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skipper1331 · 26 days

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Communication is key // Alexia Putellas

Without thinking, you called Alexia, feeling frustrated and disappointed about her behavior.

"Hello amor"

"Were you at the beach with the girls yesterday?"

Since weeks you had been asking if she wanted to hangout and go to be beach, just for some time away from football.

"Yes, why?" she replied, confused.

"I don’t want to fight, but I’m asking since 2 weeks if you want to go to the beach with me and you tell me you‘re busy each time and now you went out with the other girls? To the beach? Even though, you know I’ve been asking…You didn‘t ask if I wanted to join you guys" you said, upset about the fact that Alexia acted that way and that you got so carried away as to even bring it up.

"Eh- um…" the midfielder was silent for a moment, thinking about how to phrase it as kindly as possible "the problem is that Mapi has a problem with you and that’s why we decided as a group that you can‘t join. It wouldn’t end well"

"We‘re a friend group of 5 people…? If she has a problem she should talk to me privately."

The friends group consisted of Mapi, Ingrid, Frido, Ale and yourself.

"Yeah.."

"So, I’m no longer part of the group when Mapi is there? That‘s so nice, Alexia, thanks!" your voice was laced with sarcasm and anger.

Of all people, you at least thought Alexia would defend or support you - you were her girlfriend.

"What do you want to hear from me? The girls asked and I wanted to do something as a group so I went along. And if they exclude you, there's nothing I can do about it. Just chill out, we'll catch up on it at some point."

The betrayal and hurt you felt in that moment, was unreal - how could she say something like that? She was the person who had asked you out a dozens of times with puppy dog eyes. She was the one who begged for your kisses and love. And she was the one who wanted to spend every second of the day with you, no matter what plans either of you had.

Why was she acting so cold and rude now?

"You know what? If you want to hangout with me, then feel free to text me, but I won‘t be running after you, just to get rejected every time, even though you apparently have the time but just don't want to when it’s with me, your girlfriend! So, text me if you want to do something that isn’t having sex, otherwise we'll see each other in training."

With that you ended the call.

Did your friend group really decided that? It didn‘t seem to make any sense. And was even the problem with Mapi? The two of you were friends, never any problem between the two of you. But more importantly: what was the matter with Alexia? Why was she acting weird and distant? Have you done something wrong?

Normally, both of you were all over each other, holding hands, kissing in the storage room or even just an arm around your waist - spending almost 24/7 together. What was happening?

You declined every call that came in after, the caller id always the same.

reina 👑

amor, por favor.

call me back

lo siento

Caught up in your anger, you started to deep clean your apartment, not being bothered to call her back or even reply. The cleaning relaxed you but it also got you thinking. Was Alexia acting like this because she wanted to break up with you? Did she realize that you weren’t worth her time, attention and love? You always had a feeling that Alexia would break up with you at some point, many pretty girls in the world that would die to even just meet Alexia, let alone be loved by her.

That night you went to bed feeling very queasy and stressed - was she really about to break with you? She had texted you multiple times as she also had tried to call you but you didn’t answer.

The next day, you went to training acting as usually but with one exception - you avoided Ale and the rest of your friend group.

You did partner drills with Patri, talked in water breaks with Lucy and ate lunch with Aitana, Keira and Caro.

It was usual that you socialized with other people than your friend group but the unusual part was that Alexia didn‘t follow you around like a lost puppy. Instead she sent longing looks towards you, sad smiles displaying in her face when you dodged her glances as she tried to act tough and unbothered by your ignorance.

"What have you done?" a thick English accent asked the midfielder who was walking towards the changing room.

"Maybe I handled things a bit wrong" she explained, not wanting to reveal too much - a little bit scared of the Lucy Bronze as she had gotten the shovel talk from her when she started dating you.

'If you hurt her, I will haunt and hurt you' Lucy had told the Barcelona captain.

That day, Alexia promised Lucy and herself to never hurt you - not that she intended to anyways.

"You better make up with her otherwise I will have to hurt you" the defender smiled, entering the locker and walking to her cubby.

Alexia was quick to take a shower and get ready, waiting for you in front of the facility. She knew you hadn‘t left yet as you had entered the changing room when she came out of the shower.

She indeed wanted to make up with you, the whole situation a misunderstanding.

When you walked out of the facility, she called after you, "Amor, ¡esperar!" grabbing your hand, stopping you on your short journey to the car, "can we talk?" her voice was gentle and caring.

"Do you want to break up with me?" you asked straight forward, stepping back, trying to protect yourself with the distance yet you knew it wouldn’t help from a potential heart break.

"No no, amor, no. Let me pick you up at 7, okay? I‘ll explain everything"

You thought about it, unsure what to do.

"Okay"

It was Alexia after all, the person who was always honest. If she wanted to explain something, she would.

"Thank you, amor" she pressed a kiss to your cheek, walking you to your car, "be safe" she said as watched you, pull out of the parking lot, feeling so much better now that she had talked to you, even if it was just a few sentences - now that you had smiled at her.

5 minutes early, she rang your door bell, shuffling with her feet and fidgeting with her hands - she was nervous.

"Come in" you greeted her, "just need to put on my shoes then we can go"

The midfielder nodded, shyly entering your home as if she hadn‘t been here before.

"You look very beautiful, like always" she smiled, cheeks slowly turning red. Alexia felt like as if it was your first date all over again. She still remembered how shy and nervous she was, wanting to do everything perfect, so you‘d like her and she could ask you on another date. Also she had said the exact same thing when she picked you up for your first date.

"Reminds me of something" you chuckled, as well thinking back to the night where she had taken you out.

"Sí, you‘re getting prettier every day that hasn‘t changed"

Alexia thought you were the prettiest girl in the world, you took her breath away every time she saw you - you were absolutely stunning.

"charmer" you giggled, cheeks a dark shade of red. In that moment, everything felt like it used to be. She wasn‘t acting distant or weird, she was acting like the girl you fell in love with.

Everything is going to be okay.

"Amor, may I?" she asked politely, offering her arm as you had put on your shoes. Wordlessly, you linked your arms, walking towards her car. She opened the door for you, hurriedly rushing over to her side before she started the engine and rested her hand on your thigh. She was glad when you didn‘t push her off - you had missed her touch all day.

The two of you stayed in silence, your favourite songs playing as she drove to her destination. With every metre you got closer, she became more nervous and anxious. She knew she had some explaining to do but also was about to ask you an important question - which was the reason she even had to explain things. She wouldn‘t let a misunderstanding fuck things up with you. She wanted to marry you in the future - your relationship was very serious to her.

(Also she did not wanted to get haunted by a certain scary English defender.)

"Why are we at the beach?" you asked, the ocean right in front of you.

"Do you trust me?" the Barcelona player questioned, avoiding your question - she would explain in a moment, you just had to wait and trust her.

"I‘m not quite sure?" Ale raised an eyebrow, "fine, I trust you"

The girl smiled widely, stepping behind you and covering your eyes with her hands, "are you about to murder me?" you joked, knowing damn well that Alexia wouldn‘t dream of letting you fall or hurt yourself in any kind of way.

"Keep walking, amor"

After a short walk in the sand, the woman stopped, slowly revealing the sight in front of you.

There was a large picnic blanket, cushions and basket, wine and two glasses standing next to it - it looked romantic.

"Ale- what‘s all of this?" you asked confused, already emotionally touched by the gesture.

She sat down, making herself comfortable before she tapped between her legs, "come here"

Sitting in between her legs, staring towards the ocean and the beautiful sunset while she purred two glasses of wine.

"This is wow" you muttered, not yet leaning into her body as you were still moody at her but still admiring the work and view. It was indeed very romantic, rose petals and candles decorated everything around the two of you.

"I‘m sorry for avoiding you" Alexia started, loosely wrapping her free arm around your midsection, "i didn‘t mean to act weird. I was here with the girls to practice this- they helped me to set everything up and encouraged me for what I’m about to do. Ingrid decorated, Frido made the snacks and well, Mapi carried everything while I was freaking out at home because I didn’t know what to wear. I‘m sorry for letting you think i want to break with you or for acting weird, i was just really nervous these past weeks" she put her wine glass down in the sand, making sure it wouldn‘t fall before she pulled something out of her pocket, "I’m always nervous when I’m around you but this time it was different. I was scared of getting rejected and in return, I rejected you without even realizing."

Hidden in her hand, she gave you her little 'present' - a key.

"I would like you to move in with me." she breathed out, her heart racing.

You turned in her hold, looking at her with wide eyes.

"You‘re sleeping at my apartment almost every day and i can barely sleep without you being in my arms, so i thought maybe you would like stay at my place every night from now on" she rambled, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

The widest grin broke out on your face and you kissed her - you had been wanting to bring up the topic since awhile now, yet always feeling too shy to do so as you knew Alexia loved her personal space and alone time. You didn’t want her to feel pressured or to feel like she had to agree.

But now you’re even happier that the idea and suggestion came from her - she wanted this too - she was ready for the next step.

"I’d love to" you answered, kissing her rapidly as she giggled while you did so.

"I‘m glad" she sighed in relief, puckering her lips once again.

More kisses, please

You happily accepted the key.

The key wasn’t just any key, it symbolized that it was the key to her heart and home, that communication was the key to happiness, and that her nervousness couldn't always open all doors - which she had realized now;

Spending the whole at training without you was horrible. She never wanted to experience that again.

As your little picnic date continued (both of you back at being sickeningly in love with each other) the sun almost down completely, a question popped up in your head, "Mapi doesn’t have a problem with me, does she?"

A loud hearty laugh escaped your girlfriend, "no, amor, you‘re perfect. When you called me the girls were with me and I panicked and Mapi was signing something, so that‘s what came to my mind with her wild gestures. I‘m sorry if it sounded rude. Everybody loves you and you are very much a part of the group, my favourite member in fact"

Weirdly, you could imagine Mapi way too well and Alexia never lied to you. Added to that she was a horrible liar, her brows slightly raising when she lied or was trying to.

You believed and trusted her. It all made sense now - you remember how nervous she was when she asked you out on a date, you remember how nervous she was when she actually took you out, also how nervous she was when she asked the girlfriend question and how nervous she was just today.

You could only imagine how nervous she would be if she ever decided to ask you to be her wife.

Which Alexia definitely would do.

She would always be nervous around you, it‘s you - you‘re way too perfect for this world, so Ale had every right to be nervous every day anew - you were the key to all her happiness.

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hees-mine · 4 months

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𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐭.𝟔

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Warning: slightly suggestive, crying, angst, taboo relationship, cursing, hee is a lil sensitive.

Genre: 18+, best friends dad, smut, single dad, taboo relationship, minors do not interact!

WC: 2,682k

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You were not all too fond of the way Heeseung was actively ignoring you every time you stepped foot into his home, but you understood, and it would be selfish of you to want him to treat you cordially after everything.

He barely looked at you, let alone talked to you other than a forced greeting, and that was it.

As much as you hated him ignoring you, there was something else you hated even more, which you didn't know was possible.

But apparently, it was when you saw Heeseung dressed in an all-black suit, spraying himself with expensive cologne and getting ready for his "date."

It hurt you weren't going to lie.

Knowing he was going to see another girl made you seethe on the inside. The fact he dressed up the same way for her as he would when he came to see you made you feel sick.

You hated feeling all these emotions, but you hated feeling this one the most.

Jealousy.

You were never a jealous person until today, and the feeling was annoying, especially cause you couldn't do anything about it. And on top of that, it was all your fault you were frustrated with yourself for being a bad friend and for leading heeseung on knowing there was no prospect of a relationship for you and him together.

"You look great, Dad," his daughter complements him while adjusting his tie, making sure it is neat and straight.

"Thank you, sweetpea." You watched the whole scene unfold in the living room, and you could feel tears pricking your eyes so as not to cause a scene. You got up and went upstairs.

Heeseung noticed you going upstairs, and before he stared too long, he quickly looked away and put on his finishing touches before going out on his date.

He originally wasn't going to even entertain the thought, but when he saw you and Jake all cuddle up and giggling with each other twenty-four-seven, he knew he no longer stood a chance, and he figured it was time to move on, and what better way to do that than to go on a date.

Besides seeing you and Jake being inseparable, there was one instance that made him lose all hope. Sure, he hated seeing you both interact and be friendly with each other, but he could take that. What he couldn't take was when he walked into his daughter's room to ask what she'd like for dinner and was met with you and Jake sitting on her bed, faces mere inches apart. He remembers it like yesterday.

Flashback

"Hey sweet-"he stopped in his tracks, eyes going wide and heart pounding in his chest at the sight of you so close to a man that wasn't him. He quickly put on a straight face, trying to act like the sight didn't just break his heart right into two.

Your head whipped in Heeseung's direction, and you swore you saw a flash of hurt cross his face, and before you could say anything, Jake was pleading his case to the elder so he wouldn't get in trouble. "Sir, it's not what it looks like, I swear." Jake scooted away from you and tucked his hands under his thighs.

Heeseung tucked his lips in, giving Jake a firm nod and lowering his head before walking out of the room with a flustered Jake rushing after him.

"Sir, I was just helping her! She had an eyelash stuck an-" heeseung stopped at the end of the staircase the scared boy bumping into his back with the sudden halt.

Heeseung turned around with a neutral expression. "What you two do isn't my business, but since this is the second warning, I'm gonna have to ask you to stop coming over" jakes shoulders immediately slumped down, and the pout on his lips almost made heeseung feel sorry, but the only person he felt sorry for was himself cause not only did you practically just dump him off and leave him in the middle of nowhere you also had the fucking nerve to bring a guy over and kiss him under the same roof you both once kissed in. the anger he felt in his body was astronomical he felt like punching in a wall or better yet, jakes face, but he controlled himself.

"We weren't kissing, I promise!" Jake pleaded his case. "I respect and look up to you a lot, and I wouldn't want to disrespect you in any way." Heeseung sighed, not knowing what to believe at this point.

The first time he met Jake and Jay, his daughter's crush, they impressed him way more than he thought. They were both upstanding young men. They had a lot of goals and ambitions, plus they were the most respectful people he'd met in quite a while. Their handshakes were firm and not lousy, their smiles were genuine, and after conversing over dinner with the two, he approved a hundred and ten percent.

Though he did trust them fully yet, he gave them strict rules: no funny business under his roof, they must clean up after themselves, and they must be out no later than eight.

The rules were simple and easy to follow, and up til this far, they were meeting all his terms and conditions, and to say he was disappointed when he caught you and Jake together would be an understatement.

After your initial shock, you followed them, stopping at the end of the staircase behind Jake. "Y/n, tell him we weren't doing anything." Jake looked at you with puppy eyes, knowing you'd back him fully cause he was telling the full truth.

You made eye contact with Heeseung, and you could tell he was angry. "W-we weren't doing anything, s-sir," you stuttered. It felt so strange calling him that out of the usual context.

His breath hitched in his throat. Hearing the word sir fall from your lips sounded oh so sweet. How he wished you still called him that while you were on your back, laid out for him while he buried every last inch of himself inside you.

In just a few seconds, he relived all your time together. He was so caught up in his thoughts just from hearing you say one word that he didn't hear Jake still begging for his forgiveness.

At some point, he snapped out of it, tearing his eyes from you with a slight shake of his head. "F-fine, but just go home. It's almost eight."

"Thank you, sir!" Jake said gratefully.

Heeseung strutted to his office, mind riddled with thoughts of the unholy kind mixed with frustrations, and he had never felt this annoyed before. He wanted to be mad at you, but hearing you call him sir after such a long time made the front of his pants feel tight. "Fuck” he exhaled a deep breath and leaned against the door, fingers fiddling with the lock on the knob before he sat in his desk chair.

He hated how bad his cock throbbed in his slacks. He felt so pathetic and so weak for getting riled up so easily, but how could he not? Your hair looked perfect. You were wearing casual clothes, and you looked so comfortable and cuddly. That was his favorite look on you, which explains why his cock is leaking and straining beneath his clothes.

He leaned his head back and spread his legs open, palm pathetically rubbing over the hardness between his legs.

He moans from just the smallest contact, not having touched himself since your guy's little falling out. To say he was pent-up would be an understatement.

The more he rubbed himself, the more he felt like it wasn't enough. Nothing could compare to your touch. Not even his trusty right hand could do the trick for him.

He just needed you.

But that wouldn't happen cause even if you and Jake didn't kiss, you were so close to each other that he's sure you were no longer thinking about him.

End of flashback

"Here's my card if you need anything at all. Call me okay, sweetheart."

"I know, I know, don't worry about me. Just go have fun for once." She practically had to push him out of the door to get him to leave.

She smiled and hoped that his date would go well cause even though he hid it well, she could tell the divorce took a toll on him, and all she wanted was to see her dad happy and in love like he used to be.

The date did indeed go well, just not the type of well she had hoped, though Heeseung had fun, and his date was undeniably charming and gorgeous. He didn't feel butterflies the way he felt with you. His smile wasn't as wide as when he was with you, and nothing in his heart felt like it was drawn to her other than a friend, a good friend, but nonetheless, just a friend.

Or maybe he was jinxing himself into thinking that way.

To be sure he wasn't, he went on three more dates, and they were the same. He laughed and smiled. He had fun, but deep down, he knew he wished it was you instead.

"So, how did it go?" His daughter asked excitedly, just like she had with all the previous dates he had gone on.

"Good." he gave her a lopsided smile.

You were in the living room listening in on the conversation, but you couldn't quite hear. You muted the TV, turning your head in the direction of the kitchen where they were talking.

"Just good?" You hear your friend say quizzically.

"Yeah, and we decided we're better off as just co-workers," he says regretfully, but ultimately, it was better off that way for the both of them. They shouldn't have to settle for anything less than they deserve just cause they got along well.

"Aww, Dad, I'm sorry," he chuckles softly, draping his arm around her shoulder.

"No need to be, sweetheart, I'm just waiting for the right one." he engulfs her saddened figure in a hug and meets your eyes from the kitchen. You jump in shock from the sudden eye contact, but you can't help but stare as he says those words while looking straight into your soul.

After a few seconds, you broke eye contact and unmuted the TV, pretending that never happened.

"You're such a romantic," she laughs, releasing her dad from the hug.

"What can I say?" He smiles sheepishly before ruffling her hair. "I'm headed to bed. Get some rest soon, okay? And tell your friends to come over for dinner tomorrow."

"Will do," she beams excitedly, happy that her dad approved of her crush. "Goodnight, Dad."

"Night, sweetpea," Heeseung went to his room, plopping down on his bed with a loud sigh, wondering what to do from here. He obviously isn't moving on from you, so what's a man to do?

Hours later, and he still hadn't an answer, he just stared at the ceiling, mind occupied with you, until he heard a soft knock on his door. He almost thought he imagined it from how quiet it was.

You were beyond happy Heeseung only thought of his date as a co-worker, but that was enough to give you more than a scare. The thought of him moving on with someone else terrified you, and you couldn't imagine how you'd live knowing he was happy without you.

So before anyone else got the chance, you were going to try to reconcile with him before it was too late.

"Sweetheart, I thought I told you to res-" The expression on Heeseung's face was as if he'd seen a ghost. He went silent, almost too silent, staring at you in complete shock. "What do you want?" He says in a monotone, quickly fixing his face and putting on a cold expression.

"I- I wanted to see if we could talk," you shifted nervously.

He scoffed. "I don't see why"

You sighed, heart, feeling heavy cause you had never seen him act this way towards you. He always treated you like you were the most precious thing to him. "I know I made a mistake, but I want you back."

"Don't say that," he says shakily, his eyes fluttering shut with nothing but a look of despair. "You can't just walk out and leave me with nothing and then show up like this."

"I-I know, and trust me when I say I messed up. I was scared we'd get caught, and I didn't want to ruin our relationship or my friendship with your daughter, so I did what was best and ended it," you said calmly despite your racing heart.

He sits up in bed, clear agitation on his face. "You're fucking kidding me. You did what was best? By fucking leaving and making me question what I fucking did to deserve this, you blocked my fucking number without even letting me apologize, and then the nerve to walk in here and say you did your best? Please help me understand because I'm trying, but I'm coming up with nothing but bullshit sounds to me like you gave me up cause you were scared" he's happy that it was dim in his room cause he could feel the hot tears welling in his eyes he hated just how vulnerable he could be with you the way he let his guard down, and his emotions flow like an endless river scared him cause it let you know just how much power you held over him you were capable of breaking his heart and he couldn't do a thing about it, he felt so helpless just like he did during his divorce. "Was I just an easy fuck for you? Did my feelings mean nothing? Did you ever even care about me? Cause if you did, then why?" He asked you everything that’s been eating him up for the past weeks.

"Why what?" You whispered, throat feeling tight and restrained due to all the emotions you felt after hearing him pour his heart out to you.

"Why did you give me up so easily? Sure, it was wrong, but you didn't even try to fight for us or for me. Was our relationship so meaningless that you just turned your back cause you were scared? I mean, we didn't even get caught, and you were already cracking under the pressure, are your feelings more important than our whole relationship?

"Heeseung, I'm sorry." You wanted to express yourself as well as him, but that's all that comes out.

"No, you're not! We could have done this together. We could have thought of a way to make it work, we could have been honest, and things might have turned out bad, but I think it would have been a whole hell of a lot better at least saying we tried, to at least say we fought for our love but no because you were scared!" you tried to walk towards him, but he was quick to dismiss you. "You know what? Just fucking go," his voice broke, and you could clearly see he was crying, and you couldn't help but kneel down by his bed, your hand resting on his cheek touching it softly.

"Heeseung"

Despite his words, he leaned into your touch, immediately feeling calmed by your presence alone. "Please, y/n, just go before I fall for you more" he said with raw emotions, praying that you listened to him cause if you didn't, he was too fucking weak to tell you again.

You removed your hand from his cheek the warmth instantly leaving both of your bodies. "Ok," you whispered, and stood up so you could leave, the least you could do was respect his wishes. "I just want you to know that if I could go back, I would have changed the way I did everything the day I ended things between you and i. I would have fought for you, I would have tried harder, and I would have told you I love you."

You closed the door, leaving Heeseung to cry all by himself, and even though there was no getting back together, you wanted to tell him those words cause if you had another chance, you would do it all better than the last time.

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billthedrake · 1 year

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LAW OF AVERAGES (UPDATED)

What do you know: I posted the wrong draft yesterday. This is the finished story.

"Good evening Officers," I said as I walked down 6th Avenue, feeling in a good mood from dinner with friends. Two of New York City's finest were on the corner, beat cops keeping an eye on the park nearby, or maybe just resting for a bit.

The taller one, a 40-something Italian-looking man, tipped his hat in acknowledgment and flashed a wry grin as his partner, a shorter Latino cop, had his eye fixed on a group of women in sun dresses walking by.

I gave a confident smile, but kept walking. But ten paces on, I turned my head back for another look. Officer Friendly was looking at me, all right, and kind of laughing at my brazenness.

It was that fuck-it attitude that got my success rate up. I have a thing for cops. I mean, who doesn't? But I go out of my way to have sex with them. It helps that I live in the best city on earth and have a full-on smorgasbord of men in blue to scope out. And I swear, policeman or not, so many New York City straight guys have a bi streak. Maybe it's the prevalence of no-strings dude sex on the side, maybe the freedom of the city infects them, too, just like it does with us gay guys.

OK, not every cop is looking to hook up with a dude, not even for a no-strings BJ. But enough are, and if you play the averages right, you get your fair share of cop dick.

It helps that I'm 28, fit as fuck, and have a gym-pumped jock body. Before I moved to the city, I had no idea that my Iowa cornfed looks were cop-bait, but apparently they are. I'm just masculine enough to put a police officer at ease, and just gay enough so that even the most clueless of them know I'm available.

Of course you can't just walk up to a cop and proposition him. Maybe he goes on an app, DL, and propositions you. But usually, it's about laying the ground work, being flirty in a low-key, friendly kind of way. Getting to know by name the policemen in my neighborhood, near my office, or even on trips uptown or to Brooklyn. Seeing which ones might be interested.

I thought that was going to be my plan this evening. But the looking in Officer Friendly's eyes made me want to feel him out more. I gave him another look, then ducked into the first deli I came across. I kind of wandered next to the refrigerated section. Maybe I'd just get a water, or maybe nothing. Mostly I wanted to see if Cop took the bait.

He did. I heard the bell ring from the door opening. A couple of footsteps on the linoleum floor and sure enough the tall, Italian cop was rounding the aisle, his face with a knowing grin as he spotted me.

Compared to other guys, I have an advantage in my hunt for policemen. I like 'em all. Short, tall, fat, thin, older, younger... I don't care if they're classically good looking. If he's law enforcement and he has a dick, I'm into him. I just love cops.

But this one was a real looker. Fit for his age, strong build beneath his bulletproof vest, and a certain dimpled boyishness to his DILF-y Italian looks, with a closely shaved full beard and a square jawline.

"Nice night, huh?" he said as he got closer. As an Iowa boy, that New York accent would never fail to get me hard. His voice wasn't as deep as I expected but it was sexy as fuck.

"Sure is, Officer," I greeted. "They keeping you busy out there?"

He laughed. "Kind of a quiet night, actually," he said. "I'll take quiet, though."

I stopped pretending I was looking for a water or gatorade or anything and turned to converse with the man. I was on the tall side of average at 6'1" but Officer Friendly had a few inches on me. "You boys in blue deserve a break now and then. For all the work you do." OK, maybe the flattery was cheesy, but it was sincere. And it was just the kind of double entendre a law enforcement dude can recognize.

Those brown eyes grew a little wider and he smiled. Officer Friendly leaned in. "You offering tonight, buddy?"

I nodded. The first time this happened, the first time an NYPD cop said yes to my advances, I was nervous as hell. Now, I just excited. "You bet, Officer, if you're interested. I live over on the next block."

You never know what you're gonna get. The shy kind, the offended kind, the naughty kind. Officer Friendly was pure Horndog.

"I got about five minutes. Think that will work?" he asked. His voice was a little quieter, in case someone was listening. No one was.

"Definitely," I smiled. Boasting. I was talented and I knew it. Pretty soon Officer...

"Cantone," he laughed as he saw me scoping out his name tag.

"Pleasure to meet you, Officer Cantone."

God, he was adorable as we walked the block over to my building. Definitely in his mid 40s now that I had a good look but his dimples made him seem youthful. "This you, buddy?" he asked with a smirk.

I nodded. "Did I use up my 5 minutes?" I teased.

He strutted up the steps to follow me. "Just make it worth my while and I'm not gonna split hairs."

I had it down pat. In full-on buddy mode as I ushered him in my place. Then crouching down in front of him, taking only a second to feel up that uniform fabric before I started unzipping.

Cantone had to help me pull his erection out from his briefs. He wasn't huge, but he was plenty big. I liked big. I licked him up and down some and I knew then from how hard he was, Cantone was a bisexual dude. Not just wanting to shut his eyes and think of a chick. He liked getting head from a guy.

So I went for it. Pulled that cop dick down and swallowed half of it.

"Holy fuck, dude," the policeman gasped. "Suck my dick."

I knew he was on a time crunch so I went for it. Nice sloppy, hungry blowjob. His hands settled on my head as I gave him head, which only fed my fire to do him right. I was determined to get this cop off big.

But the hands left and I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Buddy... I hate to press my luck," he hissed. "But do you take it up the ass?" God bless bisexual men.

Honestly, I'm not the biggest bottom, but a fitter policeman in uniform is usually enough to get me to put out. I looked up excitedly, in a way that told Cantone all he needed to know. "Still gotta make it a quickie, OK?" he clarified.

"Fuck yes," I said. I stood up and he followed me to my bed. I tossed him some lube then undid my shorts and leaned over the bed. I was keyed up but it had been a while since I'd been fucked, so I sure hoped this cop knew what he was doing.

He did. It took him twenty seconds for his blunt tool to work me open. To a great extent, sex is psychological for me and my attraction to Cantone and the surprise quickie was making me really enjoy this. I realized how much I missed it a full, thick bare policeman cock working me open and pressing deep.

His dick felt great but it was the uniform and the bulk of the kevlar vest against my back that had me going wild, spreading my legs and pressing my butt back against his crotch.

That was the signal he needed. Wrapping his strong arms around me, he started pounding hard and fast. His cock had me cumming a few seconds before I heard his own belabored breath in my ear and felt his body jerk and seize behind me. I forgot to look at the clock, but it was no more than a minute and a half before he came. I'd been ridden good and hard and it felt glorious.

No guilt either afterward, just a polite shyness as he asked for something to wipe off with. I obliged then watched his naughty schoolboy look as he tucked back in. "Ramirez is gonna razz me so hard," he chuckled.

"Ramirez is just jealous," I smiled, which made him laugh. He stepped up to me, not kissing but nudging my chin affectionately. "Can I get your number?"

I went to get a pad to scribble it down and handed it to him. He folded it like a prize lottery ticket and stuffed into his uniform shirt pocket.

"Thanks man, that was incredible," he said.

Then, he was out the door.

***

I have one rule, and one rule only. And Deputy Inspector Geoff McMullen was about to learn it.

"I could use one of your blowjobs, man," came the DM on Grindr. I'd met the Queens career cop the first year I lived in NYC. He pretty much was central casting, barrel-chested Irish daddy in his early 50s. Cautious enough to feel out guys discreetly, but smart enough to know being a DL married cop was his calling card on the app. He hit me up, I chatted him back and we set up a blow job date.

That first hookup lasted three minutes, five if you include the hello when he walked into my apartment and the chit chat as he tucked back in. That married cop prick was short and fat and clearly loved a mouth on it.

He apologized a little for blasting off so quick, but it was adorable actually. I assured him it was hot as fuck, and he got a playful grin on his face. "I'll hit you up again?" he asked as he paused by my front door.

We repeated that three weeks later, this time me going out to far Queens for a chance to blow him in his uniform. McMullen may not have a big dick but he sure shoots a hell of a cop load. I sucked it down like a pro, then got a healthy taste of the dribbles before licking him clean and tucking him back into his uniform trousers. McMullen loved that touch.

Then Deputy Inspector McMullen disappeared from Grindr, either playing things safe or just feeling guilty or whatever. That's cool.

Recently, almost two years to the date, I heard from the man. His profile was stripped down now, not even a good chest picture, but he'd logged on for a repeat. "I keep thinking of your blowjobs, Kyle. You're the best at em."

I didn't need flattery, I just needed a hard cop dick offered to me. I invited him to look me up when he was in Manhattan. It was the next day, and the Deputy Inspector had a heavy load saved up for me. Even if he was cheating on his wife, I felt bad for the man, in a way. He clearly didn't get enough action at home.

That's why I almost caved two days later when he DM'ed me again. But I didn't.

"Sorry, Officer, I have a three time rule."

"Three times?"

"I'll only service a man three times if he's not gonna put out for me."

"Whadda mean?" Damn I could sense his horniness even over these texts.

"Three BJs is the installment plan. After that I get to fuck your ass."

There was a long pause. There always a long pause. How often did this rule work in my favor? Let's say I struck out a lot. Generally most of the time, even. But the law of averages meant I'd fucked six NYPD asses since moving here. I wanted to make it seven.

"You're bullshitting me," came McMullen's reply.

"Friad not, sir," I decided to address him with extra respect. I wasn't looking to make McMullen my bitch. I just wanted inside his seasoned cop hole. "It's kind of my thing."

"Yeah... can't do that, man," he replied, less upset than I expected.

"No hard feelings." I said. Like I actually expected him to bend over for me.

Maybe this was easier because I was finding new police dick to suck. It wasn't the entirety of my sex life, but it was most of it. There are 36,000 police officers in the NYPD, and I was fooling around with about 2 or 3 a month, including some rotating regulars Life was good.

I was just getting off work one day, when out of the blue McMullen messaged me. "What do I get if I let you fuck me?" he asked bluntly.

Holy fuck, I had a live one on the fishing line. I grinned as I typed, "The lifetime plan. BJs whenever you want."

"You sweet talking fucker ;)"

He didn't elaborate, and I didn't push him. But an hour later he picked up the conversation again. "I'm cherry. Think you can go easy?"

God my dick was so hard right then. "Absolutely man. I want it good for both of us."

"You done this before?" he asked, with less pause than before.

I wasn't sure what he meant. Fucked a cop? "Done what?"

"Taken a guy's cherry."

"A few times, yeah," I replied truthfully. "I'm good at it." OK, you'd have to survey the men I'd done to see if they agreed, but I knew a little boasting would help my case.

He told me he'd think it over and get back to me.

"Take your time Officer," I wrote.

***

Sgt. Ellis wasn't bi. He watched PornHub vids on his phone the whole time I sucked him. The ones with loud moaning chicks doing bad fake orgasms. I never see why straight dudes like that shit. But he had a nice tool.. long more than thick, with foreskin over the head. His build was tall and matched his cock size. He wasn't Office Cantone hot, but he was muscular and the chocolate-dark muscle looked great in uniform. 9 times out of 10 when I blew the Sergeant he was in uniform.

The cop was the opposite of verbal. It never took him long to cum but neither of us rushed it. The man would come into my place, unzip to pull out that long schlong and then pull up a new favorite video on his phone.

Sgt. Ellis was on the Lifetime Plan. He had grinned and bore it when I fucked him. He was a tough as nails fucker and actually relaxed into it. He didn't get off or enjoy in the way gay men enjoyed it. But he actually had fewer hangups than I expected. I made a play for a repeat but he gave a firm no. That was OK, fucking him had been a trip and I still got off knowing I'd tapped that ass.

Some months I heard a lot from the Sergeant, some months not at all. I guess he dated women who took care of his needs. But when he was single I'd get a text from the police officer. A day in advance or a half hour. It was all good.

The man never announced his cum. He didn't need to, I knew it was coming by the way his legs shook. He came a lot and was sweet tasting. I loved it. I gave a soft lick before he pulled completely out because Ellis was always super sensitive after a nut. He'd silently wipe off with the rag I'd give him and tuck back into his uniform. And then put away that damned phone.

And as I walked him to show him out, he'd thank me. "You do good work, man," he'd say.

***

Deputy Inspector McMullen was nervous as anything. I did my best to calm him. A beer, some sports talk, some jokes. I thought of myself as the cop whisperer, but as he sat on my couch almost shaking, I worried this one was gonna bolt.

"You OK, man?" I had to ask.

He looked at me and forced a smile. "I can't believe I'm here."

"I'll do my best to make it easy for ya man," I said. "I swear I'm good at this."

He gulped. "Maybe that's what I'm worried about," he admitted. He took a swig of beer and set down the bottle with a clank on the coffee table. "Think we can just get this started?"

I nodded and led him to the bedroom.

He was half hard when he stripped which was a good sign. "Just go with the flow," I urged, then started my method: slow oral worship of his cock, but not getting him off. Lots of attention to his balls and the spot underneath. Finally, directing him to lift his legs so I could eat him out. I gathered McMullen had never had a rim job before. He wouldn't be the first cop to have that milestone with me, but he was the most enthusiastic.

"Fuck buddy," he gasped as my tongue drilled and teased his daddy ring. "That feels wild."

"It's gonna feel wilder," I boasted and dove back in for some more intense ass eating.

By the time I was moving on to the next stage Geoff McMullen's short fat cop cock was a rock hard spike leaking against his furry belly.

"Feel good?" I asked as the first lubed finger teased then slowly entered him.

He nodded. "So far so good," he answered. The nervous was coming back but not too bad.

I added a second. Tight at first but soon the officer got used to it.

I took my time. By the time I had three fingers in him, the Deputy Inspector wasn't only ready for it, he wanted it.

I didn't want to jinx anything by asking if he was ready to be fucked. I just maneuvered so my slicked up meat was lined with my hand. He looked down his girthy bod at me, his legs pulled wide and back in a receptive position. I timed it so my fingers pulled out as my cock pushed in.

Fuck, I was in cherry cop territory. Giving gentle thrusts in and out about three to four inches. The tightness and thrill I fucking live for.

Geoff breathed heavily but wasn't objecting. I could tell he was adjusting to the mind fuck of it all. Particularly once I felt the relaxed hole allow me to press all the way in.

"You got it, Officer," I announced proudly.

His eyes lit up. "Fuck!" His spike thwapping on his belly.

I thrust in. Actually fucking that rack of Irish cop beef. Not hard but steady.

"Not gonna take me long," I announced. "You wanna stroke off while I fuck you?"

It was like the idea hadn't occurred to the man but after I drizzled some lube on his stick he got the hint. As I worked my hips harder, he jerked like a horny teen, fast and spasmodically. I gathered that was McMullen's normal masturbation style.

It took a minute. A minute for me to show this 54-year-old cop his p-spot. His face went pink then red and his body gave it up. Heavy spurts of seed onto his belly and blocky pecs just as my own ejaculation began inside his guts.

We were both out of breath as we recovered and as McMullen laughed I started laughing too. "Goddamn, that was something else," he said as my dong slowly softened and slipped out of him.

I took a chance, hoping I was reading him right. I leaned in...

"No," he said brusquely, the laugh stopping suddenly. "I don't fucking kiss."

***

Officer Cantone, the 6'4" DILFy stud I'd met on my block, held my head tight against his crotch. He smelled like cologne and cop uniform and man. It's what helped me keep my gag reflex in check as he claimed a deep throat and unloaded those heavy balls of his.

"God fucking damn, buddy, that's sweet..." he hissed, excitement in his voice as he rode out the orgasmic pleasure and finally extracted that beautiful seven-incher from my mouth.

I was still catching my breath and on my knees when the man tucked back in, not even bothering to wipe off the spit and sperm from his dong. "I knew I could count on you, buddy," he said. Of all the cops I'd done, Cantone was the friendliest. The fact he was a bachelor, divorced maybe, made my mind race for the first time to think of what it would be like to date a cop.

"Happy to help, Officer," I said in my normal post-sex manner as I got up on to my feet. "It'll be the last." I explained to him my Rule of Three.

He shook his head. "I'll be damned. That ever work for you, buddy?" He was clearly amused by my chutzpa.

I shrugged. "I'm discreet. But yeah it works more than you'd think."

He didn't say anything. He just picked up his cap and put in on his head. I couldn't tell if he was offended or thinking it over. Maybe both. Gone was that Officer Friendly manner. Instead, he turned and walked out of my place without a word.

That was the hardest part of the no-strings approach, and if there was a man who made me question it, it was Rich Cantone. But damnit, it was such an unrealistic idea. Cops like that didn't date men, they just got sucked on the DL.

***

Deputy Inspector McMullen kicked off his shoes as he undid his belt. I could tell his short fat spike was rock hard. "I got a full two hours, man," he said excitedely. "Maybe we can go for two?"

"Your call," I replied with a laugh. I knew Geoff McMullen would want head regularly now that he was on the Lifetime Plan, but even I was surprised by how regularly he made excuses to come into Manhattan. I offered to go meet him, but he liked the freedom and privacy of my place.

He shucked down his jeans and there it was, commando... that thick married cop cock. Drooling even in anticipation. He stepped out of his jeans. McMullen was a top heavy man, and had put on a couple of extra pounds as he approached 55. Like before, he hesitated to take off his sweatshirt. I didn't give a fuck either way. This career cop was the real deal.

"Kyle..." he asked after I milked load number one of him. "Think you might wanna fuck me today?" Not nervous this time. I could tell McMullen had been thinking this over, a lot. And he knew he had the goods, how crazy I'd be to get in his ass again.

"Yeah, man," I said as I peeled down my workout shorts and stroked my bone. "That'd be incredible."

Then the guy surprised me by leaning in and putting his hand behind my head. Instead of guiding it to his cock, he pulled me up into a kiss. Our first one. I'd fucked seven cops, and Deputy Inspector McMullen was the first I'd kissed.

The kissing made that fuck even hotter. We took our time, particularly since Geoff needed some recovery before round two. It was worth it. I fucked a healthy load out of him and left a matching one inside him. He felt more comfortable in his skin, even after the sex.

I let Geoff shower up first. He had to get back home and I was just enjoying the relaxation of lying in bed after a good lay. A little proud that my swimmers were deep in the Deputy Inspector's guts.

Then, as I checked my phone I saw I had soem texts. A couple from my friends checking in about evening plans, but one was from Officer Cantone. "All right you win. Let's do this."

God fucking damm, I was gonna add cop number 8 to my collection.

#drakestories

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mixsethaddams · 1 year

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Steve was bored.

Like, it was about to become a problem type of bored. He was practically falling asleep at his desk and he was already on warning after being late to work. You’d think his boss would be a little kinder for something as simple as sleeping through an alarm, but noooooo. She had to ‘make an example’, apparently. What a bitch. Instant written warning, no second chances.

Great.

It didn’t even happen for a good reason anyway. He binged some dumb Netflix show and kept hitting ‘Next Episode’ until 4am. It wasn’t even well written. So now here he was with a weight behind his eyes and half a mind to write a strongly worded letter to find out what the hell the writers were thinking with that ending.

He would have called out entirely if it wasn’t Wednesday. Steve’s favourite day of the week, because Wednesday was the day the interns from the business campus across town came in.

They were all Steve’s age or thereabouts, his status as a nepo baby securing his less-than-desirable spot in his father’s business behind this stupid desk, and under the watchful eye of Diane, right out of highschool. He envied how the students came in, sat in the corner of meetings and took frantic notes, before going off in a great big gaggle for lunch together while Steve ate a foil wrapped ham and cheese sandwich alone in the staff break room.

So Wednesday meant interns, meant crowded meetings, meant loud discussions of how to split a deli tab, meant Eddie.

Eddie.

Steve could barely keep his eyes off him any time he paraded through the office. His grey slacks were on the borderline of being too baggy for dress code, his white shirt was never tucked in but it was fitted to the point of maybe it was just a size too small, so it didn’t matter anyway. Even his slim black tie, flying around as Eddie bounced through the office, gave an extra endearing quality to the man. And the mop of curly hair, haphazardly thrown up into a bun on top of his head? Don’t get Steve started.

Steve had been looking for an ‘in’ for months now. Time was running out, the internship programme would be ending soon and Wednesday would go back to being just a regular day. No students, no Eddie. Steve tried once or twice to say hi when they passed in the parking lot but Eddie only ever offered a distracted smile before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone. He never even took out his headphones.

It wasn’t until Steve was sitting in the break room one Thursday, forcing himself to chew through stale bread and ham that had smelled better yesterday, that he finally got a chance. He was silently stewing at the fact Diane was forcing him to reenter a huge data sheet of figures later on that day. He fucking hated reentries, and she knew it.

“Hey,” said Eddie, standing at the door before sitting across from Steve at the table.

Steve realised he’d gone too long without replying when Eddie’s eyebrows quirked inwards.

“Hey, hi, yeah…. Hey,” said Steve quickly. He was suddenly very aware of how bland his grey shirt/navy sweater combo looked in comparison to Eddie’s….everything. It didn’t matter that Eddie was dressed in monotone greys today, it was just him.

“You’re not usually here on Thursdays,” said Steve, aiming for casual.

Eddie smirked.

“Yeah well,” he said, leaning back heavily in his chair. “I messed up some figures yesterday so I offered to come in today to fix it. No classes in the afternoon so, made sense,”

Eddie finished with a shrug. Steve had no idea what he’d just said because this was actually the first time he’d heard Eddie’s voice without the buzz of the entire office in the background and he felt like he wanted to swim in it.

“Cool, cool,” said Steve, hoping that was an appropriate response.

Eddie nodded and regarded Steve carefully, eyes dragging over the parts of him that weren’t hidden by the table.

“You take a lot of notice when I’m here….?” began Eddie, leaning forward and motioning for Steve to fill in the blank.

“Oh, S-Stephen, Steve, uh, Steve,” he stammered, clearing his throat.

“Steve,” repeated Eddie slowly. “I’m Eddie,”

Steve knew his name. Had made a mission of finding it out. Broke six different company policies on privacy to find it after the first week.

Steve just nodded, shy now.

“So tell me, Steve,” said Eddie, dragging his teeth over his lip when he said Steve’s name. “Do you always notice when I’m not here?”

“It’s…It’s intern day, Wednesdays,” floundered Steve. “You’re an intern. Wednesday is your day. To be here, I mean, and this is…Thursday, so…”

Eddie’s eye narrowed as a grin tugged on the edge of his mouth.

“Desk 405, right?” asked Eddie, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Third cubicle past the bathrooms, right next to the cooler?”

Steve’s mouth dropped open.

“Yeah, yes, uh, how did…” Steve cleared his throat again. “Why do you know where my desk is?”

Eddie stood, pocketing the paper again.

“You’re the one who’s going to help me fix my mistake,” said Eddie, rapping his knuckles on the table, calling over his shoulder as he left. “Thank Diane, she said you love data reentry,”

Steve did always like Diane.

#and if I said I want to turn this into a stalker steve fic?#then what?#steddie #my writing #seth writes

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hearts-hunger · 1 year

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four weddings and a funeral — part two

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⮡ part one

Series Summary:You and Danny haven’t spoken in years. When the two of you stumble upon a week of weddings, funerals, and the hotel rooms in between, will fate rekindle your friendship or put the old flames out altogether?

Chapter Summary: Seeing him at a funeral was strange enough. Running into him again at a wedding the next day... no, you don't believe in fate. Do you?

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader | Genres: friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, mutual pining | Word Count: 4.2k | Chapter Warnings: drinking, one (1) icky coworker

A/N: Two chapters in two days? On my blog? More likely than you think, apparently. This chapter is 99% fluff, I'm not sorry. I hope you like it! ♡

Danny didn’t text you again that night, and you didn’t see a text from him when you woke up the next morning. You reminded yourself that he was busy and he’d done you the courtesy of telling you he would be, but it didn’t stop you from catastrophizing and thinking that his interest in meeting again was all some sort of elaborate joke he was playing on you. You didn’t think he would do that, but then again, what did you really know of him now?

You hadn’t said so, embarrassingly willing to change your plans at a moment's notice, but you had a busy few days ahead of you too. The day after the funeral, one of your coworkers was getting married; the next day, you’d been invited to your cousin’s destination wedding in North Carolina. If you were honest with yourself, you knew you would have skipped both weddings to be with Danny, but you decided to go ahead with your plans until you heard from him. What sort of self-respecting woman would you be if you waited around the house for a man to text you back, even if he was the prettiest man you’d ever laid eyes on?

Still, you couldn’t help yourself; you put on Anthem of the Peaceful Army as you got ready for your coworker's wedding, paying special attention to the drums in each song.

When you felt you were sufficiently dolled up in your floral green tea dress, you took one last glance in the mirror and headed out. It was a morning wedding with a brunch reception afterwards, and you figured you’d probably take your leave after congratulating the happy couple and having a mimosa or two.

At the church, you were ushered into an aisle near the back on the bride’s side. The old wooden pew creaked with every movement, and muted voices filled up the quiet of the stone building.

“Well. Fancy seeing you here, sunshine.”

You whirled around and found yourself greeted by Danny’s familiar, heart-tilting smile.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded in a whisper. You tried not to get too distracted by his half-up, half-down hairstyle that gave him a very sweet look in his smart tweed blazer.

“You want me to leave?” he teased.

“No, I...” You followed him with your gaze as he came to sit with you, feeling a blush rise to your face as you felt his warmth and became aware of just how broad he was next to you.

“You’re not stalking me, are you?” you said, only half joking.

He smiled. “Maybe you’re stalking me.” He fiddled with the wedding program. “Who gets married at ten in the morning?”

You agreed that it was a little early for your tastes, especially while you were on school break, but you were too busy figuring out how you could have coincidentally run into him twice in as many days at the weirdest possible events.

“Are you here for the bride or the groom?” you asked.

“The groom. I knew him in high school before he moved here.”

“You mean to tell me that a guy you knew in high school is getting married to one of my coworkers?” you asked.

Danny grinned. “Small world, isn’t it?”

It was crazy. It was unbelievable. It was... fate, maybe, just like he’d said yesterday.

You shook your head, clearing it of that particular fanciful thought.

He leaned back, propping his ankle on his knee, stretching his arm out behind you on the back of the pew. You pressed a surreptitious hand to your cheek, feeling a red-hot blush at his closeness, his arm bracketing you against him, his knee brushing yours. Against your better judgment, you felt a kind of schoolgirl thrill at his display.

“Shouldn’t you be sitting on the groom’s side?” you asked. The groom and his party were getting set up at the front of the church, each of them dapper to the man.

“I don’t think so,” Danny said seriously. “Somebody else might sit next to you, and then I’d have to punch his lights out, and then I’d get us both kicked out of your coworker’s wedding. You’d never live that one down.”

You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand to try and keep quiet. Danny only smiled at you.

“Are you staying for the reception?” he asked.

“I think so,” you said. “It’s supposed to be brunch, and there’s very little that could get me to pass up free brunch.”

He hummed in agreement. “Wise lady.”

He handed you the program when you held your hand out for it. “Did you bring my jacket?”

“Why would I have brought your jacket, Danny?” you asked with a smile. “I would have thought it more likely to get killed by a meteor on the way here than to see you at this wedding.”

He laughed. “Where do you come up with this stuff, sunshine?”

You liked that you’d made him laugh, perhaps a bit too much. You bit your lip and tried to tear your gaze away from his smile.

Thankfully, everyone’s attention was pulled to the back of the church when the pianist started to play. You stood, Danny steadying you with a gentlemanly hand to your arm.

“Oh, she looks beautiful,” you said in a hushed voice when you saw the bride coming down the aisle. You’d never seen your fellow teacher look so lovely and so radiant.

Danny nudged you gently. “Look at him.”

You turned to see the groom, and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw how happy and very near tears he was at seeing his bride.

“He loves her,” Danny said quietly, and his voice was warm with affection. “It’s plain as day on his face. That’s the look of his best and longest love.”

You looked up at Danny, endeared and wondering at such a plainly romantic thought from a man.

“What do you know about best and longest loves?” you asked.

He smiled over at you. “I don’t know, sunshine. What do you know about them?”

You looked away then, too drawn to him for your own good. Something in you didn’t want him to know that the idea of a best and longest love was completely foreign to you, something you’d long since given up on having.

When the bride joined the groom at the front, the pastor asked the congregation to join in singing a hymn. There was only one hymnal in your pew, and Danny stooped a little and looked over your shoulder so you could share.

Morning has broken, the first verse read, like the first morning.

“Isn’t this... a Cat Stevens song?” you asked quietly, feeling a little foolish for thinking so.

Danny chuckled, his breath warm against your skin.

“It was originally a hymn,” he said. “But yes, you’re correct. Cat Stevens did cover it on his album Teaser and the Firecat.”

You turned to meet his eyes and found he was closer than you’d thought. Your noses bumped together, and he scrunched his in a playful wince.

“Sorry,” you whispered, trying not to giggle while everybody else was singing.

He smiled. “That’s okay,” he whispered back.

Both of you looked back to the hymnal, and you were determined to focus on singing like everybody else. How hard could it be?

Danny started to sing, and you were helpless not to look back at him, drawn to his voice like a flower opening to the sun. Every note was beautiful, smooth and warm like maple syrup and twice as sweet. You felt something ache in your chest as you listened to him and watched his expression.

He didn’t take his eyes off the hymnal. “Sing with me, sunshine.”

You thought you might be able to hear your heart break if you listened close enough.

“Okay,” you said, very soft.

His mouth tipped up in a gentle smile when you started to sing, and he skillfully eased his voice up until he was singing harmony with you. For a moment, there was nobody else in the world but you two, and there was nothing else you’d rather do than sing with him.

Then, before you were ready, the song came to an end. You and Danny sat together, closer to each other than you needed to be, and you tried to keep your attention on the ceremony.

“Sunny.”

You looked over at the whispered nickname. Your breath caught in your chest at the sight of him; rosy light from the stained glass window shone all around him, shades of pink and blue and gold dancing in his curls and catching in his eyes.

He pressed a small piece of paper into your hand, one of those pew cards people filled out to get in touch with the church.

I like your dress, it read in his slightly messy handwriting. It’s very pretty.

You blushed, not quite able to meet his eyes. You mouthed a thank you.

He smiled and nudged you a little, wanting you to write him back. He handed you the golf pencil he’d taken from the back of the pew.

Thank you, you wrote back. I think you look rather dapper.

He read it and gave an amused roll of his eyes. He scrawled another message back to you.

Thank you - I didn’t mean to guilt you into complimenting me, LOL. I just wanted you to be my pen pal.

You breathed a laugh and drew a smiley face next to his note. Then, tell me a good Cat Stevens song.

He nodded sagely and took the pencil back from you.

The boy with a moon and star on his head, he wrote. That's a great one.

You drew a stick figure with a moon and star on its forehead. Danny drew another stick figure holding hands with yours, this one with the swirly hair usually indicative of a girl.

You pointed to the one he’d drawn, then to him, then to you. With his long, pretty curls, who could tell whether he’d meant it to be him or you?

He smiled. He drew big cartoony muscles on the boy with the moon and star on his head, and it made you laugh.

You didn’t know how long you’d expected the ceremony to be, but it felt no longer than a few minutes with Danny beside you scrawling notes to amuse you. He flipped the paper over and drew something with more focus than a doodle needed, the tip of his tongue held between his teeth; you barely heard the vows being exchanged at the front of the church, so intent were you on simply looking at the boy next to you.

He showed you his drawing when he was done: it was the stick figure couple in three scenes, one with a coffin in the background, one with champagne flutes in hand, one with both of them shrugging and a giant question mark looming in the background.

You drew the girl giving a jacket back to the boy. Danny smiled and drew the boy with a thumbs up.

When the bride and groom were pronounced man and wife, you and Danny stood as they came down the aisle hand in hand. You saw Danny slip the paper into his inside jacket pocket, close to his heart, and you tried not to overthink it very much.

“Shall we get some brunch?” he asked, offering you his arm as the rest of the guests started to file out.

You felt a little bashful as you looped your arm with his. “We shall, my good sir.”

The reception was a short walk away in the old, beautifully preserved hall adjacent to the church. Danny found a table for the two of you and excused himself to get mimosas for both of you, clinking his glass against yours when he returned.

“To the happy couple,” he said. “May they live in a beautiful stick house and have lots of stick figure children.”

You laughed, feeling as bubbly as the champagne in your drink.

You and Danny talked as the rest of the guests milled around during the cocktail hour, and you joined in the toast when the bride and groom came in from taking pictures. You both went straight for the waffle bar when brunch started, like-minded in the swirls of whipped cream on both your plates.

“We’re going for blueberries, of course,” he said, reaching across you to get to the fruit.

“Blueberries?” you protested. You reached across his arm. “No way. Raspberries are the obvious answer here.”

“Just try some with your waffle,” he said, spooning some blueberries onto your plate. “Trust me.”

“Fine,” you said, giving him a scoop of raspberries. “Trust me, too.”

“You’re a handful, you know that?” he teased.

You hummed in agreement. “A handful of raspberries, maybe.”

He grinned, and you decided that if given the chance, you’d probably, unfortunately, enjoy spending the rest of your life making him smile like that.

Back at your table, you both grudgingly agreed that the other’s choice in fruit wasn’t so bad. Every so often, one of Danny’s old friends or one of your coworkers would come over and say hello; you told each other the details of your relationships with each person as they left your table.

“That’s Mrs. Kline,” you said, leaning close to Danny to keep from being overheard as the second grade teacher walked off. “She’s a basket case.”

Danny almost choked on his coffee. He recovered with slightly strained laughter.

“You don’t pull your punches, do you, sunny?”

You smirked. “I’m right, though. Work one day with her and you’ll agree with me.”

You were about to tell him one of your more entertaining stories about Mrs. Kline when you caught sight of someone coming towards you with eager, undivided focus.

“Oh, shit,” you whispered. “Uh, Danny? I need you to be my boyfriend.”

“Okay,” he agreed easily. You would have blushed if you hadn’t been dreading the arrival of your awful coworker so much, trying to think of how to make the interaction as quick and painless as possible.

“Scott!” you said, unable to help the way you pitched your voice up to sound more feminine and cheerful. Danny glanced at you with a bemused frown, but he caught on when Scott came up to your table.

“I’m glad to see you’re here,” Scott said, all but ignoring Danny in favor of looking at you with an avid interest. “I’ve been wanting to spend some time together outside of school.”

Danny put his arm over the back of your chair. “You two work together, is that right?” he asked.

Scott seemed surprised that Danny had spoken.

“That’s right,” he said. “We work closely together.”

You cringed inwardly. “Scott’s the technical aide in the office,” you explained.

“I keep everything running smoothly around there,” Scott said importantly.

Danny gave him a cool smile. “I’m sure you do.”

Scott gave Danny a look of poorly concealed disdain.

“And who are you?” he asked. “You’re not a new hire, are you?”

“Oh, no,” Danny assured him. You almost wished he’d tell Scott he was a world-famous, fabulously wealthy rockstar, but you knew he was too humble even in a situation like this to do so.

“Well, I’d love to talk to her for a while,” Scott said, obviously dismissing Danny and speaking about you like you had no choice in the matter. “Work things, you know.”

Danny gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, assuring you he wasn’t going to leave. You hadn’t worried he would leave you at the mercy of your arrogant coworker, but the reassurance was a welcome comfort all the same.

“You’re on spring break, aren’t you?” Danny asked, pointed but just polite enough to leave Scott fuming. “Gotta be nice to have a week or so where you don't have to worry about work stuff, right?”

“I suppose,” he ground out.

Danny smiled. “Great.” He looked to you. “You wanted to get some pictures under the flower arch, right, honey?”

You managed a feeble smile and tried to play along. “I did. Thank you for remembering.”

Danny stood and offered you a hand up.

“Good talking to you, Scott,” he said, effectively cutting off any further conversation and letting you go ahead of him to make your escape outside. You glanced over your shoulder to see Scott looking stunned that anyone had dared to interrupt the time he felt he was owed with you, but you were grounded with the touch of Danny’s hand at the small of your back.

“Come on, sunshine,” he said.

He led you outside to where a beautiful flower arch had been set up for picture-taking. You breathed a sigh of relief to be free of Scott and turned to thank Danny for his help.

“I’m sorry if I handled that stupidly,” Danny said, before you’d even had the chance to start speaking. The cool, confident mask he’d worn when talking to Scott was now gentled by concern and remorse.

“I didn’t mean to take over and talk for you,” he said. “I was just trying to help, but maybe I made it worse.”

You softened and came closer to him.

“I was glad you talked to him for me,” you admitted. “I wouldn’t have known what to say. I always end up being more polite and agreeable than I ought to be with him, even when he gets pushy.”

The breeze pushed a lock of hair across your face; he reached and gently tucked it behind your ear.

“You shouldn’t let him or anybody else treat you like that,” he said. “But I understand that it might be intimidating to stand up to him. I’m sorry he’s disrespectful to you.”

You gave him a weak smile. “Thank you. And thank you for your help. You’re a very good actor.”

He smiled. “The best acting comes from the heart, you know.”

You felt your cheeks warm. “So I’ve heard.”

Pulling your phone out of your bag, you turned towards the flower arch. “We might as well get some pictures while we’re out here, don’t you think?”

“Sure, sunny.”

You gestured for him to stand in front of it and pulled up your camera.

Danny’s brow raised. “Me?”

You smiled. “Yes, you. Surely you’re familiar with getting your picture taken, mister big-time.”

He gave you a dry smile and went to stand in front of the arch like you directed. His expression relaxed into a handsome smile as he stood with the ease of someone who was, in fact, very comfortable in front of a camera.

“You like doing photoshoots, don’t you?” you teased. It was a great picture, Danny all dressed up in front of the gorgeous arch of peach roses and silver dollar eucalyptus. “I feel like some rock stars do and some don’t, and you’re one of the ones who do.”

He shrugged, a telling smile tipping the corner of his mouth. “Maybe.”

You couldn’t exactly blame him; if you were as photogenic as Danny, you’d probably like getting your picture taken too.

“Do another pose,” you said. “Let’s get a good one for the secret instagram you post all your dorky pictures on.”

He didn’t have the chance to deliver a witty comeback before he buried his face against the crook of his arm and sneezed once, twice, three times.

“‘Scuse me,” he said when he’d recovered, his voice a little hoarse.

“Bless you,” you said. “Times three. That’s not a very good pose, though.”

He chuckled. “No, probably not.” He stepped out from under the arch and came to your side again.

“You okay?” you asked, noticing his eyes were a little glassy.

He hummed in agreement. “The roses,” he said. “No big deal.”

“Danny!” you scolded. “You should have said something! I wouldn’t have tortured you by making you take pictures under a gigantic bunch of roses if I’d known you were deathly allergic to them.”

He smiled, already starting to look better now that he was a few paces away from the arch.

“You’re awfully dramatic, sunshine. You know that, right?”

You waved him off. “Fine,” you said airily. “Keel over dead if you want.”

He took your phone from you. “Go. Your turn.”

You stood in front of the arch and fluffed out the bell of your dress. “So, you’re saying I shouldn’t bring you roses as a thank you for letting me borrow your jacket?”

“You mean for letting you steal my jacket?” he teased. “No, you shouldn’t get me roses. Not unless you’ve got some Benadryl hidden in that dress of yours.”

You laughed, and he took a picture right as you did. “Keep laughing like that, sunny.”

“Keep amusing me, Daniel,” you said tartly.

He grinned as he took another picture. “Actually, I take it back. I like this sassy look. You’re like a scary flower goddess or something.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again. “That’s the most interesting compliment I think I’ve ever gotten, Danny.”

“My pleasure,” he said. He took a few last pictures. “Here. Come see if you like them.”

You stood on your tiptoes and hung on his arm to see. “Oh, those are wonderful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said sweetly. “Though I admit, it’s not very hard to take a good picture when what you’re photographing is so lovely.”

Your smile was wry. “I bet you say that to all the ladies.”

“Only for you,” he said. He traced an x over his heart. “Cross my heart, sunshine.”

You enjoyed the breezy spring day for a little while longer before you went back inside, getting to your seats again just in time to see the bride and groom share a donut from their tiered donut “cake”. You got one for you and Danny to share too, and you spent way too long fantasizing about kissing the sugar off his fingertips.

“So, sunshine.” Danny cradled his coffee cup in one big hand. “I have a proposition for you.”

You waggled your brows. “Oh, is that so?”

He laughed. “Not that kind of proposition,” he corrected. “A proposition about our coffee date.”

Despite the fun you’d had with him today, you still felt the tiniest sting of embarrassment at the reminder that you’d asked him out and not gotten a wholehearted “yes”.

“Did we decide we were having a coffee date?” you asked, trying for nonchalance.

His smile was gentle and a little apologetic.

“I know I didn’t give you the answer you wanted,” he said. “It wasn’t the answer I wanted, either.”

He leaned his elbows on the table. “This wedding was one of the things I was trying to cram in this week,” he said. “And I would have invited you, but I was worried you might have thought it was weird to have a date at a wedding. Luckily, you were here anyway, and we did have a date at a wedding, and you still want to go out with me again. Maybe.”

You smiled. “Maybe.”

He grinned back. “So, if that’s the case, I’d like to propose another wedding date this week.”

No way, you thought. “Is it tomorrow?” There was no way you could both unknowingly be invited to the same wedding again.

He shook his head. “It’s the day after,” he said, and you were a little relieved to know the two of you hadn’t stumbled into a glitch in the matrix.

“Why?” he asked. “Are you only free tomorrow?”

You laughed a little. “No, I actually have another wedding too. I’m flying out tonight.”

You met his eyes, an insane idea occurring to you. He watched your face with a growing smile.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I have kind of a crazy idea,” you said.

He nodded. “Hit me.”

“Well...” You toyed with the handle of your coffee cup. You wanted to invite him, but airfare wouldn’t be cheap the day of.

“It might be expensive,” you admitted.

“That’s not a problem,” he said. He pinked a little. “I mean, I’m not trying to be crass or arrogant, but... you don’t have to be worried about that.”

You found his bashfulness endearing, even if the thought of how much money he made had your head spinning a little.

“Well, in that case,” you said, trying to play it cool and not let on how much you wanted him to come, “I’d like to invite you to be my plus one for this wedding tomorrow. If... if you’d like to come.”

He beamed.

“I’d love to,” he said sincerely. “If you’ll come to the other wedding the day after as my plus one.”

“My flight back from the first wedding isn’t until the afternoon,” you warned.

He considered that. “The second wedding starts at 6:30,” he said. “And it’s about half an hour from here. When does your flight land?”

“Three,” you said.

He shrugged. “Up to you. I’m game if you are.”

You couldn’t believe you were even considering this. Yesterday morning, you'd been worried that most of your spring break would be spent being home alone; now, here you were, about to agree to a whirlwind couple of days of weddings, late-night partying, and Danny.

You gave him a helpless smile. “Okay.”

He grinned. “Yeah? You want to do this?”

Oh, but with his contagious excitement and that beaming smile, it was far too easy to say yes to him.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Let’s do this.”

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Domme Lena Luthor x Female Sub Reader

Summary: you had been walking on thin ice from the moment you woke up, the previous night being the reason for the tension between you and Lena. She is strict about respecting her rules, and you definitely decided to break every single one in the last couple of days. Last night you took Lena to her limit, but she handled you coldly, taking you to your room for a sleepless and empty night. You want to push her even more tho, you want a reaction, the type of reaction you would expect from your Mistress.

Warnings: spanking, strap-on, size kink, kneeling, teasing, rough language, insulting.

Words: 2k

A cold, lonely and sad breakfast, that was what you were welcomed with as soon as you woke up. Looking down at the busy city, you questioned your actions but found nothing wrong… well, there was something wrong. Lena had been giving you the silent treatment since the evening before, ignoring your pity cries during the night.

She was usually more than happy to spare a couple of minutes to text you while she worked, but not today. Looking at your phone, you only found some comfort in your lock screen, a sneaky picture you took of her in one of the fancy restaurants she used to take you to.

A pale post-it note on the fridge reminded you to clean after yourself after having breakfast. But why were you supposed to follow the rules while she could do everything she wanted? That didn’t sound right. “Clean your own kitchen” your reminded her by text.

The tension between you and your Mistress didn’t go unnoticed even while you were going to work: your private driver was more than aware of the dynamic between you and Lena, and he wasn’t shy about asking questions about your relationship status. “We had a small fight yesterday, her fault obviously, I didn’t do nothing wrong” you repeated more to yourself than to him. “She is just being dramatic about it”

“This morning she looked quite guilty and worried to be honest, Miss”. Finally. She was about to give up.

The past month had been so full of work that she apparently forgot the special attention you need once in a while. She’s been coming home so late, just to find you asleep in your bed, holding her pillow as if it was her. There was no doubts she was feeling guilty about that, and you were kind of pushing on that sense of guilt.

You’ve been hitting her with the usual: “You forgot how to be a Mistress? Do I have to show you?” Or “It’s okay, I will fulfill my needs in some other way, I don’t need you”, but nothing seemed to upset her in the way you wanted.

Yesterday almost seemed like the day.

You teased her so much during her meetings, texting her naughty thoughts and naughty pictures, enjoying yourself a little on her couch, right in front of her macbook. Your fingers disappearing inside of you almost tempted her to stop everything and run to you. But that didn’t happen.

At the end of the night, the only thing u got was a fresh bruise on your arm. It took all your strength not to oppose to her while she was pushing you inside the bedroom, stopping all your fantasies with a cold “Go to sleep and don’t you dare do that again”

“Can you please take me to LuthorCorp? I need to talk to Lena” you asked the driver. Your work could wait, you worked for Lena after all.

People were not surprised to see you inside the building, it was like your second house. At the beginning of your relationship, you spent more time in there than you actually spent at your own house. It was a beautiful building, a little too white since you liked colorful walls. Lena’s office was obviously on the highest floor, she could see the entire city from her windows.

The elevator gave you time to breathe and to think about your next moves. You weren’t a brat, never had been one, but lately it seemed like the only way to have some kind of attention. “I hope she isn’t in a bad mood” you prayed to yourself, hoping for some needed contact.

When the elevator doors opened, papers were flying in the air, people were screaming and nothing was in a good mood, not even the heating system apparently. “I told you like seven times! I do not like those plans! Get out of my office!” She dismissed her assistant.

“Hello, Miss” she greeted you with her head bowed.

“Hello” you smiled with compassion at that poor woman.

You entered silently, sitting on one of the armchairs near her desk. You weren’t allowed there and you perfectly knew that, but you also knew that in stressful circumstances, you were welcomed. She was looking down at her screens, arms stretched forward and legs straight. She was wearing her usual work attire: black blouse and black pants, hair pulled back in a tidy bun. You always found yourself staring at her perfection, even if she reminded you yours wasn’t that different from hers.

Her face was so scrunched that her eyebrows seemed to be joined, her nose seemed slightly wrinkled, and even her lower lip couldn’t escape the clutches of her teeth. She wasn’t used to screaming at her employees, but stress could lead her to be a different person, a much meaner one… and you perfectly knew that.

“You should stop with that expression, or you’ll get wrinkles before you turn forty” you whispered loudly enough to be heard. “Too much stress will bring you nothing”

She slowly raised her face enough to send a cold stare in your direction, silently telling you to shut your mouth until it was too late not to face the consequences. “And who are you precisely to tell me what should I and shouldn’t do?”. A cold gust of wind seemed to break down your perfect hair.

At that point you could only do two things: apologize for your behavior and go back to the usual rhythm or keep teasing her until she gave in. The second option seemed like the only one for your needy mind, you couldn’t take another day without feeling her.

You decided to hit her with the one and only sentence she hated the most, the one that gave her a palpable sense of rage and lack of power: “Me? Oh, I’m definitely someone you do not own”

The clicking of her heels on the wooden floor felt like the proof it was working. Wetness started to spread between your legs as soon as you found her standing in front of you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. She bent a little bit, just to be at your level. “If I do not own you, tell me why I have your naked ass with my handprints on it as my lock screen, tell me while I carry your little collar as a bracelet and please, tell me why I could easily go into your panties and find nothing but your nasty cum, you little useless petty bitch”

You were so desperate that you found yourself strangling a little moan as she stared at you, waiting for your next move. It took you a minute to recover, but your answer wasn’t late to arrive.

“Well, you haven’t touched me or anything in a month, so I guessed you didn’t own me anymore”

You were ready for everything, you have been preparing for a month. In her office there was everything you needed: the paddle, the cane, whips, chains.. everything you would have liked her to use on your body.

“I’m sorry sweetheart” she sighed reaching for the other armchair. “Work has been drowning me into a never ending spiral of nightmares and overthinking. I noticed you were asking for attention, but I couldn’t give it to you yet, not with a full head. Come here…” she patted her lap, a small gesture you were waiting for.

You happily sat on her lap, finally feeling her warmth and smelling her strong powerful perfume. God how much you waited for those simple sensations.

“I’m sorry Lena”

“Lena? A month of zero discipline made you forget I’m not one of your peers?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress”

“That’s better”

She lowered her head until it was on your shoulder, smelling your skin while thinking about what to do next. A part of you knew she had to go back to work, but the other half hoped for different things. She made you stand up to reach her computer, only to close it with a swift movement. “We are going home, I think you relaxed for a little too long… work can wait”

The smile on your face was enough to tell her she made the right choice.

The ride home was the happiest you’ve ever been in a month: soft music playing, her right hand on your inner thigh, the sunlight and the warmth only a happy environment could bring.

You enjoyed her silence, she was getting ready for what was coming next. She needed a couple of minutes to gather her thoughts and her ideas. “We haven’t done something in a while, you want soft or hard? It’s completely your choice, I do not expect you to own me sex or whatever you want to do already, we can start soft…”

“You perfectly know what I want, Mistress”

“Then I do not want to hear a sound coming from your mouth until I say you are allowed. You will do what I order you to do, and do not complain, you are not in a good position already, do not make it worse for yourself”

“Yes Miss”

“You know what sweetie?”

“What?”

“You can start your punishments by cleaning the kitchen, since you had fun this morning”

Of course she read the message.

When she opened the door you followed her orders while she sat comfortably on her couch, crossing her legs and observing you carefully. You loved her eyes on you, she made you feel like the strongest yet weakest person in the world. It didn’t take long to clean what you left that morning, but knowing you could be on her knees already was thrilling you a lot.

“I’m done, Miss” you said reaching her on the couch.

“Kneel”

You fell on your knees, desperately waiting for more, thriving attention for your poor neglected body. You were careful to kneel right in front of her expensive shoes, a beautiful pair of shiny Louboutin.

“You are even more perfect like this”

She pulled your hair so hard you didn’t even have time to realize she was taking you to your bedroom, harshly handling you like the toy she repeated you were. “Just a fucking toy”

She asked you to take off your clothes until you were fully exposed to her sight, right on the bed in front of her. She handcuffed you to the bed headboard, giving you no time to complain or resist… you wouldn’t have done it anyway, you waited too much.

“I counted every single hateful, disrespectful and rude text you’ve sent me in the past days… around eighty five if I remember well. Let’s see… should I give you the same number of… I don’t know… ruined orgasms? Spankings? Slaps?”

“Whatever you think it’s the right choice,Miss”

She turned you around with a swift movement, interlacing your arms almost painfully. You felt the pain before the sound, her hand coming down on your ass time after time, again until you started crying and panting for a break, a break that didn’t come.

Your ass was covered in bright red handprints, giving your skin a nice shade. “It hurts, Miss” you cried.

“Does it?” She replied sarcastically.

Before you knew it, she disappeared in the dark walking closet, coming back with one of your biggest strap on and a tube of lube. “I guess you don’t need that” she laughed helping you on all fours. “Look at you, pathetic”

“I can’t take it”

Well, she didn’t care a bit.

She fucked you mercilessly, reminding you of who was in charge. Every trust was enough to hit you in the right place, making you see stars every time she entered you.

After what it seemed hours long, she finally let you come, giving you what you have been asking for. You fell on the bed, limping body, you felt a cold washcloth being carefully pressed against your back and your neck, softly washing away all the sweat from your hard night.

“Thank you” you whispered while she removed your handcuffs. “For everything”

“I wish you would brat more often sweetie, I had fun” she smiled laying beside you.

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revisitingfandoms · 3 months

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(breaks down door) sup bitch guess what I got! A fic for you!!! It’s a continuation after the last one!

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She… feels better. Even if it’s just a tinsy bit, spilling out their past like that, what she’s been through makes them feel a little better. Of course there are things she hasn’t addressed / admitted yet… like your crushes on not only shadow milk but now apparently golden butter… which is just great. Or even your insecurities about yourself, but those are later problems. Besides they don’t want to drop that on them especially after yesterday, you can tell that their moods have shifted dramatically.

But hey! At least you can be awake for more than 2 hours now, does that mean your bored? Most definitely! But at least both Mystic flour and Shadow milk stay in her room, the others visit but they seem busy with stuff…. She doesn’t want to think about! (Coward seems to echo through her mind but she ignores it, their an expert in denial). Mystic flour is always by their bedside, their silent most of the time but she’s a comforting presence. And hey she gives you snacks so… but theirs also Shadow milk! He’s usually at the desk researching,… researching a way to help them. You feel a bit bad about the whole thing, you won’t voice that thought though.

The chatter between the two finally registers in your head, it seems you were spacing out.

“… hey um. What are you two talking about? Sorry I wasn’t fully listening.” Arcane egg says sheepishly

“I mean else would we be talking about, we’re discussing on how to cure you of course!” Shadow milk says in an intense tone, he both seems impatient to find an answer. But also very, very tired. He should rest you think.

“I think they mean the specifics on what we’re discussing, and the answer to that is… how do we get information from Fortune cookie.” Mystic flour clarified

Ooh yeah… that dilemma “oh… how has that been going”

Shadow milk scowls in frustration “ Not well, NOT WELL AT ALL!”

“Keep your voice down! Arcane egg might’ve gotten a bit better but their nowhere near fully recovered” Mystic flour scolds

“…what happened to that speaking to the dead idea? Finally realize it was a terrible idea?” You speak off handedly… ooh they don’t seem to like that. Oh no.

Both seem to just stare disapprovingly at the comment before Shadow milk speaks “ your self demeaning comment aside, don’t do that! No I have tried to contact fortune cookies soul but it hasn’t worked no matter what I've tried, it never works!” he basically growls.

“Are you sure you're doing it correctly? Do you have all the necessary tools, materials?” Mystic questions

“Yes I’ve done everything right! I’m not an ameture Mystic flour!” The two continue to bicker slightly among themselves.

But you start thinking… maybe you should have a look at his research. Both out of boredom but also the want to help your clearly distressed friend. You may have given up on yourself but that doesn’t mean you’ll give up on them. “… do you mind? If I um have a look” you ask softly

“Sure why not, you’ve been bored haven’t you.” He then walks over to his desk and collects a variety of papers, he then returns to your side gives them to you. “Here you go Sunny, let’s see if you can make sense of this.” He than ruffles your hair… it’s comforting.

The two continue to talk, but you aren’t paying much attention. You begin to scan the notes, their as professional as always. No matter how much of a clown Shadow milk is, he’s always been so smart (unlike you… you push the thought back). For the most part the research seems correct, you can’t find a reason it would work… wait what’s that?

“…what are witches' chains?” You ask.

“From what little that I’ve found they were apparently given to a cookie, a cookie who prayed for the strength to help stop us. And apparently those prayers were answered, I know this because before we were fully sealed chains trapped us.” He seems very annoyed by that fact “why? I don’t think it has anything to do with why my spell won’t work?”

“Curious I suppose, any physical description of the object?”

“Sure here, don’t think it’ll mean much of anything but… I can take what I get Sunny” he gives you a document describing the “witches chains”

…ok so their silver chains, duh. They have intricate patterning of the moon and stars on them. Ok. They held immense power, so much in fact it could be used to temporarily match that of soul jams, interesting, the aura of which is described like the soft streams of moonlight on a calm night…. Wait, you've felt that before. You’ve seen these chains before… but on who, where.

You start to parse through your recent memories, your recent adventures…. It was in the city of wizards! Gingerbrave and their friends were busy trying to find Moonlight cookie! You were trying to help them but you felt a draw, to a place that not only felt like moonlight but… it felt like home! And so you excused yourself and found a cookie! And they felt so, so familiar. Wait… the document said it changed your appearance when you use the chains… and that much power can keep a cookie going for years… centuries even.

Wait!! Wait omg, the timeline matches! And that cookie, Mirror moon cookie is that why…! “!!!!” You jump up suddenly with a sudden burst of energy. Much to the surprise of Shadow and Mystic. Your about to speak but you loose your balance since you haven’t used your legs in a while…

*THUNK*

… good job dumbass you think. Because your face is now planted on the floor. You just ate shit in front of your friends, how embarrassing.

“Oh my god! Are you okay!” Shadow milk almost yells in worry. Both help you up and back onto the bed “what happened, did you figure something out-“

“I think Fortune cookie is alive!” The look flabbergasted but before they can speak you continue “I think thats why the spell didn’t work! Its because she isn’t dead!”

Shadow milk is stunned into silence so Mystic flour is the one to speak “…why do you think that?” She questioned

And so you begin to explain your theory, about the info on the witches chains, about the mysterious cookie you met. With each word Shadow milk cookie begins to brighten up, it warms your heart. Even Mystic flour seems impressed on your findings!

After your done explaining and out of breath from your sudden energy disappearing, Shadow milk cookie scoops you up into a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Is all he repeats, you look over and Mystic flour gives you a soft smile.

…you don’t know what’s gonna happen next… but this, whatever this is…. Makes you feel warm… maybe theirs hope after all? You don’t really believe it, but a part of you is hopeful. No matter how small.

Well… you’ll guess you’ll see.

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what chu think? I hope you enjoy! I also must say you do such a good job on writing for shadow milk cookie when he’s being sincere. That’s how I imagine him around loved ones!

have a good one! Can’t wait to see more!

;dk;lwand;kpankdawd;aml;d

Op you- amazing.

Just- yes.

#shadow milk cookie #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run oc #mystic flour cookie #Arcane Egg Cookie #Mirror Moon Cookie #My heart-#Thats his apprentice! Shes alive!#just- yes

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen

@nightmareglitter

Chapter Twenty

Nancy frowned as she tried to think about what to do next. Eddie and Steve were sitting with her at the kitchen table while Eddie chowed down on his leftover dinner. He hadn't eaten since the previous day at lunchtime. Meanwhile, Nancy was lost in thought. She tried to call the Byers, but the line was busy, and she was even desperate enough to call Murray, but he didn't answer either. She wasn't sure how to get in contact with Dr. Owens. Suddenly, she was very worried about Mike. Why wasn't Mrs. Byers answering the phone? It's not like she could get here very quickly, anyway but they had agreed to stay in touch when she left.

"Go away, it's mine," Eddie said, breaking her out of her thoughts.

Mayhem was on the table, eyeing Eddie's plate of food. She was licking her lips. She swiped a paw at it, but Eddie blocked it with his elbow.

"Meow," Mayhem said.

"Stop acting like we don't feed you," Eddie said and hissed at the cat.

Mayhem scooted back and looked at him disaprovingly. Apparently, that had been the wrong thing to say. Mayhem meowed louder. Eddie scowled and meowed back at her. Pretty soon, they were meowing back and forth.

"Eddie," Nancy laughed.

"What? She started it," Eddie replied.

"Stop arguing with the cat," she said with amusement.

"Whatever you say, meowmy," Eddie said.

"I told you that is not catching on," she replied.

"Come on, Mayhem, you want some special food?" Steve asked, and suddenly Mayhem's attention was on him.

"You spoil her, Stevie," Eddie said fondly.

Nancy stared out the kitchen window. It was quite dark outside now. They had slept longer than she thought. With everything that happened today, it was strange to realize that yesterday wasn't that long ago. Yesterday, she was at the game covering for the paper. . . The paper. . . Shit, she was supposed to drive Fred there this morning. She checked the clock. He should still be up. Nancy stood up suddenly and went to the phone.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asked, his mouth full of food.

"Calling Fred. I was supposed to be at the paper with him today, but I never showed up. He's probably worried," Nancy said.

"Hm," Eddie said and continued to eat.

It rang so many times that Nancy wasn't sure she was ever going to get through, but finally, she did.

"Hello?" Nancy asked.

"Oh, Nancy," Mrs. Benson's voice came through, and she was sobbing.

"Mrs. Benson? I, uh, was calling to check on Fred. I was supposed to take him to the paper today, but something came up, and I never got around to calling," Nancy said.

"Oh, Nancy, sweetheart. . . I hate to say this. . . I don't know how to say this, but Fred, he. . . My baby passed away tonight," Mrs. Benson sobbed. "The police are here now."

It felt like Nancy had been punched in the stomach. She hadn't been friends with Fred very long, but still, he had been her friend, and he had been so nice to her when she joined the paper so late. Everyone else had been there for a while, and some were new like her, but they had been too shy to talk to her, or they hadn't cared. Fred had been the one to approach her and show her the ropes.

"How?" Nancy asked.

"I don't know - I don't - the lights started to flicker, and I thought the power was going to go out, so I went to check on him, and he was lying there. . . He was broken. . . So broken and his eyes. . . His eyes were gone. . .I don't know, I don't know . . . " Mrs. Benson sobbed. "I have to go."

Before Nancy could ask any more questions, the line went dead. She hung up the phone and collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. Not again. Please, not again.

"Nancy, baby?" Eddie asked. "What's wrong?"

Steve came back into the room, his eyes going wide as he saw Nancy on the floor. Tears were spilling on her cheeks as she stared ahead in horror.

"What happened?" Steve asked.

"I don't know," Eddie frowned. "She called Fred and when she got off the phone, she was like this."

"Fred's dead," Nancy said.

"What? How?!" Steve yelped.

"L-like Chrissy," she replied.

"Shit!" Eddie cursed and dropped to her side. "Baby, I am so sorry."

Steve moved to her other side and held her tightly. Eddie wrapped his arms around the both of them as Nancy's body started to shake with sobs. It wasn't fucking fair. How did she keep losing friends? Was she cursed? No, she wasn't cursed. This fucking town was. As she broke down in the arms of the men whom she loved, she realized that they all needed to fucking leave.

"This is too much," Nancy sobbed.

"Call the Byers again," Eddie said. "Call Murray again. We have to do something anything."

Eddie held Nancy tightly as they both trembled, and he whispered words of comfort in her ear. She wasn't listening to what he was saying. Everything was fading away, becoming out of focus as though she were underwater.

"They're not answering," Steve said.

"They have to fucking care! Either they don't give a shit or something is going on with them too," Eddie said.

"Mike," she heard Steve say suddenly.

"Mike?" Nancy asked.

Before anyone could say anything else, a knock sounded at the apartment door. Eddie held onto Nancy tighter while Steve picked up his bat. Still in Nancy's bathrobe, Steve looked pretty silly. He held the bat behind the door and pulled it open slightly. Nancy's eyes widened in surprise as she saw Lily standing there.

"Lily?" Nancy asked.

"Are you alright?" Lily asked.

"I don't - what are you doing here?" Nancy asked.

"We heard what happened, may we come in?" Lily asked.

A shorter woman with short dark hair and piercing brown eyes stood behind Lily. They both wore matching black suits.

"Who is that?" Nancy asked.

"This is my partner, Agent Ellen Stinson," Lily introduced.

"Agent?" Eddie and Steve asked.

"You work for them," Nancy said in realization.

"Dr. Owens sent us to keep you safe," Lily said.

"So, what all of it was just a lie? You don't have a degree in journalism," Nancy snapped.

"Yes, actually, I do. The only thing I didn't tell you was who I really worked for. I got involved in all of this while working on a story. What I do is protect people like you, those that get involved when they shouldn't. I learned my lesson, still sometimes you have to fight for the truth," Lily said and paused. "You're just kids. You shouldn't have to go through this alone."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Nancy asked.

"Mostly, because I had orders not to and the other reason is that you never know who could be listening," Lily said. "This town has been put on the map. Other people are going to be interested in this place and what lies beneath. We needed to make sure that no one like Brenner ever pulled shit like this again. You have every reason to be angry, but that can wait until later. We need to figure out what the hell is going right now. You can yell at me all you want after all of this, but right now, we have work to do."

"I'll be holding you to that," Nancy mumbled.

She knew she was right, though. Lily hadn't been the only one keeping secrets. Nancy and everyone else kept secrets about what they've been through from their own family. Nancy didn't have any right to be mad, did she?

"Let them in," Nancy said softly.

Steve stepped aside to let them in. Lily looked at Steve in amusement as she entered the apartment.

"Nice outfit," Lily said.

"Thanks, it's our girlfriend's," Steve said.

Lily looked at Eddie with the blanket still wrapped around his waist and then at Nancy, who was still wearing Eddie's Hellfire shirt. Nancy wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of being half naked in front of her former boss like she would have been a while back. It was just the human body, everyone had one. That might have been something that she picked up something from Steve and Eddie, considering they have no shame when it comes to certain things.

"Right," Lily said. "Tell us everything that's happened so far."

Eddie shared a look with Nancy, and she nodded. He began to tell her everything that happened, and when he was done, he looked very close to crying.

"And I just called my friend Fred. His mother answered and told me - told me he was dead too - just like Chrissy," Nancy said.

"Jesus, another death?" Agent Stinson asked.

"Is it another kid with powers or maybe someone from the Upside Down?" Eddie asked. "Do you guys have any clue at all?"

"That's what we're here to find out," Lily replied.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and Nancy was quick to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Nancy! They took her!" Dustin's came through the phone. "They just came and took her. I mean, they talked with her for a while and she just went with them. . .willingly!"

"Slow down, what are you talking about?" Nancy asked.

"A group of men and Dr. Owens came by to talk to El. After a long conversation that we weren't a part of, El decided to go with him. She said something about becoming a superhero again," Dustin said. "I think she's going to try and get her powers back. Wayne tried to stop her, but it was her choice to go with them."

"Okay, we'll be there soon. Just sit tight. Is Max still there?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, we tried to get a hold of Lucas earlier, but he's not picking up," Dustin said.

"Shit, Lucas, I didn't even think. . .he doesn't know about any of this," Nancy muttered. "We'll be there soon."

She turned to Steve and Eddie, suddenly feeling queezy and lightheaded.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"They took El," Nancy said.

"What?!" Eddie and Steve exclaimed.

"Dr. Owens came by and took El. I guess he found a way to bring her powers back. She went with them willingly, Wayne tried to stop her, but it was her choice," Nancy said.

"No, no fucking way," Eddie muttered and ran his hands over his face. "FUCK!"

"Come on. Let's get dressed," Nancy said.

Once they were all dressed, they headed out the door. Once again, Mayhem refused to let them leave without her. Nancy was relieved because, honestly, she needed all the cuddles that she could get. Sensing her distress, Mayhem nudged her head against Nancy's stomach and purred. She curled up against Eddie in the backseat while Steve drove, and they both clung to each other tightly as they thought about their situation. She knew that Eddie was thinking about El as much as she was thinking about Fred. She let a sniffle.

"I fucking hate this," Nancy said and Eddie pressed a hard kiss to her head.

"We're still here, baby," Eddie said softly.

It felt like a blow to her stomach. How long were they going to be here for? How much time did she have left with the men she loved?

Chapter Twenty-One

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nejigirl5 · 2 years

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| Insecure at the Beach |

Itachi Uchiha x Fem!Pregnant!Reader

My piece for the Summer Break Collab hosted by @sleepysnk! It’s technically a continuation of Teddy Bears but you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to!

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, one instance of a kiss, insecurities/pregnancy related insecurities, cringe...

WC: 3459 (It could have been a whole lot longer... but... I was seriously tired...)

Characters: Itachi, Y/n + Boruto/Naruto Characters

A/n: It’s probably clear that the writing gets progressively worse as I got more tired since I am on vacation and do not have as much time as I wanted to get this done aside from late at night. Haha... procrastination... I was going to have this done a month ago... Sorry... I want to go back to doing previews more again since it holds me accountable so watch out for that! Woo...

A strange thing, really, to see a large log just lying on the beach when there were no trees around. It was incredible to even think that the waves were strong enough to bring such a massive piece of wood all the way from wherever it happened to come from, all the way there and so far up on the sand. Each thing on the beach riddled with mystery, as there was always a chance that it could be from some island nearby, or halfway across the world, it was hard to tell from just looking at it. But like most logs, it made a rather comfortable sitting place for the few people who preferred land to the sea, Itachi and Y/n included.

Flashback:

“The beach?” Y/n asked, examining the basket of laundry Itachi had just set down. “Yes, at Sasuke’s invitation.” She contemplated his words. “It seems most of the children are going to visit there as some kind of retreat for the academy… with adults of course.” He smiled, removing his gray shirt and tossing it in the basket as well. He looked as good as ever, at least as far as Y/n could tell. Just the same, really. Hair still perfectly straight and smooth, tied back loosely in a comfortable ponytail, and body in pristine condition and shape, him still getting high levels of exercise within his busy schedule. But Y/n, though she had eaten relatively healthy and exercised frequently throughout the pregnancy, it was still clear as day that she was expecting, naturally.

What was the expectation? Would she just sit there and sulk the entire time? While all the other Konoha women, Tenten, Ino, Temari, Sakura, and Hinata would wear extravagant bathing suits? Something Y/n wasn’t accustomed to even when less large. It seemed that in her group of people, she was going through this alone. The rest of them had long been recovered from their pregnancies, and were together during that stage, which Y/n herself had missed. 'I’d look like a complete fool next to him…’ She couldn’t help but think while picturing the event in her head. It seemed wrong, criminal even, to be slightly ashamed of carrying her own child, and to feel as if Itachi's support was not enough. But maybe… if she had not wanted to wait so long… he would already have been born yet and she wouldn’t be in this predicament now.

“It will be a bit of a trip to Kirigakure, but nothing to bad and i’m sure it will be worth it. It will be nice to see water after so long, right?” Y/n nodded, shyly. “You must miss Kisame, right?” Itachi contemplated for a brief moment, a finger resting on his chin as his eyes took in the ceiling. “He was a fine partner, really. And despite it all, one of the best shinobi I have ever seen.” He reminisced, the memories still feeling like yesterday. Regret was not as apparent in his words as they were years ago, it was good to see he had forgiven himself more after all this time.

He noticed her expression change suddenly, him almost aware there would be an excuse coming. “I… I don’t think I have a swimsuit, Itachi…” She frowned, turning away from his gaze. “What? Nonsense. We can go out shopping whenever you’d like and buy a new one. I’m sure we can find something to fit your style.” He walked over and put his hand on her shoulder as she hung up some wet clothes. “I have the day off, let me finish that so you can get some rest.” He insisted, her refusal making him frown and start dragging her off to their room. “Y/n, if not for yourself, then for me?” He tucked her into the covers like he had done so many times before. “Just relax.” He spoke softly before exiting, leaving Y/n alone with her thoughts. Part of her wanted to call out to Itachi, and inform him of her concerns. He always knew how to make her feel better. Yet she could only feel as if it would be selfish to do so. And so she went to sleep, somewhat longing for her husband to be with her so she could be at peace.

The next day rolled around, gray clouds in the sky as if they were perfectly representing Y/n’s mood. No magical remedy came from the sweet comments that came from the people in the village as they walked through the streets, everyone congratulating them for their child, and those who had already known were shocked at his growth. Instead, it was Itachi’s eyes when he heard their excitement, the eyes of an excited father-to-be, and one Y/n could predict would be perfect in every way.

Another comfort was the maternity store they stopped at, it being run by a woman who too was pregnant, and had lots of cute choices for bathing suits. With the help of Itachi, Y/n eventually chose a simple f/c two-piece suit with small white stripes adorning it, and a little bow before the top poofed out over her stomach, making it comfortable. The skirt was the same, and long enough that she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

“You look wonderful, my love.” Itachi spoke softly as she looked at herself in the mirror with a slight smile. “Of course, you always do.” He added, placing a hand on your belly and feeling a slight kick from the baby. “He’s restless these days…” Y/n’s smile grew at his movement. “Reminds me of Shisui. I believe we may have another troublemaker in the Uchiha clan.” He chuckled softly, reminding himself to invite Shisui along as well. “At least we know he will become a great, strong ninja. Just like him.” She spoke.

Flashback Ends.

“Mommy! Come play with me and Kawaki!” Himawari squealed, running up to Hinata why dragging Kawaki with her. “Ah. I said don’t want to play right now!” He yelled sternly, voice softening as he watched her whimper. “Come on! You’ll want to play if we start!” He nodded, slightly annoyed as he really had nothing better to do. “Well it seems as if I have to go now, I’ll leave you to discuss.” Hinata mentioned, as she walked off with the kids a bit down the beach for whatever activities Himawari had in store for them.

“Hey Naruto!” Shisui spoke, standing up and situating himself on the empty space on the log. “Yeah?” Naruto replied, watching his movements. “Been having fun being the hokage?” Shisui asked, in a friendly tone. “Sure! I mean…” He pondered the question. It had been everything he’d wanted since he was a child. But even then, he knew he wouldn’t be the best at the job. That would be someone else.

“Well you should really be hokage, Itachi!” Naruto mentioned, turning to face the Uchiha. “No, no. I’m quite glad I turned it down. As fun as paperwork sounds, I prefer to stay home with Y/n and now B/n. It would be hard to take care of them if I was never around...” Itachi spoke. “B/n sounds lucky. He has a dad who actually wants to be in is life.” Boruto muttered, hearing their conversation. “The hokage’s job is important, and someone has to do it, right Boruto?” Shisui chimed in, tapping the boys shoulder as he stood up.

“Y/n, would you like to go in the water?” Itachi asked, confused at her cold expression. “You can go, I think it’s best if I just stay here.” She tried to smile at him, yet somehow couldn't. “Hmm…” Surprise was evident on her face as he took her hands in his, guiding her up to stand. When they were at eye level, she could only blush at the way he was deeply examining her face. “Are you… nervous Y/n?” He asked plainly, leaving Shisui confused in the background as he started to walk with her along the beach a little ways.

“Someday when he is born, it would be nice to take him to the beach with us.” He smiled, gently squeezing her hand. Missing her response, he stopped walking. “We'd have to wait for the group to go all the way back to the village, since I doubt anyone else is ready to head home, but if you’d like, we can just leave the beach until the end if that's what you'd like.” Itachi asked, wanting her to be comfortable. Part of him was thinking she was just tired from the pregnancy, but he knew her too well to truly think that was all it was.

"If there is anything concerning you, please, tell me." He almost begged, but knowing her he knew she wouldn't give anything. "I'm fine, really, Itachi." Y/n looked him in the eyes, slightly mesmerized by how beautiful his were. She had truly married such a talented shinobi, with eyes that even when without the sharingan, could easily put her in a trance. "Here. Let's go in the water." Itachi led her to the edge of the sand where the waves spilled onto it. The golden sun made the blue water sparkle, a mesmerizing sight for the couple. A sweet moment that they hadn’t had time for in the last months, preparation for the baby and all. Itachi was always at work, seeing as he had to support them somehow, and when he wasn’t, he would force Y/n to rest as she was constantly tired and needed it. As nice as quiet can be, she missed the noise of their conversations and time together, which Itachi understood, yet he wanted to take a few months off work spending them with her and b/n so they had to try and save up as much as possible for now.

"Mmmph!" Y/n turned to look at the sound, Himawari skipping towards them. "Bleh" Kawaki bursted up through his sand shell, rising through the ground. Himawari’s face was a look of almost terror, yet also amusement that brought confusion to Itachi's face. "Kawaki... you broke it!" She cried out, looking at the sand covered boy and the remains of her laboring. "You could have not buried my head, y'know!" He continued to spit out sand. "I apologize Kawaki..." Hinata chimed in, handing him a towel for him to wipe himself off with as she walked towards the bunch, possibly to see Himawari’s creation.

“Haha! You’re covered in sand Kawaki!” Boruto laughed as he watched his muscles tense up in his arms. “Shut up Boruto!” He said, seemingly taking a swing at him before Boruto ducked. “Missed me!” He yelled, running off with Himawari behind him and a smug grin on his face. “Oh… why does this always happen to me…” He groaned, sinking into the water to wash up until his eyes were at water level. Y/n could only let out a slight giggle as she observed his depressed expression. 'He really is a great addition to their family...' She thought.

“Itachi! Y/n! We’re starting up the barbeque!” Ino yelled to them, holding the skewers for kabobs. “Would it be that the best chef in the world will be cooking?” Itachi asked, hinting at Y/n. “Yep! That would be me, right?” Shisui laughed as Itachi rolled his eyes. “What! My world famous slightly charred ribs are the best! I mean you guys loved them, right?” Y/n ruffled up his hair. “Yes, Shisui, you talented, amazing chef. The charring on those ribs was just divine, so much so it took up half the meat!” He smiled at her comment.

“Y/n! Hinata! We need cooks!” Ino shouted again, looking her straight in the eyes. “You’re not cooking, Ino?” Hinata asked, approaching the grill. “Me? Cooking is more of Sai’s thing. I just go out to eat a lot. Plus, we don't really need three.” She responded. Y/n started to season the meat, alternating the pieces with vegetables on the skewers before covering them to marinate for a bit in a sauce. Hinata chopped up some lettuce and tomatoes, to make a salad, and got out the potato chips and fruit already prepared.

“Hey Kawaki, you want to play some volleyball?” Boruto asked, nudging him on the shoulder. “After lunch? With who?” He asked. “I’d like to play.” Mitsuki commented, staring right at them. “Ah… when’d you get right there Mitsuki?” Boruto asked, confused. “I’ve been here the entire time, Boruto.” He responded. “So! Mitsuki and I on a team? We’re sure to win!” He yelled enthusiastically, fist raised in the air. “Actually, if you wouldn’t mind, I would like to be with Kawaki. I was thinking it would help with our teamwork.” He insisted. “Well, okay. That cool Kawaki?” Boruto looked at the taller one, and he nodded.

“Iwabe! Get over here?” Boruto called. “What do you want, Boruto, I’m busy.” He responded. “Oh sorry, we just needed another player for volleyball!” Iwabe walked over with his hands behind his head, yawning slightly. “Eh, I guess if you really need me…” Boruto interrupted him. “Then after lunch it’s game on! Iwabe and I vs Kawaki and Mitsuki!” He yelled enthusiastically, way too pumped up for a simple game.

Ino was wearing a small bikini with a flower pattern on it. And a sheer coverup skirt around her waist, something Y/n slightly envied about her. ‘She's so confident… she can wear whatever…’ She thought, placing some of the skewers on the grill rack. “It’s already smelling so good!” Tenten remarked, poking her head over the meat to inhale its scent. “Perfect for those pregnancy munchies, right Y/n?” Ino said, looking at her. “Uh… um…” Y/n responded, turning to face Itachi slightly.

“Actually, she hasn’t really eaten any differently during the pregnancy.” He commented. “Really?” Sai asked, thinking back to his own memories. “Ino really ate like a pig… she went on a massive diet after she gave birth.” He said, nonchalantly. “Hey!” She screeched at Sai, ready to scold him. “Temari was the same.” Shikamaru chimed in. “At least you won’t have to go on a diet Y/n… you’ll probably just bounce right back to your usual self… lucky…” Ino frowned.

“I don’t see anything wrong with eating a lot during pregnancy, it’s natural, right? I just… haven’t been very hungry, that's all. Just very tired.” Y/n muttered, trying to calm everyone down. “Mommy, truth or dare!” Himawari shouted, peeking out from behind Hinata. “Uhm… Truth.” She replied, looking down at her energetic daughter. “Would you rather be stranded on an island with twenty other people, or not be stranded but be all alone?” Himawari asked, testing out the game she had recently learned. “Ah... this brings me back!" Ino gasped, taking a sip of her drink with the overdramatic sigh. "Stuck on an island with 20 people, I would say... It would be much more entertaining to be around you all. I can't fathom what I would do with all that space alone." Hinata responded.

"What about you, Itachi? Truth or dare?" She asked next. "Let's not bother him, Himawari." Hinata chimed in, not wanting her to say something rude. "Ah... It's fine. I'll go with... dare. I'm feeling a bit adventurous, hmm?" He replied. "I dare you to kiss Y/n!" She laughed, as Y/n's face got red, hiding it as she turned to face the grill. "Eh, I'm sorry Itachi. You don't have to." Naruto responded for Himawari, feeling slightly awkward. "Y/n... would you be okay with that?" Itachi asked as he walked over, placing a finger under her chin to lift it up so their eyes would meet. "I mean they're married already, I'm sure they've kissed a million times!" Himawari whined in the background, Hinata slightly scolding her.

"Uh... sure... if you want to..." Y/n responded, giving a quick nod with a slight smile. It was a soft, quick peck on the lips, but to both Itachi and Y/n it was like a sacred moment of togetherness. Like a promise to always be with each other. For them, the act of a kiss wasn't just casual... it was something that was earned, and treasured. A true sign of devotion. Within the timespan of less than a second, it was like Itachi replaced her whole world, and she felt so small in comparison, hiding her blushing face as he whispered, "Thank you, I have missed that."

"See Boruto? He asked for consent. That's what a true gentleman does." Naruto mentioned to Boruto, pointing to the couple. "Yeah, I know that already! I'm not like you, old man." He spoke, lining up with a plate to get food. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean!" Naruto tried to steal the next spot in line next to Boruto but was stopped by a gloomy Sasuke. "You're making too big of a deal out of this, Naruto. Just get some food." He mumbled. Only a loud "Hmph!" came from Naruto for the rest of his time in line.

- Skips to after lunch...

"It's time... for the volleyball battle to begin!" Boruto yelled, standing in the shallow water before the partially submerged net. Iwabe was on his left, facing Kawaki. "Hey guys... it's just volleyball, you don't have to be so aggressive..." He muttered, looking at the expressions of the two boys. Their glares were intense at each other, both locked in a staring contest neither wanted to back out of. Mitsuki and Boruto alike were watching their silent feud, wondering who it was that would blink first.

"Ha!" Iwabe yelled, having watched Kawaki's eyes close shut for just a millisecond, a reflex he regretted. "What are you going on about!" He yelled back, trying to act all confused. "I don't know if you noticed, but it looks like I won." Iwabe rubbed it in. "We weren't even in a staring contest!" Kawaki tried to argue, but both knew that they had made that silent agreement and there was no getting out of it.

"Iwabe! Do something!" Boruto yelled, the ball flying right towards Iwabe's face. "I... I..." He just ducked, not having played volleyball before and it (rather cinematically) bounced off his head and scored a point for their team. Instances like this occurred many times during their game, both teams somewhat incompetent and not knowledgeable on the rules of volleyball. "Kawaki, you hold your hands together, like this." Mitsuki corrected Kawaki with a demonstration. "What's the point of being a shinobi if we can't use our skills in this..." He muttered, demonstrating with his arm. "It's not fun that way! We're on a more equal playing field, here." Boruto tried to explain. In the end, the game had to be cut short and was a tie as Kawaki 'accidentally' speared the ball.

"Seriously? We were going to win that one!" Iwabe groaned. "Thanks a lot." He pointed at Kawaki. "Hmph." He responded, going to sit down. "It was a good game..." Mitsuki tried to lighten the mood. "As if..." Iwabe rolled his eyes. "You all played well!" Y/n congratulated them when they walked passed. Her eyes slowly drifted away from them as she stared at the horizon. "What are you thinking about?" Itachi asked, overlapping her hand with his. "Not much..." She replied, eyes still glued on the sky. "Hmm? I'm sure it's something." He tried to encourage her to speak. "I guess... wouldn't it be nice if b/n played volleyball with them some day? I know he's quite a bit younger... but it would be so fun for them to play with him." She spoke quietly, getting tired as the day had been long already.

"And b/n will make his own friends too... but it's a long time in the future, still. I just can't wait to meet him and raise him with you." Itachi pulled her into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. "Do you think I'll ever look the same again? I mean Ino said it was diffi..." She was cut off. "You look just as beautiful as you did before, my love. You're giving me such joy... by carrying our child. I don't want you to ever feel like you're not enough, okay?" He frowned. "Even Sai said that Ino ate like a pig... you don't think that way about me?" He started rubbing her shoulders, trying to take the stress and worry away. "Of course not. I wish you would indulge yourself more, anyway. It's completely natural to have a larger appetite, you don't need to limit yourself." He smiled back at her, seeing her eyes gleaming with excitement for the first time during the trip instead of anxiousness. "I think... I think I'm ready to go in the water now..." She mentioned, standing up. "There are still many hours for us to enjoy, let's not wait any longer." Itachi spoke, leading her there.

A/n: Yeah I’m still bad at dialogue... so sorry...

#itachi x reader #itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x y/n #itachi x you #naruto #shisui #shisui uchiha #iwabe yuino #iwabe #boruto #boruto uzumaki #hinata #ino yamanaka #kawaki #mitsuki #summerbreakcollab

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 9 months

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Back again I have another chapter I'm flingin it at you. I'm too tired to really explain much of it but if you have a question you're welcome to shoot me an ask abt it and stuff.

Okay Imma take a nap here wake me up when it's over. @itsberrydreemurstuff and @laegume, saved ya'll a seat in the front row. I'll edit this to put the other chapters in at some other point, but for now...

On with the show!

(Word Count: 1,302)

Moon watched over his charges, running his hands through the hair of the child in his lap. She was a new one, loud, too. She’d burst in with her brother while they were occupied in their room. They’d heard you enter this morning and remained upstairs, both hoping to delay interaction with you and seeing the current task as far more important.

(Said task was to make sure their joints wouldn’t randomly lock up throughout the day. Those had gotten to be a problem as of late, but they weren’t going to tell you that.)

You’d asked about it afterwards. Sun let it be known that their business was their own. Damn company wouldn’t even give them a moment to themselves without sending their rat after them.

Said rat currently sat at the desk, slouched over with their head down. Moon took it upon himself to investigate, silently making his way over and dropping down in front of you, hands slowly reaching for your chair to yank you forward…

Faint snoring.

Moon froze.

That couldn’t be right. You never slept in the Daycare, you never even took a lunch break off. And here you were, apparently tired enough to have gone down for the count like the kids. They’d never seen you so…vulnerable.

A terrible decision on your part, really.

His hands changed trajectory, instead grabbing your bag and conducting a short ‘inspection’.

The contents of your bag was different this time. No headphones, no little snacks. You’d brought another book today, and an old one by the looks of it. He flipped through it before dumping it back in. Not terribly interesting.

You’d brought your laptop as well, not an uncommon occurrence. He rummaged deeper for something new, something he could actually punish you for.

Like the bottle of pills he found innocently placed inside one of the pockets.

That was not what he was expecting.

He examined it, glancing over to you. You? Taking medications?

Focusing back on the curious object in his hand, he quickly scanned his database to identify it.

Hm. Tylenol. Commonly used to treat moderate pain.

Sun butt in with a suggestion. Maybe it’s that person they were calling yesterday?

No, Moon replied. They said they would drop it off that night. And it wasn’t for the children, since Management supplied and refilled the Daycare’s medicinal aid.

Maybe they’re sick?

Moon rolled his eyes. I’ll check. He scanned you and huffed at the results. You seemed mostly fine, save for a small cold and your visual stress levels. Hardly dire enough to take medicine. How weak humans were.

Dropping the pill bottle back into your bag, he set his eyes back on his original goal and devised the perfect means of torture.

A couple markers and googly eyes later, Moon gazed down at the finished product, snickering quietly. While not the most devious nor mature plot, it would most definitely be a cause for some mild embarrassment. He procured your phone from your pocket and snapped a photo of it, commemorating the moment forever.

Satisfied with his work, Moon took his leave and returned to the children.

Lights on, Sun out. Playtime resumed as always, though he noticed you weren’t present for it. He looked around before finding you still asleep at the desk.

Of course. This is why management relied on machines. He never got tired, he performed at maximum capacity 24/7, 365! He could be depended on to get results!

He didn’t fall asleep during a shift.

Sun’s gaze flickered back to you. He supposed he would have to wake you up, since you had made no move to do it yourself. Citing a short excuse to the already-occupied children, he approached the desk, taking notice of your face and stifling his mechanical laughter.

Well.

Moon had certainly been decorative.

He’d let you find out about that, though; he didn’t want to spoil Moon’s trick.

He carefully reached his hand out to tap you on the shoulder, already having a sharp remark at the tip of his metaphorical tongue.

He didn’t get the chance to so much as nudge you before you pop your eyes open and rear back, panic flashing across your face momentarily before it was overtaken with relief. Your shoulders dropped slightly, though you kept that tense aura about you, eyes wide and cheeks soon flushed in embarrassment as you processed the situation. You shrunk under his gaze, a tight smile appearing on your otherwise mortified expression. “Ah…Did I…”

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!” Sun exclaimed with false cheer. “If you’re quite finished with your little impromptu nap, you have an actual job to get back to!”

Your cheeks burned brighter and you nodded, pointedly not looking at him. “R-right, I’ll get back to work, sorry…” You stood up from the chair, arms pinned tightly at your sides and wrapped around your chest. You kept repeating whispered apologies, shrinking in on yourself until you cut yourself off tersely, “I’m sorry, I…I think I just need a minute.” you said thickly, excusing yourself.

He blinked. That was new. He was sure if he’d said one word more to you, you likely would’ve shattered beneath him. You looked almost on the verge of tears. Sure, he’d caught glimpses of you when you were worked up, but you always seemed fine

A cackle in the back of his head snapped him out of his thoughts.

Quite the reaction that was. They look like they’d break if you so much as looked at them. What did you do to trigger that, eh, Sunny?

I don’t know, Moon, he responded. I don’t know.

Well, whatever it was, it worked. I’ve hardly ever seen them like that before.

Sun hadn’t either.

Moon perked and paused, an idea forming. Saaay…maybe that’s how we’ll get them.

What do you mean? Nothing works with them-

Maybe not, but maybe we’re not pushing hard enough. Maybe they need more pressure before they crack. We have to hit them where it hurts.

Sun’s rays retracted an inch, knowing he'd have gone paler if he were human. Moon…

What? Moon countered. You want them gone, just like I do. Nothing else is working. We can’t off them with Management watching us like harpies, and intimidation does nothing. Think about it. If they don’t want to work with us, if it’s too unbearable, they’ll quit. They’re too chicken to file a report about it, they don’t like making a scene.

I suppose…Still, he hesitated, though he didn’t know why. He did want you gone from his Daycare, out of his rays and out of his way. Even so…

The lunar animatronic sighed. Fine, I’ll do it myself.

And with that, the link shut.

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You splash your face with water, scrubbing away the remnants of marker scribbles and tear tracks. You rub your red-rimmed eyes and take a shaky breath, trying to will away the fresh tears that threatened to spill.

You were an adult, damn it, you shouldn’t be crying in the bathroom over the words of your robotic jester coworker. It shouldn’t have been such a big deal, anyway. All he told you was to get back to work, it was nothing serious and he had full right to do so.

Why did you have to overreact over nothing every time this happened?

You calmed down enough to pull yourself together and at least pretend to be normal for a few more hours. You could sob into a pillow at home, but you were at work and it was not the time to act pathetic.

You berate yourself a little longer before composing yourself once more with a carefully set expression that did not coincide with how you felt at all.

Brave face on, you step back into the Daycare.

Two hours left…

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Aaaand that's a wrap! Sorry it was a bit short this time, I had to do a lot of editing. I'll prob release chapter 6 a couple days from now cuz I'm lazy.

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf moondrop x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sundrop x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #Where the Stars Don’t Shine

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Imposters

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Morgan Stark x Fem!Reader (Troublemakers)

Thanks for the fluffy request, hope this is close to what you wanted. @ameeelia07

2,442 Words

The anticipation of your girlfriend's return from their week long mission had been driving you insane as you sat alone in your apartment. It was a no contact mission, so most days you sulked around your place after coming home from work. The mess you'd accumulated was actually daunting, take out containers and blankets in nearly every inhabitable corner, and wrappers of all sorts decorated the place.

How you'd been able to trash the shared space in a week had made no sense to you; your breaking point had actually been when Liho found you. He'd been minding his business when suddenly his paw was attacked by a sticky wrapper. You had been sat on the couch when you heard a consistent crunching sound, then you'd curiously looked down to see Liho glaring up at you. Now though, everything was shining, as you'd used all of your extra energy to make the place spotless for their arrival.

———

Sadly they're running late as they were originally due back yesterday. The quinjet had apparently been having difficulties, so they got stranded in Greenland for the night, and most of today. Natasha had texted you at around 6PM to give you the bad news.

*Detka, we will not be in until midnight, so we're going to stay at the compound, but we promise to make it up to you in the morning*

The message hurt your soul, and your shoulders deflated. You refused to spend another night alone though. So, you got dressed in a comfy sweatsuit, and took yourself to the compound on your bike just as the sun was just beginning to set.

"Hey! Iron Man! Let me in!"

"Sorry, no fans allowed!"

"Stank! I'm not messing around."

"Hey, I said stop calling me that..." He grumbled, then you heard the ding, and saw the gate opening.

"Thank you Tony Baloney..." You giggled over the intercom, then rolled right on through, and left your bike at the bottom of the steps

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today kid?" Tony asks, as he pulls you through the doors and immediately into a hug.

You melt into his strong embrace, having honestly missed the man, and been very touch deprived for the entirety of the week.

"Seriously? Old Spice? Aren't you meant to be a millionaire? You really are a grandpa..." You playfully gag.

"Okay, no more compound for you." He quips, playfully peeling you off and pretending to push you back out the door.

"Well, if your faulty tech hadn't have left my girlfriends stranded, I wouldn't have had to come here in the first place."

"Oh, and here I thought you were here to see me."

"Silly man.. Now, who else is here for me to bother?"

"Bruce, Steve, Bucky..."

"Boring, Boring, Boring..."

"Pepper's here.."

"Wait! Does that mean Morgan is here?!"

"I was getting there.."

"Oh my gosh! Where ?!"

"The garden..."

You took off in search of your favorite Stark, and found her drawing one of the rose bushes, while her mother was sat off to the side working on paperwork. Pepper looked up to see you and you made a 'shh' movement so that you could sneak up on the tiny Stark.

"Mommy, look at —."

"Stop right there you heathen!" You shouted in a deep voice, and Morgan turned to you with wide eyes, before giggling at the sight of you in a fighting stance with a puffed out chest.

"You'll never catch me!" She shouts back before weaving in between the rose bushes to try and evade your grasp.

Eventually you snatched her up from under her armpits, and began spinning her around in circles, only stopping when Pepper speaks.

"Girls... No roughhousing in the garden"

"Sorry Mommy..." You both say, and Pepper narrows her eyes in your direction.

"What? Whenever she says it she practically gets away with murder, thought I could try.." You state with a shrug of your shoulders and the woman just walks over your way.

"Well Morgan, since your bestie is here, your dad and I will be going out to a fancy dinner does that sound good?"

"Heck yeah!" You both shout, and you pull the brunette even closer.

"Y/N/N.. You're squishing me." She grunts out, and you lighten your hold and place an apology kiss to her temple.

"Here's some takeout money, we'll be back by ten..." Pepper states, handing you three twenties, then she pulls you both in for a hug.

"Nice to see you Y/N/N, be good."

"I'm always good." You huff, then carry Morgan into the house while she's upside down.

"Y/N! We should get pizza, then we can watch Frozen, and ooh, we can play dress up." The tiny brunette begins to ramble, and you hum in acknowledgment while pulling up a local pizza spot.

Once the pies arrive, you'd set your girls room at the compound up for a movie sesh, and settled in with Morgan for a sing along.

"Olaf's an idiot." You grumble, and Morgan gasps from besides you, as you both watch the snowman sing about the summer time.

"That's not very nice..."

"Well the truth isn't always nice."

—

"Let it go!!!! Let it go!!!!" Morgan sings along, while simultaneously holding steady eye contact with you as you reach for the final cookie.

You lift the cookie from the box, watching as her eyes follow you and her expression hardens.

"When I'll rise like the break of dawn..."

"Is that a threat?" You ask with a quirked brow and smirk to rival your assassin girlfriends.

"Let it go, let it go.." She practically growls while standing atop the bed.

"Here I stand in the light of day. Let the storm rage on. The cold never bothered me anyway..." She loudly sings along, then jumps across the bed to yank the cookie from your grasp, you bend it just right to split the cookie in half.

She overestimated her jump though, so you'd had to catch her by her foot. You quickly ate your half before pulling her body back up onto the bed as you laughed.

—

Anna: She froze my heart and only an act of true love can save me.

Hans: A true love's kiss. [he strokes her face gently then leans in to kiss her but then stops] Oh, Anna. If only there was someone out there who loved you."

"That's what you get for agreeing to marry a man after one day." You laugh out, and Morgan gasps again from besides you.

"What about love at first sight?"

"Sweetheart, that's truly just a fairytale... Never ever believe love can just happen in an instance, it will never be a healthy one if it does. Love has to be built upon over time, it's not meant to be rushed, and with the right people it'll never feel like it was."

"If that was you, do you think Auntie Nat or Auntie Wanda could save you?"

A smile takes place upon your face at the thought of associating true love with your relationship, and you turn to face her directly to respond.

"Oh, most definitely... They're my soulmates.."

"Do you think I'll ever find my soulmate?"

"Of course you will sweets, you're a total catch. Anyone would be lucky to get to love you."

"Really?" She asks with an unsure expression, and you desperately want to know who'd made her this insecure, but you just reassure her the best you can.

"Yes really, I mean, I love you so much sweetheart. Everyone else here loves you."

"I love you too!" She squeals and jumps into your lap, and you tightly wrap your arms around her.

—

"That was a good ending, don't you think Auntie Y/N/N?"

"Yeah, I do..."

"Now, who do we wanna dress up as?"

"Scarlet Witch and you can be the Black Widow!"

You giggle at your girlfriends newfound title, and get up to find her crown that she herself hardly ever wears. Once you found her older suit, and the accessories, you lay it on the bed.

"Friday! Please make a copy of this costume in Morgan's size."

"Right away Miss Y/L/N, It'll be ready in ten minutes." She responds, as she begins to scan the items, and you begin to look for your other girlfriends suit.

"Thank you Friday."

"I'm going to attempt to squeeze into this, you think you can clean up some while I do?"

She nods, then starts to collect all the trash while you travel into your girlfriends bathroom. After a painfully long fifteen minutes, with two mini breakdowns mixed in, you're finally able to squeeze your not as toned body into the unforgiving suit.

"Jesus Nat... This shit is so uncomfortable.." You grumble while looking yourself over in the mirror one final time, before a bright smile forms upon your face as you set off to find your favorite troublemaker.

Morgan was waiting for you in the living room, already in her suit, and was apparently talking Sam's ear off.

"Y/L/N! Looking good!" He teases, making his way over for a brief hug, and uses your entrance as an excuse to leave Morgan's riveting conversation for later.

"Careful there Wilson, wouldn't want my girlfriends to know you looked my way."

Those two are rather jealous creatures...

He clears his throat before narrowing his eyes your way.

"Please, I'm too young to die.." He pleads before taking his leave and you chuckle.

Once he's fully gone, you find you're being pelted in the abdomen by plastic balls.

"Morgan, where did you get these?" You groan, and look all over for the source of her abundance of red balls.

"Ah-ah! It's Scarlet Witch to you, and a wizard never tells her secrets."

"Wizard?" You quip, then throw back her "magic ball" before running to hide behind the couch.

"Hey! That's my magic, get your own..."

After thirty tireless minutes of fighting your girlfriend's mini me, while being dressed as your other, you slump against the couch out of exhaustion. Your arm is draped over your face while you catch your breath, and then you're groaning as Morgan plops on top of you.

"I'm tired..." Morgan murmurs against you, and a confirming yawn follows.

"Me too Momo... Wanna call it a night?"

Her lack of response tells you she's already gone, so you hold the tiny Avenger close, then make your way upstairs. Too lazy to change, you just remain in the tight suit, and leave Morgan the exact same as you lay down in the center of the bed.

—

Pepper and Tony return a half hour later, sighing at the mess in the living room, but remain grateful at the sight of nothing being broken.

"Friday, where are the girls?"

"Asleep in the spare room that Romanoff and Maximoff use sometimes."

"Thank you."

At the sight of you two cuddling, Pepper opts to leave her there since the two of you looked rather adorable. Tony slipped into the dark room, and snapped a few photos.

"We really should hire her to be Morgan's nanny, she literally hates her 9-5, the scary redheads would love her being closer, and most importantly, Morgan absolutely adores her." Tony mutters as he quietly shuts the door, and his wife simply hums at the thought.

"It's definitely a shockingly good thought." Pepper teasingly agrees with the man before making her way to bed.

—

Natasha and Wanda's jet lands, and the only thing on their mind at this time is sleep. Well, sleep and being reunited with you, but sadly they think they have to wait until tomorrow for that. However, as they lazily trail up the stairs the spy notices your bike that they bought you for Christmas laying against a hedge.

"Y/N..." Natasha starts to say with a goofy smile on her face.

"... she's here." Wanda confirms with a smirk, having felt you were near as soon as the door to the building was opened.

They made their way to the kitchen to grab a quick bite, and then they quietly made their way to the place they'd expected you to be waiting. Natasha entered first, and audibly awed at the sight.

"Looks like we got ourselves a couple of imposters..." She quietly chuckles, and Wanda peers over her shoulder to see for herself.

"Oh my gosh, now that's just adorable." Wanda coos, and takes an exceptionally large amount of photos.

"Well, this does explain the many red balls littering the lower levels of the compound." Natasha says as she follows her girlfriend into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

"Those outfits can't be comfortable to sleep in." She sighs, and Natasha instantly confirms that yours isn't.

Wanda simply waves her hand, and suddenly both of your outfits are replaced by plushy pajamas, and the costumes are now folded on the desk.

"You're so sweet detka." Natasha mumbles as she places a kiss to her forehead, and pulls her in for a hug.

"I want them comfortable, and I also can't imagine cuddling up to that suit of yours."

Natasha rolls her eyes at the ulterior motive.

"She did look hot in your suit though..."

"She sure did..."

"I can't wait to come home to this same view one day, but with our own babies..." Wanda dreamily states as she leans forward to place a tender kiss to Natasha's lips.

"Yeah, we need to trap her quick." Natasha jokes, and smirks once Wanda slaps her chest.

"Seriously though, I also can't wait for us to start our family. We'll have tiny little Y/N's running around. Then we can convince her to finally quit that horrid office job, and not have to worry about her nearly as much." Natasha continues, and Wanda nods against her chest before pulling away and making her way to bed.

Wanda climbs into the bed beside you, and gently pulls yours and Morgan's bodies into hers with her strong arms, and places a kiss to your temple.

"Wands?" You sleepily mumble, and she runs her fingers down the side of your face.

"Shh my darling girl, go back to sleep."

"Nat?" You question, nearing frantic

"I'm right here dorogoy..." She whispers as she climbs in on your other side, instantly calming you down as she wraps her arm over your chest.

"I missed you guys..." You sleepily mumble with a tired pout, and the women take turns kissing it.

"We missed you too detka..."

"So much..." Natasha concludes, as she buries her face into your neck, and sighs as your scent works to calm her body.

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#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #natasha x reader x wanda #wanda x nat x reader #wanda x you x nat #wanda maximoff #wandanat #wandanat pov #wandanat imagine #wandanat x y/n #wandanat x you #wandanat x female reader #wandanat x reader #gxg #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #morgan stark #pepper potts #tony stark

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rensenkio · 7 months

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Akashi Seijuro

POV: People always told you your boyfriend was toxic, yet you never listened. Too bad you were too late.

(this is my first fic, but mehh)

It was another one of those days where you'd hear warnings over and over again.

"Y/n, he's not right for you." Aoimine warned you again. He's at it again.

"Seriously, Aoimine, stop. I'm happily good with Akashi and I don't need your stupid warnings to ruin it."

You glare at Aomine, who stared at you with concern.

You couldn't blame Aoimine. Your boyfriend was a secretive guy. You don't know anything about his background, nor his feelings. But, your boyfriend still manages to make you smile with his romantic gestures and gifts.

Aoimine finally gave up with a sigh. He patted your shoulder and smiled.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop. But if that bastard ever hurts you, I'll beat the shit outta him myself."

The blue-haired idiot then walked away, leaving you standing still in the hallway.

Would Akashi really hurt you? He was sweet and kind, and he loved you.

And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to fully believe in it.

It was almost night when you were still waiting for your red-haired boyfriend.

Akashi was probably busy with student council meetings, considering his role as president.

It was only a matter of time when he finally got out of the student council room, and you immediately engulfed him in a hug.

"What took you so long?"

Akashi sighed, rubbing his temples. He gently pecked your cheek, before smiling.

"Apologies, darling. The meeting took longer than I had expected."

Damn, his smile always got you weak in the knees, so you couldn't resist to let it go.

"Alright, fine."

You huffed, cheeks puffing in anger. Yet your boyfriend just laughed and pecked your cheek once more.

"I assure you, my love."

And who knew how easy promises could break?

Because today, you were still waiting for him, late as usual.

Akashi was never one to lie, especially to his own girlfriend, but why was he still late as of before?

The door opened, and all the members got out.

But, you never saw your boyfriend go through the door.

Anyone but Akashi.

That was, until a member approached you.

"Hey, Y/n. Why are you waiting here?"

You look at the member bewildered.

"Uh, what? Akashi said he'd have another meeting, like always. And I'd wait for him today."

The member's confused expression only made her panic even more.

"Uhm, I think your mistaken. This meeting was only for members except Akashi and the vice president. Akashi never had a meeting today. And also, we have a schedule on meetings and who'd attend. Akashi's only meeting was yesterday."

"W-What?! If Akashi isn't here, then where is-"

That's when, you realized.

You should have never believed him.

Yet, you realized it too late.

It only took the mere sight of your so-called boyfriend, linking hands with a gorgeous girl in the hallways for you to realize what was happening.

Your boyfriend, had cheated on you.

During the days where he went to meetings and didn't allow you to wait for him, had been wasted by spending time with another girl.

Apparently, the girl's name was Rika. A pretty girl in a wealthy family, who was also Akashi's arranged girlfriend.

But what broke your heart the most, was that Akashi knew all along and accepted his father's terms.

You couldn't believe it.

The same man who loved and cared for you deeply, who called you his empress, cherished you as his lover,

was the same man who walked past you like you were nothing, not even sparing you a glance, as he walked with another woman clinging on his arm like a leech.

You could see multiple students flashing worried and concerned looks at you as you walked.

You felt Aoimine's hand on your shoulder, and turned to see his somber expression.

"I told you."

You should've listened.

You should've known this would happen.

From the moment his teammates told you he had 2 personalities, the moment his council members told you he was a manipulative liar, and from the moment everyone told you he was crazy.

They all told you, yet you fell deaf to their warnings.

If only you listened, if only you never sold your soul,

If only you had never met the man named Akashi Seijuro.

#knb x reader #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro #kuroko's basketball

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ice-cap-k · 7 months

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Glassy Eyes

This is where I start getting carried away.

Fanfic of a fanfic. Based on Sixteenthdays' "From the Archives" series. Supposedly takes place after their story Immersive Story Telling.

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Seriously, their stuff is good. It puts this story to shame. I highly recommend you go check them out.

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[GRIAN]

Huh. Would you look at that? Did someone drop off another statement last night? Scar? Scar!

[Sound of door opening.]

[Scar]

What’s happening?

[Grian]

Did you leave this on my desk?

[Crinkling of paper.]

[Scar]

Hm? Oh, that wasn’t me. That was Impulse. He said Ren came in yesterday and dropped it off in a box at the front desk

[Grian]

(Indignantly) I was here yesterday too. Why didn’t he just come on in for an in-person statement like last time? It’s so much more satisfying when it’s in person.

[Scar]

He showed up after you left. And even then, it sounded like he was in a rush. Impulse seemed worried about him. It was like he just dropped off the box and ran out the door.

[Grian]

(Scoffs) Fine. Fine. I’ll have to talk to him about it later. Thank you for telling me.

[Scar]

Any time!

[Door squeaks closed]

[Grian]

I suppose a new statement is still better than a stale one. Statement of Ren D. Dog regarding an escape room experience. Original statement recorded yesterday, apparently, October 5, 2023. Statement begins.

[GRIAN (STATEMENT)]

Before I get to the important bits, I just want to apologize at the beginning for the handwriting ‘cause I’m going to write this in a rush. I probably shouldn’t be taking the time to write this at all, but you people listened and believed me when I told you about my escapades in the sewer and you’re the only ones I can think of who might know something about what I saw or have some sort of connection. I really hope so. I could really use some direction here.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. You’re going to want to know everything, so I’m going to start with the group chat. Er, ok not exactly the chat, but there’s a group I’m in where a bunch of friends plan out fun little outings. I’ve known most of them for years. Good people. We’ve had lots of fun times together. Sometimes we make a day of fun little games. Simple stuff like tag with Nerf guns and extra steps. Other times it’s a huge event that takes a lot of planning, organizing, and a venue.

Two days ago was our last meet-up. It was one of the bigger events we had planned for the year. Some of the fellas in our group had never been to an escape room before, so I figured we had to do something about that. I’ve been to a handful myself. Escape rooms are just good fun, honestly, and are great for big parties. The best places know how to break up big groups of people into littler groups and space them out so they can work through each room without catching up to the people who went first.

I took it upon myself to take charge of the planning. Nobody seemed to have any issue with me handling it this time around so as far as I was concerned it was up to me to throw the grooviest get-together of the year.

I found the place immediately. There was an ad that popped up in my “recommended” section on the forum I use to do research for my podcast. It was for a brand new escape room about to open up on the edge of town. There wasn’t much information available, but that made sense. It was a brand new business. There wouldn’t be any history on the company that a quick Google search would be able to provide. But there was a phone number on the ad, so I made a few calls. Talked to the owners about renting the place out for the day. It sounded like a good one. Cool concept. They were more than happy to set it up and stagger us out in groups as we went through the challenges. They sounded so excited to have so much interest this early into their launch. We got everything all squared away, and I let the fellas in the chat know the date and the time.

Everyone else seemed really into it, too. They pitched in their share of money to cover the costs. It didn’t come out to be that much per person since there were a lot of us and the company only charged a single lump sum for renting the place out for a day.

But the day before we were supposed to go, one of my friends had to back out of the arrangement. Poor thing fell sick and didn’t want to expose us to something nasty. I felt bad for the dude. The least I could do was offer them their money back. I could have covered their share on my own but they didn’t want it back. They just told me, “go ahead and take someone else in my place. I don’t mind.” At that point, everyone in our group chat who wanted to go was already going. Then someone suggested that, since I planned this one out, I should ask a friend of mine who wasn’t already part of the group to join in on the fun. Everyone was cool with it. Excited at the idea of a possible new addition to the group, even.

So I called up my good friend BigB. We used to hang out a lot back in university, but I hadn’t seen him in a while. This felt like a good opportunity to catch up. BigB said, “sure thing, man,” and we were set for fun times ahead.

So the big day rolls around and we get to this place and meet up with the others. Greetings and introductions go around, and we get ready to rumble. The host comes out to meet us. She explained the game and what we could expect. Our whole party would be divided up into groups of two. There would be timers running for pairs to try to solve all the puzzles in a room. Either they passed in the time limit, or the time limit would run out and they would be ushered to the next room. Either way, it would free the place up for the next pair to come in and try their hand at the reset puzzles. Then they walked us through the safety measures. Each room had a buzzer by the door that could be hit to let the workers know that you needed to get out. It would unlock the door and deactivate any machinery or whatever fancy doohickies they had in the place. Sometimes people get claustrophobic or anxious in a confined place. Especially when put under pressure.

It was all super chill and fun at first. A bunch of us hung out in the lobby while we waited for the first few pairs to go. When it was me and BigB’s turn, the host waved us over and we went in the door together.

BigB might not have been to an escape room before, but the man was absolutely brilliant. We made it through the first two rooms at lightning speed. The challenges weren’t too difficult, in retrospect, but they weren’t super easy either. It seemed like every time I got stuck in a rut, too caught up on a detail to figure things out, B would pat me on the shoulder and point out something I missed. We never went past the time limit. He was always a pretty observant guy when we hung out at the theater, but I never really stopped to appreciate it until now.

I kept marveling at how different it was compared to other places you see nowadays. It was honestly pretty clever. They modeled the inside like some big dollhouse. Fancy decorations and plastic furniture and all. There were mannequins set up to look like a setting with people. A few of the figures that were supposed to be little kids even had dolls of their own in their plastic arms.

It was in one of these rooms that B first pulled me aside. I had been trying to puzzle over a lock on the fake kitchen’s fridge. I’d assumed it would be like before, and that he’d blow my mind with some silly detail I had missed, but instead, he told me that the doll was looking at us. He pointed to this little glass doll in the lap of a mannequin kid. Its head was sort of tilted towards us. The glassy eyes glittered.

That creeped me right out. Sent a shiver right up my spine. But I also figured it was just a prop. Maybe even part of the puzzle. So I took what he said pretty seriously. I think that might have surprised him that I believed him so easily.

I tried waving my hand in front of the doll, moving around the room, I even picked the thing up. It didn’t seem to follow me as I moved, and there was nothing I could find that was off about the doll, so I shrugged it off and said maybe it was just a red herring. He didn’t look too convinced, but he didn’t argue. We ended up finding the key in a cake and moved on to the next room.

It was a bathroom. It was kind of small for the two of us, but we searched the place for the next set of clues. At some point, I opened a cupboard under the sink and nearly jumped out of my skin. There was another doll, sitting pretty on the shelf facing outwards to smile at some unsuspecting fool like me who opened the door. It spooked me so bad, that I bumped into the full-body mirror hanging against the wall and it came crashing down.

Broken glass got everywhere. I was ok. No cuts or anything. BigB was spooked something fierce. He looked me over to make sure I was ok. I mostly just felt bad about damaging the place's property. I was already rehearsing an apology and coming up with a payment plan to present the owners with when BigB got distracted. I asked him what was up, and he turned me around.

Behind where the mirror was hanging was a small door. Only a few feet wide. Maybe two feet tall. It reminded me of the house I grew up in, where my bedroom closet had a little door for easy access to the plumbing in the bathroom on the other side of the wall. It looked like those tiny maintenance doors. You couldn’t walk through it, but it was big enough for someone around our size to crawl through. There were no cobwebs like the one back in my old closet. This one looked nice and clean. Almost like it was well-used.

BigB thought we should hit the button near the last door. We could contact the hosts, let them know we broke the mirror. Our round would be forfeited, though. I wasn’t ready for that. We were only halfway through, and up until then, our rounds had been fantastic. The stuff of legends.

If I’m going to be honest, the little door also got me curious. We were in an escape room. How was I supposed to know it wasn’t part of the game? For all we knew, we had accidentally skipped a bunch of steps that would have eventually told us to move the mirror. I said as much to BigB. He seemed hesitant, but then I said that if the door ended up leading to nothing more than a bunch of pipes, we’d move on. I was at least hoping we could finish up with this room or go until our timer ran out before we contacted the hosts. Just to make things go a little bit longer. Beat one more riddle for the sake of my own satisfaction.

He actually agreed. So I kneeled down, brushed some of the broken glass bits out of the way, and he opened the door.

There was a whole tiny corridor on the other side! Like a mini hallway. BigB saw that and elbowed me in the side. “Looks like you were right. We just skipped an entire room.” He crawled in first, and I followed.

The hallway ceiling sloped upward almost immediately so we could stand back up and start walking again. This part of the building was noticeably different from the rest. Up until then, the rooms had been homely and tacky. Plastic and overstuffed. Full of dolls and cheap props. The walls and floor of this hall were grey concrete and hard edges.

The dolls were still around, though. Mostly the smaller ones. None of the mannequins. A mix of plastic and porcelain faces stared blankly out at the wall from lines of shelves.

The further we went, the less put-together the dolls seemed to be. There would be a cracked cheek here and a few missing strands of hair there, but before long entire swathes of shelves were full of doll bits. Not even entire dolls. Just their arms and legs and heads all lined up.

I had also noticed that the hallway seemed less well kept than the rest of the building. The door had seemed clean, and I suppose the hard floor did too, but clear strands of what looked like spider silk were hanging from the ceiling. Memories of what I saw with Doc were still pretty fresh in my mind, so when I started noticing doll parts tangled and left hanging in thicker knots of strands, I could feel myself losing my nerve.

I tried suggesting to BigB that we turn back. I’m pretty sure I made some excuse about how we must have accidentally found the storage rooms. We hadn’t seen anything that looked like a clue or puzzle since we came through the door. But by now BigB seemed hooked. He begged me to go just a little further with him. He just wanted to check the place out. If it was just storage, then as long as we didn’t mess with anything there was no harm in being there. We could always go back once we got to the end.

I couldn’t say no to him. I just couldn’t. His reasoning was sound, sure, but there was a spark in his eye that I just didn’t have it in me to douse. He was really curious about this place for some reason I could no longer fathom. But I was the one who suggested going through the door in the first place. I could ride this thing out a little longer.

I tried. I really did try.

We didn’t go very far when BigB took the lead. He mumbled something I didn’t hear. When I asked him to repeat, he called back a little louder, “The dolls are watching us again.”

Every hair on my body stood on end. I looked at the dolls hanging from the ceiling and at the ones lined up against the wall, and rows upon rows of eyes stared down at us. The plastic faces remained unchanged, but this time I could visibly see the painted marbles in the eye sockets moving to keep pace with us. Disembodied doll heads turned in place to continue staring.

But BigB kept going. Even as I tugged on his arm. I asked, no, demanded to know how he wasn’t freaked out, but he just shook me off. “We’re almost to the end of the hall,” he said. And he took my hand. “There’s something there. I can see it. Can’t you? Don’t you want to know what it is?”

I don’t know what came over me, but it was almost like the moment his hand touched mine his excitement sort of rubbed off on me. I don’t know how to fully explain it. It was like I was feeling what he was feeling. My fear was still there, but now there was also a burning curiosity. I couldn’t see what was at the end of the hall like he could. I didn’t see the end at all, but I didn’t run away. I let him drag me forward until we passed the threshold of another doorway. This one was normal-sized. There was no door, just the opening. I couldn’t see anything past the doorframe, but I trusted BigB. He seemed to be able to see ahead of us. So it came as a complete shock when I took a step forward and the ground was just gone!

The place had no floor. Both me and B dropped screaming into the black. I don’t know how deep it was or how far we fell, but if there wasn’t a bottom, there at least had to be a ceiling because a lot of those cobwebby strands hung down deep in clumps. They caught at us like vines, dragging at our limbs. My arms are still littered with tiny little crisscrossed cuts from falling through them and having them break across my skin, but they did manage to slow our fall. The two of us hit a point where there were so many little strings that they wrapped around us like a net and kept us from going any further.

I just hung there for a moment, catching my breath, trying to figure out what the hell had happened. BigB was hanging next to me, struggling for a handhold on the strings holding him up. And I think it was right then that I realized that this stuff wasn’t spider silk at all. It was too thick. Not stretchy enough. I think it might have been fishing line. It felt like that. Like thick, clear, plastic lines. They felt about as comfortable as you’d expect a fishing net to be.

We couldn’t see the bottom from where we hung. Couldn’t see the top where we came from either. I could see other things hanging above us and below us. Caught in suspension by the hanging strands. There were a few more dolls. And some rocks, curiously enough. Big rocks, little rocks, literal statues. I didn’t try to make sense of it. What was happening didn’t make sense. I also didn’t spot the human skeleton until BigB gasped and pointed it out.

It was hanging in front of him, maybe two yards away from him and even further from me. It had to have been there for years. The flesh had long rotten off its bones, making it impossible to tell if it was once a man or a woman. Only a few scraps of cloth hung from their arms and legs. It hung splayed out, supported by the plastic wires looped around its wrists and ankles. Another loop wrapped under its chin and around its neck like a noose. It kept the skull upright. Almost like it would be looking directly at BigB if it could, but there were no eyes in those sockets.

As silly as it sounds, the skeleton almost looked laughable hanging there. Sure, it probably spelled doom and gloom for the two of us if we stopped to think about how long they had been down here without anyone noticing. But the way it hung there suspended by its arms and legs, it was like a kid’s puppet. Tossed aside, limp and small and waiting.

“This is it. We’re going to die down here,” B wailed.

I tried to calm him down. Talk it out and come up with some sort of plan for both our sakes. I needed to believe it as much as he did. I started struggling. Some of the strings shifted as I pulled on them, which wasn’t very comforting. Still, the lines were sturdy enough to hold us. Maybe we could climb them? We could go back up and out the way we came. Or if we couldn’t get up, we could work our way down. There had to be a bottom. Once we got down there we could figure something else out.

BigB didn’t really like that second idea. “Don’t go down,” he begged. “Down is so much worse.” Frankly, I was inclined to believe him.

I managed to convince him to try climbing up. I was starting to make some progress myself. The strands weren’t the most sturdy things. I could feel some of them snap or give way above me as I dragged myself up a few inches, but there were tons of them. Even with a few breakages, I was still able to hold myself relatively steady. I think seeing that helped him calm down. He started pulling himself up after me. As he moved, the strings swung a little. He found himself shifting back and forth, swinging closer and closer to the skeleton. He didn’t seem too enthused about it. I tried suggesting he shift his weight a little to the other side. He did, but by then he already had momentum. He swung really close to the skeleton. Within a foot or two, and my stomach dropped as the strings holding its right hand began to quiver.

I thought maybe BigB had shifted something loose above us, and it was hitting the strings holding the skeleton, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. To my horror, the thing moved forward. It hung limp, but its limbs moved independently like a marionette under the skillful hand of a puppeteer. One dead hand lurched forward, wrapping around a clump of the strings holding BigB in a way that would have been downright painful if the thing had had any muscle or nerves left. And then the strings holding the skeleton’s other arm aloft twitched and swung forward to wrap around BigB’s shoulders. The head leaned in, the jaw opened, and somewhere above us a voice said, “What good timing. I’m always looking for good replacement parts.”

BigB screamed. I’m pretty sure I screamed too. Bones rattled as B tried to throw the skeleton away from him, but I could only watch in horror as the puppet strings controlling its arms twisted around B and wrapped him tight. He thrashed. I screamed at him to hang on. I wasn’t sure what I would do, just that I had to do something. The only thing I could think of was getting to BigB, so I climbed. I grabbed at strings and clumps and whatever else I could to drag myself over to him.

In my desperate desire to help, I stopped paying attention to how sturdy the strings were. They were giving out like crazy in my hands. Things above me shifted. I remember reaching out to BigB, but then B shoved the skeleton back and screamed at me to look out. I looked up and saw one of the sharp rocks that had been hanging above us start to fall. I watched as it came down at me. I felt it slam into my skull, and that was the last thing I remembered. It all went black after that.

When I opened my eyes, I was back in the fake little bathroom. I was lying on the tiled floor next to the broken bits of mirror with some dudes’ faces blocking out the light. My head hurt something crazy.

My friends and the hosts had come to get me and BigB when we didn’t respond to the buzzer signaling time had run out. They saw me on the ground next to some broken glass and a gash on my head and panicked. I felt bad. I must have been a sorry sight. They picked me up and started patching me up. And I was grateful for the help. But then one of them asked where BigB went.

I freaked out. I started to point at the wall, shouting that he was still behind the little door, but everyone just looked at me like they were confused. I tried explaining what had happened, how we went through the little door behind the mirror in the storage room, but as I started describing the hall, the owners of the establishment cut me off and told me there was no door there.

The really freaky thing was that there wasn’t. I went back to that bathroom and the space on the wall was empty. I even ran my hand along it, but there were no seams or edges that I could feel. The one owner was even nice enough to peel back the wall paper after we searched for BigB for an hour with no luck. There was nothing there. It was like the door had never been there. Maybe I had just hit my head when I broke the mirror and dreamed it all. But dream or not, we never did find BigB.

Everyone, me, my friends, even the owners, we all practically tore that place apart looking for him. And when we ran out of places to look inside the building, we started combing the area outside for him. We weren’t able to find anything. When it started to get dark, someone called the police. A few officers came out to check the place out. They asked us a few questions and took our numbers, but it’s not like they came up with anything we hadn’t already found. It was like B vanished without a trace.

I’ve been at my wit's end trying to track him down since then. I don’t think I’ve gotten any sleep these past two days. I’ve even started putting up posters asking if anyone’s seen him. Everyone else is pitching in, but I can’t help but feel responsible. I’m the one who asked him to come along on this trip, and I lost him when we were partnered up. If there’s a chance that my dream wasn’t actually a dream, then I even convinced him to go down that creepy hall with me. If anyone should have gotten got, it should have been me.

I know what you’re probably thinking. Doc already left because of something freaky we saw. And now BigB’s gone too. This is different from when Doc left. Doc can handle himself. He’s crazy strong and smart. Doc avoided me, but he didn’t completely vanish. People still saw him.

This isn’t Doc we’re talking about here. It’s BigB. BigB wouldn’t hurt a fly. BigB can stick to himself sometimes, but he doesn’t get lost in projects and vanish like Doc can. He’s just gone.

Well, most of him is. While we waited for the police to arrive, I stuck my hand in my pocket and found something that hadn’t been there before.

I didn’t know what to do with it or how they got there. It makes no sense. The police didn’t bother with them, so I’m leaving them with you on the off chance they might be some sort of clue.

I think they’re BigB’s eyes.

[Grian]

Statement ends.

[Increasingly panicked breathing.]

[Grian]

I… I can’t. I just- I have to go call-

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[Grian]

I tried calling BigB. I tried a lot. He’s not picking up. Despite Ren’s questionable honesty about his own name, he’s proven to provide accurate statements. At least as far as we have been able to tell. And as much as I wish it wasn’t true, much of what appears in this statement has been backed up with follow-up research.

An inquiry to the police station confirmed that Ren and a handful of others had reported BigB missing two days ago, and considering BigB is a fully grown adult with the right to come and go as he pleases without telling anyone, I wouldn’t be surprised if they continue to drag their feet on an investigation.

As for the escape room establishment, Ren had left an address and printout of the ad he had found online in the box he left at the front desk. I asked Scar to look into it and he managed to contact the owners. They claimed they have no clue how Ren and BigB managed to find the room with the dolls. The walls have been inspected, but no traces of a “small door” are to be found. The wall is solid. There’s no possible way they could have gone through, or that BigB might have ended up in the walls, though they have since reviewed the blueprints they received upon purchasing the building. Upon further inspection, they found that on the opposite side of the same wall where Ren described the door is an empty space. No room is indicated. Or anything, really. Just empty space. They’re currently looking into having a contractor take a look for signs of a boarded-up room. The sooner, the better.

They also provided a little information on the building’s history as it was told to them upon purchase of the premises. This information we later confirmed after searching through public records. Apparently, the building used to house the production of doll parts, which would explain a lot. It wasn’t a full production plant. Too small for that. Rather, it was a hub for touch up work and assembling the doll pieces before they could be sold to local toy shops. The new owners took it upon themselves to use some of the leftover products they found lying around as props in their escape rooms.

Pearl dug through a few newspaper articles in the archives and found that the previous owner had died in a very peculiar accident. I’ll, uh, spare you the details, but it appears they were caught in the wires used for assembling puppets. The place had been left to rot for almost twenty years before the current owners bought the property.

Oh yeah! As for the other gift Ren left for us in the box…

[Dull rattling]

He wasn’t lying. There were a pair of eyes in there.

They’re not really BigB’s eyes. They can’t be. They’re made of glass. They’re those freaky kinds of weighted marbles they use in porcelain dolls. The ones that are made to blink at you when you tilt the things back and forth. I can see why he said they were BigB’s eyes, though. They’re the same shade of brown as his. And have that same gradient effect at the edges where it gets a little darker all the way around his irises. The resemblance is kind of uncanny.

They were definitely made to look just like BigB’s.

I can’t find it in me to have Impulse take them to storage. I don’t like them looking at me, but it feels wrong, somehow, to have them locked away in a dark room. I’ll probably just keep them in one of my desk drawers until we find him.

[Sighs]

I’ll call Ren later if he can stop his search long enough to let me help.

Heh. We should keep a nickel jar for whenever one of us goes missing. Between me and my friends, we’d make a fortune.

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#whumptober 2023 #prompt no. 6 #recording #“It should have been me”#minecraft: hermitcraft #the magnus archives #creative writing #creepy dolls #missing persons #renthedog #bigbst4tz2 #grian #goodtimeswithscar #horror #the hermit archives #from the archives #escape room gone wrong #Human remains

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something sweet / lee seokmin

➝ Reader x Seokmin (?) // feat. a lot of other idols

➝ coffee shop!au // slice of life // fluff // nonidol!au // someone's got a crush heh

➝ word count: 2.1k

➝ haven cloud masterlist (can be read as standalone)

➝ What’s playing in Haven Cloud

➝ A/N: aand we're finally back with another chapter of Haven Cloud <3 i genuinely thought i'd have more time to write now that i'm not working anymore but alas sdhfds as always, please enjoy this andd do tell me what you think if you do. thank you!

Ryujin is sick.

And you really don’t blame her nor are you annoyed because it is flu season. But the timing couldn’t be worse because there’s a buy drink get dessert event going on in the cafe and there’s definitely an influx of customers because of it. You’re pretty sure Haven Cloud would double the number of its regulars soon.

It was day one yesterday and you’re already beyond exhausted. Apparently, it doesn’t really matter even though you’ve recruited Soonyoung and Wendy as temporary part timers during the three days event, because it honestly still feels like you’re understaffed. So, really, having your regular part timer getting sick during this time is honestly the last thing you’d wish yourself upon. It’s Saturday, for God’s sake.

Fortunately, she already has a replacement.

Unfortunately, Seokmin is bad at memorizing beverages.

But you really can’t tell him to only do the dishes or main the cashier because you don’t have enough dishes for him to do all day and he doesn’t have any experience maining the cashier. You’re not insane enough for that.

So you settle for him to cater for desserts and serve the customers at first, and tell him he’ll be helping with the dishes later. He just needs to take the dessert, warm them if the customer asks for it, and then serve them to the tables. Piece of cake (aha!) (as long as he’s not clumsy, that is).

“You… are familiar with our desserts, right?” you ask the tall guy in front of you. He looks very sweet, to put it simply, the kinda person whose heart and intention you will not doubt at all. You think he’s kind of shy though, because he can’t hold your eyes for longer than two seconds and it’s pretty amusing to watch because this man is easily taller and his arms can probably crush you with no extra effort whatsoever.

“I am.” He scrunches his nose, and you spend the next ten minutes making sure he really is aware of them by pointing out random pastries and asking him their names and flavors. Thankfully, he only gets them mixed up two times and you’re suddenly glad that Chan didn’t go with his original plan of making unique names for all desserts instead of just calling them as they are.

“Kitchen, please! These pastries are ready!” You hear Jeonghan’s small scream, and you go inside with Seokmin to help put them on display. Chan insists on having fresh ones for the event, and he even rents an extra long table for the special desserts though the five of you were a bit unsure if it’d sell out. It did though, and if yesterday told you anything, renting the table is definitely worth it. The dessert leftovers from yesterday was only a third of the usual amount, which means it’s considerably less because you did have more stock because of the table.

Ten minutes later, Haven Cloud is open for business and it’s a blur after that. Chan’s brother is even here to help after lunch, and it’s then that you finally have time to eat lunch because the cafe is full and it means you can rest a bit and take turns for a quick break. Jeonghan pats your head when you come into the kitchen, telling you he’s just heating up your food so you can just sit somewhere and wait for a bit.

“This one’s for Seokmin. I’m gonna cover for him as he takes his break,” the older guy says,

For the most part, it has been quite an eventful day even though it’s been tiring (and you still have like four more hours to go before closing), your heart is happy though, because the event is definitely a lot more successful that all of you have expected to the point where it’s obvious that Haven Cloud is going to grow much more after this.

You look up when you hear the door open again, revealing Seokmin who sends you a forced grin. You signal him to sit beside you after he takes his plate, and he seems a little hesitant for some reason, but he does just as you gesture and sits on the stool right next to you.

“Did something happen?” you ask at last, not liking the way he seems down. He’s easily the kindest person you’ve ever met, and you say this when you’ve only known him for a total of six hours top. Yes, sometimes he comes in as a customer, but he always has his orders to go and even then you’ve always felt like his smile could light up the whole room.

Which is why the way his smile doesn’t reach his eyes doesn’t sit well with you.

Seokmin hesitates, but you insist and he eventually tells you there’s a little commotion outside earlier because he served the wrong order. The original table doesn’t really mind, even tells him it’s okay and they understand it can happen because it’s very busy; but the other customer who got the wrong order got mad beyond rude that Chan has to step up and tells them to calm down because they’re bothering the other tables.

You gape a little at the story, knowing full well that entitled customers are bound to appear when you have these many guests; but it annoys you that it’s Seokmin of all people that has to deal with them though it’s clear that Chan has it under control.

“I’m sorry you had to experience that.” Your brows furrow in annoyance, no longer feel like eating after the story. Seokmin smiles weakly, and you can see the way he’s slowly munching on his food–probably lost his appetite too but he knows he needs it anyway.

Nudging his shoulder in encouragement, you remind him that he totally didn’t deserve that even if he did make a mistake; that the customer is definitely too much and there was never any need to be that rude.

You hide a pout at Seokmin’s forced smile, not liking the situation one bit. Yes, you haven’t known him for long and you keep on saying this, but it’s pretty obvious that he’s a kind person and seeing him like this doesn’t sit well with you.

“Tell you what, we should go out for dinner tomorrow after closing,” you nod at him, deep in your thought that you don’t notice him tensing beside you. “We should celebrate. We all deserve it, I think. Like, you’ve been here for half a day and you can tell how tiring it is already, right?”

You can’t quite translate the sigh he lets out, unsure if he’s tired or if he finds your invitation bothersome. You have known the guy for a total of seven hours anyway, you can see why the invitation might be uncomfortable for him.

“Um, yeah,” he smiles awkwardly. “We all should. Ryujin should be all better too by tomorrow, right?”

“Are you not able to help out tomorrow?” You ask him, wide-eyed.

He blinks at how hopeful you sound, like you wish he’d be here again tomorrow. Or is he making things up?

“I mean, I’m not sure if Ryujin will be better or not by tomorrow, but I think we could use your help either way,” you say honestly, and then proceed to make his heartbeat skips a little when you say how much you appreciate his help and his presence. “We’ve had plenty of substitutes and our own share of part-timers so, really, I can tell when people genuinely want to help and those that want me to shut up already the moment I call them.”

He huffs a laugh at that, and you grin at your successful attempt at cheering him up albeit a little. You spend the rest of your short break talking to each other, because even though you’re not usually this chatty with someone you barely know, Seokmin makes you comfortable enough for that and you feel like he needs it so you don’t see why not.

Thankfully, his mood seems to pick up after that, as he keeps on sending you a smile every time your eyes accidentally meet from across the room. Seungkwan nudges you and wriggles his eyebrows once, and you tilt your head in confusion but don't get to ask for an explanation because another customer comes in and takes your attention.

It’s later that night that you finally get your explanation.

You, Soonyoung and Seungkwan are cleaning the tables while Seokmin and Chan go out to buy dinner. It’s almost half past eight, which means it’s only been about thirty minutes since you’ve flipped the ‘closed’ sign and about fifteen minutes since the last customer leaves. Wendy and Jeonghan are cleaning the kitchen, so it’s just the three of you and that’s when Seungkwan decides to bring the earlier instance up again.

“What was that earlier?”

“What?”

“You and Seokmin.”

You frown. What?

Seungkwan rolls his eyes, too tired to play your game. “Come on.”

But you look even more confused and that’s when Seungkwan realizes that you aren’t messing with him and you really don’t realize what’s been going on.

“He looks at you like a lost puppy asking to be picked up, Cherrie,” he spells it out for you with the most serious tone he can muster, because he knows you never believe him and while he knows it’s on him (and Jeonghan) because he often teams up with the older guy to mess with you, sometimes it’s beyond annoying when he’s actually telling the truth and you refuse to believe him.

“You’re seeing things,” you snort as you shake your head, and then continue on your way to set up the table for dinner. “He just looks like a lost puppy in general.”

“That is true, but he keeps on looking at you, alright?”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes this time, but Soonyoung cuts you before you can even say anything. “He’s right, y’know? He does keep on looking at you.”

“See? I’m not making things up.”

You frown and click your tongue in annoyance, telling them to stop messing with you. “I don’t like the two of you ganging up on me.”

Soonyoung laughs and messes your hair, the grin on his face makes you want to strangle him right there and then.

“Come on, Seokmin must’ve–”

“We’re back, guys!” Chan announces happily, pushing the glass door with his body. Seungkwan shouts for Wendy and Jeonghan while Soonyoung quickly helps them set the food on the table. “We wanted to get something more fancy but we’re going to eat out with Ryujin tomorrow so I thought pizza should be enough.”

“You made him buy this, didn’t you?” You jokingly narrow your eyes at Seokmin, recalling how he said he’s craving for some pizza during break earlier.

He grins sheepishly, and you hear Soonyoung snorts softly behind you, thankfully much too soft for anyone else to hear. You glare at your best friend, and he pretends to zip his mouth and pushes you to sit down already.

Unfortunately for you, you’re sandwiched between him and Seungkwan, and the two wouldn’t stop whispering about Seokmin to your ears though at least they’re being subtle enough about it because you wouldn’t know how to face the kind guy sitting in front of you had they been too loud about it.

“He so has a crush on you,” Soonyoung whispers against your ear, way too close that you lean away from him because his breath tickles. You glare at him and proceed to elbow him on the guts, making him choke a little out of shock. He pouts at you but you don’t relent and you just shake your head as he says he’ll get back at you for it.

It’s then that you accidentally meet Seokmin’s eyes, and it’s your turn to smile shyly like you’ve been caught talking about him (you’re going to give these 2 men hell for this), your ears getting hot for no reason at all. Still, you raise your eyebrows in question just in case, but he simply huffs a smile and returns to his meal.

You blink at the interaction, wondering why it’s flustering you. Gosh, Soonyoung and Seungkwan must be getting to your head.

Or you’re just more lonely than you thought.

Anyhow, it doesn’t stop you from biting your lip like an idiot that night, unsure how to feel about the messages on your inbox.

[New Message from: Lee Seokmin]

[22:10]: Did you get home safely?

[22:10]: I know I thanked you already, but thank you so much for comforting me today😊

[22:11]: I’ll see you tomorrow!

[22:14]: Have a good night 🍒

[New Message from: Ryuuu✿]

[22:20]: a little bird told me someone’s got a crush on youuuu👀

[22:20]: i might or might not knwo abt it already tho lol

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DP Side Hoes Week 2023 Day 2! Wes Weston Revenge! So it looks like I'm incorporating at least some of my side hoes fics into one story. I have done zero planning so we'll see how this goes.

Ao3 Link, then full story.

Tucker stuck his head into one of the library study rooms, making sure it was empty. It was his free period and he was craving some alone time. Danny was being… clingy.

It made sense. Apparently, the observants had it out for Danny because of that weird future version of himself thing that happened during the CAT. And then Vlad was definitely interested in being the ghost king and anything where Vlad might be involved made them all jumpy. And Tucker suspected that Danny knew how uneasy the idea of having that much power was making him. So, yeah, Danny was being clingy and overprotective and Tucker needed a break from both him and the insanity of a possible kingship that none of them knew the implications of.

Besides, he felt like a walking armory with how much anti-ghost gear he had on him, so he was pretty sure he was safe. Thank God for cargo pants.

Sitting down with his PDA and tweaking the school network a bit more would be the perfect way to unwind. Maybe he could work on getting the school security cameras to loop without any fuzz. That would be a nice way to avoid the rest of his life for a bit.

Tucker saw the shadow of a body slide into the seat across from him just as he was getting into the zone, but purposefully did not look up. This was supposed to be Tucker time. The heat radiating off of it meant it wasn’t Danny and the fact that whoever it was hadn’t immediately assaulted him in some way meant it wasn’t Sam. Maybe if he just buried himself deeper in his tech they would just go away.

Tucker saw a flash of red hair in the corner of his vision. Damn. He looked up to see Wes Weston sitting across from him. Double damn. There went any hope of decompressing.

“Foley,” Weston started in that overly accusatory tone he got whenever he thought he had something on Danny, “I heard something rather interesting, yesterday.”

“I’m sure you did, Weston,” Tucker responded, attempting to bury himself back in the sweet data flow of the school intranet while quietly resigning himself to the fact his break was ruined. Wes was always hearing things that were “rather interesting”. It was one of his many character flaws. Wes Weston could take the most benign topic of conversation and turn it into the wildest of conspiracy. It was frankly impressive.

“You see, I was just minding my own business-”

Tucker rolled his eyes. Wes was never minding his own business,

“- walking out of the auditorium after your very sudden concession to Dash - I kind of hate you for that by the way - when I hear some yelling from a supply closet. Do you know what I heard?”

Tucker went very, very still and then breathed all the tension out of his body and tried to look bored. He knew Wes had already caught his slip, but it was a quick save. Project “Gaslight Weston” was still a go regardless of how little good it was doing. Maybe he could turn this into a different kind of tense. Just what did Wes overhear?

“I’m assuming you heard me arguing with Sam and Danny,” Tucker said, hoping he sounded disinterested, “They weren’t thrilled about me conceding to Dash either.”

“You see,” said Wes, leaning forward conspiratorially, “That’s what I thought, too.” A shiver ran down Tucker’s spine, “but then I decided to listen in and-”

“Hold up,” Tucker said. He needed to salvage this. He should have known better than to think that the fact the hallway was quiet meant they were alone. “You thought I was having a private argument with my friends and decided to listen in? We weren’t even out in the open. Did you just sit there with your ear pressed against the door? What the hell, man?”

Wes flushed red and Tucker got the distinct feeling that that was exactly what Wes had done. “That doesn’t matter,” Wes sputtered. And yeah, Tucker should have known better. Pointing out how creepy Wes was being never worked. “The point is, I heard you three talking with ghosts! There were definitely more than three of you in there. I heard you arguing going somewhere with them. And the door was glowing. It was creepy.”

So, he hadn’t actually heard that much, just the really loud bits. Good. “Okay. First off, you literally have no reason to think the people we were talking to were ghosts. Se-”

“Ha! But you admit you were talking with someone!” Wes grinned at him like a cat that caught the canary.

Tucker cursed himself. Talking to Wes was a mess. No matter what you said you always ended up talking yourself into a corner. And the whole situation was making Tucker feel cornered as it was. Tucker still didn’t know anything about the whole ghost king thing except he wanted nothing to do with it. Of course, once Wes got even a whiff of it, he’d latch onto it like he’d latched onto the whole Fenton/Phantom thing. Trying to get Wes to let go of anything was a losing game.

Tucker froze. He had two problems right now and he had just thought of a possible solution for both. Tucker looked under the table and smirked. It would be a nice little revenge for all the trouble Wes gave Danny. Across the table, Wes’s smile faltered.

The nice thing about the Casper High Library study rooms was they always had a couple of board games and fidget toys on little shelves under the tables. Tucker pulled out Connect Four and placed it carefully on the table.

The remains of Wes’s smug grin morphed into confusion. “Foley, what the hell?”

Tucker breathed. He needed to be careful. The rule was he couldn’t lose the throne if he was competing for something else, right? How did he get Wes to play when he wasn’t offering anything?

Tucker started setting up the game. “You have until we finish the game to ask questions.” That was how.

Wes looked flummoxed and Tucker could appreciate the feeling. This was so far out of the realm of their normal interactions. “I could just leave now,” Tucker said as he finished setting up the board.

“No, no,” Wes said, “I was just surprised, was all. We can play.” Tucker schooled his expression into indifference.

Tucker picked up a red piece and let it drop into place, paying absolutely no attention to where it landed. Clack. He waited expectantly for Wes’s first question. Wes just sat there with his piece, studying the board like it was a particularly hard math problem.

“So,” he began, still staring at the board, “Are you going to be truthful for this?”

Tucker leaned back, “New rule. You take too long to make your move. I’m leaving.”

Wes huffed, “Fine.” Clack. Clack.

“You still haven’t answered the question.”

“I’ll be as truthful as I can be without getting anyone hurt.”

Clack. Clack.

“Please, I’m not hurting anybody. I just want to expose the truth.”

Clack. Clack. Clack.

“You are literally trying to convince people my best friend is dead.”

Clack.

“Yeah, but, like that isn’t going to hurt anyone.”

Clack. Clack.

“How is that not going to hurt him? He lives with ghost hunters. You’re trying to convince them he’s a ghost.”

Clack. Clack.

“Yeah, but those are his parents. They aren’t going to hurt him.”

Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.

“You don’t know that! You have no idea what Danny’s home life is like. As far as you know, Danny’s parents could immediately turn on him.”

Clack. Clack.

“Everybody knows that the Fenton’s love their kids. They have literally yelled it into a megaphone.”

Clack.

“And everybody also knows Jack Fenton wants to tear the ghost boy apart molecule by molecule.”

Clack. Clack. Clack.

“Leaving that aside,” Tucker continued before Wes could butt in, “Danny’s parents aren’t the only ghost hunters out there.” Clack. Clack. “Think about what the guys in white could do to him.”

Clack. Clack.

“Look, I’m not trying to hurt him-”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to hurt him or not. The fact is, you could get him killed.”

Clack. Clack.

“He’s already dead! He can’t die again!”

Clack.

“Even if that were true, -” Clack. Clack. “- and it’s not, -” Clack. Clack. Clack. “- you have no idea how much danger you’re putting him in.”

Clack.

“Why can’t you just-”

“Argh! How did you win!?” Wes yelled. Tucker jumped a little in his seat and stared at the board. Sure enough, there were four red spaces diagonally in a row on the board. That was not what was supposed to happen. “Grah! This was supposed to be a draw! I didn’t even get to ask any questions. You tricked me!”

Tucker blinked. What? “What do you mean I tricked you? You were supposed to win! I wasn’t even trying!”

Wes narrowed his eyes. “Why would you be trying to lose? I know you were trying to end the game as quickly as possible. And you got me distracted by all that ‘I’ll be as truthful as I can without getting anyone hurt’ nonsense. You were totally trying to trick me!”

Tucker could feel another Wes induced headache coming on. Why did he ever think this was a good idea? “What could I possibly gain from this? I was doing you a favor!”

Wes’s eyes narrowed further and Tucker felt his stomach drop a little. “No, there’s something you’re trying to hide. You’re just trying to throw me off your trail. And it all has to do with the ghosts you were talking to in the closet.”

Yeah, no. Tucker was done with this. Yeah, they’d be dealing with Wes being extra stalkerish for the next two weeks, but Tucker was not dealing with this situation anymore.

The chair made a scratching sound against the carpet as he stood up and slung on his backpack.

Wes looked at him wide eyed for a second before barking, “And just where do you think you’re going?” Tucker got the distinct feeling Wes was repeating something said to him frequently, probably by a parent.

“I said you had until we finished the game. The game is finished, ergo I’m leaving.”

With that he walked out the door of the study room and turned right directly into an Observant. The Observant looked unimpressed as Tucker attempted to calm his frantically beating heart.

The Observant gave the closed door to the study room a disgusted look. It was more than a little impressive that a being whose head consisted of a single eyeball could do that. “You wanted to make him the king of all ghosts?” they asked and Tucker could feel the distaste.

Tucker sighed. “Yeah,” he admitted as he dug around in his pockets for the Fenton Thermos, “That probably wasn’t my best move.”

“I should say-”

Tucker uncapped the thermos and slammed it down on the Observant’s eyeball. The surprise was enough to force the ghost in. It was lucky. Tucker did not want to be seen fighting a ghost in the school library, especially not right after his confrontation with Wes.

He sighed as he texted the group chat, “1 O in thermos, +1 to the Wes headache counter,” and then put his phone back in his pocket. Danny was going to be super clingy, Tucker might as well get some space while he could.

#dp side hoes week 2023 #danny phantom #tucker foley #wes weston #ghost king au

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