”
“You’re serious?” He asked warily, letting her undress him. “Like, you’re 100 percent sure?”
“Hundred percent.” She replied, smoothing her palms over his chest. “Please?”
He glanced over, trying to ignore the uncomfortable tight feeling in his shorts. “Alright. But you have to keep your voice down, and we’re going back in through the kitchen door so we don’t set off any alarms, and I’m bringing a towel because I don’t want sand up my ass - Sophie, wait!” Rafe called after her as she giggled and slipped out their bedroom door, running out toward the water.
“Better catch up!”
He grabbed a towel and sprinted after her, catching up easily. “What did I just say -”
Sophie cut him off with a kiss, jumping up so he caught her around the waist and he slid his hands under her thighs to support her, momentarily thanking the girls in his head for convincing her to wear the flowy sundress. She locked her legs around his waist. “Shh.”
“You’re trouble.” He mumbled against her lips, glancing around the empty beach before walking out with her closer to the water. “Remember when you said you’d never skinny dip again because we nearly got arrested?”
“This is different.” She argued. “No one’s around. Didn’t you say you know the security guard?”
“Yeah, Sarah and I used to pay him to disable the alarms when we would sneak out in high school.” He grinned, sliding his hands up to grip her ass. “I fucking love you - hold on, are you not wearing underwear?”
She moaned against his mouth, moving to kiss along his jaw, then down his neck. “No.”
“Oh my god.” He set her down before she could suck a mark on his neck. He laid out the towel that was slung around his shoulders, making sure to put it in an area with packed sand, the ground still a little wet. “Lay down for me.”
“You don’t have an ounce of spontaneity in your body.” She laughed, but complied, the hem of her dress falling up her thighs as she leaned back on her elbows to look up at him.
“Shut up.” He countered lamely, surprising her as he knelt down and ducked his head under her dress, pressing kisses up her thighs.
Sophie let her eyes flutter shut, her legs falling wider. “Fuck, Rafe, I just wanted -”
“You’ll get it. Be patient.” He chastised, sliding two fingers across her dripping core. “Jesus, Soph, this really turns you on?”
“Yeah - oh.” She breathed out as he started rubbing steady circles across her clit. “It doesn’t for you?”
“I never said that.” He started making quick work with her under his tongue, knowing exactly how to make her moan.
She gripped helplessly at the sand, dropping her head back onto the towel. “Fuck, okay. Can you - we should prob’ly be quick -”
“Be quiet, Sophie.” He commanded, not giving her a second to respond before diving back in, his nose nudging against her clit.
She yelped, caught off guard, and immediately slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry - fuck, don’t stop -”
He spread her legs further apart and kept up his motions, not stopping even as she tugged on his hair, making him groan against her. He added in one finger, then two, pleased by the little whimpers she made, knowing she was close. “C’mon, baby, wanna hear you when you come.”
Sophie shook her head but gasped as he stroked just the right spot in her, forgetting to keep her hand locked over her mouth. “Please, Rafe, there - please -” she tensed just as he pushed her past her peak, not realizing she’d basically kneed him in the head in the process.
He worked her through it anyways, pinning her legs down with his forearms. Once she dropped her head back to the towel, satisfied, he grinned up at her. “You good?”
“Yeah.”
“You didn’t stay quiet.”
“Nope. I swear, you have a nose meant for eating me out.” She exhaled, smiling dopily up at him.
He laughed, going to tug off his shorts. “What’s that mean?”
“It’s, like, sloped perfectly. I dunno.” She pulled the dress back down, sitting up on her knees. “How do you want me?”
“You didn’t bring a condom out, right?”
“I have the IUD now -”
“Still.” He regarded her carefully, a slow smile creeping onto his face as she reached up to unbutton his shorts. “Sophie.”
“Yes.”
“Your knees are gonna be bruised.”
“Oh well.” She palmed him over his shorts, satisfied when he hissed in response.
“Everyone’s gonna know.”
“Pretty sure they already know I’m sucking you off regularly.” She replied, tugging his shorts down. “It’s not really a secret.”
“We could at least take it inside…” He trailed off as she slid her hand down his cock, stroking her thumb over the head of it. “Shit.”
“I don’t think you’ll last that long, baby.” She teased, licking her palm then worked her hand up and down his cock in slow, long strokes.
He opened his mouth to reply just as she took him into her mouth, and promptly shut his instead. Clearly she wasn’t in the mood for conversation.
If there was one thing Sophie had learned in their relationship, it was that the only time Rafe ever shut up was when she had his cock in her mouth. (She wished she’d known that sooner. They could have solved a lot of arguments that way.)
She kept up a slow pace as she bobbed her head up and down on him, making Rafe begin to grow impatient.
He carefully tugged on her hair, making her glance up, and raised his eyebrows.
“Yes?” She pulled off him, raising hers back as she licked her lips. “Something to say?”
“You’re teasing.”
“I literally had you in my mouth, Rafe, that’s not teasing.” She insisted, digging her nails a little into the back of his thighs. “Now, if you’ll just -”
The tide came in right at that moment, soaking the entire bottom half of her dress and his shorts pooled around his ankles. They both yelped in surprise, Sophie jumped up, and Rafe tried to pull his shorts up as quickly as possible. “Shit!”
Sophie couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of her, clapping her hand over her mouth. “I can’t - we have to go back in.”
He shook his head, extremely uncomfortable in his sopping wet shorts that he barely managed to zip up over his now-painful boner, but grinned anyways. “This was your idea.”
“My dress is soaked.” She complained, wringing out the fabric. “You should have checked the tide -”
“Are you seriously - Sophie, you suggested this -”
“You should have told me no!” She argued, loving pushing his buttons as far as she could, and got up in his face, inches apart from him.
“Like you would have listened.” He stepped back right away, placing his hands on her shoulders and keeping his arms outstretched to keep her at a distance. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”
She took a step closer anyways, then squealed as he immediately grabbed her around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. “Rafe!”
“Sophie!” He mimicked, tugging her dress down so it covered her ass and strode back up to the house, towel forgotten. “Fucking tease. You know, I thought the arguing might stop when we were dating.”
“You love arguing with me.” She retorted. “It turns you on.”
“Damn right it does.” He replied, palming her ass. “You’re so fucking sexy. I need to tell you that more.”
“Rafe.” She whined, squirming in his grip. “Quit.”
He only set her down just before the front door of their bedroom, glancing around. “If I ask nicely, will you help me out in the shower?”
She perked up, eager. “Will you beg for it?”
“Do you really want me to?”
“I always want you to.”
Rafe shook his head, grinning, and swatted her butt. “Get your ass in the shower, pretty girl.”
Twenty minutes later, with both of them finally warm again from the shower (among other activities) and completely clean, Sophie had a fresh bruise on her hip from slipping in the shower and Rafe not being quick enough to grab her before she hit the faucet. They slipped into bed just after four in the morning, both exhausted, and Rafe fumbled for his phone to set an alarm before they fell asleep.
“Put your phone away. Go to sleep.” Sophie mumbled, her head on his chest and fingers curled around his bicep.
“Uh.”
“What.”
“Seems the bathroom has good acoustics.”
“Oh, fuck.” She groaned, grabbing at his phone. He had three texts - two from James, saying shut the fuck up and I hate you both so much, and one from Colin, saying I literally never want to hear Sophie moaning ever again.
“That’s it. We’re getting back on the plane the second the sun rises. I never want to see the boys ever again in my life.”
He pulled his phone out of her grip and set it aside on the nightstand, kissing her on the forehead and hugged her back to his chest. “I’ve had the misfortune of hearing both of them in bed, we’re fine. They should be sleeping anyway. It’s not our fault.”
“If they say one single word tomorrow -”
“I won’t let them give you shit, I promise.” Rafe smoothed his palm over her hair in an attempt at a soothing gesture. “Though I don’t think I can control your girls if they heard it too.”
She yawned, shutting her eyes again. “Julia’s definitely gonna say something.”
He smirked. “Complimentary, I assume.”
“Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
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The rest of their day ended up as uneventful as they’d like - full of drinking tropical drinks, napping in hammocks in the sun, and a few games of beach volleyball. After one too many pina coladas, James found himself parasailing on the back of some random guy’s boat, with Colin roped along for assistance. Meanwhile, Rafe and the girls went snorkeling, and Julia insisted that a shark had bitten her toe (it was a baby whitebait, but still).
After dinner and a pregame, the group made it back to their now-favorite bar (after only three nights). It only took them a couple hours for everyone to get a buzz. They all took turns in pairs to get drinks upon Rafe’s insistence, making sure everyone was safe. They kept everything on a tab on Rafe’s card and agreed to pay him back at the end of the week - he had to talk them into it, wanting a reason to piss his dad off. (Sophie wasn’t thrilled, figuring Rose would find some way to connect it back to her, but agreed after a few drinks anyways.)
When Sophie returned with Rafe from the bar after their turn, drinks in hand, she stopped abruptly in her tracks at the scene before them. He promptly ran into her, stumbling in an attempt to catch both of them and not spill the drinks. “Hey! Pick up your feet, Soph -”
“What the fuck?” She demanded, staring straight ahead at James and Julia making out on the dance floor. They were in their own little world, arms wrapped around each other.
“Shit.” Rafe mumbled, following her gaze. “Okay, baby, let’s be rational here -”
She ignored him, storming forward, and decided the best course of action was to duck in between the two of them to break them up, making Julia accidentally smack a sound kiss to her lips.
Both the boys gaped for a moment, then regained their senses and exchanged a glance. Rafe cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as a blush rose to his cheeks.
Julia’s eyes snapped open and she pulled back a second too late, confused and definitely not sober. “Soph?”
“What the fuck, you two?” She exclaimed, whirling around to face James, who had both hands up in defense and had taken several steps back.
“I didn’t - we haven’t -” He fumbled for an excuse, sending Rafe a desperate look, but he just shrugged in response.
“Stop kissing each other! Or trying to hook up! God!” Sophie knocked back a big swig of alcohol before glaring at both of them, her eyes a little wild. Rafe had seen that look before - many a time, actually, but more so in high school - and was extremely thankful he wasn’t on the receiving end of it for once. “Why is that so hard to understand?!”
Julia shrugged, having absolutely zero remorse. “He’s here, he’s a good kisser. Just happened.”
“Well stop making it happen.” Sophie frowned, turning back to James. “Last time, you -”
“Hey.” Rafe stepped in abruptly, interrupting what she was about to spill to Julia, about how last time James felt guilty for an entire month after, and how he had asked Rafe if he was a bad person for wanting to just hook up without a relationship, and if he was screwing Julia over. (Julia couldn’t care less, she was just happy to be getting some no strings attached, but James struggled with the whole idea.) “Okay. Let’s not. Where are Colin and Allie?”
James shot Rafe a grateful look and then tipped his head toward the bar. “Allie’s getting hit on by the bartender and Colin is…I don’t know.”
“You lost Colin?” Sophie asked, pulling out her phone to search for him. “When?”
“We didn’t lose him, he was talking to some girl. That’s mine?” Julia asked, taking one of the drinks from Sophie’s hand.
“Yes, but you don’t deserve it.” She grumbled, but let her take it anyway.
“Soph.” Rafe chastised, firm. “Okay. So Colin’s fine, do we need to intervene with this bartender?” He glanced back and was surprised to see normally-quieter Allie leaning across the bar, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she giggled at something the bartender said. He recognized that tactic straightaway - Sophie had done it all the time when they first started to be friendly with each other. For a moment he questioned if that was actually her flirting or something she’s tried at Julia’s coaching - honestly, that was probably it.
Whatever. It still worked.
“Is she flirting? Wait, is this the same guy that was hitting on her last night?”
“Yeah. He’s hot.” Julia commented with a grin, raising her eyebrows at Sophie. “Think she’ll go home with him?”
“No one is going home with anyone.” Rafe shook his head, settling his arm around Sophie’s shoulders. “If they want to do anything, it’ll have to be at my place. We’re not losing track of anyone. Where the fuck is Colin?” He scanned the room along with James, both of them a good head above the crowd.
“Oh! There.” James pointed out, spying Colin talking to a girl at the end of the bar, watching as he kept glancing toward Allie with a frown and barely paid the other girl any attention. “Man. He sucks at flirting.”
“Not his strong suit.” Rafe agreed. He watched with raised eyebrows as Allie balanced an entire tray of double shots back to their booth, cheeks a little flushed and bright-eyed.
“Hi, you’re back! I brought shots, where’s Colin?” She started passing them out to everyone, placing a small bowl with lime wedges in the center of the table.
“Who’s your friend, Al?” Rafe grinned.
“I...I don’t know what you mean.” Allie blushed, pushing Rafe’s shot toward him a little more insistently. “Here. Drink.”
“Allie’s gonna get some,” Julia sang, knocking back the first shot without waiting for the others. “Did you pack condoms? I have extras -”
Colin appeared out of nowhere, squeezing himself into the booth besides James. “Who needs condoms?”
“No one.” Rafe and Allie replied at the same time, Rafe immediately going into protective mode. Allie was blushing furiously by now and shoved a shot toward Colin, grabbing her own and raising it. “To...trying new things.”
James whistled, laughing at Sophie’s cheer before they all took the shot together. After the second one, Julia winced, biting her lip, and Sophie recognized the telltale sign immediately. “Jules, bathroom?”
“Yeah, I - yeah.” She nodded, slipping out of the booth and hurried after Sophie. Tequila never treated her well, but when she was drunk enough she’d drink whatever was put in front of her.
Allie watched them go, gathering the shot glasses back onto the tray with the discarded limes - she scowled as a trail of juice made it down her wrist. “Okay, I’m bringing this back. Are we good to go after this, do we want more drinks…?”
“I’m pretty sure Jules is throwing up, so I think we’re done.” James informed her unhelpfully, leaning into Colin a little too much - Colin just shoved at him to keep him upright.
“Right. Um.” She spoke the next words too quickly, all strung together like she couldn’t get them out fast enough. “Rafewhat’syouraddress?”
“Huh?”
Allie blushed, shrugging. “Address? Where we’re staying?”
“Oh. Oh! Um, it’s...lemme just…” He pulled out his phone and dropped her a pin. “There. Texted it to you.”
“Why do you need the address if we’re all going home?” Colin asked with suspicion, scowling.
“None of your business.” Allie told him curtly, lingering for a moment longer before taking a deep breath and strolling back up to the bar.
The bartender, Carlos, greeted her with a broad smile. He’d made the first move when she got drinks for the group the day before, complimenting her on her shirt and the color, then on how cute she looked when she blushed. “You came back.”
“Yeah. I did.” Emboldened by the alcohol, she held out her hand. “Can I have a napkin and a pen, please?”
He nodded, sliding both across the table and stroked his thumb over the back of her hand before letting go. “Are you leaving without me?”
“If you can get off in the next hour - shit -” She blushed at her word choice. “I mean, um, if you want to come by in the next hour. If the bar’s closing. You can, um, show me more of that tattoo you were telling me about.” She nodded toward his chest and the bit of ink peeking out from beneath his button up shirt, biting the inside of her cheek with instant regret at her poorly delivered pickup line. There was a reason she stuck to dating apps and let Julia and Sophie handle the ghostwriting on her account, preferring to stick to one night stands if anything.
Carlos accepted the napkin she slid back with the address on it, nodding. “I’m off in an hour.” He paused, eyes raking over her for a second. “You said you’re 22?”
“Yes? Is that a problem?” She asked with a little too much of an edge of nerves to her voice, instead of confidence like she’d hoped she could deliver. Channeling Sophie’s argumentative energy and Julia’s flirtatious energy never worked for her.
“No, I’m 25. Just wanted to make sure.” He flashed her a bright grin, one that made her feel a little weak in the knees. “I’ll see you soon, Allie.”
She could barely get out a “see you” before she hurried back to her friends, biting the inside of her cheek so she wasn’t smiling so wide. James grinned at her knowingly, Rafe raised his eyebrows as if to check in that she was okay while Colin seemed distant, distracted. “Okay. Let’s go.”
“The rest of our girls are still -” Rafe started, then cut himself off as Sophie and Julia arrived behind Allie. “Never mind. Let’s roll.” He sent Sophie a quick glance, nodding briefly toward Allie before tugging the boys to fall into step ahead of the crew. It was only a seven minute walk back to the house, placed perfectly in between the nightlife and the beach.
Sophie read his glance right away, nudging her hip against Allie’s and lowering her voice as they all followed the boys out. “So. The bartender?”
“Carlos.” Allie corrected.
“Are you gonna fuck him?” Julia asked a little too loudly, yelping when Sophie punched her arm.
“...I think so.” Allie nodded, only sounding a little unsure of herself.
“Don’t do anything you don’t want to.” Sophie told her, hooking her arm in hers. “But if you do want to, make him go down on you first.”
“Voice down, Soph!” Rafe called out ahead of them, turning to walk backward and send her an amused look.
Sophie just flipped him off, making him roll his eyes and turn back. “What! She should!”
Allie raised her eyebrows, gesturing between the two of them. “I thought you went down on him first.”
Sophie waved her hand, shaking her head. “That’s besides the point. We knew each other, all that. You don’t know this bartender, but if he’s worth anything, he’ll prove it first.”
“She makes a good point for someone who’s had only one random hookup.” Julia interjected with a grin. “I saw him take a tequila shot with one of the old ladies at the bar last night. His tongue is -”
“Oh my god, no, shut up.” Allie interrupted, turning bright red as they followed the boys into the house, Rafe holding the door for all of them. “This was a bad idea, I shouldn’t have - no. I don’t do this for a reason.”
Rafe straightened up, crossing his arms with a frown. “You don’t have to do a single thing you don’t want to. I’ll tell him to fuck off if you want.”
Julia reached out and combed her fingers through the ends of Allie’s hair, arranging it perfectly. “Yeah, but don’t hold back if you want to do this. One and done, babe, then you never have to see this dude again.”
“Yeah, we’ll go to another club if you want. You set the rules here, Al.” Rafe promised sincerely, genuinely concerned for the well-being of his friend.
Allie nodded, taking a deep breath and glanced around at everyone gathered in the foyer. “Right. I’m gonna - I should take another shot or something.”
“No.” Colin’s permanent frown hadn’t left his face since they’d all left the bar. “If you’re not gonna do this sober, then you’re sure as hell not gonna do it drunk.”
“One shot wouldn’t make me drunk -”
“No, Allie -”
“Colin.” James cut in sharply. “She can handle herself. C’mon, I want to scout out where to go for dinner tomorrow and I want your help. I don’t think I can type right.”
They all stood there in silence for a moment, tension thick in the air, until Colin grumbled and headed off to their room without a word. James rolled his eyes at his surliness but followed.
Julia grinned at Rafe once they left, arms crossed as she leaned against the wall. “So if Allie’s hooking up in my room, does that mean we get a sleepover?”
Rafe’s face dropped and he glanced toward Sophie, who was just holding back a grin. “No. Jules, you can sleep on the couch or something - look, this dude isn’t spending the night, right Allie?”
“Um…no?” She questioned, glancing around at her friend’s faces. “No? No. Uh, I don’t think so.”
“Good choice.” He nodded, glancing out toward the street where they could all hear the sound of a car pulling up outside. “Want us to hang out here?”
“Yeah, just, uh.” Allie waved toward the couches in the living room area. “Go be distant. Shit.” She mumbled as he started walking up the drive. “Jules, where are -”
“Condoms are in the side pocket of my duffel.” Julia supplied helpfully, laughing when Rafe made a face. “What! She needs to be protected -”
“Shut up!” Allie hissed back, straightening a little and offered a slightly nervous smile to Carlos as he strolled up and greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Hi! Um, do you want to...let me show you this way.” She ushered him away, but not before Rafe caught his eye and stared him down.
Julia watched Rafe with a smirk, nudging him once the two had left their earshot. “You are so totally the dad friend. I hope you know that.”
“If that’s setting me up to be a good father, I’ll take it.” He replied quickly, with a little too much sincerity to be taken as a joke.
“Just don’t become a father on this trip.” Julia shot back with a teasing grin.
His eyebrows shot up and he immediately looked toward Sophie, giving himself away.
Julia laughed, punching him in the arm. “Yeah. I heard about her stomach flu incident. You two are so dramatic, immediately assuming she’s pregnant.”
“I told you that in confidence, Julia.” Sophie groaned, her cheeks going red.
“Yeah, as in don’t discuss with the boys, not your boy.”
Rafe couldn’t hide the pleased smile he got at ‘your boy,’ wrapping his arm around Sophie’s shoulders as she rolled her eyes. “Jules, you good hanging out here? I can take the couch if you want.”
“Nah, I’m good. Night Dad.”
“Stop.” Sophie insisted, not amused in the slightest.
“Okay, Mom.” Julia rolled her eyes. “Jeez, I know who’s gonna be the fun parent.” The moment she registered the slightest flinch in Sophie’s facial expressions, Julia softened, reaching out to pat her knee. “Kidding. Sorry.”
“S’alright.” Sophie mumbled, standing. “I’m going to bed. Night, Jules.”
Rafe stood after her, following immediately. “Text if you need anything. Blankets are in that basket over by the fireplace.”
“Thanks. Night.” Julia replied, watching them go. She briefly thought about knocking on James’ door - she’d forgotten he was that good of a kisser - but decided against it. Some friendships just needed to stay intact.
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