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Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 12

Hey! I'm so sorry that this chapter took a while! This week was a lot and smut takes a lot of energy for me to write because I care about the details and all. But now it is here! Also, I was gonna put a more cute/loving gif of Lucifer for for this one but then I saw this was and I couldn't stop laughing, so here we are. Enjoy~

Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 5.3 k CW: Slowburn, Angst, Prostitution, Hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, depression, anxiety, insecurity, kissing, SMUTTTT (penetration, oral, handjobs, sub/dom, sex toys)

By the end of the day, all your things had been moved over to the hotel. Lucifer had offered to put your things in his room, but you had asked for your own, both because you wanted to have your stuff separate for now... and part of you wanted a separate place to be if you after Lucifer ever had issues come up. You didn't anticipate it happening, but the anxiety that came with a new relationship, especially your first healthy one, left you needing some time to adjust. Lucifer, being the good man that he was, respected it, but not without a little pouting, but you reassured him that you would still be spending every night sleeping by his side.

By the end of the day, you were tired, and honestly, so was Lucifer. The physical and emotional toll of the day had caught up to the both of you and you went to bed early that night. Snuggling up in each other's arms.

The next morning, Lucifer woke up early, excited, with a plan for the day. Lucifer got up and got dressed for the day, gave you a swift kiss on the lips as you laid half awake in bed and whispered, "I have some things I need to do today, but see you later. Ok? You're booked out with me starting dinner time, got it?" You nodded sleepily. He kissed you again, deeper this time. "I love you, Duckie." And then he left to go pick up supplies for his plan with you later.

A little bit later, you finally woke up and laid in Lucifer's- Lucifer and YOUR's bed... that would take some while to get used to. You heard a faint sound of commotion down in the lobby. You decided to get up to see what all the commotion was about, throwing on a basic shirt and shorts. It had been forever since you had gotten to have a slow day and wear clothes that weren't required to make you look like a sex toy, the change was really nice.

You skip downstairs to come face to face with a couple of familiar faces... some of your friends from the brothel! Gemma, Natalie, and Katrina, had all come also wanting to move into the hotel and give redemption a try. They saw how Lucifer and the others had fought for you, and they wanted in on that kind of support, even if they were still going to work at the brothel. You hugs them all and cried happy tears.

"You, uhhh... wouldn't be willing to spare one more hug, would ya, Babydoll?" You turned around at the familiar voice to see Larry standing behind you.

"Larry!" you hugged him, "What are you doing here?"

"Well.." he said sheepishly, "Truthfully, I've been losing the heart to run that brothel over the last several decades... Although business is already up a lot since it got out the Lucifer used my place, haha! We will see what happens... I am still running it, but... I might not be trying to find any new girls is all. Learning about this hotel here... gave me something else to try out... if... you are ok with me being here... that is..."

You smiled at Larry and hugged him again, "Of course I am! Every sinner is welcome here! Just one thing though... my new boyfriend might not be too fond of you calling me Babydoll anymore."

Larry laughed, "Fair enough, wouldn't want to upset him, I already know what that looks like, yeeshh," he said playfully pulling at his collar, "How about just 'doll'?" You nodded with a laugh, "That should work". You helped Larry and the other girls move in most of the day. Luckily you were distracted enough that you did not see Lucifer pop in and out the the hotel several times with supplies.

Eventually it came dinner time and you went off to your own room, to shower and get dressed for the event with Lucifer that night. You walked into your room to find a beautiful black and red dress with matching shoes and a bag next to it with a note saying:

Got you a little something for our first official date, I hope you like it. Love, Luci <3

Your heart swelled, you had no idea how your life had ended up like this, but you were the happiest you had ever been. You sighed happily and went to take a quick shower, did your hair with simple makeup and put on the dress. It fit your dimensions perfectly, like scary perfectly, and had no tag.

Did he have this made for you? This was going to be a lottttt to get used to, you were dating a King. Oh my god, you were dating a King. No... you were dating Lucifer, he could have been a sinner just like anyone else and it wouldn't matter to you. He could fall to an even darker pit of Hell and you would follow him. This must have been how Lilith felt all those years ago. You finished getting ready and you heard a knock on your door at your usual time.

You went to go open the door and saw Lucifer standing in front of you, wearing a more simple suit that was still just as sexy as his normally outfit, but with more black and red details to match you. As you catch his view, he catches yours, and you both look at each other with jaws agape as you take in each other's beauty. Lucifer was so happy that the dress fit you, and in all. the. right. ways. He gave you a prideful smile.

"I'm glad I got the measurements correct," he said with a smirk.

"So it was custom made, how did you know my dimensions?" you smirked back at him.

Lucifer raked his eyes up and down your body, "I'm just... good with spacial awareness." He wiggled his eyebrows.

You chuckled and nodded with a cheeky smile, "Wow, I never thought such a nerdy sentence could sound so hot~" you purred.

Lucifer got a little flustered, "Oh shut up," he grabbed your hand and putted you into a deep kiss. You two stood in the kiss and embrace for a few minutes before Lucifer pulled away, breathing heavily.

"I don't want to get too ahead of myself, we have an itinerary to keep to" Lucifer says as he taps his cane on the floor. Before you can ask what he meant, he teleports the both of you to a secluded room with large windows that overlook the Pride Ring, music softly playing in the background, Swan Lake.

You looked at the view and smiled, "All this for me?" you ask.

"Oh this is just the beginning of our night, my love. And yes, you deserve this and much much more," he kissed both of your hands before taking you to your chair. You and Lucifer ate dinner together, spent hours listening to music, flirting, and eventually got up and started dancing together. This made Lucifer think about how things used to be with Lilith, but he could appreciate that it was different, it was with you.

He dips you and kisses you deeply, running his hands down your frame. His body had been aching for yours all day during the preparations for the night, but he knew he had to be patient just a little longer. We wanted so desperately to claim you, but also, to fill you with all the love and pleasure that he could muster. It was the least you deserved.

Lucifer pulls his head back to be able to look at you as you look up at him, his eyes full of love as he smiled down at you, "I love you my darling, and from this day on, I will make sure you never go a day in your life where you doubt that."

You felt tears well in your eyes, "I love you too, King of Hell, King of my heart. I will do everything in my power to be by your side and love you." You kiss him again as he ends the dip, standing you back upright.

"Are you ready for the rest of the evening?" He said with some flirty mischief in his eyes, wiggling his eyebrows again.

You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, "Oh I am."

Lucifer tapped his cane and you both teleported back to the hotel, in front of your door. "I have one more outfit for you tonight, get changed and come to our room in ten minutes," he asked trying to hide the excitement in his eyes at his plans for you. You nodded.

Lucifer kisses you again, deeper than all of the others, barely able to keep himself from taking you right there in the hallway. He parts and walks back to the room he called both of yours. You smiled and watched him walk away before going into your room. On the bed was another new outfit, who had put that there while you were gone? It was Angel, Angel wanted to help

On your bed, was a simple but elegant robe, the type of robe you would find at a spa or something, and nothing else. What was he up to? Before putting on the robe you also put on a set of lingerie that you had gotten a while ago, just for him to see if he had ever wanted to have sex with you back when he was still paying for your time, but now he got to see it for free, and that made you even happier.

You slipped on the robe, and after ten minutes, you walked down to your shared room with Lucifer and knocked on the door. Lucifer called for you to come in, and you opened the door to the room filled with lit candles, rose petals on the floor, a table over on the side that had stuff on it covered in a cloth, and Lucifer standing near the side of the bed, also wearing a robe that matched yours, this hat and cane off to the side. All you were able to see was his chest exposed down to the V in the robe and his black arms up to his elbows and his black legs to to the knee where they started to transition to white.

You laughed as you walked into the room towards Lucifer, "What is all this?"

Lucifer looked you over, Hells he wanted to rip that robe off of you, "Well... I wanted this all to be special. I know I could just toss you on the bed and probably have my way with you but... I want this to feel different... I don't this to feel like just another job... I want it to feel like love."

His words left a pang in your heart, you got close and cupped his face "You don't have to do all of this for me to feel like that, everything about you makes this feel like love... frankly... I struggled most of the time to see you as just a client... after a while I hated that you were because I wanted for it all to be real."

"Just for both of us to find out it was real the whole time," he said as he nuzzled into your hand, "I love you, and I'm going to spend the reset of the night and every day after showing you just how much I do." Lucifer then pulled you into a deep kiss. Both of you start to explore each other's bodies with your hands a little before Lucifer stops you again.

"Hells, you make it so hard to stop, but I have a plan here," he clears his throat, he is already shaking a little out of excitement and nerves, "You have spent a lot time using your body for others and I want to make you feel good, so I was going to give to a message. Does that sound ok?"

You melted, hell he was sweet and really hot, how could he possibly get more hot? "That sounds amazing actually..."

Lucifer's eyes lit up, "Great! And then uhh... whenever we move on to other activities... I may have uhh... gone with Asmodeus to get like... a bunch of new toys! Hahah... we don't have to use them now, if you don't want to. I just wanted us to have options..." he said pointing over at the covered table on the side.

You looked over at the table and then back at him with lust and mischief filled eyes, tucking a hair behind his ear, "We should probably get the massage started before I start perusing those toys," you purred.

Lucifer's face turn red and his loins stir, he gulps hard as he walked you over to the bed. As you laid down, you looked at Lucifer as you slowly shrugged off your robe and tossed it to the side, leaving you in only your lingerie as you laid down on the bed with your back and ass to the sky. Lucifer raked his eyes across your body and gulped hard again, this is the first time he had seen you this exposed since the night you met, and the memories alone did not do you justice.

He jumped up on the bed beside you, swiping your hair away from your back and covering his hands in massage oil before starting to rub into your back, and beginning his goal of feeling every inch of your body with his hands. He started to work his way down your shoulders, neck, lower back, and it felt amazing for him to touch and for you to experience.

As he moved his hands around your curves, he looked for points of tension and pain, and used a little magic to help in aiding his hands in relaxing you and making your body feel good. His touch feels incredible to you, even without the magic, and you can't help but moan and sigh as he worked your muscles. The attention he gave your back alone was already enough to get you turned on, even though you already had been pretty turned of from all the kisses, but you felt yourself starting to get more wet.

Lucifer held back a moan as he hear you start to sigh at the pleasure of his hands on you. He loved that he was making you feel good, making you feel pleasure. He wanted to worship you, your body. Your body was the alter to the entity that he now wanted to worship for the rest of his life. He felt himself already start to get drunk off the feeling of your soft skin, your beautiful muscles and curves. His hands started to explore more down an arm, down to your hand, working at your palm and trailing kisses down from your shoulder to your wrist before moving to the other arm and repeating the process there before doing the same down each leg.

You continue to moan and sigh as he moved across your body. The massage felt so good but your pussy continued to ache for him, every time he got close to your entrance, you started to shake and moan more. This was not lost on Lucifer, he loved seeing you quiver beneath him, and he wanted to badly to just dive into you... but not quite... he needed to torture you a little more.

He quickly snapped the back of your lingerie top and before you had time to talk, he quickly flipped you over and got on top of you. He straddled you as he slowly undid the tie on the front of his robe and slipped it off of him, leaving him completely exposed above you. You were now able to see the entirely of his well sculpted body, chest, back, hips... and his cock that was already hard and erect for you. Hells it looked incredible, you just wanted it in... so many places... He gave you a long and passionate kiss, with some exchanging of saliva between your mouths, tongues exploring each other before he starts to work to massage to front of your body.

The touch on your front was much more sensual thought than it had been on your body. Lucifer slowly kissed down your neck, your collarbone, your chest, down to you breasts. Lucifer removed the lingerie top the rest of the way before massaging around your breasts, playing with your nipples, kissing and nipping around one, before putting his mouth on it and sucking on it. The nerves in your nipples felt like they were on fire and that each flick of his tongue made your loins start to throb as you groaned. You started to weave you finger though his blonde hair tugged at it a little. He took his time before moving over at repeating the process on your other nipple.

You felt like you were going crazy with lust at this point, you had never been so desperate for someone to enter inside of you. You opened your legs a little, hoping for him to take the hint to just dive in... to devour you.

Lucifer chuckled to himself as he felt your legs shift open, he decided it was time to start ending your torment. As he finished his attention on your second breast, he traced a hand down your stomach and down to your mound, moving the fabric of your thong out of the way before starting to tease your entrance.

You start to pant and groan louder, "Luci, baby please... Please touch me... put your fingers in me... I can't take it... Mmmm.... pleas-uhhH!!!!" You moan louder as he cuts you off mid-plea by sliding a finger into you, and starting to pump it in and out. He was now able to feel just how wet you were.

"Mmm, all of this wetness for me? With how much fucking you do, I wouldn't think you would be such a dripping mess for me, I'm so honored," he purred as he stared up at you from your chest, mischievous lust dancing across him face, burning in his eyes. Slowly, Lucifer added a second and then a third finger into your dripping hole as he continued to finger you and he continued to kiss and nip his way down your stomach and down your thighs. curling his fingers up into your G-spot making you cry out with pleasure.

As soon as his mouth reached your thighs, he removed his fingers, getting better access to bite and kiss his way up your thighs towards your dripping mound, he was pussy drunk just looking at your gorgeous entrance. He looked up into your eyes as be positioned his mouth just above your folds.

"Oh my love, every inch of you is the most exquisite and radiant treasure... are you ready for my tongue to ruin you?" Lucifer growled.

"Yes... Luci, yes please... ruin me... eat me..." you whispered.

Lucifer gave you a wicked smile, "Good... because I've been starving since the day I met you, and it's time for me to eat my fill." Lucifer then enclosed his mouth around your folds and starts to swipe his tongue up and down your entrance before plunging his tongue deep into you.

You let out a scream of pleasure as his tongue assaults your entrance, it was incredible and he had barely started. Every touch from him set your body on fire. You grabbed onto Lucifer's golden locks as he lapped at you with a vicious hunger, as if he had not eaten in eons and your juices were his only source of food. Your screams of pleasure made him rock hard and he started to grind his own crotch against the bed to alleviate some of the need.

Seeing this, you make the decision that you wanted to take a more active role in the pleasure. You figure out how to flip Lucifer on his back, which caught him my surprise, and then you crawled up onto him so that you were hoovering your pussy over his face and were able to get access to his dick.

Lucifer grinned wildly at the sight of your mound hoovering above him, and grabbed both of your thighs to encourage you down until his mouth locked onto your folds again and his tongue was about to gain access to the inside of you again.

At the same time, you reached down and grabbed his dick, which caused Lucifer to moan deeply beneath you. As you started to stroke him more, Lucifer moaned more, and started to thrust his hips up into your hand. You guys try to match each other's pace with each other's pace of licking and pumping.

Lucifer pulled out his favorite trick, which was elongating his tongue inside of you and snaking it around until he heard you sharply inhale, indicating that he had once again found the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. He locked in on that spot and gave it as much attention as he could muster, even though he was finding it a little harder to focus due to the incredible feeling of your gorgeous soft hands on his throbbing shaft.

You and Lucifer continued like this for a while, an symphony of moans and sighs building between the two of you until you couldn't take it anymore, you needed him inside of you.

"Luci... uhhh... baby I need you... Oh hells... I need to feel you inside of me.." You sighed. Without another thought, Lucifer moved his hands up to your stomach and pushed you back onto the bed. He flipped around and crawled up to you, giving you a deep and hungry kiss as he spread your legs apart, finally ripping off your thong completely and discarding to the side so that it would not be in the way anymore. You loved getting lost in the taste of your juices on his tongue.

He broke off for a moment, panting, readying himself, teasing his cock at your entrance. He looked up into your eyes, a fire raging of lust and love as he growled.

"I've wanted this since the moment I saw that gorgeous sinful body of yours, since the day that the divine powers made it so that you were the one that ended up at may door, above anyone else. And now here we are, you naked in my bed, begging to feel the blessings of my cock inside of you? Oh well then I will RUIN you like this every day for the rest of your life, you hear me? This is your eternal punishment now, in my bed, slobbering, drunk off of my cock. Now tell me, darling, tell me what it is you truly desire?!"

You cried out, "I want you to fuck me Lucifer Morningstar!"

And at that, Lucifer started to slide into your entrance. You both moan loudly as you make connection with each other. Lucifer could on contain himself as his wings started to unfold from his back as he railed you. He looked down to see your head thrown back and your eyes rolling, and again he could not contain himself as his demon form emerged. Horns sprouted from his temples, eyes red, claws sharp, and a sharp black tail twisted out from behind him and wrapped its way around one of your thighs.

You looked up to see the new view of his, his angelic an demonic combination of features were so beautiful and terrifying in the sexiest way possible. His hands glided and squeezed along your body, kissing your legs as he held them up. You felt yourself starting to unravel.

"Luci-, oohhh... baby... it's soooo goodd.... I... I'm gonnnaa..." you tried so hard to hold yourself together a little longer.

Lucifer looked down at you with red eyes and growled with a smirk, "Cum for me, baby... let me finally claim that pleasure of yours... I'm so close..."

At his encouragement and growl, you threw your head back and moaned loudly as you felt yourself completely unravel, cumming and contracting around his beautiful cock. As you scream and your walls tightened around Lucifer, he felt himself also come undone as he felt waves of pleasure take him over at he hit his climax, emptying himself into you.

Lucifer then collapsed and rolled over to you side to breathe, "That... was... amazing..." he gasped.

"Ya... it was... fuck..." you weren't ready to had your hands off of him. You pulled him close and started kissing and making out with him again. He rolled back into your embrace to kiss your lips. After a few minutes, hands started to trail around each other's bodies again and you both started to let kisses roam as your bodies grinded against each other. You guys were both ready for another round.

You took Lucifer's shaft back into your hand and you started to pump un and down on it, and it did not take long before it was rock hard again in your hands. You then flipped onto you hands and knees at you continued to stroke his cock, still glistening and wet from your juices. A bead of pre-cum started to form at the tip, which you swiped off with your tongue, causing Lucifer to let out a pitiful moan and grab onto your hair.

"Oh baby... please.." he begged. All of the dominance and power he had earlier was gone, leaving the submissive desperate man you remembered meeting the first night. This reminded you of your plan from that night, you eyes glittered with mischief.

You slid your mouth around the head of his mouth, swirling around the tip before taking as much for his dick into your mouth. Lucifer was already losing it at the tip, but when you dove deeper around him he let out a long pitiful moan.

"Fuccckkkkkkk babyyyyy... ahhhh!!!!" he cried. You continued to pump your mouth up and down his mouth, some times removing your mouth completely to lick up the side from base to tip, and taking his balls into your mouth before returned back to filling your mouth with his cock. After several minutes of this, you stopped and slipped you way off of the bed.

Lucifer looked at you confused and in a happy daze as you walked over the the covered table and removed the cloth. The table was filled with more toys than you had ever seen in your life. The options were limitless, but you were looking for one thing in particular. You scanned the table until you found that you were looking for.

You grabbed a strap on and held it up, and gave a sly smile over to your prey that was still a slobbering mess over on the bed. Lucifer's eyes lit up and he gave you a dazed nod. You then took the strap on and started to secure it to you before strutting back to the bed, letting the shaft sway from side to side.

Lucifer slipped off the bed and got in his knees in front of you, taking the plastic phallus in his mouth to kiss and suck on it as well as the surrounding skin of your hips. You enjoyed the view of Lucifer on his knees in front of you for a minute, before you reach down his hand to tip his face up and make him you up at you.

You smirked at his submissive gaze up at you, "Up. On the bed," you commanded.

Lucifer nodded and scrambled onto the bed on all fours, his back arched and and up and ready for you. You grabbed a small tube from the table before slowly making your way back to the edge of the bed, putting a dollop of lube on your fingers before starting to massage his entrance. He gawked and moaned in response, especially he you started to work a finger in, and then two. It had been forever since Lucifer had been pegged, and hell did he miss it. He loved being at someone else's command, not needing to think for a minute. It was pure bliss.

You then started to spread some lube around the plastic of the strap on tip and shaft, making sure there was enough as not to hurt him. You positioned yourself to tease his entrance while you reached forward and grabbed around his throat, pulling him back, and you whispered in his ear.

"Now... are you ready for me to take you back to Heaven, darling?" you growled in his ear.

"Y-yes... yes mommy," he whimpered before you let go of the grip on his neck and slowly eased yourself into him. Lucifer let out a long moan as you slid into him. He dropped back down to all fours, and as you started pumping, he matched your pace in response. He felt so full and high on the feeling of you inside of him. As he got used to it, you started to pump faster and faster, his moans getting louder and louder. You waved your fingers through his hair, griping it and pulling his head back as you railed him, the grip of his hair making him moan and cry even louder, tears of pleasure running down his cheeks. Lucifer reached down and started to stroke himself as you pounded him. You took his other arm and held it behind him, forcing his face with squish into the bedding, muffling his cries.

After a while, Lucifer couldn't take it anymore, "Baby...oh hells... I need... mmmm... I need to fuck you... I beg of you." It made you so wet to see him like this, to have this power over him and to be pleasuring him in this way.

You cocked your head to the side and stopped you momentum while inside of him, and you pull him back up so you could whisper in his ear, "What is the magic word, Luci?" you purred.

"Mmmm... ahhh... p-please?" she whined. You obliged, removing yourself and replacing him on the bed on all four. Lucifer made quick of work of getting you in the same position you had just had him in, but with both hands behind your back as he quickly entered you and began pounding you again, screaming and moaning. You were sure the whole hotel could hear you, but you guys didn't care. It didn't take long until you both were reaching climax again and came at the same time before falling on the bed again in an exhausted heap.

Once he caught his breath, Lucifer pulled you in close, to cuddle against your naked body. Your bodies felt like magic against each other. He wanted to do nothing else other than hold you the rest of the night, you guys had the rest of time to try out the rest of the toys. He found your hand and laced his fingers in with your as he looked in your eyes. All you saw in each other's eyes was love and joy.

"y/n, I love you so much. Now and forever."

"I love you too, Lucifer."

You pulled Lucifer into another passionate kiss.

As you drifted off you sleep in Lucifer's arms, you whispered "I'm so happy we found each other, found love... in a hopeless place."

THE END

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Lost cause? 1 : everythings gone?

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook × female!Reader

Genre: Established relationship/ marriage, angst, panic attack (TRIGGER WARNING) heartbreak, INFIDELITY (do not read if this content triggers you) also, 18+, Please read the author's note.

Words: 5.3k words

Summary: You always wondered, how would your life turn out to be if you and Jungkook had a baby? So, when you finally conceive and decide to tell your husband, that you are pregnant, you didn't expect him to drop this bomb on you. You never would've thought that the surprise you planned would end up in agonized tears because of the shock your husband brings you.

Authors note: hi everyone! Welcome, to the people who are reading this for the first time and I apologize to the people who have already read this and were disappointed that it got deleted. This was my first ever drabble on this app, but because of people giving so much love to this story, I decided to write another part of it. And since not every story or the ending or the writer is perfect, some people didn't like the part two.

Since this story is slightly related to a trauma that I personally experienced, I tried to convince people that people have different approaches towards these situations and people might also want to try again if their partner cheats. Not giving a chance again was my approach, since my situation was different.

Anyways, I updated the second chapter and some people called my OC dumb. So I tried making slight changes in the story and saved it in the drafts. But then I updated this app and my story got deleted from the drafts, which I apologize for with my whole heart. I am sorry if I disappointed any of the lovely readers by deleting the story, for the new readers, I hope you enjoy this drabble! Love you, hehe.

So here it is once again! The Lost cause.

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Today's a very special day, Jeon Jungkook, your husband, would be back from his 10-day trip to Busan, courtesy of the company he worked his ass off for. Also, you had an announcement to make, speaking of which, you place the single candle on the dinner table finishing your preparations for the date night you planned.

You were pregnant, finally pregnant. After so many tries. You got so happy when the results came but since Jungkook was on a trip, you decided to keep it a secret until he comes back.

Anxiety, excitement, happiness, and maybe fear. What if he does not get happy listening to the news? These emotions are giving you a feeling that you are not able to place in your head quite clearly, but as soon as the sound of keys rattling reaches your ears, a smile appears on your face and the joy wins the race with every other feeling.

You run towards the gate and hide against the wall that was attached to the door giving you a spot big enough to put up your wedding picture frame. As soon as the door opens you jump and whisper-yell a 'boo', which was meant to be adorable but made him gasp and drop his luggage on the floor.

You pick up the phone that he dropped and you chuckle, hugging him you whisper in his ears, "I missed you baby."

When he doesn't hug you back your body tenses a little bit but before you can pull back he pulls you towards him and buries his head in your neck inhaling your scent. "I missed you too." You listen to him repeat the statement like a mantra, leaning back a little you look into his eyes...

Was he crying?

"Hey baby, I love you, okay?" You kiss him, trying to assure him of your presence. Inhaling his natural scent which was also mixed with a few cigarettes. You frown in the kiss when you realize something is off because of the way he just kept his lips frozen.

Also, the cigarettes were a symptom of stress, but you don't pay attention to the smoky scent and kiss him trying to make him relax. All the excitement drained out of you and now you were worried that you did something wrong.

The way he was holding you tightly but also with hesitation, 3 years of a relationship along with 2 years experience in marriage has taught you both, the body language you both can show and it made you a bit worried.

You step back to look at him properly and see that he had dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was disheveled. It looked as if he had run through by his hand many times. He does it again, proving your theory.

It's a nervous trait of his.

The single drop of tear dropping on his chin tells you something is wrong, his chest heaving as if trying to contain and also let out something. You realize he hasn't even looked at you once.

"Kook?" Hearing the nickname he opens his eyes to look at your face for a second and then looks away.

"Are you okay? Is everything okay? Did something happen baby?" The soft questions in a whisper-like voice made him tear up and say a distant 'yeah just missed you so much.'

You look at his face that was focusing on the picture you hung on the wall from your honeymoon trip, the hills in the background of the picture making you smile at the memory of your husband whining like a baby because of the cold.

The picture even has his nose red and all scrunched up while you were posing with a big smile on your face, your chin resting on his shoulder with your hands in his jacket pocket while you hugged him from the back, fitting into each other like puzzle pieces.

You both look at the picture and after some seconds of zoning out, you chuckle and say sorry for not even letting him in and jumping on him, he shakes his gaze off the painting and rushes to close the door before he takes his shoes off and just tumbles across the hall when you notice.

His shoes...

He never has his shoelaces untied. Cursing your overthinking brain you tell it that maybe he is tired and just wanna rest.

"You know I ordered a big pizza meal but then canceled it cause I suddenly changed my mind. It amazes me that I can change my mind in 35 seconds.." you chuckle at how fast you felt nausea set in your stomach when you ordered the pizza and just keep on talking, still nervous about how you're gonna tell him everything. "But then I decided to cook some steak which I couldn't cause I suddenly had a headache, so I decided that you can suggest something and we can order while you showe- where are you going, kook?"

You say in a confused tone when you see him opening the balcony door letting the cool air inside.

"Just need some air, Y/N"

You flinch at how he takes your full name, and you realize it must've been your rambling that you sent him to the balcony for air. You feel sorry and walk towards the balcony where he just stares at the city from above, the sun still setting into the horizon painting the sky a pretty shade of purple mixed with a crimson red.

"I'm sorry if I annoyed you baby, just excited you are back. You wanna shower first or eat something? You seem tired." He shakes his head at your question rocking your body a bit with his since you have yours attached to his back like a koala.

"Can I get some time alone, Y/N...please?" You pull back with your eyebrows knitted together at his sudden request which makes you feel something in your stomach. Something bad.

"Um, okay. Take your time.." you step back into the lobby when suddenly you feel nauseous and you run towards the bathroom with a hand clutched over your mouth.

Oh no. Not yet

Rushing into the bathroom you fall onto your knees in front of the pot, pouring out almost everything you had this morning. Jungkook comes running after you kneeling down immediately beside you, holding your hair back which you were not doing a good job at.

He rubs your back as you cough and try to breathe at the same time not being able to pay attention to his 'are you okays' or 'hey what happened' or 'it's okay, it's okay I am here'.

When you feel like you have nothing left in you, you sit up a little to flush the remnants of your indigested food into the sewer, falling back against the wall connected to the shower cabinet.

You breathe heavily and try to calm down when you notice a big pair of doe eyes looking at you in concern, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you try getting up.

"I am sorry, you didn't have to help, seriously. You're tired, go take a shower then we can eat something okay?" You try to leave the tensed guy's embrace but he stops you, looking at you from top to bottom examining you as a doctor while you turn to use some mouthwash.

"I didn't have to help? You were literally wrenching your gut out, are you even okay?!" He asks you in a terrified voice turning you towards him after you spit out the mouthwash.

You, not wanting to worry him more because of his earlier wanting to be alone statement, just hold his face in both of your hands telling him that it was stale rice that you had in lunch. Whispering an 'oh', he immediately takes his hands away from your face and asks you to be careful, adding a little please at the end making your heart swell with love.

You both stand there silent while the tap water runs in the background. You turn back to turn it off after some seconds and break the silence by telling him that he can shower as long as he wants and you can order something in the meanwhile.

Walking towards the door, you ask, "Chicken?" he looks at you for a second and breathes a 'yeah'. You smile and lean in to kiss his cheeks telling him not to take too long cause you have to talk about something.

"Me too," he says in an almost inaudible voice, giving him a little nod, you walk back into the kitchen.

After a long 42-minute shower, according to your phone clock, he comes out in a killing t-shirt and sweatpants combination. Smelling his body wash from 2 feet away you feel the comfort seeping into you. You hug him, inhaling his natural and soapy scent, running your hand in his damp hair and scratching his scalp, you chuckle.

"There's my perfect and not-so-travel-worn husband." You were about to start the conversation that lead to the announcement, when suddenly he buried his nose in your neck, sniffling and you feel his arms tightening around you, him mumbling an 'I am sorry' into your shoulder accompanied with little drops that dampen your t-shirt's collar.

You try to pull back to talk to him but he doesn't let you, his body starts shaking as he starts to fully sob. Your heart picks up its pace as you've never seen him like this. Doubting himself or the relationship, you feel a pang in your heart as if something bad is about to happen.

"Jungkook, hey, what's the matter? Are you okay?" You pull back putting in a lot of strength and see how his face is red and his tears are just flowing out.

"Hey look at me.." you try to make him face you but he just shuts his eyes trying to face away from your concerned orbs. He suddenly sits down on the chair with a thud slipping from your hold, he clutches his head and keeps on sobbing and coughing and crying. You try to calm him down with big wide eyes filling with tears as well, at seeing the pain he is in but its as if he can't hear you or your words.

You can swear you heard him say 'I fucked up, I fucked up. I am so fucking sorry.' Your heart sinks and you kneel in front of him, taking his hand in yours. Pressing short kisses on his tattooed fist, after a lot of struggling you finally make him look at you and the expression makes you doubt the curiosity in you because you have this feeling...

Sitting up on your knees coming face to face with him, he stares at you, sniffling, his eyes and his nose all red, lips quivering. "I love you Jungkook okay? trust me, tell me what happened please?" You say softly but firmly, confirming to him that he had to tell everything about the guilt and disgust he felt towards himself. How he wanted to just go back in time, to revert the fuck up he did, which is gonna ruin everything, everything he built, everything he had in this relationship. The love, the trust, he could see everything breaking including you and your heart.

Not being able to keep his eyes on you, he looks down at his lap and you have a feeling you're not gonna like his next words. Tightening his hold on your hands he said...

"I cheated on you."

The silence between you two, after hearing the words come out of his mouth, was deafening. You can't even hear your heartbeats, did it stop? Is this a dream? A nightmare if precisely termed. You feel the air in your lungs escaping and a panic setting inside you.

"It happened just once, I am sorry. I don't know why I did it. I am really sorry. I don't know what to do.." he keeps going on and on, you are looking at him but nothing reaches you.

There is this ringing in your ear that doesn't seem to stop and after a good 1 or 2 minutes of looking blankly at the body shaking and sobbing in front of you, you realize that you went blank. All the apologies and curses that were pointed at him were not even entering your ears.

When the realization hit, you felt all alone in the room, with silence, slow breaths, panic, and the 'feeling of a life growing inside you.' Questions. A lot of questions, came running at you with knives and swords piercing through your heart.

Why? Were you not enough?

Did he fall out of love?

Did you do something wrong?

Did you gain weight?

Did you not give him satisfaction anymore?

Were you ever insensitive?

Did you bore him?

Were you not exciting anymore?

Did you cross some boundaries of his privacy?

Should you've worn more makeup?

Should you have gotten that surgery your aunt suggested?

Did you annoy him?

Will he leave you?

Would you have to beg?

Will you beg?

What about the pregnancy?

Should you tell him?

What if he leaves?

What if you are left alone?

Do you even want to live a life alone, without him?

And many more...

The unfocused look in your eyes and the loosening grip of your hands made him jolt up in the chair and hold your hands tighter, pulling you towards his body, he left your hands and held you by your shoulders, trying to shake you out of the panic. He can almost read the questions in your eyes. He can explain, and he wants to, but he needs you to get back to him. Back to the lobby where you were looking into his eyes but still were not able to hear or see or feel him.

"Y/N. Look at me. Hey, Y/N, focus baby. Talk to me, please. Yell at me. Scream. Hit me. Just talk please." He shakes you and your body responds with a limp movement which makes him leave the chair and get down on the floor.

The anxiety, the panic, the betrayal, all making your breathing ragged. You want to scream but your body doesn't respond. You've been cheated a lot of times in your life, many times. Including the one time a guy used you for a bet to prove to his friends that he can fuck you. From grade 5th, the bullies of your school had bets on who can slap your ass or grope you in the hallways or in the classroom. Which forced you to shift to another school.

Making new friends was never easy for you and since everyone behaved well to you first and then betrayed you in the past, you had trust issues. So any guy who said he liked you, the issues that made the relationship difficult, ended up with him dumping you or the famous cheating situation. After 5 and a half years of isolation from friends and love since nothing made you feel secure. You finally found Jungkook who proved in every single way that he can be your friend and lover at the same time. You didn't need anyone else. And as of now, if not him, you have no one. This leaves you with another question. Are you gonna end up lonely in that depressing, dark pit where you cried and even if you were surrounded by four groups of people, no one gave a fuck.

The thoughts hit you like a punch in the gut and the amount of shaking Jungkook had you get out of the daze and finally focus on him. Looking at his face you remember everything you guys have done. The kisses, the movies, the cuddles, the teasing, the late-night walks, the crying sessions, the fights, the sex...

Before you can even think about the following genres of your memories, you push him back and clutch your head. Falling forward with your knees still tucked under your thighs, you pull your hair to stop the pain in your head and let out a screech that makes Jungkook sob harder.

He doesn't wanna see you like this, your body shivering, and the way your hands are shaking and your loud cries and wails that he never wanted to be the reason for. He knew your past. He knew every fucking thing. How could he do this to you? He vowed that he will never make you cry, he literally would kill anyone who made you upset.

Now, what should he do with himself?

You gasp as you take in the air, your body falling back as you reach for something on the ground to get support from. Jungkook tries to reach out to you but you yell at him to stay away as you start imagining pictures in your head of him kissing someone, moaning someone else's name, coming for someone else. You look at his face that was still crying and had his fists clenched on the marble floor.

"Why?" You ask between sobs not wanting to hear an answer, mostly talking to yourself. Listening to which he cries harder, crawling towards you he tries to hold your hand. But you struggle against him, trying to push him again but he pleads in front of you to listen to him explain.

"No!" You scream and push him off. Making him fall back against the floor, and you even stop for a second to check on him if he is hurt, but you continue, sobbing, when you see that he is okay.

"Was I not enough for you?! Why did you, out of all the people, You! have to prove that I am not worth putting people's time into?! What am I supposed to do huh?" you kneel in front of his body that was hesitant to reach out but wanted to comfort your panicked state. "You tell me Kook...Do you expect me to forgive you? Or do you expect me to trust you again and just forget that this.." you move your pointer finger towards both of you pointing towards your chests, "..ever happened?"

Getting up you get a dizzy feeling in your head and you can feel the room spinning. You lean against the kitchen counter. Tears never stopping. You look at him who was getting up to sit on the chair and constantly looking down at the floor.

Suddenly you can't breathe without asking him the questions in your mind and you wanted to know, Why? Who? Where?

"Who was she?" You ask not able to hide the little crack in your voice as you looked at your husband, who promised to love you. Forever.

"She was the manager in the club I went to celebrate with Hyungs." He speaks up without hesitation knowing that he owes an explanation. That easy? Was it that easy to forget about you and fuck another girl?

"What was her nam- actually no I don't wanna know..." you felt bile rise in your throat at the thought of knowing her name, so after a pause, you got the courage to ask him, "Did you fuck her?" He looked at you flinching at the choice of your words.

"No." He said looking away tears still flowing. Before you could ask further, he explained himself. "I-no, I didn't fuck her, does it matter what we did? I am sorry Y/N, just please look at me?" He begged as he stood up to walk up to you.

You chuckled sarcastically, no humor present in your voice. You looked up and saw guilt in his eyes as he stopped in his way when he heard you let out a half-hearted laugh. It hurts to see him cry but you can't help but feel the pain in your chest overlapping your love. You doubt if you should even tell him about his baby. It was supposed to be a surprise but clearly, your husband had better surprises planned.

You really want to, but you can't really see a future ahead of you now.

"We. It is such an easy word right, kook?" You look at the ground thinking about how he used the word so easily which was supposed to be only yours and his.

"We. Us..." You look up at him and say through clenched teeth, "..It matters Jungkook tell me. What exactly happened. I want to know where exactly I went wrong for you to go seek help somewhere else."

He wanted to protest but you shush him with an adamant,

'Tell me Jungkook'.

He looks at his feet and you prepare yourself for the heartbreaking details. "We met-.." he looks at you and changes his words "I met her when she came to ask if our group needed something. Namjoon Hyung introduced all of us since she was his old friend. They wanted to celebrate the deal and since she was Hyung's friend, we invited her, and I..I don't know what happened but I got really drunk and I just went to wash my face but she j-just grabbed me and pushed me against the wall and.." he started snuffling and you felt your body shaking and long, heavy breathes leaving your lungs, eyes squeezed shut, with clenched fists, trying to hear the whole story without breaking down. "She started kissing me a-and w-we just kissed and.."

He pauses pleading for you to not let him continue.

"Continue please.." he can hear your heart, your voice, and your demeanor breaking at the same time. "Y/N please.." hearing this, you look at him with eyes that were emotionless, telling him that he fucking owes this much to you.

All the while he was speaking, you think about the baby, the little person who did nothing wrong. Will his or her father leave? You feel your breath slipping away at the thought but you control the urge to scream until he finishes.

"..and then we just gave each other a handjob.." you flinched at the term making your knuckles go white. He sounds so distant, so small, the guilt eating him up.

"Did you cum?" you ask him, eyes shut as if trying to avoid the answers. He sighs and mutters a 'yes'. You inhale sharply trying to gasp for air looking up at the ceiling, "did you make her cum?"

He feels the knot in his throat fighting the food he ate earlier which was trying to come out, guilt and disgust seeping into his veins. This sounds so disgusting and you sound so broken. Your breathing making him feel pathetic. But after gathering some courage he admits cause he had to answer you.

"..yes."

It was supposed to happen if they did that kind of stuff but it made you feel sick to the stomach. You feel the world spin and you wonder if there is a chance that a nightmare could feel so true.

You don't know what comes over you when you call his name softly.

"Jungkook?"

He looks up at you with blurry eyes and you reach up to his hand to hold it against your belly. The moment you see him realize, you start crying breathlessly, hiccups making it harder to breathe. His eyes sparkle for a second when he understands that finally, he fulfilled his dream which was to be a father but loses it as soon as he realizes that he fucked up bad and what he did was irreversible, and also that he has ruined three lives altogether.

Him.

You.

And the baby.

His eyes lose color as soon as you drop his hand so that you can cover your crying face with both your hands, not knowing what you're gonna do now.

He steps back as he realizes what he has done. You and he have been trying for half a year and when he got the chance to be a father, to be a perfect husband, a chance to help you sit up, feed you, to do stuff for you cause you won't be able to do, since you would be having a big belly, with his baby inside. Who will one day hold his hand and call him 'dad', he wanted to help you get through the labor so that he could hold the baby in his arms taking in his or her features while you sleep because you'd be exhausted, then have a family picture taken in the hospital, and get it framed to put on the bedside wall.

You just keep sniffing after crying for a time you or he couldn't measure. Your body is not able to move. Your thoughts whirl inside your mind and you don't realize when you black out.

Jungkook heard how your hiccups stopped gradually, making him look upward to see how you passed out and now had your head resting on the wall behind you. Your body was cold and your face was wet with tears. He carries you to your bedroom and tucks you in, feeling sick when he sees your face and nose red. Black trails on the cheekbones. He tries to rub the smudges off but pulls his hand back when he realizes that he lost his right to do all this.

He places a glass of water on the nightstand which was his daily habit, cause he knows you wake up at the midnight, searching for water with grabby hands and whining until he gets you some.

You were his princess whom he liked to spoil even after your complaints of being a spoiled brat because of him, always smiling when he called you his baby. He made sure you didn't have to leave the comfort of your bed. He remembers how you smiled looking at him with your big doe eyes filled with love which were now red because of him.

He turns off the lights in the room to make sure your eyes don't strain while you sleep. Because he would not sleep next to you, to help you get your relief by burying your head in his chest to avoid the lights. He lost this privilege.

All these emotions made him feel nauseous but nothing comes up. The feeling sitting inside him as he watches your pale face being lit under the moonlight coming through the gap in the window curtains. He didn't realize how the clock turned from 07:35 in the evening to 01:05, midnight.

He sat on the floor next to your hand, not even daring to touch you trying to think of ways to solve this. When he doesn't he cries muffling his voice in his arms so that you don't wake up, he doesn't want to leave you alone, afraid of you getting up due to a nightmare or the morning sickness.

He doesn't realize when he falls asleep, but when he wakes up he doesn't find you anywhere in the room, not even in the bathroom. Calling out your name in panic, he runs out to the lobby where he doesn't find you either. He calls for you in a scared voice when the cool air from the balcony caressing his face tells him that you were on the balcony.

He rushed towards you and saw how you were crouched down on the floor sipping coffee or tea. It might be tea coz you don't like coffee in the morning. 'It makes me talk bitter' you told him once at the beginning of your relationship. The memories made him smile.

Walking inside the balcony area decorated by you as soon as you both moved into the apartment 8 months ago, with plants, wall hangings, colorful pots, and a set of chairs with a little round table for your balcony date nights you had on Saturdays.

Sitting down he sees that your eyes are still swollen and he understands you were crying before he woke up. He wants to caress your swollen skin but he doesn't have the right to anymore. So he just sits across you on the balcony floor looking at the floor underneath him.

After finishing the tea you keep the empty mug on the floor with a clink and without looking at him and focusing still on the empty utensil, you softly speak, "Kook, I don't know, I-I just... I love you and I don't think that would change ever but..." he squeezes his eyes, dreading your next sentence.

I just don't know if I can see you, or feel the same way for you as I did before, b-but... I think our child should be born with both parents being able to be around each other." he looks up at you with hopeful eyes.

"That does not mean that I would be able to forgive you, Kook. You broke my heart, Jungkook. I am strong. But I am not that strong to let you back in my life. After what happened to me in the past, this was my last straw and I hope you know that I loved you with everything I had... I still do. But I just can't." You breathe out.

You feel your heart clench at the way he opens his mouth to say something but closes it the moment you start tearing up. He looks at his lap again, soft sniffles coming from his direction.

You don't want to leave, but you get up to leave the balcony with Jungkook still looking at the floor not able to make eye contact with you.

With your back towards him, you say, "I am going to live at my mom's house for some time until I find an apartment or maybe until our baby is born, I do not want to stay here.." looking around you feel your heart sinking as every spot that screams about the time you've spent here.

"...the memories will fucking kill me. Also, you can...um, visit if you want, as I w-want you to be an equal part of the child's life as I am, just.." he looks up at you with teary eyes at your pause, ".. don't expect to be a part of my life, Kookie. It won't be easy for me but I can't risk it. I have to take care of us"

And he looks away with watery eyes when he realizes that you were not talking about the three of you but just the baby and you.

Seeing him try to control his breathing, you couldn't help but walk back into the balcony to kneel in front of him. Muscle memory, you guess. Leaning forward, you put your hand on the other side of his face and give a peck to his cheek, he holds your wrist softly in place not wanting to let you go, and you both sob simultaneously while inhaling the air as if breathing is the most difficult thing in the world.

You feel your heartbreak at the Irony. He used to be your safe space. He helped you breathe.

You put your forehead against his and let his scent get absorbed and engraved in your mind. One last time. But you know you have to be strong. Your past has ruined your trusting instincts and now Jungkook just put the cherry on top.

You mumble a little 'I love you' before nudging his nose with yours as he tries to not let you go, but eventually does cause he didn't dare to stop you after doing you wrong. You get up to leave when you hear a silent 'I love you too' followed by a wave of muffled sobs leaving his mouth.

You let the tears fall openly and vulnerably as you leave the apartment, breaking down as soon as you reach your car. You glance at the plushie sitting on your dashboard he gave you after winning at an arcade.

The little squishy duck looking at you with pity in its plastic eyes, as it now has witnessed your most happy moments and the most dreadful ones in approximately 8 months.

Was everything over? You and Jungkook? Your perfect fairytale? Your perfect family? The dream you've been dreaming of forever, the child and the kid's room, the house in the countryside, everything?

was it all gone, forever?

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Things of Note at @neil-gaiman ‘s NJPAC talk:

1. Do you people understand that he switches into accents when he reads? Do you people know he does a perfect Michael Sheen impression? did you know it’s also hot

2. He used to cold call publishers/mags to see if they’d publish his work. He’d lie when asked what other magazines he wrote for; they’d think he was more legitimate and would, therefore, be more likely to take him on themselves. “You couldn’t get away with that now” thanks to Google. Also, back then, “we had telephones and we used them,” but today’s publishers would not easily recover if you unexpectedly called them on the phone.

3. It was a personal point of pride for Neil to write for each of the magazines he’d claimed to have written for. He said “I didn’t lie. I was chronologically challenged.”

4. Neil made a deliberate effort to not be boxed in by publishers. He’d interviewed many authors who were unhappily boxed and did everything he could to avoid it, including declining big contracts from prestigious publishers (notably after American Gods). This is why he can write what he likes now. Comics writing spoiled him in this regard, as publishers mistook the medium for a genre, and therefore didn’t care what he wrote (so he wrote all the genres he wanted to in Sandman).

5. He hates Thomas Hardy thanks to being introduced to him in school. Regarding being forced to read Tess of the D’urbervilles, he said “I wouldn’t do that to a dog”. He hopes students, who might have liked him if they found him on their own, don’t encounter his work in school and hate him for it.

6. “The evil characters (you write) don’t possess you, you try to find the little bit of you in them….the little bit of you that is gloriously evil.”

7. “I touched the magic and passed it along” this was a line from Watching from the Shadows that especially moved me.

8. Terry was increasingly upset as the bidding on Good Omens increased (eventually reaching 150,000 - can’t remember if he said $ or £). For his part, when the book finally sold, Neil put on Iggy Pop’s Success and danced.

9. Anansi Boys should be out on Prime by the end of 2024!

10. Described Sandalphon as someone you want to “hit with a large oar”. (The woman next to me, who was extremely stingy with her applause, hooted like an owl at this and clapped til the last).

11. Pronounces Amazon as “Ama-zin” and Los Angeles as “Los Angelese”. This isn’t noteworthy, but I liked it enough to write it down.

12. “Being on a beach in bare feet” was the line that led Neil to realize David Tennant would be perfect for Crowley.

13. He is pictured on the ALA’s poster holding Wind in the Willows because, as a child, “it messed up my head.” He said he is “in love” with a chapter in the middle called The Piper at the Gates of Dawn where the characters meet Pan. It’s often left out of printings, which makes him sad because it is “strange, beautiful, luminous”.

14. TOATEOTL was originally planned to go to Broadway. Then, Covid. They did a “world tour” instead. Now that it’s wrapped, talks about Broadway are happening. He says all of adaptations of his work, this is his favorite.

15. “Disney’s Aladdin plays four times a day in Hell”

16. His favorite question of the night was “WHY did you think of the Other Mother?” He was tickled by the word choice of “why”

17. Asked the library in Sussex “What have you got in the way of really good horror for four year olds?” Obviously none existed so he wrote Coraline.

18. Talked about going viral for being in a falafel, seemed to marvel at the progression of the meme’s meaning.

19. “Tumblr is its own madness”

20. “Stephen King has fabulous stories about meeting fans in toilets, including being passed a book under the stall”

21. Read “The Day the Saucers Came” which I misheard initially as Sauces. Saucers is definitely better.

22. “You want to see me doing Dickens?” I laughed inappropriately at this. I was the only one.

23. I don’t want to say what pieces he read because I want you to buy tickets to his events. But it was very nice to be read to by Neil Gaiman.

It’s very worth it to go. I flew out from San Diego for this and would do it again in a heartbeat!

#neil gaiman

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 1 year

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Friday Fight Night

Chapter Four of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Five

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3.4K

Chapter Overview: You help Benny and the guys get ready for FFN.

Notes: this chapter is just a bit shorter than what i usually like to post, but i didn't have a lot of time to write this week & i'm actually content with where i ended it ! sometimes u just have to stop a little short so u don't just start typing random shit to meet a bullshit word count u give urself u know? i updated the tag list so if i missed u PLZ LET ME KNOW & i will add u asap !! well as usual...my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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Why is this so difficult? It's just like every other day at work, except for the fact that it's not. You have been standing in front of your closet for a good 10 minutes now just looking at your clothes. Suddenly nothing seems good enough to wear. Maybe something would be good enough if you knew how to dress for a fight. Should you wear workout gear? No, you weren’t the one fighting. Should you wear a tank top and a tennis skirt? Probably not if it gets as rowdy as Benny says it will.

“Just pick a fucking outfit, you idiot.” You chastise.

After yet another once over of your closet you pick out a worn, white t-shirt with an image of Speed Racer on it. It had definitely seen its glory days years ago when you were still in college. If it worked then, it should work now. You take it off its hanger, along with some jeans, and put it all on. You’re tying your shoes when your phone chimes next to you.

???: Hey, we will be getting to the gym around closing time. Are you staying to help Benny set up?

???: Oh, this is Frankie BTW

Seeing his name on your screen makes your chest tighten with excitement. You obviously gave him your number so he could text you, but now it feels so real. Something about Frankie texting ‘BTW’ makes you giggle to yourself as you sit on the floor.

You: Yes, I figured I would make myself useful. No point in going home since the fights start at 10:00 P.M. and I might lose my parking spot.

You have to set your phone down before you overthink the most basic text you have ever sent in your life. Just for good measure, you leave it on your bed while you go into the bathroom. Despite your best efforts to remain nonchalant about the whole situation, you find yourself putting on a little more makeup than usual. By the time you have wrapped up and returned to your room an unread text is waiting for you.

Frankie: Good thinking. See you tonight then.

The rest of your morning has a bit more pep in it than before.

***

Your day at the gym passes by as usual. The only two exceptions were a truck load of last minute Friday Fight Night tickets sales and then compliments on how the gym was smelling. You made a mental note to smack Benny upside the head for throwing such a temper tantrum about it. In between customers you found yourself checking your phone more than you regularly do. You told yourself that it was just because you were excited about the fights and were counting down the minutes and not because you were hoping to receive another text from Frankie. Unfortunately, lying to yourself never really works out.

In an effort to keep yourself occupied, you answer emails from people that are applying for a gym membership, make laps around the gym to see if you need to replace any of the wipes used to clean the machines, and collect all of the dirty towels for a load of laundry. Much to your dismay, these tasks don’t take very long to complete. By 3:30 P.M. you reluctantly slink back to the front desk where the single most unwanted guest is waiting.

“There she is! My favorite receptionist! I’m still interested in knowing your name, darlin’.”

“Good afternoon, Brunson.” You plop yourself down in your chair and pull up the schedule on the computer. “Just working out today? I don’t see that you’re with Benny.”

“You caught me. I want to make sure that I’m in good shape when I fight in a few weeks time.”

For a few blissful seconds you allow yourself to indulge in the idea of Brunson getting clocked, hard, right in the jaw.

“Well, enjoy yourself.” You scan his card quickly in an attempt to move him on his way.

“I always do so when you’re here.” He clicks his tongue at you while he walks past your desk.

“God, he’s insufferable.” You mumble to yourself.

It’s 4:00 P.M. when Benny finally ventures up to the front lobby with you.

“Where have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you all day, man.”

“Because you haven’t,” He covers his face with his hands and whines into them before coming back up for air. “At first I couldn’t find where the white board I used to write out the fightin’ pairs was. Then there was somethin’ wrong with the beer delivery and they kept me out back for fuckin’ ever. That isn’t even coverin’ all the one on one sessions I've had today or the ones I’m still goin’ to have.”

It’s breaking your heart to see how stressed out he’s getting with all of the things he has to juggle today. You get out of your chair, walk over to him, and rub on his shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s going to be alright, Benny. I’m staying after work to help you set up and Frankie told me that the guys are coming to help around closing too. You won't be in this alone for much longer.”

He places both of his hands on his hips and exhales deeply.

“Thank you,” You can see the earnestness in his eyes. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. That’s what friends are for, right?”

He smiles down at you from his 6’2 frame and before you can move he pulls you in for a deadly tight hug.

“Benny!” You can’t stop laughing. “Let me go this fucking instant!”

“Friends like hugs from other friends, right?” He yells over your incessant protesting.

“I’m going to kill you, you know that?!” Your tone of voice doesn’t even sound remotely serious.

Eventually you get him to unlatch himself from you so the two of you can finish up the work day in order to prepare for this evening.

***

You stand back proudly and admire all of your handiwork. Benny put you in charge of setting up the beer table, so set up the beer table you did. You designed a poster to hang on the wall above the table so people would be able to clearly see their options and their respective prices. You set a long, metal tub in the center of the table and filled it halfway with ice. Then you made a little arrangement out of the beer and poured the last half of the ice on it to keep it cold. The cash box was fully stocked and set to the side. All in all, you did a pretty good job. Thankfully, one of Benny’s regulars volunteered to work it this evening.

“All done over here!” You call over to Benny. “How’s the sign coming?”

You watch in horror as he stands up to reveal a barely legible fighting roster. He must have seen your face flounder when you looked at it because he just tosses the dry erase marker over to you and crosses his arms.

“Oh, Benny I-”

“I know it looks bad. I’ve never had a knack for all this creative shit.”

You squeeze his hand as you pass him while heading to the white board. He slides over the roster that has been printed on paper for you to use as your guide. You’re so engrossed with your new task that you don’t notice when the guys come in around 8:30 P.M..

“You sure are givin’ Benny a run for his money this evenin’. The place hasn’t looked this put together in…well ever.” That sugary, sweet southern drawl could only belong to one man.

“Thank you, Will!” You toss over your shoulder.

“Aw screw you, dude. Maybe it would have been if y’all had gotten here when y’all said you would.” Benny notes.

“Blame Fish.” Pope snickers. “He couldn’t find the perfect outfit.”

That got your interest peaked. You turn around to look at what Frankie is wearing. Regular work boots, soft looking denim jeans, a black undershirt, a worn blue button up with the top few buttons left undone, and finally his cap- oh god he’s looking at you. If you had been a smarter woman, you would have noticed that two thirds of the group standing behind you were looking at your sign. That damned one third of the group was watching you trail your way up his whole body. He’s like an oak; completely unwavering as you take him in.

“Well, I like it. ” You squeak out as you turn your attention back to the roster. “Now why don’t you guys go make yourselves useful and help Benny?”

You hear a unified ‘yes ma’am’ come from behind you followed by the scattering of three pairs of feet. There truly isn't anything more sexy than men who can follow orders.

All five of y’all work tirelessly for the next hour to get everything finished before the doors open to the public. When you cross off the last item on your to-do list, you decide that you have earned a drink. You sneak over to the beer table and open one of the coolers that you set up behind it that contains the excess bottles. Much to your dismay, the bottle caps don't twist off like you originally thought. You’re on your knees looking around in the extra bags and praying that Benny had the foresight to get a bottle opener when Frankie walks up next to you.

“Lose something?”

“Just my dignity trying to locate the stupid fucking bottle opener.”

He laughs jovially as he extends his hand to help you up. You take it and sheepishly hand him your bottle when he motions for it. The two of you walk around to the front of the table and you watch as he easily takes out his keys and pops the cap open with a bottle opener he had attached to them. You notice that instead of tossing the cap in the trash he places it back in his pocket along with his keys. Right when he starts to hand the drink back to you he pulls it back towards him.

“Hey! What gives?”

“I have to test it to make sure it isn’t poisonous or something.”

“Oh my god, you dick.” You lean back on the table behind you.

“You won’t be saying that when I save your life.” He takes a small sip and passes it over to you. “Nope. It’s not poison. You’re in the clear.”

Now it’s your turn. You turn to look out at the gym while you take a drink of your well deserved reward.

“Wait,” You look over at Frankie. “What if it's a slow acting poison and now we are both infected? I guess you have to stay here and finish this with me so we can go out together.”

He leisurely reclines next to you on the table and takes the bottle in his hand when you offer it to him. “That's some pretty sound logic. I can’t argue with that.”

You try to stop yourself, but you watch as he brings the frosty glass to his pouty lips. They look more pink than usual against the dark color of the bottle. His hands make the beer bottle look so much smaller than it really is. Your eyes wander to that nose you’re so fond of. God, what would it feel like on your clit as he ate his fill of you? Now that you’re closer to him you’re able to see the gray that's intricately woven into his beard and hair. Would it tickle the inside of your thighs when he buried his face in your pussy? Feelings you haven’t had for a man in a long time rock through your body the further you sink into your fantasy. Drifting even further, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the chilled liquid. You want to decorate the sensitive skin with blossoming purple marks.

“What?” He’s looking at you now. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” You say almost breathlessly. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hog it all.”

“I would never.” The low baritone of his voice reverberates through you.

Benny, thankfully, yells from across the gym at the both of y’all before you do something questionable.

“Hey, lazy asses! It’s showtime!”

You and Frankie both let out a breath neither of y’all realized you were holding. He looks down at his watch and then faces his friend with a mild look of annoyance.

“It’s 9:30, man. It’s just the boxers and the ring girls coming in right now.”

You notice that Frankie’s body immediately tenses up after he says this. Confused, you look over at Benny who has eyes as bright as the sun and is making a beeline towards you.

“I’m sorry.” Frankie whispers down to you. “I’m so sorry.”

“Benny? What are you-?”

“I have a proposition for you.” He says while gripping both sides of your arms. “Do you wanna hear it?”

“I don’t think I have a choice by the look of things.”

“Please be my ring girl.” He gasps.

“Oh my god.” You let your head roll back. “Benny, are you serious right now?”

“Don’t say no yet. Just think about it before you decide.”

You roll your head over to face Frankie and raise your eyebrows. You’re met with a shrug that is just as innocent as his grin.

“Does this offer have an expiration date?” You inquire shifting your focus back to the man that currently has you in a vice grip.

“Just think about it.” He pleads.

“Fine, but I’m pretty sure I’m gonna say n-”

“La-la-la! I can’t hear you! La-la-la!”

“Don’t you have fighters to go hype up in the locker room?” Frankie cuts in.

“Nothin’ I hate more than when you’re right, Fish. Catch y’all in between the matches!”

With one final ‘think about it’, he bounds off into the locker rooms. All you can do is laugh hysterically at what just transpired. Frankie probably thinks you have lost your mind with the way you are doubled over right now.

“Hey let us in on the joke, why don’t you?” Pope sits next to you on the table.

“I could use a good laugh as well.” Will adds blithely.

“What you two could use is a reality check.” you walk around the table and grab a beer for each of them. “God, I can’t believe him.”

You hand Will and Pope their drinks completely forgetting about taking the tops off. Fortunately, that didn’t stop them. Will snatches Pope’s beer out of his hand and positions the bottles where one has its cap resting just barely on the edge of the other's cap. Then he slams them down on his knee and Pope’s opens with ease. After he hands the open one off, he pops his own with a thick ring he’s wearing.

“I’m thoroughly impressed, Will. What the hell was that?”

“You just gotta learn to make due sometimes.”

Frankie and Pope both mutter ‘show-off’ under their breaths as Will explains to you the physics behind his little trick.

“Okay, now back to what Benny was talking about.” You adjust your stance so you can better face the group. “Are y’all in on this? This ‘ring girl’ shit?”

“Can’t say it wouldn’t be fun though.” Pope prods his finger at you.

“Oh, yes I can.” You say swatting at him.

“You know, Benny. Once he sets his mind to somethin’ he’s pretty determined to see it through.”

“That doesn’t even begin to answer my question, Will.” You groan as you take the beer from Frankie’s hand.

The movements between y’all are so natural, so fluid that it feels like something you have been doing for years. You see Pope, almost in shock, watch you as you take a drink.

“Can I get some of that?”

“No way, man.” You shelter the bottle against your body. “Three is a crowd and you literally have an open one in your hand.”

“Will’s right,” Frankie reasons with you. “Benny is as one track minded as they come.”

“Tell him to get on another track then.”

“How about this?” Pope counters. “You go into the locker room with Benny and see what it takes to be a ring girl. Then and only then will he accept your answer of ‘no’ if that’s still what you want.”

“If that will get him off my case then that's fine with me.”

You start to turn towards the locker room doors when a blue sleeved arm reaches over your shoulder and plucks the beer from you.

“Hey, give that back!”

“I just want to make sure you don’t hog it all.” Frankie’s tone is thick with sarcasm.

“I would never.” You grin.

Pope waits until you have cleared the locker room doors before he whacks Frankie in the shoulder. Unfortunately, Frankie doesn’t see it coming because he is too busy hoping to catch one more glimpse of you.

“If that's how you act around women you think are ‘just cool’ then I’m terrified to see how you act around women you actually like.”

“The fuck was that for? And the fuck are you talking about, man?” He massages the spot where Pope smacked him.

“Will, please tell me you aren’t as blind as he is?”

“Sorry, Fish. I see it too.”

“See what?”

“That you look like a goddamn catfish whenever you look at her! Eyes all big and mouth agape.”

“I do not.” Frankie mutters.

“Come on.” Pope folds his arms across his chest. “You think she’s cute.”

“What are we in middle school? You’re being ridiculous. Will?”

“I’ll be honest, I wanna know too.” He flashes that signature boyish Miller smile.

All Frankie can do is laugh nervously while he removes his cap and runs his fingers through his hair. He knows that he’s in the middle of a losing battle and that he’ll have to concede. They are going to be ecstatic that a woman other than Rochelle has caught his eye. Especially when it's a woman that meshes so naturally with their group. No, what’s stopping him is that a part of himself wants to keep it a secret. To have something that is just his. No prying eyes, no unwanted advice, no consequences, and no one else has to get hurt but him. As soon as the acknowledgement of his affection for you falls from his lips, it's real. As selfish as it sounds, he wants to keep you at arms length. He feels like everything he touches breaks and he doesn’t want you to become the next casualty. You wouldn’t want him if you knew the truth about the things he has done. But then you smile or laugh and he can feel himself falling deeper and deeper into his delusions of grandeur.

“Well, if you don’t like her then maybe I’ll ask her out.”

“No, you won't because,” Frankie puts his cap back on. “I think she’s cute. Are y’all happy? I like her.”

“Atta boy, Fish!” Will cheers.

“I knew it!” Pope says as he pulls Frankie in for a hug. “She’s a good one, man.”

“I know she is. I just don’t know if I’m going to do anything about it right now.”

Will’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder. “Why’s that?”

“I don’t want to fuck it up. To drag her into the shit show that is my life. I don’t even know if she feels the same way either!”

The two other men nod in understanding. Frankie takes a sip of the drink he stole from you and sighs as he looks up at the ceiling.

“All I know is…is that I like her.”

“Shh!”

“Pope, you were the one that wanted to talk about this!”

“Shut the fuck up! She's coming!”

“Y’all ready? I’m going to open the doors for everyone!”

The three of them use the time it takes you to unlock the doors and arrive back in order to regroup from their previous conversation.

“Did you,” Will clears his throat. “Did you like the view back there? See a future in being Benny’s ring girl?”

“I like the view from right here, thank you very much.”

“So,” Pope rubs his hands together. “Who ready to see some dudes get the shit beat out of them?”

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To My Sweetheart Who Carries A Wounded Heart Ch. 10

Series Masterlist, Chapter 1 🤍, Chapter 2 🖤, Chapter 3 🤍, Chapter 4🖤, Chapter 5��, Chapter 6🖤, Chapter 7🤍, Blade & Reader's Relationship, Chapter 8🖤, Chapter 9🤍

Blade’s phone was ringing, & your name was on the screen.

Did you find out about the affair? Are you calling him while crying your eyes out? Though that could be the case, it seemed less likely that you needed to learn what was happening. So why in the world would you be calling him right now? He doesn’t know or have a single idea, but he probably shouldn’t keep you waiting, whatever it is.

“Y/N?”

“Ren, hey. I’m sure you weren't expecting my call but right now I have no idea where Levi is and I'm feeling like crap. Are you busy with anything right now?”

He did not think he could get any more worked up, but hearing the sorrow in your voice as well as the fact you just told him you felt lonely almost made him see red. In all honesty, he was about to run to his dining room, snatch his keys from off the table, and rush to his car but he hadn’t even showered, let alone brush his teeth. Though he’s sure that you’d let him do all that at your place if he were to leave right now he couldn’t show up unpresentable to you, could he? That could ruin some of his image on you and he’d rather jump off a cliff than let that happen. (He really would.)

“Hello~? Do you have plans? I saw on your calendar you were off but if you already have somewhere to be then-”

Shoot, he got lost in thought for a moment there. Of course, he didn’t have anything to do, he’s never occupied when it comes to you but he’s sure you’re not aware of that fact.

“No- I’m free. I mean-”

He coughs, and you end up giggling from the other end. His ears turn a bit pink from embarrassment as he clears his throat and he decides to speak again.

“Just give me like, 30 minutes I'll be there soon, alright?”

“Mhm. See you soon.”

He could hear your not-so-subtle chuckles before you hung up, but he was already throwing his phone onto his bed and making his way to the bathroom, turning on the shower before brushing his teeth at a speed that definitely made sure they were pearly white. Again, he could never look like a mess in front of you, it just didn't sit right with him.

Blade didn't even wait for the water to fully warm up before stripping and grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste, getting inside, and deciding to multitask with everything. In the back of mind, Blade knew that he shouldn't be this eager to see you, shouldn't be in such a rush to want to be in the company of a married woman, but he couldn't help it. It's always been this way and he doesn't really want it to change any time soon.

After getting himself situated and hopping into his car, Blade's brain took more time to realize that today would be a lot harder for you than any other. He just notes that he was sad as well. You wouldn't know how much courage it took for him to not run into that hospital room and hold you in his arms.

It was a loss of a life. One that could have brought you so much happiness, but was stripped of you.

However, he could make it better. Blade's not the greatest at expressing his feelings at times though he's always could effortlessly make you smile. He was certain he could do it today, too. So why not go pick up a little something for you while he's on his way? Surely it couldn't have any negative effects.

A/N: I've been having second thoughts about this fic. I looked back to some previous chapters and realized I was not too fond of the way it was written. One person said the way I write Blade is ooc… (on Tumblr) which didn't help my encouragement to write this. I'm excited about the new fic and I'm going to be investing a lot of my energy into that one because I don't get much feedback about this one, it's harder to do better. Therefore, this fic is going on Hiatus until further notice. I'll be using that time to learn more while working on something else.

I MIGHT add chapters randomly if I have work done but updates are not regular as of now. But it will not be abandoned. (I believe.)

If you have any questions or comments, don't be afraid to leave them. ♡ ~♪◍•

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Centrifugation: Chapter 1

plasmadonor!Joel x f!reader

You’re the star phlebotomist at the local plasma center, and the job has been increasingly mundane as of late… until a new and handsome Texan donor comes to the center and changes that, and the rest your life.

Series Masterlist

Series warnings:

AU, M/F, Age gap (20 years)-reader’s YOB is 1995 (purely coincidental lolol), eventual SMUT, blood, needles, & plasma talk (nothing too graphic, I promise!), a bit of blasphemy, criticism of religion, mentions of death, divorce, angst, fluffity fluff fluff, alcohol consumption, violence. Individual chapters will have specific warnings.

FYI – this work contains criticisms of religion and reader is atheist/agnostic. Feel free to scroll if this offends you. If you decide to read, remember that even if you are religious, this is not an attack on you, but rather ideology. And remember the tenets of religious freedom. Everyone has the right to believe – and NOT to believe – in the things you do.

Plasma Center UrbanDict:

Stick = venipuncture

PR = permanent rejection, aka permanent deferral

Reception = where donors have vitals taken to determine if they are suitable to donate

Donor Floor = where the magic happens, baby! Where donation occurs, aka sticks with big 17G needles

Processing = where units of plasma are sampled and frozen

This is my first ever fic! Excited to share all of it with you. I'm new to posting this kind of stuff on Tumblr, so please forgive rookie formatting and whatnot. Hope you enjoy! As of 03/10/24, I have 6 chapters written - I'm juggling my writing with finishing my MPH degree, so my schedule might be a little spotty until mid-May.

Chapter 1

Chapter warnings: blood, needles, & plasma talk, light violence.

WC: 3.7k

Friday, October 15th | 0755

You turn into the parking lot at the plasma center, a little later than your usual 10 minutes early. Your shift is at 8, so you don’t have much time to walk to the center, clock in, grab your coat and face shield and get to work. Thankfully, the parking lot is just across the street. As soon as you step out of your car, downtown Omaha greets you with the familiar scents of cigarette smoke and fall air, along with the sounds of the city buses and commuters chugging along.

It’s a nice morning. Living in Nebraska means you get to experience the peaks and valleys of all four seasons, and during fall, this means the leaves of what few trees are in the downtown area are painted lovely hues of orange, yellow, and even red – if you’re lucky enough to find a scarlet or pin oak tree.

The plasma center parking lot is shared with employees and donors, and it’s packed this morning. Not a great sign. You walk up to the back employee entrance and punch in the code. The keypad beeps and lights up green and you pull open the ages-old, heavy-as-hell door and make your way to the break room.

The donor waiting area is just outside the break room door, and you can tell by how full it is that it’s going to be a long day, confirming your earlier suspicions in the parking lot. Somebody definitely called in, you think. Great. Punching in the same code as before, you enter the break room, throw your stuff in your locker, and clock in.

As soon as you’re on the Donor Floor, donned with your white lab coat, blue nitrile gloves, and face shield, one of your best phlebotomists and good friend Keri approaches, looking flustered as hell.

“Jesus, thank fuck you’re here,” she sighs, taking a deep breath and raising her eyebrows at you. She smooths back her frizzy hair and sets down her face shield on the counter next to you.

“Are we short today, or did corporate send out some bonus texts to half of Omaha?” you say, checking the Donor Queue on the computer. 15 people waiting, average wait time of 43 minutes. Fucking clean up time, I guess.

“Two call-outs, but they’re newbies, so it wouldn’t have mattered, really,” she says. “Definite yes on the bonus texts. Regulars are all pissed off because they didn’t get any.” You roll your eyes and sigh. To get more donors in, the company you work for has been sending bonus texts to donors that haven’t been in in a while, which really ticks off the regular, twice-a-week donors. It’s all about meeting that liters budget.

“Where do you need me? Breaks need to be sent?” you ask her. You’re the lead phlebotomist, but you always check in with whoever opened before you make any decisions. Keri nods. “Send Blake to break, he’s got an open section now and we’ve got to get these wait times down.” You grab your mobile phlebotomy device and head that way.

Each phlebotomist can have a maximum of 6 donors in their section. You see Blake cleaning up the machine from his last disconnect, leaving you an empty section. “You can head to break, I’ll take over here,” you say, helping him wipe down the now-empty donor bed.

“Thanks… really happy that you’re here. It’s been a shit show today,” he says, walking away from the section toward the break room. You groan and head up to the front near the waiting area, grab a chart, and start climbing the mountain.

Thursday, October 15th | 1230

The morning turned out to be an absolute disaster. You quickly filled up your section once you sent Blake to break, apologizing to every donor you sat for the wait times. Most were understanding. There were a few that gave you an eye roll or a shrug. A few left the center, not wanting to be late for work. The fall is generally a busy time at the center, with people seeking extra money for football tailgates and games, college students needing extra money for just about everything, and parents stocking up early on holiday savings.

Thankfully, Keri, you, and the rest of the morning Donor Floor crew knocked the Queue down to 3 donors and wait times down to 10 minutes. Once the last morning break was done, they came over and sent you to your lunch. Delighted, you took off your sweaty coat and hung it up, washed your hands at the sink by the coat rack, and headed to the break room.

Before you’re able to punch in the door code, a deep, velvety voice stops you.

“Uh, miss? Can you point me in the right direction?”

You turn and look in the direction of the voice and see a taller man with dark, silvery-streaked curly hair, tanned skin and pensive brown eyes staring at you. He’s donning a red flannel that squeezes his broad shoulders and ropy arm muscles, and dark wash Levi’s that have the outline of his wallet imprinted in the front right pocket. He’s definitely a blue-collar guy, not unlike a lot of the current donors. Must be a new donor, you think. Damn, he looks good. You feel a little zap in your chest, not unlike the fingerstick donors get during screening.

“Hi! Are you a new donor?” You ask, turning on your customer service voice in hopes of calming your nerves. You step back from the door and walk toward him. He’s got a small white paper slip in hand, which tells you he needs his veins checked, so he must be new.

“Yes ma’am, need someone ‘ta look at my veins. Been here before, but it’s been a long time,” he says, watching you approach him and giving you the once-over. Twice-over. Your pulse quickens. His voice is like icing, dripping with a sweet Southern accent and mushing your insides. You smile and take the paper from him, hoping that you aren’t blushing.

“Roll up your sleeves for me and let’s take a look,” you say, watching him roll up the sleeves of his red flannel. He’s got thick, veiny forearms that are tanned and covered with freckles. He wears a watch on his left wrist that you assume hasn’t been removed in years, judging by the pure white skin peeking underneath. His hands are big and scarred. Definitely works with his hands, you think. He has a small, circle-shaped scar on his right arm near the venipuncture site, so he was telling the truth about donating plasma before. You grab a tourniquet hanging on the cabinet near the chart area, wrap it on his upper arm, and feel. His veins are huge and muscular, and you realize you didn’t need the tourniquet in the first place. Rookie mistake.

“Guess I really don’t need this,” you say, removing the tourniquet and feeling his ropy veins with your index finger. His skin is warm under your clammy finger. He chuckles. “Heard that one before,” he says. You laugh and make eye contact with him, noticing the crinkles at the corners of his eyes and his salt and pepper beard. His gaze is amiable and filled with something else you can’t quite pinpoint, and your stomach twists. You look away before you can decipher it.

“I don’t think you’ll have any issues with the stick,” you say, and he laughs. “Are you hydrated? Had a good meal in the last hour or two?” You ask, writing your name on the vein check slip and circling “Pass.” You see the name Joel Miller written at the top.

“Yes ma’am, I do a lot of workin’ outside and with my hands, so I know better,” he says, confirming your earlier assumption. His voice is sending a wave of tingles from your ears to your neck, and you feel goosebumps start to erupt in their pathway.

“Good man, Joel,” you say, noticing him perk up at you saying his name, “Take this back to the front desk and we’ll get you processed as quickly as we can.” He nods, gives you a handsome-as-fuck lopsided smile, and walks back to the front. You head back to the break room and turn to glance at him once more to find that he's already looking at you. Fuck, you think, looking back at the door. Don’t need a hot donor making me feel nervous like this. He’s older than you, but he might be the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen. You can only imagine how homely you look, clad in your scrubs and sweaty from the morning hustle and bustle.

You see every part of humanity at your job: young and old, foreign and domestic, all races and ethnicities, handsome and near homeless. There have been a few men that have caught your eye, and a few that you’ve met up with outside of the center, but none like this one. As tedious and mundane as the job can be, it’s the people that make it exciting, especially attractive ones. Well, hopefully he passes screening so I can see him on the Donor Floor, you think, contemplating what you’re going to get for lunch in the short time that you have.

Thursday, October 15th | 1430

Your break went by too fast. You decided on some fast-food place just across the street from the center. It’s good and cheap, but you know the greasy food is going to put you in a late-afternoon lull. Oh well. After you got back, the lobby was still relatively empty, so you started working on doing the monthly machine cleanings in the meantime.

The plasmapheresis machines are complicated and like everything else in the plasma center, they come with lots of rules and regulations. You’re a seasoned pro, though, so the cleaning and documentation are a breeze. You’re heading over to clean the last of the machines in the third row of the Donor Floor when you see a familiar, handsome head of dark salt-and-pepper curls walk behind Keri to one of the donor beds in the first row. He smiles at you as he lies on the donor bed, and you feel your cheeks heat and curl up into a smile of their own. Get a fucking grip. You’re relieved that Keri is taking care of him, because you’re nervous just seeing him in your work area. You can only imagine how shaky your hands would be with a needle if you were the one sticking him.

While cleaning the machines in the third row, you periodically look over at Joel and Keri. Keri is great with the donors, and it’s evident when you see Joel laughing with her. Each time you look up, he’s either already looking at you or looks up right after you do. You try to play it off like you’re scanning over all the donors, making sure everything is going as it should, but the sweat sheen forming on your face and neck betray you.

You see the light on his machine turn green, indicating he’s been stuck and is running smoothly. You imagine what it would’ve been like to feel his veins again, feeling his warm, tan skin underneath your fingers… and underneath other things, like—

“Oh my god, that man is such a charmer… and asked about you at least three times,” Keri states, snapping you out of your horny daydream. Your eyes widen and you turn so he can’t see your face from where he’s seated.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down!” You hiss, making both of you giggle. “What was he saying?”

“Oh, nothing much, just asking what the cute girl that checked his veins was doing all the way over here,” she smirks. “He used to donate here over 25 years ago when the center first opened up. Can you believe he’s that old? He does NOT look like it.” Odd, you think. He didn’t sound like he was from here when you spoke to him earlier. Wait, did he say I was cute? Blushing at his remark about your appearance, you remember the scar on his arm and think he’s probably telling the truth. “Wow, he looks good. How old is he?” Keri pulls him up on her mobile phlebotomy handheld and you see he was born in 1975. Damn. 20 years older than you.

Before you and Keri can gush further about Joel, the front door slams shut, echoing throughout the center and catching everyone off-guard. You watch as one of the younger regular donors, Cedric, storms past Reception and the donor waiting area over to the Donor Floor front desk, near where you checked Joel’s veins earlier. He practically spits your name, his brows pinched in a rage.

“Cedric, is everything alright?” You ask, approaching the front desk slowly. The once-noisy Donor Floor is quiet, save for the quiet whirring and clicking of the machines. Donors not wearing headphones are anxiously watching the front desk. You give Cedric the once-over and notice that his arm wrap is soaked with blood, and some of it has gotten on his white shirt and shorts and the floor around him. First rule of donating: Never wear white to a plasma center, dude.

“Does it fucking look alright? My arm wasn’t wrapped right and now I have blood everywhere!” he fumes. The entire Donor Floor is watching, including Joel and poor Blake, who must’ve disconnected Cedric. Blake approaches tentatively, tail between his legs, but you put your hand up to him, saying I’ll take care of this. Blake gives you a thankful nod and tiptoes back to his section.

“Cedric, I’m sorry about that. Come over to the sink and I’ll rewrap it for you,” you say, putting a fresh pair of gloves on. “Keri, can you clean up the blood spots with bleach, please?” You ask. She nods and grabs a Clorox bottle near the front desk, putting her face shield on and quickly walking around Cedric to search for the path of blood droplets. Cedric raises his voice again.

“Not good enough. I need that kid fired for his incompetence!” he points aggressively at Blake, flinging some blood droplets on the arm of your coat and on the front desk.

“Everybody makes mistakes, Cedric. Blake is a great employee. We can fix this. Let’s get you cleaned up, and maybe we can compensate you a little extra on your next donation,” you offer. But Cedric isn’t having it. He rips off the arm wrap and gauze and throws them at you while screaming expletives. The bloodied wrap nearly hits your face shield. Oh, hell no. He’s a long-term donor, so he’s probably clean, but it’s too close for comfort.

“Blake, call Trina and call the cops. Get this guy out of here. Cedric, don’t ever come back to this place,” you calmly instruct, walking backwards to find a biohazard container a safe distance from Cedric, never turning away from him. Trina, your manager, doesn’t put up with this kind of stuff and will make sure he’s permanently deferred.

“Fuck you, bitch!” Cedric yells, sprinting out of the center with two fingers on his free hand holding his venipuncture site, some blood dripping underneath. Once the front door slams shut, you turn around and take off all your PPE and toss it in the biohazard container, saving your nametag and pen. Frustrated and tired, you walk to the sink to wash your hands. Keri and Trina approach you.

“You alright, hon?” Trina asks. She’s a good manager, always looking out for her employees. She used to work on the Donor Floor, so she’s no stranger to these kinds of mishaps. Tensions can be hefty in this area – some donors are desperate for money, some fear needles more than death itself, and some are just grumps. Phlebotomists usually get the brunt of it.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just need to cool off. I told Blake to call the cops.” She nods.

“Go ahead. When the police get here, they’ll want your statement, so I’ll come find you then… I’ll put in the PR now,” she says, giving your arm a supportive squeeze before walking back toward the offices. You give her a pained smile and look to Keri, equally concerned as Trina. “Take your afternoon break, love. I’ll handle everything else,” she says. “Thanks, Ker. I’m gonna step in the freezer to cool off and then I’ll go.” She nods. You head toward Processing, located at the opposite end of the center. Processing has two giant walk-in freezers that always maintain temps of -40ºC – great for keeping fresh plasma frozen solid and an instant cool down.

You step in one of the freezers, shutting the heavy door behind you. You walk over to the fans and stand underneath. The sweat on your neck and back quickly freezes in its downward track, leaving behind a sting that could soon turn to frostbite. It doesn’t take long to cool off here, and anybody staying in for longer than a minute is supposed to put on a heavy coat, gloves, and a ski mask. It’s a popular spot for blistering summer days and after heated interactions like this. Satisfied with the pink blooming on your fingers and the crunch of your frozen, sweaty hair, you step out of the freezer and make your way outside for your break.

Once at the picnic table at the outdoor employee break area, you do a quick scan for Cedric. You can see the trails of blood drops leading to and from his car, and an empty space where his car must’ve been parked. Heaving a sigh of relief, you plop down at the table and massage your temples. Fuck… glad this day is almost over.

“Sweetheart, you alright?” A soothing, Southern voice rings in your ear and you look up, seeing Joel approach from his truck. He says your name, surprising you. Keri must’ve told him it while she was going through the process with him.

You take this moment to return the once-over he gave you earlier. Twice-over. His sleeves are still rolled up and you can see his arm wrap. His jeans crinkle at the hip with each step, his strong, toned quads flexing as each foot contacts the pavement. You can only imagine what he looks like from behind. His cowboy boots are worn, the leather cracking around the toes. He’s probably the type to wear a pair until they crumble to bits. He walks with a quiet bravado, taking long, smooth strides until he reaches you at the table.

You’ve no doubt you look exhausted. Though your sweat has frozen, you can feel how frizzy your hair is, especially around your face. Your eyes sting with fatigue and the skin underneath your eyelids tug downward. Your throat feels dry and tight, like you might cry soon. He must notice because the look in his eyes morphs from concern to anger.

“Hi, Joel,” you state, forcing a smile. “I’m okay. Not my first rodeo,” you wink, giving him a sarcastic “yee-haw” motion. He laughs, but his eyes betray him, still showing anger.

“Mind if I sit?” He motions to the spot across from you.

“No, go ahead, but the cops are on their way and who knows if Cedric will be back,” you caution him. He waves you off.

“That fuckin’ kid don’t scare me, and I saw everythin’ anyway. I can talk to the cops if you ain’t comfortable,” he says. He puts his hands on the backs of yours, and you feel another zap in your chest like you did when you first saw him earlier. You notice now that he doesn’t have a wedding ring.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to. I’m well versed in this department,” you say, feeling the tears reaching their boiling point. You do everything you can to keep them in, but one betrays you and falls down your cheek. Angry that you’re crying in front of Joel, you try to move your hand out from underneath his to wipe the tear, but he beats you to it.

“It’s okay, darlin’. You did the right thing, stickin’ up for your people,” he soothes, his thumb wiping your tear from your face. He moves his hand to cup your jaw and swipes his thumb gently over your cheek. His angry eyes softened back to concerned.

For what feels like an eternity, the two of you stare at each other, exchanging more communication nonverbally than words could ever. He’s looking at each of your eyes back and forth, and you feel yourself start to get embarrassed under his hot stare. You try to turn your head away from his gaze, but his hand stops you. “You’re alright, darlin’, got nothin’ to be ashamed of here,” he says, reading your mind. You bring your hand up from the table to gently grasp his arm as a sign of appreciation. His gaze follows and he swallows loudly.

“Thank you,” you say, giving him a genuine, close-lipped smile. His eyes move to your lips and then quickly dart back to your eyes, like you caught him doing something forbidden. He removes his hands and stands up, walking over to your side. He offers a hand to help you up and you accept, letting him pull you to your feet.

“Sorry your first visit back here was so crazy,” you say, and he laughs. “Hopefully next time it’s not so… exciting.” He moves his hand up to your shoulder and gives it a quick squeeze before dropping it. A tingle rips up your spine.

“Oh, I’m sure it will be.” He gives you that same look that he did earlier, the one where you couldn’t quite figure out what it meant. This time, though, you think you know exactly what it means. Your stomach somersaults.

“I’ll see you soon, darlin’. Hopefully your day gets better,” he says, turning to walk toward his truck. Once he gets to the driver’s side door, he turns to look at you again and pauses. You stand and stare at him, wanting to say something in return, but too overwhelmed by all your emotions. He smiles and gets in the truck, starting it and driving off while watching you with a small wave. You smile as he leaves.

Fuck.

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space-writes · 10 months

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Anyone who talks to me knows that when I start talking about writing, they have about point five seconds before I start shilling for obsidian.md. I made a post about why I use and love it here, and in it I mentioned plugins, which a few people were interested in.

There are so many plugins, an absolute plethora (I have about 40 or so on my main vault at the moment), but today I’m just going to cover my top 10 plugins for writers using obsidian!

presented in no particular order, and below a cut because it's pretty long.

(note: I’ve included links to the github repositories for all the plugins, but to find and install them in Obsidian, just search their names in ‘community plugins’ in the app!)

Templates

First up is a simple core plugin, that if you aren’t using it already…why??? I have so many questions about how you function ANYWAY

If you’re doing any kind of repetitive Writing Task, make a template. Character profile? Template. Worldbuilding note? Template. Scene? Template. Chapter? Template literally i have templates for everything. Set yourself a hotkey (I use ctrl+t), and let your dreams run wild with not having to write out the same information over and over and over again.

This is also vvv useful if you want to get into using metadata, because you can guarantee you don’t forget to add a field. (I might make a post with some of my templates later, if people are interested in some examples?)

Setting them up is very straightforward: enable ‘Templates’ under Core Plugins in Settings, set a folder in your vault to be a designated templates folder, and that’s it! Keep any templates you make in that folder, and go wild. As mentioned I use them for page structures, but also for things I don’t want to remember. Like tricky dataview queries, or infobox/callout structures. You can be so lazy if you make templates for everything, you’ll wish you had them in every app, I stg.

(You can use various other plugins in conjunction with templates to make them even more useful, such as QuickAdd and Commander, which I might talk about in another post if folks are interested.)

Workspaces & Workspaces+

Workspaces+ on github

Okay, so technically this is two plugins but Workspaces is a core features, and Workspaces+ adds extra functionality. At this point I’ve been using W+ for so long I genuinely do not remember which features are core and which it added. If there is one plugin I refuse to live without, it’s this one.

Workspaces are layouts you can save within obsidian: setups of tabs, sidebars, notes, etc. This is a fantastic bit of functionality that lets you make obsidian into an absolute powerhouse of seperate contexts. I set them up for different projects within my main vault (I have a workspace for my Obedience fics, one for my art projects, one for research, and many more), and for different needs in my worldbuilding vault (worldbuilding, outlining, writing, research etc).

Workspaces+ makes managing and creating your workspaces a lot smoother, and gives you the option to auto-save changes when you switch, which I like because my workspaces are very much active, living things that I don’t want to remember to re-save every time I change between them.

A NOTE!! - keep backups. keep backups, because sometimes - it’s happened to me twice - if you are syncing vaults between devices, the workspaces file can get wiped, and you do not want to have to rebuild them all from scratch. this is good advice generally, but KEEP BACKUPS! DO IT!

Longform

Longform on github

this is theeee writing plugin for obsidian. everyone recommends it, and that’s because it’s good! especially if you’re coming from Scrivener, as it adds a little of that flavour back into Obsidian.

with it, you can drag-and-drop re-arrange your scenes and chapters in the sidebar, which native Obsidian doesn’t let you do. my favourite feature is the project wordcount, because I like seeing The Numbers Go Up, and it will also show you per-scene wordcount, and you can set targets! (i don’t use the targets feature much, though, i track my words with Pacemaker)

it also has an export function that i have not played much with, but it worked very nicely to give me a basic file for the first draft of one of my long-fics, so that was pretty useful!

Kanban

Kanban on github

do you like outlining? do you like to-do lists? do you like drag-and-drop? me too, i have nothing else going on. i’ve been using kanban for book to-do’s for a while, and i’ve recently fallen in love with it for outlining chapters: yes, I can re-arrange things with longform, but with Kanban i can mark my scenes with various notes, and give myself a good visual overview of plot balance, and drag things around to arrange my book!

using it, i do recommend playing with some css snippets to add some lane wrapping, to get multiple lanes stacking. unless you like side-scrolling, i guess. (this is the one I use, which I got off the discord ages ago and I cannot remember who posted it, I'm so sorry TT_TT)

my top rec for using kanban in planning is to have lanes for ‘backlog’ ‘up next’ ‘active’ and ‘done’. this way you can list out all the million things you need to do, without getting overwhelmed about doing all of them at once.

completr / Various Complements

compltr on github / Various Complements on github

i have a lot of words to type and sometimes, i don’t want to type all of them! that’s where autocomplete comes in. I vacillate between the two, because VC has a tendency to lag my poor tiny laptop, but otherwise it’s great!

VC is the one if you’re doing worldbuilding, because the linking you can do is a lot faster, and it helps you remember all those ridiculous fantasy names you don’t want to type over and over and over. both have good settings for autocompleting/suggesting in metadata though, which is fantastic because then you don’t do what I used to do, which is forget how i structured my data and have four different versions of the same field.

however. neither are as good as the autocomplete from Libreoffice, which i miss dearly and is the only thing that is constantly tempting me to go back to drafting there.

Outliner

Outliner on github

This is a small and simple plugin, that adds some extra features to lists. I find it very handy because a lot of my outlining is done in bullet-points, and being able to quickly move items up and down a list with a simple button press is very handy for me.

Dataview

Dataview on github / Dataview documentation

okay so. strictly you don’t need this for writing. HOWEVER. if you like data, and organising, and tracking things for your writing, dataview is The One. It’s the one for auto-generating lists and tables, and you can, I’ve heard, do some buckwild things with it.

I am a simple man, and I use it in my writing for a handful of simple things: auto-listing characters and places in worldbuilding; making tables listing characters & plotlines & scene wordcounts; keeping track of my wips.

I’m not going to try and explain how it works here, there is an entire set of in-depth documentation for that. (also Danny Hatcher has a short and simple intro to the plugin here.)

Basically, anything you can add in metadata, you can pull into a dataview query. Status, character, plot — it’s the customisation thing again. There is no default, you get to pick what’s important to you, and then display it!

Here are some examples of my queries & their results, to give you an idea of what’s possible:

Left side: a query pulling the current fanfics I'm working on. Right side: what that table looks like in Reading Mode

Left side: queries pulling characters from the Renegade Prince series by race. Right side: What those tables look like in Reading Mode (each one displays the same, only filtered by the 'race' field I have in the characters metadata)

copy document as html

copy document as html on github

Another small, simple plugin that has been the saviour of my obsidian-to-AO3 export process for months. All it does is allow you to copy a note as HTML. That’s it. Which you can then paste into AO3’s HTML editor, clean up slightly, and be good to go.

For extra bonus points, you can set it up with a hotkey (or a commander plugin button, which. commander is a plugin tale for another list but OH BOY IT’S GREAT) and just one-click go. Fantastic.

I like it because much as I love obsidian, exporting things into other non-markdown programs can kinda be a pain. That is one of its weak points IMO. There are also plugins for exporting things in other formats, but that’s beyond the scope of this post.

Colourful Tag

Colourful Tag on github

This one I love because a) pretty and b) colour-coded plot tags my beloved. It gives you a simple, straightforward way to make your tags coloured (and to add emoji prefixes!). I use it in conjunction with kanban for outlining, as it gives me a really great way to visually track plotlines & character arcs.

You can see an example of this in the screenshot I posted for my kanban outline.

Smart Typography

Smart Typography on github

And finally, another sweet and simple plugin, that converts quotes to curly quotes, dashes to em-dashes, and periods to ellipses (it does a few other things as well, but those are the main ones). I like it, because I need those things for writing! Nothing complicated, just a neat little quality of life improvement that’s great for writers.

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And that's my top ten plugins! as always, shoot me any questions you have about these or anything else I do with obsidian, I'm always happy to answer. I'm aware there's so much you can do with the app, it can be overwhelming if you're just starting out.

As I said, I do use a BUNCH of other plugins for things that are not specifically focused on my writing, so I can always talk about QOL and other types of plugins that I use another time, if folks are interested?

Thank you so much for reading all of this if you made it all the way to the bottom. I genuinely adore obsidian and everything you can do with it, so it's really fun to write these posts!

#obsidian md #obsidian.md #writing tools #writing app #obsidian plugins #writing program #writeblr #writing #space has thoughts #this took so long! i hope it's helpful

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bellofthemeadow · 8 months

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Blended Hearts and Bitter Brew | Part 2

Summary: Your life was boring, hoping for your big break, you were stuck at Starbucks for what felt like forever. The hot metalhead that just came through your door might just be the amount of shit-stirring fun you've been looking for. (3.8K)

A/N: Hey everyone, I am very sorry for the delay for this chapter, its been quite crazy at work and with the ini starting again (MY LAST ONE YEHHH!), things have been even more intense. So, it's safe to say it's been quite a whirlwind. I also had to delete my previous post because I encountered an issue with the chapter that required me to go back and make some fixes. I'm hopeful that everything is resolved now - fingers crossed!

Additionally, I'd like to extend an invitation to anyone who may have questions or requests for me. I would be absolutely thrilled to have the opportunity to work on them. I'll be away for a few days, and there's nothing I'd love more than to find myself writing by the lake, to be honest. Thank you all for all of your support and kind words, I love you all very much!!

Taglist: @hehekittyhawk

Warning: SMUT, phone sex, discussion of sex, masturbation, wearing, suggestive language, reference to bratting and brat taming (18+) (no minors like at all!!!)

The Phone Call

Usually, after a long day at work, you were more than ready to head home and collapse on the couch while munching on an entire box of hot pockets. Today was a bit different, though. For the first time in a long while, you were actually... excited! Still riding the high from your encounter with Eddie, you took the extra 10 minutes out of your way to stop at the corner store and grab the second cheapest bottle of wine (Fancy) that you could find! Cradling the bottle like you were Gollum with the ring, you were ready to let loose and get a bit frisky.

You got home quickly, stepping through the streets of Indianapolis, your overheated mood a total contrast to the frosty outside. After a quick shower where you made sure to scrub every inch of your skin, which was now pinkish from the scalding heat of the water, you put on your favourite black satiny robe. The soft frock hugged you deliciously, flowing around you like water and reaching just beneath your ass, highlighting its fleshy curve. In front of your antique floor mirror that you’d found in a second-hand shop, you gave yourself a saucy wink while twirling like a damn Jewelry box ballerina. A slutty ballerina, in your case.

You giggled to yourself as you sifted through the kitchen drawer, searching for the candle you were certain you'd received during last year's Secret Santa. Your hand moved blindly, finally identifying the candle's rounded shape with your extended fingers. As you grasped it, you opened the container and took a deep sniff—Peppermint Mocha. You snorted; your manager really was an unimaginative dick. Well, it would have to do for tonight.

You lit it up using the lighter you had stashed under one of your flowerpots for smoking emergencies. You had promised yourself that you would cut back on smoking this year, but every once in a while, nothing could help ease the tension like a good cigarette. It was also unmatched after sex, although THAT front had been pretty quiet in the last few months. Perhaps Eddie could help resolve that, you thought with a cheeky smirk as you imagined him pulling harshly on your hair as you devoured his tattooed neck.

You let the pepperminty aroma waft through the room as you started to set the mood around your little shoebox studio. It wasn’t much – barely enough space for a double bed and a small round table – but it was all yours. You didn't have to share with anybody, didn’t have to abide by anyone’s schedule but your own. If you wanted to get high and eat ice cream straight out of the tube, or if you wanted to practice the riff you couldn’t quite get right on your guitar until early morning, or if, like tonight, you wanted to set a sultry mood and masturbate thinking about Eddie’s tattooed chest… Well, you damn well could.

You sink down to the ground and settle onto your round, fluffy carpet. This very carpet had been among the first pieces you had bought after settling in your new life in Indianapolis. Regret over this purchase had never crossed your mind; its deep burgundy shade harmonizes exquisitely with the studio's dusky tones. And right now, as you reach for your vinyl collection, you can feel all of its fibers against your bare legs. Your senses heightened since the afternoon; its gentle touch now feels almost teasing against your puckered skin making you shiver deliciously.

You allow your index finger to roam over the spines of the hundreds of vinyl records stacked at the foot of your bed. There were so many of them that you reckon you could use them as a bedside table or something. You were quite proud of them if you were completely honest. You’d spent so much time curating this collection since your dad brought home a vinyl player for your 11th birthday. Your dad had insisted that "its sound is far superior to them boom boxes kids use these days." Along with the player, he had purchased your first ever metal album: "Master of Puppets," That night, you had both spent the rest of your birthday listening to the music with your dad, both huddled in the living room, heads bobbing to the harsh rhythm of the tracks—much to your mom's annoyance who must have shouted "SHUT IT DOWN" at least a dozen times before you’d gone to bed, feeling like your life had changed completely. After that, there was no turning back. Ripped jeans, short black skirts, fishnets, and leather became your uniform, and music became your greatest lover.

You reached out and retrieved the specific record you had in mind. Gently sliding the sleek, obsidian vinyl out from its protective sleeve, you cradled it delicately. As the stylus met the surface, K. K. Downing’s guitar strings struck like a punch to your senses, in a delectable impact of metal. The music flowed through you like an electric current, coursing through the grooves, infiltrating your ears, and permeating every fibre of your being, until you were immersed, entwined, and carried away by the raw yet exquisite sound.

Moved by the beat, you rose and started swaying back and forth, the music's rush flooding you until you didn’t exist. Music always held a flavour more alluring than any drink and a sensation more ravishing than any drug – music consistently brought you to a peak of euphoria that couldn't be replicated by anything else. You loved that feeling; the one where you would float over the world in your own little bubble, where no one and nothing mattered except for you and the music.

Your hand found the bottle of wine resting on the kitchen counter, and you took a large gulp, letting the burning liquid cascade down your throat. With the buzz of the wine slowly enveloping you and the music infusing life into your being, you began to move your hands up and down your body, tracing your curves beneath the satin of your robe.

Swaying your hips to the music, you let your mind drift back to Eddie; his husky voice as he tried to tease you, the mischievous tint behind his hazel eyes that you hoped would, when properly provoked, turn more devious—perhaps even a touch wicked. You let your mind wander to what Eddie was hiding behind that Metallica shirt. With a teasing smile to yourself, your body swaying from side to side in a tantalizing shimmy, finding balance with the rhythm of the music.

Come crawling faster Obey your master Your life burns faster Obey your master, master

The sound of your phone ringing brought you back down. "No way he called already!" You dropped the volume of the music before grabbing your phone.

Unknown number

This was too good to be true! And right on time too as the song on the vinyl changed. "Burnin' Up" started to invade your ears. Grinning deviously, that was perfect timing, and you were more than ready to put on a show if Eddie was on the other side of that line.

“Hey there handsome, feeling desperate, are we?” you sultrily cooed.

“Good to know you are a little brat outside of work too.” Eddie’s harsh tone sent a shiver down your back while his words sent a clenching wave through your core.

“Aw, but I just did what you wanted me to do.” You added a quiver to your voice for full effect, “I just wanted to be a good girl for you…”

“Fuck, you can’t just say shit like that baby!” You let out your best teasing laugh.

“Why is that? Am I making you hard?” You questioned innocently, “Are you hard for me right now Eddie?” A strained sound made its way to your ears as you took another gulp of your wine “Am I being a good girl for you now?”

“Good girls don’t tease. Good girls don’t… arg… Good girls listen, and they don’t act like desperate little brats for attention! ‘That why you were acting like a spoiled little princess earlier? Ya wanted all my attention, like the desperate little slut you are.?Well, you have it now baby, so you better make it worth my while” You whimpered at his words, but you didn’t want to give into him – not yet anyway, you wanted to savour this as long as you could.

“Tch, don’t flatter yourself. I don’t need attention from wannabe metal douchebags, thank you very much.” A dark chuckle erupted from the phone.

“Tut, tut, tut. Baby, you can fool yourself all you want. But I can see right through your little spoiled brat display. Beneath all that though, rocker girl thing you’ve got going on, all you want is for me to put you in your place. Am I right, or am I right?”

Fuck, he was too good at this. Most men you had been with had not really wanted to indulge in this fantasy of yours. Most of them had found it weird, not really understanding that when you were acting like a bitch you didn’t want to have a “conversation to settle our differences” as one of your exes so aptly put it. You snorted - No, what you wanted was for someone to grab you by your hair and spit in your mouth. And then, you wanted to cuddle, eat junk food and listen to music until your ears bled. But that was a bit too much to ask apparently.

“Where did your mind go baby? Am I too much for your little bratty ass?” Eddie teased through the phone.

Suddenly a wave of vulnerability like you’d never really felt before washed over you, making you extremely self-conscious. You felt stupid in your little satin robe, half drunk on wine and desperate for some guy you all but had 10 words with. Your skin was itchy, and you felt too hot like a hand had wrapped itself around your throat and squeezed. Fuck, what was wrong with you? For once, a guy was willing to indulge in your little kinky fantasy and what? You were gonna have a panic attack?! You didn’t even know the guy, why were your nerves on fire, why did it feel like you couldn’t disappoint him? Why were you feeling like you were teetering on the edge of a precipice, ready to plummet to your death?

Were you afraid of the fall, or were you afraid that no one would be there to catch you?

“… I’m sorry Eddie, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You could feel tears gathering in your eyes.

“Fuck, shit.” You could hear Eddie scrambling on the other side of the line, “Did I go too far? Fuck I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Shit I should’ve checked for safe words before, shouldn’t have gone straight into it, it's just you drive me goddam mad honey.” A pause as he seemed to realize what he had just said, “Not like “mad-mad” more like lust-mad or – fuck, I don’t even know what I am saying and I’m rambling, and I probably sound like a complete maniac and…” You let him continue, his unfocused voice making you feel safe and maybe, just a little… understood.

“s’ok Eddie. It’s me, it's just… I guess I got a bit scared because you know… You just seem a bit too good to be true.” Silence.

“WHAT?! I seem too good to be true?” His voice took on a misbelieving tone, “Have you looked at yourself? You are like the definition of hot!” You chuckled at his words,

“Nah I am serious babe! Next to “HOT” in the dictionary, there is a photo of your face, I promise you that!”

You felt yourself grow warm under his words, “You’re just saying that…”

“Hey, don’t do that alright,” he counters sternly, his voice so full of certitude and assurance that it fills you with safety. You were so full of his words that you could pop at any moment, “I don’t say shit I don’t mean, never. And look,” a sheepish pause made you hold your breath, “You kinda intimidated me back there, you know. Like your fucking hot, and your witty and then I find out your kinky AF too? I mean, you’re like my dream girl brought to life. I feel like if I pinch myself you’ll disappear, like I made you up or something.”

You release a breath at his words, attempting to regain a modicum of composure you tease, “What like Pygmalion? Am I your Galatea then?”

“Baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Never mind…Did I kill the mood?” you ask in a squeaky voice.

In response, Eddie burst into a hearty laugh, “Nah baby you didn’t. It’ll take a lot more than that to scare me away from someone like you… How ‘bout we slow down? Maybe you could tell me what you were doing before I called you up.”

That you could do, "Well, I got back from work all flustered, just had to blow off some steam, you know? Poured myself some wine and put on Killing Machine..." A pronounced groan reached your ears.

“A tad controversial for a so-called metalhead to choose that record—a bit too... mainstream," Eddie quipped, his tone teasing. But your lips curled into an unabashed smile. "Maybe, but I was riding a Burnin' Up vibe, and needed the perfect backdrop. Anyway, a solid album's just that, regardless of how mainstream it might be." you bantered in return.

"Amen to that, baby. But tell true honey, was that all you were doing? Sitting around with music and a glass of wine?" Eddie inquiries with a touch of salaciousness in his tone.

"I might have been dancing... explored a bit beneath my robe—" you teasingly purred.

"Describe it," Eddie suddenly interrupted breathlessly.

" Oh, you want to know what I’m wearing? Is that what you want Eddie?" you replied teasingly.

"Don’t tease baby, be a good girl and describe what you’re wearing.”

You pause for dramatic effect, taking the time to compose your thoughts. "I'm in my black robe, it's all satin with lace, barely grazes below my ass..." you slowly croon, your voice a delicate whisper.

"Damn, keep talking, baby," Eddie's voice urges you, dripping with desire. "It caresses my skin so sensuously, makes me feel so good... Am I doing well?" you inquire, a mix of nervousness and anticipation in your voice.

"Absolutely amazing, baby. Have you touched yourself yet?" he inquires further.

"Just my tits, Eddie. I was kinda hoping you'd give me a call," you shily confess “Are you happy to hear how much I want you?"

"More than you can imagine baby, are you wet for me?” You could almost picture him; he was sitting in a nondescript room, perhaps with some Metallica posters and records strewed about, he’s clenching his teeth as you describe how much you want him, perhaps he took out his cock too. Is he touching himself, you wonder? Because right now, all you want is to dip one of your fingers inside your panty and relieve some of the tension that has been building since before you left for work.

“I’m so wet for you Eddie… I think I’ve been wet since before I left work, that’s how much you affect me. I want to show you that I'm not just a brat; I can behave, I can be your good girl" you say earnestly.

"I know you can be, but let me share a little secret with you, baby." Eddie pauses, and you hold your breath, awaiting his words. "Truth is, I kinda love it when you get all bratty on me..."

At his words, emotions erupted within you—a mélange of lust, desire, joy, and a tad of shyness. Each little butterfly fluttering deep within your belly in a symphony of feelings.

“There’s more of that where it came from,” you sheepishly admit, all too aware of your tendencies to tease and your strong-headedness. You lick your lip, and purr, “Are you hard right now Eddie? Are you as hard for me as I am wet for you?”

“Oh baby, I’m as hard as fucking Andúril right now!” Eddie loudly pants.

“… What did you just say?!” Nervous laughter meets your ear as Eddie stammers,

“No-nothing. It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.” With regained confidence, he continues,

“You gonna touch yourself baby? Come on, be a good girl and touch yourself with me.”

You quickly fumble with your phone as you put it on speaker and lay it next to you on your bed. “I’m in bed…” You shakily exhale.

“Yeah? Me too honey. Now. Touch. Yourself.” His tone left no room for arguing. You could hear a belt unbuckle and a zipper coming undone amidst the rushing of fabric on the other side of the line making you shiver as you imagine him taking his heavy dick in his large hand.

Slowly you hiked your fingers up your thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise under the trace of your nails. You reach under your robe, and you hiss as your index finger grazes your weeping pussy. “Ohh Eddie, I’m so wet, I’m dripping everywhere.”

“Fuck baby, I want to hear.” Blushing like mad you position your phone next to your dripping pussy before slipping your index inside, the wet squelching of your finger going in and out of your core sending pleasurable shivers down your spine as you imagine Eddie’s reaction on the other side of the line.

You breathlessly moan “You hear that, Eddie? You hear how much my bratty little pussy wants you?!”

“Fuck sweetheart, that’s the most metal music I’ve ever heard. My dick’s so hard right now, I feel like it’s gonna fall off.”

“I want to hear you too.” You frantically demand “Yeah? You want to hear me rub my dick baby? You’re such a perverted little girl!” Eddie didn’t need much convincing and all of the sudden you heard a loud plop, and a loud moan escaping Eddie’s throat. The sounds sending an arrow straight to your warm core; did Eddie just spit on his dick? The wet sound of his hand going up his dick was truly one of the sexiest things you’ve ever heard.

“I’m close baby…” Eddie admitted between loud moans.

“Already?” you giggle breathlessly.

“Fuck, don’t be a brat now baby. You close too?”

“Mmm-hmm” You hummed “Not close enough.”

“How many fingers, you’ve got in that sweet little pussy baby?” Eddie pants, almost pained.

“Just the one Edd.” “Shit baby, add another one. Can you add another one for me, honey?” His words alone were almost enough to send you over the edge.

“Yes Eddie, Yes I can. Anything for you!” You whisper-shout into your phone.

You dip another finger inside, ripping a loud moan from your throat. You part your finger, frantically spreading your slick all over and making a mess over your sheet. You curve your index toward you until you reach the spongey spot inside of you that feels oh so good. You rub and rub while your thumb aggressively circles your clit.

“Oh Eddie!! Mmmmm… Fuck, I’m close Ed, I’m so close! I don’t want to come alone!!”

“You won’t baby, you’ll come when I tell you to come. Not before.” Eddie pants into the phone. After what feels like forever, you feel the cord that had been steadily building inside of you start to grow taunt, teetering on the edge of snapping in half.

“Eddie… pleasepleaseplease! Please let me come!”

“FUCK! Come for me baby, I’m cumming!” His words send you over the edge and you see a white light blinding you as your body grows tense before letting go.

You can hear Eddie’s panting on the other side of the line while you try to catch your breath. Now sticky and half-naked with your robe open, you feel a wave of shyness overtake you.

“Eddie? Are you… Are you ok?” A loud laugh meets your ear.

“Am I ok, Baby? Pretty sure the Milky Way just exploded in my room. Damn, that was the hottest thing ever!!” You shyly chuckled at his sweet words.

“It wasn’t like… too much or anything?”

“Wait Baby… Was that your first-time having phone sex?” You grew hot and are quick to dispel any ideas he might get “No, not at all. But…” you hesitate, “But it’s the first time anyone ever made me feel like that before.”

“What? Orgasmic?” Eddie teases.

“Shut up!” You laugh before your traitorous vulnerable heart plants himself down your throat, “I meant like safe; you know. Like you wouldn’t make fun of me or like you actually wanted to hear me come. Like I really mattered for a minute and it wasn’t just about your dick.”

Eddie’s voice grew soft at your words “Baby, there is nothing that I would love more than hearing you come every day, it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. If you let me, I’d put it on a CD and listen to it on repeat.”

“You mean that?”

“With ever fibers of my being baby.” Eddie answers honestly. You can hear the truthfulness and the transparency in his voice. makes you feel better, and perhaps a little bolder, as you ask, "Does that mean you'd like to see me in real life again and not just when I have to serve coffee?" When Eddie doesn’t answer for a second you feel your heart drop down like a lead balloon.

"Or not," you chuckle, "I didn't mean to sound conceited. It's fine if you don't wan—"

Eddie cuts you off, "I'd love to, baby."

"You would?" you ask, your voice tainted with disbelief.

"I didn't mean to sound so unenthusiastic. It's just that I'm not used to having such a pretty girl proposition me like that. Had to pinch my ass to make sure it was real, ya know."

You laugh as your hand nervously toys with the lace of your robe. "So when would you like to see me?"

"How about tomorrow? Pancakes for dinner, and then if you want, I have a show with my band in town. You could come with."

"Yeah? You want to see me tomorrow?"

"Nothing else I'd rather do."

"There's nothing else I'd rather do either, Eddie."

“Then it’s a date… Be ready 'cause I’m gonna rock your world Baby!”

You giggle at his words “Can’t wait Eddie.” You look around you, with thighs still sticky with your pleasure—yeah, you really couldn't wait to see your rockstar again.

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~Stars in Her Eyes, Stars in Her Heart~

Chapter 10: Honor the Lives She Takes

(Kiri x Fem! Avatar! Reader)

Summary: In the art of hunting you must use all of your senses, sight isn’t the only one you possess.

Word count: 1.0k

Author’s note: Shorter chap but still a good one 💪🏻 Also taking a break from writing this fic, so last chapter for a little while :( Good things coming though!

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Honor the Lives She Takes

Kiri was upset this morning, there was no way around it. Lo’ak and Tuk hadn’t stopped bothering her, stealing her things and distracting her from her chores. She had begged them to just leave her alone but they never relented. Even when she threatened to tell their mom about Lo’ak’s most recent dumb decision him and Tuk wouldn’t stop bothering her.

The worst part is that now she was late to meet you. Everything felt like it was building on top of each other, and Kiri felt every little thing bother her.

Her mood quickly shifted and a smile rose on her face as she caught sight of you laying in the middle of the clearing you had started meeting in. You were curled up on your side, fast asleep, as atokirina fluttered around you. Some gently graced your skin as they floated up and down on you, like Eywa placing soft kisses on your skin.

Kiri wondered if she looked that peaceful when she slept as atokirina floated around her. It had become a regular occurrence after Neteyam had found her napping with the sacred spirits surrounding her once.

She shook thoughts of herself out of her head as she focused on the girl in front of her rest peacefully. You were beautiful, breathtaking. Kiri was enamored with you as all of her thoughts consisted of you.

It had been a few days since the kiss, and Kiri had yet to bring it up, mostly because you hadn’t brought it up either, and Kiri was anxious she had done something wrong. Doubts built up in her head that she had done something wrong. That you hadn’t liked it.

But here you were resting in front of her, seeming to not have a worry in the world.

Kiri wondered for a second if you had just left the body here instead of heading back to your lab, but that thought quickly left her mind as the woman laying on the ground shifted, your eyes opening as you looked up to Kiri who was studying your face.

“Good morning.” Kiri greeted you.

“Yeah, good morning. I guess I fell asleep waiting for you.” You didn't pay any mind to the atokirina and Kiri figured it might be a common occurrence as she had seen you be graced by one before.

“I’m so sorry, my younger brother and sister wouldn’t leave me alone.” Kiri rolled her eyes, annoyed beyond belief.

You smiled at her, laughing a bit, “It’s alright. You made it and that’s all that matters.”

Kiri just hummed, watching the sky as the atokirina floated away.

“What’s the plan for today?” You asked.

Kiri smiled, she was excited, “I am going to teach you how to hunt.”

You gasped, excitement flowing through you as well, “Awesome, I’m either gonna do great, or suck ass at this! No in between…”

Kiri giggled at you, hearing the words, “She will learn to honor the things she uses, honor the lives she takes.” float through her head.

Kiri smiled, “Okay, follow me closely, ask questions as they come.”

You were hyped now, “Alright, let's get going then.”

Once you started walking Kiri instructed you, “Keep your body close to the ground, try to blend into your surroundings. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself.”

As you snuck around you took in your surroundings, “So what exactly are we doing?”

Kiri didn’t look towards you as she walked, but she spoke to you, “We’re tracking.”

You were a little confused but didn’t question her, “Okay?”

“Come here.” Kiri motioned towards you, waving you over to her.

You approached her, keeping your body close to the ground like Kiri had instructed. You moved as smoothly as you could, not used to slinking around through the shadows. It was a new way of moving, different from the running and climbing you and Kiri had been doing so far.

This wasn’t about survival, not in that way at least. It was about another way of survival, finding food to keep yourself going. This was about staying hidden for the hunt, the chase. This was about the kill.

Kiri reached out towards you, taking your face in her hands before covering your eyes, “You use your eyes to observe what’s around you, but your eyes aren’t your only senses. Tell me, what do you hear, what do you smell.”

Your ears twitched as you took in the noises around you, “I hear birds and a hexapede,” then your nose twitched, and you angled your face up to smell the air better, “and I smell the dirt, but it smells like a hexapede has come through here.”

Kiri nodded, “Good, a yerik, now let’s follow that lead.”

You were careful to keep quiet as you followed the trail of the yerik, watching the ground and making sure you weren’t stepping on any twigs that could snap. Eventually you came to a trail of hoofprints from the creature, and then it was soon that the creature was in sight.

Kiri looked proud of you, keeping her voice quiet, “Okay, now quietly stand up and shoot.”

You slowly stood, staying as hidden in the bush as possible. Pulling out your bow and pulling back the string you took a deep breath in, then on the exhale you let the arrow go, hitting the animal spot on.

The animal dropped to the ground and you let out a loud cheer, “Hell yeah!”

Kiri excitedly drug you over to the animal where you finished it off, repeating the prayer Kiri had taught you. Your Na’vi was rough, and hard to understand, but you made it through the prayer.

“I’m so proud of you!” Kiri shouted, hearing the voice in her head, “I’ll cook up some of this for you to try, but most of it will go back to my clan.”

“Sick!” You shouted back.

You were proud of yourself, you had never dreamed you would accomplish something like this, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Kiri’s words for the rest of the day, “I’m so proud of you!” repeating in your head over and over again. She was proud of you, and that felt amazing. You felt your heart burn behind your ribcage, like a star about to explode.

Word Bank:

Atokirina (woodsprites, seeds of the sacred tree, very pure spirits)

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

Hexapede (Pandora’s deer-like creature)

Yerik (Hexaped)

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The Shadows of Our Love |9|

Chapter 9 | In the Shadow of Interest

Pair: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Y/n becomes acquainted with someone new and Poppy shares an interesting fact about a certain Slytherin.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1.9k

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As you read your notes in class before the Professor came, it felt useless, your notes were as if you were reading Gobbledegook. You spent the majority of your free time while you were recovering after your normally scheduled classes, studying, and writing notes that you thought would absolve you of all your stress. Walking into class early, you pulled out the books of the notes you meticulously wrote and your eyes bulged out of your head at the nonsense on the page.

You weren’t a Ravenclaw for a reason, you clutched your head as you tried to read through and memorize what you hoped would be on the exam.

You felt someone sit in the seat next to yours at the shared desk, you fully expected to see your fellow Slytherin Imelda as you lifted your head to express relief, “Oh good you’re here.”

“Is it?” The boy from The Three Broomsticks is in the seat next to you, the seat Imelda usually occupied.

You were confused at why he was there and not wherever he usually sat, “Excuse me?”

“Good that I’m here, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” He smiled sheepishly. His smile was crooked but charming with the way it made his eyes shine.

“No, I-um,” You winced. “Sorry, what are you doing here?”

He glanced around the class, “Same as you hopefully.”

You broke into a smile and a jump of your brows at his ease, you gave out a breathy laugh to calm your nerves. “Right.” You continued the revision of your notes, disregarding the new sixth year.

“Bit of a stressful subject, eh?”

“Yep,” You placed a hand under your chin to steady your reading. He inched a little toward you, you noticed through your peripheral, peering at your writing that had gone from neat to scribble in the time you had written it. You hesitated before you asked, “Are you having any trouble?”

He shook his head shortly, “Surprisingly no, though it’s not to say it’s not without its challenges.”

“Right,” You said again in defeat, your head falling. Every week it felt more and more like you got immensely lucky with the assignments and your NEWTS in your fifth year, beginner's luck for a school year.

“I’d be happy to tutor you if you need the extra help.”

You thought about his offer for a short minute and opted out of answering definitively. “I might take you up on that sometime, I fear it is a little late for me today.”

He grinned, “Unfortunately so. I’m Vaughn by the way.”

You met his soft gaze, “Y/n.”

“I know,” His grin widened at the crease in your brow, “Your reputation precedes you. You are quite the public figure in these parts, and if I may risk sounding a bit forward and saying you are even more spectacular in person.”

You were at a loss for words, something that you never experienced, well except for when a certain someone had called you ignorant… You hoped the heat that you felt in your cheeks wasn’t visible.

Students you recognized as part of the class had now entered the room, they eyed you and Vaughn, taking their usual seats until Imelda walked in and paused at the sight of you. A smirk planted on her lips as she smoothly took the seat in the desk behind you.

“I hope you don’t mind I took your spot, Imelda,” Vaughn turned to look at her. “I know Y/n is your usual partner, I was wanting to get to know her a little, I’m a bit of a fan.”

You didn’t usually like the whole ‘having fans’ thing but he flattered you too well. She waved her hand dismissively, “No, that’s quite alright, she’s all yours.”

~~~

The acquaintanceship of you and Vaughn became a popular subject amongst the gossipers and overzealous girls. Eyes scanned you now for something completely different than whether your build was one of a fighter who could take down a troll in a village, now they searched for any imperfection that would deem you unworthy of a boy as handsome as the golden boy.

It was fairly uncomfortable for you to hear the comments some of the girls made, I mean truly, they were outrageous.

“Y/n,” You heard a familiar feminine voice shout after you, though you weren’t entirely sure why and hope that it wasn’t to send you on another dive to retrieve something valuable, you didn’t think you had the strength to do anything even slightly precarious just yet.

Your roommate, Grace Pinch-Smedley had halted in front of you and pulled you to the side of the first door out of the Great Hall.

“Hello, Grace, did you need something?”

Her cheeks were tinged pink, “It’s a little embarrassing, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re friends with the new boy, everyone has actually.”

“Vaughn?” You blinked in surprise, you wouldn’t call yourself friends with him exactly, you’ve only had a conversation or two with him from the moment he made himself your new desk partner and that was two days ago. News really did travel fast amongst the students of Hogwarts.

“I’d understand if you said no, but could you put in a good word for me? I’d very much like it if he were to court me.”

This was awkward. You couldn’t say you knew him well enough to suggest a potential love interest, but for your roommate's sake, you told her that you would do what you could. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try.”

“Oh thank you,” She squealed, squeezing your hands before leaving you to think to yourself.

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Flash after flash hit the training dummy in the dark room, spell combinations were getting easier, and with the new activeness, you were able to move more swiftly. You stretched beforehand and massaged your fingers, even meditating at times to focus your mind.

You found that what you could manage to do was the obvious spells from last year and the new vocal spells you were taught this year. Non-verbals became easier but it was a notable struggle that you felt self-conscious about, especially with the comments made by Sebastian in any class that Professor Hecat allowed you to practice.

At times it felt like your wand was burnt out, with the struggle of trying to get a simple cast right. Maybe it was a reflection of how you felt internally. You spent, at least, an hour every day in the Undercroft practicing Non-verbals and finding out methods that would make it easier for you.

Exiting the gates with a thin sheet of sweat glistening on your skin, you were too focused on cooling down that you didn’t notice someone walking in as you were walking out.

Your eyes flash open and you take a step back, the clock door was wide open, and you sound breathless as you speak. “Sebastian.”

“Taking advantage of the Undercroft are we?” He quirks a brow at you.

“Ominis gave me permission to be here, not sure you could say the same, we both know you like to sneak.” You glance at the empty space behind him that he was blocking, in a way to signal that you wanted to get out of the elevator but he didn’t move.

“Noticed you’ve been around the new 6th year.”

“For someone who is not interested in being my friend, you sure seem to notice a lot about who’s around me,” You recall the Garreth altercation and now he mentions Vaughn.

“Don’t be daft, I’m just curious to see how many of the boys at Hogwarts you ensnare with your feminine wiles before it all comes crumbling around you,” His forearm is on the frame of the clock. His new height made him tower over you more than he did last year, the way his right leg was crossed over his left and his other hand kept the door open, his casual remarks infuriating you.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Feminine wiles? Am I not to mention all the women that flock to your attention, you have more friends with the opposite sex than with your own.”

“Now who’s interested?” He keeps his smirk to himself but he couldn’t help the twitch in his lips.

“I’m not the one being set on being the most rude person on earth,” You counter. You would have been his friend if he let you.

“From what I hear we’re one for one.” The past week ran through your mind, how often you snapped at poor Garreth who was just trying to help you during class or isolating yourself so that you wouldn't be a bitch to people who didn't deserve it. All because of the boy in front of you. Ominis sure didn't hold back from mentioning how moody you've been.

Now who could he have heard that from, “Not that it’s any of your concern but I was having a bad week.”

“You’re right, it is none of my concern, I’m simply passing through my hideout,” He pushes himself off the frame and rights himself into a normal stance.

“You mean Ominis’ hideout,” You corrected.

“Yes, his- the place you so conveniently came out of, the one I introduced you to.”

You lifted your chin, “Coming here is my business.”

“Ah, but this is still Ominis’ place as you said.”

“I thought you were aware of our arrangement,” You admitted. You assumed Ominis would have told him and that was how he was going to keep Sebastian and you from running into each other, it was simply luck that you hadn’t so far.

A flicker of an unreadable emotion passed in his eyes, he spreads his hands, “It is clear now that I was not.”

“Right, well, now that that’s settled-” You move to one side to walk around him, and he steps in the same direction. You go to the left and he repeats the action, you huff out a breath and risk touching him. You grasp his elbows and move him to the right, squaring your shoulders to walk confidently away from him.

~~~

“Can you believe Grace asked me if I could set her up with Vaughn?” You tell Poppy as you pet Caligo, the black feather Hippogriff. “I can’t be around her in fear of her asking if I ‘ve done it.”

She chuckles, “I’d imagine the request was odd, especially coming from her.”

“Only because I don’t want to be held responsible if it doesn’t go her way, what did you mean?” You pause your petting and refill the beast feeder.

“It has to be weird for you to be friendly with Sebastian's ex-girlfriend, sharing a room with her even, and for her to ask you to set her up with a guy who is clearly flirting with you.”

She left you speechless, people just kept surprising you nowadays, Sebastian used to court Grace? Vaughn flirting with you?

“I have no interest in Vaughn, firstly.” You had to get that out of the way, “Second, Sebastian and Grace?”

“I know right,” Poppy scrunched her nose as she picked up a puffskein and nuzzled her nose to the grey puffball. “They were an unusual couple, didn’t last very long though.”

Sebastian and Grace? You couldn’t get over it. Grace who comes from a well-known family that’s well off money wise and Sallow, who is- well Sebastian. Known troublemaker that he is, you doubted that Grace’s family would’ve approved any such courtship. Then again that could be the reason they’re not together now.

“Why’d they break up?”

“You’ve got a lot of questions for someone who ‘couldn’t care less about Sebastian Sallow’,” She teased.

“He never mentioned it,” You shrugged.

“I wonder why,” She said with a smile.

~~~

Chapter 10

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The Byers-Harrington Story

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Byers! Female Reader

Genre: follows the shows plot lines, but will have moments that it diverges canon.

Warnings: some cussing, there is two slurs at the very beginning (i used show dialog, i used a different word in place of f**), Lonnie being a deadbeat. should be it.

WC: 3.6K (the most I’ve ever written)

Summary: Will Byers has gone missing, so of course his family is worried and looking for him. Now what happens when one unsuspecting Byers family member gets pulled into this dungeons and dragons mystery along with an old middle school crush? Romance hopefully.

A/N: this is a female reader, i do use she/her pronouns. I’m sorry I’ll try and get better with my writing and making sure i don’t use female pronouns too much so everyone could feel as included as possible. also if you reblog this story let me know if theres anything you would like to see in future installments. I’m going to try and start writing part two hopefully this week. I also have work coming up soon so it will be a bit harder to get more installments done, but I’m trying. I’m gonna try and get season one parts done hopefully by the end of august. also yes there will be parts that are mostly focusing on the byers because this is a byers read so of course they are going to be worried about their family and stuff.

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The day your little brother went missing was when your world was thrown around like the inside of a tornado; everything was off balance, thrown around, and a disaster.

One major thing was being thrown into the strong, charming, and handsome gravitational pull of one Steve Harrington.

Oh, also monsters, a girl with telepathic powers, government conspiracies, and an alternative dimension called ‘the upside down’; but all those things become crazier later as time moves.

Your little brother Will Byers had gone missing for about 10 hours. He was only 12 years old, a tiny boy compared to many others in his grade. It’s the fall moving into winter time meaning it gets colder at night, meaning he shouldn’t be running around in the woods or something.

Your mom and you went to Chief Hopper and asked if he could help look into Will’s sudden disappearance and started to question if your dad might know anything. The thought of Will going to see your dad made you laugh inside, but you only showed your disdain for that thought with a light scoff.

“No, Lonnie wouldn’t know anything about where Will is,” your mom spoke to the Chief.

“He’s a deadbeat and doesn’t care about any of us, especially Will. Always calling him names like queer and fairy,” you spoke out.

The Chief and Joyce both turned to look at you when you spoke almost like they forgot you were in the room. Joyce just placed one of her hands on your thigh that was closest to her and rubbed her thumb back and forth while her other hand held a lit cigarette.You noticed that the Chief was still looking at you, his gaze made you shrink in on yourself a bit, remembering that you spoke out in front of adults.

“Are you saying that this could be a hate crime of some sort?”

“What?”

“Well, she said that Lonnie called him names and you said he was getting bullied at school,” the Chief replied to the both of you.

“Look Hop, I don’t know, all I know is that my baby boy is somewhere out there all by himself probably scared to death,” Joyce firmly replied.

The Chief, Hopper, leaned his elbows onto his wood desk and ran his hands over his face, stroking his beard. You could see his eyes moving back and forth between you and Joyce, watching the both of you, probably analyzing your emotions that were displayed openly to the world on your faces.

He sighed out after about a minute of silence and everyone’s breathing, “okay I’ll see what I can find.”

You both just sighed out then left the office, leaving the station and heading home. Neither you nor Jonathan wanted to go to school today, the three of you decided to search the woods surrounding your home and make a missing person poster.

…

The following day Chief Hopper stopped by the house early in the morning wanting to talk with your mom again, still wanting to follow the Lonnie lead, even though all three of you knew it was a waste of time.

Jonathan made the three of you breakfast which consisted of eggs and toast, which is the usual most days. Joyce was smoking again, something the three of you (you, Jonathan, and Will) wish she would stop, but it’s a nervous habit of hers.

“What? No, be careful of the poster.”

“Yeah, okay. All right,” Jonathan replied.

Joyce just stared at the plate of eggs and toast Jonathan placed in front of her, not bothering to pick up a slice of food.

“I can’t eat.”

“Mom please, just a little?” you asked of her, not wanting to watch your mom not take care of herself.

She just looked at Jonathan like you didn’t even say anything, you just sighed onto your plate.

“Listen. Listen, the Xerox place opens in, like, 30 minutes,” she says as she checks her watch for the time.

“Yeah.”

“And I don’t want you to go alone…”

“I’ll go with him,” you spoke up around a mouth full of eggs.

Joyce and Jonathan turned their heads in your direction then they turned to look at each other, having a silent conversation between their eyes. It looked like Joyce was about to say something before Jonathan spoke up.

“Yeah that's fine, I’ll drop you off at school after.”

You just nodded your head and went back to eating, but Joyce still looked apprehensive about you going and spoke up, “no I’ll have Karen take Jonathan instead since you should be at school and I need to be here.”

“Mom-”

“Mom, it's fine.”

She looked between the both of you and just sighed and threw her hands up into an ‘alright’ gesture.

“We need to make, what, 200, 300 copies?”

“That’s ten cents a copy mom.”

You could see Joyce starting to get more frazzled and slowly losing the loose hold of her emotions, her hands shaking as she reaches for her wallet.

“Mom,” you whispered while grabbing her hand.

Jonathan placed a hand on her shoulder, “you can’t get like this, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled out to both of you.

“It’s okay mom, we’ll get through this and get Will back,” you stated.

The three of you just sat in silence for a moment, your plates of cold eggs and toast not being touched by anyone. The moment was broken by the knocking on the front door bringing your attention away. Joyce got up from the table, Jonathan and yourself just a few steps behind her as she opened the door to Chief Hopper looking solemn with his hat held between his hands.

“We’ve been waiting for six hours.”

“I’m sorry I got here as soon as I could.”

“Six hours,” Joyce repeated.

“Mom, just let him tell us what they found, okay?” you spoke from just a step behind her trying to make sure she doesn’t have some type of breakdown.

Hopper sighed, “we’ve been searching all night. Went all the way to Cartersville.”

Joyce bunched her shoulders high while wringing her hands together, “and?”

“Nothing,” Hopper said quietly.

“Oh god,” Joyce cried out.

You pulled your mom into a hug for her sake, but also yours since you didn’t want to start crying at this moment.

Hopper cleared his throat, “Flo says you got a call last night.”

Joyce sniffled and replied with a “yeah” and brought him over to the burnt landline.

After a kinda tense conversation regarding the nature of the phone call, Hopper brought up Lonnie again and decided he’s gonna check him out.

“You’re wasting your time,” Joyce shouted out to a retreating Hopper.

Joyce just sighed out for probably the 30th time that day and retreated into the kitchen. You were following just behind her when you noticed Jonathan walking out the front door and closing it quietly. You furrowed your brows for a moment then decided you’ll ask him about that when you leave.

You walk up to your mom who was back to sitting at the kitchen table with another cigarette lit between her lips while she was looking at Will’s missing persons poster. Her breaths were coming out shaky every time she exhaled puffs of smoke, tears slowly making their way out of her tear ducts and gently falling down the curve of her cheeks and nose bridge. You squat down to the floor, placing your hands on her knees knowing she needed to be reminded of you and Jonathan.“Mom, everything is going to be okay, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh honey,” was all she got out before you engulfed her with a lung-breaking hug.

You heard Jonathan before you saw him. You pulled away from your mom and gave her a quick kiss on the crown of her head and grabbed the poster along with your school bag, heading out the front door with Jonathan just behind you. When he got into his car and started the engine was when you decided to bring up the topic.

“So what did you talk about with Hopper earlier?”

Jonathan barely moved his head in your direction at your comment, just a slight side eye. His gaze stayed focused on the road, all the way to the Xerox place. When the two of you were inside the place waiting for your stack of copied posters, you posed the question again to Jonathan and did not take silence for any type of answer.

“I’m gonna visit Lonnie after I drop you off,” was Jonathan’s curt reply to your pestering.It took you a moment to process what he just said to you because why would he be going to Lonnie’s unless “is that what you were talking to Hopper about?”

He just gave you a side eye to your question giving you information that you didn’t know “he said not to, didn’t he?”

Still no verbal answer to either question, but Jonathan doesn’t talk much anyway. Though after years of living together you were able to read his tells, side eyes and being even quieter were usual his tells for most things that he was trying to keep secret.

“Well if you’re going to Lonnie’s, I’m joining.”

That got Jonathan’s undivided attention making him whip his head so fast at your statement, it’s surprising he didn’t get whiplash. You just kept your steady gaze on his blown-out look like he saw a ghost. Jonathan was about to open his mouth, probably to tell you ‘it’s not happening, not in a million years,’ but the nice lady at the counter came back with your poster and the copies interrupting Jonathan. You thanked her with a nice smile and grabbed the stack and walked away in the direction of the exit to head to the car.

“(Y/n),” Jonathan finally spoke up when the both of you left the store.

You didn’t even turn your head, pretending to not acknowledge that he said your name, and just stood on the passenger side of the car waiting for Jonathan to open his side.

“(Y/n)-” “No Jonathan, we both know what a piece of shit Lonnie is so I’m not letting you go over there by yourself. End of discussion.”

And it was, Jonathan just sighed and got into the car to drive to the school.

When the car was parked in Jonathan’s spot you both grabbed a couple of posters and went inside. You and Jonathan both split up and would be back up by the entrance within 10 minutes. You pinned a few posters on cork boards that were mounted onto the halls and even gave a few to the office to see if they could pass them out. When you were satisfied with how many you got out you started back towards the entrance of the school when you skidded to a stop.

Jonathan was pinning a poster up and just a few feet away there they were. Tommy H., his girlfriend Carol, Nancy Wheeler, Barb Holland, and the King of Hawkins high himself Steve Harrington. All five of them just watched Jonathan behind his back, as you were walking closer you could hear a little bit of their conversation.

“I don’t think he speaks.”

“How much do you want to bet he killed him?” Tommy H’s dumbass spoke up.

Your blood started to boil at the fact they were making fun of your missing brother and assumed that Jonathan killed him. You started to storm over to their little group just as you saw Steve shove Tommy with his elbow and told him to shut up. Just as you were behind them you saw Nancy walk away and over to Jonathan.You tapped Tommy H on his shoulder to draw his attention towards you and with an unsuspecting smile, you slapped him across the face. You didn’t care if you got in trouble, no one talks badly about your family.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Tommy shouted while holding his cheek with one hand.

“If I hear you talk about my family like you did just now, it will be a lot worse than a slap Tommy,” and you walked away.

“Are we sure you didn’t have something to do with his disappearance?” you heard Carol shout back to your retreating figure.

“Fuck off Carol,” was all you gave back in reply.

…

“So you want to talk about what happened back at school?”

Jonathan took a quick look at you taking his eyes off the road for a second before looking back ahead, keeping a steady grip on the steering wheel, the rain being the noise draining out most of the world along with the music as it was pelting against the windshield and roof. You just kept your gaze focused outside of the window with your head leaning against the glass and your fist pushing into your cheek.You didn’t say anything back so that was the answer to Jonathan’s question. All you thought about right now was the dangerous ideas conjuring in your mind. The idea that Will would run away to Lonnie’s was absurd and you all knew that, but the thought of Lonnie doing something horrible to your little brother made you want to throw up what little food you had for breakfast. The car coming to a stop pulled you from your nightmares and brought you to the monster's house instead.

“Okay in and out, that’s it.”

You and Jonathan both looked at each other trying to gauge what the other was feeling at this moment. Probably scared, terrified of finding Will here, angry at the thought of seeing Lonnie again, but you both put those aside and nodded at each other and got out of the car.

Jonathan walked ahead of you and pounded his fist against the door, after a few seconds he banged his fist again and this time you both could faintly hear a female voice inside the house.

“Ugh, Cynthia,” you said with an eye roll.

Cynthia opened the door and just the noise of her aggressively chewing her gum was pissing you off very fast.“Can I help you?”

“Yeah, is Lonnie around?” Jonathan asked.

She just looked between the both of you, “yeah, he’s out back. What do you want?”

“To look around,” Jonathan said as he walked into the house with you following just behind. You both began to split up looking everywhere Will could possibly be hidden.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Hey!”

“We’ll be fast,” was all you replied back.

You and Jonathan looked into different rooms, closets, cupboards, anywhere shouting his name to let him know you were here. Just as you finished looking on your side of the house walking back towards Jonathan when Lonnie came out of nowhere pushing him up against the wall.

“Jonathan!” you yelled out.

Lonnie looked in your direction after hearing your cry and just gave a disgusting grin your way looking back at Jonathan, “looks like the bitch is still around.”

“Get off!” Jonathan yelled with a cry pushing Lonnie by the chest to get him away.

Lonnie just smiled and watched Jonathan like he was waiting for him to make his next move, “you’ve gotten strong. Bet she’s gotten weaker.”

He indicated the last part in your direction. You just crossed your arms over your chest, trying to give you some type of physical protection even though it would have no effect. Jonathan was the one who took most of the physical violence from Lonnie, you would take some to if Jonathan wasn’t around, but it was mostly Jonathan being everyone’s savior.

“Will someone please explain what is going on?” Cynthia spoke up from the end of the hallway just behind you.

“Jonathan, (Y/n), this is Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan and (Y/n), my kids”

“Yea nice to meet you Cynthia and not great to see you again Lonnie, but we have to leave.”

You moved to grab Jonathan by his denim jacket and made for the door. The small, trashed house was starting to make you feel like you couldn’t breathe, like it was slowly closing in on you, closing you off from the safe world outside keeping you trapped inside with Lonnie. When you got outside you started to walk towards Jonathan’s car, but saw that he stopped by Lonnie’s and checked the trunk. You held your breath hoping that Will wasn’t in there. Jonathan closed the trunk and turned his head towards you and shook it ‘no’ which made you release your breath.

You decided to just wait for Jonathan in the car not wanting to have any more interactions with Lonnie. As you waited in the car you could see that Jonathan and Lonnie were having some type of conversation, Jonathan slamming a missing persons poster into Lonnie’s chest, and then him walking away back to the car. Cynthia came out and grabbed onto Lonnie from behind saying something that you couldn’t give two shits about, so with a final eye roll you pulled your gaze forward just as Jonathan opened his door.

…

Yea you hated this job, but it paid okay money plus tips and you’ve only had it for five months, waiting for something better to come along. Working at Lenny’s Pizza was pretty easy, but it made you want to rip your hair out because of the customers. You’ve already called out for the past two days so you took a shift from a coworker since they had last minute plans. And just as you were finishing up with your last 15 minutes on the clock, you had to make a delivery, which luckily would be the last thing for the day so not too bad if you might say.

However when you got to the house and knocked on the front door, your night was ruined even worse after today's events. Steve Harrington opened the door and you froze into a block of ice. Of course the last delivery of your night had to be at Steve’s house, and Carol and Tommy H. were probably here too, shit.

“Byers?”

A voice snapped you out of your daze and you looked to see Steve staring at your face and then you saw the way his eyes made a quick scan of your uniform. You felt heat rush to your ears which were luckily covered by your hair and the employee hat.

Look you may not really like Steve at this point in time, but you used to have a little crush on him in middle school. He was different back then, yea he still had the Harrington charm that he uses to this day, but he was a lot nicer to everyone, he was sweet, helpful and considerate. Now because he’s in the ‘popular crowd’ he’s mostly a douchebag, though in your head you think it’s mostly because he hangs out with idiots like Carol and Tommy H. He’s also just very handsome with his well crafted hair and his gorgeous smile-

“Oh look who it is!” Carol and her annoying voice have made their way into your brain now.

You look just past Steve and see Carol standing just inside the sliding door. You couldn’t see who else was here tonight, but you for sure knew Tommy was here so you just wanted to leave.You look back to Steve to see he was still looking at you, watching you, it made a slight shiver go up your spine.

“Um, it’ll be 10.73”

Steve handed you a 20 and you didn’t know what to do for a moment when his fingers grazed your palm. You looked at the bill and then looked back at him with a sort of dumbfounded look.

“I-I don’t have change on me…”

“Keep the change, it can be your tip,” he said with a smile to his face.

You just gave a tight lipped smile back to him, said good night and headed back to the company car. You took one glance over your shoulder when you got to the drivers side and saw that Steve was still at his door looking at you. You felt your nervousness get the best of you so you rushed inside the car and left, just wanting to be home right now in bed.

When you did get home you saw your mom outside standing by her car. You dropped your bike in the grass near her car and you saw her jump at the noise.

“Mom, are you okay?” That was kinda a rhetorical question seeing as she hasn’t been okay for the past two days.

She was shaking and was just staring at the house. You turned your head in the direction of the house as well when suddenly the lights started to flicker inside.

“Mom, did you forget to pay the electric company or something?”

Still nothing, so you walked closer to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her head finally turned towards you and you saw the look in her eyes. She was scared.

“What happened?” “The lights, and Will’s room, and-”

“Mom,” “And I heard this noise-”

“Mom!”

It went quiet after you shouted at her, but you needed to. She was slowly spiraling and you couldn’t have her do that, you didn’t want to constantly have to worry about her while also trying to find Will. It was too much pressure on both you and Jonathan.

“Mom, let's just go to bed, it's late,” you sighed.

She moved her eyes back to the house and you followed in her movement, seeing the lights flicker again, but you didn’t care about that right now. You just looked back at her and linked your fingers with hers and pulled her behind you as you walked to the house, back inside your haunted house.

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Welcome, Player...

⁺⋆✰ Steal Your Heart; An OT9 + Reader Insert AU Interactive Fanfiction Game

TLDR; In this new ZeroBaseOne interactive AU fanfiction game, the reader plays as the 10th member of a K-Pop group mistreated by their company and on a downward spiral. One day, there's a glitch in the matrix-- causing our reader to enter the "Metaverse", where they receive special superpowers through the birth of their true self in the form of a Persona. What if the members of ZeroBaseOne can band together as the Phantom Thieves to take down their company and save themselves from their fate?

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Warnings: PG-13+ Themes, Angst, Drinking, Mistreatment by Company, Slight Suggestiveness, Crime, Mild Violence (Specific Warnings Listed On Each Chapter)

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The Monster You Created Pt.10

(Sam Fortner x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere!Sam, Dark themes, Swearing, Kidnapping situation, Unreciprocated love, Paranoia, Flashback to verbal abuse

Word Count: 2.6k

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( I’m so sorry updates r taking forever😭😭 I hate slow updates just as much anyone but writing filler scenes in between big events in the book r slowing my motivation down. This chapter was supposed to be longer but I wanted to get something out to remind everyone that I am still working on it, so it ends in an awkward place )

You were already seated in your chair in front of the coffee table as Sam came back down the stairs. You decided to be ready to have breakfast with him after witnessing the sight of a corpse rotting within the shell of a human body staring at you right between your eyes. The whole sight left you suddenly very nervous and fearful, gaining the abrupt desire to not anger him this morning thus forcing yourself to be on good behavior, starting with sitting down at the table before he even told you to.

You kept your eyes glued to the table even though Sam’s whole demeanor did a complete flip and he felt much more sanguine. However, he didn’t sit across from you as he always did and instead placed down just your single plate of breakfast. It was a little less amount of food than usual, but you’d only notice if you studied it very hard, other than that it wasn’t that big of a difference in the case of a punishment.

You looked up at him in curiosity as he held two other plates of breakfast. “I’m really sorry but I have to go talk with our guest in the other room. And I might have lunch in there too. But I promise it’s just a today thing.” Sam said with his voice orchestrated with a whimper and sad eyes. He said this like missing a couple of minutes eating two meals with you for one day was the worst thing ever. You were still subconsciously paralyzed so you remained silent even after he left for the other room, opening it and closing slickly so you couldn’t peek.

A new distrusting fear began to bubble in your stomach at a possibility that just cursed your mind. A possibility of Sam’s true motive and intentions. A possibility that Sam has done this whole routine before. That he kidnaps every girl he likes and when they don’t fall for him back within a certain timeframe he kills them and moves onto another girl. Have you bit off more than you can chew and have frustrated Sam to the point of kidnapping a new girl? Maybe all this time he was a serial femicide killer who either murders women in a fit of rage or gets sexual pleasure from killing women he’s attracted to.

That possibility was extremely realistic and common in serial killers, which just did nothing for you but make your limbs uncontrollably tremble. You didn’t even have the resilience to stomach your food out of the pure terror that was gagging and suffocating you. Your lips violently shook as your hands endlessly wrung around each other. You felt like your ribcage was shrinking and squeezing your heart.

You knew this was only a possibility yet your trembling limbs were convinced it was true. That you were going to be murdered.

Was Sam actually going to kill you? You told yourself he wouldn’t yet you remembered that you don’t know him as well as you think. Afterall, the day before you were kidnapped was when your perspective of him was as far from the truth as possible. You didn’t know he liked you, you didn’t know he was a serial killer, and you certainly didn’t know he would kidnap you.

And by the way he stared at you with those zombie eyes, you were more convinced that you truly never really knew him at all.

Your posture was still frozen in foreboding anxiety until Sam had finally exited the side door with a look of disappointment which only enhanced at the sight of your untouched food. He shut his eyes momentarily and let out a sigh before walking over to pick up your plate. With your frightening theory still tormenting your brain you gave one last try to negotiate with the possible remaining redeemability in him.

Once he was sat in the chair on the other side of the table is when you decided to speak, continuing what you were trying to get through to him before breakfast. You took a deep swallow to drain the thick heavy trembling of fear off your uvula. “My job isn’t the only thing I’m worried about.” You said with a tense voice, your eyes never once leaving the table.

Sam took a second to lean back in his chair until he gave you furrowed brows, urging you to continue. You swallowed again, your heart beating so fast that you feared he might hear it. “I-I have a younger sister who needs me. She lives in a crappy apartment, she depends on me financially and emotionally. She’s going through a lot of shit right now and she can’t go through it on her own. I cannot stay here for long.” You tried your best to force your tone to be clear to overpower the utter shaking in its undertone.

Sam didn’t say anything at first, his pointed eyes only softening. He finally spoke up with a frown. “What’s her name?”

Your heart pumped such a beat harder that you almost wheezed from the impact. Your eyes glanced up to the T.V on the far side of the room, the memory of watching the last movie coming into your mind. “Margo.” You tried to say it as soon as he asked. He looked to the carpet and nodded. “Doesn’t she have a job or friends?”

Your stare remained on the coffee table, almost forgetting the name of any job that ever existed under the pressure of waiting eyes. Your lips were closed shut so you could heavily breathe through your nose. “She goes to the community college and works part time at the grocery store.” You said quickly. “And the friends she has aren’t the right kind of crowd for her.”

“I see…” Sam softly said, nodding his head as he looked away from you like he was deep in thought. The suffocation closing in on you was suddenly lifted when you heard him say that.

Sam returned his gaze back to you, the mood in them completely switching from light to dark. “But can you at least look me in the eyes when you lie to me.” He spat.

Your eyes widened then snapped up to him in terror, that same terror stealing all words from your throat before you could even form them. Your frown was shaking as you locked your sights on his furious expression, his glare tasing you. You opened your mouth to defend yourself for your life but your words were still taken by your alarmed terror.

Sam scoffed at your reaction and rose to his feet with a sneer rubbed across his provoked face. “I can’t believe you! As if the list of your bad behaviors wasn’t long enough, now you’re a liar too!? Jesus fucking Christ.” He viciously babbled as he began to pace the floor, you holding back tears full of dread over the fact that he actually saw right through your lie as if it were glass. Again, you really didn’t know him as well as you thought since he knows you way better than you thought.

Sam tightened his hands into fists, turning to face you to yell down at you. “You’re so full of bullshit I actually can’t believe it! A sister? Really? Are you fucking kidding me?! You think I wouldn’t know you’re an only child? I literally told you there isn’t a single thing about you I don’t remember! But you never listen!”

Your lips quaked despite biting down on your bottom lip to cease it, your hand clutching onto your other one. Your burning eyes were still wide open, your lower lash lines bearing puddles of your tears that didn’t dare to leak down your cheeks. The fear of the idea that Sam had the mind to murder you still loomed right over you so his violently raised voice was just making your current emotional state even worse.

“You think I like yelling at you?!” He still continued. “Because I don’t! But apparently the only way to make you listen to me and pay attention is if I do!”

Why do you keep ending up in this situation?

“Don’t yell at me.” You meekly said but with a face of seriousness as you stood in front of your tantruming boyfriend, Brady. You made the two of you leave his friends’ party early because you had to wake up early the next morning to take your car into the repair shop. You had told him before you left and he was totally fine with it but once you reminded him at the party he seemed more than angry with you.

Despite telling him he could go back after returning you home, he instigated a one way argument with you in your shared living room, the subject of the fight becoming unclear the more he yelled.

“Why?! You only listen to me when I scream! Like you’re fucking deaf!” He walked over to your still body and positioned his mouth just inches away from your ear. “Should I stand right here when I talk to you from now on!?” You squeezed your eyes shut from the high volume straight to your eardrum. “Even if I did, you probably still wouldn’t understand what I’m saying!”

“The only way to make you listen is if I yell!” Your dad screamed down at your adolescent form as he aggressively gestured toward the dishwasher full of day-old clean dishes that he had told you to put away before he got back from work. You were constantly sniffling as tears drizzled from your wet, sad eyes.

“You’re just like your mother! Fuckin’ pissing me off all the time!” He savagely screamed at you, baring his teeth like a rabid dog. “Do you purposely try to piss me off so that I yell at you?! Do you like it when I yell at you since that’s the only way you can listen!?”

Why do you keep ending up in this situation? Over and over again? You just never seem to learn no matter how many times you circle back to this.

Sam finally seemed to tire out of his yelling, catching his breath as his back faced you still holding in tears. The terror was still washing over your senses as your body was still frozen and your lips were still fighting off the quiver. His harsh sigh made you physically flinch but woke you up enough to finally ask what has been bothering you all morning.

“If…” Your courage shrunk in size when Sam turned back around, your words cowering back down your throat but you still forced them through your overly shaky voice. “If I don’t fall for you…” you looked up at him with terribly glossy eyes and lips trembling more and more, “are you gonna kill me?” Your voice broke down into wheezes as you asked it, tears finally falling; asking it out loud was unexpectedly so much harder than thinking it, genuinely questioning your potential death being too hard to bear.

Sam’s jaw dropped and a look of horror that nearly challenged yours crossed over his features, his eyes going big in shock. “Oh my god, no. No, no, no.” He desperately said, taking small steps toward you with a vulnerable voice. “Of course not. Don’t even say that. I would never dare do anything like that to you.” He said honestly. “Is that what you’ve been thinking? Shit, (Y/n), do you actually believe I would do that to you? After all the trouble I went through just to get you here with me?”

Just the mere thought of life draining from your eyes made him manic, and the mere thought of him being the cause of it was too excruciatingly painful to even stomach.

Tears began to expand in Sam’s eyes. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that I love you?! And that I would never hurt you!” The man tumbled to his knees before your seated form, your body finally losing its stiffness once being coaxed back to the weakness of not believing Sam could or would hurt anyone.

“Did you know this whole situation hurts me more than you? Not being able to touch you is absolute torture for me! I just want you to trust me enough to let me touch you, to feel you in between my arms. I promised you I wouldn’t touch you without your permission, remember?” You pursed your lips together, almost forgetting that he did in fact promise that and has yet to ever touch you in any sensual manner.

He frantically gestured his hands towards his chest. “But I’m endlessly aching for your touch. I want to hold you so badly but I can’t. But once I do, I know I’ll never stop.” His proclamations slowed down as a sickening sense of lust painted over his green-hued gaze with flushed cheeks when thinking of the day that he’ll finally be allowed to touch you.

“But…” you spoke down at his lovesick visage, ignoring the fact that he probably didn’t want you to respond, “that doesn’t answer what you’re going to do with me if I never fall for you.” You nearly regretted asking despite knowing that Sam would lie to you about what would happen or be so delusional that he truly didn’t think it were possible.

Sam shortly shook his head, a small smile teasing his lips. “You’ll learn to love me. Just give it a little time and you will, I know you will!” His voice was filled with assurance and hope. He rubbed his palm over his eyes to wipe away his tears as he stood up. “But this is why he’s here.” He said just above a mumble as he turned back for his room, not comprehending he said that aloud and leaving you lightly flabbergasted.

Hearing the door slide open, you instantly broke your eyes away from the page of the book you were reading to distract your attention away from your predicament. With the weight of the knowledge that you would meet whoever was locked behind the other side of the door when Sam returned home, it felt like Sam was gone for much longer than usual even though in reality that wasn’t true at all. You clapped your book closed and made your way to the same chair you sit in every single day.

Sam began excitedly telling you all about the restaurant he went to for dinner and the unique way they prepare their Greek food but your mind was much too occupied with the torturing suspense of getting to finally meet your fellow captive, noting the third plate Sam had pulled out. Sam exhaled giddily with his hands on his hips, smiling down at you. “I have someone very special I’d like you to meet.” He said before walking over to the closed door with an energetic grin.

You leaned forward to try and see around him when he opened the door. Words that were too quiet and distant for you to hear were exchanged between the two of them. “Gene! I mean-Sam!” You heard a voice you didn’t recognize call out in between sounds of shuffling. Your heart began to pound in nervous avidity as you listened intently and moved your body around to try and get a glimpse into what was going on.

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Moonlight Ch. 11 | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

a/n: hi all <3 first of all, just wanted to say, tysm for 500 followers, i hit the mark this week and im so touched and thankful for everyone that has been enjoying my writing and sharing it. also special shout out to all the people i have connected with and have helped me along the way. might make a sappy post some time soon but for now here's my thank you. my little present is an extra long chapter (almost 9k!).

this chapter was a rollercoaster to write- a love and hate relationship you could say. i think a lot of you are going to feel the same way, i hope you enjoy though <3.

Chapter Summary: You and Bastien finally spend more time together, him visiting for the Monaco GP. Monaco had one rule though that you couldn't break: an after race party is a must.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, cheating, hurt/comfort, and smut (18+, please stay away if not), also hastily proof read so sorry for any mistakes.

once again, tysm for 500!

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link to chapter 10 of moonlight here

Chapter 11 (8.9k words)

By the time you all landed in Monaco, the team morale is high. Both drivers had managed to land in the points in Spain, earning a decent jump for McLaren as they continued to fight through the midfield. You had all celebrated after the race, and you had even went out for a short dinner with Carlos’ family again, this time joined by Lando.

Monaco though was another exciting place to be in, and although you were excited to help the team race in one of the most iconic tracks of the whole calendar, you were also excited for another reason. Your boyfriend was coming to visit.

Even on the early morning on Friday you couldn’t help but to wake up earlier than usual, going to the breakfast buffet at a time where you were usually still dragging yourself out of bed. It’s when you finally take a seat to eat your food that you spot Carlos and Lando coming in, both of them looking surprised that you were already there.

“Early day?” Lando teases once he comes up to you with his already made up plate. He easily slides into the seat next to you, unable to hold back the yawn he had.

“Mhm, long day today.” You comment as you see Carlos come by as well, sitting next to Lando and putting his plate down too. He looks more tired than usual but you choose not to ask, simply shifting your attention back to your phone, smiling small as you texted.

You smiling early in the morning was an unusual sight for them to witness. Everyone by now knew that you were in fact not a morning person. More often than not, you found yourself sleeping in, choosing to ignore the grumble in your stomach, in hopes to get a bit of more time curled up in bed.

“I don’t think I have ever seen you be this happy so early in the morning, it’s weird.” Lando says, reaching to poke your face and you look at him with deadly eyes.

“Don’t you dare.” You say getting Lando to put his hand away. Carlos can’t help but snort, listening into your conversation.

“Now you’re being extra quiet this early in the morning. Did I miss something?” Lando asks, looking over Carlos and Carlos just shrugs.

“Couldn’t sleep last night, I don’t know why.” Carlos grumbles a bit and Lando can’t help but ruffle Carlos’ hair to which Carlos scowls at, instantly swatting his hand away.

“Is this what you have to deal with every morning with us?” Carlos groans and you can’t help but laugh, nodding. Lando pouts at that, calling both of you rude but you’re rolling your eyes, going back to the food. There’s a bit of silence and you’re thinking whether to ask Carlos or not, but to your surprise he brings it up first.

“Uhm- I got a paddock pass for France. Monaco was already impossible, but you told me that could also work?” Carlos mumbles and you look over him a bit surprised. You nod though, instantly putting your cutlery down.

“No- France is amazing. You really got them?” You ask and you can’t help but smile when Carlos nods. You get up to give Carlos a quick hug from behind, leaning down as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel one of Carlos’ hands gently rub over yours and you smile small.

“Thank you so much, you’re the best.” You murmur before slowly pulling away, only to find Lando looking at you both closely.

“Your family is coming?” Lando asks and you let out a small laugh.

“Them? No never. They don’t like these things and they’re far too busy.” You say with a shrug, not wanting to get too much into detail. “But Bastien is coming over for the weekend here. He’s more from the Souther region in France but he was open to coming for Monaco and for the French GP.” You say with a smile.

“Now that I’m standing though, I’m gonna go grab something really quick. Do you guys want anything?” You ask and when both drivers shake your head you head out to see more of the food. Lando gives you a small moment to get further away before he speaks up.

“Paddock passes for Bastien?” Lando asks and Carlos looks up at him, letting out a soft sigh. He knew why Lando was asking, but it was far too early to entertain the conversation so he decides to play it clueless.

“What?” Carlos asks and Lando scrunches his brows as he looks at Carlos.

“Why would you do that? I thought you hated him- and well, that he hated you.” Lando says and Carlos shrugs, looking back down at his plate. He tries his best to entertain himself by pushing a piece of sausage around but Lando isn’t leaving the topic alone.

“She asked and I could help her out. So why wouldn’t I?” Carlos murmurs and Lando can’t help but roll his eyes.

“She’s not even interested in you like that.” Lando says and Carlos almost snorts at that, stabbing a piece of his food. “Unless she is?” Lando asks.

“It’s a friendly thing to do.” Carlos settles with, giving Lando a shrug. He wants Lando to drop the topic, doesn’t want the younger driver to ask too many questions. It’s not like he didn’t trust Lando, but he also didn’t want to put any of you in a compromising situation.

“Are you both okay?” You’re back with your food, your question snapping both drivers out of their own little conversation. Lando simply nods, shifting to give you space to settle down again.

“We were thinking of inviting you and Bastien to the party.” Lando says and there’s a sharp pain he feels shoot up his leg where Carlos decides to kick him but Lando stays put, smiling as he waited for your answer.

“A party?” You ask and Lando nods, explaining how the drivers usually went to a club after the race in Monaco. It sounds fun but you’re a bit hesitant to agree, seeing Carlos look uncomfortable at the thought of you and Bastien going.

“I mean, it would be nice yeah? We spend so much time with you but you never go out with us anymore- and it would be nice to meet your boyfriend a bit better.” Lando says and you let out a soft sigh.

“Lando, I’m not sure if that’s the best idea.” You murmur to him, eyes going from Lando to Carlos who wasn’t even facing or engaging into the conversation.

“Please,” Lando murmurs. “The club has quite some space, worst thing you could do is break off and spend your own time together.” Lando says. Carlos doesn’t want Bastien there, but he lets out a soft sigh, finally looking over.

“You should join, it will be fun.” he smiles small.

“Are you sure?” You ask, looking over the two drivers, letting out a sigh and giving them a nod when they both say yes.

Carlos regrets telling Lando to invite both Bastien and you the moment he sees Bastien in the hotel. It’s late already, the team having wrapped up the evening in the garage after free practice. You had left early, Tom having told him that you had gone to pick up Bastien from the train station.

For a second, Carlos really considers turning around and leaving the hotel, or maybe even just waiting outside. He doesn’t know what to do, hopes to maybe stall enough until the two of you go up to your hotel room but he doesn’t even get the chance to leave the lobby. It’s when he goes to turn though that he spots Lando, the glint in his eyes lets him know he doesn’t have a chance to escape this one.

“Y/n,” He calls out, waving over at you both as he pulls Carlos’ arm with him to walk towards you both. He doesn't really have a choice as he turns towards you both again.

This time though your gaze meets his before you’re looking over Lando too. Carlos doesn’t miss the way Bastien’s hand goes to yours, soon intertwining your fingers together as you both meet the drivers halfway.

He didn’t see it at first but the moment you both come close enough he can feel the tension coming off from both of you. You’re nervous and Bastien looks disinterested. Despite you both holding hands, Carlos thinks he’s never seen a couple look so far apart.

If Lando notices he doesn’t seem to show it. “How are you mate? Haven’t seen you in a long time.” Lando says to which Bastien smiles too.

“I’m good, I’m good. Just been doing work. So same thing as you guys but just a boring version of it.” He chuckles to which you smile small too. Despite Bastien talking Carlos’ eyes are trained to you. You look uncomfortable next to him, the sight of it making Carlos’ skin crawl a bit.

“Hey, hey. How was the rest of the debrief?” You ask since you had to skip the second half of it. Lando shrugs, nothing special had happened, so he didn’t see the point in letting you know any of the extra details. There’s a bit of an awkward silence and to everyone’s surprise Bastien is the one to break it.

“Thank you for the pass for the French GP.” Bastien says to Carlos and the words sound fake. “I don’t think I’m going to take it though, we’ll see. I’m not sure if I can go just yet.” Bastien says to which you shift uncomfortably to.

“Ah- that’s a pity. Why not mate?” Carlos asks to which your boyfriend shrugs.

“About the party,” You murmur but Bastien is interrupting you.

“We’re going.” Bastien grins and you look over him, clearly confused. You both had fought over the car ride back to the hotel. About the paddock passes, and the party. You had been so excited to have Bastien join you but your boyfriend had taken it as an insult, the fact that you were taking things from your ex-boyfriend was disrespectful he had said.

“Don’t you have to fly the day after for a work thing?” You ask, giving his hand a squeeze but Bastien shrugs, squeezing your hand back and giving a peck to your lips.

“And? I’ll sleep off the hangover on the plane.” He chuckles. Carlos is watching you both, shifting a bit on his feet this time. He didn’t like the tension and he frankly wanted to leave the conversation. Lando also looked a bit uncomfortable, already having stepped a bit back.

“Perfect then. We’ll stop by the hotel so we can all leave together.” Carlos offers this time and you give him a look, waiting for him to say something else but he doesn’t.

“Sure,” You say but Bastien gives your hand another squeeze.

“Actually we’ll find our way. Can you just send y/n the address?” Bastien asks, this time facing Lando. Lando nods, soon grabbing his phone.

“Will do.” He says before Bastien’s nodding. He gives both the drivers a smile before pulling you to the elevators.

You don’t bring it up until you’re undressing to go shower, slowly folding your clothes up by your suitcase. “So, we’re going to party with them?” You ask quietly. Bastien and you barely having spoken since you had arrived to the room.

“I mean, why not? You seem to love spending time with your colleagues.” He says and there’s an edge to his voice that makes you let out a sigh.

“Bastien, his family was in Spain. I grew up with them. They’re practically my family.” You murmur, turning to him. You were tired, upset, but mainly disappointed. You had been excited for your boyfriend to arrive all week but the first thing you both had done was fight. He’s reaching for your hands and you pull away, not having much patience for him. The tension in the room was high and you didn’t even know how you would be able to sleep like this next to him. He seems even more annoyed now.

“Then I don’t see why we shouldn’t go to the party. Is it cause I’m here hm?” Bastien asks and you scoff.

“You know what? Yes. It is because you’re here.” You snap, already tired of having the same argument be brought up again and again. “I don’t know what you want from me Bastien. I really don’t.”

“Come on.” Bastien sighs out soon grabbing your hands. This time you reluctantly let him, standing between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. His hands are traveling from your waist to the curve of your back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He apologizes and you know he doesn’t mean it, that he was just as always messing with your emotions. You should know better and ignore the way he’s kissing your neck, but you do the same thing you always do and let him pull you into the bed, both of you soon slipping out of your clothes.

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Carlos already regrets having offered the paddock pass, mainly because he realises he can’t even stand the small glimpses of you and Bastien around the hotel. It’s not like he sees much of the both of you, but what he does see is enough to make him feel tired of it. He can’t even imagine how it would be like having to see you two at the track.

The thing is, every time he spots you Bastien is on you. Either leaving small traces on your waist, holding your hand, or kissing your lips. From the looks of it you’re more than happy to have the attention, completely zoned in on him. It’s like you’re in your own little world. He hates the blush that forms in your cheeks whenever Bastien seems to be teasing you, or even the small marks that are creeping on your neck. He tries to ignore it, he really does, but he can’t help but look over once in a while, a part of him wishing that it was him instead.

It gets to him, it really does and he finds himself grumpier than usual, not really interested in most of the things going on apart from racing and the car. He doesn’t admit it though, not when Lando brings it up, or even when his family brings it up from their last call.

Because of this he throws it all into the car, simply wanting to get into it and race- and it works really. He finds himself pushing a bit more than usual, risking it a bit more and waiting to break until the last minutes. It’s Monaco, so not a lot of overtaking happens, but with the good strategy of the team, they manage to make it into the points.

It’s when he’s in the press pen that he feels a bit restless again, but he manages to answer the questions, sharing about the car, his feeling with the steer and how he had managed to still overtake one or two drivers. It’s quick, and he’s happy with the overall result so the talks are a bit more bearable. He’s still impatient though, leg bouncing slightly as he leans onto the barrier. He knows it’s unprofessional to want to speed up the process but he can’t help but think that there are better things he could be up.

He’s disinterested the whole time around, the seconds just ticking slower and slower and he feels himself looking into nothing as the interviewers ask him questions. He hears them, and he can answer them easily, but it’s obvious that his mind is somewhere else. He knows why he feels so impatient, thoughts about you in the garage still, probably wanting to finish up as soon as possible to go spend your time with Bastien. He really wanted to catch up with you before you left. He had barely gotten any time with you, and he knows it’s only fair, your boyfriend barely ever got to see you, but he didn’t care.

So, to Charlotte’s demise Carlos heads out of the press area a bit early, ‘forgetting’ about the last three interviewers that were calling his name from afar. It’s only fifteen minutes really, so Carlos is pretty sure he can get away with it, and he does.

He’s back into the garage a bit earlier than usual, and instead of going to his driver’s room to cool off for a bit he’s watching everyone pack up. He looks a bit lost really, standing as he looks around in hopes to spot you.

“You’re back early.” He hears, and your voice is so distinct that he doesn’t even hesitate to turn around, smiling small.

“Yeah- finished up all my interviews.” He lies with a shrug and you give him a nod.

“I didn’t catch you before but we’re in the points for Monaco, good job. Lando too.” You smile, gently bumping your elbow into his. “Perfect thing to celebrate tonight.” You say.

“So you’re coming?” Carlos asks, just wanting to make sure.

“Yeah. Bastien wanted to go.” You say with a nod and Carlos finds himself nodding along too. He doesn’t want Bastien there, but he’s willing to take it.

“Is it weird?” You ask after a bit and Carlos sucks his lips a bit, humming as he tries his best to figure out how to formulate his words.

“Yeah- a bit.” He says, not knowing how else to say it and you pinch your bottom lip a bit.

“If you’re not comfortable with us there, we can always not show up.” You say softly but Carlos shakes his head.

“No, of course show up.” Carlos murmurs. It’s the first time he sees you up close since Bastien arrived and that’s when he notices it. You look tired, eyes a bit heavy and throat a bit hoarse and he wonders for a second if you’re okay.

“Are you sure?” You ask, this time turning to him and Carlos nods. You smile small, reaching over to his arm to give it a gentle squeeze. It’s on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t know if he’s overstepping. Was it even his place to ask anymore? It’s when the words are about to leave his lips that you cut him off.

“Thank you. I’m gonna prepare the room for the debrief now.” You say before you’re heading off.

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You both end up showing up at the party at different times and by the time Carlos arrives you’re already there. He doesn’t spot Bastien though, just you with Pierre and Charles at the table. The moment you spot him though you’re smiling, coming close to greet him. Carlos doesn’t need to ask, he can tell by the loose smile on your lips and the way your body leans too close to him when you reach for a hug that you’ve already had a few drinks.

His arm instinctively wraps around your waist to steady you as he lets out a soft chuckle. “How long have you been here for?” He asks curiously as you pull your arms away. His hold on you lingers though as his fingers tickle your bare skin.

You look gorgeous, in a small dress that practically leaves little to the imagination. The white hugs you perfectly and Carlos can’t help but trace his fingers over your back, where the cut out of your dress is. You shiver under his touch and he can’t help run his tongue over his bottom lip.

You let out a mixture of a breath and a laugh at his question. “An hour- but you know how Max is with drinks? Bastien is even worse.” You say with a pout and your words are just enough to snap him back into reality.

He pulls away almost instantly, needing to remind himself that you’re not his tonight- or at all. You’re too tipsy and airy to notice, smiling at him so sweetly that Carlos almost thinks it's cruel. He wants to ask you where Bastien is, wants to know how little time left he had with you but as a cue your boyfriend appears, easily wrapping his arm around you to pull you close.

“Amour,” He says before leaning down to give you a kiss. Carlos clenches his jaw as he sees you two share a quick kiss and there is a small satisfaction in the pit of his stomach at the sight of you pulling away first. He doesn’t even hide the roll of his eyes when Bastien reaches for another one. Carlos can’t stand it, so he clears his throat, scratching his nose awkwardly to discreetly get you both to pull away.

“Sorry, just look at her. Can’t resist hm?” Bastien chuckles, wiping his lips with his thumb. There’s a smug look on his face and Carlos is thankful he isn’t a few drinks in because if that were the case he wouldn’t have hesitated to throw a punch or a shove. He doesn’t though.

“How about we grab more drinks no?” You offer and Carlos doesn’t miss your uncomfortable smile and the way you pull a bit from Bastien but he doesn’t say anything, instead nodding at you to take up on the drinks. He’s about to go but Bastien stops him.

“How about you go first yeah? I’ll catch up.” Bastien says to you and you frown a bit, eyes looking over at Carlos who is biting back a cocky smile. He didn’t want to admit it but he did like the fact that he was getting under Bastien’s skin without even trying.

“Bastien, let’s go.” You insist but Bastien shakes his head, giving your forehead a kiss instead. You look over at Carlos this time, not wanting to take a step but Carlos thinks fuck it and gives you a nod. “Fine, but if you both take too long I’m coming back.” You say before you’re turning to go to the bar. You force yourself to not look back, knowing you wouldn’t be leaving the pair alone.

“Listen,” Bastien starts, looking at Carlos. “I don’t care about your history with her and whatever happened but she’s my girlfriend. So back off from her hm?” Bastien says, voice suddenly sharp and cold.

Carlos laughs, rolling his eyes as he lifts his hands up in defence. “Mate, I’m backing off.” He says. Tell your girlfriend to back off of me he thinks of saying but he doesn’t. Instead he gives him a fake smile. He knew better than to cause a fuss with Bastien in a club, not only because the media would eat it up, but also because he knew you would hate it. Bastien doesn’t seem to think the same though because his hand goes on Carlos’ shoulder and at first Carlos doesn’t think much of it but soon the grip is tighter than necessary.

“Perfect. We don’t want any issues, or whatever, yeah?” He says and Carlos knows it's a threat, he can hear it in his voice. There’s a split second where he considers it, thinking about all the things he could say that would push Bastien’s buttons just right. He doesn’t though, not because he chooses not to, but because he feels another hand on his shoulder, tearing his attention away.

“Mate! Come on, let’s grab a drink.” It’s Lando, wide eyed and smiley. Carlos lets out a breath that he doesn’t remember holding and he’s suddenly thankful that his teammate had interrupted before he had made a bad decision.

“You should go find y/n. I’ll see you around.” Carlos says, instantly letting out an annoyed sigh when Lando pulls him away. The air was almost suffocating, and he can’t help but take a deep breath as he follows Lando towards the bar. “Joder, menudo cabron.” Fuck, what an asshole he murmurs and Lando rolls his eyes.

“Si, si Carlos.” He says and Carlos can’t help but gently shove his arm. “It’s your fault they’re here.”

“You told me it was fine,” He says defensively and Carlos knows he’s right.

“It’s fine,” He murmurs before nodding to the bar. “Let’s grab something. I definitely need a drink now.”

The music’s loud, and Carlos as always is not the type to dance, instead he watches most of his mates on the dance floor whilst he decides to sit out on the side. He’s moving his head to the music though, murmuring the lyrics under his breath as he watches everybody move around. He fights the smile on his lips when he sees Daniel and Max clearly having drank too much, moving to the music like their life depended on it. He’s too busy sneaking in a quick recording of the pair that he almost doesn’t notice you joining into the mix, Max being the one to pull you in.

Carlos can’t help but smile, remembering how well the two of you used to get along. You both had been menaces to him during the first few months he was in Toro Rosso, and it was nice to see you both reconnect again. It’s painful to see you rest of the drivers dance really, most if not all deciding to go with cheap and quick dance moves (and calling them dance moves was a generous feat). He thinks he’s gotten away with dancing when Max looks over to him, eyes locking. “No,” He mouths to Max when he sees him gesturing to come. Max smirks for a second and Carlos wonders why but before he knows it Lando’s next to him, pushing him to join the dancefloor.

To Carlos’ demise he joins, chuckling as they all cheer for him. Soon he’s dancing as well, doing an awful job at it too, but there’s just enough alcohol in his system that he doesn’t care too much of whatever video would surface the next morning in the group chat. It also could be that you’re watching him with a bright smile, that being enough encouragement for him to move and dance next to you.

He’s barely even a song in when your whole demeanor changes and you’re quick to step away from Carlos. Carlos frowns, for a second thinking he had stepped on your shoe or something but he feels a shoulder knock into his and Bastien’s soon walking past him to get to you. Bastien is quick, moving to give you a kiss in the middle of the dancefloor and Carlos looks away, turning to Lando. The way his body is pressing into yours has Carlos dragging Lando to the bar.

He doesn’t even catch the way you move away from Bastien, looking more upset than anything else.

By the time he’s back he’s sure plastered but he doesn’t care, the music suddenly sounds a lot better and the club is fuller. He’s loopy eyed and smiley, laughing at a joke Lando made that was probably not even that funny. You’re all at a table now, a quick recharge before you would all join the dance floor once more.

He’s surprised to see you by yourself this time and he slides into the seat next to you, flashing you a smile and you can’t help but laugh at the way his eyes unfocus slightly.

“Look who’s drunk now,” You laugh softly, poking him on his forehead and Carlos rolls his eyes, simply grabbing you by the wrist.

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone.” Carlos smiles, he watches you closely, still holding your hand and for a second he notices that your smile wasn’t really meeting his eyes. You’re suddenly uncomfortable under Carlos’ gaze and you roll your eyes with a soft laugh, moving your hand away before looking over the guys.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Carlos asks and you nod, not looking back at him. He wants to press on further but the rest of the table has other ideas, already engaging you both in conversation.

“How about, we ask y/n which one of us she finds most attractive?” It’s Pierre that suggests it, and it’s innocent, the poor french man having no clue what he was implying. Carlos is too tipsy to not blush but there is a small smile on his lips as he folds his hands together before leaning on his knees, looking at you. He can see in the corner of his eyes that Lando’s smirking, whilst Max is looking around the table, simply amused by the whole ordeal.

“Bet it’s me.” Daniel says to which Charles and Pierre roll their eyes to. You’re looking around the table, hyperaware with the way they were all looking at you, waiting for you to answer but you shake your head. No way in hell you were giving any of them the satisfaction. It’s funny really, how they quickly go into a debate amongst themselves and you can’t help but listen, trying to nod along whenever someone made a good point.

“You know what. She would like me the most.” Pierre says boldly before looking over at you. “You have a thing for the french non?” He asks and you can’t help but blush a bit.

“I mean,” You’re about to answer but Carlos is butting it, far too drunk to stay quiet. It’s a cocky chuckle and he wipes at his lips as he asks.

“I don’t know, does she?” Your pink cheeks only turn redder and Carlos smirks when you gently shove his head away from yourself despite the smile that was on your lips.

“I heard she likes Spanish men.” Max jokes in his drunk stupor, laughing as he looks over you two and the joke goes over everybody’s heads, all of them laughing along. You’re grateful that they were all drunk, if not you would be definitely telling Max off.

“Am I wrong?” Max asks after a bit and you roll your eyes.

“I plead the sixth. I am not answering the question. My boyfriend is here, I am not answering who I find the most attractive.” You say. You know Carlos’ eyes are on you, hand gently snaking to rest on your knee under the table.

He gives your leg a gentle squeeze, “what if he wasn’t here?” Carlos is the one that asks the question and your eyes meet his almost instantly. Max and Lando are the only ones that feel the tension, instantly going quiet and sharing looks amongst each other.

“You know what? I’d choose Daniel.” You answer, wanting the conversation to end. Pierre and Charles scowl whilst Daniel cheers, already raising his glass for a toast that nobody agrees to do. Carlos is smirking though, pulling his hand away to cross his arms as he sits back on the seat.

“You’re all annoying,” You laugh off, soon getting up. “I’m gonna look for my boyfriend.” You stumble a bit on your feet, and Max is quick to get up.

“I’ll accompany you, I want to grab us more shots.” He grins, chuckling when the whole table groans. Max doesn’t listen to the pleas of the rest, heading off with you with the promising to bring more drinks back.

“So you and y/n?” Pierre is the one that asks, nodding at Carlos who tries his best to look confused, the alcohol doesn’t help his cause because Pierre simply snorts. He waits for Carlos to follow up, but when he doesn’t he just continues.

“Well I don’t like her boyfriend that much.” Pierre says with a shrug. “Talked to him a bit before since I heard he was French. He’s a bit weird.” Pierre says to which Charles nods.

“Seems like she’s interested in you though.” Charles chirps in and Carlos tries his best to hide his smug smile.

“We’re just good friends. She likes Daniel apparently.” He says with a chuckle to which Daniel rolls his eyes.

“Sure,” Daniel laughs. There’s a sudden sound from the other side of the club and there’s people yelling. Carlos is not the type to entertain the thought of people fighting, mainly choosing to stay away but the way Daniel gets up has him looking back.

“It’s Max,” he says and soon enough Lando and Carlos are offering to come with. They’re quick on their feet, quietly asking people to move to the side as they squeeze through the club. “He’s probably too drunk and someone pushed him.” Daniel says sighing as he walks towards the commotion. Carlos thinks so too, giving Daniel a nod in agreement.

“What the fuck is wrong with you mate?” It’s Max’s voice that he hears first after pushing past the crowd. He’s confused at his words, but tries his best to come closer. It’s ugly, there are people with their phones out, clearly aware of who Max was.

“You fucking came at me.” He’s pushing past the last person as he hears the words and his eyes fall on Bastien as soon as Max speaks again.

“You were kissing a random girl!” He says, clearly dumbfounded.

That’s when Carlos spots you but you’re not by yourself, another girl standing next to you, clearly apologising. He can’t see your face as your back is facing him but you can tell you’re trying to make yourself smaller, arms crossed over your body as you shake your head at her. It’s when Bastien steps closer to Max that you move towards him.

He’s not sure if you’re saying something to Bastien, probably asking him to calm down but the moment that you touch Bastien he pushes you back. It isn’t hard, but you don’t expect it and you almost stumble back, your heels not providing you much of a support.

Carlos is quick this time, jumping close to both hold you by your arm. He’s quick to look over your face and that’s when he realises: you’re crying. He’s pissed, seeing red really, almost to the point where he can’t even form words. He can see Bastien coming closer and he’s quick to stand between you two.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Is all he manages to say to Bastien, looking at him.

“Oh look who came to save you, you’re cute little ex boyfriend.” Bastien scoffs. He’s slurring his words, clearly too drunk, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to swing a punch towards Carlos. Carlos braces himself for the hit, simply holding you behind him but Daniel this time stops him, shoving him to the wall.

“Seriously dude, you’re too drunk. Get it together.” Daniel spits. “I’ll take him to the hotel.” He sighs out. Bastien is trying to put up a fight but Daniel is holding him in place.

It’s a mess, people are recording and Bastien is screaming, trying his best to fight Daniel off but Max is quick as well to hold him. “You’re such a fucking whore y/n! Fucking around with Carlos hm? All the way to the top of the team.” The words are mean and they stick to your ears and Carlos wants to punch the DJ who had decided the best decision was to lower the music’s volume.

There’s a mixture of anger and hurt sinking in your stomach and you don’t know what to do. You can’t see what’s going on as Carlos had decided to simply hug you to his chest to stop people from taking photos of you but Bastien’s words are loud and no matter how much Carlos was trying to shield you you could still hear every single one.

You’re all finally able to go to the table when the security shows up. They make sure to clear the way, clearly annoyed with the whole ordeal. It’s embarrassing and you can’t help but feel extremely bad for the rest of the group. Bastien could perfectly go home and have nobody ever talk about this again, but it was different for the rest of them. With the media and photos you didn’t even want to think about what the next headline would be.

The security is dragging Bastien out and the sight of it only makes you tear up even more. You’re grabbing your bag quickly, wiping your cheeks. “Where are you going?” Lando’s quick to ask and you look at the door.

“What? After that bullshit. You’re not going home with him.” Daniel says and he takes a deep breath. “I’ll go with him.” He offers and you’re instantly shaking your head.

“Please don’t do that. He’s my boyfriend, I brought him.” You say and the rest of the group is shaking their heads, clearly not backing down. Carlos is too annoyed to offer, and he is pretty sure if he does the night would end up much worse.

“I can do it yeah? Maybe he’ll calm down a bit.” Pierre offers and you feel even worse, shaking your head again. “No, I’m not taking a no for an answer. Charles will come with me.” Pierre says to which Charles nods, giving you a thumbs up.

“I’m really sorry guys.” You murmur and Daniel reaches over to give you a hug.

“Come on, it’s alright. You think we haven’t had our fair share of fights? I’m sure we’ve all had at least one friend be kicked out for a fight” He says before smiling and it’s so genuine that you can’t help but smile small yourself.

All of you decide to leave the club, not wanting to stay after the whole commotion as there were eyes on everybody. Thankfully you manage to wait for a ride through the back of the club, Charles knowing the promoters and asking for a quick favour. You all wait inside until Charles and Pierre leave with Bastien before you step out for the next car.

Max, Lando and Daniel pile in and there’s one empty seat left. “I can wait,” Carlos says gesturing you to go sit inside but you shake your head. “Seriously,” Carlos says softly.

“Actually, it might be best if she stays here for a while. Incase Bastien makes a fuss in the hotel.” Daniel suggests, looking over the younger drivers to see them all nodding in agreement. “You’re good with staying with her?” He asks Carlos and Carlos nods.

“As long as you’re good with staying with me?” he asks you and you’re wiping your cheeks, nodding. You want to say you’d be fine there by yourself, but you knew it wasn’t going to get through anybody.

By the time their car leaves you’re shivering a bit. It wasn’t too cold with the Monaguesque weather but you also figured it was the tiredness that had started to settle in.

“Here,” Carlos murmurs, gently hanging his jacket over your shoulders and you murmur a thanks, soon turning to him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and it’s a stupid question but you’re soon leaning into his chest, letting out a quiet whimper as his arms wrap around you to hold you close. It’s painful to see you like this, and he doesn’t know what else to do, simply kissing the top of your head. “Shh, I’ve got you.” Carlos murmurs, soon resting his chin on your head. He holds you there for a bit, rubbing over your back as he takes slow and deep breaths to calm you down.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. To you and the rest of the guys.” You cry, trying to move as close as you possibly could to the Spaniard. The only thing he can do is hold you closer, promising that it was fine, but he knows that you didn’t believe any of it.

By the time you both get to the hotel you’ve calmed down, but you stay tucked to his side, as if pulling away would only mean reality would swallow you whole.

“I don’t know what we can do. Should we get you another room?” Carlos asks softly once you both make it to your lobby and he’s surprised when you shake your head.

“Can I stay with you instead?” You ask and he knows he shouldn’t, knows that he doesn’t know what this would mean the next morning.

Your teary eyed look though has him ignoring his better judgement, quietly nodding instead so he takes your hand in his before walking to the elevators. His heart stutters when you intertwine your fingers together but he keeps his gaze forward as the elevator doors open.

Once you arrive to his room you both agree to shower, clearly sweaty and sobered up from all the commotion in the club. Carlos lets you go in first and he takes this time to clear his head, too many things were going on and he was struggling to process what had just happened. He just knew you were here now, with him, in his room. He lets out a heavy sigh as he lays on the bed, pressing his hands to his face. He doesn’t know how long he lays there like that, only sitting up when he hears you come out of the shower. Your towel is wrapped around you and he can’t help but look over you.

“Can I borrow your clothes?” You ask and Carlos nods, pointing you to his luggage before he goes to the shower to wash himself off too. He’s suddenly sweaty and burning all over, feeling like a teenage all over again. It’s awful and he feels awful but he can’t help but just think what this could mean for the two of you.

By the time he’s done you’re already in bed, tucked in. His towel is hanging low on his waist as he heads off to grab his boxers. “Can you pass me a pillow for the couch?” Carlos asks, soon slipping on his clothes. He decides to forego his shirt, simply ruffling his hair with the towel to get it to dry. He hears you say something back but your voice is so quiet that he can’t make out the words.

“What?” He asks slowly, coming closer as he goes to grab a pillow instead but this time you’re grabbing his wrist, shaking your head.

“Can you sleep with me?” You murmur, and it’s so soft that Carlos almost misses it.

“Y/n,” Carlos murmurs, shaking his head. His heart is beating out of his chest but you’re giving his wrist a squeeze.

“Please, I just- please.” You sniffle out and he’s letting out a shaky breath.

“I can’t do this, not with Bastien-”

You shake your head, “I’m done with him. I really am.” You say sniffling and Carlos is hesitant, he doesn’t know whether to trust you or not but you’re already pulling him under the sheets, and he can’t resist it. Carlos lets out a shaky breath as he feels your gentle touches on his skin. You’re so warm against him and he can’t help but to pull you close.

“He’s been cheating on me for a while now.” It’s a confession he doesn’t expect to hear and he has to pull away to look over you. “I just never saw it, but I knew. I thought he actually changed this time, I’m stupid.” You murmur and Carlos lets out a heavy sigh.

“Sometimes people do stupid things for the people they love.” Carlos says, and he knows part of him is telling that to himself. He’s gently brushing your hair out of your face, soon wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I don’t think I love him though. I love the idea of him.” You sniffle, looking over at Carlos. You look so small and broken, but Carlos can’t help but still think you look beautiful.

“I’m sorry.” Carlos says, “you deserve better.” I would treat you better, you know is what he means and you nod quietly. He’s watching you, looking down at how your fingers are slowly tracing patterns onto his chest and he lets out a soft sigh when you move closer.

“What do you want y/n?” Carlos asks, and he’s scared. Scared that he’ll regret asking the question. “I’m tired of playing this game of tug of war. I need to know what you want.” He murmurs and he can’t help but hold his breath when your fingers linger on his lips, gently brushing his bottom lip.

You’re soon connecting your lips with his and that’s enough of an answer for him. It’s different this time, slow and careful as your tongues slowly mould together. His hands are slowly creeping under your shirt, running his hands over your sides and letting out a soft sigh into the kiss.

His hands slowly run over your breasts, gently giving them a squeeze and he swallows down the moan that you let out into the kiss, happy to be able to feel you. “Come on,” he murmurs, soon pulling the shirt off you before he’s hovering above you. His eyes are trailing down your body and he can’t help but breathe out at the sight of you. “Eres hermosa,” You’re beautiful, he murmurs, more to himself, before he’s slowly trailing kisses down your neck. He can’t help the urge he has to litter every single part of your skin with marks, taking his time to map it out with his tongue. He knows it’s stupid, but he feels a pride settle in his stomach as he darkens the marks Bastien seemed to have left behind, hearing your voice gently moan out his name.

“You’re mine, hm cariño?” Carlos asks and you let out a breath, nodding as he trails kisses over your chest. His tongue goes over one of your nipples and you can’t help but whimper. He gently presses his teeth into your nub, your back arches slightly as you let out a hiss.

“Who do you belong to mi amor?” Carlos asks again and you’re hands are going down his torso, gently playing with the band of his boxers.

“Yours,” You breathe and he’s soon goind further down kissing over your thighs, his fingers slowly beginning to play with your folds. He smirks at the sight of you already swollen and throbbing.

“So wet for me.” Carlos says, gently pressing one of his fingers in, he’s almost dizzy at how easy he slips it in, soon slipping a second one as well.

“What do you want mi amor?” Carlos asks and you’re lifting your hips.

“Anything, I- please.” You murmur and that’s enough for Carlos to move his fingers, soon pressing them in deep. The breaths you let out sound like a symphony, and he’s moving his fingers faster, slowly deepening his movements. Your moans are mixing in with the sound of his fingers, and he can feel himself getting harder, the sight of you falling apart from his touches has him feeling euphoric.

“Oh,” You breathe out just as Carlos curls his fingers and he knows he’s hit the spot, his head ducks down to your legs and he’s quick to let his tongue play with your clit. He knows he’s doing it right when he feels you clench around him.

“Come on baby, you’re so close. So good for me.” Carlos murmurs and your legs shake as soon as you come, hand going to grip Carlos’ hair as you’re moaning his name out with a sinful cry that Carlos wishes he could have playing forever.

He lets you ride out your high, holding your hips in place, he only pulls away when you slowly release the grip on his locks and he can’t help but lick a stripe over your folds, loving the taste of you. He’s soon moving back up, kissing your lips before he’s slipping his fingers in your mouth. You’re quick to lap his fingers up, letting out a sigh when Carlos pulls his fingers away to give you another long kiss. He’s about to offer to just finish off by himself, knowing you were probably exhausted but your next words surprise him.

“Can I ride you?” You ask against his lips and you ask it so innocently that Carlos groans, how could he say no to you? He’s soon slipping his boxers off before he’s sitting to rest his back onto the headboard. You’re eager to go on his lap, holding onto his shoulders. Carlos holds your waist though, wanting you to slow down a bit. He wants to cherish the moment.

He cups your cheek once you sit down, groaning at the press of your thighs on his cock. You’re a bit out of it and Carlos needs to tap your cheek gently. “Look at me,” Carlos says softly and when he realises you’re not listening his hand travels down to hold your neck.

“I said look at me baby.” Carlos says, this time gently giving the sides of your neck a squeeze. He smiles when you finally look at him and he can’t help but pull you closer, soon giving your lips another gentle kiss. “Are you okay?” He asks softly. As much as he was enjoying it he had to ask you first and once you give him a smile and a nod he’s giving your lips another peck.

Carlos soon moves his hand back to your waist, slowly helping you sit up. He groans softly as he strokes himself, already painfully hard. “Wish I could record you like this baby, being such a whore for me hm?” Carlos murmurs, soon moaning when you sink down on him.

“Shit,” you breathe out, soon holding his shoulders. Carlos feels so big inside you and the press of him feels amazing. You soon settle down onto his thighs, and a part of you swears you can feel him a bit too deep inside you.

“You feel so good cariño, so so good.” Carlos breathes out and he lets you take your time before you slowly begin to move your hips. It feels amazing, the drag of your hips and the rhythm of your bounces has him groaning. He lets you do the work for a bit, simply sitting back and watching with a gentle hold of your waist and letting out praises in between his moans.

Your moans are mixing together, and Carlos can’t help but grip your waist, soon meeting your hips with his own. You almost lose your balance, digging your nails into his shoulders as he somehow feels even deeper. “Fuck baby, you were made for me.” Carlos groans as he slowly begins to move his hips more and the way you’re whimpering has him losing all his inhibition.

“Yours. Only yours.” You gasp out. Carlos groans when he feels you clench around him so he’s soon shifting, moving you on your back. His hand goes to your neck again, pressing your foreheads together. “Look at me,” he says, drilling his hips into you and you can’t help but have your eyes roll back, pressing your head into the mattress.

“Carlos, there. Please.” You beg when he angles his hips just right. “Please.”

His thrusts become deeper, moaning at the way you clenched around him. He sees your head fall back and your eyes slowly shut so he squeezes your neck again, a bit harder this time. “I said look at me y/n or you aren’t allowed to come.” Carlos pants out. He knows it isn’t true, knows that he possibly can never deny you- no- himself from the pleasure of seeing you coming undone but his words have you coming back to reality, gasping as you look at him

Your eyes are locked into his and you can feel the clench in the pit of his stomach. The adoration in Carlos’ eyes has your heart swelling. “Carlos,” you murmur and Carlos moves his hand to cup your cheeks.

“I know baby, I know. You’re close hm? Show me how good I make you feel, how good I treat you.” Carlos says and his words have you crying out his name and digging your nails into his back.

Carlos groans, the sight of you pushing him over the edge too. He makes sure to deepen his thrusts, soon coming inside of you.

Carlos pants softly, your foreheads still pressed together and he can’t help but lean close to give you a gentle kiss. You slowly kiss him back, letting out a small whimper when Carlos slowly pulls out.

“Here, I’ve got you.” Carlos murmurs soon pulling you to his chest and you can’t help but lean close, letting out a shaky breath. “Are you good?” Carlos pants out and you’re nodding, out of breath yourself.

“I am, are you?” You ask and Carlos smiles, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

“Amazing.” He murmurs before he’s kissing your lips again.

It almost feels too real to be true.

And even the next morning, when he wakes up with you fast asleep and slumped next to him, he can feel his heart swell over a thousand sizes. He couldn’t believe it, he just had to be dreaming.

fin.

link to chapter 12 here

the long awaited moment!!! yall when i tell you i was struggling to piece it together. i wanted to make it worth it (and i really hope it was). anyways, put my whole carlussy into this (don't question my choice of words i am literally head empty after this chapter).

i'm excited to start focusing on them more and how their relationship will develop <3. anyways i hope u enjoyed. big smooch on the forehead for all of you.

pls dont be a ghost reader, would love to hear what you think<3

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