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hrryshoney · 5 months

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you’re asking me my symptoms, doctor

gynecologist!matty healy x reader

A/N: hii here’s beloved gyno!au. title is reference to Escapism by Raye lol. i’ll put warnings but def don’t read if this is gonna make u uncomfy. anyways this really came to me in a prophetic vision (slut hour daydreams) so i hope u enjoy and it lives up to expectations? and Shouts to everyone who i bounced ideas w and talked abt this Man w! ty ily mwah mwah

warnings: smut 18+, fingering, inappropriate actions in a doctors office, a bit of corruption maybe hmm idk, degradation, praise, taboo topics/power imbalance (doctor/patient), use of Y/N, dom and sub dynamics, problematic age gap maybe (reader is 22/23, matty is 29/30), dirty talk, etc..

You were sitting nervously on the exam table, leg bouncing up and down. Doctor’s offices always unnerved you, to say the least. The unnatural fluorescent lights with their buzzing, the cold chill, and sterile smell.

Today, though, you had to book your gynecologist appointment. Now, you’ve been to one gyno before, a woman whose practice was nice and small before you moved cities. Going into your third year of University, you wanted a change in scenery. Now, your gyno would be a man.

A kind woman with dark hair had just come into your room after knocking twice, giving you a hospital gown and a warm smile. Telling you to undress to your underwear and bra. That you should, “Sit tight! The doctor will be in soon.”

So, here you were. On the examination bed, awaiting your doctor eagerly. When you heard a similar knock on the door, but an imperceptibly firmer one, your head shot up. “Come in,” you cleared your throat and called out.

When the handle turned and your aforementioned Doctor walked in, you felt deceived. Deceived in the best way, though, because your Doctor was hot.

He was wearing a white coat, one with a silver tag that read MATTY, his medical badges hanging from the plate. With his glasses and the lightest dusting of gray through his black, curly hair. He couldn’t have been younger than his late 20s, if older than his early 30s. And as he reached out to grab the clipboard off the counter, you were able to see the smallest bit of black ink on his wrist.

He looked down at his documents, squinting slightly. He then set it back on the counter, walking about the room and getting some hand sanitizer from the dispenser. Your eyes are drawn to his hands immediately. When he clears his throat, you come to.

“Good afternoon, love. Y/N, correct? I see it says here you’ve only been to the gynecologist once before, and it was a female doctor,” you nod along to his words, watching him take a seat and hold eye contact with you. “Just wanted to let you know, you shouldn’t be worried. Just typical stuff today, alright?” You nod again, feeling smaller now. Even when he’s sat on his stool, he feels bigger than you.

“Gonna need your words, Y/N.” You can’t tell if he’s joking, even if you see the smirk on his face. Shifting in your seat, your gown ruffling below you, you manage a, “Yes, Doctor.” Through your dry mouth.

“Ah, almost forgot to introduce myself properly.” He laughs, but you swore you saw his eyes darken for a swift second. “I’m Doctor Healy, but you can call me Matty if you feel so inclined.” He grinned, and you felt like his words had a double meaning past the surface.

“You’re here for a routine checkup, I take it?” Moving over to the sink, pumping soap on his hands and running the water. “Lay back for me.” He instructed you as he washed, back turned. You listened without second thought, body going stiff.

You heard the tap turn off, Matty was drying his hands with paper towel now. He walked over to the table, standing above you and looking down. “If you don’t mind, can I ask you some questions before we begin?”

You began to nod, but remembered your reaction from earlier. Giving him another “Yes, Doctor.” he smiled easily. “Great… Now, are you sexually active?”

If you thought you were tense before, then you were like a board now. “Um, no.” You let your eyes flutter shut as you felt your skin heating, feeling terribly bare.

“Right, have you been? In the past?” was this a normal question to ask? Of course, they’d want to know of your bodily health. But of your… sexual activity as well? For you, though, there was nothing to report. Seeing as you were a virgin, which meant no sexual experiences other than yourself.

“Um, sorry, what are these questions for?” You couldn’t stop yourself from nervously laughing, your deflection of an answer hanging in the examination room.

Matty’s eyes dragged along your frame, going from your lips and then back to your eyes. You almost missed the beginning of his sentence when he spoke up. “All protocol, of course. It’s slightly awkward, but I’m obligated to ask. So?”

“So, no. I.. have not been in the past, or like, ever.” And you wanted to melt into the floor. Surely you would have to switch doctors after this again. Too embarrassing of a feat to face.

Another look and pause that goes on for much too long. Your stomach was starting to hurt. Well, maybe not hurt, but you needed to fix it and quick. When Matty claps and rubs his hands together, it snaps you out of it. “Interesting. Well, then, let’s begin.”

You noted that his pupils were huge behind the glasses, and his black slacks hugged his crotch very well. Did they look like that when he came in? You shifted again, trying to rub your thighs for some friction.

“Can I touch you?” His accented voice was deep and gravelly now. Leaving not much to the imagination of how this phrase might sound in a different situation coming from his mouth. His mouth, pink lips that he couldn’t stop licking, and slight stubble on his chin.

“Yes, Doctor Healy.” Your voice sounded submissive enough, and you almost yelped when his hand came down to grab your gown covered thigh. Roughly drawing circles with his thumbs into the spot. “Good girl. You’re tense.”

You shivered, eyes closing and opening again. The silence in the room felt so loud, and your doctor’s appointment was feeling a bit too erotic for what it was at this point. “I- I don’t know why I am.” Lie.

“Need you to relax for me, sweetheart.” His cold hands rub up and down your thighs. He’s making eye contact with you, causing you to cast your eyes to the ceiling. “Wanna put your legs in the stirrups?”

“Would that help, Doctor Healy?” You hear the sharp inhale of breath, followed by a cough. Trying not to lift your hips off the examination table from his constant skin to skin contact.

“It would, thank you.” He moves to grab your legs, setting them on the edge of the platform. His grip feels rougher than acceptable, fingertips leaving indents on your thighs. He reaches under your gown, looking at you for your nod and slipping your panties off. “May I start?”

“Yes, Doctor. Thank you.” And when you feel his fingers run down your slit, you don’t think it’s protocol. You were already embarrassingly wet from the interaction. As his hands move and brush your clit, you can’t hold back the moan. When you open your eyes, you’re met with Matty peering at you over his glasses, an amused smirk barely peeking through his expression.

“Oh, that’s no good, sweetheart.” He clicks his tongue, faux disapprovingly. His thumb comes back to press on your clit. “You’re so wet. What’s that from, huh?” He took his middle and ring finger, circling around your hole.

“It’s- You! You’re doing it, it’s your fault.” You cry out in pleasure and frustration. He was so condescending, but it felt so good. You know you needed to be more conscious of your volume, still being in a doctor’s office.

“My fault?” He almost gasped in surprise, “Oh, no. I don’t think so. I’m just trying to do my job, make sure everything’s okay down here.” Maneuvering his hand, he gave you two quick but firm taps on your clit with his middle and index finger. “Can you remove your gown for me?”

“Is this protocol, Doctor Healy?�� You asked, half genuinely curious to see his answer. Moving to lift your bum, untying the gown from behind your back. Your legs were slightly shaking, and you saw his hand go to cover the smile that graced his mouth. You moved both your shoulders out of the arm holes, discarding the gown to the side. Leaving you in just your simple black bra, that had simple lace trimming.

“‘Course, making sure you’re in shape, and all.” His eyes dragged down your frame, stopping at your breasts. He was taking in your figure now, so you had the time to do the same. Your eyes immediately pulled to the now prominent bulge in his pants, and his fingers that seemed to twitch in anticipation.

“Do I appear to be in shape, then? Good for you?” Unbeknownst to you, what you had just said lit even more of a flame inside of Matty. You were asking him if you were good for him? He could show you what a good little slut he could make you.

He lets his hands rest between the apex of your thighs again, “Gonna spread you open a bit, okay? Think this’ll loosen you up for me.” Matty’s long fingers make their way to your cunt, running them up and down. He slides them down to your hole, collecting the wetness there and spreading it up to your clit.

His other hand came up to unclip your bra from behind your back. He did this expertly with one hand, leaving it to fall so he could grab at your breast. Palming at it for a while before pinching your nipple. You let out a whimper, and he gave you a soft slap on the side of your chest. He grabbed it roughly again, evening it out and applying more pressure to your clit as he did.

Your hand came to cover your mouth, not wanting to let your moans out. A soft, “Doctor,” fell from your lips, causing him to slip one finger inside of you. You couldn’t hold back, then. “Please, yes!”

Matty is running the tip his finger lightly along the inside of you, and it’s not enough. You begin to whine, but he cuts it off quickly. “Gotta relax or I won’t be able to run my tests. You don’t want that, do you?” His smirk is enough to make you want to slap it off him. Though, your whole body goes slack when he pushes his whole finger inside of you.

You’re moaning freely now, seeming to have forgotten that you’re still in a professional establishment. You were relentless, the pleasure he was giving you was too much in the best way. “Doctor- Matty. Please, need it.”

Matt’s pupils dilated, if it was possible for them to get larger. “Say my name again for me.” He groaned out, rocking his hips into the side of the table to relieve some tension. “Matty. Matty! Need you, please.” You obliged easily, drunken off the feeling. Matty pressed a second finger into your pussy.

“Poor thing. Never had anyone in this little hole before, huh? Perfect little cunt is so tight for me, were you saving yourself?” You think your reactions have gotten to his head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your head was nodding in response to his words, eyes rolling back to your head.

You could feel pressure building in your stomach, the sound of his voice was getting to you. “Mhm. Doctor, think I’m gonna cum. Please, can I?” His hand sped up after hearing your words, thumb pressing on your clit. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs, on to the protective cover of the exam table.

Your hips began to lift off the surface again, before Matty’s unoccupied hand came to press down on your abdomen again. “Feels that good, darling? Can’t even stay still for me.” You opened your eyes to look at him, gaze falling to how his hand lifted off of you and went to palm himself. “Come on, be my good little slut and cum for me.”

Ultimately, that was what did you in. You gasped loud enough for the whole office to hear, eyes clamping shut. You saw white behind your eyelids and your hips lifted freely off the table this time. Matty’s fingers coming out of you, rubbing your clit through your orgasm. You heard Matty moan in the back, making out a “fuck me, that’s good. You’re beautiful,” coming from his mouth.

As you came down from it, you opened your eyes to see him licking both of his fingers. “Taste sweet, gonna have to get my mouth on you next time.” He said nonchalantly, still looking down at your pussy. You tried to take your hands and put them in front of it, feeling shy all the sudden.

“Little late for that after I made you cum.” He giggled, going to get a towel from the cabinet above the sink. “Lemme clean you up.” You flustered but agreed in the end. When he came back with the towel, he leaned down to kiss you. You reciprocated easily, jumping when the towel came in contact with your skin.

“Thank you for.. that. For the appointment, Doctor.” You giggled, his head snapping up and eyes narrowing. You raised your hands in faux defence, the smile staying on your face. He smiled with you.

“Came so nicely for me, think I should be the one saying thanks.” He gave you another smirk, getting your panties from the side when they had been discarded. He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to put your legs through. Doing the same with your bra, he then helped you off the examination table.

“Seriously, you were really good. You know, for my first time.”

“Would barely call that a first time, I’ll give you that another time though.” He winked, turning around to look for your other clothes. Your jaw dropped, but you recollected yourself before he turned back to see.

“Right well. Thank you..” You said awkwardly, looking down at your feet. Where were you supposed to go from here? You just got fingered by your gynecologist in his public doctor’s office. You would have to reflect on this when you got home.

“Not an issue, really.” Matty sidestepped you to get to one of the cabinets behind you, slapping your ass as he did. Tease. He was being much too normal about this.

“I mean, what kind of doctor would I be if I left you unsatisfied with your appointment?”

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sorencd · 10 months

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heyy could you write some hurt/comfort for charlie dalton? maybe like making up after a fight or smth like that? thank u ily

fragile

pairing: charlie dalton x reader

summary: charlie apologises after a fight.

word count: 1k

a/n: sure i can! i'm not sure if i did this right, but here u go lovely! <3

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you were curled up in bed, under the comfort of your covers. shielding yourself from the outside world and momentarily enclosing yourself in your own little space. the sniffles that escaped your lips replacing the silence that once filled the room, before you entered in a mix of wrath and sadness with tears streaming down your cheeks, drop after drop, the disappointment and self-pity outweighing the anger you felt.

charlie, who you confronted earlier in the day because he failed to show up yet again for a date he promised he'd make up to, since he also missed the previous date you set up for the two of you, got mad as you confided in him that you feel like he's gone astray from you and you two haven't been spending much time with each other. misinterpreting what you said completely and not giving you a chance to explain before telling you to 'grow up', causing you to run away with a throb in your heart─ leading you to where you are now.

you're sure he didn't mean it, you reasoned with yourself. he's only stressed from the burdens of school, but that doesn't give him the right to scream at you. why would he put out his anger on you, a person he loved? or with the way you're feeling right now, presumably loved.

'okay, that one hurt.' you admitted and closed your eyes, maybe this awful terrible feeling you're having right now will disappear when you go to sleep, a temporary fix to your problems. you just wanted to spend quality time with him again. as you almost drifted away into the arms of serenity, you heard the phone ring. at first, you tried ignoring the annoying sound, pressing your palms on your ears to try and block out some of it. but ultimately, you got up to answer the phone.

half of you hoped it was charlie, hoped he decided to make up for what he said and say sorry. and the relief that washed over you when you heard his voice on the other end never felt as better as anything that came your way today. for the first few minutes, you kept quiet. unsure of what to say, his previous statements echoing in your mind and you feared that if you spoke again you'd say something wrong and it will end with you making him mad again.

'hello? (y/n)?'

"yes?"

'look, i'm sorry-' you heard him cut himself off with a scoff. if only you knew from the other end, charlie felt so guilty with how he's been treating you, and that quarrel was his wake up call. he's been so busy with entertaining life and everyone else, he forgot the one person he'd like to spend all of his days with and the only person he'd want to welcome death with. it took everything in himself to muster up the courage to apologise, he wanted to fix this. he wanted to have you in his arms again, something he's slowly forgetting the feeling of since he can't recall the last time he's had a proper time with you.

'i screwed up, (y/n). can i- is it alright if i drop by your place? i want to apologise to you in person. i made a mistake. your parents wouldn't mind right?' he said in one breath, nervousness evident in his voice as you heard his tone ever so slightly waver. charlie was worried that you'd never forgive him and end things right then and there. he doesn't want to lose you.

"ok-"

charlie cut you off this time. 'alright, i'll be there in a sec.'

just like your previous dates, you expected him to leave you high and dry for another time. but there he was, at the other side of your door on record time. holding a box of cookies that you two would buy on a daily basis, and a bouquet of flowers that you can still recall were the ones he bought when he first asked you out. you opened the door to come face to face with him.

there standing before you, was the boy you've loved with your whole heart. his posture tense as he held the flowers and chocolates in his arms with an anxious and skittish appearance to him. he tried smiling but because of his nerves, it came out as an awkward sneer. you had to mentally slap yourself to maintain your serious stance.

"i'm sorry." he blurted out after a whole minute of just staring at each other, his hands were clearly jittery and sweating like crazy. he tried his best to keep it from you. "i wasn't thinking right, when i said that. i was just… tired from everything's that's happening and my parents are just so- they won't let me have some time for myself. i shouldn't have said all that. i promise, i'll really make it up to you this time. we could go on a date, tomorrow, today, yesterday, anywhere you want!" he raised the gifts he bought for you, gesturing for you to take them. "forgive me?"

instead of accepting it though, you ran into his arms and gave him the tightest hug ever, having him in almost iron grip, and buried your face in his chest. "it's okay, you big dork." you replied maybe you were too forgiving, maybe you gave into him too easily. but you didn't care, he's back.

he returned your embrace and pressed a kiss onto the top of your head with a sigh of ease. he couldn't be anymore happy than he is right now, he's got you back in his hold again. and he decided he's never letting go ever again.

"do you want these cookies i bought? cause if you don't, i'm eating all of this. you still got milk right?"

you laughed and let him inside, since you both were still standing in the doorway. "i'll just eat a piece or two. i will gladly accept going on a date with you though." you said as you closed the door behind him, the familiar feeling of giddiness taking over making it's way to your face.

#dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader

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dilfspitdrinker · 10 months

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Request?

Frankie and f!reader are in a long term relationship, no kids. He has been home and decommissioned for a while and is really enjoying civie life. Reader keeps him happy in the bedroom and well fed and stuffed with his favorite foods in the kitchen. Over time, the guys begin to notice Frankie is getting a fuller frame/bigger belly (cloths fitting not the same) and Frankie notices that reader really likes the extra Frankie she has on her hands now. Maybe he’s a little self conscious at first, but begins to enjoy his new figure.

A/N: I LOVE this request anon. it gave me a reason to watch triple frontier and fall in love with yet another Pedro Pascal character (Frankie was literally the best one). it also gave me a reason to write smut for the first time. Didn't attempt anything crazy, just hoping its decent for a first try. ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! ily anon

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, body image insecurity, weight/appearance joke, terribly short smut scene (soz its my first time), unprotected P in V, can you tell how in love they are it's sickening

Good Taste

It struck him as odd when he had to wear his belt one notch looser than before. At the time, he didn’t pay it any mind beyond a huh, look at that. Even when he tucked in his shirt and noticed a little extra protruding over the waistband of his pants, he hardly bothered dwelling on it. There were more interesting things on his mind tonight. He was getting ready to reunite with his old buddies from his time in the service.

Frankie generally had a quiet demeanor, but after years together, you could distinguish many subtleties. The glint in his eye, the lightness in his tone, the way he moved around the room with a longer stride. He was excited to see the guys, it had been a while since they’d all been together.

He turned away from the mirror to face you, cross-legged on the bed. You were wearing his ball cap, you liked to snatch it when he wasn’t looking. He gestured to himself, “I look alright?”

You smiled fondly, “You look gorgeous.”

He squinted at you, with what might appear to be a scowl, but you could tell he was suppressing a grin.

You straightened up, “Oh, sorry. I meant you look manly, you look so rugged.”

He chuckled, and you hopped off the bed, hands settling on his sides. He swiped the hat off your head and put it on as you trapped him in a hug. Your cheek pressed into his shoulder and you murmured sweetly, “Love you.”

“Love you too baby,” he enveloped you in his arms, holding you a moment longer.

You adjusted his hat, and sent him off with a “have fun” and a kiss.

Once in the bar, he spotted the guys and approached their table. Benny, Santi, Tom, and Will greeted him with enthusiasm– hugs, handshakes and back slaps all around.

As Santi slid him a beer, Frankie took a seat, feeling how the waistband of his jeans dug into his midsection.

“Fish! How’s civilian life treating you?” Benny asked, a boyish smile plastered on his face.

“It’s been good man,” Frankie grinned, “Living life, finally relaxing for once, you know?”

Everyone agreed, some more earnestly than others.

“You wanna order any food?”

Frankie shook his head, “No, I’m alright. My lady feeds me good.”

“Yeah man, we can tell.”

The comment didn’t immediately get to him– he laughed at it along with the others, and the conversation moved forward. The evening continued enjoyably.

But that night, he scrutinized himself in the mirror as he pulled off his shirt. Not nearly as toned as he used to be, he now had a small belly. His face was noticeably fuller too. He glanced at you in the mirror, already in bed, waiting for him. You’d never made any specific comments about his body, but he noticed that you were more eager to hug and cuddle recently. He liked it, but it left him to wonder what you thought of his changing figure. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it himself. It was no secret that since being decommissioned, he was no longer in top shape. He still worked out, just not as intensely, and you were certainly keeping him well fed. It wasn’t his fault that everything you cooked was delicious, and how could he say no to a second serving when you insisted it was made with love? He would’ve thought you preferred him lean, if not for the way you’d cling to his torso and squeeze with a content sigh.

You laid on your side and watched him, eyes full of adoration and desire, but he wasn’t looking at you. He’d been staring at himself in the mirror for a few minutes now. In the dim lamp light, you followed his gaze, landing on his midsection. You loved the softness of his belly, it was the warmest and comfiest spot on his body. And you hated the hardness in his eyes directed at himself.

He finally turned to face you, “You need to stop feeding me so much.”

“Why?” you asked innocently, pupils blown.

He approached the side of the bed, “Because these pants are getting small.”

You hooked a finger into his belt and tugged him towards you, nimbly undoing the buckle, “So take them off.”

You were desperate to get your hands on him. The whole time he was gone, you could only think about getting him all to yourself again. And after expressing that he was less than pleased with his body? You couldn’t let him get away with that.

He was entranced by you, pulling him onto the bed, straddling him, stripping the layers. He knew what you were doing, showing how much you wanted him. The heat of your bare skin against his own was enough to make him forget what he was dwelling on so much. You were more than ready for him, eagerly lining him up with your entrance. Sinking slowly onto his length, you were determined to convince him that he’s never looked more irresistible. And you were doing a damn good job.

You had one hand planted on his chest and the other on his stomach, rocking your hips rhythmically. He squeezed your ass, head thrown back onto the pillows, eyes screwed shut. You loved getting him like this, sweating and breathless, and riding him was the best way to achieve that. He wouldn’t admit it, but with the way he was cursing and guiding the roll of your hips, this was obviously his favorite position. You raised your hand from his chest and pushed back a few of his curls that had stuck to his forehead. He looked up at you, eyes glazed with love at the gesture.

His hand went between your bodies to circle your clit. The rhythm of your hips faltered at the contact, and you braced yourself with both hands on his stomach. You shifted as he planted his feet on the bed, thrusting up into you at a ruthless pace. You nearly fell forward onto him, digging your fingers into his flesh while his still circled your clit relentlessly. Your climax rippled from your core to your limbs, making you shakily drop to his chest. He chased his own high, and it wouldn’t take much longer with your walls squeezing around him. He gripped your ass roughly, pounding into you, grunting breathily right in your ear. You felt his hips shudder beneath you as he came, warmth spilling inside you.

He panted deeply, your body rising and falling with his chest. Apparently too spent to think about getting cleaned up, you positioned yourself how you two fall asleep most nights: legs tangled, with your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

Your lips brushed his skin as you spoke, “You know I love you, and I want you. All of you, all the time.”

He tugged you a little closer, “I needed the reminder.”

“Happy to give it to you.”

A smirk spread across his face, “Might have to remind me more often.”

You chuckled warmly, “Yeah? Well just let me know.”

He felt the warmth of your palm splayed across his stomach.

If you liked it, he did too. It was like that with everything really– clothes, meals, furniture. You had good taste, and he trusted it. Why should he think any differently regarding himself? If you liked it, he did too.

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales #triple frontier #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales smut #francisco morales #francisco catfish morales #francisco morales x reader #frankie morales fanfiction #triple frontier fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction

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changbinsboiledegg · 7 months

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Hii

Hope u are okay :D

Can I request some reaction with skz when gf!reader can not dance and they maybe try to teach her(for example valse) but she is unteachable?

I just see it as some fluffy moment from their life idk idk idk

Heyoooo :) I’m okay! I hope you are okay too 🫶 Thank you for your request. I love fluffy, therefore I will gladly do fluffy.

GN! Reader X SKZ

(I know you said GF! Reader, but I didn’t use pronouns for the reader in this one, so I figured I’d tag it as gender neutral.)

Warning: Your dancing skills, petname usage.

Note: something fluffy today hehe, slowly but surely working through my requests. I hope you enjoy and as always, if no one told you today, ily. 🫶

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Chan

When you asked Chan to teach you how to dance, he was not prepared for the horrors he was about to witness.

“Ah! Sorry!” You raised your foot and apologized, thinking you stepped on his foot.

Chan looked you up and down, stopping when you did.

A big grin overtook his face, “Aw, my flamingo. Why are you sorry?”

You quickly put your foot down, realizing you didn’t step on his foot— or anyone’s foot for that matter.

Chan shook his head, holding in a laugh. “You’re so cute.”

Lee Know

Minho offered to teach you how to dance after being subjected to your dancing at a party— you being completely sober.

He was relieved when you said yes to his offer.

“Follow my steps, we’re starting from step five to eight and then you can show me from step one.” Minho was patient with you, knowing not everyone can learn to dance overnight.

You followed his steps, getting into the groove and feeling like you were doing alright with it.

That was until he had you start from the beginning all the way up to the point where you stopped.

All he could do was stare, trying not to smile or laugh or do anything that could hurt your feelings.

Changbin

Changbin is open to teaching you how to dance. He started simple too, knowing it would be unfair to you to immediately jump into something advanced.

“Take it from the top!” Changbin was probably having way too much fun with this. You and Changbin both danced together, following the steps he taught you.

“Am I doing it right?” You asked, mid-dance. Changbin was hyped up, “nope!”

It didn’t matter to him how bad you were, though. He was having fun, you were having fun, and that was all he cared about.

“Take it from the top?” You groaned, still dancing messily. Changbin clapped his habds together and restarted the song— for the thirtieth time.

Hyunjin

He tried. He tried so hard. He was patient, repeated steps hundreds of times for you, even helped you with placement.

And even though Hyunjin loved you and would do anything for you, he had to accept that you just can’t and will most likely never know how to dance.

And that included the simplest of dances.

“I’m going to outdance you one day.” You teased, going through the steps he taught you. But unbeknownst to you, those were far from the steps he taught you.

Hyunjin watched you, amused beyond comprehension.

“Oh yeah. For sure.”

Han

It was supposed to be more romantic, letting your boyfriend teach you how to dance.

You moved your feet where Jisung told you to, you moved your arms, head, and even your torso when the dance called for it.

But as Jisung stood back to watch your progress, he seemed full of surprise. Not the kind you’d expect.

“Really?” Jisung paused the music. You stumbled to a stop.

“Really what?”

“Where did you get that move from?” Jisung then copied— or attempted to copy the train wreck that was your dancing.

You burst out into laughter, embarrassment evident on your face, which in turn made Jisung laugh with you.

Felix

Felix was teaching you to dance out of spontaneity and just when you thought you had the moves down, you hear him stifling back a laugh.

“I love you but what was that?” Felix had his fist to his mouth, trying to hide his smile.

“What do you mean? I nailed it.” You crossed your arms with a playful glare. Felix held his hands up, still trying not to laugh.

“Alright, darling. Whatever you say.” Felix got in position again, seeing that you had too.

“Whatever you say,” you mimicked, eyeing Felix’ reflection in the mirror. “I’m not that bad.”

Felix grinned, pausing for a second. “Mhm.”

Seungmin

You were on fire. It was a dumpster fire, but a fire nonetheless.

Seungmin couldn’t do much but watch you dance in the mirror, following your steps as he danced with you.

“This us fun! We should do this again.” You were happy despite the constant dumbfounded look on Seungmin’s face as he watched you do any move that wasn’t the ones he taught you.

“Yeah…” he quickly cleared his throat, feigning enthusiasm. “Yes! Of course. You… have a lot to learn.”

You abruptly stopped, “ouch.”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that.” Seungmin awkwardly laughed.

But he did mean it like that.

I.N

He agreed to teach you just to spend time with you but little did he know what he was getting himself into.

“Like this?” You moved your waist with your feet, glancing at him for approval. Jeongin shook his head slowly.

“No.”

You groaned, pouting. He’s said no for the past hour and you wondered if he would ever say yes.

“Let me try again! I got it this time.” You started to run through the steps again, making a wrong step and crashing to the floor.

Jeongin instinctively reached forward, but was too late. This was when he started to laugh. All of the bafflement he felt caved in on him and he too fell to the floor, laughing uncontrollably.

Which, in turn, made you start laughing uncontrollably.

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familyvideostevie · 1 year

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Omggggggg I’m the anon who called you emmy im emma-barrassed (bye)

I have an apology request if you will consider!! For roosty - what about the first time you call him bradley? Like you’ve known him as rooster for whatever reason and then in all the flirty banter that comes pre-relationship, bradley slips out and for him it ✨feels fuzzy✨ idk I think you have such a talent for writing in the non reader pov in complete sincerity bye ily emmA

please don't be embarrassed!! :) this request was so fun and i think i went way overboard with it. but here you go! | fem!reader, fluff, pre-relationship, 1.6k

It's Natasha who brings you around. Phoenix has a much healthier social life than the rest of them and more non-Navy friends than Rooster, Hangman, and Bob combined.

Actually, Bradley isn't totally sure about Bob. The man manages to be a mystery, even still.

Not the point. Phoenix brings you to a night out and Bradley almost chokes on his beer. You trail behind her as you walks over to the group, looking like the prettiest thing he's ever seen. He's flown over mountain ranges and seen the Northern Lights twice and felt the cool kiss of sea air after he thought he'd die in the sky but even still, you seem to rewire his entire brain. He wonders if this is what his dad felt like when he saw his mom.

His heart races in his chest and he wills himself to keep it cool. You're meeting a bunch of navy guys for the first time and he'll be damed if he pulls a Hangman and tries to pick you up right away.

He just wants to know your name. And your phone number. But that can wait.

"Alright, assholes, listen up," Phoenix calls. "Fall in." There are eye rolls and snickers but everyone shifts so that you have a clear view of the group. "Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Bob, who you've met before, Hangman, and Rooster." Your gaze goes down the line as she introduces everyone -- Bob gets a smile from you and damn, Bradley wants to be on the receiving end of one of those -- and when Phoenix tells you his callsign, he salutes. You huff a laugh. "They all have real names, but you have to talk to them for those."

"Welcome to beer night, civilian," Hangman says. Bradley fights the urge to roll his eyes. "Gonna tell us who you are?"

He has to hand it to you -- you don't look nervous to be with a new group of people at all. You speak for the first time, telling everyone your name and Bradley swallows at the sound of it. Pretty name for a pretty girl.

"Now the real question," says Bob, "is what you're having to drink."

You come around to most of the group gatherings after that, becoming close with some of the girlfriends and making sure to chat with the guys, too. Bradley doesn't want to get his hopes up, but he thinks you talk to him the most. About music, his car, your job, flying. Anything at all, you can turn it into an hours-long conversation with him.

Not only that, but he knows you're flirting with him. Well, he's pretty sure. And obviously, he's flirting with you. Your hand is always on his arm, his shoulder, his elbow. He's almost positive you look at his lips a fair amount when you're talking. But, most importantly, you seem to feel comfortable around him, moving in and out of his space without hesitation, handing him your drink when you got the bathroom. At the very least you like him enough to trust him.

There's just one hangup. You only ever call him Rooster.

That is probably mostly his fault. He's never actually told you his name is Bradley, though he knows you know it, since you've heard the others use it. Maybe you think he doesn't want you to call him that.

But then. Oh, but then.

Tonight is another regular beer night. Bradley is holding your drink because Phoenix beckoned you off to the bathroom for what looked like some urgent business he does not need to know about. His eyes scan the room out of habit and he wonders if anyone would be down to get some food at the drive-thru down the road. He's DD tonight and man, he's hungry.

"Bradley," someone says. He blinks once, twice, because he's swears that's your voice, and then your hand is on his elbow and it really is you. His stomach feels like he's flying upside down. His name sounds totally new from your mouth. He loves it.

"Yeah?" he says, looking at you. Phoenix is nowhere to be found and you look...nervous? He's not seen this expression of yours before. It makes the swooping in his stomach turn sour. "Hey, are you okay?"

You soften at his concern. God, you're pretty. "I'm fine," you say. "It's just --" You look over your shoulder and he sees Phoenix leaving the bar with someone she's clearly taking home. "You're DD, right?"

"For anyone who needs a ride, yeah," he says. "And it looks like your ride just left. Damn, good for her." You laugh and Bradley relishes the sound.

"Do you mind driving me home? When you want to leave, I mean?" He realizes he's still holding your drink and he holds it out for you to take. Your fingers brush his and he fights the urge to run his thumb over the back of your hand.

"'Course I don't mind," he says. "Y'know, I'm kind of hungry. Maybe you finish that and we go get something to eat?"

"I'll do you one better." You hold up a finger, telling him to wait, and turn to look for someone in the crowd. "Hey, Hangman!" you call. Seresin appears moments later, smirk firmly in place.

"How can I help you, my dear?" Bradley doesn't hide his eye roll this time. You hold out your beer.

"Bradley and I are leaving," you tell him. Hangman's eyebrows disappear into his hairline, but he takes your beer. His eyes bounce between the two of you, but you don't back down from the implication that you're leaving...together. Bradley tries to squash the unnecessary and unwarranted male pride he feels.

"Are you now," Hangman drawls. "Well, alright then. You kids have fun." He takes a sip of your beer and inclines his head at Bradley just a bit.

"Does everyone else have a ride?" Bradley calls. The rest of the crew nod, and he guides you out of the bar with a light hand on your back.

"Thank you," you tell him once you're outside. "Natasha said you'd say yes, but I didn't want to assume." He wants to tell you he'd drive to the other side of the damn country if you asked him to.

"You're a good wingwoman," he says instead. But he can't help himself. "I'll always give you a ride home." You flash him a shy smile and he returns it. You called him Bradley. "You want to get some food?"

You hop into the Bronco. "Hell yeah I do, Bradshaw." It's actually embarrassing how his heart skips a beat this time. He waits for you to click your seatbelt before he backs out of the parking lot.

"So, give me the details on this guy Phoenix left with. If that's allowed." You turn your entire body to face him before launching into the story of how she met him a few weeks ago and actually he's been texting her and Bradley doesn't reallyhear all of the details because he just likes to listen to your voice. God, he wishes he could look at you properly. You talk with your hands and chew on your lip as you try to recall specifics. He thinks he might be obsessed with you.

"This is nice," you say suddenly, and he realizes the story is over. He turns to look at you for half a second and finds you staring out the window. "Hanging out, just us. We should do it more often." You sound soft, maybe even a little unsure.

"You think so?" he says lightly. You turn back to look at him and he eyes you as he drives. Your eyes on him feel like a trail of fire. He almost pulls over so he can hold your gaze.

"I do," you say softly. He hums, unable to stop his mouth from curling up at the edges. He taps his thumbs on the steering wheel again.

"Me too," he says. "Anytime you want." He means it.

"I'll hold you to it, Bradley," you say. He pulls to a stop at the red light just before the drive-thru and turns to look at you. You've got mischief in your eyes. Oh, now he's sure you've been using his name on purpose.

"Wanna explain that?" he says, dipping his chin and raising his eyebrows. You turn away from him and tilt your nose up in the air.

"Explain what?" you say primly. You're going to make him work for it, make him admit that he likes it. He finds that he doesn't mind.

"You've always called me Rooster." The light changes but there's no one behind him so he doesn't move for a few seconds so you'll look at him again. You do. He feels his breath catch and he has to swallow.. "Why the change?"

"Bradley, the light," you say. He turns back to the road and drives. The air in the cab of the Bronco shifts suddenly and from the corner of his eye he sees you steel yourself and reach out slowly, ever so slowly, to brush back some of the fringe that's fallen on his forehead before pulling back.

He inhales sharply. "I wanted to try it out," you say. He turns into the drive-thru lane and pulls behind the few cars in line. "Is it ok?"

Now that the car is fully stopped, he shifts in his seat to turn to you. He loves the dance, he loves the chase, he loves this push and pull, but more than anything he wants what's next. So he decides to lay all of his cards on the table. "Sweetheart," he says. Your eyes widen. "I think you could call me anything you wanted and I'd like it."

"I'll keep that in mind," you say. And then the tension snaps and you burst in to laughter, reaching out to rest a hand on his bicep as you do so. He catches your giggles, feeling lighter than he has in ages. Yeah, he thinks. This is just the beginning.

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pablitogavii · 1 year

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Heeyy, i've been obsessed with your writing for a week now and i can't stop reading it. So can you write about Gavi dating a very clumsy reader? Where she's always bumping into something or even tripped over her own feet. And one day when they were cooking together, the reader accidentally tripped and hit a hot frying pan or anything that hurt herself because of it?? This just happened to me yesterday lol and the rest is up to you but i prefer a lot of flufff 🤩 Thankyouu and ily!

Ever since you were a little girl, your parents would call you 'clumsy' since you would always be the one to fall from the slides in the park, or slip on a wet floor but even as you grew up, your clumsiness grew with you so much that your boyfriend now uses the same nickname.

One time, Pablo even got concerned about some bruises on your hips that were the result from hitting the edge of the table one too many times over the week.

"Don't worry, Pablito. I'm used to it" you reassured him but he shook his head massaging some cream onto your bruises looking at them sadly.

"Please, be more careful amor..only bruises I want to see on this body are my hickeys..that's it" he said and you blushed bright red looking at him while he was very focused on gently massaging the area on your hip.

Tonight, some friends are coming over to our apartment and you are making dinner in the kitchen while Pablo is fixing up the table in the dinning room.

"Arrg!" Pablo heard rushing into the kitchen seeing your bloody red burn on your hand and his eyes opened wide while he rushed to your side.

"Amor! Put it under cold water! Easy now!" he said helping you while tears escaped your eyelids since this time it was very painful. Stupid pan!

"I'm sorry..I tripped..uhh" you said through tears feeling bad for continuously making Pablo worried but he gave you a gentle smile and a kiss on your forehead.

"Shh I'm going to fix you up and you will be like new..come here my clumsy baby" he said and you both went to the bathroom where he kept his first aid kit.

"Sit down amor and give me your hand." he said and you did as asked sitting on the bed while he kneeled in front of you taking your hand gently and applying some cleaning anesthetic on it.

"Ouch! Ouch!" you whined and he sushed you saying it will stop hurting very soon and to stay brave for him which you tried very hard but you were always a cry baby whenever you get hurt.

"Alright, let's apply some of this cream and then I'll add some cause so you don't touch it until it heals..okay princesa?" Pablo said looking up and pouting when he saw that you were crying. His fingers dried your tears and he left a sweet kiss on your lips before fixing up your hand.

"Come on amor, no more tears mi nena hermosa. This will heal in a few days, I promise" Pablo said after finishing with the gauze leaving a soft kiss on top of it and you gave him a weak smile snuffling a little.

"Why do I have to be so clumsy??" you said and he sat besides you pulling you into his arms careful not to touch your hurt hand and kissing the top of your head lovingly.

"Aw nena, I don't know..but you have your Pablito to patch you up whenever you get hurt..It's okay" he said and you smiled nodding your head and kissing the side of his neck in response.

"We should go back to the kitchen and finish dinner.." you remind him a few minutes scared that the moment you get up, you will get hurt again and be right back here.

"From now on, I will be your human shield..come on princesa" it was like he knew exactly what you were thinking, getting up slowly and holding your hand making sure you don't hit anything on your way to the kitchen.

"Thank you Pablo" you smiled and he kissed your lips hitting the stove playfully and cursing it for 'hurting his princesa' which made you giggle and return to fixing up the rest of the dinner.

A few hours when your friends arrived with their girlfriends, everyone asked about your injury which made you a little self conscious feeling stupid for being so clumsy.

"Our stove was bad and hurt mi princesa because it was jealous how much I love her.." Pablo said realizing how stupid that sounded making everyone including you laugh and kiss his lips sweetly.

"I love you so much Pablo.." you whisper to him seeing his cheeks turn pink slightly in embarrassment but he pecked your lips while nodding his head.

"Yo te amo tambien princesa" he said into the kiss leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before you both returned to eating the delicious meal and enjoying time with your friends.

It's not that long, but hope you enjoy :)

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plutoccult · 5 months

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HAIKYUU X THE OFFICE AU — EPISODE FOUR: OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY

pairing: sugawara koushi x female reader

description: it’s the holidays, and that means it’s time for the annual office christmas party where everyone participates in secret santa. much to sugawara’s delight, he has picked your name for secret santa this year and plans to make it count.

word count: 5.6k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: hello and happy holidays! i will admit i’ve been struggling to stay motivated with this series, but i have to remind myself that i’m mainly writing this for MY enjoyment at the end of the day. i’m the ultimate sugawara warrior and it shall stay that way. anyway, it’s christmastime, so of course i’m writing a christmas episode! i strayed away from parts of the episode quite a bit. this definitely has more focus on sugawara than the reader this time around, but i’m not mad about it. it’s nice to see an angsty, pining suga 🤭 i almost thought this would have to be split into two parts, but i’d rather keep it as one. i also made a playlist for sugawara and the reader a good bit ago, so here’s the link here (i am very much open to song suggestions)! i’m so excited to get closer to my favorite episode ever, and i hope you guys enjoy!

tags: @toorubobatea @cowgirlikets @dragon-slayer5 (ily ty for hyping me up) @femme-lune @kazuchaos @bakagun1312 @beingbrokenfitsus @mumblepingu @daedaep69 @darthferbert @intheewrld @msbyomimi @sukxma @akari-fujikawa

taglist form here

christmas was always the best time of year for the office. the holiday spirit was at its peak, everyone loved being a part of it, especially your boss, ukai. he took christmas more seriously than everyone else, even kiyoko who primarily handled planning the annual office christmas party each year. ukai took it so seriously that he chopped his own tree and brought it to the office building, dragging tanaka along in his shenanigans towards festive greatness.

tanaka huffed and puffed as he let go of the bottom half of the tree, ukai holding the top half. “ukai, i don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

“that’s what she said.” ukai joked, resisting the urge to snicker. it was like he was a child in a grown man’s body. plus, that joke aged like milk. only he found it funny.

“no, like, it’s really not gonna fit.” tanaka said.

“again, that’s what she—”

“WE CAN’T FIT THE GODDAMN TREE THROUGH THE DOOR, UKAI!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, completely frustrated with his boss. you could hear tanaka from your desk inside the office, but it came out muffled, so you couldn’t quite make out what was being said. you assumed it was idiotic activities as always.

“i’ll make it fit.” ukai insisted, the spirit of christmas granting him all the determination he needed.

“lemme guess, you’re gonna say that’s what she said, right?” tanaka let out a sigh.

“don’t make me fire you, tanaka.” ukai threatened.

“should’ve just got a fake tree.” tanaka rolled his eyes. yeah, that definitely would’ve worked just fine, but this was ukai here. the man was crazy. he would never do anything the normal way.

“i guess that would’ve worked…” ukai said as he pondered over how he would get this tree through the door, quickly thinking of his idea of the best way to do it. “alright, on three, we’re gonna shove this through and hope for the best. got it?”

“i guess?” no. tanaka didn’t get it, but he had no choice.

“too bad. one… two… THREE!”

with one big push, ukai and tanaka burst through the doors of the office. the tree toppled to the floor, bringing them along with it. the sound startled just about everyone, having been doing their typical duties. to you, it just felt like any other day, and you didn’t bother to help the two men.

tanaka fell face first into the pile of pine, aggressively coughing as he wiped any pine needles off his face. “i think i swallowed a pine needle.”

“well, merry fucking christmas.” ukai said enthusiastically. he seriously needed to be scolded over his cursing.

“ukai!”

•••

in the first time in, well, ever, suga was actually excited to be doing an interview for the documentary crew. why? because of this year’s secret santa.

“so this year, for the first time ever, i got finally y/n for secret santa. i’m pretty excited about it, and i really wanted to do something special for her, so i got her this teapot. as much coffee as she drinks here, y/n is way more of a tea person—i would know—so with this she can make tea at her desk.” suga said excitedly, showing off your gift for the camera.

“but i also stuffed it with some inside jokes, that’s what makes it so special, you know.” he continued, carefully digging through the teapot to show off said inside jokes. “like, this is my high school volleyball photo. she saw it fall out of my wallet on my first day here, and it really made her laugh. not sure why, but i’m letting her have it now.”

with the biggest grin on his face, suga dug through the teapot for more, pulling out a wasabi packet, but it wasn’t just any ordinary packet of wasabi. this had a story behind it, one that had meaning for suga.

“ooh. this is a wasabi packet. she put this on a hot dog a couple years ago because she thought it was relish.” he explained. “i thought it was really funny, so i kept the other two.”

after telling the wasabi story, suga held up a mini toy of a chili pepper with a kawaii face, but made a squeaking noise when someone squished it. poor sound guy jumped when it almost blasted his eardrums.

“this is actually a toy for dogs or babies or something, i don’t know.” suga shrugged. “but i saw it, it was cute, and it reminded me of awards night, so i thought; why not?”

but the most important gift of all—one that outsold everything in that teapot—was a card suga wrote just for you, detailing his feelings towards you all on paper. “and then, uh, this is a special card i wrote for y/n… because christmas is the time to tell people how you feel.”

oh, the documentary crew was going to eat this up.

•••

kiyoko and yachi were put up with the task of decorating for the party, forcing many of their coworkers to partake. they also had to deal with ukai’s hack job of a christmas tree. the two girls tried their best to salvage it, throwing as many ornaments and tinsel on it as possible, but it was a losing battle. it was just going to be an ugly tree, so they put the rest of their effort into decorating the conference room.

when it seemed like they were done with everything, kiyoko made her rounds, examining each decoration, but by the end, she wasn’t a fan. “i don’t like it.”

“you… don’t?” yachi questioned.

honestly, it was the perfect scene; red and green decorations perfectly put together, all strategically placed, but if kiyoko didn’t like it, then it simply meant that more work needed to be done.

“we need more lights.” kiyoko said. “i need someone tall.”

“count me out.” tsukishima, who sat down while drinking a soda, spoke up. he had been put through enough, he was tired of decorating.

“i wasn’t asking you, tsukki.” kiyoko rolled her eyes.

“only yamaguchi is allowed to call me that.” tsukishima said.

“whatever.” she scoffed. “uh, who’s super tall and buff…?”

kiyoko and yachi share a look. they instantly knew exactly who to find.

“asahi.” they say in unison.

not only were the two girls on the same page, they knew exactly how to rope asahi into this mess, and it was all up to yachi to get the job done. “asahi, help! i’m dying!”

“dying?! who’s dying?!” asahi bolted into the conference room, only to find no one was actually in trouble.

“i’m dying… for you to hang up these lights for us.” yachi said with a grin as she held up a roll of christmas lights.

he didn’t have much choice, so asahi let out a sigh before ultimately giving in. “okay…”

•••

“i found that asahi will do pretty much anything for me because he’s afraid i’ll be a scaredy cat around him again.” yachi spoke confidently to the camera while the party preparations were happening behind her. “he’d probably commit murder for me, who knows?”

asahi, who overheard her, yelled out in defense for himself. “that is NOT true!”

“keep hanging up those lights!” she yelled at asahi, who immediately went back to work, further solidifying her point. “see? he totally would. he’s the best.”

•••

right before the party was about to start, ukai exited his office dressed like santa. you immediately laugh and try to mask it with a cough, but ukai caught you anyways. “something funny, y/n?”

“yeah, you look ridiculous.” you snort, covering your mouth to muffle out your laughter.

“that’s the point. this party is supposed to be fun.” ukai said sassily. “i want everyone to let loose. i want this party to be reminiscent of my frat boy days.”

“you were in a frat? what was it called?” you ask him, intrigued to hear his answer.

“beta schmeta—” yeah, he wasn’t actually in a frat. “whatever. all i’m trying to say is i want everyone to get lit!”

you cringe at ukai’s use of outdated slang. “that is so seven years ago…”

“yeah, and i want it to happen anyway.” he said.

“your way of getting lit is drinking, and we’re not allowed to have liquor in the office, so...” you reply. you were always one to follow rules. well, for the most part, at least. it was hard to have any sort of structure at an office ran by someone like ukai.

“don’t… don’t remind me, dammit.” ukai cursed. “stupid corporate losers. like booze ever killed anybody.”

you always found your boss was painfully stupid at times, and this was definitely one of those times. but even so, you tried to combat it every time, always failing no matter what.

“but booze has killed—” you began to say.

“anyway!” he cut you off, tired of this conversation and ready to party. ukai then waved tanaka over to him so they could get the party started. “tanaka, let’s get this show on the road! announcement, everybody! listen to tanaka because he’s a better at yelling than me, as shown earlier when he yelled in my face!”

“yes, everybody listen up!” tanaka yelled out. “you better have your presents wrapped up and ready to go under the tree because we will not wait for you and you will be disqualified from secret santa! don’t be that guy! nobody likes to be that guy, so don’t be him!”

you let out a groan as you grab your present for secret santa from under your desk, eyeing the camera on your way to put it under the tree.

“please, don’t let this party suck ass.” you whisper to yourself. you hear tsukishima snicker behind you, an “ow!” soon following, assuming it was yamaguchi smacking him on the back of his head.

•••

“i love christmas. christmas is fun. it’s the best time of the year besides my birthday.” ukai said, still dressed like santa, knowing this would be seen on television one day. “why do i love christmas, you may ask? because i get free stuff, and who doesn’t love free stuff?”

•••

everyone gathered around the tree, placing their presents underneath. one could compare it to christmas morning with your family. some may argue that this office is like a family, while some may think otherwise, but regardless, it was nice for everyone to be together in harmony.

after daichi and tanaka argued over who would light up the tree—mainly because daichi didn’t trust him with outlets—tanaka was finally given the rein, or, well, extension cord.

“everybody ready?” he asked, a mix of nods and “uh-huh” in response.

“okay, and…” the tree is lit up, but it’s quite dim. “yikes.”

silence plagued the room. no one expected the lighting of the tree to be so anti-climatic, especially since the office makes such a big deal out of christmas every year. kiyoko practically wanted to die of embarrassment given she was responsible for the decorations, even if yachi was the one who brought in the lights from her apartment.

while no one said a word, you were the one to speak up, praising the tree for kiyoko and yachi’s sake. “well, i think the tree looks quite nice.”

“thanks, y/n, but you don’t have to lie.” yachi frowned.

“no, it’s a lovely tree.” ukai insisted. “let’s do secret santa now, okay? tanaka, pick who gets the first present.”

tanaka walked over to the tree and picked up a random present, reading who its intended for. “and it’s… tsukishima.”

“oh?” once handed the gift, tsukishima ripped away the wrapping paper to unveil a dinosaur plushie. much to everyone’s surprise, he was delighted by the gift. “aw, this is actually really nice.”

“oh, thank god.” nishinoya let out the biggest sigh of relief one could take. “that was from me.”

“wow, thanks, nishinoya.” tsukishima said with a smile. someone may as well pass out from shock now. christmas truly brought all types of miracles.

•••

“that is literally the nicest thing tsukishima will ever say to me!” nishinoya exclaimed. “i’m serious! i’ve officially peaked at life!”

•••

secret santa rolled along smoothly so far. suga ended up getting a card, which contained a twenty dollar bill inside, the limit for this year’s secret santa. kageyama claimed he didn’t know what to get, but suga wasn’t all too phased by it. who doesn’t like free money? besides, he was too eager for it to be your turn. luckily for him, it was happening right now.

“y/n, you’re next.” suga perked up once he heard your name, knowing your present would be from him.

you take the box from tanaka with a grin before opening up your gift. inside was the teapot suga spoke of to the documentary crew earlier, although you weren’t aware of its secret contents inside just yet, especially the card. you show off the teapot to your coworkers, and suga was notably the only one excited to see it in your hands. it made you wonder who your secret santa happened to be…

“wow, thank you very much, santa.” you say slyly. “whoever you are, you did good.”

“there’s a little more to it.” suga leaned over and said to you quietly.

oh. so your inkling of a suspicion was right, after all. now you were itching to see what was inside, but the office had to keep the show rolling, which completely distracted you from the anticipation.

“alright, next. asahi.” tanaka threw the present to asahi, which made ukai freak out.

“jesus, tanaka!” he yelled out. such a reaction instantly gave away that ukai was the one to get a gift for asahi. “easy, easy!”

moving on from ukai’s sudden outburst, asahi unwrapped his gift, shocked to see what was inside. “an ipad?”

yeah, ukai got asahi an ipad. asahi was just as shocked as everyone else, and he was the one to receive such a gift. clearly ukai felt he could bend the rules, but no one was happy about it, and it would surely be known soon enough.

“woah. wow. jeez. somebody really got carried away with the spirit of christmas...” ukai said, acting all nonchalant before he revealed himself as asahi’s secret santa, but everyone figures it out anyway. “that was me, i got a little carried away.”

“i don’t even know what to do with this…” asahi said to himself.

“ukai, you got way more than carried away.” you scolded your boss. “you spent god knows what on that thing! we had a limit!”

“okay, well, who cares?” ukai shrugged. “it doesn't matter what i spent. what matters is that christmas is fun, right?”

“it’s kind of unfair.” you cross your arms, but ukai could care less about your irritation, although everyone else was in agreement with you.

“whatever.” he rolled his eyes. “who’s next?”

“you are, ukai.” tanaka said.

“i am? great.” ukai was handed a small bag, opening it up and finding mittens inside, which he wasn’t happy about whatsoever. “really?”

“i knitted them myself…” yachi said shyly. she knew she should’ve knitted a scarf instead.

“mittens? pft, okay.” ukai then proceeded to walk out, confusing everyone.

“uh… did he just leave?”

•••

“these mittens? pathetic. i gave asahi an ipad for christ’s sake. i spent my hard earned money while yachi just did some fucking knitting.” ukai complained, unbothered by his cursing for the umpteenth time. “censor me, i don’t care!”

•••

left to their own devices, the employees of japan pulp and paper weren’t sure if they should continue secret santa without their boss. thankfully, ukai returned with a solution, although not a great one.

“i got it!” he burst through the office doors as if nothing happened. “we are going to turn secret santa into yankee swap.”

“what’s yankee swap?” suga questioned.

“one person chooses a gift, then the next person can either choose a gift or steal that person's gift. if your gift gets stolen, then you can steal somebody else's gift or choose a new gift.” ukai explained. it was confusing coming out of his mouth, but you were just going to roll with it anyway.

“yuck, why are we doing this?” tsukishima questioned, wanting absolutely no parts of ukai’s typical nonsense.

“because it's better, more special.” ukai replied. “duh.”

tsukishima wasn’t the only one who didn’t like this idea. kiyoko was practically fuming about it, especially since it spawned from ukai’s strong dislike towards yachi’s gift. “it’s mean, ukai. that’s what it is.”

“it’s not mean.” he said. kiyoko couldn’t believe how much of an ass he was being right now.

“yes, it is.” she argued. “you’re only doing this because you hate your present and you’re bitter yachi didn’t ball out for you like you did for asahi, which no one asked you to do, by the way.”

“no, it’s not.” ukai argued back. “just give it a shot.”

“i’d rather not, actually. i’ll be taking my present, which is…” kiyoko picked up a card with her name on it and opened it up. “a gift card for coffee. thanks, takeda. and whoever doesn’t want any part of this nonsense can take their gifts and hang with me in the conference room. yachi and i made sugar cookies and they’re very delicious.”

as kiyoko and yachi went to the conference for some real fun, suga followed, much to ukai’s surprise, including yours, although your boss was more vocal about it. “really, suga?”

“yeah, you guys have fun.” suga said before disappearing into the conference room.

“i’m coming too.” tsukishima stood up, clutching onto his new plushie. he couldn’t believe he and suga were on the same page for once. “for the sugar cookies, obviously.”

“yeah, okay.” suga snickered. well, not totally on the same page.

“shut up, sugawara.” tsukishima scoffed before dragging yamaguchi with him to the conference room.

as you watched suga leave with the others, part of you felt guilty. you wanted to follow him, but at the same time, you didn’t want to seem like a little puppy dog following its owner. besides, you were itching to get that ipad too. the teapot is just a teapot, right? you didn’t think there could be anything that special about it, but you couldn’t be more wrong right now.

•••

“why didn’t you opt out of yankee swap?” one of the crew members asked you, stirring the pot—or teapot—for the sake of the drama with suga.

“i don’t know. i thought it’d be fun.” you lie with a little shrug before revealing the whole truth. “plus, i kind of want to get the ipad. i can binge watch my shows with it while ryo hogs up the tv.”

this was totally ruining the crew’s spicy plans right now.

•••

while ukai’s yankee swap commenced, suga obsessively watched the events unravel from the conference room. he didn’t even try one of kiyoko and yachi’s sugar cookies yet. the man was a mess, hoping and praying that teapot wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands. it was meant for you and only you, why would you chance giving it up? suga knew it had to be the ipad. he never hated ukai more than he did right now for buying that stupid thing.

the others sat around quietly playing christmas music, snacking on cookies and chatting in the midst of suga’s lovelorn crisis. kiyoko decided to go talk to him and figure out what was up with him, but she had to do a bit of warming up first.

“hey, suga.” she said, forcing him out of his trance. “who did you get for secret santa?”

“oh, um, i got y/n.” suga replied.

to be honest, kiyoko was shocked that suga was capable was picking out something so sweet, but then again, this was suga. of course he would do that. “aw, cute. i really like that teapot.”

“i put little inside jokes inside the teapot.” he added. “plus, um, a really personal card.”

“saying…?” she raised an eyebrow.

“nothing. it’s not important.” suga shook his head. such a terrible lie.

“i think it is, sugawara.” kiyoko said.

suga hated how kiyoko was catching up to him. why did he have to mention that the card was really personal? it was more than just personal, the poor sap poured his feelings out to you in that card. he read it over a dozen times, making sure there were no spelling or grammar mistakes whatsoever. his brain felt like mush by the time he felt the card had reached its best version. this gift had to be perfect, but it never stood a chance at being that way, it seemed.

he had to get the attention off his back before kiyoko fully got the picture of the gift’s important, and thankfully, he knew exactly where to push her buttons. as suga once said, manipulation at its finest.

“shouldn’t you be worried about tanaka giving up the gift you got him?” he questioned. yeah, he heard a little bit from the grapevine about that.

“how did you know?” kiyoko gasped. she knew someone had to snitch. “yachi, was it you?!”

“no, never!” yachi exclaimed.

“actually, daichi told me.” suga smirked.

“that bitch.” kiyoko cursed. it was one more reason to want to slap the shit out of daichi. “whatever. i don’t care what he does with my gift anyway…”

suga let out a chuckle knowing kiyoko was playing off her crush on tanaka—one that was much more innocent than how he felt about you, an engaged woman—but his laughter quickly faded when he looked back at what was going on outside. “oh no.”

“oh no, what?” kiyoko questioned.

“hinata has the teapot.” suga replied. he then let out a loud groan, one that caught the attention of tsukishima who was trying to figure out why suga was acting more of a weirdo than usual.

“oh god, he’ll break it.” yachi said with a quiet gasp.

“i can’t watch.” suga turned away, covering his face with his hands. this was too painful for him to bear.

“y/n took the ipad.” kiyoko spoke up. as if hearing that made this any better.

“please don’t commentate like it’s a football game, kiyoko.” suga whined.

“sorry…”

tsukishima furrowed his eyebrows as he watched suga wail in agony, then gave a look to the camera. he had a weird feeling about this.

•••

“i’m just going to throw a theory out there.” tsukishima said plainly. “you don’t have to say anything, but i can read your faces. sugawara has feelings for y/n, doesn’t he?”

the documentary crew was unsure how to respond, but tsukishima guessed it right instantly. they knew, one by one, slowly but surely, the whole office would figure it out.

“that’s what i thought.”

•••

yankee swap continued, and it only got worse from there. your teapot was passed around like a hot potato, and it was torturous for suga to watch it all unfold. the sparkling cider kiyoko brought just wasn’t sparkling enough for him to dull this soul-sucking ache in his heart.

“i have to get that teapot back.” suga said. “if y/n doesn’t want it, then no one else should have it…”

it’s true. not even because of the card, but because it was specifically catered for you. outside it was just a teapot, but inside was a plethora of memories from your years of friendship. suga may be hopelessly in love with you, but your friendship meant the world to him at the end of the day.

“that’s…” yamaguchi paused. there was only one way to describe this. “really depressing.”

“it’s cause he has feelings for her.” tsukishima blurted out. everyone turned and looked at him in shock. did he really just say that right now?

“do not!” suga protested.

this was suga’s worst nightmare. was it always obvious? did anyone else know? did you know already? the questions swirled in his head a mile a minute. he was absolutely freaking out. from you giving up the teapot to this fiasco, the holidays simply couldn’t get any worse for suga. he just couldn’t catch a break, it seemed.

“ha, you so do! i figured you out, sugawara. you’re in love with y/n.” tsukishima smirked, almost finding joy in his suffering. actually, he found joy in everyone’s suffering, so this wasn’t much different, but since it was suga, he found it much more thrilling.

“what do you want? money?” suga asked desperately. it was the only solution he could think of so this secret wouldn’t spill anywhere else.

and since he mentioned it, tsukishima wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. “yeah, gimme that twenty kageyama gave you.”

“suga, wait.” kiyoko stopped him. “do you really have feelings for y/n?”

ignoring her question, suga quickly handed the money to tsukishima. kiyoko couldn’t believe it. he really did have feelings for you, and now everyone in the room knew it. “oh my god…”

“this secret doesn’t leave this room.” suga demanded. he bought tsukishima’s silence, but luckily for him, everyone else didn’t need to be convinced with money. at least he hoped so...

now that he got that out of the way, suga checked in to see what was going on at the party, and it seemed like yankee swap had ended. worst of all, your teapot was nowhere in his sight. “wait, they’re dispersing. why are they dispersing?”

“ukai probably did something stupid and ruined the party even more.” tsukishima scoffed.

“who has the teapot? who has it?!” suga asked frantically like a madman.

“i think i see tanaka with it.” yachi said, pointing to him with what seemed like the teapot in his possession. it was worse than hinata having it, honestly, and suga needed it back now.

“NO!”

suga bolted out of the conference room, scanning the office floor to find tanaka. however, you walk up to him, holding the ipad in your hands. “hey! ukai left to get booze. he said screw the rules, i guess.”

“oh, really?” he asked. “great. i’ll need it.”

“yankee swap was kinda chaotic, but look who came out on top?” you say excitedly, showing him your new gift.

“that’s nice.” suga said quickly so he could get back to his mission. “uh, where’s tanaka?”

“break room.” you reply.

“great, thanks.” suga swiftly walked past you, abruptly ending your conversation. you found it a little odd, but ended up shrugging it off and heading back to your desk.

in a flash, suga walked into the break room, finding tanaka right where he needed him. “hey, tanaka. i need to talk to you. it’s about the teapot.”

“nuh-uh.” tanaka shook his head. he knew exactly what suga was up to, but he didn’t quite know the reason why, he just knew suga wanted that teapot. “don’t even, suga. this is mine.”

“really?” suga sighed. he had to get it back, someway, somehow. “look, it has sentimental value, tanaka. can i buy it from you? i’m willing to pay a lot.”

“no. i want it. i'm going to use it.” tanaka held it close to his chest like it was a baby.

“you don't even drink tea.” suga said.

“true.” tanaka shrugged. “but it lowkey looks like i could make a bong out of it.”

oh god. this was definitely way worse than hinata having the teapot.

•••

“to think that my gift for y/n will be used for that…” suga began to say, taking a deep breath, almost overcome with emotion. “it’s just too much for me.”

•••

suga walked out of the break room, absolutely defeated he couldn’t get the teapot back. even worse, he found you showing off your new gift to ryo, crushing him even more. despite the pang in his heart, suga couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.

“this is awesome.” he heard ryo say.

“i know.” you reply. “look at the quality on this thing. i can watch stuff in 4k on this.”

“yeah, i was gonna get you one of these for christmas, but now i don't have to since you got one for free.” he said happily, thrilled at the thought of not having to spend that much money on you. it made suga want to barf. “i'm gonna save a ton of money.”

“so what are you going to get me instead?” you ask him.

“i don't know. probably like, an ugly sweater or something.” ryo shrugged.

you look to the camera in disgust before their attention turned to ukai coming back to the office with bottles of alcohol. as if you needed more of that in your life after what happened last time you drank.

“ho, ho, ho!” ukai greeted everyone, on theme with his silly outfit. “santa has come with spirits, as in booze.”

“we’re really not supposed to serve alcohol, ukai…” takeda said, trying to keep his job by the end of the day.

“no one cares, specs.” ukai scoffed, typical when it came to talking to takeda. “it’s a party and it’s christmas! if i can't throw a good party for my employees, then i’m the worst boss ever, and that contradicts with my world’s best boss awards! so, who wants a drink?”

practically everyone raised their hands instantly.

•••

“if i’ve learned anything from my time at japan pulp and paper, it’s that alcohol solves all your problems.” ukai grinned. what terrible advice, the crew thought. “everyone’s having a good time, and why is that? alcohol. i’m such a good influence!”

•••

despite the whole secret santa fiasco, everyone seemed to be having a good time. at least now you could all have fun, even if it was with the help of alcohol. well, plus the food too. that too always helped.

while christmas music blared and many of your coworkers danced on the office floor, suga found you sitting behind your desk, wondering why you weren’t partaking in the festive shenanigans.

“you know, you don't have to answer calls during a party.” he said cheekily. “just thought you should know.”

“oh, i know.” you say, revealing the teapot to suga, showing that it was now yours once again. “i was just checking out my new teapot here.”

“what?” suga gasped. “but how?”

“well, it ended up with nishinoya after tanaka traded it for kiyoko’s gift, so i didn’t have to do much convincing to get it back.” you explained to him. “i figured, you know, letting it go was really stupid of me because what should matter most is that the gift is from you, so i went to get it back. i hope you’re not mad at me...”

it was a christmas miracle for suga, even if you simply just made a trade with nishinoya. of course he would give it up for the ipad. thank god he did, and thank god you were willing to let go of such a lucrative gift for one made with love instead. words couldn’t describe the relief suga felt right now.

“i’m glad, actually. and not to be totally biased right now, but this is an amazing gift because it comes with bonus gifts.” suga said. “look inside.”

suga’s reassurance put you at ease, and as directed, you look inside the teapot, pulling out his infamous volleyball photo. you had never been so happy to have that teapot. if only you knew before. “oh my god. no way.”

•••

you proudly hold up your teapot for the documentary crew, a huge grin on your face, one that only suga could bring out of you. “yeah, i think i made the right choice.”

•••

you looked through the rest of the contents in the teapot, and while you weren’t looking, suga stole the card he wrote back and shoved it in his pocket. he just couldn’t bring himself to let you read it. maybe someday, but not today. the timing is just wrong.

“is this a chili pepper?” you ask as you hold up the toy.

“yeah, cause you’re banned from chili’s. look, it makes noises.” suga squeezed the chili pepper, accidentally ghosting his fingers over yours, and you jump from the squeaking sound coming out of the chili pepper toy. totally not from his soft touch either.

you felt like an idiot for giving this up before. it helped you learn to not judge a book by its cover. you knew that’s something you learn as a kid, but sometimes you have to learn something all over again as an adult. at least you came to your senses. there was still so much for you to figure out.

“you’ve outdone yourself, suga.” you smile and look into suga’s eyes.

“it’s about time i got you for secret santa.” suga replied. god, why did you have to be so beautiful?

“yeah, it really has.“ you say, holding your gaze before gulping when you think you’ve been staring at him for too long. little did you know, he wouldn’t have minded looking into your eyes a little longer. “merry christmas, suga.”

if suga has learned anything about christmas, it’s that it’s definitely not the time to tell people how you feel. he knew that now, no matter how much it hurt. in his eyes, if you had to take some time to come around to fully accepting the teapot, then you had to take your time accepting a life without ryo, potentially in favor for a life with him instead. the only question now was when? it was only a matter of time before suga will grow impatient.

sometimes suga felt like he was better off shoving his feelings down his throat, and you felt the same way. what you have is beautifully complicated, but suga swore that one day he’d tell you how he felt. it just had to be the perfect time.

“merry christmas, y/n.”

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Blessed are the Merciful...

Part one of "Blessed are the Merciful, for They Shall Obtain Mercy" a collab with @margowritesthings; read part two here

reupload, originally posted on 12 december, 2022

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: Arthur loses his hope, his love and his purpose; Arthur loses you

a/n: Ily Margo, so lucky to be able to collab with you. Writing this broke my heart, but I love it so much.

warnings: death, blood, gore, reader death, loss, grief

mood board by @margowritesthings

You pop out from your cover, an old bunch of wooden boxes that had been stacked outside of Shady Belle, and put two bullets into the last damn O'driscoll. Your dirty cattleman is holstered at your side then as you scan the treeline searching for any more of Colm's men in the forest. You can feel as the adrenaline slowly leaves your body.

The O'driscolls had caught you all completely off guard. Your body shakes slightly as the fear and adrenaline ebb away- then your mind returns to the present. Is everyone okay? Was anyone hurt? You're not sure where Arthur has ended up, he ran out of the manor with you, but parted ways once you made it outside. Quickly, you whip around and search for Arthur, trying not to look at the dead bodies that litter the yard.

Your eyes scan the house and the camp set up outside until you see him running out of the pavilion towards you.

"Arthur!" You call out, choking back tears now that you see he is alright.

Just twenty minutes ago, you and Arthur were in his bed enjoying the quiet morning. Your bodies were snuggled tightly together as you happily admired the ring Arthur had given you a few weeks prior. The sweet smell of violets hung in the air from the fresh bouquet Arthur had picked for you. It seemed like a perfect morning. The two of you were chatting about the future when Mary Beth's blood curdling scream caused you to jolt out of bed and rush outside.

But now that it's over, Arthur envelops you in a tight hug, curling one hand around your waist as the other holds the back of your head. You cling to him, hands wrapped in his shirt as you reel over the past half hour. Your face is tucked into his chest as you hold back sobs. Kieran was gone, you had not made it back into the house when Dutch called for everyone. You thought you were going to die. You inhale shakily, enveloping yourself in the scent of tobacco and mint that followed Arthur.

"Sweetheart when you didn't make it back inside the house, I thought-"

When you hear the pain in his voice, you're quick to reassure him.

"I'm okay, Arthur, I'm alright."

He presses a kiss to your head as you peek over. A sickening feeling sets in your stomach at the sight of Kierans decapitated head lying in the grass. As your eyes make their way back to Arthur, you notice that he is bleeding. It's not bad, but it could have been. If the bullet was off by 10 inches or so Arthur would be dead.

Your left hand that adorns your new engagement ring pulls the fabric back to check the wound. It's a graze, situated about 6 inches down from his shoulder blade. His shirt is ripped up around the bullet path that is slowly leaking red down his shirt. Arthur pulls his arm back a little in an attempt to brush off the wound.

"You're hurt." You frown and look up to his green eyes.

He goes to speak, but he is cut off when a yell erupts from the woods at your back.

"You shot my brother, you bastards!"

When you hear the yell, everything slows down. Arthur is still holding you against his chest as he reaches and unholsters his cattleman to shoot the remaining O'driscoll. At first he can't see where the man is. Arthur searches the forest through the sight of his revolver, and once he sees movement he pulls the trigger.

Though, unfortunately the O'driscoll also fires his weapon, and both bullets hit their targets with accuracy. Arthur's bullet lodges directly into the O'driscolls chest, causing him to hit the ground. The O'driscoll's bullet lands directly into your mid back, ripping through your spine and not stopping until it hits the titanium of your belt buckle.

The force of the bullet causes you to jump against Arthur. A shooting pain explodes in your middle. It is a burning, searing pain unlike you've felt before. Your vision immediately blurs and your ears. Your feet drag in the dirt as you stumble backwards, away from Arthur and look down to the mangled wound in your back and gut. Instinctually you gasp when your hands come up from your middle. They are soaked red.

Arthur had assumed that you were jolted by the recoil from his own gun, and it isn't until you back away that his world stops. Blood soaks the front of your shirt, your belt buckle is slightly mangled from the bullet that is lodged into it. Your hands pull away from the material of your shirt, covered in scarlett liquid. It feels so slow, though it is only a millisecond as your knees crumple and you fall to the ground.

You watch in horror as Arthur runs and slides down beside you, his hands frantically trying to stop the blood that gushes from the bullet hole in your gut.

"No no no, you're gonna be okay. It's gonna be alright."

Arthur's voice is hushed and fast, you've never seen him look so afraid. At his words your face crumples and you cry out. Both fear and pain are surging through you as he screams towards the house.

"JOHN!" you flinch as Arthur yells, it's so loud over the ringing in your head.

"CHARLES! JOHN! Dammit, someone go get Grimshaw and hurry!" Arthur screams once again.

You hear John yell something to Arthur, his distinct, raspy voice is getting foggier as the ringing in your ears grows louder.

You yell out in pain as Arthur scoops you up and runs toward Shady Belle. His running causes jolts of pain to shoot through your core, and you groan and cry at the pulling.

"I know, I know it hurts, I'm sorry." Arthur tells you as he makes it through the doors of Shady Belle.

Suddenly a few people are rushing around Arthur, asking him questions and gasping at the sight of you. Someone beside you begins to cry. Karen? You want to comfort her but you can't find your voice and your eyes are locked onto the ceiling above you.

"Mr. Morgan get her upstairs, on the bed now! Tilly get towels. Karen, bring everything you can carry from Strauss' wagon!" It's Ms. Grimshaw, and your hand reaches out, searching for her. You know she will help, she has to.

"Arthur?" You're scared, moving your hand to Arthur's cheek and frowning at the blood stained ring on your finger.

He jogs up the stairs, turning once he reaches the top to take you to his room.

"I'm here sweetheart, I'm here. You're gonna be okay. Gonna be just fine."

The fire in your abdomen radiates throughout your entire body as you gasp, looking up to your future husband. He can't bear to look at you, instead he focuses on getting you to the bed.

"Arthur- it hurts." your voice sounds foreign to you as you cry, tightly gripping the arm that is wrapped around you.

"I know baby, I-" Arthur wants to say he will make it go away, but as he places you on the bed, the sheets turn dark crimson and he's not sure of how to respond.

Ms. Grimshaw comes into your view, grabbing towels from the girls behind her and pushing them onto your abdomen. Fire surges through you, and you grip onto Arthur's hand as Susan unbuttons your shirt a few clasps to see the wound.

You know as soon as you see her face that nothing can be done. Tears stream down your stained red cheeks. Her mouth is slightly agape as her hands hover over you.

"I'm sorry Mr. Morgan… there's too much blood, I’ll never be able to stitch this up, there's too much damage." She talks quietly, like she doesn't want you to hear. For the first time, you actually see Susan shed tears. Over you? How funny that seems now. Arthur’s world stops spinning. A fear grasps his heart, quickly replaced by a rage because you’re dying and he can’t stop it. God is a cruel bastard, he’s sure. Everything that Arthur’s done, he wishes it were him on the bed and not you.

"No-!" Arthur yells, slamming his fist into the plush bed. He turns to Grimshaw and looks at her with rage, but underneath the anger there is hurt, fear, pain.

Arthur moves in front of Grimshaw, pushing her out of the way as he pulls the towels over your wound, soaking up the blood. You realize that the pain is being replaced by numbness. It doesn't burn anymore, the pain and the fire dissipate to nothing as you look at Arthur's teary eyes.

"Arthur?" you ask, feeling a coldness creep up your spine.

He looks to you, stopping his hands for a moment. You look so weak, so fragile. The life is draining from your eyes by the second and Arthur doesn't know how to stop it.

"I'm not gonna make it out of this one, am I?"

Arthur looks at your face for a few moments, he sees the fear in your eyes and his jaw sets.

"No, no– you’re gonna be just fine. Hang on darlin'. Just hang on." Arthur's eyes are filled with tears that he doesn't allow to fall. Your heart breaks, seeing him like this. He is so open, so raw before you.

You take a deep breath, wincing at how it pulls at your stomach. Shakily, you reach down and slip your engagement ring off of your finger. It's bloody as you move it towards Arthur, waiting for him to take it.

When Arthur notices what you are holding out to him he shakes his head profusely.

"No-" He starts but you cut him off, you hold the ring out, against his chest.

"Arthur, please take it. I can't use it where I'm goin' and I want you to keep it. It's so special to me please- I don't want it going in the ground with me." You whisper, eyes watching as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Very shakily, Arthur takes the ring from your hand and he places it into his pocket.

Arthur takes your hand and squeezes it tightly. He holds your intertwined hands against his forehead. Your attention moves to the door where you see other gang members standing in the doorway. Everyone looks shocked, some are crying. When you see John you call out to him.

"John?" You ask, your voice growing weaker by the second.

The cowboy steps forward, unsure, but prepared to do whatever he can to help you.

"Please, take care of him for me. I'm begging you, John. You know he won't take care of himself." You choke back your tears as John offers you a deep nod. He steps backwards then returns to the others with an indescribable pain on his face. He's had to comfort Arthur in this way too many times. Arthur has lost everything- and now he's losing you.

You return your attention to Arthur, who is still frantically attempting to stop the blood. It has slowed, but too much has been lost. You know what is to happen, you've made peace.

"I love you Arthur, y'know that?" One of your hands comes up and you brush that one strand of hair behind his ear.

He moves closer to your face, holding your arms, trying to get you to stay with him.

"No, no God dammit-" Arthur says. There is an immeasurable amount of pain in his voice.

"It'll be okay. I'll be okay." You whisper to your lover.

He doesn't attempt to hold back his tears anymore, they fall freely as he sobs. The gang members stand in shock at the door, never having seen Arthur in so much pain. John forces everyone to leave, allowing Arthur the time he needs.

"Sweetheart, please. I can't do this without you." Arthur begs. His warm tears are landing on your chest.

You struggle to keep your eyes open. You want to stay watching Arthur, you want to comfort him but you're so tired. Your eyes eventually slip closed as you whisper one last line to Arthur.

"I love you, more than anythin'. Thank you Arthur." Your voice is so quiet and meek that you can barely hear it.

Your hand is still gripping his as you exhale deeply. When the breath leaves your lungs, you do not inhale again. You simply drift off, like sleep.

Arthur yells out, cries, screams. But it is so distant. He is getting farther away. You can't feel his hand on yours anymore- you can't feel anything.

The blackness that you see morphs. At first you see a cloudy light, like fog. In the fog you start to see memories. Your childhood flashes before you then. In the bright lights you see your parents laughing and smiling, the creek by your house that you played in, your first horse.

The memories shift to adulthood then, when the gang picked you up at the lowest point in your life, how the women took you in and accepted you. You see Jack, Abigail, John, Sadie, Charles…

Arthur.

When he admitted his love to you by the lake, his lips against yours, his body rocking against you in the middle of the night. You see him smiling up at you on one knee, holding a beautiful ring to you. You see him holding you when you cry. You remember his face when you found him at Lone Mule Stead, battered and beaten and how your face crumpled. How he held you against him and promised you a home, a marriage and a future, one that now would never be. The last image you see is a memory, one of you and Arthur together at a field in Big Valley lying in the grass. Flowers sway around you both as you lie entangled in the grass, smiling and laughing.

The images fade to black as your pain fades to numbness. Everything is cold and you can no longer feel Arthur's hands on your body. You can't hear as he screams, crying out and begging for you to return to him. Because you are already gone. You're already gone as Arthur slides down against the wall, bloodied hands clinging to your red stained ring. You're already gone, when for the first time in many years, Arthur sobs. The violets remain in the vase by your bed, corpses litter the yard of Shady Belle. The shower of bullets has stopped, and now the only sound that can be heard is the low, heart shattering cries of a broken, gutted man.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x y/n #arthur morgan x you #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 arthur

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i was wondering if you could do a gustav fic where he and reader are at a party and they play 7 minutes in heaven and the bottle lands on her. it can be smut or fluff you can pick. if not that’s fine! i hope you have a good day/night!

yes ofc!

Party girl

PAIRINGS: Gustav 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N goes to a party with the rest of the band, she gets super drunk and decides to play spin the bottle with gustav and multiple other people, when it's gustavs turn he spinned on you, leaving you in shock.. A/N: HI ILY WARNINGS: dom!gustav, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), boobie playing, teasing, fingering

Me and my 4 friends were invited to a party, it was hosted by one of the most popular guys in our grade. He had yearly parties, throwing absolute ragers. People passing out, getting hurt, backflips off the roof into the pool, all crazy shit you imagine, is what happens at those parties.

His parents are not strict at all, always on business trips, he is filthy rich and always provides alcohol. I'm pretty chill with him, we talk about our issues in private and do each others homework.

He always gets me my favourite vodka, raspberry absolut vodka. And it's off limits to everyone except me. We walked into the party, I was holding hands Bill, he was my best friend, we were the closest out of the group.

Tom was annoying Georg and Gustav, making stupid jokes and trying to impress girls in the driveway, all of them turning him down. I ran over to the hosts room, grabbing the bottle he had saved for me and running downstairs to Bill, pouring multiple shots for us.

Tom chimed in and tried to charm me, "cmon beautiful give me some" he wrapped a hand around my waist, I scoffed and pushed him away "fuck off Tom, go flirt with another bimbo" rolling my eyes and throwing back a shot, the clear liquid burning my throat.

Before the party, me and Bill had done our makeup, applying loads of glitter and black eyeshadow. I was hoping hoping that it wouldn't get ruined tonight by me getting absolutely wasted.

I planned to go blackout, do crazy shit and have fun. We had finished our final exams and wanted to just relax after studying for so long.

As the night went on, I was 6 shots down, my throat raw from all the shots I'd taken. I grinded on guys, kissed random guys and girls, flirted with just about anyone and nearly sucked someones dick.

Gustav was dragging me out of stupid situations, eyes lighting up with anger when he saw me with another guy. I just pinned it down to him being overprotective, he was sorta like a body guard.

He kept his arm around my waist as I drank more, a beer in his hand as he looked around, attempting to protect me from anyone and everyone. He was also drunk, Gustav knew how to handle his alcohol, he could be blackout drunk and function like a normal person.

He leaned down and softly whispered in my ear, "they're playing a game over there, wanna go play?" his hot breath tickling my neck, I nodded eagarly, ripping myself out of his grip and running towards the circle of teens, pushing in.

I saw it was spin the bottle, squealing with joy. I loved spin the bottle at parties, it was stupid and lighthearted and even formed some relationships. We had been doing this since we were 14, the people who have been going to these parties for a while are considered "ogs", usually partaking in silly games like these, the others just come for the alcohol and drugs

"Alright guys, of course we are playing spin the bottle but the twist is..you have to go with the person into a empty room for 7 minutes, kind of like seven minutes in heaven, only 2 couples will be allowed at a time" the host smirked.

We grabbed a random beer bottle, placing it at the center of the circle. Some random guy was picked, spinning and landing on a girl in my math class. I watched as Gustav sat across from me, sending a wink my way. I blushed softly, smiling and looking away.

We continued to play for another 14 minutes, people in and out of rooms. Then, it was Gustavs turn, he spinned the bottle with ease, the glass grazing against the floor, coming to a stop.

My eyes widened as I realized it stopped on me, my head shot up to look at him, a grin plastered on his face, the host slapping his thigh, cheering him on.

I slowly stood up, Gustav grabbing my hand and leading me away, sneaking into one of the empty rooms. I sat down on the bed, awkward silence filling the room.

He finally spoke up, sitting next to me and wrapping an arm around my waist, looking deeply into my eyes, "so..? I don't want to waste 7 perfect minutes with you" he smirked, smashing his lips into mine.

I whined on his lips, kissing him back, deepening the kiss. He grabbed my hips softly, pushing me back onto the bed and continuing to kiss me, his erection rubbing on my jeans.

"Oh gustav.." I muttered, throwing my head back as his lips moved down to my neck, sucking softly. I moaned as he found a sensitive spot on my neck, my arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer.

"You're so beautiful maus.." he groaned, grinding into my leg harder, "fuck.." I whimpered, tugging at his shirt. He chuckled and helped me, taking his top of, along with mine, my pink bra on display for him.

His hands rushed to clip my bra off, throwing it to the other side of the room and staring in awe at my hard nipples, grabbing my breasts roughly, grinding into me again.

"Gustav..stop teasing" I whined, reaching out and pulling his shorts down, his cock straining against his black boxers, his size very obviously big. I bit my lip, worried I wouldn't be able to fully take him.

"So impatient" he smirked, grabbing my skirt and sliding it down my thighs, ripping my stockings open, a wet patch on my baby pink panties. "Someones excited, hm?" he dove his head down, licking the stain, my hips bucking up, "ah!" I whimpered.

"So sensitive..fuck.." he groaned, moving my underwear to the side and dragging his boxers to the side, his cock springing out and hovering over my needy pussy.

He rubbed the tip on my clit a few times, getting me soaked before he put it in, not wanting me to be uncomfortable. His hands slithered to my hips, spreading my legs more, my pussy opening for him.

He spat on his fingers, lubing his cock up before slowly pushing it in, my hands flew to his shoulders, groaning at the pain of his cock stretching me out. Have I been with other guys? Yes. This big? Hell no.

He started to thrust slowly, trying to warm up my hole, only halfway in before slamming all of it inside, a yelp coming from my lips. "Sorry baby.." he laughed, kissing my cheek sweetly and picking up his pace.

"You're so fucking beautiful..my angel.." he groaned, throwing his head back as my tight pussy engulfed his cock, a slightly resistance in place because of my pussy not being used to his size.

My body eventually warmed up to him, his cock being able to fully slide in and out, fucking me deeply. He held onto my hips tightly as he pounded his cock into me, I threw my head back as his tip hit my sweet spot, ramming into it with all his might.

MEANWHILE....

"It's been like 10 minutes, aren't they supposed to be done?" someone said, the host smirking, "oh leave them, Gustav has been waiting years to do this"

They all nodded and continued the game.

BACK TO SEXY TIME

"Oh fuck!" I moaned loudly, the sound of skin slapping filling the room, thankfully not being able to be heard by the blasting house music. His cock felt so good in me, like it was made for my pussy, fucking me so well.

"You're amazing..taking my cock so well" he grinned, leaning down and sucking on my neck again, biting softly and leaving marks, running his tongue over the stinging wound.

My eyes started to water, tears running down my cheeks, I was sure my makeup had been ruined, all the tears and sweat smudging it. I didn't care though, it was an easy fix.

Bill brought a little fanny pack incase this happened, he knew I was going to hook up with someone but how could I break to him it was Gustav..

He continued fucking me, slamming his cock into my cunt, getting more wet with each thrust. "You're perfect..so so gorgeous.." he mumbled against my neck, running his hand up and down my waist.

"Mmm!" I cried out, feeling tension build in my stomach, driving me crazy. My orgasm was dangerously near, his thrusts getting harder, tip kissing my cervix.

My sopping cunt made squelching noises with every thrust, pure ecstacy flowing through my veins. "Gonna cum!" I cried out, digging my nails into his back.

"Oh..fuck.." he groaned "cum for me baby..cum on this cock" he kissed harsher, marks left everywhere on my neck and chest. I knew the group was going to have a fucking fieldtrip when they see us.

"Fuck!" Gustav groaned loudly, shooting his load deep into me, causing my orgasm to activate, my pussy coating my juices all over his cock, a potion of our bodily fluids mixed together.

He panted and rolled onto the bed, I smirked and climbed on top of him, taking my chances to mark him back. I started by kissing his neck, sucking softly as he did.

I felt his hand snake up to my pussy, rubbing 2 fingers against my folds, collecting the cum that threatened to drip out of me, shoving it back in.

He fingered me roughly, making me struggle to make perfectly hickeys, I left sloppy kisses on his neck, whimpering as his fingers hit the perfect spots.

"Keep going baby.." he chuckled, I moaned loudly, stuffing my face into his neck as another orgasm approached quickly. "Cum for me again.." he grinned, slamming his fingers into me.

I whimpered, my legs shaking as I came on his fingers, "oh fuck.." I collapsed onto his chest, "keep marking me baby, cmon" he tapped my ass softly.

I sighed softly, continuing to kiss his neck, "good girl.." he caressed my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. I slowly snapped out of my trance, pushing his head back to gain easy access to his neck.

I bit softly on the skin, leaving dark purple hickeys everywhere. "Oh fuck.." he moaned, a hand trailing down to my ass, squeezing it gently. I pulled back, admiring my work, a huge grin on my face.

"Cmon, let's go see what we look like" I giggled, getting off him and helping him up, running over to the closet in the corner, both of our necks brutally covered in marks, deep red and purple hickeys.

"Let's get you dressed maus, cmon" he grabbed my waist, kissing me softly and helping me put my clothes back on, shoving his on shortly after, holding my waist as we went outside.

The party ended shortly after, we met up with the group, they waited outside for us, all smoking a cigarette each. When they saw us their eyes instantly flashed to the hickeys, "oh my god.." Bill covered his mouth, georgs eyes wide and Tom bursting out laughing.

"I knew it!" Tom jumped up and down, Bill handing him a 5 dollar note, obviously annoyed. "Hey what the fuck was that?" I crossed my arms, "oh, well we had a bet that if you guys hooked up i'd give him 5 dollars.." Bill chuckled nervously, scratching his neck.

I rolled my eyes, "whatever" "whatt? you guys had the most tension out of anyone in the room, everyone could sense it" Bill smirked, ashing his cigarette.

Gustav chuckled and kissed my cheek softy, "well Tom, now you know to keep your hands off her you horny bastard" Tom chuckled in response, putting his hands up to surrender "yeah yeah fine"

We all caught a taxi to Bills house, me and Gustav sleeping peacefully in the guest room, cuddling all night long.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @bkaulitzlover @ge-billsgf @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @tomsonlyslut

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cynthinesia · 1 year

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Something That Cannot Be Replaced...

In which Idia writes you a few hundred messages after your overblot.

💀 Taglist: @floriandarling

After weeks of rest, you managed to wake up and tried to recall things that caused you to be in your room. You closed your eyes as a headache in the meantime was making you feel like all the world was in your head and that’s how it hit you all of a sudden.

You’ve had overblotted.

The crystal of your magic pen had turned as black as the night sky. The rest was unfortunately a blur. But one scream was still ringing in your ears.

“(Y/N)!!!!!!!!!!”

You knew the voice was familiar; it belonged to none other than your boyfriend, Idia. You pried your eyes open again and looked at your surroundings.

The familiar sight of your ceiling was the first thing you saw. Then the lights, and then two figures near you. One was sitting on the chair while another one was cuddling you. You immediately recognized the signature blue hair from both of them. Then your eyes caught the tiny light that was blinking on your phone; your notification light. You reached out and grabbed it despite your bones aching in pain. There were hundreds and thousands of messages coming from your friends, yet one message in particular caught your eye. These were from Idia himself. It wasn’t an in-game message, but a normal one.

When you checked, you’ve noticed that most of the messages were from him.

You decided to read them all.

Hello, this is Idia. I hope you’re alright. I just wanted to drop by and check in on you.

I never thought you out of all people would overblot, to be honest. I mean -- you were THE last boss that players manage to defeat with very little HP. Everyone was trying to snap you out of it, even Mr. Malleus. But I think, I THINK, we managed to do that.

Please text me back when you are awake.

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Hey, it’s me again. Are you awake yet? I can send Ortho to help you if you want.

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PLEASE TEXT ME BACK WHEN YOU WAKE UP.

I can’t lose you too...

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Are you there..?

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I’m gonna come to you if you are awake.

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Today I won a match for you :)

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I got a little surprise for you. :)

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(⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠)

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[attachment] (A photo of a cat on his lap.)

It doesn’t seem to be scared of me...

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How are you doing right now?

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Ily 💕

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💙?

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Just checking in...

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...

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...

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(Y/N)..?

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I’m gonna come to your room today.

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Okay, I’m going to come for real now. Please be okay.

His last messages from yesterday caught your eye after reading it all.

Hey...

Are you still not awake..?

I miss you so much.

I miss going out with you. Not like something I’d say, right?

I miss playing with you too.

And when you come visit my room.

Ignihyde is making me feel colder tonight.

I’m sorry, I wasn’t there for you...

I desperately wanted to make you feel loved, to make you feel better.

I’m sorry, I couldn’t help you when you were feeling down.

You were always there for me, but I couldn’t do the same.

(Y/N), I’m sorry...

I’m sorry... So sorry...

A tear slid down from your cheek to the pillow. You looked down to see his head on your chest, and tears were at the corner of his eyes. He was hugging you tightly as if you were the last one standing on Earth. You grunted as you hugged him back, bones still aching.

“Nngh... (Y/N)..?” He wearily said, “...You’re awake?..”

You simply nodded and hugged him just as tight. And yet...

“D-did you know..” He sniffled while holding your shoulders, “...how worried I was?! Ortho and I checked up on you almost every day!”

“I... Idia...” You sobbed, “I missed.. you too..!”

He didn’t reply, but hugged your waist and sobbed onto your chest as you did the same.

“(Y/N)...” He sobbed weakly.

“Idia...” You clung onto him while holding onto his hoodie.

In the end, both of you ended up crying to sleep. But you were feeling content now that you got to comfort him and made sure he saw that you were alright. And he was glad that you were okay. After all, you are something that can’t be replaced to him...

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #ツイステ #idia shroud x reader #twst idia #twisted wonderland idia #idia shroud #idia x reader #イデア・シュラウド #mind mirror #I wrote this for writing practice and wanted to share <3

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thetriumphantpanda · 11 months

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Stolen | Marcus Pike (Day Two)

Series Summary | A week on from the biggest museum theft in history, you find yourself shipped to D.C. to track down the most important British archaeological artefacts, stolen from right under your nose. You didn’t plan on Special Agent Marcus Pike getting under your skin in the process. Special Agent Marcus Pike didn’t plan on falling for you either.

Chapter Summary | You fall into a quick routine whilst the hunt for your artefacts is ongoing. Marcus makes good on his promise of the best Italian food outside of Italy as a way for you both to forget your daily stress for a moment.

Pairing | Marcus Pike x Archaeologist/Curator F!Reader

Word Count | 4.9k

Warnings | Marcus and reader shamelessly flirting with each other, mentions of food and alcohol consumption but nothing much else right now.

Authors Note | Day two with Marcus and this is... not my best. I think because the pacing on this fic is so different to anything I've done previously, I'm not confident that I'm not completely rushing things but here we are! I hope you enjoy it and if you do, please consider dropping me a comment, reblogging or heading into my ask box to share the love! If you're interested in being added to the taglist for this or for any of my other work, please check this post on how to do that! And as usual, a HUGE thank you to @morning-star-joyfor beta-ing this huge chapter and generally just HYPING ME UP. ILY.

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You groan at the incessant chiming of your alarm. There is no way that it is already time to be awake. You roll over and through blurry eyes manage to turn the alarm off, rolling onto your back to let your eyes adjust to the soft morning light drifting in through the curtains.

Rubbing the last of the sleep from your eyes, you pick up your phone, opening it to find your email app overflowing with unread emails from London. They were already five hours into their workday, and each and every email you opened was basically screaming at you for an update on the case. An update you had expressly told everyone wouldn’t come until later in their afternoon. You sigh as you push yourself up in bed, dialing Mark’s number before you can think about what you’re doing.

“Jones, good to hear from you,” You can hear the familiar background noise of the office behind him, “How’re things over there?”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, “Fine, I guess, would be even better if you could get everyone off my ass looking for updates though.”

“I’m sorry Jones,” He sighs down the phone, “I really am trying, but I’m sure you can understand that everyone here is on edge right now.”

You sigh again, “I know, it’s not your fault, hopefully I’ll have something to update you with when I call you later on,” You shift on the bed and push yourself up, padding over to the window to draw the curtains, “How’s Geralt?”

“Geralt’s fine,” Mark chuckles, referring to your dog that he had agreed to look after whilst you’re away, “He’s got a taste for roast chicken now, Miranda cooked him one especially as a treat.”

“If you spoil him too much, you’re paying for the roast chicken I’m going to have to feed him when I come back, you understand.”

“Loud and clear Jones,” You can hear someone trying to talk to him on the other end of the phone, “Listen, I’ve got to bounce, but I’ll speak to you later, alright?”

“Alright, have a good day.”

“You too Jones,” He finishes, “Go get ‘em.”

You’re in and out of the shower in record time that morning, cleaning the rest of the jetlag from your skin, swiping on some mascara and painting on your foundation and concealer to cover the pretty large circles around your eyes from sleep deprivation. You’re shrugging on your blazer when there’s a knock at your door.

“Morning, boss,” It’s Lizzie, “Car should be downstairs in ten.”

“I’m ready,” You mumble, letting her hold the door open whilst you grab your laptop bag and your handbag, checking you’ve got everything before closing the door, “Sorry about last night, I slept for longer than I thought I would.”

“That’s alright,” She smiles, pressing the button for the elevator, “I managed to entertain myself.”

There’s a smirk on her face that has you smiling too, “What did you get up to?” You tease, nudging her with your elbow.

“I just went for dinner,” She unlocks her phone and opens up Tinder, “American men love British women,” She winks, “I met Tod, who took me to the fanciest steakhouse in D.C., paid for my dinner and then blocked me when I told him I wasn’t interested in sleeping with him,” She’s scrolling through her messages to make a point, most of them unread, “Who do you think I should go for tonight?” She’s stepping into the elevator, you’re close on her heels, “David looks nice,” She opens his profile and scrolls through his photos so you can see, before she’s going back to his message, “He seems to think I’ll like a seafood restaurant around the corner from here.”

You’re both laughing by the time the elevator reaches the lobby, Lizzie pressing send on a message to David, letting him know when and where to meet her, “What about you?” She asks, “Don’t tell me you managed to sleep all the way through to this morning?”

You shake your head as your heels clip through the lobby, “There’s a great diner just around the corner,” You shrug, “Marcus showed me.”

Lizzie looks up at you with telling eyes and a smirk on her lips, “Did he now?”

“Shut up,” You chide, “It was kind of weird to be honest, phones me to ask if he’d upset me and then takes me for pancakes at nine in the evening.”

“I can’t blame him,” Lizzie shrugs, “You did look like you were about to slap him yesterday.”

“That’s because he chooses to ask the old white man the questions automatically, instead of me.”

“Come on Jones,” She’s speaking as she rounds the car that was sent for you, slipping into the backseat next to you, “That’s because Pete works for the police, it’s his job to know the answer to those questions, you can’t blame the poor man for that.”

“Well, don’t go getting any ideas,” You warn her as the car starts slipping through the city, “It was a one-time thing, just so I had somewhere to go on my own.” You know it’s a lie. You can already taste the pasta and the wine he’d promised you this evening, but Lizzie didn’t need to know that.

“I knew you agreed with me,” She speaks after a few minutes of silence, just as the car is pulling in to drop you off, she senses your confusion, “When I said he was cute!”

You groan as you both reach for your things and start walking into the building, “I do not think he’s cute.”

“The blush on your face would suggest otherwise,” She teases, shoving her own bag into the airport style security scanner to be checked, “You never go for dinner for anyone, not even at home, you definitely think he’s cute.”

“We’re shelving this conversation right now.” You demand, following her actions of setting your things down and heading through the scanners.

Once the security detail is satisfied neither of you are terrorist’s about to blow the place to the ground, they let you through and its only moments until you’re back in the office from yesterday. There’s a similar buzz about the place, people tapping away on computers and walking around with files. You can already see Marcus and his partner sitting in the meeting room with Pete, talking and laughing with each other, which makes your blood boil. You hope they aren’t talking about the case.

You march over, Lizzie having to run to keep up with you, knocking twice on the glass before you enter. Their conversation goes silent, only adding to your suspicions that they were in fact discussing the case without you.

“Good morning,” Marcus stands to greet you, “Sleep okay?”

“I slept fine, thank you,” You reply is curt as you sit down, “I trust you’ve got an update for us?”

He’s still standing, and his partner is looking up at him with a jovial look that you’ve seen in men before, and it infuriates you even more. Steven is looking at Marcus as if to say, ‘who does this girl think she is?’, flouncing into our office and demanding answers from us. You couldn’t give a fuck, you think, looking back at him, I didn’t make my career worrying about what silly men like you think.

Marcus takes a deep breath and sits back down, opening up the folder on the table, “So, the good news is, Steven managed to track the gang from the airport,” He pushes some grainy CCTV stills across to you which you take, “We’ve tracked them from here to a warehouse on the edge of the city, but the issue is, in all of the footage, there’s no sign of them carrying anything, no bags, no boxes, nothing.”

You throw your head back and groan in frustration, “That would have been too easy, wouldn’t it?”

Pete chuckles to the side of you, you shoot him a glare. It wasn’t meant to be funny; you fume silently.

“Doesn’t mean your artefacts aren’t there,” Marcus reassures, “We see it often that they’ll ship these things separately so they can’t be caught with them, so we’re planning a raid on the warehouse to see if that is the case.”

“Today?” You ask, optimism in your voice.

“It’s a big operation, you’ll understand,” Steven speaks now, “It’ll take us some time to pull the right resources in so we’re aiming for tomorrow afternoon.”

“Are you joking?” You scoff, “I’m sorry, but this is the biggest museum theft in history, of one of the most important British archaeological finds and you’re going to wait until tomorrow afternoon?” You turn to Pete now, hoping for some back up, “If this were the Met they’ve have raided it this morning, right Pete?”

He looks like a deer caught in headlights, his stutters a little, “Well, I mean, we’d need some time to put things together.” Traitor.

You take a deep breath in and push it out through your mouth to calm yourself, “Is there any way we can raid tomorrow morning?” You ask.

This time it’s Marcus who speaks, “We know how important this is, not just to you, but for us as well, so let me see if I can pull some strings and get things moving a little quicker.”

You nod in understanding, wondering whether he is in fact doing this for the greater good, or just to stay in your good books, “I appreciate that Marcus, thank you.”

He nods, “No problem, let me head out and make some calls,” He turns to Steven, “Can you get the briefing document ready, just in case we can get things moved around.”

Steven nods in understanding but you don’t miss the glare he shoots your way as he stands up to leave. What is his problem? Pete also stands to leave, mumbling something about updating headquarters back in London.

“Is it okay if I stay here to dial into my call with everyone back home?” You ask Marcus, who is shuffling papers back into his file.

“Sure thing,” He smiles, the warm smile you remember from last night, “Take your time,” He says, shutting the file and turning to Lizzie, “How about I show you where the coffee machine is, I’m sure you both need one.”

You’re waving her out of the room as your other hand is pulling your laptop out of its bag, she knows how you take your coffee, you just pray that the creamer they use here instead of milk doesn’t make you sick.

As soon as you dial into the call, you’re wishing you hadn’t. Wishing you could curl up into a ball and forgo all responsibilities. It’s times like this that you really missed fieldwork, sure digging up ancient skeletons could be emotionally taxing, but at least they never talked back to you or demanded why their stolen artefacts were still in fact stolen before they’d even greeted you a hello.

“Good morning to you too,” You smile sweetly into the camera as soon as Hartwig has demanded his update, “I’ve got some good news, the team here have managed to pick up the gang exiting a flight here in D.C. and then making their way to a warehouse on the other side of the city.”

“And is there any update on anything being found?”

“They’re pulling a team together as we speak with the hopes of raiding it in the morning.”

Hartwig looks bereft in his little square box on your screen, “Is there no way you can push for any earlier?”

“I already did, they were going to wait until tomorrow afternoon, but Agent Pike is putting in some calls as we speak to get things moving more quickly,” You look up from your screen and you can see the aforementioned Agent Pike stood with Lizzie, who has two mugs of coffee in her hand, they look deep in conversation, when his eyes flit to yours you immediately look back down at your screen, “I’ll be heading out with the team tomorrow, hopefully as early as possible so I’ll call you as soon as I’ve got any news.”

As soon as the pleasantries are over you slam the laptop shut and bury your face in your hands. God, you just wanted to be at home, on your sofa, with your dog and a cup of tea and all of this nonsense behind you. There’s a soft tap on the glass and you expect to see Lizzie, but it’s Marcus, two mugs of coffee in hand.

“Lizzie asked me to bring you this,” He sets the mug down next to you, “She had some calls to make so she’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready to head back.”

You smile up at him, gripping the mug. You don’t look before you take a drink and yep, the creamer is far too much that it has you pulling a face, but you take another big drink, hoping the caffeine makes today a bit more bearable, “I needed that, thank you.”

He’s perched himself on the table next to you, a safe distance away that it doesn’t seem inappropriate but close enough that if you wanted to,��and you really did, you could put your hand on his thigh. Not this again, you chide your brain. It’s actually him that closes the gap though, reaching one of his hands to rest on yours which is on the table.

“We’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise.” He says softly, clearly able to understand that this might just put you into an early grave with the stress you constantly feel through your body.

You unconsciously turn your palm up on the table before you know what you’re doing and suddenly, you’re actually holding his hand. He doesn’t seem to mind, just squeezes your hand with his before letting it go.

“Now, I know that a good bowl of pasta and a glass of wine will help,” He’s smiling, “I’ll pick you up at seven?”

You nod with a smile that matches his own, “See you at seven, Agent Pike.”

The rest of your day goes by in a blur. You spend most of it back at the hotel, replying to the myriad of emails you have to get through, all of which seem to be some kind of version of ‘I understand the magnitude of the situation, but myself and the team here in D.C. are doing our best.’. You take a nap in the early afternoon, supposing it’s one of the perks of everyone back home having logged off and gone home, and then soaked in a bubble bath, which did nothing to relieve the stress and tension from your shoulder blades.

It's not until six that you realise you have absolutely nothing to wear to dinner this evening. Your suitcase either consisted of the suits you wore during the day to give you the confidence to tell off jumped up FBI agents how to do their job, or the comfy clothes you’d favoured when working in the field. Nothing you pulled out screamed ‘dinner at a nice Italian restaurant with the handsome man who should really remain a professional colleague but that you definitely wouldn’t mind kissing.’

You shake your head again at the intrusive thought. When was your brain going to catch up with the fact that even if you did kiss him, you were only here for a few weeks at best. You had to remind yourself of the last time you went too quickly with someone. It never ended well.

Settling on your most casual pair of trousers and a knitted jumper, you sighed. This would have to do. You stuff the company card and your phone into your pocket and head down to the lobby. You’re thirty minutes early but there’s still an incessant vibrating coming from your pocket, indicating you’re still receiving a tirade of emails that will need to be dealt with. When you exit the elevator, you’re not expecting to find Marcus already sat waiting for you, typing on his phone in a way that makes you think he’s probably got the same amount of stress on his shoulders that you do.

“You’re early,” Your voice makes him jump and you stifle a giggle at the way his phone nearly slips from his hand, “Tell me you’ve not been here for too long?”

He looks at his watch, “Maybe a half hour?”

“You turned up an hour early for dinner?”

“You turned up half an hour early for dinner,” He counters, “I was just catching up with emails.”

You take your phone out of your back pocket and flash the screen at him, Outlook notifications stacking up by the minute, “Looks like we’re both in the same boat then.”

He moves closer to you, showing you his phone as he switches it off, “Go on, do the same.” He urges.

“Marcus, I can’t…” You trail off.

“Of course you can,” He shrugs, “Unless you were planning to ignore me for the entirety of dinner?”

He has a point, even you would never dream of spending your evening ignoring this man in favour of your emails. You curse the smile appearing on your face but follow his lead, showing him the screen as you turn your own phone off and put it back into your pocket.

“Good girl,” He praises, you think it must have been an unconscious choice of words because you’re both blushing as soon as it’s left his mouth, but you don’t complain, “Now come on,” He grabs hold of your hand and starts dragging you outside, “It’s time for the best tiramisu outside of Italy.”

Marcus manages to hail a cab outside with ease and only let’s go of your hand when he leaves your side to circle the car and take the other seat, but not before opening the door for you to climb in. He makes polite conversation with the driver as he zips through the streets to drop you off at the restaurant. You smile as you look out of the window, he’s ticking one of the green flags you’ve always looked for in men back home, being polite to anyone doing you a service. God, this was bad news.

The restaurant is a small, hole-in-the-wall, type establishment which has you excited. In your experience these were always some of the best places back home. Much like the waitress from the previous night, the waiter here greets Marcus with a firm handshake and a ‘welcome back’, you wonder if this man ever cooks his own food.

You’re sat at a table for two in the back corner, candlelight splaying across the table. There’s soft music playing in the background and starched napkins. Far too nice for a dinner with a colleague you think to yourself, but let it lie for now. He orders a bottle of white wine and when it arrives you must admit that this man knows his wine.

“Fuck, I needed this,” You whine, taking a second sip, much bigger than the first, “Thank you, by the way, for getting everything moved up for us.”

“It’s the least I can do,” He shrugs, something which you realise is one of his quirks that you enjoy, “I know how much stress you’re getting, so anything I can do to make things easier, I’ll do.”

The waiter comes back to take your order. Marcus insists on sharing bruschetta to start with, you opt for a carbonara because it’s the only tried and true way you know to test an Italian restaurant’s caliber, Marcus goes for a risotto which you’ve already decided you’ll be stealing a forkful of.

“So, considering this is two for two where the waiters have greeted you by name, do you know how to cook?” You tease over your glass of wine.

He chuckles, “I do, but when I’m on my own it makes more sense to come out to eat, or order in.”

“So, there’s no Mrs Marcus Pike then?” You watch closely as his face drops a little and you realise that you’ve probably fucked up, “I’m sorry, that was too personal, don’t feel like you have to answer that.”

He takes a sip of his own wine and leans back in his chair, his way of creating space between the two of you, “There was, once, but we were young and stupid so it didn’t work out,” He takes a deep inhale now, “And then a failed engagement, she was actually meant to move here with me but decided there was someone else who was better for her.”

You want to reach across the table and squeeze his hand, whilst his voice doesn’t give away his obvious disappointment in his failed relationships, his face certainly does. Gone is the usual smile, replaced with a frown and a furrowed brow.

“I’m sorry Marcus,” You lean yourself back on your own chair, “I didn’t mean to pry.”

He looks up at you and his features finally soften a little, “It’s fine, Jones,” He insists, “It’s part of who I am, the fact that I fall in love without really thinking about it, nothing to be ashamed of, just something to be careful of.”

“Who told you that was my nickname?” You ask, trying to steer the conversation away from the misery it was sitting in currently.

“Lizzie,” He takes a break to answer when the waiter puts down your appetizer, “That’s what she called you earlier when we were talking, you want me to call you something else, because I can if it makes you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head, “No, it’s fine,” You reassure, “Didn’t know if that was another of your federal agent things, knowing my deepest secrets.”

“If I knew that then I’d be able to answer why you’re here instead of out in the field,” He’s taking a bite of his food and then speaking before he’s finished, something that would normally drive you wild but is endearing here, “Makes sense though, Indiana Jones, world famous archaeologist.”

“He’s actually a terrible archaeologist,” You speak once you’ve taken a bite of your food, “World famous, yes, but I’ve never seen that man write an archaeological report.”

Marcus actually throws his head back in laughter, which has you giggling too, when had things ever been this effortless with anyone? You think back to all the forced first dates back in London, where one finance man after another had bored you to death. It had never felt like this.

“Point taken,” He says when he’s recovered, “So, what about you, no man missing you back in London?”

“There is only one man in my life right now and that’s Geralt.”

“I’m guessing Geralt isn’t your boyfriend?”

“No,” You laugh, popping the last bite of your bruschetta into your mouth, “He’s my dog, I’d show you a picture, but you made me turn my phone off.”

“Remind me to ask you tomorrow then,” He smiles over his glass of wine, “But no actual man, good to know.”

“I guess jetting all over the world to find pieces of history wasn’t really conducive to anything long term,” You mirror his own shrug from earlier, “And the men in London are just shocking, so I’ve found it easier to be on my own.”

“Never had the urge to settle down?” He asks as the waiter places your pasta in front of you.

“Of course, especially when all of my friends are doing the same,” You swirl the spaghetti around your fork, “You and I have the same issue of falling too easily, tends to scare a lot of people off right?”

You don’t miss how Marcus’ eyes are trained on you as you purse your lips perfectly in order to suck the end of the spaghetti through your lips, or how his eyes flit to your bottom lip when your tongue peeks out to lick the last of the sauce from it. There’s a sudden realization that you might actually have this man wrapped around your finger if you wanted it.

“Hello?” You move your head down into his line of sight, “Earth to Marcus.”

You watch as he does something like you do when you find your mind drifting, shaking his head and apologizing, “What did you say again?”

“I said, falling too quickly is something we have in common and that it tends to scare people off.”

“Right,” He scoops some of his food into his mouth finally, “That was my mistake last time, asking her to uproot her life to come and marry me after a few months.”

“Her loss,” is all you respond with, “Lucky me though, I get to sit and have dinner with you by candlelight.”

“Who say’s I wouldn’t have brought you here if I did have someone?”

“Because this is totally a date,” You smirk, he raises an eyebrow, “Candle on the table, folded napkins, talking about our failed love lives, you brought me here on a date Marcus Pike.”

“If the shoe fits,” He smiles, “You want this to be a date?”

“Undecided.” You tease as the waiter clears your plates; Marcus asks him to bring you a slice of tiramisu to share before he leaves.

There’s an air of tension as you sit and sip the last of your wine. The tone has definitely changed, and you don’t even really know why you’re doing it. You know nothing can really happen between the two of you. You know that in a few weeks you’re going to have to pack up your suitcase and go back to the mundane life of London. You know if you start something here, you’re probably going to fall in too deep and break your own heart, as well as his, when you leave. But when Marcus Pike is looking over the rim of his wine glass like he wants to devour you, you can’t really help yourself.

The tiramisu is placed in the middle of the table but there’s only one spoon. He picks the spoon up and drags it through the corner of the dessert before putting it to his mouth. You watch as he drags the spoon back through his lips, stopping to run his tongue over the bit of cream he missed the first time. Then, he’s dragging the spoon back through it and leaning over the table slightly to bring it to your lips.

You look at him through hooded lids, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to catch the bottom of the spoon, before closing your lips around it as he pulls the spoon back out from your mouth. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat and this repeats until the whole dessert is finished.

There’s a sense of haste when he asks for the bill and you throw down your company card to pay, much like you’d done the night before. Even when Marcus is gripping onto your wrist and dragging you outside, you wonder if your minds are thinking the same thing. For you, all you can think about when you’re back in a cab and going back to the hotel is that you want to kiss that delightfully plump bottom lip of his and run your fingers through his hair.

He practically throws some dollar bills at the driver, mumbling to him to keep the change as he’s following you into the hotel, standing silently next to you whilst you press the button for the elevator. All you can think is that you wish he would make a move, touch you, whisper something in your ear, anything. When he steps inside the elevator with you, you’re finally thinking he might.

“You’re getting in the elevator with me?” You ask, eyebrow raised as he steps in behind you.

“Just making sure you get back safe.”

“Marcus, my room is a two second walk from the lift.”

“And I would be a terrible federal agent if I didn’t make sure you were safe for those two seconds.”

The doors close behind you and you let out a silent prayer that you’re the only two in there. You rest your back on the wall as Marcus steps a little closer, “I’ve gotta give it to you, agent, that was the best date I’ve been on in a while.”

He takes another step towards you, closing the gap so that his body is almost pressed to yours, “You just needed to fly across the pond to find the right man.”

You tilt your head to the side a little, pushing yourself off the wall to close the final inches of air between the two of you. You can feel his arm wrap around the small of your back to steady you. You’re tilting your head up to meet his. You can see his glazed eyes staring down at you before they flutter shut, much like your own do in the next second. You can feel his breath fanning across your cheeks, his hand at your back pressing more firmly, bringing you even closer into his warmth. You’re almost certain that there is the faintest touch of his bottom lip to yours, but then there’s a ding of the elevator bell and the doors are opening. You hear Marcus groan in frustration, the moment entirely lost as he pulls his face from yours.

“Guess I’ll have to wait to kiss you when you find my artefacts tomorrow,” You breathe, taking a step around him to exit the elevator, “Goodnight, Agent Pike.” You finish, just as the elevator doors start to close and he disappears.

If only you could have heard the sigh of his reply as he leant his head against the wall of the elevator, “Goodnight, Jones.”

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stanchett · 1 year

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are you excited to post chapter 2 of nervous ??? i’m sure excited to read it. thanks if/when you do!!! <3

I am!! And here it is! I hope you like it anon ☺️

I’ve decided to make this more of a slow burn fic, if that’s alright with all of you. I’m really enjoying the build up of it. As always, feedback is appreciated!!

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Nervous, Chapter 2

Warnings: alcohol mention

1.8k+ words

Monday evening passed slowly, and you buried yourself up to your neck in your work. Glass of wine in hand, you spread out various papers and exams before you on your coffee table, determined to distract yourself from the anxiety you had about meeting Larissa in the morning. 8am sharp. The reminder echoed in your mind. Taking a long sip, you grabbed a red pen and began marking away, correcting all of their grammatical errors and mis-matched dates. Did your students pay even a shred of attention? You doubted it given the pass/fail ratio on the assignments before you.

After a couple of hours worth of grading, you closed your eyes and rolled your neck, grateful that your thoughts were able to stray from the principal even for a short time. You glanced at your watch: 10:36pm. Exhausted, you stood from your place on the sofa and headed for the bathroom. You cranked the water in the shower to scorching hot, looking forward to washing off the day. It was exactly what you needed to relax you. You put on your coziest pajamas afterward, crawling into bed and allowing sleep to take hold of you almost immediately.

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You suddenly found yourself in your classroom, void of any students, sitting at your desk. A flood of worry flowed through you; where was everyone? Surely all the students couldn’t be late for class... Suddenly the door creaked open and in walked Larissa, storming angrily toward you. You felt your face flush a deep red, unaware of her intentions with you, but judging by the look on her face it wasn’t anything good.

“Ms. Y/L/N, you seem to have missed our meeting this morning. Would you care to explain where you were?” She towers over you with her arms crossed, making you feel infinitely smaller from your seated position. You felt your mouth open and close a few times, the gears in your head working overtime in search of an excuse. “Well?”

“I-I’m sorry Principal Weems, I must have lost track of time-” you stuttered, knowing full well how pathetic your excuse must have sounded to her. You slowly rose from your seat with your words, your eyes locked on hers the entire time. She takes another step forward, pinning you against the desk with her body. Your head swam at the closeness.

“Now Y/N, I think you and I both know that isn’t true,” her hands came to rest on the desk on either side of you and she leaned in close, making it impossible for you to escape. You had no choice but to look into her eyes as a thigh came to rest between both of your own. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you were avoiding me.”

You gulped audibly, your lungs burning for breath after resulting to such shallow ones at her close proximity. Her thigh was inches from your core, you could practically feel the heat of it radiating off of her. You turned your head away, unable to meet her gaze any longer but she grasped your chin and wrenched it back to force you to look at her. “I believe I can think of a way for you to make it up to me,” she said all too seductively, your eyes widening in surprise as a rush of lust overtook you. You found yourself staring at her lips and licked your own in anticipation. She inched forward, a mere breath away from you. A whimper left your chest as she waited for you to close the gap, daring you to make the last move.

Just then the bell rang, and Larissa pulled away from you, and you found yourself shaken awake by the shrill tone of your phone’s alarm. You silenced it and covered your face with your hands in frustration, your inner thighs coated with arousal from your dream. You didn’t even have time to take care of your little predicament yourself; you were meeting with the principal in 2 hours, leaving only enough time for you to prepare for the day. It would certainly prove to be an interesting one.

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Coffee in hand, you walked through the entrance of the school, bidding several students along the way good morning. You took a deep breath and headed up the stairs toward the daunting set of mahogany doors, the silver ‘Principal Weems’ placard mocking you as you took the last few steps toward them. You checked the time: 7:58. Closing your eyes and begging for a crumb of confidence, you knocked your knuckles against them. To your surprise, Larissa answered the door herself, a pleased smile on her face at your punctual arrival.

“Good morning, Y/N! How was your evening?” she asked, allowing the door to swing open to welcome you in. You took a swig of coffee, avoiding her question, and took a seat at one of the chairs before her desk. “A restful one, I hope.” You released a small gasp at that, effectively choking on the beverage in your hand. You coughed and sputtered briefly, Larissa’s previously cheerful expression now swapped for concern. “Are you alright?”

Clearing your throat, you gave her a quick thumbs-up in confirmation. From the nature of her question, it almost seemed like she knew you’d dreamt about her the night before. She couldn’t have known… Right?

She gathered a few papers and a beige folder sitting atop her desk and waved you over to follow her, taking a seat in front of the large fireplace against the wall. You rose hesitantly from your seat and followed closely behind, settling down nervously beside her. A part of you was glad she was treating this meeting so casually, but on the other hand the couch only made for closer proximity between you. She opened the folder in her lap, twirling a pen between her fingers delicately. Your eyes studied them for a moment, her long digits and blood red nails causing your brain to short-circuit, before her words snapped you out of your daze.

“So, how have classes been going for you, Y/N? Yesterday’s little incident aside, I haven’t heard any negative reports from students about you or your teaching methods.” She looked up at you for confirmation and you nodded slowly in agreement, thinking hard about the matter at hand and willing away any remnants of your dreams from last night.

“Things have been going pretty smoothly, I would say. Although several students seem to be struggling with the course material.” You thought for a moment and realized this could reflect poorly on your teaching skills, but Larissa cut the passing thought short in your mind.

“Yes, well... I’m afraid this age can be a difficult one for them. Try to show them compassion, and be sure to convey that you’re approachable with any questions or concerns they may have. It’s important for them to know they can come to you for guidance should they need it.” Her signature smile lit up her face in understanding. Sifting back through the sheets in the folder, she pulled one from the stack and handed it to you. You looked it over quickly and she handed you her pen, still warm from being toyed with between her fingers.

“If you’ll just sign this for me, it will go on record as you passing your review,” she said excitedly. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, looking up at her gratefully. She gazed back with so much adoration you feared your heart may burst. You signed your name quickly and handed it back to her. She slipped the sheet back into the folder and placed it on the couch between you. “We’re so pleased to have you as part of the Nevermore family; it’s a relief to see things going favorably for you.”

“Thank you Principal Weems, I’m so thrilled with your decision to keep me on!” Without the buffer of paperwork and professional talk between you, you felt your nerves begin to creep up again. Chancing a look in her direction, you peeked over to find her leaning with her elbow atop the back of the couch and her head resting in her hand, her body turned almost fully toward you with her legs crossed at the knee. She was so attractive in everything she did, Lord help you. Your thoughts clouded over with memories from last night and suddenly it became almost impossible to focus. You felt your face heat up.

“Y/N? Are you sure you’re alright?” Her voice was so gentle in asking the question, and you nearly jumped in surprise as she had caught you once again in the midst of losing yourself in your attraction to her. What really threw you for a loop was the hand that came to rest on your thigh, her thumb stroking your leg through your pants.

“Y-yes of course, I’m fine. I’m sorry I’m just a little preoccupied, thinking about my day.” What she didn’t know was that the contact drove you insane, and you had to stop yourself from giving away the effect she had on you. The gesture was intended to be comforting, damn your crush on this woman. You swallowed thickly, and did your best to give her a reassuring smile.

“Alright, I think that about wraps things up for us then. I do hope your students are able to behave today,” she said with a chuckle, delivering a small pat to your thigh before standing from her seat. “If anyone decides to act up, please be sure to send them my way.”

You scrambled to gather your belongings from the floor beside you, nearly knocking over the remainder of your coffee beside your bag in the process. Larissa elegantly strutted back to her desk, opening her laptop in preparation for her own morning routine. Just before you reached the door to leave, she called after you.

“Have a lovely day, Ms. Y/L/N. Do try not to get too flustered thinking about how it will go.” You nodded politely and rushed out the door, nearly slamming it behind you in your hurry. Your first class wasn’t for another couple of hours, but you found yourself desperate for fresh air. Or a cold shower. Or both.

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Back in Larissa’s office, she smirked to herself, thinking back on how you froze up when she touched you in the slightest way. She was thoroughly satisfied with her quick thinking when she decided to snatch your planner from your open bag, hiding the small leather-bound book practically in plain sight beneath the folder as she sat on the couch beside you. After all, she needed an excuse to get you back into her office.

This was going to be so much more fun for her than it was for you.

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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heyy, here after reading 'bathroom activities'!! I loved it and I would love to read the opposite,,, like ellie getting jealous, not because of the same thing but you know... also reader teasing ellie about it + smut please (fem reader ofc, please make it long cause I love long fics 🙏🏻)

━ 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, afab reader, fingering ( f! receiving ), kissing, slight joking, slight dom kink, jealousy, flirting, make out session, teasing, very dirty remarks, pet names, top!ellie, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I hope you enjoy!! Ty you sm for the rq! ily very much and I'm glad you liked bathroom activities I know I enjoyed writing it haha!

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Ellie was mature, most of the time.

But not when she was jealous.

She continuously huffed like a toddler with her arms crossed and a similar pout on her face. Like now, staring at you who was happily chatting up the man who ran the shop counter. Smiling at you and giving you tips for things around the house that you had brought up in conversation while he took your items.

You came for a few things bringing goods you'd collected on runs as payment and somehow she'd gotten stuck standing there for twenty minutes as the guy tried his shitty attempts at flirting on you.

The lines going right over your head and barely glancing to Ellie thinking you were just talking to a friend not someone she wanted to bury alive.

"No, and Ellie's always complaining about the leaky sink in her bathroom yet we still have yet to figure it out." You giggled, turning to finally meet your girlfriends annoyed stare silently begging you to leave to go back home already. Having been dragged from there in the first place.

"Y/n.." She very quietly said hoping not to seem rude as you've scolded her before today for her childish begs to leave. It wasn't that she didn't want to be around those people or that she didn't like them, Ellie just wasn't an extrovert and prefered her time spent being with just you.

And you understood that about her, it's something that she loved most about you. That despite your motherly words to tell her to not make it so obvious and rude sounding, you'd leave just a few minutes after. Bringing her home to recharge her social battery, or that's how Joel worded it.

She liked it being just you and her. Not with what the fuck's his name not even glancing at her when you gave her your short reply.

"Alright."

It was with a sweet smile and a soft voice. Turning back to your acquaintance who immediately interrupted your goodbye.

"We should really hang out sometime." You stared at him and nodded even though you had no intention of doing so. Moving your hand just the slightest over to hold Ellie's, squeezing her limb and giving her a reassuring thumb rub on the back.

"Yeah. Everyone's going down to the bar tomorrow you should come." It was friendly, nothing even a bit suggestive in your mind but he seemed disappointed by this. Opening his mouth to talk again when Ellie leaned in and rested her hand on your belly, running along it to grab the bag he gave you.

Trying to silently give him a hint without upsetting you.

But you noticed, you always did, giving her a quick side eye before kissing her cheek.

"It was nice seeing you again Tyler."

Tyler, that's what the fuckers name was.

"Wait, are you guys, like, a thing?"

To Ellie is sounded like disgust or disapproval and she wasn't sure what you were thinking, only that you began pushing her towards the door with half your strength, smiling at Tyler.

"Yeah. What'd you think?" He watched almost dumbfounded by her words while you continued walking her to the door. "I–" "I'll see you later Tyler!"

Somehow you successfully got her back onto the street, grabbing her hand as you walked back to your home in a comfortable yet slightly tense silence.

Ellie deciding that her shed was far too lonely for the next few stormy nights and followed you back to your large home surely built for a family. Yet it was all yours.

"He wanted to fuck you." She said walking up the stairs in front of you, quite frustrated while unlocking and pushing open the door. "Ellie."

You groaned and kicked the door shut locking it up behind you and turning back to her with an uninterested stare. Almost like a 'really?'

"I'm serious!" She proclaimed with her hands out and eyes slightly wide. "Ellie, he was being flirty, and I wasn't interested. I've got something much better." You gave her a grin but she still wasn't sold, watching as you stepped close and swung your arms around her neck, faces just a few inches apart.

"What's wrong?" You then asked seriously, breaking her from her very upsetting thoughts of killing Tyler. Gaze snapping back to yours.

"I hate him." You snorted and stood up on your tippy toes to kiss her cheek, smooshing her face in the process. "I love you though." You muttered against her skin, pulling away and moving to walk off into your living room when she gripped your wrist and spun you face first into her chest.

"Ellie!" She laughed, grabbing you tight around the waist. "He totally wanted you." You pulled your face from her chest and looked up at her. "Really?" You questioned her blankly, wanting her jealousy to only subside but then you met her eyes that were blown up and full of want.

"I'm all yours Ells." "I might need to remind you." She said quietly while you gave her a cheeky glance, walking backwards towards the couch that faced away from you both. "Really?" "Yeah, you sure liked talking to him." "Well maybe I thought he was a good friend." "And maybe I think you need to be taken care of."

You giggled, running around the couch and away from her, Ellie right behind you grabbing you up from around your waist. Hearing your laughter echoing throughout the room.

"It's not my fault your jealous!" "Jealous? M'not jealous." She brushed off cornering you and getting you sit back on the couch and look up at her with your knees pulled up to your chest.

"Mm, you're looking a little jealous there Ells."

Her gaze made you feel so small, like a predator overlooking its prey, but her smile made yours stay. Bashfully keeping her stare while blinking at her innocently.

"Especially when he asked me to hang ou– ah!" She grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you forward, spreading your legs to lean down and kiss you. Gripping your face with one and the other resting on your thigh surely tight enough to leave marks to remind you of this moment for a few days to come.

"And then when he asked if we were together..." You whispered against her lips, her hand slipping down to your neck while your fingertips touched her cheeks keeping her there.

"...you should've seen your face."

Her breath was hot as it picked up and her grip got possessive, the hand around your neck just lightly squeezing. Ellie pushing her body towards your while meeting your lips once again hearing a little whine come from your mouth letting out small breaths once she pulled away again.

Your doe eyed gaze staring into her own, Ellie finding the small pout on your lips rather adorable. Running her thumb across them before her hand snaked down to the bottom of your shirt, twirling it around, staring right into your eyes.

"Mind taking this off for me?"

Without another word you reached down gliding over the back of her hand to take off the top. Pulling it over your head with ease and setting it beside you on the cushion with your pink bra now exposed to her.

All the while keeping your head tilted up at her, knowing how much she loved to see your face.

Ellie moving to kiss your forehead, and then your lips and down to your jaw. Reaching behind you to unclip your bra, lightly pulling it down your arms letting her nails tickle your soft skin kissing over your collarbone in the process.

"I bet he thought about doing this." She said, tone running right between your legs but her stance made you unable to squeeze your legs together to get rid of the ache that had began to drive you crazy.

"Ellie..." "I bet he wished he got to touch you."

Ellie loved it, she did. Because she got to interact with you whenever she pleased, she got to cuddle and talk to you every single day, and it made her feel like a kid on Christmas morning, or how she imagined that they'd feel.

She tossed your bra aside to pair with your shirt her hands then falling to the button of your jeans. Not needing to ask permission by the way you stared at her and moved your hips towards her hands. Ripping the pants from your legs and throwing them aside.

Ellie then fell beside you on the couch. Guiding you into her lap and right on top of her thigh with her hands set on your hips, smiling at your bright stare waiting for her direction.

"But your so pretty, I get it. Who wouldn't want to touch you?"

Her hand came up, resting on your chin to lightly place the pad of her thumb on your lips before pushing her thumb right into your mouth forcing your mouth around it.

"Huh?" Something came out of your throat but was incomprehensible making Ellie laugh a bit. Tilting her head at you, silently teasing you.

Sucking the digit keeping your eyes on her own the entirety of the time; your much smaller hands grabbed her arm while your tongue swirled around her.

Her thigh suddenly jerking up causing a muffled moan to pass from your lips, thumb popping back out to smear your spit onto your lips before fully pulling away.

"What do you want?"

You were catching your breath as she asked that, lips plump and pretty when she pulled you in for another kiss.

"You gotta tell me babe."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Oh yeah?"

You nodded a bit flustered with your face hot especially once she began to move you, shifted your body, her hands again guiding you along to a new position.

Keeping your back against her chest and your legs spread nice and wide for her sat up on her knees, aching cunt still covered by your panties that now had wet spot right in the middle.

And it was all for her.

Ellie's middle finger then just barely glides over it before her head appeared beside yours, kissing your bare shoulder then the side of your neck.

"Jesus." Your breath hitched in your throat as the raspy whisper that became beside your face. Fighting the urge to jerk your hips up towards her touch, wishing she'd just give you an ounce more.

Just a drop.

"Please Ellie." You mumbled, lips pushed out and begging eyes when you turned to her. "Please touch me, please..." Your begs were to cute and she knew that fucker wished he could hear them, she knew and she fucking loved it.

"Take 'em off." You hurriedly pushed up to pull your panties down, and drop them to the floor, a little string of slick coming with them. Ellie's little grin and teasing chuckles resting against your skin and ringing in your ears.

Face going hot even though it wasn't visible. You felt so small under her watchful eye and little remarks. You felt so fucking good though.

"Mm, there you go. Just like that." Her fingers soon arrived right at your slit, her middle and ring finger beginning to rub little circles over your clit. "oh.." you whispered, legs moving farther apart without a thought wanting more without saying a word.

"Ellie..." Her fingers began moving just a big faster, her other hand coming to your thigh, pulling you apart as far as you could manage. Little whispers and whimpers spilling from your lips and cutting through the quiet air.

"Please more...." You sounded on the verge of tears when you spoke, but she knew that you couldn't get enough as her fingers slipped inside of you. A much louder noise making her grin like a cartoon character, kissing your cheek proudly.

"Oh fuck..." "Do you think he's still thinking about you?" You didn't say anything back, Ellie moving faster, her other few fingers on the hand that rested against your thigh began to creep its way towards your clit. "Do you think he's wondering what you're doing right now?" "I dunno–" You managed to mutter out.

Staring right at her fingers while the toyed with you. Pushing against the little bud while quickly pushing in and out of your hole creating a wet sound that swallowed up the room.

"How's that feel?" "Goo–Good. Please faster..." And so she went, thrusting in again and again pressing right up against your special spot making your teeth clench and legs shake. A tingly feeling spreading throughout your lower half. "Ellie..."

She never slowed though, creating a skin on skin noise while pumping her hand. Pushing against your foot with just a bit of force to get you to jump.

"You feel so fucking good.." She whispered to you, watching every little reaction you had to her as your head lolled to the side. Your whines and cries like music and it was her favorite song.

But it wasn't Ryans or Lukes or whatever his fucking name was.

She didn't care anymore, the little green monster had finally been defeated and all she could see was you.

Fucking you.

Adding another finger just to get a reaction out of you and continuing her fast pace that o your mind. Hazy and foggy while staring down at her playing with you, making you feel good.

"Oh my God, m'gonna cum El–" "Cum babe, cum on my fingers."

Your mouth was wide, choking over your words and sentences leaving nothing but a jumbled mess to fall out. Body jerking and spasming as you clenched around her long fingers, your head falling far back as her name fell from your lips like a prayer in a horror movie.

Groans coming from your throat, squeezing her wrists.

"Oh fuck–" You yelled, Ellie tracking your every movement with a lovesick smile on her face, making sure you slowly came down. The feeling of her rubbing and touching you slowly helping you ride out your orgasm.

Until it was too much. Pulling her hands away from between your legs, laying all your weight against her, arms moving around your waist to hold you tight.

"Ellie..." She let you bury your face in her neck as you closed up your legs allowing her to hold you close. "I need to make you jealous more often." You then muttered, playing with the collar of her shirt.

"I'm not done." Her mind drifted back to Matt, or was it Kyle?

"Not yet."

"I love you Ellie."

"Yeah, I love you too. Now get on your hands and knees for me, babe."

"Okay."

A/n: I was so drained the past few days

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