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stanchett · 1 year

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oh my god PLEASE give us chapter 4 😭😭

Alright, here it is!! Enjoy ❤️

As always, I owe a massive thank-you to @zephyr-is-tired for beta/editing !!

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Nervous, Chapter 4

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The rest of the day flew by; your second class was a breeze, covering the same information as the one earlier in the day. Only this time your thoughts were further plagued by Larissa. A few times during the lesson, you turned your head and found the scent of her perfume had clung to the shoulder of your shirt where she leaned over you, and it filled your stomach with a particular warmth.

At the class period’s closing you packed up for the afternoon, passing your eyes over your desk one last time, still dumbfounded at the thought of your missing planner. With a shrug, you threw your bag over your arm and flicked the light switch before locking up the room for the day.

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Upon your arrival home, you tore your apartment apart in search of the small book. You searched the place top to bottom; flipping up couch cushions, ruffling through stacks of magazines, even shuffling through the contents of your kitchen cabinets. You had never felt more disorganized than you did when you were without it.

Placing a pile of discarded laundry back in its basket after tearing it apart, a realization hit you like a brick wall - Larissa’s email. The whole reason she had messaged you was to inform you that you had left something behind. It had to be your planner. The planner you treated more like a private journal than an actual day planner. You scooped up the remaining clothes and dropped them back into place before making your way to the couch.

Plopping down on its plush surface, you brought your knees to your chest, and found yourself consumed by your anxious thoughts. Amidst your worry, that sweet smell found its way back to you. You hesitantly turned your head to the left. Only the faintest whispers of her perfume were left on the fabric, and you closed your eyes for a moment, basking in it. Memories of your last confrontation with the principal came flooding back. Without thinking, you leaned back on the pillows, your fingertips grazing your inner thigh through your trousers. You had been so incredibly stressed lately and your encounters with Larissa only wound you up tighter. She tortured you, leaving you only with the option of taking care of things yourself.

Pulling the cotton of your shirt closer to your nose, you inhaled deeply, your back arching at the contact of your own digits as you exhaled. They danced over the button of your pants, and you paused for a moment, taken aback by your own behavior. But in the end you didn’t care. You were alone.

You undid their fasten and wiggled out of your bottoms, suddenly feeling far too warm in the offending garment. You tossed them away haphazardly, leaving you in your button-down shirt and panties, before settling back into your place with a sigh. Skirting your fingers over the now bare skin, you gasped softly and closed your eyes again, willing your mind to imagine it was Larissa’s fingers advancing upon you. You fought to contain a whimper when they came in contact with your center through your underwear, already dampened by your recollection of the earlier encounter with the principal. Her leaning down to you in an almost patronizing way. Her deep red lips, so close to yours that you could have puckered your own and made contact. She consumed every other thought in your mind. You needed this. Maybe you could finally think clearly after a bit of a release…

Just as you were about to press your fingers against yourself for more friction, a needy moan escaping you, your phone vibrated. “You have got to be kidding me,” you growled in your frustration. Reaching over to remove it from your discarded pants, you wrenched it free from the pocket, reading over the screen with a scowl. That red “1” above your email app was back, and you could’ve guessed who the message was from.

You checked the notification with shaky hands, nerves still on-edge from your prior task. Sure enough, your assumptions were correct. You had never felt frustration to such a degree in your life, and this woman was the cause. Larissa fucking Weems. You opened the message with a huff.

Ms. Y/L/N,

Yes, tomorrow works for me as well. Feel free to drop by my office any time before 10:00.

Thank you, Dear.

Regards,

Larissa Weems

Of course she would interrupt you during such an intimate activity. It was as if she knew what you were up to. At least that’s how it felt. You groaned and stood up, the intrusion taking you out of the moment.

“Dear.”

She was openly mocking you at this point. She knew full well what she was doing to you, you were sure of it.

You headed to your bathroom for a shower, ignoring the gnawing ache between your thighs as you turned the water on. You tossed your shirt into the dirty laundry hamper, resisting the urge to get one last whiff of Larissa’s scent. Ridding yourself of the day, you scrubbed away at your frustration under the scalding hot water.

Retiring to your bedroom, you glanced at the clock and realized it was only 6pm. You didn’t care much though. This day had dragged on long enough, and you decided to call it early. Your exhausted limbs dragged you toward the bed, and you flopped face-down onto the pillows. It was barely dark outside, but your day spent pining after the principal wore you out completely.

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Without explanation, you found yourself standing in the middle of Larissa’s office. The only light in the room was a warm glow from the fireplace, which illuminated the principal’s silhouette, seated at her desk before you. She peeked up from her short stack of paperwork to look you up and down a few times, a question reaching her eyes before landing on your ears.

“What can I do for you, Ms. Y/L/N?” She asked politely, eyelashes fluttering.

You felt your face heat up immediately. You had no idea why you were there.

“Well?” Larissa pressed, raising from her chair to step toward you. She stared you down with a sinful look in her eye. She kept walking past you, circling your form like an animal stalking its prey. Every instinct told you to flee, but you couldn’t find the will to move. You felt a magnetic pull toward this woman; you didn’t want to leave.

She came to a dead stop behind you, and you felt the warmth of her body spread across your back, mere centimeters away. You wanted to face her, but couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze. Suddenly her voice was in your ear, low and soft, tickling something deep inside you in the best way.

“Tell me what you want.” Her hands ghosted over your hips, touching you so gently you could barely feel her through your clothes. One of her hands inched higher, two fingers dragging vertically over your torso and up your sternum. Her wrist twisted and her palm made contact with your throat at last, fingers and thumb on either side, raising your face toward her own. You couldn’t help the pathetic whimper the action pulled from your chest, and you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment.

You knew she could feel your pulse hammering beneath her fingers and your eyelids became heavy with lust when you opened them again. She lowered her face to yours at a snail’s pace, clearly enjoying taking her time with you. You stared at her perfectly-plump lips, painted in their usual taunting red. You licked your own in anticipation for the contact, your breaths increasing in pace. One single word came to you to answer her question, the only thing you had been thinking about for days. Your voice was gravely when you whispered it in return.

“You.”

Just before your lips met hers, a loud noise startled you, and you pulled away from her grasp in surprise. Your blaring alarm woke you with a start once again, yanking you from your subconscious state. The dull ache between your legs was back and you cursed yourself for your history of having such vivid dreams. You wanted to scream. Apparently, both Larissa and your phone’s alarm were intent on making your life as difficult as possible.

Forcing yourself out of bed, you threw on your usual business-casual attire before arranging your appearance in the mirror. Heading out the door for the day, you tried your best not to let your unaddressed frustrations get the better of you.

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Tugging open the front door of the school, you made it your mission to remain focused and on-task today. You made a beeline for your classroom, nodding curtly to a few students in passing. You reached the door at last, and spied the corner of something sticking out from underneath it. Swinging it open you saw a folded piece of paper sitting at your feet. Lifting the card stock from the floor, you shut the heavy door behind you, shielding yourself from any unwanted interruption. You hesitantly flipped it open, reading over the two words it contained in pristine cursive handwriting:

See me.

-LW

It was written on her own personalized stationary. Of course Larissa fucking Weems had a set of personalized stationary.

You pocketed the note and dropped your belongings on your desk, locking up the room again before heading for the principal’s office. You were tired of her games. You just hoped you could hold your stern composure in her presence.

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You knocked on the massive doors as you had done the last two days prior to your previous visits, only this time one creaked open, already unlatched. You peered inside, your nerves threatening to creep up again. The office was empty. You steadied your pounding heart and walked in confidently, clicking the large door shut behind you. With Larissa nowhere in sight, you took matters into your own hands.

Storming up to her desk, you shuffle almost angrily through the neat stacks of paperwork atop it, not caring to read over their details. You’re careful to avoid so much as touching her laptop though; that was a line you wouldn’t cross. You could only imagine the number of confidential documents it held inside. You hesitated before pulling open the top drawer closest to you, your hand clenching into a fist before reaching to wrap around the gold knob. You shouldn’t be doing this. You knew you shouldn’t be going through her things but if it meant you got your planner back without having to face Larissa, you’d do it.

The drawer was packed with alphabetically-organized files, each containing a plastic label with the names of every staff member in Nevermore. Your fingers tapped the one containing your own, and for a moment you considered investigating its contents. Would she keep your planner within it for safe-keeping?

“Snooping are we, Ms. Y/L/N?” Her voice made you jump, your eyes sealing shut as your hands stilled their movements. Larissa emerged from the adjacent room to find you elbow-deep in her desk, her hands smoothing over her dress before clasping in front of her.

You had been caught.

Your face turned as red as her lipstick as her heels clicked along the wood floor, taking her time to make her way over to you, not dissimilar to how she stalked you in your dream. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t keep it together. You heard the blood rush into your ears and you feared you might pass out; whether from the embarrassment or from her gaze upon you, you weren’t sure. Your wits hardly about you, you wracked your brain for something to say.

“I’m sorry Principal Weems, but you do have something of mine. I’d like it back.” You were shocked at the evenness of your tone, but the quivering of your hands betrayed you. You shut the drawer as she stepped nearer, her eyes searching your expression for any insincerity in your apology.

“Does that give you permission to go through my personal belongings?” A little ironic for her to say, she knew, and she smiled internally.

“No,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as she defeated you with her logic. You were definitely getting written up for this. Hell, your job might even be on the line for it.

She moved to take a step behind you, her body just barely missing yours in her attempt to squeeze past to access her seat. Before you can process what’s happening, she brings her lips to your ear, her voice dropping several octaves, and allowed her fingers to graze your lower back as she steps by.

“I do so wish you would keep your hands to yourself, darling.”

That word again.

You look up at her over your shoulder to see her smirking playfully at you. The scenario felt all too familiar, and for a moment you wondered if your dreams that night had actually been visions of what was to come the following day. An impossible notion for a normie. You pushed the thought away.

“My apologies, I must get on with my work.” She lowered herself onto her chair, holding eye contact with you the whole way down. It felt strange to look down to meet her eyes, yet somehow she was still in complete control of the situation. “But first…”

She opened the top drawer on the opposite side of the desk, pulling your planner free. If only you had begun your search on that side. Relief and panic somehow set in simultaneously. You handled the small book more like a diary, and if she had read it…

“I must say, your penmanship is impeccable, Ms. Y/L/N.” There it was. She had read it.

Embarrassment threatened to color your face once more but you forced it down, finally getting a grip on yourself. “Please forgive me, I simply couldn’t resist.”

Her words sounded suggestive of something else entirely. They made your head spin in that way only she could, but you were determined not to let it show.

“Thank you, Principal Weems,” you returned, choosing to take the compliment at face value. You couldn’t handle being in her presence for much longer; your legs threatened to give out beneath you in humiliation.

She was still holding it, twirling the silk ribbon bookmark that protruded from the bottom of the pages between her fingers. You wanted to snatch it and run, but you fought your instincts and stood your ground, albeit awkwardly.

“Shall we be keeping better track of our belongings from now on, Y/N?” You liked your name much better when she said it. You swallowed hard. The demeaning nature of her words sparked something inside you that you couldn’t place.

“Yes Principal Weems,” you answered. You couldn’t help but feel you had just been scolded; at the same time you found you strangely enjoyed it, the spark of heat in your stomach building. There was a hint of something else in her eye when she finally handed your planner back to you. You took it from her hand, avoiding eye contact.

“By the way, Ms. Y/L/N,” she paused. The way she switched between addressing you by your first and last names gave you whiplash. “I’ll be stepping away from Nevermore this afternoon to attend a conference tomorrow. If all goes well, I should be back later in the evening.”

A puzzled look came over you, and she smiled at your adorable lack of understanding.

“I wanted to let you know in case you found yourself… In need of anything from me.” Your eyebrows rose in surprise and you nodded in response, unable to control the way your eyes widened at the tone of her words.

“Good to know! Uh… Thanks for telling me.” Your voice noticeably cracked on the last word, and you tried to hide it behind a small cough to no avail. “I’ll see you next week then, Principal Weems.”

With a quick wave, you left the office in the same way you always did, in a hurry to regain your bearings. Only this time, you hadn’t considered the time.

You were going to be late for class.

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You kept yourself from bursting into the room, slowing your sprint to an easy jog when you reached the door of your room once again, the face of your watch reading 9:06.

“Apologies for my tardiness guys, let’s get started.” You pulled out a fresh attendance sheet along with your lesson plan and textbook in preparation at the podium, regarding your class with a kind smile.

A student raised their hand, a frown on their face. “Hey Ms. Y/L/N, why is your face so red?” they asked, a few giggles bouncing around the room.

You were impressed with the speed at which you came up with an excuse, “Well considering I had to run to get here, that does tend to happen!” That was a bullet you desperately needed to dodge.

The class let out an amused laugh in unison, collectively dismissing the topic as they pulled out their various notebooks and pens.

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You feared your ever-looming frustration would shed a tint on the rest of your day. It soured your mood just a touch, but thankfully your students were well-behaved. The hour and a half with them passed you right by, and you actually found it to be quite enjoyable. You were grateful for their reminder to you of why you were there in the first place: your love of teaching. As the period drew to a close, you found that you had a new pep in your step. Your day ended on a positive note, heading home earlier than usual with the rest of your schedule free, but Larissa and her games were never far from your mind.

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thefreakymunson · 2 years

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Anywhere But Here, Chapter 11

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You were jostled awake by the RV hitting a bump in the road. You sighed softly, eyes cracking open to the dark RV. Glancing over at the clock, it read 4:36 AM. Sleeping was hard on the road, but luckily, you’d have a chance to catch up on some rest soon. There was a two day stay in Indiana to give the guys some time to rest after the show tonight.

It was a smaller venue, more intimate, but the guys were stoked to play it. Apparently The Hideout was where they got their start. You were excited to see their old stomping grounds, but the anxiety you felt being that close to where Stacy resided made your stomach feel queasy. It was either that or the pregnancy – possibly both.

You sat up on the side of the bed, letting your feet dip down onto the cold floor.

“You okay?” You heard Eddie’s sleepy voice, still hoarse from the prior nights show, come from behind you.

“Yeah, go back to sleep.” You said softly, patting his hand that reached out for you, “Just going to get something to drink.”

When you opened the sliding door to the bedroom, you seen Sam sitting up on the fold out couch. There was a small lamp on beside of her, and you could tell by the way she was curled up, she was reading the book you had loaned her earlier.

“Can’t sleep either?” You asked softly.

She acted as if she didn’t hear you and you laughed slightly to yourself. She was giving you the silent treatment apparently.

“Okay,” you said as you sat down beside of her, “Well...I just wanted to apologize. I snapped at you yesterday and I’m sorry.”

“Does he know now?”

“He does know.”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Did you take the test?”

“No, I’m going to wait at least a week. I’m just two days late so anything could happen.” You shrugged softly, “We had a long talk and I swore to him I could take care of it by myself, but he said he didn’t want me to have to go through any of it alone.”

“Will he go see Madison while he’s in town?”

“That’s all he talked about last night was getting to see her, so I’m sure.” You nodded, “Things aren’t completely resolved between us but...I get the feeling that I haven’t heard the entire story of what really happened between him and Stacy, or why she was left with his uncle. It’s hard for him to talk about.”

“Yeah, but he can’t keep you just waiting to hear the entire story.” Sam frowned.

“Holy shit,” she sighed, “This tour is wild already.”

“It is,” you laughed, “There’s less than a month to go, too.”

“What happens then?”

“Hm?”

“When the tour is over and he goes back to Indiana and you go back home...what then?”

The weight of her question hit you like a ton of bricks. Truth is, you hadn’t even really thought about it. You didn’t usually have to think that far ahead. Sam must’ve seen the realization hit you because you felt her arms wrap around your shoulder and pull you down into a hug as you felt the tears well up in your eyes.

“This isn’t fair,” you frowned.

Your home was one of the things you were most proud of, having bought and paid for it yourself your first year of working for the label. You weren’t ready to give it up and move so far away and that was a huge ask of Eddie. He had an entire child waiting on him to get back to in Indiana, he had friends and family, too.

“I know,” Sam said softly as she stroked your hair, “We can’t chose who we fall in love with.”

Your emotions had been a roller coaster, and paired with the weight of the emotions from the past two days, you were starting to feel like you were drowning. Sam held you as you sobbed into her chest, muffling the sound of your cries. You clutched to her tightly, wanting everything to just stop for even a few minutes.

When you sat back up, you were red faced and wet cheeks as she wiped your tears away. Her fingers tucked wet pieces of hair behind your ears as she swallowed her own emotions.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you,” you repeated your words from earlier, “It’s just...a lot right now.”

“I know. I’m just trying to make sure you’re looking out for you, ya know?” She whispered softly, “You’re important to me.”

“I know,” you whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she gave you a small smile, “If it’s a girl, name her after me….you have to. It’s best friend law.”

You laughed and shook your head as you stood up from the couch and grabbed a bottle of water as you looked over at her, “If...if this doesn’t work out with him, and I am pregnant...will you please help me raise it?”

She held her pinkie out and gave you a honest smile when you hooked your little finger with hers, “I pinkie promise the little bastard will have the coolest best friend dad in the world.”

You laughed and slapped her hand away before you made your way back into the room where Eddie was still asleep. Crawling into bed, you laid down facing Eddie. He felt the bed dip and his arm instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as your legs tangled with his.

“You okay?” He asked again, making you laugh softly. He was still very much asleep.

It gave you a minute to really study him, your fingers ghosting over his smooth cheekbones and down to his lips, your thumb tracing the outline of his mouth, before you leaned forward and kissed him. He wasn’t as asleep as you thought, feeling his hand flat against your back as he pulled you in closer and kissed you back.

“I want you to meet Maddie tomorrow,” he whispered softly, “If you’re up for it.”

“Yeah?” You gave him a smile as you nuzzled your nose against his, “I’d love to...i just don’t want to be around Stacy.”

“I doubt she’ll be there.” He snorted, “Don’t gotta worry about that.”

He kissed you again, this time his tongue flicking against your lips for entrance. Your tongue brushed against his as he pulled your leg up over his hips, nudging his knee in between your thighs, right up against your heated core.

“Just wanna be inside of you,” he mumbled against your kiss, “Need to feel you.”

“Yes, please.” You whispered, clutching to his bicep as you felt the need for him grow in the pit of your stomach.

His fingers dipped into your panties, stroking through your slit, thumb rubbing lazy circles over your clit as his mouth devoured yours. It didn’t take long, the pool of wetness being spread by his prying fingers. Your nose bumped against his as you arched into him, a soft needy whine escaping your lips as you felt his fingers leave you.

It was replaced soon by the tip of his cock, just outside your entrance as he looked over your face in the dark room. You nodded slightly, fingers threading into the curls at the base of his neck as he guided himself inside of you. Trying to be quiet to not disturb Sam, you pressed your face into his neck, your arms clinging to him as he filled you entirely.

He nuzzled his nose against your hair, breathing you in, giving himself a moment just to feel you. His hands trailed up under the baggy shirt you were wearing, pinching and massaging all at the same time.

“You feel so fucking good,” he mumbled as his warm hands traveled up to your chest.

Being touched on and loved by him feltgood. It was the way he stroked your body, skilled calloused fingers scratchy against your soft skin.

You gently pushed him on his back, keeping him inside of you as you straddled his lap. His fingers dug in your thighs as you slowly rocked yourself on him, your hands resting on his chest for leverage. His eyes were glued to your cunt, watching as he speared yourself down around his cock. His fingers splayed across your thighs, large enough to keep them where they were and pressed his thumb against your clit, hearing your soft moans as you ground yourself down against him, the patch of public hair tickling your sensitive skin in all the right ways.

“Eddie,” it was a soft whimper, but loud enough for him to hear it.

He brought his knees up, knocking you forward a bit, as he started thrusting up inside of you, his cock hitting that needy spot as you buried your face in his neck, mind too gone to do anything else other than snake your hand between your bodies and rub your clit the same pace he was doing earlier.

His thrusts got deeper the harder he panted, breathing quickening as he felt you start to pulse around him. He nuzzled into your hair, cradling your head to his chest as he fucked you through your orgasm, and then chased his own, the two of you reduced to a sweaty, panting lump of bodies.

You stayed there with him buried inside of you still, his arms clinging to you tightly, and all you could think about was the happiness that bounced around inside of you. He made you so unbelievably happy. You didn’t get a lot of alone moments with him, but in the times that you did get to share alone, you felt yourself slipping further and further into his grasp, falling into him, no matter how high your walls were stacked. He always broke them down.

The next morning, the RV’s brakes woke you up. You stretched your sore body out on the bed, feeling behind you for Eddie and finding a cold bed. And then you smelled the coffee brewing and heard the soft chattering in the front of the RV and smiled to yourself. They were getting along by the sounds of it, which was a good thing. Sam was an important part of your life.

“Has she told you about the fact that she was in a band?” You heard Sam’s laugh.

“Y/N? No way,” Eddie laughed in disbelief, “Are you serious?”

“We both were!” Sam nodded, “Grunge band that never made it out of a garage, but we gave it our all for about three months.”

“She told me she loved music but she never told me she played,” Eddie shrugged.

“I played lead guitar,” you said as you emerged from the back room, causing them both to jump, embarrassment tinging their faces at the fact that they had been caught talking about you, “And sang.”

“A woman after my own heart then, hm?” He smirked as he stood up and walked over to you, kissing the top of your head as you poured your cup of coffee, “Can I hear you sometime?”

“There’s a reason why we never made it out of the garage, Eddie.” You laughed, “The reason was me.”

“I don’t believe that.” He shook his head.

“What else did she tell you about?” You playfully glared past his shoulder at Sam who just shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

“All good things,” he gave you a small smile.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” You said as you walked over and sat down at your big three ringed binder. His hand slid over your waist as you walked past him, fingers gently digging into your skin to try and keep you close but not completely clingy enough to stop you.

“I’d like for you to go with me to see my kid and meet my uncle,” he said sheepishly, “Let them know I’m not a complete loser and that I can pull a gorgeous girlfriend.”

You looked up at him a bit dumbfounded that went unnoticed by him as he turned around to walk back into the back room. You heard the bed dip and could see from the shadow that he was putting his shoes on.

“Did you hear that?” You asked softly as you turned to face Sam.

“Hear what?”

“He called me his girlfriend,” you blinked a few times.

“Well...aren’t you?” Sam looked at you from over her coffee mug.

“He’s never asked me,” you shrugged.

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Being in the bands hometown meant being able to get rid of the buses for a few days. You, Eddie, and Sam had decided on staying at his own apartment while the rest of the guys went to their respective homes. You would be meeting up later at the Hideout for their show. You lugged your small bag of clothes and hygiene products up the steps behind Eddie, who quickly unlocked the door and let the two women walk in first.

“This place is a dump, just to warn you. But there’s hot water and comfortable beds, so...can’t go too wrong, yeah?” Eddie snorted as he kicked the door closed behind him. You dropped your bag down on the floor, watching as he walked over and turned the window unit air conditioner on. The walls were bare except for a few tapestries, the couches didn’t match, and there was a single small TV adorning one corner. However, beside of the small television, there was a rack of guitars and amps that spanned the rest of the wall. Above them was a huge collection of albums and tapes, a record player perched on top of the biggest amp. He was a musician through and through.

“It’s fine,” you gave him a small smile, “Sam and I have stayed in dodgy hotels for most of my career….at least we’re safe here.”

“Safe as you’ll ever be,” he snorted, “While in Hawkins, at least.”

He walked to the small hallway and pointed down to the left, “Sam, the spare bedroom is in there. I think my old roommate’s shit is still pretty much in there for the most part, but it’s clean and you should be able to rest easily in there.”

“Who was this old roommate?” Sam looked over at him, “Clean?”

“It’s clean,” he laughed and nodded, “Old roomie was Gareth before he bought his place with his girlfriend.”

“Okay,” she sighed in relief. She knew Gareth, he was clean. Thank god.

“And down here,” he said as he threaded his fingers through yours and pulled you down the rest of the short hallway, “Is my room.”

He pushed the door open and your eyes widened slightly. You expected messy and unorganized, but it was clean. The bed was made, black comforters laid neatly against the mattress that was situated in the corner of the room. You watched as he flopped face first down onto his bed, a soft content groan leaving his mouth as he melted into his own bed for the first time in a week.

“I’ve missed this bed,” he mumbled, looking up at you as you moved to lay beside of him.

His room smelt like him, it was like being completely surrounded. You moved to press your nose against his hair, breathing him in as he pulled you even closer into him, his arm draping over your waist as he pressed his face to your chest.

“You called me your girlfriend earlier,” you mumbled softly, fingers tracing the sharp edge of his jaw. You felt him tense below you.

“Was I not supposed to?” He asked quietly, as if he was worried he had done something wrong.

“I mean, we hadn’t really talked about it.” You shrugged, “I liked it...it felt good.”

“Are you my girlfriend?” His voice was muffled by your chest.

“I think the correct way is will you be my girlfriend?” You smirked.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” His voice was even more muffled and you looked down, seeing the slight red tint to his cheeks.

“Are you blushing?”

“Shut up and answer my question,” he groaned, which turned into a laugh as you looked down at him.

“I mean...I guess I love you.” You laughed softly, “Maybe we done this a bit backwards, hm?”

“Couldn’t help it,” he snorted.

“Yeah, I just knew when you damn near knocked me out with that door, I was doomed.” You laughed, hearing his own laughter bubble from his chest, “To answer your question, yes.”

“Really?” He asked, finally lifting his face to look up at you.

“Why not?” You shrugged sheepishly, “You’re pretty cute and I might be knocked up by you, so…i figured I should give you a chance.”

“I think you’re pretty cute too,” he smirked as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

You laid there for a few minutes, pulled flush against him, fingers gently rubbing at his scalp as he looked up at you, brown eyes warm and inviting. He seemed to have a perplexed look on his face, as if he was hesitant to bring up whatever was on his mind.

“What’s going on in here?” You asked, moving to tap the center of his forehead.

His fingers curled around the fleshiest part of your thigh as you draped your leg over his hip, pulling you closer to him as he laid in front of you.

“I felt like I put you on the spot earlier, telling you I wanted you to meet Mads.” He chewed on his bottom lip, “You don’t have to...i understand if you’re not ready for that, yet...but I want to share everything I can with you...i’d like for her to start being a bigger part of my life. Before I left for tour, I didn’t have her with me constantly, but I was trying more than I had before, ya know, and I just---”

“I want to meet her,” you said as you threaded your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, “I know she’s tiny and she won’t understand who I am, but...i’d love to meet your daughter.”

“Yeah? You don’t feel like I’m pressuring you?”

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head, “This is your home time. If you want just the two of you to go off for a bit, I can entertain Sam and myself. I’m not going to keep you from your family time.”

“What if I want you included in my family time?” He asked softly, moving to stare at you completely.

His question took you back a little bit and you felt the tears well up. Stupid emotions. You pushed his bangs off of his forehead as you bent down and kissed his lips fully, trying to will the tears away but they slipped down your face, wetting his cheeks in their journey. His fingers slid behind your ear as he kissed you back but stopped once he felt your tears.

“Why are you crying?” He pulled back a bit, fingers ghosting over your earlobe.

“It’s just nice to feel wanted,” you shrugged, “Haven’t had that in awhile, Eds.”

“I love you,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I’m always going to want you.”

After a few more shared soft minutes, fingers tracing and touching over your clothes, you got up and took a hot shower, staying in a few minutes too long. The hot stinging water felt amazing against your taunt muscles. Your thighs were still a bit sore from their overuse from the previous night and as your fingers drug the rag over your body, cleaning away any traces of dirt, you realized just how sore you were.

In the comforting warmth of the hot shower, you done something you hadn’t allowed yourself to do prior. You moved your hands up over your stomach, right over your navel. If you were pregnant, you were too early to notice any changes to your body, but there was a part deep down inside of you that just knew your suspicions were correct. No matter how scary it was.

---

Forest Hills Trailer park was a quiet little park out past the major train tracks that ran through town. Eddie drove you there with ease, obviously knowing the roads like the back of his hands. The back of his hand that rested on your thigh the entire way there. You were holding the bag of things he had bought for Madison out on the road. Small stuffed animals, shirts, different toys. He said something about finally being able to afford to spoil his girl when he handed you the bag, a sheepish smile on his face. You felt the pride that radiated off of him. He could afford a few simple toys now for his daughter...the smile was infectious.

“She’s going to be a little shy at first probably,” Eddie gave you a reassuring smile when he parked the car and looked over at you, “She warms up fast, though.”

The door to the trailer opened once you and Eddie were walking towards the trailer and Wayne walked out, a small toddler holding onto his finger as she stepped down off of the small ledge by herself. She was sporting two pig tails and there was a pacy in her mouth as her sneaker clad feet thumped over the wooden porch.

She made a beeline for Eddie, her brown curls bouncing as she walked as fast as she could, arms swinging with each step. You watched as Eddie squatted down and scooped her up in his arms, causing her to squeal in delight.

“Who is that, Mads?” The man, who you realized must’ve been Wayne, asked as he laughed.

“Daddy!” She grinned up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

“Hi, stink.” Eddie’s smile was one that took your breath away. He lit up around her, as she did the same. They looked nearly identical. Same nose, same pouty pink lips, and the same big brown doe eyes. She was just a tiny version of Eddie. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and whispered,“I missed you.”

Wayne walked a bit closer, pulling his nephew into a side hug before he turned to you and held out a hand.

“I’m Wayne,” he said as he nudged Eddie in the ribs, “Sorry, I raised him better than to not introduce the pretty women.”

“Sorry,” Eddie said sheepishly, “This is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, this is Wayne, and this little stinker is Madison.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Munson.” You said as you shook his hand.

“Just call me Wayne,” he gave you a small polite smile.

“I’ve gotta run down to the corner store,” Wayne said as he looked between the two of you, “You okay with her?”

“Yeah, I’ve got her.” Eddie gave him a small smile, fingers tickling her sides as she squealed, “Take your time.”

You watched as Eddie sat down on the side of the porch with Madison in his lap and you flopped down beside. You could feel her curious eyes on you as you sat down, knowing she was wondering who you were. It must’ve been confusing seeing another woman with her dad. Wayne was gone a few minutes later and you pulled the bags of toys into your lap, hoping that just for a split second that she would warm up to you if she saw you brought offerings.

“Hi, Madison.” You gave her a small smile, which caused her to bashfully duck her head into Eddie’s chest. She silently waved at you with her small chubby hand before she tucked her hand between her body and Eddie’s chest sheepishly, “Are you being shy?”

“You can talk to her, silly.” Eddie said as he tickled her side, “You know how to talk.”

She pressed her face further into his neck with a small “mph!” to hide. You looked over at Eddie and gave him a small nervous smile as to ask ‘Please help me here,’ and then you got an idea.

“Look what I’ve got,” you said as you dug into the bag and pulled out a small pink teddy bear. You had slipped it in the bag before you left. Eddie wasn’t the only one who could supply the presents, “Daddy said you liked teddy bears and every princess likes the color pink, hm?”

The two key words got her attention and she turned her head a bit to look at you with one eye. Her small hand reached out for the bear, pulling it to her chest with a quickness that was unmatched by anything you had seen before.

“What do you say?” Eddie asked as he bounced her on his knee, “Can you tell her thank you?”

“Tanks,” she said with a lopsided smile that matched Eddies.

“She is your mini me,” You laughed softly as you shook your head in disbelief at just how much they resembled each other.

“Don’t curse the child like that,” Eddie laughed.

You sat and watched them, seeing the wanton look that came over his face whenever she smiled up at him. He gave her the rest of the contents of the bag and the two of them played for a bit. You had taken to just being quiet, watching them run around the yard, smiling behind your hand at Eddie who was resting on his knees, a pink tiara sat atop his head. You could see the love in his eyes as he watched her run around, playing through the bubbles that was being blown by Eddie.

“Here,” Madison said, drawing you out of your thoughts as she walked over to you and held her hand out, “You come play?”

“You want me to play with you and daddy?” You asked, taking her tiny hand in yours.

“Yes, please.” Big brown eyes stared up at you behind the biggest toothy grin, a small giggle coming out as she watched you stand up.

She guided you by the hand over to sit next to Eddie, giving you another sheepish grin as she slyly handed you the second bottle of bubbles with a look that said “Please?”

“Welcome to the next hour of your life,” Eddie laughed softly as he dipped his wand back into the liquid.

And so you sat there, for the next hour, blowing bubble after bubble through the plastic green wand, the laughter of the tiny child infecting the both of you. She was a blitz of energy, bouncing between you and Eddie for most of it, before she got tired and to your surprise, climbed up into your lap to catch her breath.

“She’s probably going to fall asleep,” Eddie smirked as he handed you her sippy cup, “You can take her inside if you want while I clean up the toys?”

He helped you stand up, and you felt her cling to you a bit tighter when you lifted her up with yourself. You could tell she was getting sleepy by the way her eyes started to slip closed, even though she was trying to fight it – afraid she would miss whatever was happening.

You made the journey into the trailer, the slated door slamming shut behind you and you jumped slightly. Eddie didn’t get his interior design skills from his uncle, that was for sure. Coffee mugs and hats lined the walls of the trailer, but everywhere in child height was pink. It was like the trailer was split in half horizontally. Pink toys scattered over the carpet, a pink blanket draped over the chair. He wasn’t lying when he said she loved the color pink.

Eddie walked back in a few minutes later, finding the two of you swaying slightly in the living room. She was still clutching her sippy cup in her hand, but her eyes were closed and she was fast asleep.

He took a few seconds to just watch the two of you, seeing her draped over your chest, cheek pressed tight against your shoulder. You hadn’t noticed him standing in the door way as you looked at the few photo frames that hung on the wall. He took in the way you slowly rubbed your hand over her back, soothing her while she slept. It felt natural to see you like this, as if it was in your nature. The door shut, getting your attention as you turned to face him with a small smile. A smile that warmed his heart.

“Here, let me go put her down.” Eddie said, gently peeling the sleeping girl off of your shoulder. She stirred a bit, wondering what was happening, but when he seen it was Eddie, she was back fast asleep.

He carried her down to the end of the hallway, and you found yourself following along. You watched as he bent down and placed in her her crib, softly shushing her as she started to whine, a firm hand on her stomach until she calmed back down and went back to sleep. You watched as he lightly stroked her still red cheek with the back of his hand, making sure she was asleep before he stood up straight and turned around, smiling once he seen you standing there watching him.

He left the door cracked just a bit as he followed you back into the living room, a soft sigh leaving his mouth as he sat down on the couch, pulling you down with him.

“She’s going to be out for a few,” he nodded, “Kid plays hard.”

“Just like you,” you laughed softly, “Queen Eddie.”

His hand reached up as if he suddenly remembered there was a tiara sitting on his head and he laughed at himself.

“Pinks your color,” you smirked, watching as he tossed it to the other couch and then rested back against the cushion, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “It just sucks knowing I have to leave her again. She warms up to me and then when I’m gone for even longer, it takes her a bit to remember me when I come back.”

“She didn’t forget you by the looks of this morning,” You grinned, “She bolted straight to you.”

“Like fire,” he laughed.

“Exactly,” you laughed, “She’s gorgeous. You created a perfect replica of you, you know that?”

His fingers rubbed up and down your arms as he looked over at you, a small smile on his face.

“I know you were a bit worried about meeting her. I could see you were anxious.” He smirked, “But you handled it perfectly. She warmed up to you faster than she has anyone ever before. Even me sometimes.”

“Did Wayne leave because I’m here?”

“No,” he laughed softly, “I think he uses it as an excuse to give me and Mads some alone time. He runs to the corner store each time I’m here...for hours at a time. It’s nice to just be able to see her. I’ve told him he doesn’t have to leave, I can take her to the park or something, but...i don’t know. He’s a strange man sometimes.”

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, cupping his jaw in your hands as you felt his arms snake around your waist. Soft, tender kisses shared for a few quiet minutes before you sat up a bit and looked around.

“Those photos...are they you as a kid?” You nodded up to the wall.

He followed your train of sight and visibly cringed at the photo you were pointing to. He was a kid, a little bit older than Madison was now, sitting on the exact same couch the two of you were now. He had his moms guitar in his lap and you could barely see him over the top of it, but his smile was wide.

“I told him to get rid of that fuckin’ photo,” Eddie groaned, “Yeah...that’s me in all my nappy headed child ways.”

“You were adorable,” you laughed softly, “Oh my god, you even started off a musician, didn’t you?”

“Were? He feigned hurt, “How dare you.”

“You’re still adorable, but I would dare to call you handsome now.” You gave him a small smile as you looked up at him, “Maybe even sexy.”

“Maybe?” He laughed, “Okay, well you’ve definitely struck a nerve now.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirked, “What are you going to do about it?”

“Just wait until I we get home tonight,” he grinned, his tongue tucked into the corner of his mouth as he playfully poked his finger into your sides.

“Is she coming to the concert tonight?” You laughed, pushing his hands away.

“I couldn’t get any extra tickets, they were all sold out.” He said, biting back his frown. You could tell he wanted them there, this was the first time they ever sold out The Hideout, “Plus, I know the music will be too loud for her probably.”

“There’s always a way around that and there’s headphones she can wear. I keep a pair with me backstage.” You shrugged, “Do you want them there?”

“She’s never seen me play,” he gave you a slight shrug, “Not on a stage at least...it’d be cool for her to witness it, I think.”

----

It was an hour until show time as you went over your check list twice, making sure everything was set. The band had been in the RV since sound check earlier and you going over your last bit of check list when the door to the venue opened and you turned to see Wayne walking in and a bundle of pink of purple attached to his hip. She perked up this time when she seen you instead of shying away and she wiggled free of his grasp, making a beeline for you.

“Hi, Madison!” You said cheerfully as you slotted your hands under her arms and lifted her up, “You look so pretty!”

“Tanks,” she said again, as if she knew she was the cream of the crop. You loved her confidence, “Where daddy?”

“Daddy is out on the bus getting ready to play tonight.” You said, fixing her tiara, “Do you want to go see him?”

“Yes, please.” She gave you a smile as she clapped her hands together.

“You gotta yell at these men that there’s a princess coming through,” you said, dodging a few of the crew as they carried the heavy light rig through the slightly crowded space.

“Hey, watch out. There’s a princess here!” She shouted at them, causing everyone around her to laugh.

“I am so sorry, your majesty.” One of them called, “I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.”

When you got to the tour bus, you thought for a moment before you just decided to open the door and go for it. When you finished climbing the stairs, you felt your heart sink to your stomach. You watched as three of the four guys passed a rolled up funnel between the three of them and were huddled over the small tray that you had come to be able to identify in a split second. It was the same one you seen Eddie snorting from the night of the hotel party.

Thankfully, you were able to whip around before Madison saw anything to really question it. You handed her to Wayne and asked him to wait right there. None of them had realized you were even on the bus, too enamored with the white powder that had been chopped into fine lines already for them.

Without thinking, and without caring, you walked straight to the middle of their huddle and smacked the tray out of their hands.

“Hey!”

“What the FUCK, Y/N?”

“No, all three of you shut the fuck up.” You said sternly as you pointed a finger in their faces, “Listen to me. I’m responsible for the four of you for the rest of this goddamned tour and the sanctification of the people who have paid to see you. Now I don’t give a flying fuck what you do after the show, but an hour before show time, I do not EVER want to see you fucking using again. Do you three understand me? I had Madison with me, she almost saw what the fuck you three dumb asses were up to.”

Three. Three. There was only three of them. Gareth, Jeff, and Freak. Where was Eddie?

The back door opened and Eddie walked out as he slid his shirt over his head, looking down into the front sitting area as you chewed the three of them out. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but as he made his way closer, you were on the tell end of your speech.

He stepped into the room as they were starting to argue back with you and tried to get a grasp on what was happening as he looked around in disbelief at the way they were acting.

“You fuckin’ owe me $250, you dumb bitch!” Gareth said as he stood straight up and got in your face, pushing your pointing finger away.

“Hey!” Eddie shouted, gripping the back of his shirt and jerking him back down, “Don’t you fucking talk to her like that. What’s going on?”

“I don’t owe you shit, asshole!” You shouted as you glared at him, “Talk to me like that again. I fucking dare you.”

“Hey, hey!” Eddie said, moving to stand between the two of you, “What the fuck is going on?”

“I was bring Madison on board to see you and I walk in and these three idiots are snorting up,” you said as you looked between the three of them, “An hour before show time.”

“Jesus,” Eddie sighed as he looked around at the three of them, “Where is she? Did she see anything?”

“No,” you sighed, “Her and Wayne are outside waiting. Where were you?”

“I was in the back getting dressed,” he frowned.

You stopped him in his tracks and stared deep into his eyes, seeing his pupils regular sized. His nose was clean, there was no sniffling.

“I swear, I’m not on anything.” He said, sincerity set deep in his brown eyes, “I didn’t even know they were using.”

Eddie grabbed his coat and slid it on his arms as you turned back to the guys, seeing their three pissed faces. Good. They deserved to be pissed off for pulling this stunt.

“Clean this shit up and get ready to go on.” You said as you looked between the three of them.

“Fuck you, I don’t have to listen to you.” Gareth spat at you, disgust evident in his face.

“Gareth, I’m going to give you one more fucking chance to stop talking to her like that.” Eddie said loudly, nostrils flared as he stared his best friend down.

The glare down between the two men was intense, neither of them moved an inch for a few seconds, locked in a heated gaze that screamed in the silent tense filled bus. You managed to push him down the steps and outside to his daughter who squealed in delight when she seen him.

---

You kept Wayne and Madison backstage with you. It was a small venue, but the backstage seating arrangement gave you a side stage seat. Madison had her noise canceling ear muffs on as she danced to the opening act. Luckily, she was in her own world as she danced her awkward baby dance, arms tucked out at her side looking as she had wings as she bounced herself up and down.

Things were still heated between Eddie and Gareth and the tension was still thick, but Eddie shrugged it off as best as he could as he played with Madison when she gave the dancing a break. He tossed her up in the air, her pink dress a stark contrast to the band t-shirt and the ripped jeans her dad was wearing.

The band had finished their set and Corroded Coffin was to take the stage next. Gareth walked past them as the other three huddled up and gave you a death stare as he walked straight out onto the stage. You wouldn’t falter – you knew to stand your ground. He was just an addict in pain. He’d get over it eventually.

“You going to watch daddy play, huh?” Eddie asked as he picked Madison up and balanced her on his hip, “For the first time.”

“Yeah!” She laughed.

“Going to be my good luck charm, hm?” He asked as he fixed the pink tiara back on her head correctly.

“Yep,” she matched the grin on his face and you swore you melted as you watched them both move to kiss each others cheeks.

He handed her back to you, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, and then patted Wayne on his shoulder. You moved Madison’s earphones back onto her ears as the lights dimmed and the sound of a guitar filled the small venue. She sat in your lap the entire time, completely enthralled in watching as Eddie played.

Metal music was hard to dance to but as she stood up in front of you, she made the most of it, flailing her arms and mimicking her dad as he head banged out on the stage to the beat of the music.

When Eddie looked over at you as he took a sip of his beer, he felt his heart beat a bit faster. He stole plenty of looks throughout the usual performances, but this one hit a lot harder. Jeff was leading the band into their second song and you scooped Madison up, swaying back and forth to the beat of the drums as they kicked in, and for the first time since the day Madison was born, he felt a happiness so deep inside of his body that he felt as if he was going to burst. ------ A/N: Do you guys like the longer chapters like this or the shorter chapters? Let me know!

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Rockstar!Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson AU #Stranger Things #Stranger Things AU #thefreakymunson #Anywhere But Here

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Repairing a Broken Hero (if you can even call me that...)

...hi? (Eve, I did the thing :D) and no I’m not dead, adulting has taken over my life QQ

Prompt: The hero finally snaps after losing everything they loved. They fall, sobbing into the villains arms. The villain is shocked, but understands the pain. They wrap gentle hands around the hero, combing a hand through their hair. Telling them that everything will be okay. The hero continues to sob and all the villain could do is repeat that phrase: “it’s okay.”

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Being backed into a small parking space behind apartment buildings wasn’t something Victor saw himself ever being cornered into.

The sound of wire zipping back to its place was all Mr.Freeze heard as he felt himself jerk forward, only for hissing to replace the noise filling his ears.

Mr.Freeze hissed as he looked down at the tube that flailed about, the chlorofluorocarbon gasses leaking out of his suit.

“Do you know how much that cost?” Mr.Freeze yelled, feeling his knuckles ache as he propped his gun back up to his enemy. “Thousands of dollars! All wasted because of you!”

Meanwhile, a girl simply smiled back, a craze filling her eyes as she remained crouched from the dumpster she was resting on.

“You act as if that actually came out of your pocket when we both know it didn’t. And even if it did, I still wouldn’t have given a shit.” The heroine cladded in black and red sassed back, fiddling with what looked to be a blade in her hand. “You are my target and I did what I do best: neutralize.”

He watched as she twirled it once more before placing it back onto the belt she had on, the wire rope loosely dangling.

“It was made out of steel.” Freeze seethed. “A small, thin girl like you shouldn’t be able to-“

He barely managed to speak another word, something quickly zooming past his face, hearing something creak towards his left, noticing the blade missing from her waist.

While he only turned his head a bit, he couldn’t help but fully turn to look at the massive wedge missing from his glass helmet. Only a few millimeters of glass was left to stabilize the rest of it to prevent it from completely shattering. “You little-!”

He watched as a trashed television came his way, Freeze quickly dashing to the side to avoid it.

“Come on Mr.Freeze! Don’t tell me that’s the best you’ve got, is it?”

That set him off and he hated that he gave her the pleasure of knowing it. After all, that stupid grin wouldn’t leave her damned face!

He began to shoot at the girl, watching as she jumped around the area, flipping herself off walls, ladders, cars, well…everything!

He froze up incoming debris, trash bins, some plants that were out on the fire escapes and even some loose bricks the heroine found laying around. “Stay still!”

“Why should I? You’re the one who chose such a bulky weapon in the first place!”

“You really are a huge pest!”

“I’m not the one who has a hard time aiming, now am I? Maybe try a little harder?” The heroine suggested, her grin growing wider as Mr.Freeze froze another car instead of her. “Ooo, how’d you miss me? I’m literally standing still right now! Hell, I’m standing two meters away from you! Shooting me shouldn’t be hard, you know.” She laughed as Freeze missed another beam, pulling herself up a fire escape.

“Stay still, you little bug!” He noticed her scrunch her nose at the name.

“Please don’t ever call me that.” She warned, twirling a yo-yo about. What happened to the blade from earlier? “Only my friends get to call me ‘Bug.’ You only get to call me Red Beetle. And for the record, I stopped being a “little girl” years ago.”

“You are barely towering five feet and are as small as a bug. But don't worry, soon, you’ll be- argh!” Mr.Freeze fell to the floor, his helmet almost completely cracking upon his head hitting the floor, feeling his suit start to hiss thanks to the increase in temperature.

He tried to get up, only to feel his legs bound up, noticing Red Beetle’s first weapon around them. “You arrogant chi-”

“Shut it.” Red Beetle growled, towering over him as she rewrapped her weapon. “You don’t know a single-!” Red Beetle let out a scream, Freeze grinning as he finally landed a beam on her, watching as frost began to form on her arm, the ice slowly crawling up to her shoulder.

He lowered his arms, grateful that he decided to modify his gauntlets into ice cannons.

“Not so cocky now, are we?” He shot another beam directly at her body, hearing Red Beetle screech louder, watching as she collapsed to the ground, watching as she tried her best to breathe. “Now, I suggest you stay down and- argh!”

Mr.Freeze didn’t expect Red Beetle to launch herself at him, feeling as she managed to rip one of his gauntlets off his suit. “Get off me!” Mr.Freeze yelled, throwing her off of him, watching Red Beetle collide with the wall, Mr.Freeze watching as she slid to the floor.

He watched as she tried to prop herself up again, only for arms to give in.

“All you heroes are the same.” He slowly made his way to her, noticing how blood was seeping from the corner of her mouth, but besides that, she looked fine. How was she still in almost pristine condition?

“Are we really?” Red Beetle croaked, finally finding the strength to sit up. “Are we really the same?” She asked him again, this time, looking straight at him as she did, her eyes boring at him, causing a shiver to run down Mr.Freeze’s spine.

Her dull eyes got ingrained into his mind, as if she saw things he has yet to see. Or maybe it was her drastic change in demeanor that was causing him to doubt his advantage?

No.

She’s doing this to throw him off…he should know better than to let his guard down.

But her face…her eyes… she wasn’t smiling or grinning as she said it. She wasn’t brimming with confidence or arrogance as her other fellow heroes would sometimes hold when they told him those same words.

The way she said those words…he couldn’t help but distinguish the hint of anger, disgust that lingered behind the question.

It was as if she was testing him or rather, testing what that phrase meant to him…to her…

“All of you heroes talk about justice and peace, blabbering how violence isn’t right and how it should never be the way to handle a problem and yet, here you are. Punching, kicking, destroying your surroundings, your beloved cities all in the name of justice. All of this violence to justify saving those you love and want to protect-“

He didn’t expect her to laugh, the girl going into a laughing fit with no end in sight only to be left dumbfounded when tears began to fall from her eyes.

How they started to pool onto the floor as she hung her head. How her tiny frame kept shaking with each laugh she let out.

“Protect? Me?” Her giggles began to cool down. “Doing all of this in the name of justice…” She suddenly stopped, as if she hadn’t just been laughing moments ago. She then snapped her head to look at him, contempt raging in her eyes as tears kept spilling from her red eyes. “I’m not doing this to protect anyone. Hell, today was my first day here in Gotham. I don’t know anyone here besides Batman.

And even so, I only met him for an hour max. So I don’t really care about him to be completely honest. And don’t get me started on the Justice League. I’ve only known them for a few weeks.

So to have someone to protect?” She let out a scoff. “I have no one. The only reason I’m even here today was because they wanted me to prove myself to be worthy of being part of the Justice League.

I never asked them to fight you.

They made me fight you.

Can you imagine? Having to prove an international league of heroes that just recently came to being not long ago that I can be of some service to them? That I have to take one villain down today to get them to acknowledge the fact that I’m someone who wants to be on their side? To prove my worth?

Because apparently saving Paris from a domestic terrorist that has been manipulating people for seven years wasn’t enough.

That seven years of having to balance my life and hero work was worthless to them.

But can you really blame me for taking that long to unmask the villain?

When I was given this mantle, no one was there to help me. There was no Justice League to reach out to.

I had to learn the ropes myself, I had to figure out how to unmask this villain by myself.

I spent days learning how to code, how to hack, restore damaged video footage, assemble listening devices, nano tech…

Do you know of any teen that can hijack an entire company’s security in mere minutes?

Of a teen that not only had to teach herself four different types of martial arts and then show her team the same thing because it turned about that she wasn’t the only one who was given this task in her city?

Of a teen who had to let go of her entire team to prevent endangering their lives?

Or what about a teen that not only remembers every face they’ve ever had to save, but also remembers the faces of the people they’ve had to bury because they were just a few centimeters away from saving them?

What about being able to suppress any emotion they’ve ever felt because even the slightest show of emotion can make you a possible pawn for your city’s villain?” She asked him, a scowl growing by the question.

Mr.Freeze didn’t know when he had lowered his weapon, his mind too fixated on the person in front of him.

“And to top it all off, even after I showed them the aftermath of my battle with this villain, of the effects that are still lingering in Paris because of this asshole, one of the League members had the audacity to say my evidence wasn’t enough. That I had to do something else to prove myself simply because he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that I can’t let magic -not even any magical evidence for that matter- to just linger around for some other asshole to abuse.

Because how the fuck do you expect someone to not be attracted to magic? To leave it alone?

Was Hawkmoth not enough to prove to the world that magical artifacts -hell, magic itself- being lethal when in the wrong hands? Am I not evidence enough that even with a team of magic retainers, it is not enough to defeat a single person who knows more about magic than the heroes themselves?” She asked, gripping at chest, or at least tried to.

Was this all true? If so, the Justice League shouldn’t be putting down this girl for her efforts, and even if there wasn’t solid evidence about the Hawkmoth villain, then shouldn’t they at least investigate the situation themselves?

They have the modes and money to do so, so why don't they?

Mr.Freeze continued to watch the girl in front of him, watching as she was trying to bring herself back into reality. “Do you know how old I was when I was given this job?”

It took him a while to register those words, a few seconds more to realize this wasn’t a rhetorical question.

“H-How old were you?”

“I wasn’t even 13 years old yet, a few months shy from it… do you want to know how old I am now?” She took his silence as a yes. “I recently turned 19.” A chuckle escaped her. “Just last week actually…I spent it by myself at the League’s dormitory…

Seven years…I spent seven years being a hero…

But I never asked to be a hero.” A scowl rose to her face again. “ I never asked to be burdened with such a duty.

I didn’t ask to be robbed of my childhood.

I never got to enjoy what we’re supposed to be some of the happiest years of my childhood…my life…

Instead, my time was taken from making memories with my friends and spent taking care of someone else’s responsibilities.

I was supposed to waste time at slumber parties, talking about boys, hanging out with my class on trips, studying for exams, planning my career, falling in love, spending time with my parents…”

Tears began to fall down her face again. “My parents…” A sob escaped her.

But that was it, and he knew.

One sob was all it took after all.

Soon, he saw how Red Beetle began to wail, screaming as she probably recalled her parents.

He watched as she furiously scrubbed the tears that escaped her, watching as she screamed out for her parents.

“Maman! Papa!” Screaming like a child who lost her parents in the supermarket.

But unlike that scenario, she will never unite with them ever again…

Just like him…

They’ll never reunite with the people who meant so much to them…their world…

He never dropped to his knees so quickly, Victor quickly bringing Red Beetle into a hug, feeling her freeze at his action, how quickly she silenced herself.

“It’s okay.” He softly spoke, hearing a hiccup escape the girl. “It’s okay.”

And that was enough to make her bring back down her barriers. Bring back up the sorrow she had been holding in for so long.

He found himself astounded when Red Beetle reverted to her civilian identity, left with a teen in his arms, pouring her soul out as if her life depended on it.

“It’s okay.” He found himself saying, rubbing circles on her back in hopes of soothing her. “It’s okay.”

But he knew it fell onto deaf ears.

Red Beetle cried until she couldn’t, her sobs slowly coming to a soft hic, her head leaned onto his shoulder, her hand welded into his armor as if she feared he would leave her here on her own.

In his arms, she looked nothing like the person he fought an hour ago…

Nothing like the hero he thought she was…

She was just a child…

A child forced to be an adult…a hero…

Heroes…is the Justice League truly worthy of that title?

“Red Beetle, are you feeling okay?” He softly asked her, not hearing a single indication of an answer from the girl. He pulled away from her ever so slightly, surprised that the heroine had fallen asleep. “Of course you would sleep after crying like that, but it’s alright.” He told her, lifting her up with ease, wondering if she was eating enough. “It’s okay now. I’ll make sure you’re safe until you wake up.”

And I’ll make sure they don’t force you to be a hero again.

“REPORT: Red Beetle OFFLINE.

REPORT: Red Beetle OFFLINE.

REPORT: Red-” The automated voice loud continued to say as the members of the Justice League continued to stare at the blaring red letters that engulfed the room in red light.

They couldn’t believe it…

She just reported to them just half an hour ago…

What happened to Red Beetle?

Where did she go?

#maribat #maribat post hawkmoth #maribat JL salt

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megantrancyfanfics · 2 years

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So this is love | Akaza x f! Reader

Warning: female demon reader, a little bit of cursing, pure fluff!

Key: f/f: favorite flower

Enjoy!💗

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The air was chilly on this cool July night. You were currently leaning against the trunk of a dead tree, small goosebumps littered your arms as you looked up into the beautiful starry sky.

It was a peaceful night: Soft hoo’s from neighboring owls, and crickets filled your ears. No one was around, or so you thought.

That was until a pink haired man’s face appeared right in front of you. You let out a scream, as your body jolted hard. “Akaza what the fuck?!!”

Akaza let out a laugh, as he hung upside down from a tree branch. “Did I scare you, pretty thing?”

“Of course you did dumbass! How’d you find me?”

Akaza ignored your question as he got off of the tree branch, and landed in front of you, one of his hands behind his back.

“What are you up to now?”

Akaza stared at you for a second, you could just see his mischievous wheels in his head spinning like clockwork.

Akaza let out a dramatic gasp as he place the hand that wasn’t behind his back on his chest. “Y/n! Accusing me of being up to something?! That’s so rude! I just wanted to see you!”

“You and I both know that’s never the case, so what do you want to do? Train? Spar?”

“Neither actually.” Akaza said in full seriousness as he got down on one knee, removing the hand from his back to reveal f/f. “A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl.” He says with a smile as he places it behind your ear.

Your heart was starting to beat hard. Could it be that your crush liked you back?

‘No no let’s not get ahead of ourselves! This could be to butter me up for something!’ You thought as Akaza pulled away.

“Alright Akaza, what did you break or steal or “misplace” that’s made you give me my favorite flower?”

This time, Akaza’s eyes got wide as he placed both hands on his chest where his heart is at as he threw himself back onto the ground dramatically like he had gotten shot.

“Y/n!! Your words pierce me like a Nichirin Sword! Can’t I give a pretty girl a pretty flower without being accused of wrongdoing?!” He says dramatically, which makes you laugh.

“My words pierce you like that kid with the forehead scar’s sword? You know the one that impaled you after you killed the flame hashira?”

You watched akaza’s mouth fall agape before laughing. “Right! But he only hit me because it was a cheap shot! I was running away from the sun I had my back turned to him I couldn’t see what he was doing it’s not right I would-”

The pink haired man stopped talking when you placed your hand on his cheek. “I know, I’m teasing. You’re so strong Akaza. I think you’re even stronger than Do-” Akaza quickly clapped his hand over your mouth.

“Don’t say his name! As much as I’d love to hear you say I’m stronger than any of the other demons, if you say that idiots name I fear he’ll teleport here and annoy my ass all night!”

You giggled as you moved your hand off of Akaza’s face as Akaza did the same before moving towards the tree and joining you. “You really don’t like Doma, huh?”

“Y/n don’t say his name!” He yelled before looking around. “That bitch will just appear out of thin air!”

“Like you did earlier to me?”

“Oh so you’re saying you were thinking about me before I appeared?” He says with a smirk, which makes you hit him playfully. “Shut up before I say Doma’s name 3 times to see if he’ll appear for shits and giggles.”

“Ok ok I’m sorry! But to answer your question from before: yeah I can’t stand him. He’s so full of himself and loves to nitpick every single damn thing! It’s annoying..”

You nod, before turning your face towards the sky and getting lost in the stars, completely unaware that Akaza was looking at you in aw.

“Akaza, do you find me annoying too?”

“Absolutely not!”

“Then why do you pick on me a lot of the time?”

Ow. That question hit him like a brick. Does he really pick on you a lot? Sure every time the two of you spar he’ll say you’re weak but he didn’t mean it, he was just playing.

“I didn’t know I did..I’m sorry if you think I find you annoying. I actually love spending time with you.”

You smiled softly as the two of you viewed the stars in silence for around 10 minutes.

“Hey, y/n can I tell you something?”

“Of course!”

“I love you.”

You turned your head to look at him so fast you almost snapped your own neck. “Huh? I’m sorry..did I hear that correctly? You..love me? Is this some kind of sick joke Akaza?! Because if it is I’ll go find that forehead scar man and have him behead you as I hold you do-”

“Y/n..” he spoke softly, his eyes looking at you softly as they glistened from the light of the moon. “You know me well enough to know that I would never play with a woman’s feelings. Demon or not. With that being said, do you honestly think I’d play with yours? Now, are you fearful that I was joking because you like me back, or do you not reciprocate my feelings and are hoping that it’s a joke?”

“No, Akaza, I love you. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now..I was just scared that you teamed up with a lower moon to play a prank on me and if I really said how I’d feel you’d laugh at me.”

“Do you not remember what today is, y/n?”

“No.”

“Today marks 8 months since the first time we met. To me, this day deserves to be celebrated, and I finally wanted to share it with you, and tell you how I feel. I really do love you.” He spoke as he placed his hand on top of yours.

“I really do love you too.”

“Aww now this is so cute.” The two of you heard a familiar irritating voice from above you two.

“Doma-” the two of you said in unison which made him laugh.

“Now that makes the 3rd time you two have said my name. I’m starting to think you guys both want to be my best friends~”

“Piss off!”

~~~~~~~~~

End. Sorry everyone that it’s short, but I hope y’all still enjoyed! I tried to make it as cute as possible! 💜💜hope y’all are doin well!

#akaza x you #kny akaza #akaza kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer self insert #demon slayer fluff #x reader fluff #demon x reader #akaza x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x female reader #kny fluff #kny demons #kny x you #oneshot #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kny oneshots

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kazemi-archive · 1 year

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Life Lately

Pairing: Oikawa Toru x Reader

Word Count: ~0.9k

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mentions of depression, self-isolation as a coping mechanism, dealing with a break up

Summary: Life lately looks a lot like staying and laying in my bed even though there’s crumbs in my sheets and I haven’t slept well since god knows when. Life lately looks a lot like containing myself to my room. Voluntary solitary isolation’s the right thing to do.

Part Six of Desiderium

A/N: If dialogue is in blue, this is irl something that was said to me or by me. Thank you for being here live for my therapy.

PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND THE AUTHORS NOTE ON THE MASTERLIST ON MY BLOG BEFORE READING

A week and a half. It had been a week and a half since Tōru had broken up with me. Only a week and a half. And only 4 days since I’d said goodbye to the house we’d lived in together. I sniffled a little bit and pulled my blanket up to my chin as I stared at the window of my small room.

A small knock on the door made me turn my head lightly to look at the door, like I would suddenly develop x-ray vision. “Y/n? You awake?” I bit my lip and stayed quiet at my friend’s voice. I felt bad, they were nice enough to let me drag a good amount of my things into their spare room for the time being, to refuse to let me pay rent. “Just haven’t seen you in a few days.”

I swallowed hard and shifted lightly, pulling the blanket back over my head as I curled into myself. I’d spent the first day here extremely productive. I’d gotten a big assignment in for school, I’d put in paperwork requests for an apartment with a different friend. And then I’d gone to bed and had barely gotten out since then. I’d left the room for the bathroom and that was about it. But only ever when I knew my friend wasn’t home or was shut up in their own room.

I listened to the sound of my friend walking away from the door and sighed a little bit. There was a feeling of irritation against my leg and I swiped my hand across the sheet and caught some crumbs from the chips I’d been eating earlier. I let out a quiet, dry laugh and shook my head.

The clock on my phone screen read 7am. I sighed and buried my head back into the pillows, not that it did me any good. I’d been awake for at least 8 hours, occasionally scrolling through my phone and spacing out, staring at the wall.

I hated myself like this. Containing myself to my room. But no one wanted to see me like this. The bags under my eyes and the glassy cover on them. I could be happy for a moment, forgetting what had happened and laughing and then in two seconds flat, it was like a switch got hit. Like someone hit me with a brick of reality.

Voluntary solitary isolation had to be the right thing to do. To keep my friends from suffering through watching me go through this. It wasn’t different than anything else. I would find a way to heal on my own and then at some point I would be okay enough that my friends wouldn’t even notice.

After what felt like only a few minutes of playing with the piece of jewelry that used to symbolize mine and Tōru’s relationship, a ringing drew my attention. I glanced down at my phone, the clock reading 11am. I swallowed hard as I saw Iwa’s name dance across my screen.

I sat up quickly, coughing a bit to clear my throat, desperately trying to make it sound like this wasn’t the first time I’d used my voice in a few days. I slid my phone open before the ringing stopped. “Hey Haji.” I winced at the hoarseness of my voice but Iwa seemed to ignore it.

“Hey, y/n, I just wanted to check in with you. No one’s heard from you in a couple days.” I laughed softly, a half-hearted sound as I heard him hold back a sigh.

“Don’t worry, Haji,” I glanced at the few empty cups and dishes next to my bed, the only ones I had in this apartment, ones I’d refused to get up long enough to put away, “I’ve just been trying to catch up on some school work.” I lied straight through my teeth.

If he knew that I was lying, he didn’t say anything. Let me lie to him about what I’d been doing holed up in my room alone. “Y/n, you know that just because we’re friends with Oikawa,” the sound of his name sent a pang through my heart, “it doesn’t mean that we’re not here for you.” He let out another sigh. “Y/n we care and wanna help if we can.”

I stared at the pile of clothes in the basket that I’d brought over from my last place. I’d gotten ambitious during my one day of productivity and washed it all, attempting to wash off any trace of him, any trace of heartbreak. They’d been sitting there since. “Don’t worry, Haji, really.” I would get to it soon, fold it all up and hang it up nicely. “I just need a little bit of time and I’ll be all good.”

After years of knowing me, it only took a few seconds of conversation for him to know when he would be getting nowhere with me. “If you’re sure?” He hesitated, not wanting to give up on me quite yet. “Would it hurt to get out for just a night?” He tried to push one last time.

The words were right on the tip of my tongue again, “Don’t worry, Haji.” I winced at the meaning behind my half-hearted assurance. Don’t worry, I’m sure that it’ll be any day now that I decide I’ve served my time and I let myself out.

A/N: 🎶free therapy🎶

#𓇻 desiderium

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frogandbird · 24 days

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Strawberry Skys - Chapter three - Lost Tools and Tears

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It was a saturday night, the sun having only just set. El and Mikey had gone out with April, so the twins were working in the garage together.

Raph had gotten a new bike, and was working on doing a new paint job and upgrades as Donnie worked on a variety of projects. His current one was upgrading the portal gun they had used when they crossed dimensions several years ago.

Donnie thought they could fix it and start traveling dimensions for fun, but El had made them put it off until they had the resources and time to do it safely. Well, as safe as one could experiment with multi dimensional traveling devices as mutant turtles who lived in the sewers could.

Raph leaned back from his bike, examining his work. Giving a hum, he stood and began to move the freshly painted parts into a more ventilated part of the garage.

Picking up one of the mirrors, Raph heard a few anyoyed hisses from Donnie.

“You good Don?” Raph moved closer to his twin.

“Yeah. This just isn't working like it should be.” Donnie leaned back in his chair, flipping his welding mask up and turning to look at Raph.

“Wanna help me move my bike?” Raph leaned on a wall and crossed his arms. Donnie mulled it over for a few minutes before nodding.

The pair moved to the other side of the garage, moving the main body of the bike out into the layer. They were halfway through moving the freshly painted parts to the spare room when a clicking could be heard from the garage.

“What is that?” Raph sniffed the air.

“Nothing should be on.” Donnie led the pair into the lab, also sniffing the air.

Looking around, the pair quickened their search as the faint smell of smoke filled the air. The two managed to find the desk that had the beeping thing right before it blew.

“DONNIE!” Raph screeched as he dove for his twin, who was much closer to the table, his arm atop the device they had been working on earlier.

Reaching Donnie, Raph managed to grab his twin right as yellow light and white sparks filled the room. Donnies scream filled Raphs ears as his vision went white.

—

Raph blinked back to reality, his right side white hot with pain. Only his left eye opened properly, his right blurry and thick.

Pulling back, Raph tried to lift himself off of whatever he was laying atop, the thick smell of metal smoke and electric flames heavy in the air.

His hand slipped on a thick shell, something wet covering it. He hissed, his memory hitting him like a wall of bricks. His head snapped up, quickly taking count of the now destroyed room and looking for his twin.

Donnie groaned below Raph, making him stumble to get off his twin.

“Donnie? Don?” Raph ignored how his voice roise, high with fear. “Talk to me D.” Raph moved to hold Donnies head, his right arm heavy and bleeding badly. His panic grew as he realized he couldn’t feel Donnies cold scales.

“Raphie..?” Donnies voice was weak, small and far off but there. Raph let out a strangled cry at the sound of his twin’s voice, resting his head against Donnies.

“Oh thank god.” Raph pulled back, blinking tears out of his working eye. “Where does it hurt? We gotta get out of here and-“ Raph hissed when his arm slipped.

“I- It- everything hurts.” Donnie whined in pain, their own limbs curling under them.

“Right. Ok. Thats-“ Raph shook his head. Where was Els' overprotective older sibling act when she was needed. Or Mikey's easy happiness when it was so badly needed.

Raph took a breath. “Can you walk?” He lowered his voice, hiding his fear the best he could.

The dark smoke and thick air was getting harder to breathe in, so the two needed to get out fast. Raph wasn’t sure what was wrong, or what had even happened, but they still needed to get out.

Donnies mumble wasn’t very convincing, so Raph did what he could to support his twin to stand.

“Come on D, I got you.” Raph growled as his right arm brushed Donnies shell, coming back covered in thick blood.

Donnie mumbled and fell into Raph, unbalanced in a way Raph couldn’t understand. With one of Donnies arms pulled into his shell, Raph couldn’t see the extent of their injuries.

Raph took on the added weight, grunting and practicing dragging his sibling out of the smoking and flame kissed garage.

When the two finally exited the smoking garage, Raph collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily and still holding onto Donnie.

His hearing was beginning to ring, and his vision in his one working eye began to go black.

Donnie hissed in pain, making Raph stumble up again, only to fall back onto his tail. Pulling his Tphone out with his good arm, still heavy and hurting, he sent out a help signal to his clan and let his eyes close once again.

—

His vision was blurry when he opened his eye, and all the color was stripped from his vision. A five fingered hand was shaking his bleeding shoulder.

He hissed and closed his eye once again. A panicked voice was mulled and fuzzy, words going unheard as he slipped into sleep again.

—

Raph slowly came too in the lab. He knew it was the lab because he could feel the stiff cot below him and the smell of metal and chemicals in the air.

The soft and warm bandages that covered his right side, dull pain throbbing in parts of his arm. Sharp pain had also made home in his covered eye.

Quiet voices spoke nearby him, but he couldn’t pick out who was speaking yet. He groaned and sat up, hissing at the pain that shot up his right arm.

A cold hand pressed into his plastern, pushing him back down into the itchy cot. He pried open his eye, the one not covered in bandages, and was greeted with Els' very concerned face.

Letting her pamper him a bit, he used his left arm to try and rub some of the sleep out of his uncovered eye. His hand got swatted away by Mikey, who was glaring at him.

“Don't you dare agitate your injuries, you little shit.” Mikey huffed, their arms crossed.

“Language Mikey.” El had grabbed a wet rag and was wiping his face down gently.

Mikey blew a raspberry at El, who just rolled her eyes and earned a snort from Raph.

Noise from outside of the lab made Raph crane his head, looking at the door as Case and April came in. He gave a small wave as they caught sight of him.

April visibly relaxed, her face softening. Case had a brief flash of relief passing over his face before an angry expression formed and he stormed over.

Mikey grinned and stepped back with his hands raised. El sighed again and stoped ficking about Raph. She sat back, her hands folded on her lap as she sat next to Raphs legs.

“You little mother fucker!” Casey slammed his hands on the thick fabric of the cot. “You don't get to trigger your panic button and pass out when I find you!” Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“Didn’t do it on purpose man.” Raph groaned, his good arm tapping his leg.

“No shit!” Case leaned his forehead against Raphs, holding his cheek gently.

El smiled gently. She gave them a few moments before speaking. “What happened? Casey could only say he found you outside the smoking garage.”

“Yeah. I don’t really know what happened either. We had just moved most of my bike out of the garage and Donnie, Shit-“ Raph sat up suddenly, pain shooting up his arm and face. He curled around his arm and both Case and El yelped and sprung forward to help him.

He gasped in pain and let himself recover for several minutes before laying back down. Els' concerned face made him wince. He didn't even want to look at Case or Mikey.

April rested her hand atop Raphs head, giving him scratches he shamelessly purred along to. “Donnie should be fine, their arm is in bad shape but he will live.”

“Right.. Ok.. Thats, that's good.” Raph sucked in a few breaths, letting himself recover before speaking again.

“We had most of the bike moved into the spare room before we heard clicking in the garage. We looked around and it turned out to be something Donnie was messing with earlier.” Raph glanced at his twin, who was sleeping somewhat respectfully in the cot next to Raph.

El sighed and helped him sit up so Mikey could adjust the cot so he could sit up and still rest against it without laying down. He gave her a hum and continued his story.

“We found it clicking, I don't know what it was, and Donnie was holding it and it.. Well.” He gestured at himself and Donnie with his good arm. His bad arm prickled with pain, parts having a fuzzy feeling.

Everyone sat or stood in silence, all thinking. Mikey sat on Donnies cot, gently laying a hand on their chest. El looked away, head tilted down with her fingers moving against each other.

April was still giving him head scratches, slow and methodical. Tired clicking came from her as she clicked in a language only she and Mikey could understand.

Case was nervously tapping Raphs arm, his gase tired and upset.

“Right.. What happened? After I passed out I mean.” Raph kept his voice clam, deeper and tired.

Case looked at him before speaking. “I got here first, and found you passing out covered in blood and smoke pouring out of the garage.” He rubbed his face. “You scared me man! I thought you were dying in my hands when El and April got to us. We had to get you here and treated-'' Case coughed back a sob, his hands rubbing against his eyes.

“We got you two here and made sure you were patched up as April and Mikey put out the fire and got most of the smoke out.” El reached over to Raph, gently rubbing his cheek. He leaned into the contact, begging to slip into sleep again.

“You can go to sleep bro, we can take care of you two for a bit.” Mikey moved to sit at Raphs feet, a gentle smile on her face. “We got it all under control lil bro.”

Raph nodded, yawning slightly. He let his eye drop. He was asleep before anyone spoke again.

———

The next time he awoke, Chompy was curled up on his lap and snoring. Case was asleep atop Donnie, snoring gently.

His head had a dull ache behind one eye and pin pricks in his arm. He could thank his mutant dna for keeping the pain at a minimum as he slowly sat up.

Chompy woke when he moved, making clicks and chirps. Raph smiled and yawned, giving his pet a few scratches under the chin. The fire turtles' trills woke Case, who blurrily rubbed his eyes and slid off Donnies cot.

“You good man?” Case was handing him a cup if water, that Raph quickly drained.

“Feels like i just got blown up, but other then that? Fine.” Raph grinned and handed the cup back to Case, who snorted and put it away.

“How's D?” Raph went back to giving Chompy scratches.

Case stopped and looked back at Raphs twin, consern all over his face. “He took most of the blast, and his arm..” He shook his head.

“It's in really bad condition. One if his eyes didn't survive, and he has bad burns but it should all heal.” Case blurted out the rest, his hands moving quickly.

“Well shit.” Raph rubbed his bandaged arm, hissing as the pin pricks turned into a dull pain. He stopped messing with his arm.

The two sat in silence for a bit, Case leaning against Donnies cot and Raph giving Chompy scratches.

“You hungry?” Raph looked up.

“A bit.” That was a lie. Raph was starving, he didn’t know the last time he had eaten.

“I'll be back then.” Case left the lab, his dark hoodie standing out against the silver and white tables.

He returned with pizza and a very tired looking El, who was leaning heavily into her crutches.

“Pizza for the dumbass!” Case lifted the plate into the air, but it lacked all his usual energy.

“Language Casey.” El limped over to Raph, bonking her head against his. Chompy tried to bonk his head against hers as well, but El hummed and just pet his head.

Case sent her a raspberry as he handed the plate to Raph, who took it and pushed his pet away from the food.

El moved to sit on his cot as Case went back to Donnie, jumping to lay down next to the injured turtle again. He turned his back to the other turtles.

Raph continued to fend for his food as El just laughed.

“Just gonna laugh at my pain El?” Raph put his palm against Chompys face, who squeaked and pawed at him.

“Yes little brother.” El continued to laugh, pulling Chompy away and giving him scratches.

“How long have I been out?” Raph shoved more pizza in his mouth.

“Just a day. You should be free to walk around by tomorrow, but I want to check you over again.” El had that soft look on her face that Raph always hated. It was the look that one of them got when they were hurt, one that Raph had done his best to not resave much.

“Right..” Raph sighed, dragging his good hand over his face. He finished off his pizza and did his metal checklist.

He was breathing, He could see out if his non bandaged eye, could hear and feel with his good arm. He poked at his bad arm, sensation only coming with parts of his arms. El was still looking at Chompy, her gaze clouded and tired.

He sighed, continuing his checklist. With only his arm being a concern, he let himself relax a bit.

—

The next day, he was allowed to walk around and sleep in his own room. Chompy trailed him constantly, not that Raph really minded.

He raised his concern about his arm, and they decided to wait to see if Donnie had the same problems before doing anything drastic.

—

Donnie woke up a day later, and promptly freaked out over the garage getting blown up. Donnie was made to rest for a few more days, though they were allowed to sleep in his own room.

Case had ended up fixing a lot of the damage the Shellrader had taken, and even managed to help Raph scavenge the bigger parts to save. The pair got as much cleaned up as they could, though only so much could be saved.

Case, Raph, and Donnie spent the next few weeks getting the lab set up again, establishing new limits, and figuring out how to make a new arm for Donnie. Said turtle began to slip deeper and deeper into a haze, working on gear and constantly in his lab.

None of the other’s voiced there worry, but it lay heavy in the layer.

#tmnt 2012 #strawberry skys au #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #birdboys writting

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elxfi-archived · 1 year

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Tomorrow was her birthday. not this day that was talked about so much both in this world and the living one. valentine's day. funny how he never really did anything for her on it... but then again why to show love on one single day when you can do it every day. and that was what he tried to do. show his love for her every single day. tomorrow however was her day. the day she came into this world. and even though she had forgotten his -- which really didn't matter, despite their agreement to have a tradition of letting him sleep in, he hadn't minded at all. for her however, he wouldn't dare forget. and he got her this gift that happened to arrive today, a day earlier. he thought that was a good thing. since early is always better than late. what he had chosen this year was not all that different from the year before. nighttime wear but this time a sheer robe that had caught his eye because of its colour. she did like pink and then the design also seemed like something she might like. it was flowy and feminine and fluffy. and he had found her size luckily. now that it was wrapped up and ready for her to open it in the morning, he put it away in her side of the closet so she could see it when she got ready for work in the morning. inside was also a little note he had written later and put in between the folds of the box that read:

Happy birthday, wife.

i think it's our third year together now. i hope you like this gift and don't think me boring for choosing something similar to last year. i just saw this and thought you'd like it. i'm not that great at gift-giving apparently. apologies for that. i hope to try harder next year. anyway, love you and i'll see you soon.

Your husband

She is undoubtedly EXHAUSTED. Haru had been up & down all night. Each time the little one would make his way to the end of their bed, he had a new reason why he needed his mother's attention. 'Tummy hurts, mommy', 'Tsuki woke me up, mommy', 'I wanna stay with you, mommy'. She had conceded DEFEAT roughly halfway through the night & eventually settled on letting the small boy remain in bed with them. Tsuki was a daddy's girl. She always wanted Starrk when she needed tending to. Haruya, however, was a mama's boy through & through & unfortunately, far more FUSSY of a child than his sister. Chiyo didn't mind MOST of the time. It came with the territory of having young ones. Only, up until recently, she didn't have to wake up nearly as early & it wasn't such a DETRIMENT to be woken up multiple times in the night. Now? She had to be up quite early for the commute to the Seireitei. She had previously been a PROFESSIONAL when it came to working long hours on little sleep. In fact, it was the way of their division. But she had become SPOILED with sleeping in & now it wasn't as easy as it once was. She has to PEEL her son off of her when it comes time to drag herself out of bed. She tucks him back in with little protest from Haru. He must have worn himself out from his own ANTICS & would most likely rest peacefully until it came time for their father to make them breakfast. Chiyo feels the exhaustion HIT her like a ton of bricks & she groans quietly to herself. It was going to be a LONG day. She makes her way to the closet in search of her uniform (if it could even be called that anymore, given her recent modifications). Crystal optics halt in their search when SOMETHING gets her attention. A box, nicely wrapped & placed atop her dresser.

Oh right. Today was her birthday. Of course he did something for her. He wouldn't FORGET like she had. Chiyo sighs, taking the box in her hands & feeling an immense sense of GUILT. Dammit. Why did he have to be so thoughtful? Part of her was hoping they could just IGNORE her birthday & be even for the year. But he hadn't even been upset & of course he was still going to do something for her. She tries to open the box as QUIETLY as she can manage, not wanting to disturb her boys when the sun hadn't even risen yet. Inside, she is met with a note & a shock of light pink fabric. She opens the note first, reading over his words & smiling to herself. He was just so PRECIOUS. After finishing the note, she pulls the garment from the box, lifting it up to get a better look at it. It was LOVELY. A pretty, pink, fluffy robe that would certainly pair well with the other things in her recreational closet. How could she EVER think it boring? She neatly, folds it back up, setting it aside so she could wear it after work. Then the small shinigami makes her way over to her husbands side of the bed, placing a kiss on his forehead. ❝I love you SO much.❞

#chi birfday 2023 #solitariusdeluna #answered ;#he's such a good husbando uvu

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peter3ismybf · 1 year

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impossible choice- part 2

part 1

At some point, Eloise must have dozed off because the slamming of a door jolted her awake. A moment of panic swept through her as she reevaluated her position, forgetting momentarily where she was, and when she remembered it hit her like a ton of bricks.

She looked up at the door to see the man coming back in. Instead of the anxious, fidgety person she had seen earlier, he was cool and collected, his posture rigid. His hands were folded neatly in front of his chest and his face bore no emotion.

“What are your names?” he asked. His voice was still gruff, but it was more even and monotone this time.

The fact that he’s asking again could mean two things- it’s a test, or there’s something more going on. He could have multiple personalities, and this is a new one, or he’s trying to see if they’ll say the same names again.

Defeated, and not feeling like getting choked out again, Eloise raises her head. “We lied earlier. I’m Eloise.” She says.

“Elijah.” her brother answers as well, and the man nods once and concisely.

“I appreciate your candor, Elijah and Eloise.” he says, and a small smile appears on his face.

“In a few hours, one of you will be dead.”

Spencer paced frantically in the meeting room, waiting for Hotch to enter as he requested he did a few minutes before. His fingers kept moving up to his hair, messing with it in an attempt to calm his nerves, but nothing was helping.

His kids were missing. His only family he had left, other than his mother, but she was in a home.

It started with the call from the school, informing him that his children had not shown up. This prompted an argument between Spencer and the principal because he had seen Eloise and Elijah leave that morning to the bus stop. 1 call to the police, his fellow agents and the BAU, and another followup call to the school later, he found himself pacing in this meeting room, feeling like his world was crumbling around him.

The door opened, and Aaron Hotchner walked in. “Explain what happened.” he said, cutting to the chase as he usually did.

Spencer walked him through the events of the morning while he listened, his brow furrowing in concentration. “And you haven’t gotten any communications from them?”

Spencer shook his head. “No, no I went to the bus stop and their phones were there.” he recounted the dread that built in his stomach when he’d picked up the phones, both cracked and broken beyond repair.

It reminded him of himself, when they were born. Their mother- a one night stand gone horribly wrong. She hadn’t reached out to him after that night, and on a snowy night in February, he got a call from her.

“Hi, Spencer?”

He had been pouring over a case, analyzing each little detail meticulously as he usually did. He struggled to hold the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he scribbled down some notes in the margin of the paper he was reading.

“Hi, what’s up?”

“Its- you’re not gonna believe this.”

He had stood up so fast his papers spilled onto the floor, fluttering around him like little butterflies. Before his mind knew what he was doing, his legs carried him to his car outside, his hand turned the key in his ignition, and he was speeding off towards the hospital.

The roads were icy, but somehow Spencer had managed to arrive at the hospital, almost forgetting to put his car in park before jumping out of it and rushing into the white building.

She had left by the time he got there, having birthed the twins days prior. His mind was still fumbling over what she had told him.

“I had twins...they have to be yours....can’t take them....you decide....”

Standing in the nursery over the two little bassinets, his mind cleared suddenly and he thought nothing.

They hadn’t been named yet, and the staff at the nursery were warning him they would have to give them Jane and John Doe if he didn’t choose soon. That wasn’t a problem, because he had had names picked out in the fantasy world he ever had kids.

The boy would be Elijah, after the famous poet Elijah Fenton, who had contributed in writing the Odyssey.

The girl- oh the girl. While he loved both of the babies equally, holding the little girl had melted his heart down to his feet. With Elijah, he felt a sense of responsibility, to be the father he never had. But with the girl, holding her in his arms, he felt a sense of protection, like nothing could ever touch her without him having a say in it.

The girl would be Eloise, after S.E Hinton, the author of The Outsiders, one of his favorite novels as a child. The name itself meant “warrior”, and he knew that his little girl would always be a fighter, a tough, beautiful warrior who would always be backed up by her brother and father.

It was a night he wouldn’t ever forget, and now, standing in the meeting room, he felt just like he had when he had gotten that phone call.

The weight of his words settled in the pit of Eloise’s stomach. “What do you mean?” She asked, despite her better judgement.

“Exactly what I said.” The man said simply.

“Why wouldn’t you just kill us both then? Make it easier for you?” Elijah spit out, venom cutting into his voice.

“Me?” He asked. “No no no, I’m not killing anyone.”

“So what? Are we just going to sit down here until one of us dies of starvation?” Elijah fired back. Eloise wished her legs were closer to him so she could kick him in the shins.

“No, we can make things much more simple and quicker than that.” The man said and walked towards them. Eloise tensed as his hands found the ropes binding her arms and legs, flashbacks of him choking her out flooding her mind.

He turned their chairs so they were able to see each other. She watched Elijah’s face morph into a cringe as his eyes traveled to her neck. It probably was bruising.

The man stepped back and reached into a pocket. On the ground in the middle of the chairs, he placed a gun.

“You two will decide who shoots who. One bullet in the chamber- not yet, of course. But in an hour, I’ll come back and load a single bullet in. One of you will shoot your sibling. The other will go home.”

The color drained from Elijah’s face, his body going rigid.

“Well, seems like you two have a lot to talk about. Clocks ticking!” He said shortly and left.

Silence closed in around the room, and Eloise found her breath hitching. “Eli...”

“Don’t, Eloise. That isn’t happening.” Elijah says, but his tone betrays him, fear seeping into his words. A tear slips down her cheek as she lowers her head.

She prayed her dad would march in the door then and scoop them up. He would smell like tea and vanilla and fresh laundry and he would hold her so close she thought she would absorb into him. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing for it to be true when she opened them.

But the world isn’t that kind.

#spencer reid #spencer reid child #reid #reid!child #imagine #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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high-rise || k.sy x reader

Summary: (ceo!au… ish) walking around your apartment naked has never been a problem, since you live in a high-rise and no one can see in, at least that’s what you thought…

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 9.1k

a/n: reworked this piece originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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additional warnings: mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, choking, degradation, sir kink if you squint

Your scarf was the first thing to hit the floor, followed shortly by your blazer. You toed off your heels as you simultaneously fumbled with the zipper on the back of your skirt, cursing when the fabric snagged the metal teeth. You were sweating with effort by the time you started rolling off your tights, making the task at hand that much more difficult. You kept your button-down on and kicked the rest of the clothes to the side, making a mental note to add them to the laundry later.

One of the (admittedly many) perks of living in a New York City penthouse was the view. Your apartment was ninety percent windows, which were a bitch to clean, but the sights you were privy to made it all worth it.

Manhattan was beautiful at any time of day, but you especially enjoyed it in the evenings. By the time you got home from work the late afternoon sun had begun to set, and you got to watch the soft pinks and oranges of the sunset fade into dusk. Rainy days and snowy days were up there on the list too. You were so high up that your apartment sometimes found itself submerged in the middle of a cloud. You could watch the rain fall onto the city below, or try to make out the horizon through the fog.

Even though your apartment was practically a glass box, being so high up offered you the luxury of privacy, which was why you usually didn’t bother with clothes. The only reason you were still wearing your shirt now was to shake off the chill from outside, but it would soon join the pile by the door.

You turned on the gas fireplace in the living room before making your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of the white wine you had opened earlier that week. It was a gift from a client, and not something you would have picked for yourself, but alcohol was alcohol and you wouldn’t dream of letting it go to waste.

You knew you should probably eat something before diving back into the paperwork you had brought home with you, but you were itching to get to it. You would never admit it, but your relationship with your job wasn’t the healthiest. All of your friends knew you were married to your work. Your colleagues and bosses knew it too. And deep down so did you. Maybe that’s why you hadn’t been on a date in... a while. It’s what you told yourself.

Even as you were perusing the options of takeout containers full of leftovers in your fridge you couldn’t stop thinking about the files waiting for you in your briefcase. You had to go over resumès and applications for an open position in your company to familiarize yourself with the candidates before you interviewed them in-person tomorrow.

Your fridge beeped at you, letting you know its door was still open as if you had walked away and forgotten to close it, unaware that you were still standing right in front of it.

“I know, I know,” you sighed and grabbed the styrofoam box of half-eaten sarme from your favorite Albanian restaurant down the street.

As the food warmed in the microwave, you gave in to the urge and retrieved your briefcase from by the door, discarding your shirt with your other clothes while you were over there.

You were just in your panties now, a thong if you were being specific. As much as you hated wearing them, they were the only underwear that wouldn’t show through your skirts and slacks.

You settled on the floor in front of the coffee table with your glass of wine and folder full of documents. The fire burned steadily as you flipped through them and made notes in the margins. Your cabbage rolls were lukewarm around the edges and cold in the middle, but still good nonetheless and you finished the rest. You had been hungrier than you thought.

“Mark Wescott... graduated from Georgetown University in 2013, nice! With a degree in... business admin... real fucking original,” you muttered to yourself, “but he’s got good references and decent experience... so... maybe?”

You uncapped the yellow highlighter in your hand with your teeth and ran it over his name and info at the top. You had a color-coded system for applicants. Pink for top priority, yellow for mid, and orange for low.

“None of these are impressive,” you decided after combing through all of the applications. You shook your head at the stack of papers and pushed them to the side. “Maybe they’ll be better in-person.”

You knew that wasn’t true, but it was getting late and you knew you should get at least a little bit of sleep before tomorrow. You had a lot riding on this hire, so you knew you needed to be coherent enough to sit through eight hours of interviews.

You brought your glass of wine to your lips and downed the last of it. “Here’s to hoping we’ll find the one.”

Soonyoung ran a hand through his hair and blew out a sigh. He was already overwhelmed just looking at the stacks of cardboard boxes in front of him, he couldn’t even think about unpacking them yet.

He needed to find the box with all of his suits, at the very least. He couldn’t roll up to his interview tomorrow in the gray sweats and t-shirt he was wearing now, not if he actually wanted the job.

Moving into his new place the day before an interview had been a good idea in theory. But as he grabbed the box cutter from the counter and started slicing open random boxes with no sense of direction Soonyoung was beginning to rethink his decision.

“Why didn’t I label any of these?” he muttered to himself, cursing at yet another box full of DVDs.

It didn’t help that everything was wrapped in newspaper and impossible to identify at first glance. He knew it helped protect things from breaking and shifting around during travel, but it was already making the task at hand twice as long. He had planned to route the walk from the subway station to the office that evening. He wanted to practice the commute and time it so that he wouldn’t be late in the morning, but as the sunlight began to dwindle from the room he knew he wouldn’t have time. He would just have to get up extra early tomorrow.

At least the new apartment was nice. His last job back in Seoul had set him up nicely to be able to afford a place in the heart of Manhattan. It was on the small side compared to what he was used to, but he didn’t need much space since it was just him living there.

Everything was up to date and all of the appliances were brand new. There was an in-unit washer and dryer tucked away in one of the closets, and the dining area had real exposed brick walls. Soonyoung didn’t know what those things meant, but his realtor had told him they were good.

The sun had set completely by the time Soonyoung finally found his suits. He’d had to plug in one of his table lamps and set it on the floor in the middle of searching just to be able to see what he was looking at.

He hung a few options up in his new closet, hoping some of the wrinkles would ease from the fabric overnight.

With that done, Soonyoung figured he might as well unpack some of the boxes he’d already opened. It wasn’t efficient work, seeing as he had neglected to label anything, but Soonyoung managed to put away some dishes, shoes, and miscellaneous sheets and towels before he finally checked the clock again and realized how late it was.

Most of the windows in the surrounding buildings had already gone dark for the night, except for those of the apartment directly across from his. It was in the only other high-rise that was as tall as his, making the illuminated unit at the top stick out even more.

It was then that Soonyoung realized he could see directly into the apartment. He smiled to himself, taking comfort in the fact that he wasn’t alone in being up at such a late hour. He wondered who his night-owl of a neighbor might be. His question was answered moments later when a shadow of movement caught his attention.

A woman who looked to be about his age emerged from a hallway carrying a stack of papers. He couldn’t make out the details of her face from where he was, but as she stepped into the light he could tell that she was naked.

Soonyoung immediately averted his gaze, snapping his head in the opposite direction so fast that he heard his neck crack. He gave it a second or two before looking back, assuming she was gone annnd nope. He squeezed his eyes shut a second time and turned his entire body away from the window. Now she was just... sitting in her living room? Completely naked? He wasn’t one to judge, but the knowledge alone was enough to make being a gentleman harder... amongst other things.

“Focus,” he told himself, resisting the urge to glance at the window. “Don’t be a creep.”

He attempted to resume his unpacking, only to find himself distracted every few minutes, sneaking glances at the window unconsciously. Every time he caught himself looking he was doused in a fresh wave of guilt. He knew it was wrong, but for whatever reason he couldn’t stop himself. The irony of being a peeping tom was not lost on him.

Soonyoung watched as the girl in the window stood from her spot on the floor and stretched, watched as her muscles tensed and relaxed when she raised her arms above her head. A mix of shame and arousal burned in his stomach as his eyes traced the outline of her curves.

All of the sudden it occurred to him that she could also probably see into his apartment. If she were to look over right now she’d see him standing like an idiot in the window practically gawking at her from fifty feet away. He panicked and lunged to turn off the lamp that was still sitting on the floor so that the whole room went dark.

That night as he lay in bed trying to fall asleep, Soonyoung thought about the stranger across the way. He wondered if there was a reason for her state of undress. If she had been waiting for someone, or if that someone had just left. Was that why she was up as late as he was? At least she was getting some. He wished he could say the same for himself.

“This is starting to get sad,” he mumbled and buried his face in his hands. ‘Starting to’ was being generous and he knew it.

He wished the morning would come, wished he was on his way to his job interview already, but every time he checked the time only a few minutes had gone by. He knew he wasn’t going to get much sleep anyway, at least if it was morning he’d be able to do something productive and get his mind off the girl in the window.

Soonyoung rolled over away from his bedroom window and pulled the blankets tighter around his shoulders. He could hear ambulance sirens and car horns from the street down below, the ambience of the traffic lulling the city to sleep.

Your morning started like any other. Your alarm went off at six-thirty and you snoozed it until seven, groaning when you finally dragged yourself out of bed. You turned on the shower and brewed a pot of coffee while you waited for the water to heat up.

You had been trying to get into tea recently, slowly working on cutting coffee out of your life completely and making the switch to the much healthier alternative. Tea had less caffeine and offered a whole range of health benefits that coffee didn’t. You’d read endless articles about how much better it was for you, but it wasn’t as coffee

The switch would be going a lot better if you didn’t let yourself make excuses to keep drinking coffee every morning. It would probably also be going a lot better if you weren’t guilt-chugging that cup (or two) of coffee before leaving your apartment six minutes earlier than usual to catch the 8:00 train instead of the 8:10 train just so you could grab a to-go cup of earl gray from the tea shop down the street from your office and drink that as you walked into work so that you could continue to keep up the charade that your tea-drinking endeavors were going well in front of your coworkers.

The glass was already foggy when you returned to take your shower. You wanted to be at the office early today to set up for the interviews so you tied up your hair and quickly rinsed off. The soapy water hadn’t even finished draining from the tile floor before you were out and wrapping yourself up in a towel.

You dried yourself off and dropped the towel in your hamper, not bothering with clothes yet. You walked back into the kitchen and poured yourself a cup of coffee.

You sipped it as you turned on the stove and cracked an egg into a pan. You usually liked to have a bagel or a quick granola bar before work, but when you were feeling fancy you liked to make yourself a couple slices of avocado toast for breakfast. You had decided that today was a fancy day.

You popped the bread in the toaster as the eggs fried and sliced a ripe avocado in the meantime. As soon as you were done with that, it was time to flip the eggs and put the toast on a plate.

You finished your first cup of coffee and went to pour yourself a second, but thought better of it. You’d be sitting in one place for a majority of the day and too much caffeine would make you fidgety and anxious if you didn’t have a way to diffuse the energy.

You ate your breakfast at the bar in your kitchen, looking over the stack of resumes one last time as you did.

“Are you ready for today?” one of your supervisors, Carolina, asked as soon as she saw you walk in the door.

You took a sip of tea from the paper cup in your hand and grimaced. “I’ve been dreading it all week.”

“At least it’ll be over by tonight.”

“Sure, this round will be over, but then there’s still follow-up interviews and training and-”

“Whoa, whoa, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. This is the worst part, and we’ve just got to take it one thing at a time.”

You sighed. “You’re right, sorry.”

Carolina smiled and nodded her head in the direction of the hall. “Conference Room B is all set up for you when you’re ready. Page me to let me know when I can send the candidates in.”

“Got it, thanks.”

You set yourself up with your laptop and paperwork at one end of the table, and left the seat across from you open for the interviewee.

The morning dragged by at an agonizingly slow pace. Each potential hire seemed determined to bore you to death with their graduate school anecdotes and corporate buzzwords. They were all the same. Too stiff, too self-absorbed, too-

“Y/n, we’ve got your next one ready for you.”

You cleared your throat before pressing the speak button on the intercom, having been lost in thought when Carolina’s voice began echoing throughout the room.

“Sounds good, you can send them over to me.”

You sat up a little straighter in your chair and brushed yourself off. You’d been interviewing for a couple hours straight already, but you still wanted to look fresh-faced for everyone who came in. You were representing the company, after all, and interviews were just as much about trying to impress the candidates as it was about them trying to impress you.

You reached for your cup of tea before remembering it had probably long since gone cold and grimaced, perking up when you heard the familiar squeak of the door.

The young man offered you his hand before settling in the chair opposite yours with a polite smile.

“Mr.... Kwon,” you said, reading his name off of his resume in front of you. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he agreed. “And you can call me Soonyoung.”

You quirked an eyebrow, but nodded. Straight past his last name and right to Soonyoung, interesting you mused to yourself as you scanned his profile again.

“Nice to meet you, Soonyoung. I’m y/n y/l/n. I’m a Senior Associate here and I’m just going to ask you a few questions about yourself, your work, typical interview stuff. Does that sound okay?”

“Sounds perfect.”

You paused and pretended to organize the papers in front of you while you discreetly gave him a once-over, making mental notes to yourself. He wore a Rolex on his left wrist. That told you that his last job had paid well enough to be able to afford one- either that or his parents came from money. You had a lot of trust-fund kids wasting your time today, you hoped he wasn’t another. Your office already reeked of nepotism and you just wanted this new hire to be on your side of things.

He was rather handsome too. Smartly dressed, sharp jawline, hair that was just barely tamed by gel, warm brown eyes that crinkled up in the corners when he smiled- you had to remind yourself not to stare.

“Alright, Soonyoung, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?” The question always tasted bitter when you asked it and it was hard not to cringe. It was the most basic question in the book, but it was a good way to get to know what kind of an employee someone was.

“Uh, well, I just moved here from Seoul. I got in yesterday afternoon and still have loads to unpack, but I’m hoping to adjust quick. I was an Executive Consultant for five years at my last firm, and had just been promoted to Executive Manager last spring.” He paused to think. “What else... I really love to golf on my days off, and if I’m not golfing I’m usually at home watching movies.”

“A lot of our clients like to golf,” you commented off-handedly. “Are you any good?”

Soonyoung shrugged, smiling humbly. “I’m decent. I haven’t had the chance to play for real in a while.”

“Why’s that?” you were aware you were moving away from interview territory, but you told yourself it was relevant enough to pursue.

“Most of my recent games were taking clients out to golf at my old firm. I had to play like shit on purpose so they’d win and we’d close a deal.”

“Did you ever consider that maybe they were just better than you?” you asked.

Soonyoung narrowed his eyes the tiniest bit, but kept a polite smile on his face. “Trust me, I had to try very hard to lose.”

“So you had a pretty successful closing rate?”

“About twenty-six percent.”

You tried to hide your surprise, nodding as if that was a completely normal closing rate for your company.

“May I ask why you moved?” you continued.

“I’ve lived in Seoul my entire life. I wanted a change of scenery, I suppose.”

“Moving across the globe without the security of a job? That seems like quite a big risk.”

He gave another shrug. “What’s life without a few risks?”

You nodded, writing what he’d said down on the yellow notepad in front of you. Soonyoung shifted in his seat, subtly craning his neck to see across the table at what you were jotting down.

“Moving on,” you said and flipped the notebook over abruptly. The slap of the movement startled Soonyoung momentarily and he only let the deer-in-the-headlights look cross his features for a second before recomposing himself. “Do you consider yourself to be a leader or a follower?”

“I’m a switch,” he answered easily, eyes only widening in realization once the sentence left his mouth. “I mean, I can switch. I was in a management position at my last job, but I still had plenty of superiors to answer to. I started at an entry level in that company and worked my way up, so I have experience with both.”

“And do you have any qualms with being a subordinate to a woman? I ask because if you’re offered the position I would be your boss.”

Soonyoung shook his head in response, giving a small, almost imperceptible smirk. “Like I said.”

The rest of the interview passed by smoothly, and you didn’t realize how much time had passed until you glanced up at the clock above the door. You straightened the stack of papers in front of you to indicate that you were wrapping things up and stood from your chair to shake Soonyoung’s hand again.

“To be completely candid, Mr. Kwon- Soonyoung, you are overqualified for this position. However, our company offers plenty of mobility and your starting salary would be almost equal to your previous one. If you’re interested, I’d like to set up a follow-up interview with you tomorrow.”

Soonyoung smiled, and there went the crinkles of his eyes again, softening the sharpness of his features and making him look a couple years younger. “That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

“Great. On your way out you can schedule a time to meet with Carolina.”

“I’ll be sure to do that,” he assured you. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow?” you hoped the question didn’t sound too hopeful.

“See you tomorrow.”

You went home feeling a thousand times better than you had that morning. The rest of the interviews had been a blur, and you couldn’t stop thinking about Soonyoung. He surpassed all of the other candidates in almost every aspect, and it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes.

You knew your attraction to him was a problem. You couldn’t hire someone just because you thought they were hot. It was insanely biased, and extremely inappropriate, yet you couldn’t shake the thought of him from your mind. You would be crossing every line in the existence of lines by sleeping with him- that was, if he even felt the same way about you. It would be an unethical use of power, and totally unprofessional so you resolved not to even think about him in that way. Because there was no way around it. He was the best candidate for the job and a perfect addition to your team. You couldn’t not hire him.

The route home usually took about half an hour, but you walked at a faster pace this time because you were supposed to have dinner with a colleague at your apartment and you needed time to cook so there’d be food on the table when he got there.

You made it home in half the time, and kicked off your shoes by the door like you usually did, but kept your work clothes on.

To say you were unprepared for this dinner was an understatement. You barely had anything in your pantry and your cooking skills were subpar at best. Add the time crunch into the equation and it was a recipe for disaster. You could only throw a pot of water on the stove and crack open a jar of marinara sauce and hope for the best.

Soonyoung tried not to smile too wide as he walked out of the interview. He needed to remind himself that the job wasn’t his yet. He still had another interview to get through. Still, he figured a follow-up to be somewhat of a success and a good enough reason to treat himself to pizza.

By the time he made it back to his apartment it was almost dark out. His interview had been in the morning, but after walking two miles to get to the pizzeria he’d found on Yelp, getting on the wrong train twice and missing his stop, it was well into the afternoon. He was glad he’d ordered a whole pizza so he could have the leftovers for dinner, and wouldn’t have to venture out into the city again.

The cardboard boxes sprawled across his living room floor were an unwelcome sight, taunting him with their unlabeled contents, but he tried not to think about it. He deserved at least an hour of rest before he started unpacking again.

He pushed one of the heavier ones into the center of the room to use as a table and set the pizza box on top of it. After changing back into a t-shirt and sweats he settled on the floor with a grunt, twisting the cap off a bottle of beer with the hem of his shirt. He took a sip and let the bubbles soothe his throat.

He stared off out the window, attention snapping to the apartment across from his. Soonyoung realized he hadn’t thought about the girl in the window all day, and silently patted himself on the back for it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to live with, and he wouldn’t have to spiral into a pattern of self-loathing every time he found himself looking. As long as he kept himself in check.

He let himself look for a little longer, promising himself that he would look away if he saw anything he wasn’t supposed to. The lights were on, like they had been last night, but he didn’t see the woman. He scanned the array of windows until he saw her sitting at the kitchen table. She wasn’t alone tonight. There was another person at the table with her, a man.

Soonyoung bit his lip and tried to ignore the way his heart sank. He didn’t even know this person, didn’t even know what her face looked like and here he was getting jealous of another person he didn’t know.

He tore his gaze away from the window and stared down at the floor.

“Stupid,” he muttered to himself and took another bite of his pizza even though he had lost his appetite.

People had crushes on strangers all the time. His would fade and soon he wouldn’t even be thinking of whoever it was in that apartment across the way. And if things went well with tomorrow’s interview, he had you. He hadn’t expected to be interviewed by someone his age, let alone someone as pretty as you. It had caught him off guard in the best way possible, and he found himself hanging onto every word you said.

But he wouldn’t be able to act on his feelings with you either, because if he was hired you would be his boss. And it would be completely inappropriate to harbor feelings like that for a colleague. He’d only lived here for a day. He would meet someone eventually. He just needed to give it time.

Joshua Hong wasn’t in town for long. He never was. You wondered why he bothered flying all the way to New York for a few conferences when he could just join them online, but he insisted that having face-to-face interactions were important for interpersonal connections and relationship building and so on.

Secretly, you believed the real reason to be that he missed you and your colleagues on the east coast and used business as an excuse to see you. He had lived in New York for a few years before moving to the LA division of your company. The shift in the dynamic of your team had taken a toll, and it took you months to forgive him for leaving. The first few times he came back to visit were nearly impossible to endure. Everyone was happy to see him, but you. You faked a smile and played along, but your relationship had never fully recovered.

Maybe it was because you’d always had a little crush on him, or because no one was there to take his place, leaving your team dividing his workload amongst yourselves with no additional compensation. The position you were currently hiring for actually used to be Joshua’s. It had taken nine months to convince the CEO to finally fill it, and he only agreed after one of your coworkers threatened to sue over breach of contract.

Even though you were certain that you and Joshua would never be as close as you had once been again, he still had you wrapped around his finger in some ways because you could never say no to him. When he’d asked to have dinner with you under the guise of work, you’d agreed on instinct, not considering how tired you would be or how strenuous it would be to see him again.

“This is really good,” Joshua complimented, twirling spaghetti around on his fork.

“You’re just saying that,” you countered and rolled your eyes as you sipped your wine.

“I’m not!”

“Please, I know LA has ruined you and turned you into a food snob. I watch your Instagram stories.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t love a good classic.”

“You and I both know this marinara is from a jar.”

He chuckled. “So? That doesn’t change the fact that it’s good.”

“Whatever.”

Joshua gave you an amused smile from across the table and placed his fork back down on his plate. “So I hear they’re finally replacing me?”

You nodded. “They are. ‘They’ being me.”

“Really?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “Anyone promising?”

“There’s this guy, Soonyoung, who might fit.”

“What’s he like?”

“He’s Korean, actually just moved here. He’s pretty charismatic too, but not in a sleazy salesman way. Kind of like you.”

“Is he better than me?” Joshua pressed, leaning forward with his elbows on the table.

“You know there’s no way to tell that yet,” you chided. “But he shows promise.”

“Let me see his profile.”

You shook your head. “Sorry, but you don’t have the clearance to see it.”

Joshua’s eyes widened like he couldn’t believe you were saying no to him, probably because he rarely heard it from you. “What, do we work in a government agency all of the sudden?”

“I have a lot riding on this hire, Joshua. I can’t let anything screw it up.” He seemed to surrender at that, nodding in understanding. “Did you ask me to dinner just to grill me about the new guy?”

“No! I wanted to see you,” he paused, “and make sure that you wouldn’t forget about me when I was replaced.”

You sighed, giving him a tired, perhaps wistful look. “Trust me, I couldn’t forget you if I tried.”

Joshua left around eleven, after several glasses of wine and helping you with the dishes. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed him. But you needed to move on, in more ways than one.

You stripped as soon as you locked the door behind him and threw your work clothes into the laundry basket.

You were a little tipsy from the wine, but you still had work to do before you could go to sleep. There was paperwork to finalize, and you still had to draft a rejection email for all of the candidates who weren’t moving on in the interviewing process.

You grabbed your briefcase and returned to the kitchen table, rolling your neck as you realized you had another long night ahead of you.

Soonyoung wasn’t aware that he was staring until the man stood from his seat and took the dishes from the table to the sink. The sudden motion pulled him back to reality and reminded him that he was sitting alone in the dark once again. He cursed under his breath and chugged the rest of his beer.

His pizza had gone cold in the time he’d spent trying to determine the relationship between the man and the woman in the apartment across from his. He couldn’t tell what they were, and not being able to read their facial expressions made it even harder.

He watched as they washed dishes shoulder to shoulder, telling himself that it was no different from people watching, which was untrue since the people in question weren’t in public, but he ignored the guilt twisting in his stomach and continued to watch. At least no one was naked this time.

The woman’s shoulders moved up and down in laughter, suggesting the man had said something funny. But then she was walking him to the door and letting him out, and that was it. Show was over.

So they weren’t together. At least, not yet. Soonyoung hated himself for the conclusion he’d just drawn, and he hated himself even more for feeling relieved.

Soonyoung leaned back to reach the lamp that was still on the floor and flicked it on so that he could see. He shoved the leftover pizza into the back of his fridge and returned to the living room to try and get a little more unpacking done.

He started with one of the boxes he’d opened the day before when he had been in search of his suits, and began sorting through its contents. He allowed himself another glance at the window to check if the man had returned, only to see the woman completely naked. Again.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he groaned and forcefully turned his eyes to the floor. He needed to buy some curtains as soon as possible because there was no way he would be able to be a respectful neighbor otherwise.

He blinked the image of her silhouette from his mind, trying not to dwell on the thought of her sitting at her kitchen table with nothing between her thighs and the chair.

He couldn’t focus. Every time he tried to get back to the task at hand his thoughts went to her. It was getting pathetic.

One more look. One more and then never again.

It seemed like a simple enough resolution and he promised God he would go to confession at the end of the week- even though it had been years since he’d been to mass.

He gave in to his curiosity and gave the window one final, longing glance. The woman was still at the table, concentrating on something in front of her. But something else caught Soonyoung’s attention this time. It was a snakeskin briefcase that sat on the table next to her. He had only noticed it because of the gold details on the bag that reflected the light, just like the one you-

A thousand different emotions flooded Soonyoung’s senses as the realization set in. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. There was no way-

It had to be a coincidence. Had to be. Two people could have the same briefcase... and the same body... and the same hair. As he thought back to his interview earlier that day he saw more and more similarities between you and the girl in the window.

He definitely needed to go to confession now. Not only had he been staring in the window of some naked woman, the woman might just be his future boss.

He felt sick, and despite it all he felt the familiar burn of arousal flicker to life in his stomach. There was no way he’d be getting any sleep tonight.

Soonyoung seemed different. Yesterday he had been confident, charming, and on top of every question you threw at him. Today, he seemed nervous. He was fidgety and distracted. He wouldn’t even make eye contact with you. He kept his gaze trained on your briefcase instead, refusing to take his eyes off of it.

You had been so sure that he was the one, but now you were thinking you might have to start from scratch.

“Soonyoung, are you okay?” you asked, your frustration turning into concern when he failed to answer your question for the third time. “Do you need me to repeat the question again?”

He looked up at you finally, eyes wide and cheeks pink. “Sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s okay.”

“No, I- I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I can’t do this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I- fuck,” he paused to take a deep breath and shook his head. “I don’t know how to put this, but I think... we’re neighbors.”

“Oh, you live in my building?”

You didn’t see a problem with that. You weren’t sure why it was something he would be tearing himself up over either.

“No, I don’t.”

“So... then how would we be neighbors?”

He averted his gaze again and swallowed harshly. “I live in the high-rise across from yours.”

You raised your eyebrows in question, feeling your pulse jump in warning. Your fingers inched toward the phone, ready to call security at a moment’s notice.

“And fuck, I really wanted this job, but um, I only know that because my apartment is literally right across from yours. And you have a lot of windows... that I can see into.”

You let his words sink in, hand retreating from the phone. “Oh my god.”

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t trying to look or anything, I promise. Your windows are just so big. I didn’t even want to come in today because I felt so bad about it, but I figured you should know that it was possible to see into your apartment. Like other people might also be able to see you too. I just came to tell you that because I don’t think I’d be able to live my life just knowing that information and not telling you.” Soonyoung stopped talking finally, giving you an opportunity to respond. The tips of his ears were red with embarrassment and he looked like he wanted to jump out the window.

You were covering your mouth with shock by now, absolutely mortified. “I am so sorry,” you yelped. “I had no idea, oh my god. I hope you don’t feel... violated or anything.”

“Oh, not at all,” he assured you. “I felt the opposite, actually- I mean, I hope you don’t feel violated.” He stood from his chair before you could say anything else. “Anyway, thank you for your time.”

Soonyoung kicked himself the whole way to the subway station. That job had been the best opportunity he had at breaking into the industry here in New York and he’d fucked it. He could’ve kept his big mouth shut and pretended like everything was normal- but just the thought of that made bile rise in the back of his throat.

No, he was glad he had been honest. It just sucked that he’d lost such a good position, and ruined whatever nonexistent chance he had with you.

When he got home he threw all of his energy into unpacking. He was determined to make a real dent in the pile of boxes this time, and then maybe afterward fill out some job applications.

His apartment was actually starting to look livable by the time he took a break to eat leftover pizza for dinner. He’d unwrapped the plastic covering and bubble wrap from his couch so that he actually had a place to sit now, and he’d found a standing lamp to replace the table lamp sitting on the floor.

He was about to move on to a box full of clothes when he risked taking a look over at your apartment. To his surprise, you were standing in your living room, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. He furrowed his eyes in confusion, wondering why you were still choosing to walk around your apartment undressed with the knowledge that he could see you. But before he could look away his phone started buzzing in his pocket. It was an unsaved number, but he suddenly had the feeling he knew who it was.

“Hello?”

“Soonyoung?”

He recognized the voice immediately, and snapped his attention back over to the windows where he could see you looking back this time, phone pressed to your ear.

“Y/n.” He realized he had never called you by your first name before, and hoped you weren’t offended by it.

“The job’s yours if you want it.”

He blinked, staring right at you. “What?”

“The position. It’s yours if you want it. You were the best candidate by far and I think you’d make a great addition to the team.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re serious?”

“I am.” He heard you take a breath before continuing. “You have time to think it over, of course. Let me know by the weekend.”

“I don’t need time to think,” he heard himself say.

“No?”

“No. I’ll take it.” “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Soonyoung?” you asked, reaching behind you and unclipping your bra. You caught the fabric and pressed it against your chest so that it wouldn’t slip down.

��Yeah?”

“Tell me if I’m overstepping.”

“You’re not overstepping,” he breathed, hand already traveling down to the waistband of his shorts.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He watched with a slack jaw as you let the bra fall to the floor. You moved to the couch and draped yourself over it, opening your legs to give him a view of your whole body, from your pussy up to your neck. He pulled off his shirt and shimmied out of his shorts quickly so that you were on an even playing field. It was still uneven in his opinion. You were so beautiful, he felt inadequate in comparison. But the moan you let out upon seeing him shirtless boosted his ego the tiniest bit.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” you murmured quietly into the phone.

“I don’t want to stop,” Soonyoung admitted.

“Me either.”

His breath caught in his throat as you pulled your panties down and let them join your bra on the floor. He was too far away to see anything in detail, but he could imagine. You brought a hand down in between your legs, spreading your wetness around with your fingers.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

He was hard. He was so hard that it was starting to hurt, and all he could think about was running his cock through your folds. Being the one to make your back arch off the couch like it was now.

He spat into his palm and began working his hand up and down his cock, sighing in relief.

“You sound so pretty,” you echoed, and Soonyoung straight up whimpered in response. He felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “God, I wish I had your fingers instead of mine. They’re so much longer.”

“Guess you’ll just have to imagine them,” Soonyoung said, finding his voice out of nowhere. It was your turn to whimper. “Picture them working you open, stretching you for my cock.”

“Soonyoung?” you asked hoarsely.

“Yeah?”

“Come over.”

“Fuck, right now?”

“Yes right now. I need you,” you whined. “Fiftieth floor, the door code is 0716.”

He heard the phone click as you hung up and that was all it took. He scrambled for his pants and shirt that he’d thrown somewhere in the room, tripping when he tried to jump into both legs of his shorts at the same time. He rushed out into the hallway and pressed the down button on the elevator repeatedly, like it would make it come any faster.

He tried to act like he wasn’t out of breath and held his hands together in front of his crotch in an attempt to hide his erection. The other people on the elevator ignored him, only addressing him to ask which floor he was going to.

Soonyoung swore he’d never run so fast in his entire life. He dodged taxis, bikers, and pedestrians as he crossed the street illegally and made it to the elevator of your building right before the doors shut.

You had put on a sheer robe while you waited for Soonyoung, not wanting to open the door completely naked, but you were beginning to have second thoughts. You were officially Soonyoung’s boss now, which meant that having sex with him was at the very top of the list of things you shouldn’t do. It would no doubt be considered a gross misuse of power, and to make matters worse he had literally just been hired. His first experience with you shouldn’t be in bed-

You heard the lock click and turned around to see Soonyoung standing in your doorway. He was breathing hard and practically dripping with sweat. All doubts about crossing the line vanished when you looked into his eyes and saw how dark they were. He hadn’t even said anything, yet you knew how much he wanted you.

Even more evident was the outline of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his sweat shorts. You tried not to stare, but you figured it was only fair, given how he was staring at you.

Soonyoung let the door shut behind him before approaching you. His hands trembled as he brought them up to your shoulders, like he was unsure of where to start. He slipped his thumbs under the hem of your robe finally and you shivered at the contact. You bit your lip and nodded at him to keep going.

He pulled the fabric down off your shoulders and let the robe pool at your feet. You looked down at it and then back up at him expectantly. He took the cue to follow and yanked his shirt off over his head, followed by his shorts so that he was in his underwear.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. His voice sounded an octave lower than it had been over the phone and it made your knees weak.

“Please,” you choked out.

He placed one hand on your cheek and tilted your head to the side, pressing his lips to yours. It was needy and desperate, strung with promises of what was to follow. His peppermint chapstick made your lips tingle and you leaned in, deepening the kiss. His fingers dug into your waist as he took control, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Soonyoung’s hands made their way down to your ass and squeezed, making you yelp in surprise. He chuckled against your mouth and broke away from the kiss.

“Should we move this to my bedroom?” you asked, breathless.

Soonyoung shook his head. “I want to take you here.”

“Where?”

“Here,” he repeated and nodded toward the windows.

“O-okay,” you agreed, a little unsure on the mechanics of how it would work. But Soonyoung seemed confident, beckoning you over with a wave of his hand.

“C’mere,” he said. “I know you said you wanted my fingers, but I’m dying for a taste of you,” he admitted. “Is that okay?”

You nodded desperately as you watched Soonyoung sink to his knees in front of you. He pushed his hair back with his hand and used the other to hike your leg up over his shoulder. You felt his breath on your clit before anything else, felt the way he was hovering inches in front of your cunt like a goddamn tease.

“Soonyoung, please,” you begged.

You jolted when he suddenly buried his face in between your thighs, letting out a strangled moan as his tongue circled your clit. It was all too much and you had to pull on his hair to maintain your balance. Soonyoung didn’t seem to mind too much, in fact it only spurred him on as he moved even further down and began to tongue fuck you.

His nose bumped against your clit as he worked his tongue in and out of you and it was all you could do not to black out from the pleasure. You braced yourself against the window with one hand, trying to hold off the orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.

“Soonyoung, wait,” you cried and tugged him away from your pussy by his hair.

He jutted his lip out in a pout and frowned like he was disappointed he hadn’t gotten to finish you off. His chin was glistening in your arousal and his lips were pink and swollen from sucking on your clit.

“I want you inside of me,” you pleaded. “Please, Soonyoung?”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose from his knees, smirking as he took the advantage of height back.

“Of course, angel,” he said, pulling you closer so that he could kiss you again. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue, ignoring the way he laughed at your neediness. “Turn around for me, love,” he instructed as he pushed his boxers down. “Hands on the window.”

You did as you were told and bent over. Soonyoung’s hand made contact with your ass just once, the harsh smack echoing throughout the room. You cried out, body shaking even when he ran a hand over the mark to soothe it.

He took his time lining himself up with you, wanting to tease you as much as possible before he finally gave you what you wanted. You tried pushing yourself back against him, but he was having none of it and put you back in your place every time.

“I didn’t take you for a brat,” he mused.

“I didn’t take you for a tease,” you bit back through gritted teeth.

“Yes you did.”

“Fine, but I didn’t take you for someone who was all talk and no follow-through.”

That seemed to work because Soonyoung pushed himself inside you as soon as the sentence left your mouth. You lurched forward, hands on the window slipping as you cursed him out.

“What were you saying?” he taunted, running a hand down your exposed back.

“N-nothing!”

“That’s what I thought.”

He gave you a few moments to adjust to his size, but you were too impatient to wait and began fucking yourself on his cock, desperate for the release that had built up when he was going down on you. Soonyoung brought his hand down against your ass again and stilled your hips.

“Did I say you could move?” he demanded. “Answer me.”

“No!”

“Then why did you?”

“I’m sorry!” you cried.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Your cock-” you choked out, “felt so good. I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, darling. You’re going to be a good girl for me now, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He seemed satisfied with your answer and thrust into you once, then again, slowly building up to a steady rhythm.

For a moment or two all that could be heard was the slapping of skin and your shaky gasps. Soonyoung’s cock was bigger than you expected, and each time he hit your g-spot you couldn’t help but let your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

You weren’t even trying to hold back your moans at this point, too fucked out to care. Soonyoung let a hand wrap around the front of your body and travel up to your throat. He rubbed his thumb along your jaw, pressing it against your lips for you to suck on.

You took it into your mouth eagerly, letting him push it further and further until you were practically gagging on it. When he was satisfied with your work he took his finger out of your mouth and wrapped the same hand around your throat, squeezing lightly.

“Fuck,” you whined.

“Are you close?” Soonyoung asked, likely because he was also teetering on the edge.

“Yes, so close.”

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” he pressed, tightening his grip on your neck. “Think anyone watching you get fucked like a slut against the window deserves to see you cum?”

“No one can see me,” you insisted. “It was only you.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t,” you admitted, feeling like the invisible string inside of you would snap at any second.

“You could have a whole audience and not even know it, y/n. What do you think, should we give them a show?”

All you could do was nod as he continued to pound into you from behind, not trusting yourself to speak.

“Soonyoung, please let me cum I can’t hold it-” you gasped as you tipped over the edge before he could respond, clenching around his cock harder than you knew you were capable of. It felt as if you were falling from the window of your apartment, hurtling toward the ground some fifty stories below.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Soonyoung muttered, his hips faltering.

“Cum inside me, please cum inside me,” you begged. “I’m on the pill you can cum inside me.”

He came with a groan of your name, pumping his cum further into you with every thrust. “So fucking tight,” he sighed as he continued to lazily rock his hips into yours. “Is your poor cunt so sensitive now?” he asked, voice dripping with fake sympathy.

“Yes,” you answered quietly, feeling tears prick in the corners of your eyes at the overstimulation.

Soonyoung pulled out of you finally, making you whimper at the empty feeling. He chuckled and helped you stand up straight, ready to catch you if your legs gave out.

“That’s what you get for cumming without permission,” he said.

“You’re an asshole,” you mumbled, eyes only half open. “I’m your boss. You should let me cum whenever I want.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Soonyoung assured you.

You watched as he picked up his clothes from around your living room and wondered if you had just ruined everything. Once he was dressed he made his way back over to you and kissed you chastely on the lips. The kiss didn’t help you relax at all. It only confused your feelings for him even more.

“See you monday?” you asked hopefully. If nothing else, you hoped he would still accept the position for the sake of your team, even if things between you were awkward and he never wanted to sleep with you again-

“See you monday,” he repeated in confirmation. “And next round’s at my place.”

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It’s Okay, Sweetheart

Summary: You keep getting pulled out of your regression because of period cramps. When Steve gets home, he helps you through it and it ends up being okay.

Word Count: Over 1k

TW: Female bodied!reader, periods, blood, struggling to regress, reader cusses once when big and frustrated

YOUR POV

You hated your periods. You were sure that every girl did, but you hated them for a different reason than most. These days you age regressed nearly every day. It became part of you and Steve’s routine. It helped you so much to do so, and he adored taking care of you.

So there you sat, curled up in a ball on the bed, hands over your tummy as you internally were angry. Not only because you couldn’t stay regressed, but because you’d gotten blood on the crisp white sheets. You must had lost track of time, because you heard the key turn the door.

“Sweetie, daddy’s home now,” you heard him call. “Baby, where are you?”

You responded with a groan, to which you heard Steve run into your shared room. He was at your side immediately, a hand on your back.

“Hey hey hey, princess what’s wrong—oh.” You saw him looking at the blood stained on the sheets, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.

“Dove, I’m so sorry. I must have lost track of your cycle,” he pulls you into his chest, his warm palm making contact with your lower tummy. “Daddy’s here now, baby. It’s alright,” he cooed, shushing you when you started to whine. “Did you take your medicine?”

You shook your head ‘no’, causing Steve to shake his own.

“Honey bun, we talked about this. I don’t want you sitting in pain all day waiting for me to get your medicine,” he said gently.

“But d-daddy I can’t get it on my own when I’m small…” You felt tears fill up in your eyes. Now he was mad at you. Of course he really wasn’t, but you were overly emotional and sensitive.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s alright. I know, princess. It’s hard to do big girl things when you’re so small. Daddy will get it for you know,” he moved to get up, causing you to grab his shirt so he didn’t leave you. “I’m taking you with me, dove. I’m not leaving you here alone, don’t worry,” he reassured, picking you up and placing you on his hip as he carried you to the bathroom to get the meds.

He got one tablet out, grabbing your sippy cup filled with apple juice from earlier.

“I know it’s hard to swallow pills, but daddy’s right here. You can do it, sweetie,” he placed the pill on your tongue, helping you with your sippy cup as you swallowed it. “Good job, honey. You did so good for me. Now those mean old cramps are gonna go away, yeah?” He carried you back to the bed, sitting you down between his legs so he could keep his warm palms on your tummy, gently massaging you. You started to cry suddenly, causing Steve to turn you around.

“Hey—what’s the matter baby? What’s wrong?”

“It’s so fucking hard to be little, I can’t do it like this. I hate being an adult. I hate it I hate it I—“

“Y/N, look at me,” he held your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with the soft pads of his thumbs. “I know how hard this is for you. Your pain meds haven’t kicked in yet, so you’re still feeling the brute of it. But listen, beautiful. It’s going to kick in soon, and I’ll be right here as daddy to take care of my baby, hmm?” He bopped your nose with the tip of his pointer finger, making you giggle through your sobs. You nodded, collapsing against his chest as he rubbed your lower back, gently rocking you.

After about twenty more minutes, your cramps were finally gone. You looked up at Steve, and he looked back at you.

“There’s my baby,” he peppered kisses all over your hands, making you giggle.

“Daddy!!” You laughed.

“What, dove? Are you hungry? Want dino nuggies?” He asked, quirking a brow. He knew your weakness. Your eyes opened wide excitedly.

“Yay! Yes daddy! But…”

“But what, my little princess?”

“Can I hab chocolate milkie too pwease?” You asked shyly. Steve’s heart melted.

“Of course you can, baby. But, you have to eat your veggies too. They will make you big and strong like daddy!” He tried to find a way to encourage you, but you just made a face.

“Now now, be good,” he shot you a look that said ‘behave’ and you backed off. He smiled at you, putting you on his hip as you walked to the kitchen.

“Here dove, I’ll put on my little pony for you while I make your dinner,” he smiled, putting it on as you sat on the floor, playing with your Twilight Sparkle toy.

“Yay! Fank you daddy!” You exclaimed.

“You’re welcome, honey bun. Good job with your manners, too.”

A few minutes later, your dinner was ready. Steve put it on your hello kitty kids plate, along with the matching spork.

“Eat up, baby doll. *And* that includes your veggies.” He said, patting you on the head gently as you stared at the peas. You decided to bite those down first, cleaning your plate and eating the rest. He got out your chocolate milk, putting it in your sippy cup for you.

“S’yummy, thank u daddyyy!! I wuv you!” You hugged him. He chuckled, making you confused as he got a napkin and wiped off your upper lip.

“I love you too, baby. You and your chocolate milk mustache,” you blushed, wiping your lip with your arm for good measure.

When you finished up your dinner, you yawned.

“Uh oh, does my baby need a nap?” He picked you up. “You’ve had a hard day, pumpkin. Let’s take a nap.” He made way to your room, setting you down on the bed and giving you your stuffie.

“Daddy don leave me!” You screamed, panicking.

“Princess I’m not, I’m going to the other side of the bed. Don’t worry,” he sat down, pulling you into his arms. “Daddy’s not going anywhere. I’m here, sweetie pie. Now, get some sleep. Daddy loves you very much.”

You smiled, drifting off and having pleasant dreams while your daddy held you. Sure, periods sucked, but you could always count on Steve to make it better.

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padfoot-and-prongsie · 3 years

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Drunken "I Do's" || Fred Weasley

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 2.4k

Requested: No, but feel free to send em in! (And don't worry if you did, I'm almost done with those)

Summary: After getting particularly drunk at Lee Jordan's house party, you and Fred decide to tie the knot.

Warnings: Reference to characters having sex, swearing, lot's of kissing

Disclaimer: I did not create this gif, credit goes to the lovely person who did!

A/N: I listened to the song "Marry You" by Bruno Mars on my way home a few days ago and couldn't help myself...

PLEASE DON'T COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE JUST FINE :)

Fred groaned, stretching out on the couch he had passed out on. His head felt like a brick was sitting on it.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, rolling over, he couldn't remember a thing.

The motion caused his stomach to lurch and instantly Fred was running to the bathroom and upheaving all the contents in his stomach, which was mostly alcohol, into the toilet. Merlin he felt awful.

He walked back to the couch, still in a daze and with little coordination, and collapsed back to where he had been laying. He landed on something hard and someone let out a groan.

“Ge’off me,” you grumbled into your pillow, as you felt someone land on your legs.

“Babe?” Fred asked deliriously, looking around for you.

He finally realized you were the lump under the blanket on the couch with him.

“Leave me alone Freddie I feel like shit,” you groaned.

Fred rolled his eyes, you were always one for the dramatics. He adjusted himself so he was now laying beside you, his left arm slung around your waist.

He kissed your neck softly pulling you closer to him. You let out a soft sigh, no matter how hungover you were you could never turn down cuddling with Fred. Even if that cuddling entitled spooning on Lee Jordan’s couch surrounded by twenty other passed out people.

Fred’s hand began playing with the hem of your shirt, his fingers dancing underneath to trace up and down your stomach. His lips were still working at your neck, peppering you with kisses.

You let out a low groan, pressing yourself against him more. His hand was just beginning to creep under your bra when you felt something cold hit your skin that made you gasp sharply.

Fred's hand left your body.

“What’s wrong babe?” he asked, momentarily stopping the assault on your neck.

“Nothing,” you hummed, not feeling the chill anymore.

You reached for the hand that had now returned to your waist and began playing gently with his fingers as his lips started to trail down to your collarbone.

Your eyebrows suddenly knit in surprise.

“What the fuck?” you muttered, running your index finger along Fred’s ring finger again.

“Hmm?” Fred muttered against your skin.

Now annoyance was beginning to seep in. “Don’t ‘hmm’ me Weasley,” you snapped, your grip on his hand tightening.

Fred recoiled away at your sudden change in attitude.

“What did I do?” he asked, his headache increasing at your loud voice.

“You fucking got married?!” you screeched, now glaring at the gold band that circled Fred’s finger.

You were more than angry, you were positively heartbroken. Sure you and Fred weren’t officially dating, but you all but had been for the past three years. And now here he was, his arms around you yet a ring on his finger. Who was this girl and why had he kept her from you?

“What?”

Now Fred sounded surprised, looking over his left hand in shock.

“Oh shit,” he said.

“Oh shit is right,” you snapped, now trying to push him away. “Get off me Fred.”

Fred didn’t, rather he grabbed your left hand and stared at it, his eyes wide.

“I said get off me!” you cried, but he didn’t move.

Instead he held your hand to your face. Your jaw dropped.

“Holy shit,” were the only words that could leave your mouth, for on your own ring finger was a gold ring covered in small diamonds.

“Did we get engaged?” you asked softly.

There was a small smile now on Fred’s face. “No babe, we got married.”

-Many Hours Earlier-

Fred was drunk.

It was only an hour into the party but he could already feel the buzz setting in and the blur in his vision forming. But you still looked as beautiful as ever.

He had barely taken his eyes off you when you arrived at Lee Jordan’s house. The moment you had seen Fred your face had lit up in complete happiness and you had hurried over to him as fast as you could in heels.

Fred had kissed you hard on the lips, savoring the flavor of cherry he could taste on them from the cocktail you were drinking. Everything about you was intoxicating to Fred, from your red stained lips, down to the skirt that hugged your ass. He couldn't get enough of you. When you had finally pulled away, flushed face and breathless, you looked up at Fred and he realized suddenly that he had come to like you far more than he should. There was a problem now, for Fred had now come to terms with the fact that he was completely and utterly in love with you. And then he began to drink.

Fred had no idea what to do with this new recollection, other than that you could never know. You and him had been fuck buddies and half dating for the last three years, and as far as he knew, you wanted to keep it that way. That was why he had never made it official. It was why he never bought you flowers or took you to a nice restaurant like a boyfriend should but instead came over late at night with a bottle of wine and woke up the next morning naked in your bed. But he was entranced by you and anyone with a pulse could tell, except for you. You were completely oblivious to the idea that he could see you as anything more than a girl to flirt with and shag.

Now Fred was stumbling back to the makeshift bar, his solo cup empty again, when he caught sight of you dancing with the rest of the mob. Your face was flushed red and your drink was sloshing down your arm, but you were still beautiful to him. You caught his gaze and grinned, pushing out of the crowd to make your way over to him.

You pressed a kiss to Fred’s lips, the alcohol in your system causing you to sway and stumble into Fred’s arms.

Your drink sloshed on his shirt but Fred didn’t care.

“If you wanted to be in my arms you just had to ask babe,” he said lowly into your ear, causing a shiver to roll down your back.

You giggled. “Now where’s the fun in asking?” You placed a hand on his chest. “You see I could ask you if I could kiss you,” you leaned in so your lips were just inches apart, “or I could just...kiss you.” You pressed another kiss to Fred’s mouth.

You could feel the smirk playing on his lips as he pulled you in closer, sweeping you into a kiss that took your breath away.

You stumbled backwards, still attached to Fred, until you hit a wall. His lips began to trail down your neck, nipping at your skin and sending waves of pleasure through you.

“So I don’t have to ask if I can pick you up?” Fred asked huskily against your collar bone, his hands already on your thighs.

“No you don’t,” you agreed, jumping up to wrap your legs tightly around his waist.

You knotted a hand in his hair, dragging his lips back to meet yours. “And you don’t have to ask if you can touch my boobs,” you said, already aware of his hand which had found its way beneath your tight top.

“So I don’t have to ask if it’s okay for me to be in love with you?” Fred asked against your mouth, hardly aware of what he was saying.

Sober you have found this the happiest moment of your life, when the boy your heart ached for confessed the feeling you felt every day. Sober you would have blushed and told Fred you had been in love with him for the past two years, how you were so scared how he would respond if he ever knew, how so desperately you wanted to call him your boyfriend and not just your fuck buddy, but drunk you didn’t do that. Instead drunk you, confidence oozing from the alcohol thrumming through your veins, kissed Fred hard on the mouth. You and Fred finally separated for air, both breathing hard.

You leaned your forehead against his. “I'm so fucking in love with you Weasley,” you panted, and a smirk spread across Fred’s lips.

“Merlin, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that,” he said, his lips crashing against yours once more.

Still holding you, Fred carried you upstairs, his lips barely leaving your own. Neither one of you cared that this was Lee’s house and he probably didn’t want the two of you shagging in his spare room. No one in that house would have been sober enough to protest anyways.

You slipped your clothes back on, stumbling out of the room with Fred, giggling madly from both the alcohol and the sex high that always came after being with him. Damn you loved drunk you sometimes.

No one at the party seemed to have noticed your absence, though you highly doubted that would have been the case.

Fred was grinning madly when George found him at the drink table, pouring himself more Firewhiskey.

“I take it you were with your girl?” George asked, wiggling his eyebrows madly.

“What makes you say that?” Fred replied innocently, taking a sip from his drink and relishing at the burn from the alcohol that rolled down his throat.

“You always get that ridiculous grin on your face, after you finish banging the living daylights out of her,” George pointed out.

Fred rolled his eyes. “Oh shut up George. Just because you and Angelina-”

“You know I’m going to propose to her,” George blurted out, anxious to tell someone about the decision that had been in his mind for the last week. The four beers he had had we're not helping him keep that to himself either.

“- are all responsible and-” Fred stopped, finally registering what his brother was saying. “You’re what?”

“Yeah, I love her Freddie and I’ve been looking for rings for the last week or so and-” George stopped abruptly. “Wait here she comes, don’t tell her.”

George stumbled off in the direction of his girlfriend, who looked so drunk that even if she heard what the two were talking about she probably wouldn’t have remembered.

But what George had said was now lodged in Fred’s mind, and as he stumbled back to you with his drink, he took in your now messy hair and twisted skirt and said suddenly, “Let’s do something stupid babe.”

You grinned, taking his drink from his hand and sipping at it. “What do you have in mind?” you asked, handing the Firewhiskey back.

“Do you want to get married?” Fred blurted, the buzz in his system causing him not to feel embarrassed the slightest at what he said.

Much to his surprise, you kissed him. “You know you don’t have to ask if I want to marry you,” you whispered against his lips.

Fred smirked, pulling away to grab your hand. “Fine, let’s go do it then.”

Rational thinking had been thrown out the window from the second both of you began to drink that evening, and it became apparently obvious when you and Fred had decided to spontaneously tie the knot.

There weren’t many shops open at 11pm, but Fred managed to find two rings that he spent a fortune on and a muggle drive thru wedding chapel that was trying to shut down for the evening.

“Can I help you?” a tired muggle asked, as you and Fred came stumbling in grinning madly.

“We want to get married,” you declared, your words slurring.

The muggle minister sighed. This was not what he wanted right now: two drunk college age kids with a stupid idea in their heads.

But then Fred handed him the stack of money he had exchanged some Galleons for and the man quickly changed his mind. His wife would surely appreciate the reason he got home late.

The next thing you knew Fred was slipping a ring on your finger as you said “I do,” and as easy as that, you became a newly wed.

You laughed loudly, stumbling out of the building, your hand interlocked with Fred’s.

You looped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down so that you could kiss him. “What happens if we change our minds?” you asked between kisses.

Fred grinned. “Then we divorce and go back to the way it was,” he said simply, “as easy as that.” He snapped his fingers.

You giggled. "Who knew marriage was so easy?"

Of course alcohol has a way of clouding your judgment, for marriage was no cake walk. What neither of you knew was that after you apparated back to Lee’s house and collapsed from exhaustion, you would both wake up the following morning, hungover and grumpy, and without a clue as to how those rings ended up on your fingers.

-Present-

“We got married?!” you repeated in astonishment, staring at the gold and jewels that wrapped your finger.

Fred didn’t know how to respond. Inside he was rather elated at the idea of being tied to the girl he was so in love with, but by the way you were approaching the news he highly doubted you felt the same.

“We got drunk, it happens babe, calm down. We’ll just get a divorce and it’ll all work itself out,” Fred reassured you.

“No!” you said quickly. Your exclamation came out too loudly and several people groaned and stirred around you.

“What?” Fred asked, now surprised. He hadn’t expected that reaction.

No, instead Fred had severely misjudged the reason you were acting so apprehensive.

“I don’t want to divorce just yet,” you reiterated.

Fred felt his heart leap, but he forced his voice to come out calm. “You don’t?”

“Let’s just- let’s just see how this goes first,” you said quietly, looking down.

Fred placed his index finger under your chin and propped your head back up so you would look at him. He was smiling.

“Let’s take a shot at it then babe.”

Fred kissed you gently, pulling you onto his lap.

“Plus,” he added, “We haven't even gone on our honeymoon yet.”

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therealpussybangs · 3 years

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When you find out the Haikyuu boys cheated.. Pt. 2

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Starring: Timeskip!Aone, Goshiki, Kita, Lev

A/N- Tw: Cheating, crying, yelling, fighting, mentions of sexual- intercourse, swearing, please let me know if i missed anything!!

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Aone-

Today was supposed to be your 4th year anniversary with your amazing boyfriend Aone. However, that date idea had quickly turned to shit when you see your boyfriend at a booth with some other chick.

You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, because you were exceptionally early to this date, so you walk over, hoping it was a sister or some other relative.

But when you finally made it over to the table, your boyfriend looked like he had seen a ghost. Pale, scared, and he looked sick. The thing that hurt the most was the guilt swimming in his eyes. Eyes that were once only for you. Eyes that were always warm and welcoming, the eyes that felt like home. His once beautiful and bright eyes were now dulled, guilty and scared.

Aone felt like he couldn’t move. He was stuck in his chair when he saw you.

‘Our date isn’t for another 20 minutes... how could this happen...?’ He thinks to himself. Then he remembers what you had said earlier about being early for the special today. He curses under his breath and opens his mouth to make excuses, but that’s when he hears a sniffle.

He reluctantly looks up to see you crying, and swiping at your eyes wildly. His heart shatters and sinks to the floor and he immediately knows he shouldn’t lie, it’ll only make it worse.

“Baby i’m so sorry....” He looks down, not ready to hear your reply. “Was i not good enough..? What should I have done differently..?” You say in a small, hurt voice.

“No! I-” He was cut off by the other girl sitting in front of him.

“Bubs who’s this ugly little girl? She a friend of yours? Or what..she kinda smells a little..” She says in a squeaky, bratty voice.

“Oh, haha; i’m actually his soon to be ex-girlfriend! So nice to meet you!! And so nice to leave you ‘bubs’!” You say with a fake smile, and filled with sarcasm.

“Babe- do-” Aone started quietly, he always was so quiet and reserved. But he seemed so talkative with this new girl....

“By Aone! Bye bitch I don’t know!” You say oh so confidently, until you go to itch your eyes. ‘oh... tears..’ You began to cry harder as you realize you just left the one thing you loved most.

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Goshiki-

You and Tsutomu had been pretty distant after a fight you two had, and you wanted to go over and apologize to him because you realized you were in the wrong.

However, what you did not expect was to see another car parked outside of your shared home.

This fight you both had was because of some silly coworker jokingly hitting on you. You had known this person since you were little, so it was nothing new. They were also fully aware of the fact that you were in a committed relationship with Tsutomu.

So, who could be at his house? Was he really hurt enough to call a friend or relative for help/advice? Now you felt really bad, so you quickly make your way up the steps to your shared home and push past the door.

What you did not expect to hear, were muffled whimpers and Goshiki’s smooth, calming voice. ‘Wh-what?’ You think maybe it was something else, maybe it was Goshiki whimpering and sniffling and someone else sweet talking him. But once you walk into your bedroom....you shut down.

“B..baby,,?” You ask, voice small. You were shaking and trying your best to keep your cool and hold back the tears threatening to spill. “Whats going on..?”

Goshiki immediately whips his head around from where it was buried between someone elses thighs. But when he sees your hurt eyes and sad features guilt pools at the bottom of his stomach. He was with someone else, on your shared bed, in your shared home. This realization suddenly hit him like a brick, and he immediately shot straight up. “I-I can explain!!”

“Explain what? The fact you were pleasuring some random whore on our bed?? What else is there to explain Tsut- Goshiki?” You yell back, the tears from before finally breaking the barrier and streaming down your face.

Goshiki just stood there, shaken up and regretful, not daring to say a word, knowing it will make things worse. But you persisted and asked him again why he did it and he started to get annoyed with your yelling. “I was angry with your stupid fucking co-worker for flirting with you and smacking your ass and always eating lunch with you!! I wanted you to know how it felt!!” He yelled back, without thinking. Bad idea.

You were speechless to say the least. He did not just compare cheating to harmless banter between friends...did he? He didn’t just call your absolute bestfriend stupid...did he?

“Get out. Both of you.” You say, your tone stone cold.

“What..” Your ex says, his voice small and shaky, almost as if it was any louder it would shatter you.

“GET OUT!! NOW!!” You say, now yelling as warm, fat tears stream down your face. You were furious, deflated, tired, and so, so done. You thought you were going to be sick. You had trusted him, and here he was, with a beautiful woman, probably 10x better than you. And to think you were going to apologize to him.

“Baby... we can fix this! right? Move forward!” He says, not so confident or angry this time.

“What, so you can go off with some other bitch as soon as the going gets tough again? No. We’re over. Goodbye Goshiki, please don’t try to contact me, i’ll have someone come get my stuff.”

And with that, you slammed the door and walked out of the place you one called home.

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Kita-

Kita was a simple man. He wanted 2 things in life: A family with you, and his rice fields to do well.

However he did not take it very well when you said you were not ready for a family, and he stormed out on you. That night you cried yourself to sleep, thinking about how you could be better.

The past month and a half, you and Kita have been pretty distant, and you have been preparing yourself for a family in any way you can. For example: Finishing the last of your extra studies, learning how to make extra delicious meals, even though Kita wasn’t ever there to try them, and you even started looking into parenting books. You just wanted to be the perfect wife for him.

So one day you waited for him to come home, ready to tell him the big news; you were ready to start a family. So when he finally got back, you told him!

“Babe! I think i’m ready for a family! With you!” You said happily and confidently. But when you saw his eyes widen in surprise, you didn’t expect them to also be oh so regretful.

“Y-you are..?” He asks, suddenly shaking. His stomach drops to the floor while his heart breaks simultaneously. You... you prepared yourself all on your own, just for him. And he knows he fucked up, getting some other girl pregnant, but he was so angry and sad he just.... it just... happened.

Just then, he gets a call, from the one person he really did not want to talk to. The other woman he got pregnant. He was so scared to pick up the phone, so you did. He froze. ‘No..! You cant pick that up...it will ruin us..’

“Hey! Shin! The baby just kicked! I hope its a girl.... Shin..?” The girl says on the other end, happy and excited.

“wh..what?” You say, confused. “Who are you..?”

“I’m his girlfriend! Who are you silly?” She says, still bubbly.

“I-” You start, and then hang up. It could not be. He did not get another woman pregnant, he was your baby, no one else...right? You slowly look over to Kita, hoping you didn’t just hear what you think you did.

He looks down, guilt and shame washing over his built figure.

“I’m so sorry... it wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did and I can’t just leave her by herself..” He says, voice gradually getting louder.

“So.. you couldn’t just wait a little longer huh...it’s okay, I hope you two will be happy.” You walked away after that, and just then was when Kita realized he was loosing you. He panicked, and reached out for your hand, but you were already gone, into the bedroom you both shared, presumably packing.

But it’s when he sees you walk out the door, tears streaming down your face, and sobs wracking you body, that reality finally shifted. You were leaving, and he was now responsible for a child that wasn’t yours. He was mortified to say the least.

“Bye Shin, i’ll always love you y’know.. I hope your child is as beautiful as you.”

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Lev-

Today was your birthday! And you were so excited to spend it with your beanpole boyfriend! But he hadn’t answered your texts yet, and your calls either. You understood he had a photo-shoot, but it was over hours ago, even his manager didn’t know where he was. So you decided to check his snapmap because you were genuinely worried??

But when you saw his bitmoji at an unrecognized address, you freaked out and drove there immediately.

When you got there, his car was parked in the driveway, and the lights were on inside. You could also hear the faint hum of soft music.

Lev was always so gentle with you, and he never raised hid voice or got angry with you. You loved that about him, how soft he was. When you guys first met, he was willing to take things slow, and wait until you were both comfortable with eachother.

He was always so patient, or so you thought. You weren’t ready for anything intimate other than kissing, and he said he was okay with that. But horny men will be horny men.

But you at least thought he could wait a little longer for you, his girlfriend of 11 months. At least those were the thoughts that flew through your head as you walked into the mystery house.

It was Lev, laid out on a bed with silk sheets, rose petals scattered everywhere, and Champaign on the nightstand next to him.

Well, more like next to the other woman in bed with him, dressed in red lacy lingerie and pretty makeup. The candle-light makes them both look so majestic, well they would if they both didn’t have shocked/guilty expressions on their faces.

Lev got up immediately and tried to grab your arm, but you shrugged him off.

“I trusted you, and I loved you, I still love you! But here you are, with another woman, on my birthday. Happy fucking birthday to me i guess.”

He stood there dumbfounded as you walked out, your confident facade breaking as tears slip down your rosy cheeks. Then, you drive away, knowing things will never be the same...

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Annnnnd it’s finally out! Not proofread i’m sorry </3 Kita’s hurt the most smh

ALSOOOO don’t forget you are fucking gorgeous and ilysm pls take care of your gorgeous self!

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