#sorry I've been away so I'm just now getting to these
Note
Hello there baby, are your parents bakers? Cause you're a cutie pie lol sorry couldn't resist the urge to flirt with my favorite writer💕How have you been? How was your day? I wish you a wonderful day and a lovely night💕
It's my first time here sending an ask but lately I've been thinking about shy!Spencer x flirty!reader, I just think is such a cute couple.
So if you're taking requests, I was thinking about early seasons Spencer completely falling for the reader and the way she's so flirty but sweet and kind, the way he'd be blushing hard at anything she says and how he'd like the way she's always touching him cause he felt cherised and desired.
It could be fluff or smut or both cause I can picture them going slow with the relationship but Spencer being eager to please her and show how much he loves everything about her.
You said about choosing a emoji, so can I be the 🐇anon?
A/N: Thanks for the request! Shy Spencer is the best because he's so dumb and silly and doesn't realize when people are attracted to him. I've said it before, but he's basically every nerdy main character in 00s romcoms that are "unattractive" because they wear glasses. I hope you enjoy the fic~♡
Warnings: mentions of case details, slight spoilers for upto s5
With a degree in law and a deep-rooted hatred of businessmen, you'd certainly found your calling in one of the FBI White Collar divisions. Putting away the sleazy bastards was easily one of the biggest perks of the job, but every coin had a second side, and yours was you actually had to interact with the cretins before you could take them down.
You'd dealt with bribes, dinner invites, and sexual propositions more than a time or two, and had to remind yourself that kicking anyone of them clean in the balls was most likely a firing offense, if not legally off the table.
The man in the case you were currently working - possibly Bill Hodges, possibly Daniel Brady, possibly so many more men - had been a typical white collar freak until he'd moved on to murder. And when you'd been so close to nailing his ass for fraud, too.
You'd had no choice but to call in whatever unit it was that actually got to put bullets in the bastards, sure that you were going to be strong-armed out of months of work for the glory of taking down a spree killer.
Instead, you got Spencer Reid, delivered freshly to your desk like a lamb to slaughter.
“Sorry, you're the agent from the BAU?” You asked, raking your eyes across his body, smiling at his obvious discomfort with the attention.
“Yes, Doctor Reid. I'm here for more information on the Hodges files.”
You dusted your skirt off as you stood, moving around the desk to grab the file. You held it out to him but pulled it back when he reached for it.
“I'm sorry, you're really in the BAU?” An embarrassed look fell across his face, and you instantly felt shitty.
“Do you want to see my credentials?”
“No, I'm sorry, it's just - I wasn't expecting someone so…pretty?”
The embarrassed look deepened to a flush, and you brightened at the sight. You weren't lying. He really was pretty, and you hoped your comment hadn't come off as patronizing.
“You're adorable. Here's the file, I’ll be at your team briefing in half an hour. Spencer, right?”
He nodded, finally waking up and taking the files as you pushed it against his chest, using the movement to step slightly closer.
“I'll see you later then,” you trailed your look down, getting a good look at all of him before meeting his eyes again. “Save me a seat?”
“I should… I'll, uh, go now. Thanks for the-” he stammered, pointing to the file, backing out of your space slowly, like an animal trying not to show its back to a predator.
Unlike the long line of scumbags filling the halls and case files of your floor, Spencer was without bravado or ego. His lack of both meant that you were interested. You were very interested.
Half an hour later, you practically sprinted to the 6th floor, bouncing up the stairs to the office where you'd take your meeting like a giddy school girl.
“Hello, sorry, I'm not late, am I?” You asked, quietly opening the door and letting yourself in.
“Agent Y/N, no, perfect timing, Penelope was just about to brief us on your case,” Hotch said, rising and giving your hand a firm shake. He looked around to find a seat to usher you into, but you quickly dropped yourself into the seat right beside Spencer Reid, grin deepening as he flushed and offered you an awkward yet endearing smile.
Unconsciously, you shifted closer, shooting him your own smile before the meeting officially began, and you were forced to keep a straight, serious face.
The entire case progressed in much the same way, with you doing everything you could to fluster Spencer Reid and him doing everything in his power to convince himself you were being friendly.
“Spencer, do you have a phone number?” You asked after slipping out of the meeting, trailing him back to his desk.
“Yeah, we have to keep connected for cases, so I have a phone.”
“Great. Your number - what is it?”
He rattled off the digital as you scribbled them down on a notepad.
“And Hotch's number is-”
“Oh, I won't need that. Thanks, Spencer.” You said waving as you left to slink back to your desk. You could hear him calling out behind you, confused.
“Y/N… Y/N, we split up on cases often, if there's an incident and you need to contact us it's better to have all of the team members numbers,” he panted, jogging to catch up with your focused pace.
“If I need to contact you, I'll take myself to Agent Garcia’s office and use her direct line,” you said, finally stopping yourself at the elevator and pressing the button.
He caught up, and stopped abruptly next to you.
“Oh… oh, yeah that's… that's efficient.”
You stepped onto the elevator when it arrived, leaving Spencer hesitating whether or not to climb in himself, desperately wondering why you'd ask for his number then.
“Goodbye, Doctor Reid,” you said, pressing the door close button and blowing him a kiss just before the doors blocked you from sight.
To tell the truth, you'd had a lot of fun flirting with Spencer on the phone from Penelope’s office during the case. The woman was an inspiration, even if her flirting had a completely different purpose and meaning than your own. Her friendship with Derek Morgan was admirable, but you didn't want to be friends with Spencer Reid.
“Hello, handsome, what can I do for you today?” You asked, picking up the phone and basking in the stammers that answered you down the line.
“D-Do you need me to get Morgan for you?” He said, his voice treading lightly.
“Unless Derek Morgan has, overnight, managed to turn into a 6’1 Doctor with a penchant for cardigans and leather satchels and an IQ of 187, then I am absolutely not looking for him. I have case details.”
He brushed past your comment, but he kept the slight stammer through the conversation, right until you signed off.
“Until next time, sexy.”
“Um, yeah… thanks…beautiful?” he signed off, and you guffawed in laughter even as Penelope stared wide-eyed in your direction, not believing her ears.
“Please forgive our little test tube genius. We forgot to add flirting skills to his childhood curriculum, and now, alas, the poor thing doesn't know a damn thing.”
He'd called back a few hours later, and you'd purred more compliments down the line, but this time with the team surrounding him as they closed in on your unsub.
“Hello, this is beautiful speaking. How may I help you?” You giggled down the line, picking up the call after only a single ring.
“Y/N,” he breathed, catching his breath awkwardly as he struggled to remember why it was you were needed.
“So… um, like… Hotch has a question about the files you sent earlier. He needs Penelope to… do something as well.”
You could almost see the awkward nod through the phone.
“Great. Pass me over to Hotch, then, hot stuff.”
You heard the tell-tale sound of Derek Morgan’s cackle in the background, and you couldn't help but let another giggle slip out. You were a gonner, and, hopefully, so was he.
The case wrapped quickly after that, spree killing being a quick game of cat and mouse out of necessity. You weren't happy with three bodies, but it sure as hell was preferable to more.
You greeted the BAU team at the jet hanger as they returned, reclaiming your fraud files for paperwork and using that simple chore as a reason to get close to Spencer again.
“Good work out there, Doctor Reid.”
“What, he's not hot stuff anymore now he's in front of you?” Emily Prentiss laughed, throwing her go bag onto her shoulder and trailing behind where you'd started strolling alongside Spencer.
“Oh, he's still hot stuff. He's just hot stuff with three PhDs that just stopped a spree killer,” you said, sighing dreamily. “How do you do it?”
“We were all there too, you know,” the other woman chuckled as you made it inside the building and to the elevator.
“Yeah, well,” you said, taking a second to reach out and straighten out Spencer's skewed tie, smoothing his jacket and generally just touching him in whatever way you could, respectfully.
You didn't even bother to finish your sentence, just leaning closer to his ears and whispering directly into them.
“You're very cute when you're flustered, Doctor Reid.”
You stepped away for a second while the rest of his team teased him, stepping to the back of the elevator to ascend to your floor while the others departed on theirs.
They filed out one by one and you sent them off with a smile and a wave, signing in defeat as you realized there was no longer a reason for you to interact with the good doctor ever again.
If you weren't so stupidly aware of him, you'd almost have missed the fact that Spencer didn't leave the elevator when his teammates did. He instead turned to you and, with the brightest red you'd seen on his face to date, stammered out half a sentence.
“I.. Y/N, I was just… curious, if you, by any chance…”
Your eyes widened in joy as you anticipated his question, silently begging him just to spit it out.
“I was wondering, i-if you had… a boyfriend?” By the end of his sentence, even he seemed unsure of whether that was a question he should really be asking.
You'd been throwing heart eyes at him for says, and he was asking if you were in a committed relationship.
“No,” you said slightly breathily, as if your body were trying to expel all the anticipation it had stupidly built up. “No, I don't have a boyfriend, Spencer.”
“Great okay,” he smiled, a boyish grin if you'd ever seen one, before backtracking quickly.
“Well not great for you, great for me. Not that you can't be happy alone, I don't know how you feel about…romantic entanglements and I-I-I’m not saying that your life isn't,” he searched for the words with his hands, as of he could grasp them as a life line while he was sinking fast. “-Great without a boyfriend or anything like that, I'm just - really - pleased that position is currently… vacant?”
“Spencer?” You said, feeling like a cat who got the cream as a smile twitched at your lips, pulling the corners up as you listened to him ramble.
“Yes?”
“Do you want to be my boyfriend or are you asking for a friend?”
You'd meant the words as a joke but he stood contemplating for a second. You pushed a hand against your mouth to suppress the childish squeal from popping out.
“It would be a bit presumptuous to shoot straight for boyfriend, right? How about date ....partner?”
You couldn't stop yourself from closing in on him then, practically cornering him in the elevator as the floors passed you by.
“Presumptuous would be thinking I could have a boyfriend when I've been begging you to stick your tongue down my throat with my eyes for the last half hour. I thought they taught you body language at the BAU?”
“They teach us how to catch criminals, not how to see when someone is giving us…fuck me eyes, Y/N.” The curse left you a little dizzy - this was it, this was what you'd been trying to do all week, to get under his skin and get him to let his guard down so you could capture him.
“Doctor Reid, I'm a little scandalized! I didn't know you swore. What a dirty mouth you have.” You reached up with both hands, letting your thumb on his lips before pretending to wipe something away at the corner of his mouth. You were in the perfect position to notice his throat bob as he swallowed.
The elevator pinged at your floor, and you left him behind you with one last swipe of your fingers at his chin. You weren't expecting him to follow, but he did.
“Y/N…please, Y/N…. Can we just…?” You relished the awkwardness in his voice as he trailed you again, a satisfied smile settling onto your face.
You just kept walking. Or you did until you felt a large hand wrap around your wrist and pull you sideways into the nearest storage cupboard.
You gasped as he pinned you to the wall, close not, but his eyes still hesitant on what to do next.
“Spen-” He cut you off with his lips on yours, silencing you before you could get the final word. His lips were clumsy at first, but you felt hot under his touch arching yourself up into him. His tongue pushed into your mouth as he found his stride, your hands tangling in his hair as you held on for dear life.
This was it. This was what you'd been waiting for.
Reluctantly, he pulled away, both of you gasping for breath to fill your suddenly empty lungs.
“Was that….what… you wanted?” He panted, resting his head on yours.
There were no words. It was what you wanted but now you wanted more, needed more. You settled for a quick nod as your tongue flamed, unable to say anything helpful.
“Good. Great…” he removed his hands from you and scratched at the back of his neck, putting a more respectful distance between the two of you as he cleared his throat.
“I'll just-” he pointed to the door and started making his way out. You sighed again, watching him walk away down the hall, his hair a mess, his tie askew, and a whole lot of your lipstick staining his lips.
Surely, he'd notice by the time anyone else did. If not, you'd just effectively staked your claim on Doctor Spencer Reid, and you couldn't be happier about it.
#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#mgg#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fandom#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fandom#spencer reid x reader fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x self insert#🐇 anon
471 notes
·
View notes
Text
mornings - part two
MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI
cw: more angst, still no comfort (i promise it’s coming in the next part), heartbreak, one mention of panic attacks, prescription benzo use, recreational coke use, drinking, arguing, mention of a gun and a gunshot at the end, not proofread lol
an: thank u all SO SO much for all of the love on part one !!! i am blown away and in awe. there also will be a part three for sure <3
the past twenty-six days had not been kind to you. your mornings were spent rotting away in bed until your mom would force you to get up, her expression of concern always made you feel even worse. your days weren’t much better, you forced yourself to detach from your heart and numb your emotions. it was the only way you knew how to keep going. you put on a mask during the day with your parents, giving them occasional smiles and laughs that weren’t the kind that warmed their hearts. they knew you weren’t okay, but they also knew they couldn’t force you to talk about it or you’d shut down completely. your nights consisted of taking a benzodiazepine in order to fall asleep, you couldn’t sleep without them. you tried, it only led to intense panic attacks and hysterical sobs that made your mother’s heart break in front of you.
this morning had been a bit different. you were awakened when you felt a weight in your bed, and in the haze of waking up you initially thought it was rafe. you shot up the moment you remembered everything, eyes widening and heart racing, but you looked over to see sarah in your bed. "oh my god, sarah you scared the hell out of me!" you exclaimed, holding a hand over your chest.
she let out a giggle, "i'm sorry, your mom let me in. i miss you," her tone was gentle. you had become very close with sarah during your relationship with rafe. being over at the cameron's house so often led to a beautiful friendship forming between the two of you. she was like a sister to you, something you cherished deeply as you didn't grow up with a sister.
you felt a pang of guilt in your chest at her words. you knew she missed you, she'd messaged you every single day since your break up without fail, even if you didn't always text back. you had seen her a couple times, but when she asked about what happened, you told her you weren't ready to talk about it. sarah was incredibly understanding, knowing how much you loved her brother and not wanting to push you too far.
"i miss you too, sar. i'm sorry i've been such a shit friend lately." you responded to her. you gave her a small smile, curling up next to her as she sat against your headboard.
"it's okay, i know you're not doing great with everything going on right now," she trailed off with a sad smile, "but, you're going out with me tonight!" she became animated as she spoke.
you didn't have it in your heart to deny her, not when she looked at you like you were the most important person in her world. "you know i can't say no to you. where are we going?" you asked curiously.
"there's going to be a huge party at the boneyard, and you're coming with me. no ifs, ands, or buts." she giggled out, "i need to get you out of your room, you're rotting away in here, babe."
"god, you sound just like my mother," you teased back. "i'll go though, i miss you more than you know. i even miss the pogues a bit." you both laughed, referencing her newer relationship with john b.
you couldn't prevent your curiosity from getting the better of you, "how- how has he been?"
sarah bit her lip, debating internally how much to tell you. "he's been... not great. i don't see him much when i'm home, he's usually in his room with the door shut. he's been a lot more moody too, snapping at literally everyone in the house. it probably didn't help that i told him he's an idiot and he fucked up the best thing to ever happen to him."
you couldn't suppress the laugh that slipped through your lips or the slight satisfaction you felt knowing that you weren't the only one struggling. "i love you sar. thank you." you leaned over, giving her a hug.
"i love you too. now get your ass up and shower. we're getting you a new outfit for the party."
you spent the next few hours strolling through the streets of figure eight with sarah. your arms held multiple shopping bags, filled with clothes she insisted you needed for tonight. you were incredibly grateful that she had forced you out of bed, you actually felt human for the first time since everything happened.
you found yourself in a small cafe, giggling as sarah told you a story from one of her drunken adventures with the pogues.
“you know… you should talk to jj tonight. i know he thinks you’re hot.” sarah gave you a mischievous smile as she wiggled her brows.
“funny,” you rolled your eyes playfully at her, “but it’s way too soon for me to get into anything with anybody right now.”
“i didn’t mean start dating him, i just think you would have fun together.”
“i just- i don’t know, sar. i’ve been such a wreck these past few weeks… can i tell you what happened?” you looked up from your fingers to meet her eyes, now widened with shock.
“yeah, of course you can. but don’t feel like you have to if you don’t want to.”
you were grateful for her support, going into your explanation of how the last couple months of your relationship, rafe’s behavior changed drastically. sarah hung on to your every word, needing to know exactly what led to the end of your relationship.
“and so i walked into the country club to surprise him. i spent the whole morning getting ready, did my makeup how he likes, even wore a new sundress that i know he would have loved. but i walked in and…” you looked up as your vision began to blur, “he was talking with some bitch i’ve never seen before bartending. she had short brunette hair, but he fucking smirked at her the way he only does- did for me. and- and then, she basically fucking held his hand while she fucked him with her eyes, and he let it happen!”
you spit the words out like they were poison on your tongue, not noticing your voice beginning to raise with frustration. sarah’s jaw was nearly on the floor.
“what the- what the fuck?” she racked her brain, trying to remember if she’d seen anyone matching your description recently, but nothing came to her.
“god, shit. i’m so sorry, babe. i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him.” she attempted to console you as you dabbed your eyes with a napkin.
you shrugged your shoulders, “what’s done is done. i just want to forget about everything for a while.”
she nodded, “then let’s go get ready. we can pregame at yours and ride with john b and them.”
after a few shots, a couple hours spent transforming yourself to not look like you spent the last three weeks trying to cope with your break up, and a lot of laughter, you and sarah were ready to go.
you wore a cropped loosely crocheted white sweater over your pink bikini and a white miniskirt that hugged your hips , the strings from your bottom peaking out from the top of it. you were finally feeling good about yourself again, and you’d be damned if you let anyone ruin it.
the ride to the boneyard only lifted your spirits more. it was impossible not to laugh around the pogues, especially when jj did whatever he could to hear your giggle.
you arrived just as the party was beginning to pick up. relief flooded your veins when you didn’t see rafe anywhere. you knew it was a possibility he’d be here, but it was going to be significantly easier to have a decent night without his presence lingering around.
you filled up a red solo cup at the keg, downing the cheap alcohol before refilling it.
“slow down there, or you might not make it too long.” jj approached you, giving you a flirty smile.
you gave him a laugh in response, “i’ll be fine, jay. i just want to be able to let loose tonight.”
“stick by me then, don’t want any of these pervs creeping on you.” the thinly veiled concern in his voice made you smile. you know he’s flirting, but it’s clear he wants to keep you safe knowing it’s your first night out in so long.
you spent the next hour surrounded by the pogues, and true to his word, jj looked out for you. he did so well that you failed to notice who had shown up to the party, the one and only rafe cameron.
rafe, on the other hand, saw you immediately upon arriving. it was impossible for him not to when your presence demanded his attention. he was not happy to see who you were hanging around with. his ongoing beef with the pogues was well known by everybody on the island. he didn’t come to party though, he had other business to attend to as barry gave him a side eye, “fuck are you doing, country club? you can fight for your girl later, we’ve got shit to do.”
your drink had somehow disappeared. your furrowed your brows as you looked down, giggling to yourself as you told your friends you were going to get another one. you were at the perfect level of drunk, not to the point of blacking out or vomiting, but to where you couldn’t quite walk in a straight line and everything was funny to you.
you stumbled up to the keg, starting to fill up your cup when you felt someone watching you. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you instantly knew who it was. it was as though there was a chip in you that alerted you to when he was nearby. you took a deep breath as you turned your head slightly, seeing rafe sat next to a man you didn’t know as he handed a small plastic bag filled with overpriced coke to a touron. rafe’s eyes didn’t leave you as he signaled him to leave.
you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, the hand holding onto your cup now trembling and the lump in your throat building. rafe stood, starting to approach you as you froze. your brain was screaming at you to run but your body refused to move an inch.
“what the fuck do you want, cameron?” your words were spat out with venom. your tone clearly surprised you both as he looked shocked momentarily. you were typically one to stand your ground, but never ever was your attitude aimed towards him.
“what do you mean ‘what the fuck do i want’? you fucking up and left out of nowhere and haven’t spoken to me in almost a month.” his voice was filled with anger, his nose flaring as he clenched his jaw.
you let out a humorless laugh, “out of nowhere? you can’t be serious, rafe. you treated me like shit the last few months of our relationship.” you didn’t yet mention seeing his interaction with the bartender at the country club, not knowing if topper and kelce had told him about seeing you when you left that fateful day.
“what? be-because i couldn’t be with you twenty-four fucking seven? like i- i wasn’t out working my ass off to afford nice shit for you?”
“‘working your ass off’ will you stop fucking lying to me? i fucking saw you at the country club,” his facial expression showed confusion, bringing his brows together to try and understand what you were talking about, “you let that bitch touch you, you looked at her how you used to look at me. i spent hours getting ready, i showed up, wanting to surprise my boyfriend for lunch, and what do i see? my boyfriend letting some bartender hang off of him while he flirts with her?”
your voice had raised as you got more and more angry. you were now shouting at him as other partygoers failed to hide their stares and murmuring. nobody ever talked to the kook prince the way you currently were, unless they wanted their face bashed in.
rafe grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you down the beach and away from others. you stumbled behind him, knowing you weren’t physically or mentally strong enough to push him away.
when you looked up at him, you suddenly noticed his blown-out pupils. you felt your heart sink. “you’re using again.” you stated flatly.
he scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. “don’t act like you fucking care.” he spat out at you.
“jesus fucking christ- rafe, when did you start again?”
“don’t worry about it. when did you come to the country club?” his tone was demanding, sparking further irritation in you.
“the day i left. i- i let a lot of shit slide for too long, because… because i wanted to be a good girlfriend and support you when i thought you were just stressed out from work. and, in return, i get to watch my boyfriend make me look like a fucking idiot.”
rafe was silent for a minute, his lips pursed as he clearly was trying to remember what he was doing before he came home to an angry ward and an empty room. then realization hit him, he knew exactly what you were talking about. he brought his palm up to his face, groaning.
when he was about to speak, he was cut off. “is cameron bothering you?” jj’s familiar voice called out. you looked past rafe’s large figure to see all of the pogues standing beside him, looking ready for a fight if it came to it.
rafe gave a humorless chuckle, “stay the fuck out of it, pogue.” he clearly wouldn’t go down without a fight either.
your heart stopped for a moment and your body filled with ice cold terror as jj pulled out a gun that was hidden behind his back in his waistband. it was clear you weren’t the only one not expecting it as the rest of them looked at jj with concern, john b telling him to put it away. “yeah? let’s fucking go, rafe. been itching for a fight for too long.”
everything became blurred. the mixture of shouting, seeing figures suddenly moving towards each other, and the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot, and then everything went black.
#divider creds: xxbimbobunnyxx#rafe x reader#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe x fem!reader#rafe cameron x fem!reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron drabble#rafe obx#rafe fanfiction#rafe x you#rafe cameron angst#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron fic#obx fic#obx
167 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ex’s and Oh’s
𖤐Paring: Ex Husband! Ghost x Ex Wife! F! Reader
𖤐Pronouns: She/Her
𖤐AN: Sorry, it has taken me so long to post this, I've been busy and struggling with writers block for a while, it was hard to think of a way to start this story and also trying to not make it boring as well. Anyways, I hope you all will enjoy the fic version of headcanon
𖤐Based On: ex-husband-simon
𖤐Warnings: fluff, smut, language, ex's to lovers, children, kissing/making out, more use of Simon, abusive relationship,
𖤐Summary: Divorce is hard, and Simon didn't know it at all, he loved his ex-wife and did everything he could to be there for his kids
————
————
Simon waits in the driveway for his kids, Silas the oldest child and Luna his youngest. He remembers this house his first house he's ever bought with his now ex-wife Y/n.
Y/n had given Simon divorce papers because she was always worried about Simon when he was away on deployment. When she was pregnant with Luna, she couldn't handle the stress.
He watches the front door open and his kids come rushing out, Luna hugging Simon's legs and Silas hiked his bags into the back seat of his fathers truck.
"Come on, kids," Simon says, he turns and sees Y/n in the doorway being hold by her new boyfriend, Duncan. Simon couldn't stand him.
Duncan just leeched off of Y/n. Her money, home, food, he didn't pay bills, he was basically a roommate. Y/n tried to get Duncan many jobs but he never lasted then 4 days.
That was all information from Silas and Luna.
Simon looks at his kids helping Luna into her car seat.
"Daddy, can we go to the Zoo?" Luna asked.
"Maybe next weekend," Simon tells her.
"But I wanna go today."
"Not today baby."
"Why?"
"Because...it's close for cleaning."
"The Zoo isn't closed," Silas jumps in.
"Yes it is," Simon says, looking at his son to be quite. At the moment Simon didn't have anything plan with his kids, he just wanted to relax with his children and help them with homework if they needed it.
"Daddy?" Luna looks up at him.
"Not today," he says again. He shuts the door.
"I'm sorry for the last minute pick up," Y/n walks to her ex-husband.
"It's okay.
Y/n had a meeting and she didn't trust...Duncan. Sure they're dating and all, but she trusts Simon a lot more than Duncan.
"I can't believe you asked him to do it...I'm surprised he even agreed," Duncan says, watching Simon pull out of the driveway. Duncan acts like Simon is a dead-beat father when he's not, Simon works and barely even gets to see his kids.
And Duncan doesn't even help out with the kids, the week ago, Silas needed to be picked up from football (Soccer) and Duncan "forgot" and Luna was home but locked out of the house and didn't know if anyone was home or not.
"What the hell do you mean? Simon is a good father, this isn't his first time picking up his children," Y/n says.
"But like...I'm surprised really," he chuckles.
"Duncan, he's not a dead-beat father," Y/n says.
"Sure, he is, sees his kids 40 days out of the year."
"He...works Duncan, unlike you," she says. "I need to get going."
"Can't believe you married that guy too, seems like an asshole."
"He never was!" Y/n stood up for her ex-husband but why? She's the one who gave him the divorce papers, why is she standing up for him? Because she still loves him.
Duncan was a distraction for Y/n, she still loved Simon, but couldn't bring herself to tell him that, she thought if she had a boyfriend maybe her mind will love him instead but it wasn't, she still loved Simon, and she'll defend him even if he doesn't want her to, she'll still do it for him.
Duncan also doesn't know he's a 'distraction' he thought Y/n did like him.
----------
Simon looks at his son and daughter in the rearview mirror they were eating their chicken nuggets or small cheese burger. They were hungry since Simon had picked them up around lunch time.
"How's everything?" Simon asked them.
"Good." Luna says.
"Amazing," Silas says.
"Good," Simon says as he starts to drive to his apartment complex.
Simon parked in his usual parking spot and he helps his kids out of the back seats of his truck. They head to the elevators and hit the 5th floor button going up.
Luna played with the toy she just got and Silas played with his. Once the door opened Luna headed to the apartment door and Silas walked with Simon holding his bag as Simon carried his daughters bag.
Simon opens the door and his kids rushed in going to their rooms grabbing more toys and dragging them to the living room that Simon cleaned just for them to mess it up again.
Simon smiles at his kids and jumps in to play with them, he jumps from playing Monster Trucks and Wrestling to Princesses and Pet Shops.
He likes to play with his kids, enjoying how they play and missed all times him and Silas use to play with each other, before Luna was born, he didn't play with her as much because of the divorce.
He lays on his back and Luna sits on his stomach, she pats his toned chest and was using his chest as a mountain for her Barbies to play mountain climber, he knew he had a big chest but he didn't think it was that big.
"Daddy, stop breathing it's messing with my Barbies."
"Baby, I can't just stop breathing," he chuckles which now causes his chest to bounce.
"Daddy," she groans.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop laughing, but I can't stop breathing," he smiles.
"Dad," he looks at his son, but he was looking at him upside down.
"Yes, buddy?"
"I don't like mama's new boyfriend," Silas says.
"You don't?"
"Yeah," Luna now jumps in. "He yells at us sometimes, even for nothing."
"Yelling at you? Are you sure it's just because you two might have...I don't know actually done something wrong?"
"Daddy, are you taking his side?"
"No, no, but-"
"No reason, dad," Silas says.
Simon sits up now holding his daughter so she doesn't fall and she slides down on his lap.
"I understand," he says, letting go of his daughter as she goes back to her Barbie's dreamhouse.
----------
9:00PM
His children had gone to bed now, and Simon decided to do something, something he's never done because it was never his business.
Duncan Matthews
Age: 31
Height: 5'11
Job: Unemployed
Criminal Background: DUI, 1st degree Stalking, Demotic Violence
"Goddammit Y/n...you're smarter than this," Simon groans.
Simon copies the link and pulls up his email, he was going to send it to Y/n. If she was unaware, which she's not, she wouldn't keep this guy around.
------------
Y/n was working late, she needed to get some files done and then she sees a notification pop up, it was from an anonymous email account.
She clicks it and then reading upon the email.
You're smarter than this with the screenshot of Duncan's police report attached to it.
She felt like she knew it was from. But she goes ahead and reads it anyways and then reading his charges.
*Ping*
Did you also know he yells at the children for no reason?
*Simon...what are you doing?* She thinks to herself.
Y/n then thinks of it, when she first brought Duncan home he was very rude to her children, but she brushed it off because sometimes her kids could be a little frustrating to deal with but she still loves them.
Duncan has also claimed that he didn't like kids and even though he knew about Y/n having kids still proceeded to be with her. Silas has brought up the fact that Duncan yelled at him and Luna a few times but Y/n thought was because they were doing something Duncan had told them many times to stop, so she brushed off again.
She now knows...she needs to listen to children more.
-----------
A Few Hours Later
Y/n was heading home now, she looks at her home from inside her car watching as the only light was on was the living room light, Duncan must've still been up.
She gets out of her car and locking it up and heading inside, she was right, he was still up, playing video games and yelling while he played them.
He was so annoying.
"Duncan, can you turn that off? It's almost midnight, and I have to go to bed to be able to get ready for work tomorrow," she says. She doesn't want to be up all night because of her dumb boyfriend always yelling at the games he play.
"Later, I'm not done-"
"Now, please," she cuts him off.
"Seriously? ALL I DO FOR YOU AND THIS IS HOW I AM TREATED!?"
"DO WHAT!? YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A JOB, I PAY FOR EVERYTHING! WHAT DO YOU MEAN EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE FOR ME!? YOU DON'T DO SHIT, BUT SIT HERE AND PLAY YOUR STUPID VIDEO GAMES AND I'M FINDING OUT YOU YELL AT MY CHILDREN!!! WHAT TYPE OF PERSON ARE YOU!?" She yells back.
*Smack*
A sharp pain stung on Y/n's right cheek, she holds her cheek, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
He just smacked her.
------------
A Few Days Later
Simon held his daughter and set her in her car seat. Silas buckled himself up and was ready to go back to his mothers house.
As Simon pulled into the driveway helping his kids out of the truck, the front door opened and he turns with a smile on his face ready to tell her how much fun his children had at his apartment, but he sees her face.
She looked upset, and then he sees a bruise over her left eye and a red mark on her cheek.
"Y/n?"
"Thanks for bring my kids back safely," she says, giving him a smile.
"Hey...are you okay?"
"Don't worry about me," she says.
"Hey," Simon then cups her face. She doesn't move, it was like she misses his touch and his worried face. "What...the hell happened?" He asks.
"He-"
"Oh finally you brought the kids back, how was it, rug rats?" Duncan asks coming outside and Y/n moves her face from Simon's hands.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!?" Simon grabs Duncan and Y/n ushers her children inside to not witness whatever Simon is going to do to Duncan.
Simon grabs Duncan's shirt throwing him to the ground, Duncan let's out a groan when his back hits the concrete.
"SIMON!" He stops whatever he's about to do, and starts pushing Duncan down the concrete stairs.
"Get the fuck away from my family!" He yells and Duncan starts to scramble to his feet and run away from the house. Simon was breathing heavily to stop himself from chasing after Duncan.
Simon turns to Y/n and her children hiding behind their mom, they've never, never, ever seen Simon like this before, it was almost like they didn't even know him.
"Are you okay?" Simon asks, Y/n.
"Simon-"
"I know...I don't need to fight your battles for you...but when I saw you standing there with bruises on your body, I just lost control because I knew he was the one who didn't, you don't just get those from nothing," he says.
"You-I could've called the police!"
"Tell him to collect his things, I'll be here when he does show up. I don't want him near my children or you ever again."
"You're not my dad-"
"So, you want him to keep doing what he is doing?"
"No."
"Then call him and tell him to collect his shit, and I'll be here to make sure no funny business happens, do you understand?"
"Fine."
-------------
It was a week later now, Simon did what he said he'll do and he stayed in the house as Duncan and few of his friends gathered his shit and left, it was easy, a little too easy.
"Don't ever fucking come back, do not ask her for forgiveness, now fuck off, all of you," Simon says, slamming the door in their faces and he watched as they left the driveway.
"That was too easy, dad," Silas says as he stood next to Simon.
"I know..." Simon bends down to his son. "I want you to keep an eye on your sister and mother, anything happens, you call me or the police do you understand?"
"Yes, dad."
"I don't need protection," Y/n says.
"You do, if I'm not around," Simon says.
"Mommy, daddy, can we go to the park? It's nice out and I want to play outside," Luna says from the living room.
"Sure, come on, go get shoes on," Simon says. Y/n looks at Simon in a 'are you serious?' type of look, she wanted Simon gone, she wanted to spend her day with her children since Duncan was now gone for good.
"What?" Simon teases.
"Mama, are you mad at dad?" Silas asked, looking up at Y/n.
"No, no, I just...I just wanted to spend time with you guys."
"You can spend time with us, with daddy!" Luna yells coming down the stairs.
Y/n looks at Simon then down at her kids. Maybe, just maybe she'll let this slide once, she's only doing this for her children.
----------
Luna was going down the slide and Silas was at the bottom of the slides arms wide open catching his younger sister from falling onto the dirty mulch.
"I'm sorry, he did those things to you-"
"Could we not bring him up, please. I'm only here for my children, I'm not here...to be friends with you, Simon."
"I don't understand what I did for you to hate me?"
"I don't hate you Simon."
"Seems like it," he rests his chin on his palm.
"I'm just...annoyed...I'm not a Princess that needs saving every time I get into trouble, I can handle myself. It seems like every time you're over here, I'm somehow in trouble and you come to my rescue," she says.
"I know you're not a Princess, Y/n...and I don't mean to come to your rescue every time, but I can't just sit back and watch someone hurt you for no reason," he tells her.
"Mama! Luna is picking weeds again!"
"DANDILIONS AREN'T WEEDS!!" Luna yells at her brother while giving the brightly yellow flowers to Y/n.
"Thank you, baby," she kisses Luna's temple as her kids went back to play.
"I'm glad you let me come," Simon says.
"Again...I only did it for my kids."
"I know."
-------------
A month later now. Simon was waiting for his kids, Luna or Silas haven't said anything about Duncan in a while, or anything about Y/n since the park.
Simon sees his kids rushing out and Luna pulled on Simon's hand.
"What, Luna?"
"Mama, wants to see you," she says.
"Okay, okay, get in the truck and I'll be right back, okay?"
"Okay," she says as his kids get inside the truck he goes into the house.
"Y/n?" He calls out. "Y/n?" Once more.
"Upstairs," he goes upstairs and sees at the end of the hallway, her bedroom door open, he walks to the door, peeking through seeing her in a towel and she seemed like she was getting ready for work.
"Y-You wanted me?" He asks. Y/n turns and let's him in.
"Yeah, can you tell me which shirt would go great with my skirt?" She holds up a red button up and and black on, her skirt was just a plain black pencil skirt, black goes with anything, but why is she asking him? She already knows what will go good with the skirt.
"I think they both will look good with it-but why are you asking me?"
"Because...your opinion is a bit valid," she says, dropping the shirts.
"My opinion is valid?"
"Forget it," she says, she turns her back and Simon smiles, she was asking for his opinion.
Simon walks to her, his hands gently caressing her waist. She doesn't stop him, she misses his touch. It was always gentle and soft, he wasn't demanding for her attention or anything, he just wanted to know if his touch still had an effect on her, and it did.
He kisses her neck, earning a soft moan from her lips, her hand goes to his cheek to let him keep going. Y/n then leans back into his touch, his hands going to her towel and letting it lose and fall to the ground.
She turns and looks at Simon, his eyes roam all over her body, from her breasts and her perky nipples to her thighs that were squeezing together. She didn't cover herself up like she was embarrassed that he was staring at her bare body. For fuck's sake, Simon has seen her naked body before.
Simon picks her up and putting her on the bed, moving her clothes out of the way, he picks up her thighs and moving them against her chest, he leans down and kisses her lips.
His tongue along with hers dancing around, and soon her was messing the belt of his pants. He looks into her eyes almost like he was asking for permission. She slightly nods her head, allowing him to push himself into her, earning a soft moan from her lips.
He slowly rocks his hips back and forth watching her head go back against the mattress of her bed, her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to her chest and his kissed both sides of her breasts and then started to suckle on her left nipple while his hand kneads her right breast.
Simon starts picking up the pace her moans were loud now and with every thrust, her moans would go at a higher pitch. She missed this feeling of Simon being inside her. Duncan could never do what Simon does.
Simon looks down at her stomach seeing him just barely bulging from her lower stomach. He smirks and holds her face to let her look at him as he goes a bit harder now. Her nails dug into his arm from the pleasure.
"S-Simon." She moans.
"I know, baby, I know, you can come," he tells her, with a few more thrusts she ends up coming on his dick. He smiles and pulls out watching both of their cum mix together.
He goes down and starts cleaning her up, he then remembers.
"The kids! I need to get going," he says. "I love you, and I'll see you later, sorry for this all of a sudden."
Y/n smiles, he's so flustered, he's never been like that before, she rolls on her side to watch him leave, she gets up and starts cleaning herself up and starts to get ready for work.
She missed him, she truly did. She just hides it.
#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod x reader#fandom#fanfic#call of duty#mw2#cod#ghost cod#ghost x y/n#simon ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost call of duty#ghost mw2#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost#simon riley x you#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader
199 notes
·
View notes
Text
mistakes | s.r x fem!reader
ꨄ requested: anonymous
ꨄ genre: angst + fluff
ꨄ summary: you and spencer break up because he chose to believe someone else over you.
you phone had rang a million times, eventually you turned it off because you were tired of seeing the same name pop up each time: spencer. you couldn't imagine why he'd kept calling you over and over if he was the one who broke up with you because he thought you had cheated on him.
when everything had happened, you tried to explain to him that you didn't cheat and you were at home the entire day and the picture he saw was a picture from years ago. you don't know who sent the picture to him but it was a picture someone you used to know took of you at a party kissing some guy, it was old and way before spencer.
you hadn't gotten out of bed in a few days, only to shower and brush your teeth. your friends, really only one because the rest of your friends were spencer's friends and they absolutely hated you at the moment, came over to make sure you were okay.
a knock on your door pulled you away from your bed, you figured it was just your friend but when you opened the door it most definitely wasn't. spencer stood at the door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, he was drenched
from the rain pouring.
you were upset with him and hurt but you weren't about to let him stand out there and get sick. "what is wrong with you? get in here before you get sick!"
"why are you here?" you crossed your arms over your chest and glanced over his entire frame. spencer held the flowers out for you to grab, you hesitatingly took them from him and brought them up to your nose.
you knew why he was here, to apologize and try to get you back. quiet frankly, you would problaby go back to him just because he'd only broken up with you a few days ago and because spencer is honestly the best man you've ever met and been with.
"you were at home, like you said. i should've believed you, i'm sorry. just- can we talk about this- us?" he pushed his hair out of his face. you stared at him for a few minutes before nodding your head.
what's the worst that could happen?
"i'm sure you still have some clothes here and because i'm not a horrible person, you can go shower and stay here until the storm passes." you mumbled and moved past him.
when spencer got out of the shower, he found you sitting in the living room scrolling through your phone. you looked up when you felt the couch dip beside you. you shifted on the couch until your body was sideways on it, you drew your legs up to your chest and stared expectingly at him.
"better get to talking before you're walking home in the rain."
spencer had to suppress the smile threatening to show, he liked that you were still just as snappy as before. he cleared his throat and started to tap his hand against his pants.
"i'm so unbelievably sorry. I should have believed you when you told me that the picture was old, I shouldn't have believed an unknown number before you." he looked down to his hands before looking back up, you hummed in agreement and continued to stare at him.
"i'm sorry that I ruined everything we had, it was a huge mistake and i realize that now. i've hardly slept since everything happened. you were the only person that stayed with me despite my job being the way it is."
"because i love you, that's why I dealt with it. when you came to me with those accusations, i wish you could've felt what I felt. ive never felt a heartbreak like that before." you wrapped your arms around your legs. it was silent for a few minutes, just you and him staring at each other, thought's racing in your minds.
"would you ever consi-"
"yes," you didn't even let him get the question out because you already knew what he would say. yes, you would consider getting back together with him and really there would be no thinking about it. "in a heart beat. i would get back with you because I love you and- and even though you hurt me, i still understand why you did it."
spencer opened his mouth to say something but you held up your hand because you weren't done. "i know that i'm your first real relationship and your vulnerable when it comes to me, you'll believe anything that's believable. you've seen what's happened with other's relationships because of your job so it's only reasonable that deep down you would be scared that i would cheat or find someone better, if that's even possible."
"you should become a profiler with your ability to read people." he couldn't help but crack a small joke but he knew that you were right, everything you said was true and there was no denying it. you let your legs down and nudged his thigh.
"i was thinking about it, really. i mean, id get to be with you every second of the day. didn't you say your boss was looking to fill a spot?" you reasoning was absolutely horrible but it made spencer laugh, a sound you'd missed hearing.
you moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. the second your skin touched his, he pulled you into him and held you so tight you almost couldn't breath.
"god, i missed you so much. i'll never to that again." he breathed, you nodded the best you could.
“you better not, i won't forgive you as easily if you do."
#golden1u5t#myrarants#criminal minds fandom#spencer reid#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fandom#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x you#sub spencer reid#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid angst#dr spencer reid#soft dom spencer reid#dom spencer reid#spencer reid x fem!reader angst#spencer reid x fem!reader fluff
153 notes
·
View notes
Note
Can I have some good future Donnie being really sappy and sweet with his gender neutral SO? Just a Donnie that wants to cuddle on a rainy morning and get some scritches <3 (also I love your work, this me first request)
Rainy Mornings
f!Donnie x gn!reader
Warnings: soft!Donnie, snuggles, kisses, churring, scratches, good future!Donnie, kinda short
A/N: I was gonna post angst cause I was feeling sick, but I needed comfort. Sorry it's been so long... I've been struggling a lot with my physical and mental health...
"Morning, my love."
Donnie stirs from his slumber, his eyes blinking open as he slowly comes back to consciousness. The sound of rain, the feeling of your chest under his head, a sense of comfort and peace washing over him. He recognizes your voice, the softness of your greeting bringing a smile to his face.
"Morning," he replies, his voice laced with remnants of sleep. He stretches his limbs, feeling a bit of soreness in his body. But despite the lingering pain, he feels a sense of contentment being in your arms. He lifts his head from your chest, his gaze meeting yours. His eyes are filled with warmth and affection as he takes in your presence. "You make every morning brighter." His hand reaches out, gently caressing your cheek, a tender gesture that speaks volumes of his love for you.
You start to get up, hearing him whimper. You quickly realize it wasn't due to any pain, but rather upset that you were trying to leave. As you lay back down, he snuggles back on top of you, his head finding his place on your chest once more. He can feel the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath his cheek, a soothing presence that grounds him. He lets out a content sigh, feeling safe and loved in your embrace.
You hum softly, starting to gently massage his temples. "So I take it, I'm stuck here?" You tease softly, watching him close his eyes, starting to churr.
The tension in his head melts away under your skilled fingers, churring louder. He cracks open one eye to look up at you, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "Stuck here? Oh, my dear, you're not stuck at all," he says with a playful smirk. "You're exactly where you need to be, with the most brilliant, extraordinary, turtle in all of New York City." He continues to churr softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he enjoys the warmth of your touch and the playful exchange between you.
"And yet I was going to provide a tasty breakfast for my love." You whisper, your thumbs caressing his cheeks. "But it seems I'm needed right here, as a glorified pillow."
Donnie's eyes widen in mock offense as he feigns indignation, a playful pout forming on his face. "Glorified pillow? Oh, the audacity!" He exclaims dramatically, his voice filled with exaggerated hurt. He lets out a soft chuckle, unable to maintain his faux seriousness for long. "You provide so much more than just a pillow, he says, his voice softening with sincerity. "you're my rock, my support, and my source of endless love and comfort. I couldn't ask for anything more."
He reaches up, cupping his hands over yours on his cheeks, his eyes filled with warmth and adoration. "And while I appreciate your offer to provide for me, right now, all I need is your presence. Just having you here with me is enough." He leans up to press a gentle kiss to your lips, his heart overflowing with affection.
You hum softly, kissing him back. "I love you." You mumble, kissing him again. Donnie returns the kiss with equal tenderness, his heart swelling with love for you. He gazes into your eyes, his own filled with adoration.
"I love you too, my dear," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine affection. One of your hands move, scratching his chin. His churrs grow louder, he leans into your touch, his eyes closing in bliss. The sensation of your fingers against his soft skin sends shivers down his spine. "You always know how to make me feel good." He tilts his head slightly, his chin pressing against your hand as he seeks more of your touch. The gentle scratch of your nails against his chin melting the tension in his body away.
#{fish answers•°}#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#rise donnie#rottmnt x reader#rise of the turtles#rise x reader#donnie hamato#donnie x reader#donnie tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles donnie#future donatello#donatello x reader#donatello hamato#tmnt donatello#donatello#future donnie x reader#future donnie#future donatello x reader#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#save rise of the tmnt#save rottmnt#rise movie#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt donnie x reader#donnie x y/n#donnie x you#donatello x y/n#donatello x you
140 notes
·
View notes
Text
4. heat of the kitchen (restaurant owner!harry x chef!reader)
(part 1 here) | (part 2 here) | (part 3 here)
summary: the day of the gala, but something unexpected happens, leaving you a responsibility that could either make or break your career.
words: 5k
warnings: fluff, a hint of angst.
You had just started falling into a restless sleep when your phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand, making you jump awake in surprise. Squinting your blurry eyes at the bright screen, you felt a prickle of worry when you saw the time - 4:17am. This couldn't be good news at this hour.
Sure enough, it was Harry's number flashing on the caller ID. With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you swiped to answer and brought the phone to your ear. "Hello?"
"[Y/N], hey..." Even through the tinny distortion of the phone line, you could hear the grimness and exhaustion in Harry's voice. "Look, I...there's been an emergency with my family back home. My mom is really sick and not doing well."
You sat up straight in bed now, any remaining grogginess from sleep instantly swept away by a crushing wave of dismay. You listened in silence as he explained in brief phrases about needing to get on the next available flight to go back to New York right away. He said he wasn't sure when he'd be able to return to Chicago.
"I just didn't have a chance to let you know about this earlier," Harry's low, raspy voice crackled with regret. "I've already spoken with Thomason to take over running things at the event today, but...I'm so sorry, [Y/N]. The timing of this could not possibly be worse."
"No no, please don't even worry about that right now," you interjected quickly, your mind already whirling with the huge implications of what he was saying. Today was the extremely important Martin gala event - without Harry there to oversee the execution of his highly complicated, avant-garde centrepiece dish, the whole thing could spectacularly fall apart in front of all the big-name food critics and chefs of Chicago.
And yet...none of that professional stuff mattered at all compared to the intensely personal crisis your mentor was going through right now. "Is everything...I mean, is your mom going to be okay?" you asked hesitantly, not wanting to pry too much but deeply concerned.
Harry let out a shaky sigh that made your chest clench with empathy for what he must be feeling. "I don't know yet. They're running some medical tests on her this morning to get more answers, but...it doesn't look good so far based on what they've told me."
There was a heavy pause before he added in a rough, strained voice, "Looks like I've got another big battle ahead of me here."
Despite the gravity of the situation, you felt a pang of fondness at those terse words that sounded so quintessentially like Harry - tackling this heart-wrenching personal turmoil with the same determination and head-on approach he always brought to challenges in the kitchen.
"I'll be okay," Harry stated in a tone that made it clear he didn't want or expect any sympathy or reassurance from you about it. "Right now, all I need is for you to promise me that the gala event today is going to be a complete success no matter what else is happening. Can you handle being fully in charge of running the whole operation and making sure my vision for the centerpiece dish comes out perfectly?"
He didn't need to go into more detail - you knew full well the enormity of the responsibility he was asking you to take on here. Tremors of nerves joined the waves of sympathy and concern roiling through you at the weight of this task. But you didn't hesitate at all before answering.
"You have my word, Chef," you vowed solemnly. "I'll treat this dish and event with the same intense, laser-focused commitment you've been drilling into me from day one - and I absolutely won't let you down."
This time, Harry's answering exhale held the faintest trace of pride and...something more you couldn't quite put your finger on. "I know you won't let me down. I'm gonna have to go take care of things now, but I'll call again later to check in on how preparations are going over there. In the meantime, just stay calm, stay focused, and execute everything exactly like we've practiced over and over again these past weeks."
"I will. And Harry--" you hesitated momentarily before plunging ahead. "I really hope...well, just please take care of yourself too, okay? Sending you all my best wishes for your mom to get through this."
There was a beat of surprised silence before he responded in a gruff but sincere voice, "Yeah...thanks, [Y/N]. I appreciate that."
With that, the call clicked off abruptly, leaving you alone amid the predawn stillness with nothing but the immense weight of the trust and responsibility Harry had placed on your shoulders.
This was by far the biggest professional challenge you'd ever faced in your culinary career. Not just having to pull off executing Harry's avant-garde, innovative, wildly complex dish to absolute perfection under the intense scrutiny of the biggest names and players in Chicago's food world - but doing so while your mentor battled a hugely serious personal crisis unfolding all the way across the country in New York. Just the thought of it made your stomach churn with anxious adrenaline and nerves.
Still...despite the daunting nature of this task, you couldn't help but feel a sense of opportunity arising as well. This was an unexpected and unprecedented chance for you to truly prove yourself at the highest possible level, to rise up and show you had the skills and mental toughness to handle the most intense culinary pressure situations. You'd worked too damn hard, invested too many long hours of sweat and failures in kitchens everywhere to let this monumental opportunity slip through your fingers.
A feeling of steely resolve settled over you as you climbed out of bed and began methodically getting ready to start your day. No matter what curveball life had thrown at Harry derailing his own ability to participate, your role and mission remained unchanged - you made a solemn vow to him, and you utterly refused to let him down when he was counting on you most in this dire moment. This gala would go off flawlessly, the vision and game plan he'd meticulously drilled into you executed with precise mastery down to every last detail. Abject failure was simply not an option today.
***
By the time the first pale streaks of dawn began filtering through your windows, you were fully dressed and shoving a high-protein bar into your mouth as fuel while heading out the door to the event venue. Despite the early hour, there was already a palpable buzz and energy of activity when you arrived, crews of staffers and organizers darting around in a highly choreographed frenzy as they put the very final touches and preparations in place.
You spotted Thomason's towering, intimidating form immediately - the harsh sous chef resembled a military general marshaling the troops, barking out orders and keeping everything flowing in an orderly yet intense manner. Straightening your spine, you crossed over purposefully to greet him directly. Thomason's eyes flicked over you appraisingly before giving a short, sharp nod of acknowledgment. "Good, you're here. Let's get you situated and start running through all your station assignments."
Without any further preamble or wasted words, he turned sharply on his heel and strode off at a brisk pace, clearly expecting you to fall into step directly behind him with no delays. Suppressing a resigned sigh, you did just that, matching his stride as Thomason immediately launched into a rapid-fire rundown and delegation of every single responsibility that would fall under your purview for the entire day.
It was...honestly, a staggering amount of crucial tasks and oversight duties to absorb all at once this early in the morning, especially given the giant extenuating circumstance and crisis situation hanging overhead with Harry's absence. But Thomason pressed on in his typical brusque, no-nonsense manner.
Apparently Harry had already briefed the imposing, burly sous chef on the pertinent details of the personal situation he was dealing with, as evidenced by Thomason's uncharacteristic patience whenever you had to pause to fully digest certain instructions or ask for any clarification on assignments. But the gruff kitchen veteran otherwise made no comforting allowances, simply conveying the huge pile of duties you'd need to stay on top of from morning prep straight through to the evening's high-stakes dinner service.
By the time he finally finished laying out the overwhelming laundry list of tasks you were accountable for, a tenuous sense of control had settled over your earlier panic and worries. You could do this. Logistically speaking, it would be the most daunting and high-pressure culinary challenge you'd ever faced by far - but thanks to all the intense training and preparation Harry had put you through, you genuinely felt as ready as you could possibly be. All that remained now was keeping your head down and executing flawlessly with the same pinpoint focus and work ethic he'd instilled in you through those grueling practice runs.
With a grim nod of determination, you turned and started overseeing your assigned kitchen crew in setting up the intricate series of mise en place stations that would be required for pulling off Harry's avant-garde, wildly complex centerpiece dish. All around you, the buzz of frantic activity swelled as area after area of the massive venue was brought online in final preparation for the rapidly approaching arrival times of guests and participants.
Though you kept waiting for the spike of nerves and adrenaline to hit, surprisingly, a strange sense of calm numbness had instead descended over you - the kind that often surfaced in the middle of an intense, all-hands-on-deck dinner rush back at the restaurant. In these do-or-die, make-it-or-break-it kinds of situations, there simply was no spare mental bandwidth available for anything beyond the critical task directly in front of you in that very moment. Distracting thoughts and nerves got shunted aside as survival instincts took over.
And just like that, you lost yourself in the soothing, almost meditative rhythm of prep work, falling into that laser-focused state of dicing, slicing, arranging each individual ingredient component with painstaking, meticulous care according to the detailed specifications Harry had drilled into you over and over. At one point, you absently accepted a bottled water from one of your line cooks with a murmured thanks, but otherwise operated on auto-pilot.
You weren't entirely sure how much time had elapsed before Thomason's gruff bark of "Ten minutes!" roused you from your intense, trance-like focus. All around, your crew instantly kicked into an even higher gear, ferrying the completed mise en place components to the designated plating stations in an efficient flurry of motion. You barely registered Thomason sidling up next to you with an evaluating look on his imposing features.
"You did decent prep work so far, kid," he acknowledged in a tone of voice that was only marginally less dismissive than his usual demeanor. "Now let's see if you can actually plate this bastard of a complicated dish without totally screwing the pooch."
With that uniquely Thomason-style pep talk, he gave your shoulder a clap and then strode off to take his place at the all-important expediting position for the evening's service, leaving you warmed by the backhanded compliment. Coming from the notoriously harsh and miserly-with-praise Thomason, those words were basically the equivalent of an ecstatic rave.
Any boost of confidence was welcome at this point, as the first wave of elite guests began trickling into the dining area right on schedule. You could feel the atmosphere in the room shifting, charging with buzzing energy and anticipation as these influential culinary figures saw the artfully designed space, flipped through the rundown of tonight's prix fixe menu, and speculated about what boundary-pushing creation Harry had surely concocted for his centrepiece auction dish.
Your own adrenaline kicked into high gear as you took your place at the head plating station, flanked by your hand-picked crew who would assist in the extremely intricate assemble of all the individual components coming together. A hush fell over the kitchen as you exchanged looks with your team, giving a final nod of readiness.
"First courses..." came the terse callout from the expo line. And with that, you immediately snapped into focus, hands moving with the precision drilled into them through countless practice runs as you began plating the initial courses.
From there, the entire high-stakes evening blurred into a cyclone of intense concentration and rapid-fire execution, broken only by the occasional smattering of polite applause from the dining room as each new course made its debut to apparent delight. But you remained steadfastly disengaged from all of that, shutting it out entirely as you moved with economical grace from one fastidiously assembled plate to the next in a state of total flow.
You were aware on some level of Thomason periodically prowling the line, sharp eyes scrutinizing every last component with the intensity of a decorated drill sergeant. But his presence was almost soothing in a way, a low-key affirmation that you and your crew were hitting every lofty mark thus far.
Finally, after what felt like both a grueling endurance marathon and the naturally seamless completion of a singular, continuous motion...it was time. All the other courses had been executed flawlessly, clearing the way for the pièce de résistance - Harry's avant-garde centerpiece dish that would cap off the evening. You took a deep, steadying breath as the first calls came in from the expo line.
"Fire one centerpiece!"
Your hands moved with the precision of a surgeon, each practiced motion flowing seamlessly into the next as you began assembling the first plate of the showstopper course. Around you, your crew worked in the same laser-focused unison, handling each individual component with utmost care and attention to detail.
Despite the mounting pressure with every new order fire, that strange sense of calm numbness persisted. There was no mental bandwidth to spare on anything extraneous - your entire world had contracted to these series of sequential tasks laid out before you, each one flowing naturally into the next like a continuous stream.
Plating tweezers arranged the final delicate pour of herb-infused olive oil spheres with the same singular focus as you squeezed the pipette to apply the perfectly calibrated dot of acidic reduction. Not a single movement was wasted, not a component out of place as you slid the finished avant-garde masterpiece across to the expo line for final approval before heading out to the dining room.
"Looked good from here, kid," Thomason's gruff voice sounded in your ear amidst the orchestrated chaos, startling you slightly. You blinked, barely registering the stocky sous chef's towering presence overseeing your shoulder before turning your attention immediately back to the next set of hands firing.
On and on it went in that same relentless yet steady cadence, each nouveau plate a pristine reflection of the focus, intensity, and cumulative skill that had been honed into you over months of Harry's rigorous training. Sweat beaded along your hairline, apron dampening as you moved with increasing speed and efficiency under the mounting pressure of continuous fires.
You were only vaguely aware of the soft crashing waves of polite applause rolling in from the nearby dining room each time a new creation hit the tables. Your ears were trained to more important sounds - the sharp callouts from expo, the curt exchanges between yourself and your crew attempting to maintain the incredible pace.
At one point, you registered Thomason's heavy tread beside you once more, his grizzled voice pitched low to be heard over the controlled pandemonium. "Pretty damn flawless so far, I'll give you that. But don't let your foot off the gas now, we still got a ways to go yet."
A simple grunt of acknowledgment was all you could spare in response as you plated two more centerpiece dishes in rapid succession, sliding them across for inspection. Thomason made a noise of begrudging approval before turning away, freeing you to tunnel-vision once more.
Swaying slightly on your feet from the physical toll and intense focus, you blinked away the spotties at the edge of your vision. There was simply no other choice - failure was not an option, not after everything you and Harry had invested into this critical moment.
How much time had elapsed, you couldn't say. All you knew was the continuous cycle of order fires, the increasingly efficient rhythm of your movements and those of your crew. The end goal of seeing this groundbreaking creation delivered to the last diner with the same polish as the first lone plate.
It was only when the final callout came over the line that reality slowly bled back in around the edges. "Last one, centerpiece! Fire for the panel..."
The clatter of your toolkit was shockingly loud in the relative stillness as you began assembling that climactic plate with even more painstaking care than before. Every component was a masterstroke, each paso doble between you and your crew unfolding in step.
You barely registered Thomason's presence hovering nearby, posture radiating tension and scrutiny, as you slid the final centerpiece across for his inspection. A short eternity seemed to pass as the steely-eyed veteran examined the plate with unsparing intensity from all angles.
At last, he gave a single deferential nod before calling out the fire to the dining room. "Chef's centerpiece...walking!"
A rousing swell of applause rolled back from beyond the partition as you straightened up, only now allowing the descending sense of accomplishment to wash over you fully. It was done - Harry's groundbreaking, avant-garde vision had been executed to utter perfection.
The surrounding kitchen area seemed to slowly reanimate as the rest of the corps d'équipe emerged from their own hypnotrance–states, exchanging tired grins and backslaps of congratulations. For his part, Thomason wore an expression that bordered on...approving?You could never tell.
"You pulled it off, kid," he rumbled in that trademark gravelly baritone. The stocky chef's clap on your shoulder managed to convey impressed respect more clearly than any flowery praise. "Flawless service from top to bottom. I'll be sure to pass that along to Chef Patino when I touch base."
Your face must have reflected the gratified shock you felt at the gruff compliment, as Thomason's mouth twisted wryly before adding, "Don't look so damn stunned. You did good work holding it all together out there tonight. Real good work."
With that, he gave your shoulder one final squeeze before turning to address the rest of the crew and applauds rippled through the kitchen area. But you barely heard any of it over the dull roar in your ears - the mixture of bone-deep exhaustion and sheer disbelief at what you'd all just managed to pull off against seemingly insurmountable odds.
Gradually, the bustle of post-service breakdown routines fired up around you. But you remained still in the eye of that storm for several long moments, simply allowing the profound weight of your accomplishment tonight to sink in fully.
Despite the challenges, the unexpected crises that had threatened to derail everything...your tenacity and the depth of your training had ultimately prevailed. Harry's faith in you had been rewarded with an unmitigated triumph.
The realization brought a surge of fierce pride, tempered only by the hope that your mentor had managed to find some shred of comfort amidst his own turmoil tonight. You knew Harry well enough to be certain he would be dissecting every component, evaluating each nuance of the dish's execution with his trademark intensity even from afar.
And suddenly, you very much needed to hear his voice - to fill him in on all the details, reassure him that you'd kept your word right down to crossing every final T. To...well, to simply share in this significant victory with the man whose driving ambition and belief had made it all possible.
As if summoned by sheer force of will, your phone began buzzing from your back pocket with a familiar caller ID flashing. Stepping aside from the lingering chaos, you swiped to accept the call with your heart lodged squarely in your throat.
"Harry? It's me..."
The voice on the other end sounded tinny and wrung-out, yet still utterly suffused with that unmistakable gravel-rough timbre. "How'd it go, kiddo?"
Despite the bone-weary fatigue dragging at your every muscle, you felt a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth as you took in the sight of your crew unabashedly celebrating their collective win. "See for yourself."
With a few quick taps, you switched the call over to FaceTime, angling the camera to capture the wild scene surrounding you. Raucous cheers and whoops of victory filled the feed as Harry got an eyeful of his triumphant kitchen corps living it up.
For a long moment, he was silent on the other end, drinking in the rowdy scene. Then, his low chuckle finally filtered through, slightly watery but brimming with unmistakable pride.
"That's my crew," Harry rasped in a voice gone thick. "Well done, team. Well done."
You grinned fiercely at the screen, willing him to feel every ounce of your conviction as you responded. "We did you proud, Chef. Start to finish."
And just like that, the shaky exhale he released said everything his gruff words couldn't. For all his outward bravado and grit, your mentor's steadfast belief had been vindicated tonight - and his faith in you rewarded beyond even his own expectations.
For the first time in weeks, that shaky tension seemed to finally loosen its grip on both of you. Though the road ahead might still be fraught, this evening's triumph had forged an unbreakable bond of shared understanding and trust.
The entire grueling process of preparing for and executing the ambitious centerpiece dish had pushed both your skills, stamina and mental toughness to their limits. But instead of fracturing under such tremendous shared pressure, your mentor-mentee dynamic had been distilled down to its essential core - that of two committed culinary artists striving relentlessly towards the same creative vision, and ultimately emerging unified in the wake of that lofty achievement.
In that moment, any unresolved tensions or lingering frissons of attraction between you were rendered almost quaint, overwhelmed by the profound sense of creative synergy and hard-won victory. Those undercurrents would inevitably resurface later once the high had faded. But for now, you could simply bask in the warm glow of knowing you'd risen to every challenge thrown your way and come out on top.
Harry must have sensed the shift in your demeanor, the way your posture had relaxed slightly without sacrificing any of that fierce determination. His gruff chuckle sounded again through the phone's speaker, drawing your attention back to his careworn but glowing expression.
"Listen, pet..." he began in that trademark rasp, once again hitting you with the nickname that made your heart skip a beat,. "I gotta go take care of some stuff on this end. But we're gonna crack open a couple bottles when I'm back, you and me. We've earned it after pulling off a goddamn miracle like this one."
The very thought of the two of you sharing drinks and cutting loose for once, without the weight of impending culinary obligations hanging overhead, struck you as incredibly appealing after tonight's intensity. A warm smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you gave an emphatic nod.
"You know I'm gonna hold you to that, Chef. I'm thinking top-shelf stuff too, none of that bottom-rung swill."
Harry threw back his head with another peal of laughter. "You got it, you earned it. Gimme a couple days to get things sorted and I'll take you somewhere swanky to celebrate, on me. My way of saying thanks for proving me right about you, Y/n."
Before you could respond, Harry's gaze grew pensive, amusement fading slightly as he searched your expression with uncharacteristic earnestness. "And I mean it, you know. Not just about the drinks, but...well, you really came through in the clutch tonight. I knew you had the skills to pull it off, but seeing you actually do it against those crazy odds? You exceeded every expectation. I couldn't be prouder if you were my own flesh and blood."
You felt your cheeks warming at the uncommon depth of sincerity in his gravelly voice. Though Harry had never been one for emotional vulnerability, in this moment you could see the profound gratitude shining through loud and clear.
"That really means a lot coming from you, Harry," you managed in a slightly hushed tone, momentarily rendered speechless by the unexpected warmth radiating from him. "You know I'd never want to let you down, especially when you were counting on me most."
The tender moment stretched out in weighted silence, intimate currents flowing back and forth even through the crackle of the video feed. Until eventually, Harry seemed to resurface from that unguarded well of sincerity, giving a slightly blustery clearing of his throat.
"Well anyway, you did the heavy lifting tonight," he rallied in his typical all-business timbre, the hoarse bravado back in full force. "I'll leave you and the crew to enjoy your big victory bash. Just try not to get too out of hand with the partying."
He started to shift away from the camera, clearly preparing to disengage, when his hazel-eyed gaze flicked back to pin you with an unreadable look. A ghost of a smirk played around the edges of his mouth as he seemed to drink you in through the video feed.
"Oh, and one more thing, darlin'..."
You felt your breath catch at the rich, velvety timbre Harry imbued that endearment with - a departure from the casual, teasing way he usually deployed such pet names. This particular iteration seemed to caress something deeper, more weighted between you.
"I'm real proud of how you rose above and killed it tonight," he murmured in that same honeyed rasp that raised goosebumps along your skin. His gaze raked over you with unmistakable heat and intent. "Showed me that laser-focused mental strength and fortitude I always suspected was in there."
Harry shook his tousled head slowly, lips still curved in that secretive half-smile. "Gotta admit, I clearly underestimated you in the past, darlin'. Won't be making that mistake again."
The suggestive timbre in which he issued that statement was utterly at odds with the mentor-protegee context you'd been operating in mere moments ago. You felt your breath hitch as a warmth bloomed across your cheeks, suddenly hyper-aware that you were still surrounded by your raucous crew celebrating nearby.
Surely you were reading far too much into Harry's words and tone...except his eyes were gleaming with a combination of heat and challenge as they roamed over your features in a way that made you feel stripped bare. As if he knew full well the dizzying, electrifying effect he could have on you - even through a mere video call - and was shamelessly exercising that power.
You opened your mouth to respond, though what you could possibly say to that molten statement you had no idea. Thankfully, Harry seemed to recognize he was quickly veering into the old inappropriate territory and reigned himself in with a rough throat-clearing.
"Anyway, go have fun with the crew and I'll holler at you in a couple days once I get things sorted out on this end," he concluded, all traces of that heated bravado tucked away once more behind his typical gruff exterior. "You've more than earned it, darlin'."
Another searing look accompanied the purring emphasis he gave that endearment before Harry flashed you a stunningly lopsided grin - then the video feed clicked off, leaving you slightly dazed and flustered in its wake.
A long moment passed where you simply stared at the blank screen, cheeks still burning as your mind raced over the cadence of that parting exchange. From the heartfelt gratitude and rare showering of praise...to that inexplicably molten aside loaded with suggestion, it had all left you feeling deliciously unmoored and off-kilter.
You remained in that uncertain headspace for a while longer, the buzz of your crew's raucous celebration providing a soundtrack as the hours ticked by. Though you made a concerted effort to remain present, to revel in this hard-won moment of glory alongside your teammates, part of your consciousness couldn't help but keep circling back to that searing parting remark from Harry.
You kept thinking about the way he spoke, wondering if there was a hidden meaning behind his words. Suddenly, your long-suppressed feelings for the charismatic chef surged with volcanic intensity, consuming every rational thought until only one truth remained.
You decided you were done hiding your desire for Harry– done keeping that ravenous wanting locked away in the name of professionalism.The next time you saw your mentor, you promised yourself you would be completely honest. No more beating around the bush. Only complete, blazing honesty.
You would openly admit the burning attraction you'd felt since first meeting his intense gaze months ago. You would confront the growing tension from all his suggestive comments.
No more hiding behind being professional. You would put everything out in the open, once and for all. Either Harry felt the same fiery passion...or he didn't, and you could finally move on.
Once and for all.
But the need to finally uncover the truth burned within you, even if it meant risking everything and leaving your heart in ashes - because the constant wondering and uncertainty had become a suffocating torment you could no longer endure. Making that decision lifted a weight off your shoulders momentarily, but you steeled yourself knowing the real challenge still lay ahead, a daunting path that could either lead you to euphoric fulfilment or utter devastation.
♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡
tell me if you like this!
feedback | masterlist | series masterlist
taglist: @freedomfireflies @gurugirl @thechaoticjoy @styleslover-1994 @gem1712 @ellaorchard @bxbyysstuff @opheliaofficial07 @rafaaoli
@tchlamqtsgf @indierockgirrl @vrittivsanghavi @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @drewrry @me-undiscovered @tbsloneely
@whoreonmondays @kathb59 @avalentina @kittenhere @speedywritingharrystylesjudge @harryhitties
@mypolicemanharryyy @theendx888 @daphnesutton @youcan-nolonger-run @chesthairrry
@becauseheartsgetbroken-hs @hisparentsgallerryy @storyschanging @selluequestrian @swiftmendeshoran @princessaxoxo @tenaciousperfectionunknown @hermoinelove @chronicallybubbly @angeldavis777
@imgonnadreamaboutthewayyoutaaaa
#harry#harry styles#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles fanfic#harry styles fic#harry styles x reader#harry styles imagine#harry styles smut#harry styles one shot#harry styles writing#harry edward styles#harry angst#harry fic#harry fluff#harry smut#harry styles angst#harry styles au#harry styles blurb#harry styles fan fiction#harry styles fic rec#harry styles fluff#harry styles imagines#harry styles masterlist#harry x reader#harrystylesau#harrystylesfanfic#harrystylesfanfiction#fanfic#fanfiction#harrystyles
135 notes
·
View notes
Text
Body Hopper Files: Mateo
My stomach churned and my mind spun as I found myself in a new body. Again. It was a familiar feeling, but it never got any less disorienting. I had no control over these spontaneous jumps from one person's life to another's. For the past two months, I had been living as a quiet college professor. But now, who was I? Where was I?
I took in my surroundings with a quick glance: a busy kitchen filled with people moving all around. I felt young, definitely younger than the professor. How young, though? Looking at my hands, I saw light brown skin and some tattoos on my arms. My uniform was black and stained with food, an apron tied around my waist. In my pocket, I found a phone that unlocked with my new face as the ID. I switched quickly to the camera and saw myself for the first time; a cute face with full lips and scruffy facial hair greeted me. Probably around 19 years old. Not bad, not bad at all.
Putting the phone away, my next instinct was to feel myself up through the fabric of my uniform. A nice long and thick surprise awaited me in between my legs - a big new sausage to play with. It was quite the contrast from the professor's more modest middle-aged penis (not that I'm complaining! I've grown to appreciate all types of genitalia during these random body switches).
Suddenly, a stern voice called out behind me - Mateo's boss, probably. "Mateo! Get back to work! And stop taking selfies!"
Shit, I was about to get this kid in trouble if I didn't start pretending to be him real soon.
I quickly straightened up and turned to face my boss, trying to play it cool. "Sorry sir, just checking the time," I said with a sheepish smile. I figured I was young enough I could still play it cute and get away things like that.
He grunted in response and turned his attention back to the food he was preparing. With a developed skilled I’d picked up from so many random body hops, I returned seamlessly to Mateo’s daily work, navigating the busy kitchen with ease, knowing exactly what needed to be done and when. It was clear that he was well-liked by his coworkers, who joked and laughed with him throughout the shift. Despite the long hours and physical demands, Mateo loved his job, and before long I felt the same youthful passion as I helped the line cooks out, bussed tables, and flirted with the waitresses. It was all in a night’s work for Mateo.
Before I knew it, closing time neared and the orders slowed. I untied my apron, wiped sweat from my brow and headed to the break room for a much-needed rest before the restaurant closed. Sinking into a plastic chair, I pulled out Mateo's phone again. There were dozens of notifications - mostly messages from friends and family wondering how he was doing in the big city. But I was more interested in his dating profiles.
As I scrolled through the apps, I couldn't help but chuckle at some of the messages he'd been receiving. There were dirty one-liners, shirtless selfies, and even a few invitations to kinky encounters. Mateo clearly had a way with the guys! I responded to a few messages, using his usual flirty tone, all the while feeling that big new sausage throbbing underneath Mateo’s dirty workwear. It wasn’t likely that I’d be spending the night alone, given how some of the men I’d messaged in Mateo’s apps had responded.
"Good work today, Mateo," the head chef called out as he walked by, giving me a friendly pat on the back. I smiled and nodded, trying my best to act natural and turn attention away from my raging boner.
The restaurant finally closed for the night and everyone began to clock out. I made sure to say goodbye and thank all of Mateo's coworkers, who were all too eager to invite me out for drinks. It was tempting, but I had bigger plans for my first night in this new body.
I made my way to the locker room, quickly changing out of my sweaty work clothes along with all the other restaurant staff and into street clothes for a night out. Mateo's phone buzzed with another notification - it was one of the guys I'd been messaging earlier. He wanted to meet up at a nearby bar.
Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, I headed out into the city streets and made my way towards the bar. As I walked, I couldn't help but soak in the feeling of being young and carefree again. It had been so long since I had felt this way, as most of my recent host bodies had been older men with their own set ways and responsibilities. But as Mateo, I could be whoever I wanted to be - a young, attractive guy, new to the city with his whole life ahead of him.
I arrived at the bar and spotted my date sitting at a booth in the corner. He looked just as good as in his pictures; an attractive young man about Mateo’s age but with a larger, more dominant physique. He waved me over eagerly as I approached, giving me an appreciative once-over.
"Hey there, Mateo," he said with a grin as we awkwardly hugged hello.
"Hey," I replied with a flirty smile that came naturally in this body.
We settled into our seats and ordered drinks, chatting about our lives and interests as I delved into Mateo’s memories and personaltiy. As we talked, he reached across the table to brush his hand against mine, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was electric against Mateo's skin.
The conversation eventually turned more flirtatious as our drinks continued to flow. My hands trembled slightly as I leaned in closer to his, my heart racing with anticipation.
“Mateo, do you want to come home with me?”
Finally, it was time for me to give into the urges of the body I now possessed. I smiled seductively and said "I'd love to."
We quickly paid our tab and headed out into the night, his arm wrapped firmly around my waist. As we walked, I could feel Mateo's young, toned body tingling with excitement at the prospect of what was to come.
When we arrived at his apartment, he led me straight to the bedroom, kissing me passionately as we tumbled onto the bed. I eagerly returned his kisses, reveling in the feeling of stubble against Mateo's soft skin.
We had a wonderful evening together, fucking again and again with seemingly unlimited stamina, and then laughing and talking late into the night. I felt comfortable and at ease in Mateo's body, like I could truly be myself, even though I knew I was just a pretender. As it got later, we cuddled up close and fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, sunshine streamed in through the window as I slowly awoke. For a moment, I had forgotten I was in Mateo's body. As I looked around the unfamiliar room, the memories of the night before came flooding back. I smiled thinking about the fun we'd had.
I couldn't help but think my time as Mateo was going to be great. As long as was him, I'd have an easy job that he absolutely loves and hook up with hot men every single night!
----- ----- -----
Original story and AI Illustration by @bodyhopper-files
#male transformation#body switch#body swap#possession#body hop#body hopper#male tf#body possession#body theft
139 notes
·
View notes
Text
could've been you: aizawa x reader x hawks
summary: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right?
relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader
warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold.
CHAPTER THREE
"You're starting to give me stalker vibes, Aizawa." You watch as his body leaves the wall he was leaning on. "How long have you been standing out here?"
"Since I heard you moan that bird's name."
You freeze. He heard that? He's 2 doors down. He has to be lying.
But that's way too specific to be a lie.
"Sorry I disrupted your sleep." You shrug and turn to go back into your room.
"You know I don't sleep." Aizawa slid his hands in his pockets and stepped towards you. His hair was pulled in a half up, half down style, pieces of his hair framing his face.
"Yeah, I can tell." You look up at Aizawa as his tall body hovers over yours. "Those under eye bags don't lie." You take the pad of your thumb and softly touch the skin under his eye. He watches your movements closely, his body jumping slightly at the touch.
You pull your hand back, unsure of why you even did that.
You hate this man.
"I might have some face products that'll help you out." You try to ease the tension you now feel in the pit of your stomach. "You know, to look less tired."
"I don't trust you coming near my face like that." He turned his head away from you. "Do you hear that?"
You try to focus on the noises in the building. There's pipes, the sounds of students playing video games, and then you hear giggling.
"It's my students." He whispers. "It's past curfew, they should be in their rooms."
You hear footsteps starting to get closer, and closer.
Aizawa pushed you gently into your room, locking the door behind him.
"I didn't know this was your room, Eraser."
"I didn't want the students seeing us, well, more you dressed like that." His dark brown eyes travelled up and down your body.
"And why's that?! Teachers can't have a life outside of school?" You plant your hands on your hips. "It's stupid to think they don't know that teachers are real people outside of the classroom."
"You have a hickey on your neck." Aizawa used his index finger to poke at the bruise. "They would've thought I did that if they saw us standing together."
"You wish you did." You turn on your heel to your kitchen and grab a water from your fridge. "Since you're here, do you want something to drink? Poison perhaps?"
"Water is fine." Aizawa makes his way to your couch, around were Keigo was just sitting, making out with you. His hands all over your skin.
After you hand Aizawa the bottle of water, you sit parallel to him on the couch. A considerable space away from him.
"You really paused the movie you were watching?" Aizawa extended his arm across the back of the couch, almost touching the top of your head.
"Yeah, I wanted to finish it. I also don't like background noise when I'm... you know."
"Start it over." He leaned back and got himself more comfortable.
"Why? I've seen-"
"I haven't seen it. So can you for once just shut up and listen?"
You didn't argue. You pressed the 'Start Over' button and let the movie play.
You couldn't believe it. Aizawa was laughing. Not a loud laugh, by any means, but he let out a chuckle. You couldn't help but smile at the sound of his laugh.
As the movie progressed, your eyes felt more and more heavy.
You don't remember when you stopped watching.
_________________________
Your eyes fluttered open as the sunlight of a new day crept through your curtains.
But you weren't on your bed.
You felt someone breathing underneath you.
Your eyes grew wide as you softly turned, noticing the white t-shirt that you were just laying on. Complete with a chest and arms of muscle.
Your eyes flicker up, noticing Aizawa's eyes are closed. He's sleeping. His snores are light as his arms wrap around you tighter. You didn't want to wake him up, but you also didn't want to be laying on him anymore.
You squint to look at your microwave clock. 6:04 AM. You could let him sleep for another hour. He never sleeps.
You close your eyes again, leaning your head on his chest. You feel his cheek rest on top of your head as his hold on you tightens just ever so slightly.
You feel Aizawa's arms gently move you off of him as he stands up. "How long was I out?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. I don't remember when I fell asleep. But when I woke up, there you were."
"Shit, I have to get ready. The students can't see me leaving your room."
"Well how the turns table." You pad over to your bathroom. "Find a way out. I'm gonna shower." You wave and close the bathroom door.
What the fuck is happening.
__________________
You dont know how, but Aizawa got out without being seen. You showered off last night and covered your hickey with some concealer. You can't help but think about how calm you felt with Aizawa. How relaxed he was.
When you walk into the classroom, it's like nothing ever happened. The students are all talking about... whatever it is going on in their teen lives. Aizawa is in the front of the room, organizing papers on his desk.
"Good morning Eraser." You set your bag down. "What's on the agenda for class today?"
"The kids are gonna spar each other in the gym space. We're gonna observe how they do against each other."
"That explosive kid is gonna be insane." You watch Bakugo as he pouts at something Midoria just said.
"Alright class, we want to see what you can do. We'll be sparring in the gym, so be prepared to use your quirks. Sparring partners will be told to you when we get there." Aizawa opened the door and walked out of the room. You followed behind him, along with the students.
"You better watch out Icy Hot, I'm gonna beat the crap out of you."
"You're awfully confident." Shoto said with his hands in his pockets. You worry about him and his home life. Enji was a terrible father, maybe still is, and Shoto no doubt has a lot of trauma. You stare at the scar on his face, a piece of your heart breaking.
You sit on the bleachers with Aizawa as he names off the list of people and their sparring partners. You lean back, looking up at the sky through the sun-roof of the building. The sky is bright blue, only a few clouds in the sky.
You watch as the clouds move over head. So peaceful.
Then you see a flash of dark red flying through the air. You smile when you see Keigo stop and wave at you, his yellow glasses sat perfectly on his face.
You watch him pull his phone out, seemingly texting you.
Keigo: You look beautiful even from up here.
You smile down at your phone and you can feel Aizawa staring at your phone screen. But you weren't going to give a reaction.
You: Hopefully you can't see the little present you left me. ;)
Keigo: Sorry, I couldn't help but want to taste you.
Your cheeks started to burn and you slid your phone in your pocket. Aizawa rolled his eyes, leaning his forearms on his legs as he leans his body forward.
You knew Aizawa was watching you. You knew that bothered him.
Oh well.
#aizawa x reader#shouta aizawa x reader#bnha shouta aizawa#aizawa shouta#aizawa#aizawa mha#hawks x reader#mha takami keigo#keigo x reader#keigo takami#bnha hawks#mha fanfic#mha fanfiction
80 notes
·
View notes
Text
Just Take It | Bonus Drabble 5
Summary: Jungkook has treated you like a princess all day for your birthday and it's all lead up to this very special moment (a little glimpse into their future 🤭)
Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap)
Word Count: 1.5k~
Warning: Honestly no warnings I think. Just some cute fluff and some suggestive language. Nothing crazy (written very quickly but I hope you guys still like it!)
Requested by: 🧜♀️ anon 💜 (Happy Late Birthday my love) & another anon from a while back 💜 (sorry I didn't get it out till now 🥺)
Start from the beginning
"Can I open my eyes now?" I ask, humoring him in this silly game that he's made of my birthday today.
"Not yet, just a little closer" he say, guiding me by my hips and I soon feel the ground change from some sort of pavement to that of a stonework pathway. "Careful" he warns as I stumble when my foot gets caught on a rock. "I wouldn't have to be careful if I didn't have to keep my eyes closed" I grumble and he laughs before bringing me to a halt.
I feel him walk around me until he's standing right in front of me and tilts my head up towards him. "You and I both know you would've tripped on that rock anyways" he whispers against my lips causing me to shudder. The intensity of his words and actions mixed with the cool crisp air in this open area giving me goosebumps.
He places a chased kiss on my pouted lips that try to respond to his but he's pulling back before I can even try to deepen it. "Okay, you can open them" he say, now standing behind me and I once I open my eye my breath is instantly taken away.
"Jungkook" I whisper, a recreation of a beautiful white gazebo covered in twinkling lights and vines full of white roses accompanied by a table for two is the scene I'm met with. The warm glow scatters across the pathway as he ushers me closer. I turn around to face him once we've taken a closer look and I can see how nervous he looks after having revealed his hard work he had put together for the night.
"You remembered" I say, blinking back the tears that I feel are no doubt making my eyes gloss over. "Did I do a good job?" he asks while he rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his that always makes this strong confident man turn into a shy teenage boy, melting my heart and making me fall in love with him all over again.
"It's perfect!" I say, going on my tippy toes and kissing him, hints of how I'll show my appreciation to him when we're alone again lightly laced through it.
"It's almost as if we're in the actual movie!" I say, walking inside of the gazebo and admiring how much attention to detail he's put into this. "No wonder we've been watching A Cinderella Story so often" I say, now connecting the dots and finally figuring out why he had been so sneaky recently.
"What? Can't a man just simply like a movie?" he playfully scoffs, walking closer to me and wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me close. "Thank you" I say and he hums in response. "Happy Birthday Darling" he replies, leaning down and rubbing his nose against mine.
He pulls back and waves someone forward that had been hiding in the shadows and when I turn around I realize he's somehow managed to get a stringed quartette for the night. "Jungkook this is too much" I say, knowing that stuff like this definetly isn't cheap.
"Don't worry, I only booked them for half an hour" he says making me laugh at his ways of trying to explain away how much he's spent on me the entire day as he's bought me almost everything I've so much glanced at, even when I asked him not to.
I turn around and take a couple steps closer to the table and see the candles just waiting to be lit accompanied by my drink of choice on ice.
"You-" I start off, turning around to face him but notice he's holding a white gift box wrapped with a white satin bow. "Jungkook" I scold, remembering how I told him to stop buying things for me already. "This is the last thing I promise" he says and I give him a warning glance before tugging on the ribbon and opening the lid and what I see inside really makes me want to cry this time.
"I don't deserve all this" I say, tears welling up in my eyes and he panics and places the box on the table. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry" he says, pulling me closer and placing a kiss on the crown of my head.
"You've been treating me like a princess this whole day and then you not only do that but then plan all of this as well? Even down to the smallest details" I say, pulling away from him and reaching back into the box to pull out the beautifully, intricately designed pure white masquerade mask.
"Well I did want to give you your own Cinderella Story for your birthday since I know it's your comfort movie. You do deserve this darling, and so much more" he say, wiping a stray tear off my cheek. "You even had us get breakfast at a diner this morning too" I chuckle and he does so right along with me.
"What's wrong with that? Sam worked at a dinner in the movie right?" he asks and I nod my head in confirmation. "I should've known something was up when I saw roller skates" I say, joining along in his laughter.
"You're just lucky I didn't try to get Hillary Duff over here to take your order" he teases poking me in the side which gains him a wack in the arm that he so dramatically responds to by faking a wince. "I would've preferred Jennifer Coolidge. She was so mean to Sam in that movie I would've loved to see her slip and fall in roller skates again" I wink and he continues laughing at my devious words.
"You know she's like 60 years old now right? She could fall and break her hip" he says and I wave him off. "She's 62, she's not that old. If you're talking like that about her then you better start counting your years grandpa" I say patting him twice on the same bicep I hit earlier.
"You're a little trouble maker you know you" he says, and tries to corner me. "Yes, yes I do. Don't get ahead of yourself though Daddy, we have company" I say, nodding towards the four who have been giving us a backing track to our nonsensical interaction.
"Careful Bunny, you shouldn't be throwing words like that out in the open. I'm not opposed to bending you over that little table" he threatens and I visibly gulp, having forgotten exactly who I'm dealing with. "You know" I squeak out before clearing my throat, "You know you still haven't asked me to dance" I say and he smirks and steps back, giving me some breathing room and grabs the mask.
"May I" he asks, holding it up so he can put it on me and I respond by turning my back to him so he can tie it. Once he's done his hands trail down my body and rest on my waist while he leans in and places some feather light kisses along my neck.
"Jungkook" I breathe out, trying but failing at adding a sterner tone to it. "Yes darling?" he asks, running his nose along the column of my neck. "A dance, just a dance" I say regrettably, lost in the feeling of him touching me like this but too embarrassed to let any of this go any further.
He sighs against my skin before placing one more kiss this time under my ear and then twirling me around before dipping me into a low heated kiss.
He stands back up and steadies me on my feet, still feeling a little woozy from the unexpected motion. He laughs and keeps a hold of my waist so I don't stumble before pulling me close and into that dance that I had mentioned.
"You still didn't ask me" I grumble and he chuckles before pulling away, doing exactly as Austin Ames had done with his princely bow. "May I have this dance?" he questions and I wait a moment as if contemplating it and when he cocks his brow at me I immediately take his hand and he whisks me off my feet and twirls us about the small space.
"Jungkook put me down!" I giggle and he slow his turns to a stop and places me back on my feet. "Are you trying to make me sick or something?" I ask in reference to all of the dipping and twirling and his casual efforts that just continue to take my breath away.
"Not unless it's lovesick" he chuckles, placing a kiss on my forever pouted lips and walking over to pull out my chair.
We continue the night with a candle lit dinner and his continued efforts to make me laugh and it's at that moment that I truly, with my entire heart hope that we will spend the rest of our lives together...
And maybe in the next one too if he's lucky.
Series Masterlist
Taglist: @jkslipppiercing @trina864 @kaitieskidmore97 @goddesofimortality @coolbluedude @coralmusicblaze @whoa-jo @00frenchfries00 @pastelpinkjoon @joonwater
Taglist continued in reblogs on my second blog @ahgasegotarmy116recs
Join my Taglist!
Feel free to fill out the form or just comment on any of my fics to be added :)
#jungkook fanfic#jungkook#fanfic#fanfiction#kpop#jeon jungkook#bts jungkook#bts#kpop fanfic#ask#jungkook x reader#jungkook x original character#jungkook x you#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x oc#jungkook and you#jungkook and reader#jungkook bts#just take it drabble#just take it ask#just take it#jti ask#jti
90 notes
·
View notes
Text
Paper Cranes
Osamu Dazai x Reader
fandom: bungo stray dogs
I've had this fic idea in my head since Christmas, and finally finished it up when I was supposed to be doing my homework. (Help I've started grad school and I already regret everything.) Also I've never written for Dazai before, so I'm a little nervous as to how this will be received. Anyway I hope you enjoy!
warnings: fem reader, a bit of profanity because learning origami is hard damn it, Reader is a bit insecure but she tries, and Dazai is a little shit who loves attention || words: 2.1k
It’s nearly an hour after closing when he finds you, still hunched over at your desk.
The rest of the agency has gone home, the first rays of the setting sun streaming through the windows. He’d left a few minutes ago, just to kill time at the café until you’d finished your work. But it’s been nearly a half hour by now, and Dazai’s starting to get a little antsy.
He just wants to spend the rest of the day strolling through the city without a care in the world, with you at his side. So what’s taking you so long?
But you don’t seem to be doing paperwork like you were when he’d left; instead you’re focused on a piece of colorful paper in front of you. A shade of green, folded in half on both sides with a few messy creases down the surface.
You haven’t even noticed him yet, too engrossed on the little piece of paper. Folding it in half again, before tucking the sides underneath the top flap. Eyes dart back and forth between the paper and a little book sprawled open at your side; your tongue pokes out the corner of your mouth as you fold the sides of the paper to meet the crease in the center.
As quietly as he can (and he actually tries to be, Kunikida would be so impressed if he saw him now), he makes his way towards your desk. Careful not to disturb you, although you seem to be lost in your own little world. You don’t even realize his shadow’s crossing your own on the floor.
Are you…?
His suspicions are confirmed when you pull the top half of the paper back, forming a long diamond shape with the sides tucked in. The wings of a crane, albeit a little messy. And slowly but surely, he can feel the corners of his mouth pull up in a smile—you seem to be doing really well so far…
But then you tug just a bit too hard on the second flap, tearing the paper straight down the middle. You stare at the broken pieces in your hands, lips parted slightly, unable to tear your gaze from
“…Fuck it.”
You shake your head with a sigh, toss the pieces in the trash with a little more force than necessary—and nearly jump out of your skin when you see Dazai standing just a few feet away from your desk.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he says with a smile (and noticing the way your bottom lip trembles between your teeth), “I thought you’d be done by now, no?”
“Ah…”
Your eyes dart almost nervously back to your desk, as though you’re just now realizing you haven’t been doing any actual work for the past fifteen minutes or so. Your chest heaves with a sigh, arms stretched out in front of you as you roll your shoulders.
“Sorry, just killing some time. Anyway, you wanna head out now?”
But his eyes are fixed on the little trash can beside your desk, and the multi-colored scraps of paper decorating the top. Your cheeks flush with heat as he glances back up at you, a playful smile on his lips.
“I didn’t know you had a thing for origami!”
“I…don’t.” Your throat feels unnaturally tight when you swallow. “I’ve never done it before, I thought I’d try it out, but…”
Turns out it’s actually much harder to do than it looks. Turns out that, no matter how many instructional books and videos you follow along with, you can’t seem to grasp even the most basic concepts. For the love of God, it’s folding paper into different shapes—how hard could it possibly be?
Very fucking hard, as a matter of fact.
You’re about to slap the little book closed and shove it back under the stack of paperwork on the corner of your desk (you know, what you should be working on instead), when a shadow blocks out your sun. Dazai hums to himself as his eyes skim the instructions, the little detailed pictures above the words, bold and dotted lines to mark each fold and crease.
Then he shakes his head with a laugh. “No wonder, they left out a few important steps…”
Your mouth falls open as he grabs a random chair (probably the one from Kunikida’s desk) and plops down right beside you, his elbow brushing against your own. He takes a small slip of paper from the stack in front of you—pure white this time—and gives you a smile that makes your heart leap in your throat.
“I can show you the right way to do it, if you’re interested?”
You don’t have the strength to deny him, even when he uses that familiar teasing tone. You simply nod your head and grab another sheet, a light pink shade that’s easy to see any creases you’ll make.
He waits until your eyes are back on his to start your little lesson. Folding the paper vertically, horizontally, diagonally until eight little creases stare back at you. He nods when you’re finished; the silent praise sends your heart hammering in your chest.
“Now shift it like this”—he turns the paper diagonally—“and tuck the sides in like this. Like you’re making a smaller diamond shape.”
He folds the paper so elegantly, so beautifully, you almost don’t realize he’s talking to you. You swallow and follow his lead. A bit shaky with your creases, but at least now you have a diamond shape that roughly mirrors his own.
“…Looks like a frog’s legs, huh?”
That gets a laugh out of him. “Wanna learn how to make little frogs next, huh?”
“If you don’t mind teaching me,” you answer with heated cheeks.
“I’d be delighted to! But one thing at a time. If you can make a crane, you can make anything.”
If you say so. Dazai can be incredibly convincing when he wants to be. Has a habit of pumping you up over the smallest of tasks. Sometimes it’s helpful (when it comes to handing in paperwork on time), other times it’s overbearing.
“See this middle line right here?” A finger slides over the crease in the white diamond. “Fold these edges so they meet in the middle.”
Seems easy enough. Now both papers look like little kites.
“Now what?”
“Take the top corner and fold it down. On both sides.”
Wait a minute. “…Could you repeat that?”
“This corner,” he points to the top of the kite shape, “fold it over like this.” He angles it down, creasing it down to meet the line in the middle.
“But…why?”
Must be one of those extra steps he mentioned, you don’t remember anything like this in all the books or worksheets you’ve read through. But you don’t really see the point in this one. Won’t the crane still look the same if you don’t do this part?
“Here, I’ll show you.”
Dazai presses down on the newly made fold, before folding it back up to maintain that kite shape. He flips it around and glances over at you; you jump and take it as your cue to continue, following his lead with shaky hands.
“See? You got it.” He gives you a smile, and you swear you feel your heart leap in your throat.
…Stop looking at his hands.
But you can’t help it—they just look so dazzling against the paper. His fingers glide against the surface, tucking each corner perfectly, pressing along the sides with just enough pressure… He’s built up quite a bit of experience, with all the paper airplanes he’s made out of his paperwork (along with Kunikida’s and Atsushi’s).
A snicker pulls you from your daydream, and your cheeks flush with heat when you see his eyes fixed on your face.
“Don’t daydream on me now, love, we’re only halfway done!”
You clear your throat and glance back at the kite shape in your sweaty hands. “What’s next, huh?”
“Now open it up, tuck these edges in, and it looks like this.”
You follow his lead, eyes darting back and forth between your paper and his—and you have to admit, folding the edges is much easier now with that extra top crease he’s made. The kite slowly stretches into a longer diamond, with two thick flaps on top and two skinny tips on the bottom.
“Fold these in, so it’s a thinner shape.”
You fold the edges of each side into the middle, a small smile donning your features. This is further than you’ve ever gotten on your own. Maybe all you needed was a damn good teacher.
“Alright, see these little tips?” Dazai taps his finger against each one. “You’re gonna bring them up to the same height as the top one, like this. Then the next one…”
He folds each tip upwards, meeting the top flap and pressing down on the crease.
“And now you’ve got a cute little crown!”
A laugh bubbles up in your throat as he holds it above your head, even more so when you see a soft smile on his face. You don’t have the heart to brush him away, even as you focus on your own paper. It’s a little uneven and bent a weird way, but when you’re done you hold yours up and over his head as well.
“Like this, huh?”
“Perfect,” he says, and your heart skips a few beats. “Now, which one’s your favorite?”
His finger dances back and forth between the smaller tips of each crown. You pause, and then point to the one on your right side, closest to him.
“That one? Alright, take it like this…and fold it down. Now he’s got a little head.”
He shows you with his own, expertly folding the tip down to crease right down its middle, bending it to give the little paper a head. Yours is a little clunky (you’ll never understand how he moves his hands the way he does), but it still gets a smile out of him.
“And spread his wings slowly…”
Slowly, carefully, each delicate wing pressed between your fingers.
“…Ta da! Say hello to your new little crane!”
Dazai holds up his own, a perfect white bird with no corner or fold out of place. The prime example of a paper crane.
Yours is roughly the same thing, with a few beginner mistakes thrown in. A slight tear on his nose, his head hanging a bit too low, and he doesn’t stand on his own when you place him down. But he’s here, right in front of you, next to Dazai’s own crane. To be honest…
Not bad for your first try.
“…Here, take it.”
In all your years of knowing him, you can’t recall ever seeing Osamu Dazai stunned into silence. It almost makes you laugh, the way his mouth tightens into a line, his soft brown eyes unusually blown wide. It looks…kinda cute on him.
He’s still staring at you, so you take the lead and grab his hand, careful of the bandages around his wrist, and place the tattered pink crane in his palm.
“I…I wanna give it to you.” You can feel your face start to burn, but force the words out anyway, no matter how stupid they sound. “So here, take it. It’s for you.”
It’s not perfect, nowhere near it. It’s messy and crumbled in some places, and the more you look at it the more you wonder if this is a good idea after all. If he would even want something like this in the first place.
But then his hands close over the crane and hold it up to his face, inspecting each and every crease and fold. You hold your breath, nails sinking into the corner of the desk.
You’re three seconds away from snatching the thing out of his hands and taking everything back—but then he places it on the corner of his desk, propped up against a stack of paper so it won’t fall over.
“No fair if you give me yours,” he says with a smirk, “and I don’t give you anything in return!”
So he slides his own paper crane towards you, urging you to take it. It almost makes you want to cry, the soft way he looks at the pink crane on his desk, tracing his finger along the edges. You hold his own crane close to your chest, before placing it on the corner of your desk, its nose touching the pink one’s.
“…Thanks, Dazai.”
The smile he gives you sends a swarm of butterflies straight to your stomach. And when it’s time for you two to finally leave the office, with the last rays of the sunset streaming through the window, you can’t help but steal one last look at the little pair of cranes, right there on your desk, their noses brushing against each other’s.
A perfect sight to walk into tomorrow.
The thought makes you smile, as Dazai’s hand slides into your own, and the two of you close the door behind you.
#osamu dazai#dazai x reader#osamu dazai x reader#dazai x you#dazai x y/n#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungo stray dogs x you#bsd x you#bsd x y/n#bsd x reader#bsd fics
76 notes
·
View notes
Note
Edging Jungwon till he cries?
Milk ┃Y.JW
sub!jungwon x dom!reader
yn punishes jungwon for touching himself
cw: handjobs, orgasm denial/delay, edging, kissing, mommy kink, yn calls jw kitten, cum eating, crying, over stimulating, dacryphillia, cock rings.
wdct: 530
i rlly didn't know how to make a full fic out of this so it's rlly short. sorry 😔
═════════════
Third Person POV~
"M-Mommy please... I've been so good.. Let me cum.." Jungwon is pent beneath you, you're straddling his thighs and his wrists are tied to the headboard with your favorite blue silk ties. You've probably been here for only fifteen minutes now, and Jungwon's already a whining mess, squirming and begging beneath you.
"Oh, but kitten we're just getting started." You laughed seductively, making Jungwon shiver. You trail the coffin shaped length of your nail down his length, running over the baby blue cock ring that's sitting prettily against his rosy flesh.
You're fully clothed, having just come straight home from work, pantsuit now slightly wrinkled from the position you're sitting in. You found Jungwon playing with himself and you decided to punish him just for fun.
Now he was begging to cum, and you weren't planning on letting him any time soon.
You wrapped your hand around his length, stroking him with a slightly fast pace, the melodic sounds of your silver bracelets clinking echoing with every flick of your wrist.
He squirmed beneath you, wanting to move his legs but being unable to with your weight on top of him. His cock is dripping precum, and the rosy red color of his tip reflects his need to cum.
Everytime he gets even remotely close, you stop, and it's unbearable. "Mommy... Please.. I wanna cum.." He's near tears and it turns you on even more. The way he's pulling against the silk ties, the way his cock is twitching against the air, and the way his hair falls into his eyes. It's all so hot.
"Jungwon... Baby, your begging is useless.. Bad boys get punished don't they?.." He nods at your question, though he's still sniffling. It's clear he's in shambles.
You continue tugging at his aching erection and he moans loud, writhing beneath you. "Mmm.. fuck.." He whines, bucking his hips into your hand as you pull away yet again, ripping him from yet another orgasm.
He cries this time, fat streams of tears rolling down his cheeks as he sobs, his cock twitching pitifully. "Please... I can't take it anymore.. It hurts.. Let me cum, please.." He's now pleading and your heart is hurting watching him cry.
"Oh, my precious kitten... You're so pitiful, baby.." You smile, leaning down to kiss him as he kisses back eagerly, whimpering against your lips.
"You wanna cum that bad? Hm?" You ask as he nods. "Yes, please mommy.. Wanna cum so bad."
You smile at his earnest, wiping his tears as you take his length into your hold once more, fisting his tip as you rub it mercilessly, watching him buck against you.
"I-I'm gonna c-cum..." He sobs, moaning loudly as you stroke him faster, watching his load shoot from his blushed tip, landing either on your hand or his abdomen. "Good boy.. So much cum, kitten..."
You pull your hand away, dragging your fingers through his cum before sliding them into his mouth. He moans around your digits, sucking them clean.
"Perfect.. Good kittens always finish their milk.."
═════════════
im not into mommy/daddy kinks but i felt like this might be fitting idk. hope this was okay.
#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard headcanons#enhypen hard thoughts#enha smut#enhypen smut#jungwon smut#yang jungwon#jungwon hard thoughts#jungwon hard hours#enha jungwon#jungwon drabbles#jungwon imagines#jungwon fic
97 notes
·
View notes
Note
i just realized that we haven’t actually seen till talk. like, maybe i missed it and it’s somewhere hidden on the patreon, but i’ve only seen interviews from mizi, sua, ivan, and luka. so we’ve never actually gotten a chance to hear from his mouth what he thinks or feels—and it’s so bizzare to realize this bc he’s so utterly expressive in his music that i felt like i already know him, that i’ve seen his heart. anyways, i’m bringing this up because i’m also realizing that i can’t read him at all right now after round 6. not conclusively at least. i don’t think anyone really knows him really, we only see him through ivan’s eyes or through till’s love for mizi, but very little about himself. idk i think it’s interesting and i think it’s really up in the air how till reacts to luka. i think he might surprise everyone again
[I found this in my drafts!!! I'm so sorry for replying late, a lot of things ended up piling up.... this shares basically the same sentiment w one of my previous posts but here it is anyway]
That's one of the things I've been anguishing over since February! We don't know what Till is thinking, we don't know how he feels about everything so far, if he's even capable of feeling anything at all in these circumstances. There's a plethora of Ivan content we can use for analysis, but Till has barely had any arts center on him at all. It makes sense, of course. Ivan and Luka must be PR darlings with their well-behaved, perfect personas and charismatic facades. Mizi and Sua were simply two lovely girls enthusiastic to share their dreams with the world before everything inevitably fell apart. They're perfect for interview. Out of everyone participating in Alien Stage, Till is the most elusive because he actively fights back against publicity. Even in TOP 3 he's running away from the set, forced into position, and when the camera gets near enough, he covers it with his hand. There's no doubt that many alien journalists avoid interviewing Till in fear of him biting their hand off or something. He hates aliens, that's a solid fact. There's no way he'd play nice and entertain them for an interview. Even in his currently disassociative state he'd be unable to answer any interview questions, and he doesn't have a good public image to uphold so he wouldn't care anyway. What a guy. Bearing so much of his heart and so little of his mind.
#SORRY I FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS!!!??? AGGHH IM SORRY ITS SO LATE#alnst#alien stage#alien stage till#asks
55 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ink
part 1
Chris Sturniolo x Female Reader series
Tattoo Artist!Chris Sturniolo x Tattoo Artist!Fem!Reader
Warnings !! : Fingering, p in v, praising, pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), drinking, i dont really know what else so lmk if i missed something
Summary : You and Chris had been working together as tattoo artists for quite some time now, probably about 2 years. You've always had a little bit of feelings for him in the back of your head, but you've convinced yourself that the feelings aren't real. Though, you can't help but feel jealous as Chris always flirts with every single one of his clients.
Authors note : Sorry for not posting 😭 anyways, if anyone likes this then ill probably write another part !! enjoy :3
You currently sat in your room, bored out of your mind. You scroll on your phone, trying to find something to do. Your attention is caught as you see a new text message from Chris appear at the top of your screen. "Hey, I'm about to head out to a party. You wanna come?" It reads. Chris would often invite you to come with him to parties, though you rarely said yes due to being busy. However, right now, you had nothing to do.
You smiled as you sent him a text agreeing to go with him. You sat up, walking to your closet and picking out an outfit. You tried your best to get ready quickly, swiftly applying your make up. Once you're finished, you take one last look at yourself in the mirror before heading out.
You arrive at the party, walking in, looking around for Chris. You eventually find him, in the kitchen, a red plastic cup sat in his hands. His eyes light up a little as he sees you, "Hey loser." He says, smiling slightly. You roll your eyes at him playfully before responding. "Hey dummy. Are you having fun?" You ask him, pouring yourself a drink. You stand next to him, taking a sip of your drink. Chris shrugs dully, "Yeah, I guess. The party's alright. Kinda boring, maybe it'll be funner now that you're here." Chris takes a sip of his drink, looking at you, smiling. "Maybe," You mumble in a quiet tone, looking at him.
You and Chris just talked for a bit, you guys seated on a couch in the living room. You're rambling about whatever, that's when you feel Chris shift his hand to your thigh. You slightly freeze, shutting up quickly. You don't know if he did that on accident, or on purpose. Either way, you could feel yourself growing more flushed. You stare at Chris, having nothing more to say.
You watch as his other hand moves to your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek softly. "You know, I've always though that you were so pretty." He states in a gentle but flirty tone. You only feel the blush on your face spread. "R..really?" You mumble out in a slightly stunned tone. He nods a little, before pulling your face closer to his.
You and Chris' lips meet, your hand moving to his jaw as he kisses you. The kiss grows more passionate over time, and one thing leads to another. Now you're in a random bedroom with him, on the bed, with him on top of you. He kisses down your neck, his fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt. Chris looks up at you for approval, in which you nod back. He takes your shirt off, admiring your body for a minute, before going back to kissing your neck.
Your hand runs through his messy hair, you let out a low groan. He kisses back up to your lips, before pulling away again to take his own shirt off. You grab at his belt desperately, which causes him to pull away, looking into your pleading eyes. "You're really that desperate for me, huh?" He says in a teasing tone, before pulling off his belt.
You take off your own pair of jeans you had on, watching as he takes off his own. He gets back on top of you, kissing your neck again. He pulls your underwear to the side, pulling away from your neck and watching you as he starts to rub light circles on your clit. He smirks as he feels how wet you are. He hears you whimper, applying more pressure to his touch. He slips a finger into you, causing your breath to catch in your throat. After a bit, he slips another finger into your entrance. "There you go, princess. Gotta get you ready for me." He says, still smirking as he listens to your whimpers.
You let out a whine as he removes his fingers from your core, watching as he gets up and takes his boxers off. You swallow, his tip leaking with precum. He gets back on top of you, placing a light kiss on your lips. He slowly pushes himself into you, letting out a low whimper at the feeling. He strokes your cheek gently as he steadily moves his length into you. "It's okay, sweetheart..." He whispers in a soft tone.
Chris gently kissing your neck once it's fully in, "There you go... good girl..." He groans, continuing to kiss your neck as he thrusts slowly. You let out a moan, in which he places a warm hand over your mouth. "Shh baby... there's a lot of people here..." He whispers to you, causing you a nod and whimper against his hand.
His thrusts grow faster as he continues, trying to keep his own moans down as well. It's not long until you feel yourself grow closer to finishing. Chris feels your walls tighten against him, sensing that your close. He picks his pace up, trying to get you closer to releasing. You let out a loud moan against his hand as you feel the knot in your stomach break. He doesn't finish much longer after you do, burying his head in your neck to muffle his whimpers. He pulls out of you, before laying down next to you. "I've wanted to do that for so long, princess." He says in a breathless tone, watching as you let out heavy breaths.
#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader
55 notes
·
View notes
Text
fix you too - jake seresin ; ch 2
(loosely based on 'fix you too' - megan moroney ft. kameron marlowe)
Summary: Jake had a summer fling the year he graduated from Top Gun, but what he doesn't know is that she's still in Miramar with more than just a fleeting memory of the green eyed pilot. (multi-part series!!)
Word count: 1,100+
Warnings: no use of y/n, some assumption about size, reader is gendered afab (but I promise I'm trying to get better at the neutral tone!), mentions of pregnancy/single parenting
A/N: This is the first reader fic I've posted in almost 10 (!!!) years, please be gentle. (I'm rusty as F*CK) anyways, I'm head over heels for the top gun universe and my husband makes fun of me for it, so this is my creative release (: pls enjoy
A/N part two: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST 😭 and I know it's not very long but I'm currently writing chapter 4 already!! I've just been so absorbed in my externship that I haven't had time to share. the next few chapters will be much longer once May is over!
previous chapter. next chapter.
Three years earlier…
Jake cradled the side of her face as a distant look crossed his, green eyes wandering across her features as he took a moment of pause. How the hell was he supposed to tell her that he just got an assignment for 6 months, the same length of time they've been seeing each other, and he ships off tomorrow…
“I'm leaving…” His voice was low and raspy, as if he had a hard time getting the words out. His thumb grazed her cheek bone.
Never had it been so hard for the lieutenant to break away from one of his flings.
She just blinked at him, her mouth falling open and closed in an attempt to make words, but nothing came. She could almost feel her heart shattering inside her chest as it began rabbiting against her ribcage. Her eyes frantically searched his face for anything else to go off of before she muttered a very reserved, “Okay.”
Jake winced at how that one word felt heavier than the world, “Sweetheart, I'm so sorry.” The ocean lapping at their ankles became increasingly colder as he could feel her withdrawing. His voice wavered before he took a deep breath to continue, “It's a six month deployment, I just don't want to keep you waiting.”
She bit her lips anxiously and said, "I-It’s okay, Jake. I get it.” Her hand reached up to pull his hand away from her face, her fingers lingering around his wrist for a second as she looked up at him. A chaste kiss was pressed to his cheek and she turned to walk out of the water, making her way to her SUV in the parking lot instead of gracing the bar again.
Silent tears streamed down her face as she ignored Jake calling out to her from the beach, not noticing the tears also streaking his face as the one person he thought he could love forever just walked away from him…
Jake had only been ashore for a couple days now, his new assignment coming down the pipeline while he was still aboard the ship. Top Gun, special detachment, no further detail until the day of. This was just the kind of mission Jake lived for.
He smiled as he pulled into the familiar setting, parking his truck in the back forty of the lot because he didn't want to take up too much room for other patrons. The California coastal air hugged him as he pushed open the truck door. There was just something different about the sunsets on North Island that always made him feel welcomed.
Though that warm feeling quickly faltered when he looked up, and was met with the sight of an eerily familiar silver SUV parked closer to the docks. Jake shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to erase the image from his mind because he was surely dreaming right now… There's no way she's still here all these years later, right?
Jake swallowed thickly as he closed the door to his black Silverado, replacing the frown on his face with his typical cocky smile as he saw Javy wave him down from the doors of the Hard Deck. His fellow pilot had two beers in hand and was beckoning him to the dartboard.
Jake was determined not to dwell on those thoughts as the two men reminisced for a while. Even though Javy tried many times to beat the Texan pilot, even going so far to block his view… Bullseye. Every time. Jake conceded and offered to buy Coyote a beer to sooth his sore losing streak.
With a sly smile laced on his lips, Jake shook his head with a laugh and pushed through the doors of the Hard Deck so he could retrieve his wallet from his truck. Once he looked up, the air inside his lungs seized as he recognized the sight before him.
He would've known that laugh anywhere, the way the curve of her silhouette cast a shadow along the silver SUV as she busied herself in the backseat. There was no denying now that the suspicious vehicle belonged to someone he had only dreamed of seeing again. The sight made the smile vanish from his lips as he debated approaching her or just heading to his truck, the latter would've been the safest bet but he cursed internally as his feet carried him towards her.
He paused hesitantly in his pursuit when she closed the back door of her car and rounded the back side to close the hatch too. His reflection in the tinted glass caused the woman in front of him to freeze completely, the confidence in her posture quickly shrinking as she spun around and braced herself against the vehicle.
Her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out before she closed it quickly, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she blinked back at him. Her inability to say something to him made the heartbeat in his ears unbearably loud as he took a hesitant step towards her. His eyes trailed up and down her for a moment before he said anything.
“As I live and breathe… Is that really you?” Jake asked quietly, his southern drawl was thick as he willed his voice not to crack. His heart raced and all the hairs on his body stood at attention under her panicked stare.
Her voice wavered slightly as the only word she managed to get out was his name, her expression was almost scared and it only served to make Jake's brows furrow further. She glanced nervously into the back of the SUV again, internally cursing herself and hoping that he hadn't seen her with the child, but it was in vain as his seafoam green eyes followed hers immediately.
He shifted his weight onto one foot when he returned his eyes to her face, the smallest genuine smile toying at the corners of his lips. “You look fantastic,” He drawled slightly, taking another step forward so that he was standing just a couple feet away from her. “The kiddo belong to a friend?” Jake asked softly, seeing more of the situation than she had hoped.
She laughed nervously as one of her arms snaked around her exposed mid-section, an anxiety induced habit from suddenly feeling too exposed in this swimsuit. Her other hand braced itself against the back of her vehicle, drawing absent-mindedly in the sandy bumper. “Uh, no… She's mine, actually.” Her eyes met his, her mind racing as she resisted the urge to say ‘and yours’ inside her brain.
#jake seresin#jake seresin x reader#top gun#top gun maverick#plus size reader#jake hangman seresin x reader#jake seresin fic#jake hangman seresin#fix you too series#tg:m#jake seresin ff#glen powell
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
I frickin love my Aus Sally, i purposely made her the opposite of how the fandom majority sees her and I love her now lol.
I feel like the Creepypasta fandom has this overly Pure and innocent view of Sally, with the frilly dresses bows and sweet innocent attitude even not allowing any shipping with her as odd as that is.
I've seen many people headcannon her as Aroace Wich Is fine if you just like it or are even self projecting a bit cuz I've seen people do but, butttt ive also seen a pretty big amount of people headcannon her as Aroace specifically because of the SA in her story, and that's never really sat right with me just cuz it kinda sends the message of
If you've been SA'd in the past you'll never feel love or want to even think of anything romantic or sexual again. Which admittedly can happen as a trauma response but it's not all the time people have many different trauma responses and for my Sally I wanted to lean away from that.
My Sally isn't some innocent girl who can't defend herself and wears all these frilly dresses and needs to be covered at all times, she's not afraid to wear things like Tanktops crop tops shorts heels and just generally more revealing stuff like most of the fandom tends to portray her as, tho obviously it's not to the overly sexualized and inappropriate type of revealing stuff I'm just saying Sally isn't held back by the SA she's grown up and she's not ashamed of her body and not afraid to wear more revealing stuff like Tanktops as it's not what you wear NO ONE deserves SA or is asking for it just by wearing shorts or a crop top and you shouldn't be expected to be innocent and completely covered at all times it's okay to wear whatever it's up to the adults to not be creepy about it.
She's still girly overall loves pink and ribbons and glitter but she's not some innocent child she knows what happened to her was wrong and she's trying to move on from it and live a normal life, she's also not stupid and can defend herself another thing that buggs me is how many people make characters like Masky or Toby or slender always come to her rescue making sure no man can hurt her again but to me that just takes away her agency, saying she needs all the men in her life to protect her when she can protect herself they should be guiding her and teaching her how to fight properly not just doing it for her.
She also likes romance talk my Sally is Bisexual as just because you were SA'd doesn't mean you can never love or want to be loved again shes a normal bisexual girl who gets crushes and sure she still feels awkward and is very cautious especially around men but still she likes to fantasize about going on dates and getting valentine's gifts and that's okay XD
Uh I hope I explained this well im not trying to offend anyone and I'm pretty bad at explaining my thoughts but I tried sorry it might not come off as I intended so feel free to ask questions I'll be glad to attempt some clarifying.🫠
#art#digital art#creepypasta#creepypasta art#creepypasta au#sally williams#creepypasta sally#creepypasta fanart#crp fandom#crp
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
WIP Wednesday! Whoo!!! 🥳
Tagged by: @nostalgic-woodwind
I'm not sure when this'll take place.
Might be part 2 of IBS, might not be.
Idk! We'll see!
TW: Caregiver burnout, neglect, fighting, arguing, drinking, guilt, hurt, implied death, panic attack.
Drift away: Husk and Angel
"Husk? Are you good?" Angel asks.
"I'm fine." Husk says. "Just...tired," he says. “Between working at the bar and taking care of you, I haven't had a lot of time to myself to just relax.” He explains.
"I know I've been regressing a lot lately, keeping you up." Angel says. “I didn't realize I was stressing you out so much, I'm sorry.” Angel says, feeling rather guilty over it, not that he can help when he regresses, but he should have noticed Husk's stress earlier.
Husk shakes his head. "No, it's not that." He lies. "Just- don't worry about it. I just need to sleep tonight and I'll be fine.” He says.
Angel raises an eyebrow. "Husk, it's fine to admit if you need a break. I know I can be a lot sometimes.”
"You're not, I just- well, you are, but I can handle it, I promise.” Husk insists.
Angel moves his head towards Husk, stretching his neck out a little, leaning over the bar to face him. "Hey, it's okay if you need a break, or just not in the mood to care for me." Angel says. "I can take care of myself for a bit. It's no big deal.”
Husk shakes his head, moving further away from Angel. "When you're little and you need me -"
"Even then." Angel says sternly. "You have to take care of yourself, Husk. If you tell me you need a few hours, I can entertain myself." Angel says. "I have for a few years now, in case you forgot."
Husk looks away from Angel again and shakes his head. "No, I can't just leave you by yourself." He says. "That wouldn't work.”
Angel raises an eyebrow at him. “Why not?”
Husk looks at him again. “You should sit down, you'll hurt yourself leaning over the bar like that.”
Angel frowns, sitting down as he was told. "I've been by myself before, Husk." Angel says. "If it makes you feel better, you can leave me with nuggets or someone else. Charlie probably wouldn’t mind if you left me with her for a bit.”
Husk sighs. “Angel-”
“Husk, you need to take a break every now and then, I'm fine.” Angel insists. “I promise I'm okay.”
"No! I can't leave you alone." Husk says sternly. "I can't!"
"What is wrong with you?" Angel asks him.
"Nothing!" Husk shouts, causing Angel to get off the stool and take a step back. His extra eyes glowing defensively.
Husk sighs. "I-” He huffs, unable to say what it is he should.
Angel looks at him with concern. "Husk…”
"I'm done having this conversation with you." Husk says, "If you really want to be left alone, I'll leave you alone."
Husk starts to walk away, obvious Angel shooting through him…
Angel's frown deepened. "Husk, I didn’t mean to-"
“I said I didn't want to talk about it.” Husk says.
“I'm sorry.” Angel says.
But Husk doesn't respond, he storms off, leaving Angel alone.
Angel feels a pain in his chest.
What did he do wrong?
~~~Husk:~~~
Husk leaves the hotel, not caring what anyone has to say about it...
Not caring if Angel hates him,
Or if Charlie and Vaggie attempt to lecture him about this...
Ic Alastor tears him apart for leaving…
So fucking be it! He doesn't care right now!
A single tear falls down his face…thinking of the last time he left someone…
He quickly wipes it away.
He needs a drink.
~~~Angel:~~~~
Angel sits back down at the bar, not understanding what just happened…
What did he do? Why was Husk so upset with him?
Tears force their way down Angel’s face…
This is all his fault!
He fucked up!
Again!
Made someone else leave him!
Why does he keep doing this- what is he doing!?
"Angel?" Charlie asks, appearing behind him. "What happened? What's wrong? Are you okay?”
Vaggie is next to her, looking just as concerned.
Angel shakes his head. "I don't know- I- I don't- Husk, he-" Angel is trembling, he's not sure why he's reacting this way, he and Husk have fought before but…
But Husk has never left him because of it, and he supposed that's what was freaking him out.
Does Husk not like him anymore?
Was he mad?
Fucking damn it! Why can't he calm down enough to talk about it!?
Maybe Charlie can help him find out what he did wrong…
"Deep breathes, Angel." Charlie says, taking his hand. "Start from the beginning. I'm sure we can work this out."
Angel nods, taking some deep breaths. "It's Husk, he's just been so stressed out from taking care of me... I'm just too much for him sometimes. I guess- I didn't realize that I was...So, I apologized and tried to convince him to take a break but then he started getting mad and-... I didn't mean to upset him." He says. "I don't know what I did! I don't know why he's so mad at me. What did I do?”
"I don’t think you did anything." Vaggie says. "Something else is probably on."
Charlie nods. "Yeah, maybe Husk is just experiencing caregiver burnout.” She says. “And maybe he's feeling a bit guilty about it.”
Angel nods. “Maybe.”
“This isn't your fault, Angel. Just be patient with him, we can talk to him together if that would help." Charlie suggests.
Angel nods. "Yeah...okay."
"We can make a schedule, set times for you to regress, and times for Husk to take breaks, days I can watch you instead. You know I'd take any excuse to take care of you for a few hours." She smiles, causing Angel to roll his eyes, smiling also.
“Everything’s going to be okay, Angel. I promise.” Charlie says. “Once Husk calms down, you two can talk it out and everything will be fine.”
Angel frowns. “But what if he doesn't want to talk to me? What if he's done with me?” Angel asks.
“...Angel.” Charlie says. “Husk…kinda cares a lot about you. He talks about nothing else, he waits eagerly for you to come home every night, his face lights up when you're around. I doubt one little squabble will change any of that.” She says.
“He does? Really?” Angel asks.
“You haven't noticed?” Charlie asks.
Angel shrugs.
“It's true, he cares about you a lot. He loves you.” Charlie says. “I'm sure everything will be fine.”
Angel smiles again and nods. “Thanks, Charlie.”
Charlie offers Angel a hug and he takes it.
It doesn't last too long though, Angel pulls away three seconds later.
“How about we watch a movie while we wait for Husk to come back?” Charlie suggested. “That'll help the time pass.”
Angel nods, arms holding his other arms. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Vaggie let's Charlie take care of Angel, taking him to another room so he can calm down some more.
Caregiver burnout is pretty normal, Vaggie deals with it all the time, and so does Charlie.
But Vaggie wasn't convinced that was all this was... No, something was going on with Husk.
And she was going to find out what it was.
~~~Husk and Vaggie: hours later~~~
Husk walks back into the hotel when he thinks Angel would give up and be fast asleep.
He knew Angel would try to stay up for him…but Angel also has work tomorrow so he can't stay up too long.
He regretted the way he talked to him, he wanted to apologize, but he couldn't face the spider yet.
He can apologize in the morning before Angel leaves.
Angel was only trying to help, this wasn't his fault.
If Husk could just learn to manage stuff better, everything would be fine.
He needs to take care of Angel, who knows what could happen if he doesn't!
His mind feels a sharp pain thinking about what could happen…
He hears glasses moving around near the bar…Niffty must be trying to hide again.
He sighs, Niffty could hurt herself doing that, he had to go over there and stop her, doesn't matter how much he just wants to pass out right now.
But once he makes it in front of the bar he doesn't see Niffty…but Vaggie.
“Hey.” Vaggie pours him a drink and hands it to him. “Rough night?”
Husk looks up at her confused. “What are you doing?”
"When people need to talk, you're there for them. You're always the listening ear, supporting everyone who needs to vent. But, you don't have that. So, I'll be your bartender tonight." Vaggie says. "What's going on?"
Husk sighs. “Is Angel okay?” He asks, figuring that she must have talked to him already.
“Angel's fine.” Vaggie says. “What's going on with you?”
Husk sighs. “I'm fine.”
Vaggie crosses her arms and gives him a look that makes him realize she's not going anywhere. “You're not.” She says. “Charlie thinks you're dealing with burnout, Angel said you refused to take a break. What's going on?”
Husk picks up the drink and closes his eyes. “I need to take care of Angel. He just doesn't understand that, I can't just take a break.”
“Why not?” Vaggie asks.
Husk takes a drink. “Because.”
“Because why?” Vaggie persists.
“Because!” Husk shouts.
“Because why!?” Vaggie asks, matching his tone.
He notices Vaggie’s face deflates.
Going from stern to worried.
The same face Angel had…
They just don't get it!
“...because I've done this before.” Husk admits. “I took care of someone…and the one time I didn't, the one time I said no is when they didn't make it.”
Vaggie's eyes widened. “Husk…what are you talking about?”
Husk has never talked about this before…not to anyone…is he really sure he should let himself be this vulnerable?
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Possum: Fun, right? :D
Just a cheerful lil fic over here.
@todayimfour @trophyxtissues2 @abby5577 @ask-dusty-boy @im-not-paying-my-taxes @stormy-is-hyperfixated @babiegurlmuffin @attagirljessy @legeufygeuber100 @thatswhat24 @hinata-chan-utaitelover
#ittybittysinners#hazbin hotel agere#hazbin hotel age regression#caregiver Husk#cg!Husk#caregiver Husker#cg!Husker#age regressor angel dust#little!Angel Dust#possum's WIP#steven universe drift away song! you know the one.
38 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
efate-notes
this is not my journal.
caphedanang
Cà phê nguyên chất đổi đời Đà Nẵng
itsmedalma
It's me: Dalma
cardocaptor
Sin título
awoogaslashers
Slasherhub