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What, this? Oh, this is my Ruler of Dialectic Materialism—I use it to smack the knuckles of anyone anthropomorphizing technology so they stop feeling warm and fuzzy enough to allow capitalism to ram it further into our lives.
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Title: Train Ticket Madness [pt.1]
Imagine request by avisfortunae @ Wattpad: "I wonder if Snape has ever been on the internet?"
Summary: "Snape is trying to travel by train but in muggletowns all over the country technology is taking over! So now you need a smartphone or a computer to buy a ticket or refill your travel card - Snape, of course, has neither. So he is forced to visit the nearby library to ask for help, with a disgruntled sneer. But there he is met by you - a muggleborn witch/wizard and former student - who gladly but nervously assists the impatient professor." (Summary accepted by the requester.)
Pairing: Snape x Muggleborn Reader
Setting: Public muggle library in a small town
ABBR.: │ (y/n) - Your Name │ (y/l/n) - Your Last Name │ (e/c) - Eye Colour │
Word Count: 4243
Warnings: Some sexual hints, some sensual thoughts, PG13, Swear words
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The library was calm, just the ordinary seniors who were reading the morning newspapers and a few commuters who were waiting for time to pass until they could catch their trains; most likely headed for work or school. You, however, already were at work.
It was a temporary station as a librarian in a Muggle library situated in a sleepy little town where nothing ever happened - but you loved it. The friendly people, the routines, the quiet and the calm. It all suited you rather well actually. Lulling around the little library placing books, helping users and keeping everything organized.
It was quite nice most of the time. When the library users behaved as they should and there were no significant malfunctions in the computer systems - as long as those two things worked then your day usually worked out perfectly fine.
As part of the morning routine; you were just turning on the four computers in the library for users when your usual morning was about to become highly unusual. As you rose from having pushed the little start button on the forth computer you brushed the hair out of your eyes and what you saw stunned you. You were literally shocked into a fixed state.
In the doorway, leading out of the library, stood none other than your previous potions professor. Professor Snape, in all his black glory, stood with a sneer and a disgruntled look that covered his pale face in the doorway of your library. What the devil is he doing here?! The thought crossed your mind so rapidly that you barely had time to register it.
You shook your head, your heart was beating a little harder and you closed your mouth as you had apparently been gawking with open mouth and wide eyes. He's not my professor any longer, he's an ordinary user and he looks to be in need of assistance. That's all, okay (y/n), you can do this.
You put on a professional smile, straightened your back a bit and walked over with as much confidence as you could muster up in your rattled state. But, for every step your feet took your heart beat a little harder, your breaths were drawn a little quicker and you could feel a stupid blush spreading over your chest, throat and face. Despite trying to calm yourself down you were a nervous wreck. Chill, stop, just calm down. There is no way in hell that he knows. Just treat him like any other user.
As you got closer your old professor spotted you and started to move towards you, it only took him three strides and then you were just inches apart. "Professor Snape," you said and he gave a curt nod, "I'm surprised to see you here of all places, how can I help you today?" Your voice was calm and friendly, professional. You, however, felt anything but calm.
Professor Snape gave you a weird expression with a raised eyebrow, "You work here Ms/Mr (y/l/n)?" You nodded and locked your hands in front of yourself. A self-defence thing to physically block out others; that you had been working on getting rid of. Yet the professor intimidated you instantly triggering the habit. "Well," he said with that gruff voice, "I'm in need of a ticket and the infernal machine at the station is turned off or malfunctioning in some way." His voice was low and yet it made you and the air around the professor vibrate with force. His force. The power that you sensed crawled beneath that pale skin of his.
You gave him a wider smile, an attempt to calm yourself a bit in all honesty. "Well just download the app to your phone, connect your email and bank card and then you're good to go, professor," you said with a cheerful voice that barely managed to hide the unstableness you felt. Your pulse quickened still and it felt as though everyone in the damn library could hear your pounding heart.
He gave you another raised eyebrow and you mentally smacked yourself - he probably doesn't have a smartphone; or even a phone... Damnit (y/n), use your head and stop embarrassing him - and yourself for that matter!
You cleared your throat and loosened your hands that had been clenched for a while at that time. "Umh, or you can just use one of our computers to order your ticket. I just started them, please follow me, professor." You turned around and exhaled shakily. You started to walk and the black mass of glorious male fell in behind you. You squared your shoulders slightly, another attempt to calm yourself - you were still failing miserably at that task of course. He did that to you, he had done that to you for many years. Not that he's aware of it. And that's my own fault I guess. But come on, he's unobtainable and closed off. It's not like he'd even ever look at someone like-
"I believe it should be Mr Snape, Ms/Mr (y/l/n). Since I'm no longer your professor there is no need for you to use that term." He said as both of you walked towards the computer you had started only moments earlier; that effectively interrupted your wayward thoughts. Well, I enjoy calling you professor... Mr just sounds, not like you or adequate tot hat power sensation you give of... "Umh, I'd like to keep calling you professor, if you don't mind." You breathed out with caution.
The blush grew ever redder, it made you feel hot and bothered and so damn silly. "Very well, Ms/Mr (y/l/n)." What this man does to me... It's been two years already! I need to just get over these stupid, silly emotions! Pffth, who am I kidding... You can't just get over love, no matter who it is you love or how unreasonable that fucking love is... When the other is exceptionally, annoyingly gorgeous in every damn way it's impossible to get over it. 'innit?
You pulled out the chair for professor Snape as you also moved the mouse and the screen flicked to life. You tried hard to ban your thoughts but they remained persistent as professor dark and dangerous was so damn close to you. You could literally smell him; sage, peppermint and a distinct smell that was all his own. If you could have bottled it you would have. For fuck's sake, this is stupid! But fuck he smells like heaven. Or hell perhaps? I have no idea but I want to bury my face in that chest and just inhale that- wooh tiger, calm down! Your face was getting hotter by the second. You knew nothing good could come from your silly thoughts, only pain and agony. Possibly a muffled orgasm - half-enjoyed in a weird position - in the staff bathroom later...
"Here you go," you said with as much ease as you could force and straightened up as the professor sat down, "the printer is over there and it's free of charge for the first 3 papers." You forced another professional smile for a second before spinning on your heel and heading away from the man clad in black that made your knees weak, your skin burn and your heart pound. Not to mention your mind apparently gorging in heady thoughts not fit for work.
But the retreat was short and you had no time to gather or calm yourself down before the intimidatingly perfect man was stood right behind your back once more. You felt him before you saw him. "Professor?" You said questioningly as you turned around to face him once more. He seemed highly uncomfortable - and that made you curious as hell. What was going on with the otherwise stone-faced man? He almost seemed embarrassed, but that wasn't possible, was it? No, not professor Snape. He'd never be embarrassed, would he?
His gaze shifted slightly from side to side as if he was checking if anybody was within earshot - but you were alone in the furthest end of the library. Hidden among bookcases and displays. "Will you help? I..." He cleared his throat, "I have never- I have never used the computer or the internet's thing..." His gruff voice vibrated through you and for a second you were dumbfounded. You just stood there for a moment until your brain kick-started.
For fuck's sake don't embarrass the man! Speak (y/n)! "You-? Umh, sorry but, what?" Snape narrowed his gaze and you wanted to shrink, fall through the floor or maybe do a little dance? After all, you could help the all-knowing professor Snape with something he was not knowledgeable in. This is just not happening...
"Do you intend to gawk forever or will you be a professional and do your job?" His snarky remark made you giggle and shrink at the same time. It made you weak at the knees and strong pounding erupted, well, somewhere else. "I'll- I'll help professor, excuse me, I'm sorry it's just... Never mind." You walked back to the computer and grabbed a second chair on the way.
"Please, sit." Snape took the seat next to you and the heavenly smell hit you once more, it distracted you on most levels, to be frank. "Umh, well first we need to go out on the internet and type the address for the ticket company," you said as you followed up your words with actions on the computer. "And then we need from and to where your heading, and at what time." The professor looked on the screen, he's leaning closer, isn't he? Fuck that smell again... You inhaled without thinking about it.
"I need to go from this station to, to Cokeworth." You nodded and typed in the destinations - but you could not quite help but wonder as to what was in Cokeworth and why the professor was taking the train? Surely he could just apparate? "Strange apparatus," the professor mumbled beside you as he leaned even closer as he inspected the screen as you typed.
The page loaded, the screen flickered slightly and the alternatives arrived. "Here's your options professor," you said while your eyes were fixed on the screen. The professor's thick, pale hand appeared and he pointed at one option. You would not have chosen that option but okay. You clicked it and the trip appeared. It showed two train changes and then a bus trip.
"Now you just need to pay and print and your good to go." Your voice was cheerful - a giddy feeling filled you since you could actually help the man you adored and held so high - and you turned your head rapidly. Your face very nearly got pressed against the professor's face. He was so damn close you could see the details of his skin and the exact colour variations in his onyx eyes.
Your breath caught and the professor stared into your eyes for a mere millisecond but it was enough. You leaned back so hastily the chair seemed to disappear and you had definitely landed with a hard knock against your back had it not been for professor Snapes eerily fast reaction. He had grabbed your hand and held you up as you laid parallel with the floor yet had not completely fallen thanks to his ice-cold grip around your warm wrist. Where your pulse was pounding as if you had just run a marathon or two - revealing how flustered you were by him.
You looked at his hand, the strong grip the only thing that kept you from falling, and then your eyes wandered up the length of his arm clad in black and all the way up to the professors face. The perfectly glorious face clad in pale skin framed by long black hair with two deep eyes, hooked nose and thin lips as the centrepieces of its composition. So fucking beautiful. His eyebrow arched as you looked a little too long perhaps. Surely the rumours aren't true? About his, his mindreading - are they?
"Your pulse is racing, Ms/Mr (y/l/n). Are you, are you alright?" You shook your head and pulled yourself up with a shaky movement. From almost falling or from his touch? You couldn't quite tell at that moment. "I'm, I'm so sorry professor Snape," your voice was shaking a bit and you felt a bit woozy. Having been so close to his face was apparently a bit of a shock for your whole damn body and mind. Everything was tingling and your mind was actually blank for a moment. That never happened.
Professor Snape let go of your wrist and you instantly felt bereft. But you also became painfully aware of how close you were sitting. His knee was touching yours and if you leaned in just a tad your chin would touch his shoulder. His smell made you woozier and his proximity was just too much to handle when the thought of never getting what you had longed for for so many years hit you as hard as a goblin would pound REJECTED on a pour mans loan application at Gringotts.
You rose from the chair in a panicked movement. It toppled but didn't fall. "I, you, I have, you just need to pay and press print," you stuttered out. Your pulse was truly racing, your heart pounded, the world felt fuzzy while you felt torn apart. In a desperate need to get as far away from the man as you were to get closer to him than his own clothes were. Your head was spinning with thoughts, his smell pressed its way into your nose and you felt helplessly broken for a moment. Memories of longing for him during classes crept up and it made you feel small and unimportant all over again.
"Ms/Mr (y/l/n)? Are you alrig-" "I'm fine!" You held your hands up and backed away as the professor rose from his own chair in sublime composure and grace. "Are you su-" "I'll send Melinda over and she'll help you with your train ticket." The words were rushed out of your mouth and you couldn't look at the man any longer. The perfect man you had before you. I love you insanely, intensely, irrevocably. Forever. I...
You felt hopelessly entangled with your emotions and thoughts, all things were screaming at you to kiss the man or to run away screaming - neither option felt like an actual option. So the thought reappeared as tears were hardly kept at bay by your weak will. I love you insanely, intensely, irrevocably. Forever. But you...
A cold hand lifted your slimmed chin with power. Forced your head to tilt and your eyes to leave the floor. His touch felt different. His face looked different. Stained with horror and something that looked like regret. Or perhaps disgust? You couldn't quite tell. But why was it even there? "(y/l/n)... I, had no idea you felt that way." Your eyes widened, it can't be? Can he read my-? "I can and I apologies for doing so but-" OH MY GOD NO! What have I done?!
Your face turned pale, you felt the red colour leave and a cold sensation took its place. He had just read your mind, but how much had he read? Surely he hadn't, before, had he? You were certain he had not read your mind earlier - those thoughts would have warranted some sort of reaction from the man - had they not? Perhaps you were of so little interest that they meant nothing to him?
You shook your head, it didn't matter. What mattered was that the man you loved above all else had just read your mind as you were silently confessing to those feelings of passion and affection. "(Y/n)," his voice was dark and ruff as he spoke your name, "I apologies, I usually do not pillage or invade others thoughts but you-" You janked your head away to avoid eye contact with the man you were certain felt disdain for your feelings, or perhaps for you. Judging by the look of horror he wore.
"Don't, just, don't. I'll leave." The words left your mouth as the tears dried up without ever having been spilt. You felt disgusted by yourself; simply because of what you read in his eyes a moment earlier when your world had crashed around you. Your fantasy world that is - the world where you were free to be with him and he had wanted you. Now that was all smashed and crumbled. Shot to hell so to speak. Not even your thoughts were you allowed to have of him any longer.
He said something but you didn't have the strength to bear his words and they were muffled out unconsciously as your legs took you away from the computers, through the library and into the staff section where Melinda was sat by her desk - tapping away at the keyboard that you couldn't hear.
You said something to her, she stood up with a strong nod and the next moment you were getting dressed in your own office section. You changed your shoes, put your jacket on and closed the office door. You felt weirdly numb; detached. The world fell away from around you; turned in to a foggy mushy mess of grey. It felt hollow.
You left the building through the back door for staff only and embarked on your walk home - not even remembering your bicycle. Your thoughts didn't even come, it was eerily quiet in your head and your body felt bizarrely disconnected from it. You were just walking apathy without awareness of your surroundings.
Did he really mean that much to you? Were those silly fantasies really that important? Was he truly that essential to your daily life? Yes, yes he is evidently that painfully and alarmingly fucking important to me. Apparently. All this for a stupid ticket. Because of the muggle world using so much technology... Fucking train ticket madness!
You sighed a helpless breath out. Your head sank even lower as your shoulders hunched and it felt for a moment as if nothing could fill the void that took up more and more space in your chest for every step you took away from the library. "(y/n)!" You halted mid-step as your name was called with a deep, gruff voice that echoed around you in the short tunnel you apparently were in. You knew the tunnel but that voice felt otherworldly.
You shook your head and took another step - sure that your broken heart filled your head with hallucinations of the man you loved so deeply. "(y/n)! Stop!" The command stopped you right in your tracks. The voice was stern and brusque, almost harshly bitten out - yet it was not. It sent shivers of pleasure and sorrow down your spine as the wind picked up slightly. Howling and whistling through the tunnel.
"Don't run from me young lady/man," Snape said from right behind you, "not after a confession like that." Your face contorted into a sneer for a second and then you turned; a sharp spin on your heels and you were face to face with him. "I made no confession!" you yelled with a shaking voice, "you read my mind and-" "And I did apologies for that but you-" "You had no right!" Your voice wavered and lowered, "you had no right..."
Your hands were balled into fists and your lip quivered slightly. "I had no right but you gave me no choice." You huffed and turned your face away from the glorious man casting pain and sadness into your life with his internet ignorance and train ticket need. It had been a normal day, you had had a good morning - especially the shower you had indulged in before work that had given you time to fantasies about the man standing before you. Before that whole world crashed. Perhaps that was the last time you came with him on your mind? Probably not, he'd always be there but differently now perhaps?
"(y/n)? You gave me no choice, what did you expect when you acted the way you did?" Your head whipped back so your eyes met. His onyx to your (e/c) ones. "Well, I'm so damn sorry for trying to help you with your train ticket and internet ignorance!" you yelled with a snarly voice, "I'm so damn sorry that this stupid little girl/boy has trivial feelings and stupid little thoughts and ridiculous hopes and absolutely senseless dreams about someone like you! How dare I even think of such an amazing man as you with my tiny brain and feel passion with my worthless little heart?!" His eyes grew darker - how was that even possible?
Your words were harsh, but not towards him. Your words were nastily cruel, but not towards him. Your anger was directed toward him but the callous meaning behind the words was how little you thought of yourself in comparison to the man standing before you who had for years occupied your heart.
"Do. Not. Belittle yourself in that way (y/n). Do. Not. Diminish your feelings in such a manner. I will not stand for such actions by you. Understood?" Snape's voice was a low, vibrating growl. It was amazing you could hear him, yet you heard his voice as clear as your own thoughts. Your own thoughts that were spewing all kinds of horrible scenarios at you as the man you loved seemed to drift further and further away from where you wanted him. With you.
"Well I'm sorry for being a silly little girl/boy with such feelings and thoughts about the perfect professor Snape. I'm sorry I made you take such an important position in such a useless persons life as mine. This little, silly person had obviously no right to fall for such a man... How sickening for you to hear those disgusting thought about love from such a person as me." You could not help but shrink and shake.
You had known your feelings would be not just unrequited but hated by the man whom they were for. So you had never said anything. In the hopes of at least keeping your fantasy world with him as the centrepiece for all things good and lovely.
"I hold no such aversion towards your feelings. Quite the opposite, (y/n)." His hands landed on your shoulders, they were large and heavy yet felt too light. Wait, hold up, what did he just say? "You- you, what?" In that instant, the world seemed to go silent. "I do not dislike, oppose or disapprove of your feelings and thoughts." The words were said slowly and with clarity. But you found them anything but clear. "I- I don't-" "(y/n), stop. I am telling you that I too house those feelings towards you. For a long time now. But you were my student and I never thought such a magnificent person such as you would feel any appeal to a man such as myself."
To you, it sounded as though he managed to squeeze more self-loathing into that second half of a single sentence then you could if you filled a book with it. It shook you to your core. You had never heard his voice as harsh as when he spoke of himself in that short moment of time. "But, you're amazing..." Those were the only words you could extract from yourself as the whole world started to spin with force and full colours once more knowing he was in fact answering your feelings of affection with likewise emotions.
As you looked into his eyes he smiled. It was the first time you had ever seen him smile - in more than a tight tug of the left corner of his mouth - and it kickstarted you. Your eyes watered, your heart pounded and colour flooded your skin once more. Your little words of adoration had made the stern, hard, closed-off man smile. Just the thought of that made your knees weak. No, wait, your knees were shaking and buckling. You were going to fall to the ground at any moment, shit.
But you remained upright. As if by magic. But it was not. "I got you." Those little words of reassurance flooded you with warmth. "Am I dreaming?" 'cus it feels like it... "No. You are not." Without thinking you threw your arms around him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. His smell was inhaled through your nose and you felt another surge of warmth flood you in every way. One arm was laid around your waist - holding you up - and his other hand was placed at the back of your head. He was pressing you even tighter to his body and for a moment you could have sworn he was shaking just as badly as you.
"Severus," you mumbled his name into his neck, "I think I'm gonna pass out." "I got you." You turned your face towards him as he eased up on his grip at the back of your head; you wanted so badly to kiss him. Like you had dreamt of so many times. The thoughts of kissing him invaded your mind but before you could even ask his lips were pressed against yours with desperation and the world exploded in colour and warmth.
I hope you enjoyed this fic! <3 It was only supposed to be about 2500 words but I had lots of fun writing it so it turned out to be over 4000 words - and I might do a part 2 if that's something you guys would want? ^^ Perhaps a little more intimate continuation?
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Manhattan 5
Word Count: 3891
Pairing: Lou Miller x Fem!Reader, Background Platonic Avengers x Fem!Reader
Warning/Rating: Fluff because the world is dark and scary right now. I need fluff. You need fluff.
A/N: Thank you so much for everyone who likes, and follows this story. You guys are amazing. Please leave your reactions, bloody or otherwise, on the comment section. My inbox is open too if you’d like to pop by. Oh, and please note the ff:
1. If there are any grammatical mistakes I’ve still overlooked, I apologize.
2. I’m on a roll right now, since I have time while the city is on lockdown. I hope you guys are staying home and keeping up with protocols. Stay home, read fics. You’re helping your health workers that way. If you’re struggling to see the light, or experiencing anxiety about this pandemic and need someone to vent to, my inbox is open. Given probably time difference, please allow some time for me to reply. If you want to, drop me your Whatsapp, Telegram or wherever I can reach you faster. Be safe. xx
Manhattan Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
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Monday - A week before the Art Week
Most of the preparations for the event are in order with minor details needs ironing out. So, Debbie moved the regular Monday morning meeting to late afternoon since everyone has been working at full capacity the last few weeks. Assigning you to spearhead not only the artists’ acquisition but also the whole opening night was one of the best decisions Debbie ever made. You were hands down one of the most meticulous floor directors she’s ever met, and she has met so many. So it only came as a slight surprise to her when they came in for the meeting to see you snoozing on the conference table.
“What the?” Nine complained when she bumped into Debbie’s back as she loiters at the entrance of the conference room.
“What’s the hold-up?” Daphne said peering behind Constance. Debbie shushed them and continued inside.
Nine laughed as silently as she could when she saw you sleeping on the table, surrounded by different things: your laptop with Nine’s security plan open, the guest list submitted by Charlie and Agatha, the final menu from Tammy, the brochure design mock-up from Daphne and a cold-brew. Nine pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of you with a chuckle.
Lou smacked her softly with a newspaper in the head. Nine glared even though it didn’t hurt.
“She must have been here all morning,” Lou surmised as she looks at your current predicament. Debbie looked at you and then at her best friend.
“I think you should take her home,” she said. She can’t have you burning out before the opening night and that’s in a week time. Lou nodded before she sat beside you and woke you up. It was a testament on how tired you must have been because you were pliant to Lou stirring you out of the room and into her car like you were sleep-walking.
“Uhm, Debbie,” Charlie said as he tries to organize your table. Debbie asked what it is.
***
“She finished everything,” Agatha finished for him.
Charlie nodded. “This one says the security plan is approved, and she finished installing the CCTV. There’s no more blind spot at the back patio,” He read the post-it on Nine’s laptop.
“This one says approved,” Agatha said while showing Tammy’s final menu. “This one says, needs everyone’s signature.” It’s the catering contract they’ve all been sitting on for weeks now.
Everyone then started to pick up post-it notes stuck on their tables.
“Mock-up’s all good and approved. I’ll send it to the printer right now,” Daphne sing-song.
“Mine said, ‘you rock’,” Constance read grinning. Some of them didn’t get notes on their work since they are already done and in order. So you just left them encouraging notes, which they showed off to everybody. Lou left you for a moment in her car to get her laptop to find her friends making such a ruckus because of some post-it notes.
“Lou, did you get a note?” Amita asked smiling broadly at the blonde.
“No.” No one believed her. Especially since Nine could see that Lou’s holding a piece of orange paper on her back. She swiped it out of Lou’s hand.
“Aww, look at that,” Nine says before showing everybody your drawing of a star with a small quote written at the bottom of it.
“Nine, please don’t,” Lou begged before trying to swipe it again from her friend but Constance and Amita were hugging her in place, chanting read it, read it.
“I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star,” Nine read. Lou groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“That’s enough,” Rose swiped the paper out of Nine’s and gave it back to Lou. “That’s sweet. Now, aren’t you supposed to be taking one awesome girl home?”
Lou nodded her thanks, picked her laptop up and gave Nine the finger with a smile before leaving the room. Debbie then asked them to settle down.
***
“And here I thought Ocean’s workaholic,” Daphne teased just as everyone settled down. Debbie playfully rolled her eyes.
“I’m not workaholic. I’m just…” Debbie tried to defend her but struggled to find a word to describe herself.
“A control freak?” Constance teased while typing away in her computer. Debbie threw an eraser on her head that sent everyone laughing.
“Just admit it, you and Y/N are the same,” Tammy joined in. “That’s why they get along well.”
Debbie chuckled. “Like I’m the only one.”
The truth is everyone gets along with you, which isn’t a problem except for Lou. Since then, everyone seems to be trying to monopolize you at work while she’s away to do PR work with Debbie outside of the office. Causing you two to barely see each other in the office, or hang out after work.
That’s the last time Lou was able to spend time with you was two weeks ago. When you showed up on her front door at midnight on a Friday night asking if she could let you crash. You were so tired you fell asleep instantly the moment she pulled you in her arms.
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Tuesday
The sun was high in the sky when you woke up Tuesday. You raised your arm to look at your smartwatch. It reads at 11 o’clock. You bolted upright and rolled out of bed in your haste to go shower. You were halfway towards the bathroom when you stopped on your tracks.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Lou’s teasing voice sounded behind you.
You turned to look at her, and then around the room. You have no recollection of coming to her place at all. The last that you can remember was coming in at work early to go over what needs your approval and whatnot. You also remember finishing them earlier than you expected, so you decided to take a power nap. Everyone was supposed to arrive after lunch anyway, you’d have sufficient time for a nap, and to clean up before the meeting starts.
“How did I get here?” you asked confused.
“I took you home,” Lou said before opening the newspaper in front of her again to cover her face. She thinks you look sinful wearing only your underwear and her huge ACDC shirt. “You know sleeping on the job is unbecoming for you.”
Shit, you thought. “I’m sorry, I was just tired. It wouldn’t happen again, I promise.”
“It wouldn’t because Debbie is…”
“Is firing me?” you gasped. Lou looked at you over the rim of her newspaper then she folded it and put it neatly back on the table.
“Oh, don’t be dramatic, love,” she said smiling. “Debbie’s not firing you but she’s taking charge from here on out.”
“But why?” you asked before sitting down next to your lover on the dining table.
“Because you’ve done enough,” she said before putting waffles on your plate. “You did very well, love but now you’ll have to let the rest of us finish the job. That’s what it means to work in a team.”
You frowned at the delicious looking waffle. Lou is absolutely shit in the kitchen but she makes amazing breakfast. She poured you a hefty amount of coffee too on your favourite mug.
“Okay,” you conceded. Lou smiled as she watches you eat your food quietly. If she’s right, it’ll take a little bit of time before you can truly be okay with Debbie’s decision. Control is really hard to let go of, especially if you specifically built a life in which you have all of it.
“Oh, and you’re on house arrest for today,” Lou said cheerfully. She was so delighted when Debbie called her early in the morning to tell her that you’re not allowed to come into work for the day.
“Don’t sound so happy. She’s not to partake on any strenuous activities for the day that includes sex,” Debbie said seriously over the phone.
“Not even if she bottom?” Lou tried to reason out. Debbie laughed on the other line before yelling no and hanging up.
Nonetheless, Lou’s happy. Finally, after two weeks, she’s going to be able to have your undivided attention. She loathes to admit it but it’s not just about the sex anymore. She truly loves your company, even if all you two could do was watch Netflix and sleep.
“I guess I don’t have much of a choice,” you grumbled with a pout. Lou laughed, it would have been effective if you don’t have waffle sauce on your face. She reached over and wiped it before putting her finger on her mouth.
“Don’t look so glum, baby,” Lou said. “Don’t you want to stay here with me?”
***
Wednesday
You and Lou arrived at work a little late than your usual time in. Thanks to Lou jumping in the shower with you, and positively making shower longer than necessary. If you know what it means. When you arrived at the gallery, Tammy was just serving the brunch she made for everyone.
“Y/N!” she yelled the moment she saw you. You smiled at the woman. For you, Tammy’s one of your closest friends at work. She sweet, funny, and she takes care of everyone. Only Lou thinks that Tammy’s taking extra care with you.
“Hey Tams,” you said as Tammy rubbed her face against your cheeks. Lou gritted her teeth.
She was in a bloody good mood when you two arrived especially since she got to spend a whole day with you, and got to wake up next to you again earlier. It was the kind of morning where she feels like she can conquer the world. Now, not so much. Now, she thinks she can murder a blonde.
“Sit,” Tammy said after forcing you to sit next to Nine who paused her eating to give you a kiss on the cheek too. “Here, I made these especially for you.”
“Ah, Tams. You didn’t have to but thank you,” you said as you look down on the special food, packed just for you. Debbie, Daphne, and Rose watched the scene unfold as well as Lou seething.
“Hey! Why does Y/N’s food always different?” Constance asked after catching a peak of your food. Tammy laughed along with everyone else.
“Ah! I know, I know!” Amita yelled before guessing. “Is it because Lou probably fed her take out all day yesterday?”
“Exactly, Y/N deserve home-cooked meals,” Tammy said before sitting down next to you. Lou schooled her face, sighed in an attempt to reign in her rising temper. It’s too early to engage. She decides to be the bigger person even though she hates it. Just because she can’t cook to save a life doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve you. Right?
***
Thursday
“Tell your girlfriend to take her hands off my Y/N,” Lou whispered beside Debbie as they watch Daphne talk to you about the printed collateral.
“Your Y/N?” Debbie asked softly. “Did you finally grew the balls to actually put a label on what you two are doing?”
“No. Labels are for clothes.” Lou frowned deeper as she continues to watch Daphne gripping your biceps as she laughs animatedly at something you said. Debbie chuckled softly as she watches Lou continuously fuming beside her, while you remained oblivious to her girlfriend’s teasing.
“Stop making that face. You know you’re only giving her ammunition,” Debbie said laughing before walking towards you. Daphne caught Lou’s eye from across the room and winked.
***
Friday
Her friend tested her patience all week long by being overly tactile, and flirty with you. It didn’t help that you were too busy and too oblivious to their advances. Not that she thinks her friends are truly competition but still. She likes to think that you’re hers and hers alone but Debbie’s right; you’re not. Not yet at least.
She was looking forward to today because she wanted to spend the weekend before the art opening on Monday together. She planned to stay the night in your apartment, call for delivery, and maybe catch up on some Netflix shows you two are watching. She plans to take you out to Coney Island for some R&R under the sun the next morning. She thinks you’re losing colour by being in the gallery too much but all her plans were foiled when she bumped into you in the hallway going to your door.
“Lou?” you asked while fixing the strap of your shoulder bag. You’re wearing a tight black dress, black knee-high boots, and nude overcoat. “Did we have plans?”
“No, I was just coming to see if you wanted to hang out,” she confessed reluctantly. “But you seem like you already had one.”
“Sorry. I already promise I’ll go out with Nat and Carol tonight.”
Lou’s face fell. “Oh,” is all she said before she nodded and took a step backwards. “Okay. Have fun.”
She tried to smile but it didn’t reach her eyes like it usually did when you know she’s genuinely happy. You’re about to tell her that you can see her tomorrow but Lou nodded at you one more time before she power-walked away from you.
***
It’s almost midnight and you’re about your third drink when Maria plopped down next to you at your table in the club. You kept your eyes on the dance floor to keep an eye out as Nat, Carol, and Wanda continued dancing to an upbeat song.
“Refill?” Maria asked leaning against you so she doesn’t have to shout.
“No, thank you, bubba,” you answered before looking at your sweaty, beautiful best friend. You wiped the sweat on her eyebrow. “I think I’m heading out.”
Nat, Carol, and Wanda heard it as they reach your table. “Already?” Wanda yelled before pouting and plopping down way too close to Maria to be classified as just friends.
“Come on, Cinderella. Stay for another hour,” Carol begged while doing her best impression of puppy eyes.
”Let her go,” Nat said as she offered her hand to you to help you out of the booth. “Big day on Monday. She needs all the rest she can get.”
You held Nat’s hand even after she pulled you out. “Thank you,” you said smiling broadly.
“What?” Nat asked when she noticed you smiling. You just shook your head and if it was possible smiled wider at the redhead.
You were just elated that complicated histories aside, you all found a more solid ground to stand on now. You’re happy that Nat and Carol are finally together. If you’re being honest, they look so much better standing hand-in-hand than glaring at each other like before. Maria and Wanda isn’t something you foresee but nonetheless, you can breathe better knowing that your best friend found a good girl to spend her days with. Not that they have admitted to dating yet.
“Thank you for coming out tonight.” Nat pulled you in a hug on the sidewalk while waiting for your Uber. Carol, Wanda, and Maria joined in too.
“Shut up, I like fifth wheeling with you guys.”
Nat and Carol laughed while Maria and Wanda blushed profusely.
“Tell me you’ll be there on Monday, please.”
Maria tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
***
It’s midnight when Lou and Debbie reached the bottom of the bottle of red wine she brought with her. Lou called her best friend after fleeing your apartment, and thankfully Daphne had plans with Tammy and Rose to go shopping that freed Debbie schedule.
“I regret asking you to come here,” Lou complained half drunk. “All you did was tease me. Very unhelpful.”
“That’s because you’re an idiot,” Debbie said laughing.
“I was trying to surprise her.”
“Look how that worked out for you,” Debbie deadpanned. Before Lou can answer though, there was a knock on her door. Debbie looked at the blonde but she only shrugged and stood up.
“Whoever it is, just turn them away. I’m not in the mood,” Lou said while pulling her shirt over her head. “I’m gonna shower and head to bed after.”
Debbie was left to open the door. She didn’t know who looked more surprise when she did, her or you. None of Lou’s ex-lovers or ex-girlfriend ever knew where she lives. Not even Therese and that says something. Therese was one of the longest relationships Lou ever kept yet the woman never truly knew where Lou lives.
Where does Lou fuck her women, you ask? Well, a professional fuckboy like Lou keeps a separate apartment across town where she brings her women. Yet there you were, in the flesh, standing outside her best friend’s sanctuary.
“Hey boss,” you greeted, cheeks a little flush from the wind outside and the alcohol in your system.
Debbie pulled the door open wider to let you in. You thank her while walking directly to the living room, and placing your discarded coat on the recliner. Proving to Debbie her assumption that it is not indeed your first time there. When you turned towards her, she was already putting her coat on. You couldn’t stop yourself from cocking an eyebrow at her.
“Lou’s in the shower trying to wash away her bad mood,” Debbie said smiling. “Good luck.” Then she’s out.
***
“Debs, can we call Daphne and tell her you’re sleeping over?” Lou asked while walking directly to her open kitchen to grab some water. She completely missed the silence in the room and the familiar coat hanging on her recliner.
“Debbie went home already.”
Lou nearly shattered the glass on her hand in her surprise. “Jesus Christ!”
“Nope, just me,” you said smiling at her. She didn’t return it. Instead, she turned around and drunk another glass of water.
“What are you doing here?” Lou asked, voice is a little distant and detaches even after noticing that you’re sitting on your side of the bed and wearing one of her pyjamas that are too long for you. She flicked the light switch off, bathing the room in darkness to prevent you from seeing her smile.
“I’m sleeping over.”
Bold of you to assume you can after ditching me for Nat and Carol, she thought bitterly. Yet she didn’t say it. She asked a question instead.
“What happened to your date?”
You laughed, aggravating her a little further. “It’s not a date, Odinson.”
“Right.” She sunk down on the mattress and turned her back on you. You curled yourself on her back immediately and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder.
“It’s not a date, Lou. If anything I was fifth wheeling. Maria and Wanda were there too, and I’m 100% sure those two are banging,” you explained excitedly.
Lou visibly relaxes with that information. She turned on her back to look at you but before she can say anything, you surged forward and kissed her. She pulled you on top of her, so she could kiss you properly and she did. Your head was becoming heady from the alcohol you consumed at the club, and the way Lou’s mouth tasted like wine and home.
“Wow,” you said after the need for air took over.
Lou has one of her hand cupping your jaw, her finger tracing the shape of your mouth. The other’s gliding down your neck, skimming across your chest and breast and moving slowly behind your back. She can feel the heat of your core against her abdomen. She guided your waist to start grinding against her abs, you both groaned at the action.
“Ah! Fuck,” you moaned. She kissed you again, both hands on your waist now. She wants your underwear off so she could feel you skin-to-skin but she’s too far out to take it off you.
“Baby,” she whispered against your lips. You smiled at her.
“You kiss better when you’re jealous.”
Lou gasped and halted your moment at once. “What do you mean I kiss better? Also, me? Jealous? Of who?”
You laughed. “Ah, let's see. Tammy, Daphne, Nat, Carol? The list goes on.”
Lou pouted before reversing your position in the bed in one swift motion. She looked down at you before she started pulling your underwear off of you. “Okay, okay. I was jealous,” she admitted. “Can you blame me? Everyone just wants you.”
You sat up and helped her pull her t-shirt off. If you’re gonna be naked, she has to. Especially since nothing beats the view of her abs, illuminated only by the city lights outside.
“Well, I only want you,” you admitted before pulling her on the bed with you.
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Before The Dawn -- Preview Thoughts (ahoy rwde)
So if you didn’t know (or didn’t see [or didn’t hear {or are living the life of blissful ignorance that I, for one, wish I had}]), a preview for the next CFVY-centric novel, Before The Dawn, came out! It’s the sequel to After The Fall, which I liveblogged a while back and generally like… was ambivalent about. Some of it was okay. Other parts were weird. Some bits just plain bonkers. But whatever!
Well, a part of this preview also happened to contain a flashback of Velvet and her father, and I really wanna extrapolate on some reasons this has me bewildered and frightened for my wellbeing! Because what the fuck! Anyway, goes without saying this post contains spoilers for six pages or so of Before The Dawn, but I can’t imagine anyone really cares about spoilers? Probably? Anyway.
(A small aside: I’m not crazy interested in engaging in, like, any debate over anything I’ve put here. This is just a write-up of conversations I’ve already covered with other people for the sake of quick linkage, and not a bright flare arc of ‘somebody come debate this’. If you like what the book says: fine! I don’t. Let’s leave it there, kiddos.)
So, I’m opening this with a disclaimer: many people know I have some hefty headcanons for Velvet’s parents, and I wanna just make it, like, excruciatingly clear: never, at any one point, did I think my headcanons or my AUs or what-have-you would ever become anything even vaguely close to canon. I knew a day would come in which what I’d filled in would come to have canonical content (or, rather, I’d hoped they’d not touch Velvet with a ten-foot pole and I’d never get disproven), and that this was inevitable. Canon and I aren’t on speaking terms, and that’s okay! I didn’t want, nor expect, nor imagined, my stuff becoming canon. So everything I’m about to say isn’t a case of my headcanons were superior or I wish they’d done what I did. What I wanna talk about is how… bad the canon we got, is. Got it? Good.
The preview doesn’t grant me page numbers so I’m unsure exactly where we are in the book, but that prooooobably doesn’t matter so much as the content of the section I’m talking about, but anyway; somewhere in this book is a 6-page section of a flashback Velvet has of talking to her father, as well as some Velvet and Scarlatina family lore. Can I even call it lore? Probably not. But it’s there and it’s real, and I wanna just dissect it for a moment by covering the main points from this excerpt, in no real order, with no input on my half, just facts:
Velvet’s father is an Atlesian engineer.
He works for/under/with Ironwood.
Velvet’s own skills as an inventor and engineer stem directly from him.
His work in Atlas has divided the family, because Velvet’s mum hates that he prizes his work over his family.
Velvet has always wanted to go to Atlas as it’s the tech capital of Remnant.
Velvet’s father doesn’t see her often and that causes some strife.
Her father’s name is Will Scarlatina.
Her mother’s name is Meg Scarlatina.
These are probably our main points to cover, and I’m gonna go over ‘em probably in this order since this is more or less how the excerpt presents them. So let’s take it from the top.
1. Velvet’s father is an Atlesian engineer.
WOW what a start. What a START!!! So, someone pointed out to me that this definitely implies he’s a human, which has some in-text proof that I’ll show a little later in point three, but my god what a. bold beginning. Yes. That said, this point only gets egregious a little later down the line, so let’s hop to point two.
2. He works for/under/with Ironwood.
Okay, so, again. I don’t plan nor intend for my headcanons to become canon in any capacity… but GOD do I hate how we have someone else tied up to Ironwood in some way. This man pulls all the strings, and it seems like nobody can do anything science-y or invent-y without it getting all wrapped up with Ironwood, what gives? Also, probably further proof that Will here is a human, though I’m ready to be wrong. I SURE HOPE I AM. Either way, with Velvet being a Faunus and Will potentially being/having married a Faunus, this slaps in all the bad ways. Can we stop that? Right now? Thanks.
3. Velvet’s own skills as an inventor and engineer stem directly from him.
SO THIS WAS MY FIRST STICKING POINT. The way I explained this was that, in some ways, some people are just like their parents (I sure am in a lot of ways!) and others are totally UNLIKE their parents (such as a lot of my friends!), but it really bothers me that RT looked at Velvet, who they decided was a very competent inventor and creator, and said well, she must’ve gotten it from somewhere! No way she did that all by herself! Let’s have this masculine figure in her life be the reason she’s Like That!
You can say I’m maybe over-exaggerating and, hey, maybe I am. But I really hate stories when a person’s skill is attributed directly towards someone else as if they have no autonomy to learn things on their own. Wouldn’t it have been cooler to have had Velvet strike out and make use of a skill that she developed with the help of friends and family? Who weren’t responsible for this skill, but aided her improvement? It’s real annoying that they decided she’s basically a clone of her father, which is supported by that in-text quotation I mentioned:
“She might have her mother’s ears, but she was her father’s daughter.”
So, first off: what the fuck. Secondly: ?????? Thirdly: so I think this is proof towards Will not being a Faunus, since the reference to ears is so pointed, but GOD I HATE THAT WHOLE IMPLICATION? People aren’t always little mini-clones of their parents, and something really bothers me about a daughter being Just Like Her Dad. It smacks all wrong, and maybe it’s ‘cause I have my vision of the Scarlatinas being so matriarchal and all but it bothers me one hell of a lot. Jesus.
4. His work in Atlas has divided the family, because Velvet’s mum hates that he prizes his work over his family.
/deep breath
Okay. Again, not tryna inflict my own headcanons on this. But are we really gonna play ball with yet another heterosexual marriage on the rocks because the man of the house prizes his job over his family? Really? Really? That’s what we’re being given, hot and fresh, off the printer? Really?
I’m just. Deeply disappointed that this is the angle we’re getting here. Like… right now, the ONE family we’ve got with their braincells in a row is, like, the Belladonnas, and yet we can’t get ONE other out here??? Not one??? The hets, they’re at it again! And I just. It would be SO easy to toss in some good queer content with these flashbacks and we’re just Not getting it. I don’t know why, I shouldn’t have to wonder why, but this is that, I guess.
5. Velvet has always wanted to go to Atlas as it’s the tech capital of Remnant.
HAS SHE THOUGH… REALLY? We’re really gonna say the Faunus who canonically got bullied in Vale and like, is visibly concerned about asshole humans being assholes, wanted to go to Atlas? Asshole human capital city? Are we positive? ‘Cause I, for one, ain’t. Tech is everywhere! You can study and deconstruct and pick apart and invent shit anywhere on the planet! Why would Velvet put herself at such risk just to see the equivalent of Silicon Valley dipshits engage in a circlejerk?
6. Velvet’s father doesn’t see her often and that causes some strife.
Here’s a slice of in-text dialogue to chew on:
“Just another way I’ve disappointed you, huh?” he said.
“Dad. No!” Velvet paused. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but she didn’t have much to follow that up with, nothing that would convince him, anyway. It was hard to argue with the truth.
Now, small tangent: if you’ve read, or seen, any of my writing on Arslan-as-Sienna’s-offspring AU (which is [are] good AU[s] and general idea[s] you should read my content on the matter), then you’ll know I hate the trope in which a parent who does wrong by a kid, then expects that kid to apologise in order to make themself behave better. For instance: kid has an absent parent. Kid apologises profusely to the parent in hopes they’ll come home and be more present in their life. Parent feels bad, and does that, validating the kid’s belief that they needed to apologise to get their parent to come home. It’s a garbage trope and a dangerous one, because you don’t have to apologise for someone else hurting you. Full stop.
So imagine my surprise to see the same thing happen here! What’s this guilt-tripping? What’s this weird focus on Velvet when he’s the one not coming home? As soon as I read this line, it felt skeevy, it is skeevy. I hate it. I am brimming with hatred. Why do this? Why bother? Why does she need this drama? Jesus christ.
Next two points are a two-in-one:
7. Her father’s name is Will Scarlatina. 8. Her mother’s name is Meg Scarlatina.
WHAT? WHAT??????????? HUH????????????????????????
Okay, I know this seems like a bizarre thing to latch onto when there’s already so much fucked up here, but huh?????? These are the names? You chose? Will and Meg??????????????????? Never mind that they do NOT flow into their surnames at all (Meg Scarlatina????????????????????), but also the fact that Meg makes me think of Family Guy (which is something I NEVER want to think about, thanks,) just makes this a fuckin’ TRIAL of pain for me. Will and Meg???????
Did they pick up a phonebook — or, like, an online one — and grab the first two names they saw? Did they get a dartboard and put on a blindfold and launch darts across the room? Was this a socially-distanced[1] conference call gone wrong? I’m BEWILDERED. I learnt these names from someone posting about it in my discord chat, and I thought it was them telling a shit joke to try and piss me off. Are we really serious?
And to me, the name thing really epitomises this whole section. These names — that don’t fit well, that don’t really make sense with the whole colour-name lore, that don’t sound like they should be within a 20-mile radius of RWBY canon — are like the excerpt itself: bonkers. Bonkers bananas. Where every page brings in a new and unprecedented level of huh???????? that I JUST can’t get over.
Now, again. I don’t want my take on Velvet’s parents to be canon. No, really, I’m gonna use them for an original fic, RT don’t touch them they’re mine and they’re going to be in a novel. A series, even. It may even be erotica! But that’s neither here nor there; when I made Ash and Taffeta, I spent a lot of time reverse-engineering (my brand of) Velvet to put the pieces together. How did she grow up to be who she is now? What influences did she have? What examples did her parents set? What were her family like, and how did she take that upbringing forwards? And I spent a lot of time thinking about who they were, the environment they fostered, and I spent so many hours googling names it doesn’t even bear thinking about. Point being: I put a lot of time and energy and love into the Scarlatina family because I wanted, so badly, to have a family people could be, well, jealous of! A family so big-hearted and kind and full of love and furious compassion that you couldn’t help but wanna be there.
To me, this… take. This version of Velvet’s parents being peddled as canon is just so… unreal. Never mind that it’s been so many years since Velvet was unveiled, so many years people have developed headcanons of their own that, honestly, at this point, why bother? But it’s so frustrating to have taken time to make a queer family built on the solarpunk and socialist and eco-friendly and green-thinking and sustainable ways of being to then have canon turn around and say, okay, what if her dad’s a bootlicker, Velvet’s a mini clone of him, and the marriage Velvet’s parents have is on the rocks due to a trope older than time itself! Why? Why bother? What can this possibly add?
I’m not mad that what I wanted isn’t canon. I’m mad that what canon has given is so… lackluster. So boring. So unoriginal. I feel like I’ve read this story a thousand times, but it would have been so easy to make something so much richer with just a smidgen of effort on everyone’s parts. I expect so little from canon and I’m still let down. This is somehow worse than anything I expected canon to pull. It’s wild. What a bonkers series of choices to make.
[1] I know that most of this book would’ve been planned/written before lockdown, but please bear with the joke.
#rwde#before the dawn spoilers#preview discussion#dont @ me fuckers im too busy being disappointed BUT NOT SURPRISED
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Sir
Ok, so this is me taking responsibility for starting a round of fiction on an NSFW prompt (smut off). Each participant got the same prompt “Mitsuhide is the Boss has fun with his employee” it could be interpreted anyway they wanted as long as Mitsuhide was the guy in charge.
@colivara @xathia-89 @jennacat84 @notsafefortum-blr @tarralin sorry if I missed tagging someone in this.
Warnings: Seriously it’s NSFW and set in the workplace. Read responsibly. Adult situation 18+ stuff.
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Sir
The clatter of desktop paraphernalia hitting to floor punctuated the hungry, needy sounds filling the quiet office space. How had it come to this? He was usually so in control of his own self but right now in this instant, he was lost in a wave of immorality.
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2 weeks ago…
Mitsuhide had not enjoyed that summoning to HR as much as he thought he would. He couldn’t tease and relish in the reactions of Hideyoshi who had called in the CEO. Nobunaga had been calling the shots from the second he had arrived until the decision had been made to give Mitsuhide a new secretary.
It had become well known in the company that secretaries sent to the sales department did not survive long. They more often than not ran from there in tears or with a look of total muted terror. Hideyoshi had not given up in attempting to assign someone to the position but he was becoming a little more hesitant as he didn’t wish to deal with more paperwork and the string of “broken” female secretary staff.
Hideyoshi had thought to place males in the position for a time but the results were the same as before. He had no idea what Mitsuhide actually did to his staff as none of them really wished to divulge details but it was clear whatever it was meant this was a difficult job to find replacements for.
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That was how she had arrived at the department, Nobunaga’s chosen female. Mitsuhide always arrived early but she was already placed at her desk quietly typing away on her computer before he entered the office.
Casually ignoring her presence, he walked past her desk to open his own office door. A crisp fresh scent tickled his nose causing him to follow its direction and make eye contact with the unlucky female.
“Good Morning Sir. Would you prefer Tea or coffee?” She asked brightly with a polite poker face.
“Coffee.”
“I’ll prepare it directly.” She slipped away from her desk, the citrus scent trailing behind her in her wake as she went to the small kitchenette and began to prepare the beverage. He chose to follow her, slight curiosity blooming in him as he watched her move around the small space as if she was part of the history of the place.
“You didn’t ask how I would like it.” He spoke to her from the doorway as he leaned against it watching her progress.
“Strong, not totally black. You prefer it with a dash of cream that is just enough to colour the drink but not enough to affect the main flavour of it. If you were entertaining clients the night before you ask for a little sugar and to turn it Irish. If not then you ask for nothing else. Am I right?” Her voice had an edge to it that he noted was similar to his when he was playing games with others. She was good.
“Hideyoshi briefed you in great detail I see.”
“Not just that. I noticed the small bottle of brandy you had stashed in your office. It was about half full and there was a receipt for it in the waste paper basket in your room. You gave orders not to have the normal cleaning staff clean your room which makes it part of my duties to perform and given the date on the receipt and the amount used I can easily connect that to client meetings from the appointment schedule. Mr Toyotomi only gave me direction on your usual drink of choice so I am assuming he has no clue that you add brandy to your drinks.” She was speaking as if everything she was saying in some way was totally obvious and of very little interest to her. Not everyone could make connections to minor points of interest as she had done. She was observant and smart that at least should be enough to hold his interest for a time.
“Haha. It would seem I have been given a rather interesting new toy.”
“Secretary Mr Akechi.” She was at his side before he knew it placing his coffee in his hands. “Now you have no morning meetings scheduled but there were some less standard emails that I could not send adequate replies too and the latest report of that new facility linked to the expansion project that you have a meeting for this afternoon is waiting for you on your desk.” She motioned towards his office with her manicured hands and he noted she was indeed a very well put together office worker. She almost looked exactly like the models used in those presentations Hideyoshi forced them all to attend on appropriate conduct and office attire in the workplace. Something that thankfully hadn’t happened recently, touch wood since Masamune had managed to get a steady partner.
“How efficient.”
“Thank you. I try my best. Now if there are no other tasks for me at the moment, I shall excuse myself and go to the stock room to get some more ink and paper for the printer as we appear to be out of it.” If she had seen the blend of awe and mild shock on his face as she left, she didn’t make a comment on it. Mitsuhide retreated to his office finding it clean and organised just as he preferred it.
“I wonder how long it has been since I had a challenge quite so interesting?”
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Frustration. That was pretty much the main overriding sensation she was feeling right now and it was beginning to show. She had been warned before taking the position by several of the other department bosses that this was not going to be easy and after a few weeks, she had seen what they had all meant.
Extra work was piling up in the department for her to deal with as her boss decided yet again that he would vanish and be out of communication with the office. The increased work she had to deal with and the enquires she was taking from Mr Toyotomi were all serving to make her feel as if she was some sort of accomplice. One more day another call from HR. “I’m terribly sorry Mr Toyotomi Mr Akechi has just stepped out to visit a client at the minute can I take a message?”
She couldn’t deny it was a little thrilling to play mind games with a man who was as frustratingly intelligent as he was attractive. The small rush she got from landing a verbal blow to him that caused him to stall momentarily in his perverse attacks was exhilarating.
They had attended several meetings with clients that had taken them out of the office. Each meeting was in a private room in a bar with a relaxed atmosphere. The alcohol flowed with the conversation but the only people who seemed affected by the refreshments were the clients. Mr Akechi was somehow able to maintain the calm composed exterior he was known for regardless of how much had drunk at a meeting.
Whilst that was certainly something, she couldn’t help but admire about the man she had not taken kindly to his attempt to rattle her. Sitting next to him the client happily chattering away on the other side of the table, his hand kept “accidentally” brushing against her thigh. He would drop his pen and she could feel his breath travel up the bare calve of her leg from her ankle as he retrieved it.
There was no doubt his little game was becoming more dangerous as the days passed and he realised his words weren’t having the reactions he was wanting. Mr Akechi was a very smart capable man who also had the ability to make suggestive remarks that could easily be explained away as misunderstandings that left the other person feeling as if they were the one who’s mind was living in a gutter.
Thankfully for all his little comments and moments where she had felt a little flustered, she had managed somehow to remain calm and composed enough to deliver a few frustrating blows of her own to him in return. Turn about is fair game after all and if he wanted to play “tease the secretary” then she was more than capable of playing that game as well. There was, after all, a reason Nobunaga had chosen her for this job.
A soft long sigh escaped her lips as she replaced the receiver of the phone. It was late, most of the building was probably empty by now but she still had a stack of papers that needed to be sorted and arranged.
“That was a big sigh.” The sudden appearance of a voice by her ear caused her to jolt in her seat. “I’m sorry did I make you jump?”
“You aren’t sorry at all!” She spun around glaring at her boss who was simply smiling obviously enjoying himself.
“Your words wound me, my dear.”
“Liar.” She spat back. It was unprofessional and something she would not normally do at all but this was hardly a normal situation. She had never had such a difficult superior to answer to in all of her secretarial career.
“My my. It would seem that during my absence you have learnt to speak up. How very amusing.” The smile on his face had turned into an infuriating smirk. She had been right he was enjoying this as part of his on-going little game.
“There is nothing amusing about it. I have just been pushed to the point where my professionalism has snapped. And who’s fault do you suppose that is?” At this point, she had no idea if she wished to smack that smirk off his face or attempt to cover it up with kisses.
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He had caught glimpses of the woman under that impossibly perfect mask she donned for work. She was practically perfect, smart, efficient in her work. Naturally observant and able to pre-emptively judge with sometimes alarming accuracy his next move. It was frustrating but tantalising. He had found himself lost in his own thoughts more often than he cared to admit thanks to her.
The notion that if Hideyoshi had known the extent to which his little diverting fantasies had progressed he would have seen the man explode, whilst forcing him to attend one of those dreaded seminars on acceptable conduct in the workplace amused him. But here, right now, in front of him was the same composed female from before. Her mask had slipped, her patience of a saint had failed her and she was glorious.
“Quite right my dear. I must apologise.” He leaned close enough to trail his fingertips up the exposed length of her arm. He could feel her shudder at his touch drawing him in closer. “Now however should I take responsibility for sure heinous acts?”
He was more than aware that his voice had taken on a deeper tone, and that his eyes were almost certainly reflecting the same level of darkening lust that he saw in hers. This was where he failed. This was where his intent to tease had merged with all those lewd little daydreams and his mask finally crumbled.
It was, in fact, her that made the first move. Grabbing his jacket lapel in her small fist and dragging him to her. Their lips connected in a hard, passionate kiss that could have started a fire with its intensity. A low growl escaped his throat mixing with one of hers as they finally parted.
Flashes of realisation flickered across her face and before she could collect her rational long enough to reject what was happening, he had dragged her towards him trapping her with one hand around her waist and a firm grip in the hair behind her head. He nipped at her lower lip gaining enough space to push his tongue into her mouth. Tracing the ridges of her palate with the very tip of his tongue she released a rather undignified moan that only spurred him on to push her further.
A desire grew inside him to see this woman become so completely undone. To see her fall so entirely apart at his touch that she failed to function.
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Momentary shock ran through her mind as she realised what she had done. She had lost her composure and actually kissed her boss. She was used to his teasing taunts and suggestive little gestures so why had she given into to it all now? She wasn’t allowed to process anything further than that as he claimed her mouth with his. There was a hunger in that kiss that was amplified by the tugging she felt on her hair as he deepened the kiss and ran his tongue around her own.
Conscious enough to remember their surroundings she placed her hand on his broad chest and gave it a firm shove. Reluctantly he pulled back. His eyes that were once clear as yellow crystal were melting pools of liquid gold.
“We can’t do this.” Her already swollen lips felt like they were pulsating after his kiss.
“If you really wish not to then…” He pulled back giving her a little space as his eyes wavered.
“No Sir. I mean we can’t do this here.” She quickly grabbed the cuff of his sleeve anxious to alleviate the obvious misunderstanding.
If you had asked her this morning, or at any other point prior to right now if she would do this kind of thing her answer would have been a resounding no. Right now, however, in the heat of the moment. Her pulse was rising, her scent was mingling with his. All of that with the amorous look in his eyes that were screaming pure hunger meant she just knew she couldn’t turn back.
“And to think I once had you pegged for a good girl?” He chuckled as he removed his jacket draping it over the back of her desk chair.
“Even the Devil was an Angel once.” She flashed him a playful smile happy to see him make good on all those little teases he had subjected her too so far.
Scooping her up in his arms he quickly made his way into his own office. He didn’t so much as put her on the floor before he had her back pressed against the now closed door. Her hand running through his white hair as he trailed kisses along her jaw and nape, balancing her with one arm in mid-air as he fumbled with the lock with the other.
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He had thought she was rejecting him. He was used to that but he had forgotten that this was the woman who had successfully managed to go toe to toe with him over the past few weeks, not only meeting his pace but matched it perfectly. Just knowing that they were so compatible in that regard was enough to get his blood racing wondering how compatible they were going to be in other areas.
His senses were flooded with her scent and voice. He was own thoughts were becoming blurred as he explored her creamy flesh with his mouth. His teeth grazing over the lobe of her ear making her twitch in his hold. He bought his hand to rest on the buttons of her blouse popping them free one by one. His fingertips brushing against her as he moved.
Her legs suddenly gripped him tighter dragging his hips closer to her and she freed her head from his grasp enough to whisper in his ear.
“You terrible tease.”
“Terrible as I may be my dear.” He pulled back to look at the now slightly panting female in his arms. “I have no intention at stopping at just teasing tonight.”
The helpful support of the door gone from her back had her adjusting her grip around his body in a hurry. Taking several larger than normal strides to his desk he placed her on it and unceremoniously swept most of it clear with his arm as he pushed her gently backwards. She gasped as her back touched the cold surface and realised he had already unclasped her bra. He traced the soft mounds of her under the delicate lace.
“To think you were wearing something so salacious to work.” The accusatory tone of his voice did little to mask the arousal he felt when he saw such a sight. He had imagined her in many different styles of lingerie over the past few weeks but actually seeing it, how it hugged her curves and coloured her skin that was something reality made better.
“I can’t believe you only just noticed.”
“Is that an invitation?” He chuckled at her taunt as he pulled his neck free of his tie and hurriedly undid the shirt buttons with one hand continuing to play with her lace covered breasts with the other.
“We are in this position and that is what you decide to ask? I thought you weren’t teasing me tonight?”
He chuckled as he watched her back arch to his touch. Pinching one peaked nipple before drawing a line up her exposed throat with his tongue to her ear.
“As you wish my dear. Just don’t expect me to be gentle.”
He slipped his hand under the hemline of her skirt pushing it higher until it revealed her exposed thigh above her stocking tops. If he had a bit more control, he would have stopped to appreciate the view before him but he was being led by a more basic driving force. Lust and desire were consuming him from the inside out setting his body and its usually cool temperature into a blazing inferno.
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His chilled hands felt sensational against her increasingly flushed skin. Her heart was pounding so fast it was becoming an effort just reminding herself to breathe. To think she would be here right now doing this…
Mitsuhide yanked her blouse free from her body and tossed it to the ground with his own shirt. He always looked slender but there was no way to have guessed he would be so toned and muscular. The defined lines on his torso clearly mapped out the sections of his abdomen that put marble sculptures to shame. The strength he had was also tender as he worked his magic on her.
Every time he touched her a small sigh or moan escaped her. In an effort, to try to stop herself from feeling like she might be carried away, she placed her hands on his shoulders. He glanced up at her contact and she stole a kiss from him. His lips twitched into a smile as he pulled her tighter to him, she could feel his heart beating like a drum against his chest echoing her own heart.
Laboured breathing, panting and moans of pleasure were filling the office space as fingers glided over her sides leaving smouldering heat lingering after his touch moved to another location. His mouth claiming hers in a frenzy that left her light-headed. That tongue of his that so often spun those teasing and cutting remarks was playing its own game as it crept lower along the expanse of her body towards the apex of her thighs.
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She whimpered as he removed himself from her. A feral grin spread over his face as he looked down at the beautifully dishevelled woman spread out on his desk like a feast at a banquet. God, how often had he wondered what she would look like? If his own wandering imaginings were close to reality? They weren’t, the reality was a lot more alluring.
He could feel the beads of sweat forming on his back as it ran in small trickling rivers down his flesh. His hand was already reaching for his belt and with a swift motion, he had released the clasp removing it from his trousers with a swooshing crack. The soft leather sat happily in the palm of his hand as he briefly contemplated his next move. Looping it over her wrists binding them both together above her head, faster than she could react to pull away. Her face was the perfect picture of shocked amusement.
“Forgive me my dear but I really won’t be allowing you to leave just yet.”
“As if I would. I had no idea you were into this kind of thing.”
“Oh? Everyone has a few kinks, my dear. Keep playing games with me, I’m sure we can discover some of yours.”
He placed his hands on her hips dragging them higher pushing the thin fabric covering her to one side and entered her in one swift stroke. The heat of her wrapped around him. The way it undulated and stretched to accommodate him had his mouth going dry. She cried out and arched her back which caused her to clench her muscles and grip him harder then he was expecting. It was like she had been perfectly designed to be his undoing.
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With each rocking motion he made she could feel him edging deeper inside her core. An uncontrollable fire was ablaze under her skin and she could feel its prickling heat causing the skin all over her body to become slick with sweat. He was like a machine of precision reading ever movement and reaction of her body no matter how slight with accuracy she had never witnessed before.
They were passionately entwined on the desk moving fiercely in sync with each other pushing, nudging themselves to the edge of blissful oblivion. It was a display of almost total desperation but there were still shockingly elements of tenderness in their touches. Items on the desktop not previously cast aside now tumbled to the ground as the tremors of their actions caused the desk to shift in position.
This was beyond anything she could have dreamt up in her most dizzying daydreams. She knew she had been attracted to the man, and she knew she had had fun with their little game but never had she imagined they would be this compatible. Everything their bodies did felt like an act of instinct. Every slight shift targeting their partner's main points of pleasure.
Small stinging sensations crept into the back of her mind as she closed her eyes knowing he was putting his mark on her and not caring in the slightest. When the first wave hit her, it was like she had been electrocuted, the second had her almost believing she was witnessing a supernova from up close. The third time was when he joined her, his movements becoming less fluid. His hips rutting against her as he pushed himself through their combined climax.
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questionable government spies: chapter 13
AYYYY WE RETURN WITH ANOTHER INSTALLMENT OF EVERYONES FAVORITE AUUUUUU
also I wrote this in research class, global issues, and while watching a cowboy movie so sorry if its not The Best
MASTERLIST
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ship: eventual sprace, platonic ralbertttt
warnings: mentioned prostitiution or porn or something but its really just a joke kids, Tense Talk, really long words that may or may not be in English, mentioned bad family relations but nothing explicit
editing: nope none at all
words: like maybe 2k
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“Okay, say it again but slower this time,” Race said as Spot unlocked the backdoor and ushered them up the stairwell. It was just the two of them, but two blocks away Albert and Jack sat in the van, ready to come at a moments notice.
“The head responded to our email,” Spot said rather unhelpfully. Race was about to press for more information when Spot cut him off. “I didn't read it, I came right to get you guys. I didn't want to, like, set off an alarm or something. I don't understand how tech stuff works.”
Race smirked at his innocence. Spot had much to learn.
“Luckily for you ‘tech stuff’ is basically my job description, so I’ll make sure you don't get blown up or something.” Jack’s voice in his ear reminded Race that as much as he would like to be, he and Spot were not alone right now. He had to be careful.
“Your job description is actually ‘agent in training.’ Race and I just make you do the tech stuff cause we suck at it.”
“I do not suck at it!” Race piped up, feeling the need to defend his honor. “You're the one who got us banned from Uganda because you accidentally sent that email to the wrong person and then on top of it included that attachment with the picture of-”
“Alright I’m gonna stop you there,” Jack interrupted. “I do not need to hear about the porn Albert has on his computer thank you very much.”
“IT WASN'T PORN!” Albert screamed so loud that both Race and Spot winced. “I swear to god you guys are going to get me arrested, all I did was send the wrong spreadsheet!”
“You keep telling yourself that,” Jack mumbled and Race couldn't help but smile.
“And to think,” Spot mumbled. “These are the people who are protecting our country.”
“At least we’re good looking,” Race winked, earning a laugh from both Jack and Albert.
“You do have that going for you yeah,” Spot said casually.
Race stopped dead in his tracks. Did Spot really mean that? Had all of his snow jokes actually paid off? Race could hardly believe it. But, maybe he was just saying that? There was no way of Race knowing, and unluckily for him before he could ask Spot what he had meant they were turning the corner toward Oscar’s office and smack into-
“Checks!” Spot exclaimed, clearly caught off guard. “I was just- we were just… you know, walking to, uh, I was just showing Philip here, the uh, um…”
Albert sighed loudly in Race’s comms. “Dear god, please shut him up.”
“You’ll have to excuse him,” Race said, rolling his eyes for extra emphasis. “Spot was just showing me how to give someone a concussion using a shoelace and a rubber band and I think he might have taught me a little too well, if you're picking up what I’m putting down here.”
“Not exactly what I had in mind but okay that works.”
“Yeah Spot’s one of our top fighters,” Checks said, immediately warming more up to the the story now that Spot wasn't the one who was talking. “But he’s not the best teacher so I’m not surprised that his tactics backfired.”
“Yeah,” Race laughed. Spot, to his credit, managed to look dazed and confused.
“Oh and boys,” Checks said over her shoulder. “You didn't hear this from me, but I may have heard from Oscar that we’re getting assigned another mission tomorrow, so be sure to arrive on time.”
“We will!” Race called as Checks flounced down the hallway away from them.
“I don't like her very much,” Jack said, but his comment was overpowered by Spot.
“REALLY?” He whisper shouted, shoving Race into the wall. “I would never get a concussion! My heads too thick!”
“Well that's for sure,” Race snickered and Spot glared at him, putting his hands on either side of his shoulders.
Spot continued to glare at Race, unmoving from his slightly seductive position.
“So, pretty boy,” Race ventured. “You plan on moving? Or are we gonna canoodle here all day? Cause I’m down with either, but I wouldn’t object to a little good old-fashioned canoodling…”
Thankfully, Albert and Spot had the sense to stay silent for once.
“You better watch it Phillip,” Spot spat. And then, as if realizing how close they were, slowly backed away.
They walked down the hall in silence for a few hundred feet, the awkward tension hovering thickly in the air making Race’s heart beat in excitement, until they reached Oscar’s office.
“Alright so he’s out at a manager meeting or something,” Spot said, “but I still think Vincent and Bow should check the cameras and stuff just in case.”
“On it,” Jack mumbled through the line. Then, a few minutes later, “all clear.”
Spot and Race entered the room and Spot sat down in front of the computer, opening the email in question after getting the all clear from Jack.
Race leaned over Spot’s shoulder, enjoying the scent of his cologne as he read the email out loud for Jack and Albert to hear.
“00171,
Bemuzzles chemosynthesis x1 conversationalists fizzy jazzily a deconstructionists fuzz parasympathomimetic x2 hypercholesterolemia bioluminescence x3 thyroparathyroidectomized unprepossessing antiauthoritarianisms comprehensibleness x4 whizzbang paleontologist ultraconservative buckminsterfullerenes chazzanim chlorofluorocarbon psychophysicotherapeutics xy5 schnozzle x6 i acetylcholine x7 anthropomorphous razzmatazzes a chemosynthesis antidepressant zigzagged characteristic jejunum x8 buckminsterfullerene discombobulated x9 plasmodesmata jujus zanza oophorosalpingectomy x10 clinicopathologically alphanumerically x11 carboxymethylcelluloses frizzling counterdemonstration zyzzyvas x12 i quinquennium crackerjacks x-”
“Did you just say crackerjacks?” Albert interrupted, much to Race’s relief because his tongue was getting twisted from all the big, fancy, probably-not-english words.
“Yeah I think so?” Race squinted at the screen. “I’m not really sure what I’m reading at this point.”
“I want some crackerjacks.” Albert said unhelpfully. “They slap.”
“I once cracked my tooth on a crackerjack,” Spot added as he printed out the email.
“My older brother proposed to his girlfriend by putting a ring in a box of crackerjacks,” Race said without thinking before quickly shutting his mouth and shaking off the memory. Spot noticed and gave him a suspicious glance, but said nothing, which Race was thankful for.
“You know, that's great and all, but I would really appreciate it if you guys printed that email and came back to the van so that I can start solving that code cause it sounds like its gonna take a hot minute.”
“Hold your horses ear boy,” Race said, grabbing the email off of the printer with a flourish. “We’ll be there in two wags of a ferrets tail.”
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“I’m pretty sure that that was longer than two wags of a ferrets tail,” Jack exclaimed, throwing down the poker cards he was holding, Albert following suit, albeit begrudgingly.
“How would you know how fast a ferret can wag its tail hmmmmm?” Race said, fanning himself with the printed email. “Does your uncle own a ferret farm like mine does?”
“You have an uncle?” Jack asked, reaching for the paper as Race held it above his head out of Jack’s reach.
“Doesn’t everyone?” Race asked, whacking Jack on the head lightly with the papers, but giving them to him all the same. Jack stalked off toward his work station and began mumbling to himself about code. Meanwhile, Race sat down and picked up Jack’s forgotten cards. “I can’t believe you started a game of poker without me!” he exclaimed.
“We didn't,” Albert said, flicking a card at Race. “Those are Uno cards you dumbass.”
Race flicked over his cards in disbelief, opening his mouth to say something but he was cut off by Spot.
“So,” Spot was saying, sitting down on the floor of the van slowly. “Do you, like, live here?”
“Who, me?” Albert asked.
“Yes you.”
“Why are you asking?” Albert crossed his arms.
“You just seem like the kind of guy who would live in a van.”
“What’s it to you?”
“You have weird energy. I don't like it.”
“‘Weird energy’?”
“Yeah,” Spot’s eyes narrowed. “You're hiding something.”
Race’s eyes flicked back and forth between the two men. Obviously, Spot was prone to not trusting people because of his line of work, and Albert did have a lot of secrets, but Race had always trusted him. He had never had any reason not to. Unless- no, he had just met Spot. He wasn't letting him trick him into not trusting his best friend.
“We all hide things,” Albert said matter of factly, but Race could tell from the slight tremor in his hand that he was nervous.
“Of course we do,” Spot said, looking down at the floor, his eyes unmoving from the space between his feet as he sat in silence.
Race, unsure of what to do chose this opportunity to whistle very loudly and very very offkey until Albert shot him a look. Then he began obsessively shuffling the cards again and again.
Finally, Jack let out a yell of excitement. “I GOT IT!”
“That was fast,” Race said, moving over to make room for Jack. “What does the email say?”
“Aaaaahemmmm,” Jack dramatically cleared his throat. “0071,
In regards to your inquiry, I am planning to meet up with all of my heads on the 14th of december. Location is yet to be determined. I have some new information relating to our upcoming changes that will be revealed at this time. More details to come.
6197”
“Well then,” Spot said, suddenly materializing over Race’s shoulder. “Guess we gotta mark our calendars.”
“Indeed we do,” Albert said, standing up. “In the meantime though, the three of us will look more into this, and you can keep us updated on any weird happenstances with the gang. But for now, your services are no longer needed.” He tipped his snapback toward Spot in mock gratitude. “Good day.”
Spot winked at Race and nodded to Jack before opening the van door and climbing out wordlessly.
“‘Good day’?” Race snickered as he and Albert climbed into the front seats. “What are you, Australian?”
“Well, Australia doesn’t exist and neither do I so…”
“That's true!” Jack shouted, moving to the back to secure his belongings.
Albert took the opportunity to whisper something to Race. “You mentioned your family twice today, is everything alright?”
Race winced, he had known this was coming. “Yeah yeah everything’s fine. I just don't like being back here with them so close ya know? It’s screwing with my head a little.”
Albert seemed to accept this answer because he did not ask any more questions.
“What about you?” Race asked. “What was that with Spot?”
“I don't know,” Albert admitted. “That was weird.”
“Yeah,” Race looked down at his lap, almost afraid to ask the next question. “So, what do we do about him?”
“Continue as planned, I guess,” Albert sighed. “We just gotta be really careful. I don't want anything to happen to you.” He placed his hand on Race’s knee as he pulled out of the parking lot and Race covered it with his, a silent promise that he intended to stay safe.
After all, it was them against the world, and not even a dumb, although very hot looking, gang member would come between them.
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YEETTTT
this is actually a decent one, lotsa Important Stuff
were finally getting to the plot!!
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The List - Chapter Two
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Summary: It’s summer vacation and TJ and Cyrus fill their days checking things off Cyrus’ list.
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Chapter Two: Park Day
Word Count: 1651
Mid morning the following day, Cyrus makes his way over to the park to meet TJ like they had agreed upon. Cyrus arrives first and sits on a bench whilst he waits. As the warm sun is beaming down, Cyrus begins to overthink things. What if I attempt a handstand and break my arm and then I’m unfit to try anything else on my list and the best summer ever is over before it had much of a chance to begin?
“You look like you’re panicking.” TJ purposely sneaks up on Cyrus and it causes him to jump. TJ slides in next to him on the park bench with an amused chuckle.
“I’m always panicking,” Cyrus frowns, “and even more so now that you’ve scared me.” Cyrus adds with a playful shove to TJ’s arm.
TJ pretends like it hurt and the two laugh it off. “Sorry I’m late, I was packing supplies.” TJ pulls his backpack onto his lap and pats it gently.
“Supplies?” Cyrus knits his brows together.
“Well for starters I made a hard copy of the list,” TJ wears an excited smile as he unzips his backpack.
“I love hard copies of things.” Cyrus gleams.
“That way it’s rewarding to physically cross something off the list.” TJ bops his head. “My printer was out of ink so I just wrote them down myself.” TJ explains as he hands Cyrus a sheet of paper.
Cyrus holds the torn page from one of TJ’s notebooks like he was just given the most precious gift. TJ had gone to the effort to write out all ninety-seven things from Cyrus’ list and even decorated the margin with a few doodles.
“I also brought a mat because grass makes me itchy- Well we didn’t actually have a picnic mat at home so it’s a bed sheet but same difference,” TJ shrugs, “Oh and my mom packed us snacks. She says she doesn’t want me spending all my money on junk food over the summer.”
Cyrus doesn’t even try to hide his smile at the effort TJ put into the day. Cyrus thinks about how he spent the morning contemplating bringing his vest - the one he wears to Jonah’s frisbee matches - and how he decided he didn’t want to look dorky so all he packed was sunblock for them both and here TJ was unapologetically unpacking supplies. TJ’s rather adorable planning changes Cyrus’ panicked outlook on the first task - and those that will follow - into one more optimistic.
“So we going to do this handstand or what?” Cyrus asks.
“Now that’s the right attitude!” TJ jumps up from the bench.
The two pick a spot under the shade of a big tree. TJ lays out the bed sheet he brought and wastes no time showing Cyrus how easy it was to do a handstand.
“Is there anything you can’t do?” Cyrus coaxes his head to look at TJ whom is holding a handstand. TJ smiles and drops his position.
“I can’t do a cartwheel.” TJ says once he’s sitting.
“But that’s on my list?” Cyrus frowns.
“Guess we’ll both be learning how to do one,” TJ shrugs one shoulder, “Now it’s your turn.”
Cyrus takes a deep breath and holds his arms up, he takes a step forward as if he was about to try but he stops and looks to TJ, “You might want to move back a little, just in case.”
TJ wriggles back to the far corner of the sheet and holds his hands together encouragingly as he waits for Cyrus to attempt his handstand. Cyrus takes another breath but further procrastinates by tucking his patterned t-shirt into his pants.
“Cyrus, Cyrus, Cyrus,” TJ chants quietly.
Finally Cyrus lunges forward but instead of kicking his legs up he just flops forward on his hands and knees. Cyrus lifts his head up and meets TJ’s grimace.
“Almost,” TJ nods lightly, “Maybe try kicking your legs up this time?”
Cyrus lets out a heavy sigh and tries again and again and again and each time ends with a rather ungraceful flop to the ground. After hurtling himself forward doesn’t work, Cyrus switches to two hands on the ground and light kicks of his legs upwards but it ends up being more of an amusing sight with his legs flailing about.
“Try kick higher,” TJ encourages, “I’ll catch your legs.”
“I’ll kick you in the face,” Cyrus says in a panic as he holds his downward dog position.
“Try not to do that.” TJ laughs nervously.
Cyrus kicks up off the ground and his legs smack into TJ’s arms as he failed to grab Cyrus. They try this a few times but it proved no such luck.
“I’m too afraid I’m going to hurt you.” Cyrus shakes his head. “And I can hear children giggling at me and it’s not helping my self-confidence.”
“We’re in a park, Underdog,” TJ laughs, “Hearing children laughing is hardly unusual.”
After another few failed attempts and an entertaining mock yoga lesson from Cyrus, the two decide take a lunch break. TJ practically inhales his food and lays back on the part of the sheet that got direct sunlight. With sunglasses on he enjoys the rays as Cyrus sits in the shade and nibbles on the remainder of his sandwich.
“So is there anything else on the list that you can’t do?” Cyrus questions.
“I don’t know about can’t but there are some things I haven’t done, yeah.” TJ turns his head towards Cyrus. His choice of words weren’t meant to be braggy or overconfident. Cyrus smiles lightly at TJ’s attitude and wished he could feel more like that.
“There are a few things on the list that didn’t make sense to me,” TJ laughs quietly, “like ‘horses’, what does that even mean?”
“They’re so big and scary.” Cyrus laughs nervously.
“So you want to not be afraid of them?” TJ questions, “Or you want to ride one?”
“Just, horses.” Cyrus shrugs innocently as he had mindlessly added a few things on the list over time.
“Horses.” TJ laughs and he turns his head to the sky again to enjoy the warmth of the sun.
Eventually the two stop lounging around and return to their summer task with a new plan of attack.. TJ cautiously stands by and helps Cyrus kick up against the tree for balance.
“Hey, I did it!” Cyrus is upside down and excited.
“Now try and kick off gently and hold it.” TJ holds his hands out just in case Cyrus fell.
Cyrus kicks too hard and topples over. “I’m never going to get this am I?” Cyrus grumbles on the ground.
“Your list didn’t say anything about being a professional gymnast,” TJ crouches down beside Cyrus, “I think the important thing is that you’re trying.”
“You didn’t pack a participation ribbon in your supplies did you?” Cyrus jokes and it warrants a chuckle from the basketball captain.
“Again?” TJ asks softly.
“Again.” Cyrus matches his tone and the fail montage continues until it’s a success.
“1..2!..3..!” TJ counts the seconds Cyrus held it for before he rolled forward out of his handstand.
Cyrus throws his hands up victoriously in the air and the two teens celebrate his achievement.
“You beat your time it took to do a somersault.” TJ highlights.
“At this rate I’m going do a cartwheel on the first try.” Cyrus jokes and to add to the theatrics he actually attempted to do one and amazingly he succeeded.
Once Cyrus is on his feet he looks to TJ shocked at what just occurred, the taller boy also has a look of amazement plastered on his face.
“Did that just happen?” Cyrus asks in a state of disbelief.
“That was incredible!” TJ affirms in astonishment.
“I can do cartwheels!” Cyrus does three more cartwheels to celebrate.
“You try!” Cyrus stops once he feels dizzy.
TJ frowns knowing it wasn’t going to be pretty but leaps into a failed attempt anyway.
“That’s okay,” Cyrus tries to squash his smile at how gawky TJ looked, “We can’t all be professional gymnasts like me.”
“Okay over achiever, let’s see you climb a tree next.” TJ playfully challenges.
Cyrus scrunches up his nose, “You couldn’t let me be a rockstar for a few more moments?”
TJ coaxes his head with a smile before approaching the trunk of the tree. TJ crouches down and holds his hand on his knee to help boost Cyrus up.
“Is this cheating?” Cyrus hovers by TJ.
“You want to jump up on your own?” TJ asks.
Cyrus looks at the lowest branch which was barely reachable even if he stretched up and then he turns back to TJ with a smile as he accepts his offer to boost him up.
Once on the lowest branch, Cyrus hugs the tree for support and looks down to TJ with an exaggerated smile, “I did it..”
“Higher.” TJ says with a devilish smirk.
Cyrus sends him a puppy dog expression but cautiously stands himself up and climbs to a higher branch and eventually up to the point where he couldn’t climb anymore.
Cyrus looks out through the leaves and admires the wide view scope of the park. His eyes fall on the swings and with a smile he calls down to TJ, “Want to go for a swing before we go home?”
“I’ll race ya,” TJ calls up excitedly.
“I’m in a tree, that’s not fair!” Cyrus whines as he carefully tries to climb down.
TJ chuckles, waits to help Cyrus down from the tree safely and then he playfully pushes Cyrus and runs towards the swings with a head start.
“Last one there has to buy the other a milkshake from The Spoon!” TJ calls out as he runs.
“Your mom said she doesn't want you eating junk food!” Cyrus cries out as he ultimately loses the race.
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End Notes: Chapter Two!! I Hope you’re enjoying the story so far. Chapter one received positive reviews and I genuinely appreciated them all so much! I tried to reply to most but didn’t want to spam everyone with reblogged replies! But please know you mean the world to me!!
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Don't Lie to Me
Dan x Reader
Warnings: Kinda dark, domestic violence, abuse, I swear there's some fluff in there somewhere
A/N: Another request! Woo! I was so happy to write this (shows what I enjoy) and I really tried with this because it was such a good idea. I'm sorry if it's not what you’re hoping for or it's a bit too dark. I think I went a bit “13 Reasons Why” - ish with this one. I hope you enjoy it, anyhow. Moose :)
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“Are you going to stay the night?” Dan asked as he traced patterns up and down your forearm.
“I shouldn’t really, I should get home to the cats” “Can’t they be alone for one night?” You laughed, trying to get up from the sofa but being pulled back forcefully, “They’re very dependent on me being home. They get anxious when I’m not there and I don’t really want them to tear up the apartment” “Oh come on, you haven’t spent a night in the Howell/Lester apartment yet!” He tried to persuade you, receiving the not-so-serious glare from you. He laughed, “Okay okay! But you’ll be over again tomorrow, right?” “I thought you had to film all day tomorrow?” “Mmhm” “So wouldn’t I be in the way?” Dan smiled, “Actually, I was hoping that we could make a video together? Announce that we’re a couple?” “Dan, I don’t think so” you laughed awkwardly, furrowing your eyebrows at him. “Come on, we’ve been together for a while now, I don’t see why not. And you make me so happy and mean so much to me, I want the rest of the world to know how much you mean to me too” “Dan, I really appreciate the thought, but I don’t think your fans would like it. And I’m not sure how I would cope with the attention” “Are you sure?” Dan asked, bringing out the puppy eyes. “Yes” you smiled, your eyes darting to the time on Dan’s phone, “shit. It’s late, I really should get going” “Oh...right” Dan said, staring at you confused as you started rushing to get your coat and bag, “Y/N, are you alright?” You stopped, grinning painfully wide to cover up the panic, “I’m fine. Just didn’t realise the time and I have to be up really early for work tomorrow” “Y/N...” “Thanks for having me over...I’ll see you Sunday?” Dan began to speak, but you interrupted him, “great! Sunday it is” You quickly gave him a kiss and smiled as you walked out the apartment, rushing down the stairs and almost sprinting down the road to find the nearest taxi. “What the...” Dan muttered, still stood in the same position he was before you left. “Guys, just to warn you, I think the hot water tank is faulty again tonight, the...where’s Y/N?” “Went home” Dan huffed, sitting back down and scrolling through the tv. “She’s...still refusing to stay?” “I don’t know what it is that makes her not want to stay here. I mean, Jesus, we’ve been together for ages now. It’s weird that she hasn’t stayed before. Right?” “Yeah...yeah it is” Phil agreed, taking his place next to Dan on the sofa, “What we watching?” “Whatever you want...I might just go to bed” “Oh. Are you sure?” “Yeah...suddenly feel really tired” “Ok. Well...goodnight then” “Yeah, night Phil”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You had just got home, silently panting as you shut the door gently, careful not to disturb your mum and her boyfriend, Steve. You quietly tiptoed towards the kitchen, your throat feeling sore from how little you had to drink today. As you began to drink, you heard someone clear their throat behind you, making you jump. “Back so late, Y/N?” Steve’s voice sternly said, in a hushed tone so as not to wake up your mum. “Work kept me behind” you falsely smiled at him, tipping the remaining water down the sink in an effort to get to your bedroom faster. “Is that so?” “Yeah, lots of paperwork needed to be done and the deadline was tomorrow” “See, it’s funny you should say that, because I called in at your work, and they said you had left hours ago” You swallowed hardly, “I-“ “You’re lying to me, aren’t you?” “No! No...I-I was there. Maybe they just didn’t see me?” “Don’t lie to me, Y/N...you know I won’t tolerate liars” he snarled, his fist clenching by his sides. “Steve, I swear to you, I wasn’t-“ “Where were you?” “I’ve already told you! I was at work!” His fist smacked your face, making your lip bleed rapidly. Your face stung and you felt your head pulsing as you went to touch your swollen lip. “Don’t make me ask again, Y/N...” “I-“ you began to cry, “I was seeing a friend” “Which friend?” “A friend from work” “Which friend?” He persisted, his hand raising slightly. “Danielle” you hesitated, closing your eyes in fear. “You hesitated, Y/N. You’re lying to me again” “Dan! His name’s Dan” you sobbed, almost hunching on the floor in fear. “Oh a MALE friend? You’ve been seeing a guy?” You didn’t say anything, you just continued to cry on the floor. “We don’t keep secrets in this family, Y/N” You sniffled, finally gaining some confidence, “you’re not my family. And you never will be” You looked up and met rage filled eyes, his smirk growing, “Oh Y/N, I’m family now. And I always will be” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Beat that, suckers!” Dan cheered, having won the fifth mario kart race in a row. “Good to see you’re nice to our subscribers” Phil laughed, checking the chats as they filmed their live stream. “What world will we go to next?” “Please not cheese land, please not cheese land” Phil jokingly pleaded As Dan was about to say some remark about Phil’s cheese phobia, the two of them turned their heads towards the door at the sound of the doorbell. “Should we answer it?” Phil asked Dan “Nah, let’s leave it. The neighbours will get it if it’s a parcel” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, yeah let’s just carry on. OH! I love this map!” Phil continued reading through the chat while Dan began commentating on the subscribers’ skills. “Mary Jane says that-Dan’s it’s the doorbell again...” Phil said, hearing the doorbell go off once more. “Ignore it. We’re busy” Dan said whilst concentrating on trying to pass by a subscriber to get to first, “hah! Beat that, Jamie07941! Phew, another race won!” “Ok! My turn!” Phil said excitedly, taking the control from Dan. As Phil started talking about his mii and the lands he likes, Dan checked his phone quickly.
Y/N - Dan? Please let me in. I need you.
“Uhh, I need to go get the parcel. Neighbours just text me” Dan showed Phil the text message from you, keeping it hidden from the camera so as not to reveal who you were. “Ok. Sorry guys, stuck with me for a couple minutes while Dan grabs the parcel. Anyway-“ Phil’s voice faded as Dan headed down the stairs and to the door of the apartment. “Y/N?” He opened the door to a crying mess, your head down. “Hey, is everything ok?” Dan took your hand gently and pulled you inside, not letting go once he had shut the door. “I-I’m sorry for coming. I know I said I wouldn’t. It’s just...work has been really hard today” You sniffed, refusing to look up at Dan. “Look at me, love” Dan urged, but you shook your head, “Hey, look at me” He tilt your head up gently, revealing the large bruise on your face. You had covered up the rest on your body with the large hoodie you put on before you went to work this morning. “What happened?!” Dan asked, worry in his voice. “I fell at work today. Into the printer” you fake laughed, wiping the tears away with your sleeve, careful not to reveal too much on your arms. “Oh sure” Dan replied, the sarcasm evident in his voice. “Seriously! I fell into the printer face first and managed to bruise my face. I’ve been the laughing stock today” Dan sighed, “listen, I have to carry on with the live show. You know where everything is in the kitchen. There’s a new pint of ice cream in the freezer I bought earlier today, so help yourself. Feel free to go to my room or watch some tv in the front room, just try to be quiet. Don’t want the subscribers knowing about you, right?” “I’m sorry...” “Hey, no. Don’t be sorry. It’s fine! Of course it is” He smiles comfortingly, pulling you in for a hug, “we won’t be long ok?” You nodded, Dan kissing you quickly before jogging back to the gaming room. You sighed, placing your bag on the floor by the door, along with your shoes. You looked in the mirror and wiped the visible tears, fixing your hair so it wasn’t sticking up everywhere. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You ate the entire thing?!” You looked up from your place on the sofa to see Dan, stood in awe at the fact you ate an entire pint of ice cream by yourself. “I haven’t eaten today” you shrugged, going back to watching the tv. “You haven’t eaten?” You shook your head in reply, Dan humming. “Well, Phil and I haven’t had dinner yet so...take out?” “Yeah...I could do a takeout” Dan smiled, “PHIL?!” “WHAT?!” You heard Phil shout from the other side of the apartment. “WE’RE GETTING TAKEOUT” “YAY” “That was the most sarcastic yay I have ever heard. And it wasn’t from Dan?” You gasped jokingly, lifting up the blanket and inviting Dan next to you. He sat down next to you and rested his head on your shoulder, typing into his phone. “What would you prefer? Just be warned, Chinese doesn’t exactly agree with Phil” You laughed gently, “Pizza sound ok?” “Sounds perfect” he looked up to meet your eyes, smiling widely. You kissed his forehead softly and smiled back. The two of you didn’t break eye contact for minutes until Phil walked in the room. “Guys - JESUS Y/N! Your face! Are you okay?!” Phil gasped, rushing towards you to look at the bruise more carefully. “I fell into the printer at work today” you laughed, pushing him away playfully. “Oh. As long as you’re alright” he smiled, concern in his eyes. “Thank you Phil” you smiled back Phil sighed “So! What’s the verdict?” “Pizza” Dan announced, “Care to order for us?” “Why can’t you?” “I got the post this morning, you can call the pizza place. One margarita, one pepperoni and whatever you want” Dan smiled at him smugly, Phil rolling his eyes, although still smiling. “Y/N?” Phil turned his gaze to you, “Will you be staying tonight? Just gotta make sure there are enough clean towels” “Uhhh...” you hesitated, looking between Phil and Dan, seeing them both silently pleading for you stay, “if it’s ok with you guys then sure. Might as well” “Great! Cool, I’ll go make the call and then sort out everything” Phil said excitedly, heading out the room. “Phil, wait! I’ll call the pizza place. I need to call my mum anyway, tell her I’m not coming home tonight” you smiled, lifting the blanket off of you. “What? I thought you lived on your own?” Dan interjected, confusion in his voice, whilst frowning slightly at your absence. “Yeah!” You quickly corrected yourself, “Yeah, I do. I was supposed to be staying at hers tonight but I’d much rather be here” “Oh...are you sure?” “Totally. She won’t mind” you said as you began to type in her number “Y/N?” Dan called after you again. “Mmhm?” “What about the cats?” “Right...I almost forgot I had cats” you laughed nervously, “I guess I better call my neighbour too. Thanks, hun” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hey, mum?” “Is everything alright?” “Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Is Steve at home?” “No, he’s at the bar. What’s the matter?” “I’m not going to be home tonight...” “Why? Where are you going?” “I...I’m staying at Dan’s house tonight” “Steve won’t like that, Y/N. You know that” “I know” you sighed, “can you just tell him that I’m staying at Grandma’s? Say she needed help with some stuff and I thought I would stay?” “I can try. I’m can’t guarantee that he’ll believe me” “Please? Mum, I can’t live like a child in that house. Especially not with him. I need to live my life...and this is part of it” “Does Steve know about Dan?” You sighed, hearing the panic in your mum’s voice over the phone, “he knows about Dan’s existence. Not that I’ve been dating him for nearly a year” “I can’t believe you’ve managed to hide that for so long. You know, if he finds out, he might be worse than usual. Jesus, Y/N, he might kill us” “Mum...if you need me to come home, I will” “No! No, Y/N. Stay. You’re right. You’re an adult. You need to be treated like one” “Thank you...you’ll call me or message me if he tries anything. I’ll be straight home” “I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Yeah. Love you, mum” “Love you too” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Oooh Pizza” Phil excitedly muttered when we heard the doorbell go off. When Phil left you and Dan alone to go and get the pizza, Dan paused the movie and pulled you close into a giant bear hug. “I love you, you know that right?” “I know. I love you too” you smiled at him, snuggling down into his warmth. “Y/N, can I suggest something insane?” “What’s that?” “Move in with me?” You gasped quietly, then looked away from Dan, not quite believing what he said. “Y/N? Everything ok?” He asked, noticing your behaviour change “You don’t want me living here. I don’t think I could, anyway” “Sure you could! Phil loves you, not as much as me of course, but he’d love you here. It’s closer to your work so you don’t have to get up so early” “What...what about the cats?” “Bring them with you!” You stared at Dan, “you hate cats...” “Yeah, I do. They’re evil. But if it means you’d move in with me then I don’t care” You sighed, “Dan, I don’t think it’s right for me to move in. It’s too soon” “Y/N, we’ve been together for nearly a year, it’s not THAT soon” Luckily, Phil walked in at that moment. Sighing of relief, you smiled at him and took the pizza, playing the movie again. Dan sighed next to you and took his own pizza, evidently annoyed that you wouldn’t agree to it. His eyes looked down towards your hands, debating whether or not to take them in his own, when your hoodie sleeve slid down slightly when you tried to pull a slice of pizza apart from the others. Dan’s eyes widened at the large purple bruises on your wrist, easily in the shape of fingers. He cleared his throat, averting his eyes, knowing you hadn’t clocked that he had spotted them. Throughout the movie, you and Phil laughed and joked around, commenting on each mistake in the movie, but Dan sat there silently, smiling weakly if either of you made a joke or reference towards him. He couldn’t stop thinking about who could have done this to you. As far as he knew, you lived alone with your cats, and everyone at your work was lovely when he went to surprise you. When the film ended, Phil decided to go to bed, leaving the two of you to voluntarily clear up so that you wouldn’t have to do it tomorrow morning. You followed Dan to his room when you had finished, excitement building up inside of you at the thought of spending the night with Dan. You watched him lovingly as he began to get ready for bed, tidying the side of the bed he didn’t sleep on to allow you to actually fit on the bed. “Voila. All ready” he smiled, before noticing your clothes, “aren’t you going to change?” “I haven’t got anything to change into” you shrugged, happily lifting the duvet to slide into bed. “Wait, you can’t sleep in that!” Dan said, laughing slightly before going to his wardrobe. He pulled out his extra long black shirt and handed it to you, “Here you go” “Thanks” you smiled gratefully, before heading out the room. “Hey, where you going?” “Bathroom?” “You can change in here, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before” he laughed, his mind going back to the bruises he saw on your wrist. “I need the toilet anyway. I won’t be long” “Y/N!” Dan called after you as you continued walking down the hall. “Yeah?” You walked back into his room, the shirt in hand. “Tell me what’s going on...” “What?” “I saw them...” “Saw what?” “The bruises. On your wrist” You cleared your throat, pulling the sleeves down, suddenly becoming very self conscious. “It was the printer” “Like that bruise on your face?” “Yeah” you smiled weakly “Stop lying to me, Y/N! What’s going on?!” He raises his voice, seeing you flinch. He immediately regretted shouting, and carefully walked towards you, pulling you into an embrace as you began to cry. “I’m sorry” you whispered. “No. Don’t be sorry” he kissed your head, “I just love you too much to see you be hurt. Tell me what’s going on. Tell me who’s hurting you. Maybe I can help” “You can’t, Dan” you sobbed into his chest, “no one can” “Let me try” he said soothingly, rubbing your back gently. “Can we talk about this in the morning? I just want to sleep now” you sniffed, Dan nodding. “Change in here. I know about it now so...” “Dan, I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed the toilet” you laughed slightly, Dan wiping the tears away. “Go on then” he smiled, watching as you walked away, feeling furious with whoever broke you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You had fallen asleep in his arms, and had the best sleep you’ve had in ages. Dan, however, couldn’t sleep. He held you tightly and wouldn’t let you go, other than when you rolled around in your sleep. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, scared you would run away from him if he fell asleep. He felt like he had to protect you, even though he knew no one was going to come into his bedroom in the middle of the night. He sighed and loosened his grip slightly, pulling the duvet back gently so as not to wake you up. He took the hem of the shirt and pulled it up to your chest, revealing a body of purple and brown and black. He gasped slightly and felt the tears begin to form, lightly tracing his fingers along your body, making you shiver slightly. He leant down and kissed your shoulder, pulling down the shirt and covering both of you with the duvet again. He sighed and pulled you in close, hugging you tightly as you shifted by slept deeper into him. Dan began to cry quietly, making sure not to wake you up. So many questions were racing through his mind. Who was doing this? How long has she been suffering through this? Why didn’t she talk to me? Dan wanted nothing more than to save you from this, and take away all the pain you were going through. He tried to sleep, hoping you would explain everything in the morning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Phil! Phil!” Dan shouted as he ran into the kitchen, sliding slighting on the wooden floors, “where’s Y/N?!” “Shower, I think. Why?” Dan sighed, “thought she ran off...” “Why would she do that?” Phil laughed confused, taking another mouthful of his cereal. “I...um...well...” Dan hesitated, before sitting down next to Phil, “I think someone’s abusing her” Phil almost spat his cereal, “What?!” “Shhhhh” Dan hushed, checking the doorway, “she’s got bruises everywhere. The bruise on her face wasn’t from the printer...someone’s hurting her. There are bruises on her wrists and all the way up her body. We need to stop whoever’s doing this to her” “Who could it be?” Phil wondered. “That’s the thing, I don’t know! Unless she’s seeing someone else...” Dan’s voice broke at the thought. “No. I’m sure she wouldn’t be, Dan” “DAN!!” The boys heard your voice shout out to them, their heads both turning to the doorway. “YEAH?!” Dan called back “MIND IF I BORROW A MERCH HOODIE? JUST FOUND A PIZZA STAIN ON THE ONE I WORE YESTERDAY” “YEAH GO FOR IT” Phil turned towards Dan, taking another spoonful of his cereal, “Go talk to her. Only way to find out” “Yeah. Thanks, Phil” Dan smiled and headed towards his room, seeing you humming happily to yourself as you got changed and began making the bed. “You’re pretty” Dan said in a childish voice, stepping away from the wall he was just leant on to hug you from behind. “Thanks, babe” you looked up and kissed him, before continuing to make the bed, although admittedly it was a lot harder with a full sized Dan on your back. “Y/N?” “Yes?” “When are we going to talk about it?” You paused, standing up for a moment, feeling Dan place his head on your shoulder in anticipation. “I don’t know how” you placed your hands on his arm, which was wrapped tightly around your waist. At perfect timing, your phone began to ring. “Shit” you muttered, recognising your mum’s ringtone, “Dan, I have to get this” “Y/N!” He whined, annoyance evident in his voice. “Dan, please!” You pushed him away, slightly roughly, and headed towards your phone, “Mum?” “Y/N?” Your mum’s voice sounded panic and rushed, “you need to come home. Now” “Mum, is everything ok?!” “It’s Steve, Y/N...just get here as soon as you can and we might just be alright” “Yeah. Yeah I’m on my way now. I’ll be as quick as I can” You hung up quickly, turning to Dan. He was sat on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands in a clenched fist to his lips. “Dan...” “Don’t. Just...don’t. If you need to go, go” he said, monotonously. He didn’t look at you, he just stared straight at the wall in front of him. “Dan, please don’t be mad...” “Mad?” He scoffed, “I’m not mad” You scoffed back, “Yeah, and I’m not your girlfriend” Dan finally looked at you, raising his voice, “What?!” “Jesus, Dan! I was being sarcastic!” Of course you’re mad at me!” You felt Dan’s eyes on you, burning into you with the anger. “Dan! I know you’re mad that I won’t move in. I know you’re mad that I won’t tell you about the bruises on my body. I know you’re mad that I’ve got millions of secrets that I haven’t yet told you. But I have to go, or my mum might just get killed!” Dan’s eyes turned from anger to shock, “What?” “Dan! I need to go!” You began to sob, your hands beginning to shake. “Woah! Hey!” Dan sprung up from his place on the bed, grabbing you and holding you up before you fell to the ground, “Hey! Breathe with me ok?” “Dan, I need to get to my mum. Steve’s going to hurt her” you cried, clinging onto him tightly. “Ok. Ok, I’m going to come with you, alright?” Dan encouraged, trying to help lift you up. “No! Dan, he’ll kill you!” “He won’t touch me” he smiled comfortingly, escorting you towards the front door. “PHIL! HURRY!” He called, the sound of footsteps getting louder behind you. “What? What’s happened?” Phil asked panicked. “Just call a taxi” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Mum?! MUM?!” You called into the house, looking in every room you could. You sprinted up to her bedroom and opened the door, seeing her laying unconscious on the floor. “Mum?!” You rushed to her, trying desperately to wake her up. She had a pulse. He wasn’t a murderer yet. As you tried to lift her up, you were knocked down by a kick to the head. You groaned in pain, curled up on the floor as you clutched your head, but Steve picked you up roughly and slammed you against the wall. You could smell the alcohol from a mile away, and you could tell he was high from the way his eyes were bloodshot. “You didn’t come home last night, Y/N” he snarled, an evil smirk appearing on his face. “Steve, leave me alone” you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks “Oh no, Y/N. You lied to me. You’ve been hiding this Dan from me for months now. You know what I do if someone lies to me, Y/N...except, this time you AND your mother pay” Your head was slammed against the wall, causing you to almost black out. His fist collided with your face nearly ten times, if not more. He kicked you and beat you down until you were coughing blood into the carpet. Just as he was about to slam his foot into you as you lay on the ground, you heard the boys storm in. You couldn’t see much through your swollen eyes, but you saw Dan and Phil push and pull Steve away from you, ducking each punch Steve threw their way. One punch hit Dan in the face, and you saw Dan’s entire demeanour change. He pushed him to the wall roughly, throwing his own punches towards Steve. You heard Phil call the police and decided to try and wake your mum up again. You crawled over to her, hissing through the pain of what was probably a few cracked ribs, but you reached her eventually. “Mum?” You whispered, shaking her arm as much as you could, “Mum, come on. They’re going to get rid of him for good, mum” You didn’t know if she woke up, or what happened after that, because the next thing you knew everything was dark. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You woke up slowly, your eyes adjusting to the light. Your whole body ached and you groaned as you tried to sit up. As you finally adjusted to your surroundings, you realised you weren’t your own room. The duvet cover was the familiar black and grey squares. In front of you, you saw the hideous ass chair. It was Dan’s room. You grabbed your phone and checked the time, seeing it was two days later than when you went home. “Y/N?” You looked up and saw a beaten up Dan, smiling down at you. “Oh my god, what happened to your face?!” “Shhh...I got a bit angry with Steve and ended up getting beaten myself. He got it worse though” he winked, or at least, tried to wink through the grand black eye. “Is mum ok?” You asked, trying to get out of bed but Dan pushing you back. “She’s here. And awake. And fine. We gave her the spare room until she’s comfortable to go back to her house” “And-“ “And Steve’s currently in the county jail. No doubt one of his friends will try and bail him but...you’re safe with me” he smiled at you, stroking your arms, before laughing slightly to himself. “What’s so funny?” “You look a right mess” he kept laughing, and you went to hit him but it hurt too much to move, so it was more of a pathetic wave towards his direction. Dan leant down and kissed you gently, cautious of the marks and bruises on your face. “I love you, Y/N” “I know” you smiled at him, grateful for such a wonderful boyfriend, before you realised, “oh my god, Dan...” “What?” “You can’t post anything anywhere for weeks! I mean...your subscribers would go mad! And then you’d have to reveal me, and-“ “Calm down! I want them to know about you. Anyway, asshat can’t hurt you now. I know that’s the only reason you didn't want to announce it” he watched as you awkwardly nodded your head, “Oh! And you don’t own any cats. Do you?” You sighed, smiling slightly to yourself, “No. I’m actually deadly allergic to them” Dan threw his head back in laughter and you joined him. “I can’t believe you lied to me for that long. I thought I knew everything about you” “Well...no more secrets now” “Promise?” “Promise” you smiled “Hey, Y/N...” “Mmhm?” You replied, sitting up more so you were face to face with him. “Does this mean you can move in now?” “Ok” you nodded “Ok? Seriously?” Dan said excitedly, “you’ll move in with me?” You nodded, kissing him gently. “This is the best day of my life!” He cried, “I mean...apart from the fact everyone’s covered in bruises and recovering from a demon attack but other than that...YES!! WOO!!” Dan jumped up and ran towards the doorway, “PHIL! SHE SAID YES! SHE’S GONNA LIVE WITH US!!” “YAY!!” You chuckled, “huh, less sarcastic this time” Dan laughed with you, racing back to the bed and carefully jumping on top of you, holding you tightly, peppering kisses along your neck up to your cheek before smiling down at you lovingly. “Welcome home, Y/N”
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Criminal!Kihyun
Criminal!Kihyun AU
Laundering Money (more serious than you think in this au lmao)
Warnings? Badass Protag against Too Cocky Kihyun
Ft. Jooheon!!
Kihyun barely looks like the kind of person who would introduce himself as a mattress company owner
But he does,,,
He thinks it’s less suspicious if he first tells someone he owns his own chain of businesses across the ocean
But on his business card it says in matte lettering
Restonic Mattress Company - CFO, Yoo Kihyun
And no, that’s not a typo on the card
Kihyun likes to play his cards right,,, and while he knows being CEO is impressive to anyone,,,
CFO gives him the luxurious life he lives every day
Chief. Financial. Officer.
Kihyun is entrusted with the most important part of any business
Cold hard cash
He tracks cash flow, does the financial planning, and analyzes the company’s strengths and weaknesses when it comes to corrective actions
But while Restonic may be their company name, there is a much darker surface that Kihyun’s fingertips touch
It certainly is a registered business and qualified company, but Kihyun knows that he doesn’t need customers in his stores to make the money he does
The money he receives every two weeks is dirty, and he knows this
It’s laundered.
He takes the vast amounts of money he makes from drug trafficking and sex selling - and he turns it into legitimate money that no one can question him about
He can spend it how he wants without banks or law enforcement questioning him
And even if Wall Street didn’t already take dirty money, he can still invest in stock
He feels like he’s a winner every day
He wakes up in silk sheets and smirks at himself in the mirror knowing he can beat the system
That is,,, until you come running along
You’re not stupid and you’re not just a crazy conspirator
You know that Restonic isn’t exactly the most popular mattress place
You’ve never even seen one in person, yet when you look up where there are Restonic’s near you, a dozen results pop up in the range of 40 miles
You think that’s strange because there should be maybe two within 40 miles of each store
There’s not that much of a demand for mattresses - especially with the internet now
I mean,,, who goes to buy a mattress anymore? Unless you really really need one,, one mattress will last one person at least a better half of ten years if not that much
So you think something’s up
But you don’t know what you can exactly do about it either,,,
Especially when you’ve done a little digging on the CEO, COO, and,,, the CFO
You can’t lie, you really haven’t heard of a CFO before, but seeing the profile picture of someone named Yoo Kihyun made you want to get answers
He looked smug,,, with that little position title underneath his picture on the company’s website
With a few website hacks, public records and case files underneath your nose, you scrutinized it all
And no mattress firm can make five grand a month - not every single damn one of them!
You knew the conspiracies, you knew about money laundering
And Restonic was doing exactly that
You bite your lip and do a little more digging on the company’s website
It’s looking for job applications at their headquarters
The position is in the office, openings on the 4th, 7th, and 8th floor
The company has ten floors, and you’re determined to nab the job that’s closest to that CEO floor
You have your friend Jooheon make you a stellar job application that will pass their critiques
Employer’s phone numbers wired to buildings Jooheon’s affiliates operated to cover for you
Extensive research to get your head in the game of what you need to know
Jooheon personally training you on the type of computer work you need to have down pat. Also hacks to make really nice reports and sales charts that would help along the line
You don’t know why you care that much - maybe it’s because you’re an aspiring journalist
And normally you don’t want to do stories that would ruin people’s image or company
But when Jooheon does research on the CFO of that damned place, it just makes your blood boil
“Look at this, he must take a vacation at least every two weeks”
“He makes so much money he has three villas on the oceanside, an English country house, another three beach houses, two condos, and a big ass classic ranch house that’s in, of course, Colorado.”
“(Y/n), you know there’s a reason people put companies overseas it makes it easier for tax evasion. So even if he is laundering money, he can still get away with a lot! What a snake!”
You sit in another computer chair next to Jooheon most nights while you wait for your application to be processed.
You don’t personally have a permanent residence in South Korea, but Jooheon does,,,
So after taking multiple nights to talk about it, Jooheon agrees to lend you his apartment there if you get the job
Until he can make it over there himself,, he still has business to finish up here before he can go back
And you,,, surprisingly get an email just two days later
It’s from an associate, obviously, but there’s the CEO’s signature at the bottom just to make things look professional
You have a web interview on Tuesday, and if they decide you’re good for the job, they will personally fly you out Friday for free if you have a place to stay and can pay for that place and the price of living yourself
You aren’t the best at interviews but being prepped and supported by Jooheon helps
You make it through it with three people on the other side of the screen
With your fake work experience and great answers, they ask you if you want to work for them
You say yes, and bow your head in thanks
On Friday, Jooheon takes you to the airport, smiling a cheesy smile
“You gotta bust him, (Y/n). Don’t worry, I’ll walk you through it all, ok? Call me when you get there, and you can always call me or text me whenever you’re feeling lonely or anxious or,,, if you just miss me that much”
You want to grab his tongue when he sticks it out at you with jest
“Ok dad, my flights calling.” You joke back and he pouts as he hands you your carry on
“Dad-zoned? Really?”
“I’ll call you. Thanks...Jooheon. I promise we’ll get this business shut down and we can watch Yoo Kihyun choke on his lawsuits.”
You have the tightest hug in your life before you leave
There are a lot of steps that involve you getting close to Kihyun’s secret
But right now is when the story really starts to get interesting
You have been working here for six months, Jooheon got back to Korea right smack dab in the middle of that time
You have an earpiece in today, with Jooheon on the other end
You’re scared, but you also are so ready for this to be over
You somehow have steady nerves as you watch Kihyun walk out of your floor into the elevator going down
Conveniently, you have reports that you were told to leave on his desk that day before his 2 o’clock meeting
Well, you were actually supposed to leave them to his own secretary on the 9th floor, but you and Jooheon made sure she wouldn’t come into work that day
Nothing bad! Just made a few phone calls and moved up her dental appointment to a time that would leave you leeway to Kihyun’s office
And, not to brag, but it worked
So you quietly stand from your own tiny cubicle, professionally walking to the stairwell
You’d rather not bump into anyone on the elevator questioning your existence if you were going up into the high-rank territory
“Jooheon? I’m heading up now.” You initiate a conversation for what’s about to go down in the next exact twelve minutes it should take you to recover those fraud files
“Ok. Just keep cool. You have his secretary’s spare key to his office, right?”
You did, and you couldn’t help but side eye the powerful people you passed as you casually walked towards Kihyun’s personal office
You read his golden name palate before inserting the key and turning it, walking into an office that smelt like stacked paper, printer ink, and a subtle hint of what must be Kihyun’s cologne
You first set the reports you did into a plastic hanging container by the door to make it look like you weren’t snooping if he ever did question you
“Look on the second bottom drawer of the filing cabinet by his bookcase”
You first quietly shut the door and locked it before hurrying over to the said filing cabinet
Jooheon was looking along with you in a camera put into fake glasses
“Locked.” You mutter before going over to Kihyun’s personal desk. You open drawers and try multiple keys before growing frustrated
“Just take your pin” Jooheon finally resorts to, and he instructs you painfully slow as you desperately try to pick the lock
Well, you got lucky
Thick files and folders filled with papers upon papers fill your view as there are vague tabs that state what they were
“There! Fraud Files”
It was so stupidly blatant, but you take it. You open the heavy folder before scanning the first few pages. You confirm this is what you’re looking for
You show the whole folder into your empty laptop bag before checking other folders
“Take his dumb insurance policies, too. The jerk even has his assets info in there. Take it, (Y/n). Everything you can fit.”
You smile as you do. You take the most crucial information first, and when your laptop bag is heavy and full, you stand and jam the lock shut again.
You smirk as you purposely break your pin in the lock, making sure he won’t find out these were gone until it was too late
You unlock the door and wait just a second before opening the door
Your heart jumps as you spot Kihyun walking down the hall with the COO
You play it cool and bow with a smile. Kihyun gives you a questioning glace as he doesn’t recognize you
“Sorry, sir, your secretary called in today, but I gave my reports. I just put them in the cubby here.” You meekly point before bowing and heading on your way, not wanting to seem suspicious
“Hold on.” Your blood feels like it’s painfully frozen as he lightly grasps your arm. You turn with your best new hire face
“Yes, sir?”
“Do you know if the Third Quarter Assets were in those reports?” He asks with a stoic expression
You bend your shoulders inwards in a small shrug, “I’m not sure, I don’t have access to those kinds of numbers.”
He nods before turning back to the COO, leading him inside his office as he shuts the door
It takes everything in you not to run towards the elevator and out of this place forever
“Shit that was close. Damn it Jooheon, what if we took longer than that?” You panic as you make your way down the stairs, toting a very heavy laptop bag in high heels
“Well it scared me, too! Just get your shit and get home we have a flight tomorrow morning.”
You smile, “This feels like I’m a spy. Like we’re spies.” You giggle as you open the door to your floor and make your way towards your desk with a smile
You quietly pack your things, shutting down your computer before taking your purse
You walk out of those company doors, and you know you’ve won
Jooheon and you look over the thousands of fraud files that stick together
You report them to the police and hand it over
You give your statement, and your report
You tell them that you will be heading back home
And you leave the country
But who said you had to give the police every single report out of thousands?
You keep a few for yourself and Jooheon
And you guys win
It’s a plus that you’ve gained a few thousand dollars
...More than that,,,
You’ve gained a villa on the oceanside
And 200,000 dollars in paid for assets
You smirk as it doesn’t take long for Kihyun’s name to go into the gutter
You’re holding tea in front of packed up boxes as you watch from your t.v as Kihyun is put in jail for holding - no bond available, as he is a flight risk
You keep updated as his homes go up for sale and are bought by millionairs and rich kids
And when he finally does go to prison for a multitude of financial crimes,,,
You’re breathing in salty wind and sandy air on the porch of your new villa with Jooheon
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Lowkey loved how this turned into a subtle Jooheon x Reader
Hope you enjoyed lovelies!! <3
-S
#monsta x#monsta x au#monsta x jooheon#monsta x kihyun#criminal au#kihyun au#monsta x kihyun au#kihyun criminal au#criminal kihyun au#kihyun#jooheon#kpop au#crime au#money laundering
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fly me to the moon.
genre: fluff, angst. character/s: im changkyun | reader. overview: you didn't realize changkyun was being dead serious when he said he was going to get you a planet. word count: 3072.
You met Im Changkyun on your very first day of orientation at the space station. Donning the dark blue jumpsuit, you almost mistook him for an engineering technician if not for your immediate supervisor, who later on introduced you to him. Changkyun said there was a very noticeable spark in your eyes the moment he introduced himself as a "space traveller", but you argue that, actually, you were rolling your eyes. And it was love at first sight.
Or, at least, that's the version you and Changkyun tell your friends and family whenever they ask about the story of how you two met, because the real version was far too embarrassing.
In reality, you met him within your first week at the space station. Changkyun became your proof that, indeed, light travels faster than sound, because the first thing you noticed is the barpin attached to the left side of his chest. Astronaut, the pin read. And for a science geek like you are, astronauts were the Einsteins and the Newtons and the Galileos of the modern age. They were, to your standards, at a god-like level. And it didn't help that your father used to be an astronaut. You've met astronauts before, of course – you recognized even some of them as your father's colleagues – but nothing could ever compare to the feeling you've had after meeting one for the very first time in a long time, and it just so happened that the very first astronaut you meet is Im Changkyun.
For your first week, you've heard all sorts of things about him – about how he was around your age, only older; about how he was an aeronautics genius, having qualified for the position when he was only nineteen; and about how he rarely ever talks to anyone, despite knowing almost everyone in the station. And while you see him sometimes around your department, you remained in your own orbit of endless paperwork and debugging.
Being fairly new on the job, you were the object of all menial tasks that your superiors wouldn't want to get their hands on. And, wanting to prove that you bagged the position based on your credentials and not your last name, you stayed behind the first few days to be able to keep up with the backlogs left behind by your predecessor. You felt proud of yourself, knowing you were surrounded by people who understood the real nature and significance of your line of work – that is, until Friday night when everyone had rushed home even before the clock struck five.
The entire floor was silent, except for the occasional sound of the printer from another office and the tapping on the keyboard as you were finishing up the codes for a test project. Solely focused on your work, you didn't notice how the machine from next door stopped in the middle of a printing job. You only realized this when Changkyun brought the printer to you himself.
"Hey," he said, making you almost jump in your seat from surprise. His eyebrows were furrowed behind his glasses as he looked down at the printer cradled in his arms, like a father bringing his sick child to a doctor. "You know stuff about printers, right? Could you help me out a bit?"
Standing up from your seat, you noticed wires trailing behind him. "I'm sorry, you must be in the middle of something," Changkyun continued. "It's just that everyone's gone home and I can't find anybody else but you to help me."
"It's okay," you managed to croak. Although slightly annoyed that he thought you could fix all computer hardware problems being a computer scientist, you let it go, convincing yourself that he didn't really have anyone to ask help from.
As you flip the printer over and open the cover, the boy behind you looked on with curiosity. Light travels faster than sound, because Changkyun looked smart until you heard him ask, "Do you know where cows come from?"
"Huh?" you asked, peeling your eyes away from the printer you were disassembling and looking back at him.
Changkyun wore a straight face when he replied, "From the Milky Way," as if he was expecting you to laugh. You only blinked back at him, confused, and carried on with fixing the printer. It turned out that he only ran out of ink, and assuming he was doing loads of paperwork, you guessed he would need more, so you gave him handfuls of new ink cartridges. After you taught him how to replace the cartridge, the astronaut went well on his way, lugging the bulky machine with him. It was only when he left that you realize he was telling you a joke, and a bad one at that.
So Changkyun himself debunked your own view of him as someone you should idolize, because the next few times you saw him, you realize he is actually a kid in a man's body and not the god you've made him out to be. He had swivel chair races with his fellow astronauts on their free time. During lunch, in a tray full of glasses of orange juice and iced tea, he was the only one who asks for a carton of milk. And every single time he would pass by you, he never failed to tell you a joke which was, most of the time, godawfully space-related. Sometimes his jokes were too scientific you don't even understand them. But, still, Changkyun persevered. He was determined to Google all possible jokes in hopes of finally making you laugh.
The day it did happen, Changkyun wasn't even joking. He brought you along with him, for "part two of your orientation", on a loaded spacecraft that was ready to disembark at any time. As he was busily tinkering with the cupboards, which he called space cabinet, one of the doors hit him smack dab in the middle of his face, taking him by surprise. The look on his face was too much for you to handle, causing you to burst out laughing. And it shook his soul down to its core. Because this, he realized, was a black hole he was never getting out of.
When you calm down a few seconds later, you exhaled deeply. "To be honest, I've never been inside a rocketship before," you said, taking small, careful steps and fighting the urge to touch the controllers.
"Yeah? Why would it be weird? A lot of people have never been inside a rocketship either."
"If you consider the fact that my dad was an astronaut, then yeah, it's pretty weird."
Changkyun's eyes widened. "Your dad was an astronaut? Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Well, he's pretty... well-known for being an astronaut."
He gasped. "Is your dad Neil Armstrong? Or Buzz Aldrin? What Apollo mission was he in?"
"The Apollo 21," you whispered, causing Changkyun's excitement to quickly die down.
"You mean–"
"The rocket that never launched, yeah."
Both of you grew quiet afterwards, and the silence inside the spacecraft was deafening. It ached to be even thinking about your dad again, and although you knew working in the same space station as he did would only make you remember him more, you knew it was the closest you could ever get to being with him again, so who were you to pass the opportunity up?
When your gaze met Changkyun's, you saw him open his mouth, as if to say something in consolation. But you didn't want him to feel bad for bringing the subject up when, really, it was something you've grown to accept. So you tried to bring the mood back up by saying, "Hey, do you know which planet keeps remarrying?"
The boy immediately turned to look at you. "Huh?"
"Saturn," you replied.
This caused the left corner of Changkyun's mouth to twitch. "Right, because of the rings," he said, letting out a tight laugh. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for you to follow closely behind him. "Well, that was a nice attempt, but can we both agree that I'm the only one who can do the jokes from now on?"
"Whatever you say, space boy," you responded, shaking your head in disbelief as you followed him out of the rocketship.
Pretty much everyone in the station assumed you were dating, so it wasn't a big deal to be actually dating Im Changkyun. Dates with an astronaut weren't all that different compared to dates you've had before with regular college guys. More often than not, you dated over work, especially on days he didn't have aircraft training. He would drop by your department and always manage to find an excuse to stay.
"I don't understand a single line of code. Can you please dumb it down for me?" he asked as he burst through the glass doors of the office, bringing with him folders of the printed source code of the latest robotics experiment.
You narrowed your eyes at him. "Did you just waste ink on that?"
Changkyun's eyes widened at your accusation, and he clutched his chest as he gasped. "Me? Waste ink? Just so I would have an excuse to come see you and flirt? What do you think of me, the best boyfriend ever? I'm offended, [Y/N[," he said dramatically, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval.
In fear of getting scolded by your superior, you rolled your eyes and got on with the task, anyway, laying out the code line by line. Your boyfriend, who was acting as if he didn't develop the software himself, knew when to nod and hum in approval to make it seem as if he were learning something completely new.
Once you were done, you frowned after seeing Changkyun staring at you intently. "What now?"
"Nothing," he explained, making no move to gather his papers. "I just noticed how you sound so hot when you talk smart."
His remarks earned him a slap on the arm, and as you shooed him out of your office, you made him promise not to come see you there, in fear of getting reprimanded.
So instead of the office, dates were conducted in the station's observation deck, especially during Friday nights when you were the only two left behind in the office. But for this random night, however, you were surprised when Changkyun came a little more prepared. In his casual clothes, he led you out towards the deck, which had a good view not only of the city but also of the clear, night sky. Thinking it was the same as your previous dates, you were taken aback after seeing your favorite snacks atop the blanket laid out on the floor.
"What's this?" you asked, already halfway through kicking your heels off and settling into a comfortable position on the floor. "You didn't do anything bad, did you?"
Your boyfriend was quick to defend himself. "I did not!" After a short while, though, he added, "Not really."
You frowned, patting the space beside you for him to occupy. He took his shoes off and crawled behind you, spreading his legs far apart enough for you to settle in between. "Bad news?"
He nodded, handing you the bags of snacks he brought. Resting his chin over your shoulder, he gave your head a reassuring peck. "But tell me about your day first."
"You can't tell me you have bad news and then ask me about my day," you sighed, turning to look at him.
"Finish all the snacks first," Changkyun said. "And then I'll tell you."
He had a stern look on his face, so you knew better than to disobey, even if your curiosity was killing you. You obliged, popping each snack open one by one, as he constantly asked you questions to keep you talking about your day. Once you finished, you pointed at the empty wrappers on the floor by your feet and looked back at him. "Now, can you please tell me what's going on?"
Changkyun hesitated, but made sure not to look into your eyes when he said, "They're sending me off on a mission."
"Do you want one?" he asked out of nowhere.
You frowned. "I thought I finished the last one?"
He flashed a small smile. "Not the snacks, silly," Changkyun said, squeezing your hand and, after a while, added, "I meant the exoplanets."
"I thought they're sending you off to the moon?"
"They are," he assured, glad that you had your back against his chest and your gaze fixed on the night sky so that he didn't have to see the sad look on your face. "Just... there's no mall in space. I want to get you a present for when I come back. There's no signal, either, so I won't be able to answer your calls to tell you I'm coming home for dinner."
"You're not even coming back," you replied, voice breaking by the end of the sentence. And suddenly you were eight again, watching as your father packed his bags and listening to him talk about how his trip to the moon is going to be like, as if it were as simple as a trip to the park. Twelve moons, he said, and twelve suns – that's how long you were supposed to wait until he returns. But thousands of moons and suns have come and gone and he was still nowhere to be found.
"I will," Changkyun protested, holding onto you by the hips so he could force you to face him. "Thirty-one suns and thirty moons. By the thirty-first moon, I'll be right here with you, I promise."
"Promise me."
He frowned. "I already said I promise."
"No, promise me with something else."
"Ya– weren't you listening? I already told you I'll get an exoplanet for you!"
You were crying by this point, but the look on his face was too funny that you couldn't help but laugh, so you let out a few giggles, sniffling afterwards. "You're just saying that to cheer me up."
"I am, and also to assure you I'm coming back," he said, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe your cheeks. "Now give me a name. Make it sound less complicated, okay, not like the usual 16 Cygni Bb crap they've been calling planets these days."
"What about Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?" you tried, fixing your composure because you know you can't be selfish enough to ask him to stay for you.
His eyebrows furrowed. "That's a mouthful."
"You just said not to make it sound too technical."
"Fine," the boy huffed. He wiggled his shoulders in an attempt to be cute and spread his arms out wide. "Now come kiss me, I'm upset I lost this argument."
So you did, peppering his lips with soft pecks. And when Changkyun pulled away from the kiss, he wore a mischievous grin across his face. "Ey, you kissed me! You like me, don't you?"
"Shut the hell up, space boy."
The day of Changkyun's launch, you held him a little closer, a tad bit tighter. You only stepped back when people from the media made their way towards him to ask him a few questions. Trying not to cry, you pulled yourself together and also pulled him towards you for the last time before he left.
"I'm not gonna die, mom," he said, voice so soft and warm that it made your eyes water a little.
"I know, just..." you sighed, swallowing the lump in your throat that threatened to rise as you squeezed both his hands. "Just come home for dinner, space boy. I'll be waiting." And before your tears spilled, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him.
It didn't take long before he had to go, with the rest of his crew almost dragging him towards the ship. You made sure you stood by the spacecraft with a fire extinguisher on hand, because if there was one thing you were good at, it was at never committing the same mistake twice, and no launchpad failure was ever going to cost you another loved one. Heartbreak for you came in the form of a countdown, and you held your breath as the rocket launched. The ship skyrocketed to the heavens in a matter of seconds. And it was only when the station received transmissions from the spacecraft that you were able to breathe again.
For an entire month, you felt like a lost astronaut drifting aimlessly in space, anxiously waiting. For an entire month, you became a proof to Einstein's Theory of Relativity, because every single day felt like a century. So to distract yourself, albeit momentarily, you focus all your attention to work, trying to get as many projects as possible done by the end of every shift. This technique seemed to work well for you, because you mixed up the thirtieth moon with the thirty-first sun after pulling an all-nighter at the space station.
With your head over your mouse pad, you woke up to someone shaking your shoulder. Knowing it must be the maintenance personnel again coming to wake you up so they could clean, you waved it off and turned your head the other way. The shaking continued however, which caused you to groan in irritation.
"Please just let me get ten more minutes of sleep and then I'll go, I promise."
"Houston, we have a problem," the voice replied, and you know exactly who it belonged to. You would recognize this voice even if it were lightyears away. And as you were frozen in place, he continued, "I know you asked for Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious..."
The grogginess left your mind as you lifted your head up and glanced behind you. And there, sitting on the swivel chair, was your space boy holding up a certificate with a small golden seal on the bottom right corner. He looked distraught, as if he had been told that the Earth was actually flat.
"...but I was only allowed to name it Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious II. Is that okay?"
In your happiness, you jumped at him, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck as you pepper his face with kisses all over. Changkyun stumbled back, surprised at the sudden weight, but managed to find his footing as he leaned back against one of the desks.
"Welcome back to Earth, space boy."
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Summer Stationary (Klaroline Vacay Gift exhange 2017)
Written for @cruelbabydoll for the Klaroline Vacay Giftexchange 2017) (Thank you for letting me write this for you dear)
Prompt: AU/AH Caroline works at the police station with her mom during summer break from college and Kol Mikaelson is always getting himself into trouble. Caroline calls Klaus to pick up his rowdy sibling at the station and they start a summer flirt. .
Warning SMUT!!!
“Come on Henrik! I expect this behaviour from Kol but you know so much better than this.” Caroline sighed handing him a glass of water.
“I’m sorry Caroline.” The boy said staring at his feet, he really did feel bad about all this trouble he had caused her.
“You’re from the richest family in town…why on earth would you steal something as trivial as a Milky Way bar?” Caroline asked again gently, feeling really sorry for the boy.
“Kol dared me.” Henrik admitted with a grumble, hating to give his brother up but not wanting Caroline to be more disappointed in him than she already was.
Caroline sighed running her hand through her hair. Never was there a trouble, and frankly, more annoying one than the one named Kol Mikaelson. “Well, I persuaded the store not to press charges,” She watched his eyes light up before his face fell at her next words, “but I called your older brother...he’s coming to pick you up...you stay here.” Feeling sorry for him she added over her shoulder, “And eat the damn Milky Way cause I paid for it now.”
“Thanks Caroline!” Henrik smiled grabbing the bar from her desk, munching on it happily.
Next stop, Kol Mikaelson.
Caroline had put him in a cell because frankly he was getting on her last nerves. He seemed to always stir up trouble no matter where he went. This summer alone he had been caught drinking 9 times, graffiti 3 times and this was at least the 5th theft charge. The only reason that boy wasn’t in Juvie was because his father paid a great deal to keep him away from there. Caroline, along with the actually police force, would have loved to see him sent there for at least a month or two.
Little Henrik was a different story though. He had just turned 12 this summer, being the youngest of the Mikaelsons, he still held his innocence. When she left for College two years ago, he had been such a sweet little boy and, in a way he still was, but he had no positive influences left in his life anymore. His parents were always somewhere on business and aside from Kol now, all his older brothers were off to college or working around the world for the Mikaelson family business. And this summer they seemed to be getting into a lot of trouble. She felt bad for the little boy because she knew he meant well. He just wanted to be like his bigger brother.
Caroline made her way through the halls, ever since she started college she would come back home to Mystic Falls for the summer and work with her mom at the station. A lot of the other officers would go on holidays with their families, so her mom could use the help. And she could use the money for a new back to school wardrobe.
“Alright Kol, I have a question for you.” Caroline said leaning against the bar of his cell, her eye glaring at him from beneath her frowning brow.
“Anything for you Caroline...all you have to do is ask, and I mean really, just ask.” Kol winked at her suggestively.
“Yeah unless you want me to keep you overnight for sexual harassment you might want to rephrase that.” Caroline warned him.
“Caroline, Caroline. We’ve been through this game before.” He waved his hand nonchalantly, “They lock me in here for a few hours, and then Elijah or Finn comes to pick me up. Then I’ll see you again here tomorrow same time, same place.” Kol laughed making Caroline scowl, he had obviously been drinking again.
“Yes well, keep pulling your little brother into your mess and I will make sure you’re not getting out for a while. Besides, neither Elijah nor Finn were home...Klaus is picking you up today.” Caroline explained opening the door to leave the holding area, “For the love of god, stay out of trouble Kol.” She sighed deeply.
Caroline had been taken aback a little when Klaus had picked up the home line. She hadn’t expected him to be home. Ever since Klaus Mikaelson left for art college 4 years ago he hadn’t been home once for the holidays. Caroline suspected he didn’t get along well with his father and that was what kept him away. She always tried to call one of the siblings to pick up the younger ones when they got in trouble. Mr. and Mrs. Mikaelson were never really home and from the one domestic violence charge in the computer history, she suspected Mr. Mikaelson had a temper problem.
When she was a freshmen in highschool Klaus Mikaelson had been a senior. He had been very different from the other Mikaelson siblings, almost polar opposites. All the ones before him had been great athletes or senior class president. Even his bitchy little sister had been co-captain of the cheer squad alongside Caroline. But Klaus seemed to be the forgotten Mikaelson. He spend most of him time in the art room and never really spoke to anybody aside from his siblings. The only person he was ever seen with was that crazy-ass, fake redhead Aurora, who was rumoured to have a thing with her brother on the side…all very creepy. Whenever he did talk to other people, Caroline found him to be rude and arrogant. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any friends. It just came off as if he just didn’t care about those things.
It had been a huge gossip when it had leaked he would not be joining in his brothers footsteps of going to Yale or Harvard or any other Ivy league school and would be attending art school instead. But he had left the small town of Mystic Falls Virginia without a care and never looked back.
Caroline had been playing a game of checkers with Henrik when he had walked in. At first she hadn’t recognized him, he had changed so much. And gotten ridiculously handsome. His skin tanned and his blond curls sunkissed by the Louisiana sun. She had heard he had gotten accepted to a prestigious art school in New Orleans and it had done him good. The way his body moved and his muscles bunched, Caroline could feel a stir in her loins as he casually pushed the glass doors open.
Klaus had been very annoyed when he had gotten the phone call from the police station. Apparently his younger brother Kol had gotten himself into trouble AGAIN and had found it amusing to drag their baby brother with him. He had been lucky father wasn’t around for any of this. Although he figured Mikael would find a way to blame him for it. As he walked into the police station he saw a beautiful blonde woman laughing with Henrik as they played a boardgame and Klaus couldn’t have been more pleased that the woman was taking such good care of him.
“Excuse me...” he coughed.
When she stood up from her chair Klaus’ breath was instantly taken away. She was an angel that had landed on this earth. Her eyes as blue as the sky in spring and a wave of blonde curls cascading down her back. She had been laughing and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. How could he not have seen her before in this dreary little town?
“Niklaus Mikaelson?” Caroline asked as she walked up to Klaus.
“The one and only love,” Klaus said instantly turning on his British charm. “And you are?”
Caroline felt a little stab in her ego when he didn’t recognize her. True, it had been a couple of years but she and his sister had been arch nemesis through all of high school, she had hoped he would recognize her at least a little, that she had at least made some form of impression on him.
“Caroline Forbes…We actually went to high school together.” Caroline tried to sound casual about it as she shook his hand.
“Impossible love, I think I would remember you.” Klaus chuckled looking at her from top to bottom.
“Maybe you were too busy being a lapdog to bitchy redheads from a bottle to notice anything else.” Caroline fired back a little too sassy.
Klaus had a laugh at that. She was very feisty. He liked a girl who defied him a bit.
“Are you guys flirting?” The voice of Henrik asked looking over at them.
Caroline could feel her face flushing bright red at the comment “No we are not!” she scolded him giving the little boy a death-glare.
“So what did the two knuckleheads do this time?” Klaus asked leaning over Caroline’s desk slightly.
The musky scent filled Caroline’s nostrils awakening something inside her. He smelled incredible. Her heart skipped a beat and she had to take in a shaky breath to calm her hormones.
“Kol apparently dared Henrik to steal something at the Mystic market.” Caroline said taking out a piece of paper from the printer. “I convinced the store not to press charges so both of them are free to go…but you need to sign here.”
Klaus took the pen that hung on off the desk by a metal chain and signed on the dotted line.
“Is there any fee to pay?” He asked Caroline as he almost got out his wallet.
“No, there’s no charges so no bail.” Caroline nodded.
“How much to keep Kol in here?” Klaus joked, giving her a boyish grin.
“Even your family doesn’t have that kind of money.” Caroline joked back with a flirty giggle. “I’ll go get him.”
Klaus watched her as she left to go get Kol, her body swaying hypnotically with every step she took.
“She’s pretty huh!” Henrik smirked at his older brother.
“Did you put in a good word for me at least? Or are you keeping her all to yourself.” Klaus joked back at his little brother.
“Nope sorry, you’re on your own and may the best man win!” Henrik shook Klaus’ hand dramatically.
“Niklaus! Always good to see you!” Kol smiled happily as Caroline brought him out to the front desk. “Caroline as always it’s been a pleasure.” he curtseyed and kissed Caroline’s hand before walking towards the door.
Caroline could see Klaus smacking Kol over the head and giving him a proper scolding, causing her to giggle. She couldn’t quite make out what it was he was saying but understood the word dumbass which was all she needed to know.
In the weeks that followed Klaus would be over at the police station every couple of days to pick up Kol or Rebekah for whatever mishap that had gotten into that time. And every time he would put on that British sexy charm and flirt with the beautiful blonde behind the desk. And every time the sexual tension between them would grow making Klaus realised he was almost looking forward to his siblings getting into trouble.
Every time he passed by Caroline would feel the flush in her face and the stirring in her loins. She would try to keep herself together by sassing him off or scolding him for not looking after his siblings better while trying not to let his good looks and flirting get to her.
As summer came to an end, Caroline found herself looking forward to the new fall semester. She would be sharing a dorm with her friend Bonnie this year and was really excited to go back. It was her last day at the office and she was just about to close off when the door opened and she saw Klaus walking in again. It had been the second time that day he had walked through the doors as Kol had gotten himself into trouble again earlier when he had gotten drunk and on a wager had run around the square naked.
“If you’re looking for Kol he’s not here.” Caroline said as she turned off the computer. “This time”
“I know. He believes he forgot his phone in his drunken haze.” Klaus chuckled at her annoyance.
“Oh, right. I didn’t give it back to him sorry.” Caroline remembered as she opened the vault where they put the stuff they would take from people brought in.
She bent over slightly trying to reach it and Klaus took the opportunity to stare at that perfectly shaped ass and the way those tight jeans fell over them. He could feel his erection growing. This girl was driving him insane and giving him cause to think she was doing this on purpose.
As she got back up he pretended to be looking in another direction but Caroline suspected he was staring at her ass and debated if she should call him out on it or just let it slide.
“Here you go” she said giving it to him.”You need to sign a paper that you received it though.” Caroline explained bummed that she had to turn on the computer again.
There was an awkward silence as they waited for it to start listening to the start up sound it made.
“I’m sorry for the trouble they gave you these last months.” He sighed, struggling to explain without giving too much away, “They’re good kids, father just keeps them on a tight leash.” Klaus said giving her a sympathetic smile.
Caroline nodded, surprised by the sudden sense of honesty and vulnerability he had shown all of a sudden. “It’s ok, I know what it’s like to grow up with a parent who expects perfection.” She brushed off his comment. “Besides, after today it’s not my problem anymore.” she went on.
“Are you leaving?” Klaus asked feeling strangely panicked, taking a step closer to her.
“Yeah, I’m going back to college tomorrow to get my dorm ready for the new semester.” Caroline breathed casually trying not to let his scent overwhelm her.
Klaus realised that this would probably be his last chance if he ever wanted to make a move on her. She had show interest in, him he was sure of it. The way she got uncomfortable around him, the way her face would flush and the way he could almost smell her arousal on her.
“That’s too bad, I really enjoyed our special moments together.” he chuckled taking another step closer.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Caroline said in a hushed whisper, her legs trembling as she held onto the edge of the desk.
“Don’t you Caroline? You’ve been teasing me all summer love…” he breathed against her skin.
Caroline let out a shaky breath as his body came all but a few inches from hers. All thoughts of sanity and what his purpose for being there leaving her with every step he took towards her. Had she really been teasing him? Had she really been wearing extra tights outfits since the first time he came. Had she really been spraying a hint of perfume on her body every time she had called him to pick his brother or sister up. Had she really spent nights touching herself to the idea of him?
She could feel his hand over her thigh, grazing softly through the fabric sending goosebumps and shivers down her body. Those dimples…that accent. If she was honest with herself she wanted him from the moment he had walked through those doors weeks ago.
“But hey, if I misread the situation...” Klaus whispered before pulling back from her and turning around to walk out the door.
Caroline moaned in agony when he pulled away from her; her body already acting before she could think. She pulled him back on by his sleeve making his body crash into hers as she smashed her lips onto his. He tasted even better than she could imagine, she thought with a moan. Those thick luscious lips moving against hers so passionately, his muscled chest pressing against hers as she opened her mouth, letting her tongue meet his in the process. His hands explored her waist, tugging at the hem of her shirt as she pulled his leather jacket off of him. The office was empty and she couldn’t be bothered to wait until the got to a more private place. She wanted him now!
Klaus’ hands ran under her shirt, massaging her breasts through the cups of her bra before pulling the shirt over her head and throwing it in some corner of the room. His lips went down her neck, kissing every inch of skin he could reach down to her chest, drawing hot puffy moans from her lips. He grinned against her skin as she jumped up the desk taking a seat upon it and opening her legs to draw him closer. She could feel his erection through his pants grinding against her eagerly, awaiting freedom. She pulled his shirt over his head breaking the contact from his lips on her skin only for a second. Her hands lingering in his soft blond curls as he pulled down her bra taking an aroused and swollen nipple in his mouth. She panted his name upon the contact feeling herself grow wetter with every second. Her hands scratching the bare skin on his back before lowering to grab his ass. She had been longing to do that.
“I am going to make you scream Caroline.” Klaus whispered hotly in her ear as he released her nipple from his mouth, letting his fingertips rub over them.
“Don’t talk about it...do it” She replied with a gasp as her hand went from his ass to his front, fidgeting with the buckle of his belt.
As soon as his pants dropped her hand slid into his boxers, caressing the rock hard erection hidden inside of them. His body shivered upon her touch as he thrusted into her hand, kissing her neck, biting into the sensitive spot just below her ear before grazing his teeth over it.
Needing to feel more of her, Klaus undid the button of her jeans lifting her up for only a second to pull them down along with her panties. His hand slithered down her stomach, reaching for her warm wet slit as a single finger teased its way over her core. Caroline arched her back trying to create a harder friction between them as he rubbed her softly. Her hand closing in a tighter grasp on his cock as if to push him to touch her just as roughly. Caroline pulled down his boxers releasing him from his confines her hand still rubbing up and down his tip.
Catching onto her game, Klaus batted her hand away as he lowered himself upon his knees a wicked gleam twinkling in his eyes as he took place before her dripping core. His hands placed firmly on her upper legs as he took in her sweet scent, his warm breath caressing her insides as he very slowly removed his fingers and came in for a taste. His tongue dwelling over her lips teasing every piece of swollen skin. Caroline grabbed his head guiding him closer in as she let out a moan.
“Don’t tease.” she begged as her fingers ravished his hair tugging at it.
Hearing her pleading cries for him, Klaus chuckled softly against her thighs before letting his tongue flick against her clit, twirling circles around it and sucking softly. Tasting her arousal on his lips. Hearing her whimper as she pushed her abdomen closer to him. He focused the attention of his tongue on her clit while a finger pressed against her opening, twirling around in slow circles before dipping inside, making a loud gasp escape her beautiful rose lips.
Caroline could feel her body tremble under his touch. This was why girls her age experimented with slightly older men. He was so much more experienced than those silly college frat boys. The way his fingers moved inside of her and his tongue twirling around her clit she could feel her insides nearly exploding with the pleasure he brought. Her body tensed as she grabbed one of her breasts squeezing it lightly. She didn’t know how much longer she could take this.
“Klaus please!” She asked him in a soft hoarse whisper.
Klaus looked up from between her legs licking his lips and enjoying the sound she made under him.
“Please what love?” He grinned his fingers still moving slowly inside of her.
“I need you inside of me…” She moaned pulling him up roughly by his shoulders.
“With pleasure.” Klaus growled breathlessly, grabbing his cock by the shaft and aiming it at her core.
He waited only for a split second, just long enough to hear the pleading cry escaping her lips again, begging for him to be inside her, before thrusting inside her hard.
Caroline cried out in pleasure as he entered her. His hardness filling her insides, stretching her walls in the most delicious way. The desk under her squeaked loudly, nearly caving under the force of their movements. She crashed her lip on his again eagerly, her lips still puffy and swollen from his kisses. Sweat trickling in tiny drops from their bodies. Finally giving in to the build up and the sexual tension between them surpassing even her wildest dreams and fantasies.
Klaus enjoyed her warmth around his cock, groaning at the feel of her surrounding him, thrusting into her slick core harder and harder with each one. His hand slowly made its way to her clit, rubbing it vicariously as he felt her body tensing more and more around him. She was close to her orgasm now and, just like he had promised, she screamed his name in pure lust. Her body was shaking as she reached her peak moaning loudly and panting hard. He released her sensitive clit from his touch giving her time to catch her breath only for a second as he removed himself almost fully from her before slamming back in, the table giving another groan from the power behind his thrust. His jaw clenched, his body beginning to tremble as he could feel his own high growing closer. A couple more long thrusts and another whimper of his name as her lips caressed the skin around his jawline made him shiver before spilling his release inside of her with a roar. The pair kissed again, clutched together in a lovers embrace as they both panted out of breath, their bodies still sensitive from the rigorous lovemaking. Klaus watched the blonde goddess succumb to the exhaustion as their lips met for the final time.
A few days later Caroline was at her dorm, trying hard to forget about her one night stand with Klaus Mikaelson. After they had gotten dressed they had said their goodbye’s, Caroline had figured it would be the last she saw of him. It had been epic, and by far the best sex she had ever had. But it was over now. And she didn’t know why she had been so bummed out about it. After all, it had just been lust right? She hadn’t developed actual feelings for the guy. Tired from her initiation day she dropped her backpack on the bed falling next to it.
“Hey Care!” The voice of Bonnie alerted her she was not alone in the room.
“Hi Bon.” Caroline smiled recognizing the presence of her best friend. “How was your first day?”
“Not bad? Yours? “The dark haired girl asked.
“It was ok.” Caroline nodded, secretly she had been thinking about her encounter with Klaus Mikaelson all day, as she had done every day since and it had left her all hot and bothered. But for some reason after him these silly college boys didn’t interest her anymore.
“By the way Care a package came for you today.” Bonnie said pointing to her desk.
Caroline got up again walking over to the desk to find a pure white silk paper envelope. She wondered if her mother had already scent her something, but she usually didn’t use this expensive paper. She carefully opened it to find a brochure of the New Orleans Academy of fine arts. Circled with a thick marker line was their drama and stage department, and inside there was a tiny note.
Perhaps one day you’ll let me show you what the world has to offer… Fondly K
Caroline smiled as she pressed the brochure to her chest a blush coloring her cheeks. He hadn’t forgotten about her either.
“What was it?” Bonnie asked noticing the sudden change in Caroline’s behavior.
“Oh nothing” Caroline lied trying to suppress the ever growing smile on her face. “Just this brochure I ordered…I’ve been thinking about transferring lately.”
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Boats & Birds
@blueeyedwolf33 Hey, hun. Been having a rough go of life lately. Could I just have some good old fashion cuddling or fluff? Maybe reader is struggling with difficult parents, a stressful job, missing their friends during school break, and just shows up at one of the boys' apartments in need of a hug and maybe crying? Doesn't matter which triplet you choose. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
My lovely, talented, and wonderful friend I have got you covered. I know how hard you work and how amazing you are so you deserve all the goodness and I’m happy I can do this for you. I have an obsession that Kylo is low key great at making people feel better with song and this song always helps me when I’m down. Please enjoy and I love you! <3
You slammed the door of your car only to wince and gasp aloud as it closed on your fingers. You brought your fingers to your mouth in an attempt to soothe the throbbing pain. This past week had not been kind to you between your work load and personal life.
Due to how busy you were at your job, you rarely had any time to be with your friends and when you did they had already made plans of their own. This led to many nights of insecurity and self loathing with nothing but your favorite tv show to comfort you.
Your parents hadn’t made the situation any better, often criticizing the small things in your life and complaining about your lack of visits. You couldn’t win with anyone even if they knew how busy you were and how dedicated you were. Nothing seemed to matter to them when it concerned you and it was rising to a boiling point.
So here you were sucking on your aching fingers and ready to cry in your boyfriend’s driveway. Kylo Ren Solo was often the most serious of the Solo triplets and mostly kept to himself where others were concerned. He worked in his mother’s company after a recent change from First Order Industries in order to pursue a healthier work ethic and hopefully reach a CEO position.
Kylo always pushed to be the best and prove himself as a person, but it was the Kylo you only saw that made you fall in love with him. In private Kylo was a beacon of warmth and light that always had you feeling like the luckiest girl alive. He was sarcastic yet funny, passionate yet gentle and always encouraging you to open up to him.
You’d been failing on that request as of late.
You dug your spare key to his house out of your purse and trudged to the front door. It had been a two year anniversary present from Kylo complete with a beautiful bracelet encased in silver and a small smattering of diamonds. He rarely trusted anyone into his life except his family and Phasma, so having this token was huge in your relationship.
Entering the lavish yet quaint house, you tossed your purse onto the black suede couch and went in search of Kylo. Everything was relatively quiet so it was easy to hear the clicking of a keyboard and mechanical motions of a printer operating. That man really never stopped working even on his days off.
You came to the open door to his office space and nearly smiled if it wasn’t for how lousy you felt. Kylo sported a deep red sweater that hugged his muscles beautifully and complimented the black skinny jeans he wore in his leisure.
Not that he would ever admit he wears them.
His favored pair of black rimmed Gucci glasses that he only wore while working lay low on his Roman nose as he scribbled away at a random document. You moved further into the room not wanting to disturb him, but needing his comfort desperately. At the gentle clicking of your heels on the chestnut floor, Kylo’s head shot up.
His lips began to curve in a gentle smile at your surprise visit only to fall when he noticed the sadness in your face. His long legs carried him from his rolling chair to you, instantly encasing your face in his warm hands.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He rubbed his thumbs gently under your eyes. “Babe, what is it?” He lowered his face closer to yours so that your noses were touching and...
Here comes the water works.
Your face began to scrunch in what he knew was a sob, causing him to pull your body into his and tuck your head into his chest. A tidal wave of sobs and emotions overtook your body until all you knew was the feeling of release and Kylo’s strong arms.
He planted his lips firmly to your forehead, one hand tangled at the back of your head and the other wrapped around your waist. When your sobs intensified, Kylo picked you up and carried you over towards his desk until he planted himself back into the rolling chair with you laying across his lap.
Your arms were clutched into your chest as Kylo began to slowly spin in his chair, his fingers combing through your hair and keeping your face pressed into his neck with his own head laying on top of yours. In the midst of your sobs, a gentle vibration spread into your body as a low voice sang into your ear as softly as possible.
If you'll be my star I'll be your sky
Your sobs began to dissolve into hiccups and whimpers as his low timbre filled your ears and soothed your soul.
You can hide underneath me and come out at night When I turn jet black And you show off your light
While Kylo wasn’t the best with words, he often found other ways to cheer you up such as soft touches or kisses. Even rarer was when he would sing to you with his rich voice reserved for you.
I live to let you shine I live to let you shine
You kept your eyes closed even as your whimpers and cries turned to light sniffles, your arms having found their way around Kylo’s neck at some point during his song. By the time you opened your eyes again the chair was still gently turning and kylo had his eyes trained on you.
“You bottled again, didn’t you?” With a sheepish look in your red eyes you glanced down in shame. A long finger tilted your head back up until you were nose to nose.
“You don’t ever have to do that with me kid,” His fingers stroked slowly down your cheek, “Anything you need or feel no matter what time of day it is, you can always come to me.” He whispered onto your lips with a following soft peck.
“I know, I just...sometimes I feel nothing I do is enough and I don’t ever want you to feel that way about me. Not you.” You trailed off in a whisper before Kylo’s lips engulfed yours passionately.
The arm around your waist tightened so that your chests were completely pressed together as the other de-tangled from your hair and wrapped around your shoulders. His lips nipped and sucked yours until you were sure they looked like a pink puffer fish, the gentle smacks of releasing and connecting making you blush.
With one final suck to your bottom lip, Kylo nudged his forehead to yours so that you had complete eye contact.
“You know I’m not good with words...shit even Ben knows his way around talking more than I do.” At that you released a watery laugh, a small smirk curving his lips at the sound. “But you could never in a thousand years make me feel anything but love and pride in everything that you do. We’ll have our disagreements and fights like every couple does, but always remember that you are enough. MORE than enough and I couldn’t be happier to have you in my life.” By the end of his speech, you felt your eyes water once more for all the right reasons.
“I love you, Kylo.”
“Love you more, beautiful.” With that he booped your nose with the tip of his finger causing you to let out a giggle at his antics. He littered little kisses all over your face to intensify your laughter and began spinning in the chair once more, your lips reconnecting in the midst of laughter and love.
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RDC3 Personal Highlights (spoilers: feels!)
So it’s been a few days since RDC3 and I still have not finished processing all the emotions. But I wanted to post my personal con highlights while they’re still fresh in my memory. Brace yourselves--it’s going to be a long one!
Firstly, let me get a few basics out of the way. It was beyond wonderful to see my wonderful fannibal family again. Truly, you guys make my life better every day in every imaginable way. In fact, my only real regret is that I was running around like a mad woman on a mission all weekend, and didn’t spend as much time with friends old and new as I wanted to. I didn’t even give out many of my posters! I hope you all forgive me <3
I got a chance to meet a couple of my favourite artists, @camilleflyingrotten and @theseavoices - I think I kept my cool and didn’t fangirl too hard. I also briefly ran into @bansheegrahamtao who sadly did not throw wine at me again, I was very disappointed :P
I would also like to thank everyone for all the amazing and thoughtful gifts and swag I came away with--including a beautiful handmade scarf from one of my dear friends. I will cherish it all, and plan to plaster the art all over the walls when @the-winnowing-wind and I officially move in together this month.
Onto the guests, who were all fantastic. Ellen seemed lovely, though I missed her solo q&a on Sat because I was stewarding. Demore was an absolute delight and so, so funny and sweet! Scott and Aaron were on their ‘best behaviour’ after their shenanigans at the first con... So naturally this translated into 50 Shades of Hannibal, featuring such scenes as Scott wearing Hannibal’s actual collar from ‘Digestivo’, Scott in high heels pretending to be Hannibal while Aaron as Will cried and smacked him with a riding crop, Aaron on his belly kissing Scott’s feet, and an actual adorable kiss. Love these guys so much. Myself and the co-writer of CopCop also had a chance to explain the upcoming comic to them, and they seemed excited at the prospect so watch this space!
(We’ll talk about Bryan in a little bit. I have a lot to say about Bryan.)
Hugh Dancy was just such a friendly, genuine person, and he seemed to have such a great time the whole weekend. He was so up for everything, dressing up with Bryan for the costume contest, doing all the crazy poses in photos... Speaking of which:
I said ‘I’m going to freak out’ because my mind went blank and I couldn’t think of a funny pose. Bryan said ‘should we freak out too?’ and then Hugh... Oh Hugh. There are no words for how much I love this picture.
I sadly missed the fannibal musical because I was taking part in the costume contest, but let me say that I’m so proud of everyone involved, and really grateful that I got to contribute in small small way with a few illustrations in the booklet. I’ve heard the performance was beyond amazing!
As for the costume contest, everyone looked amazing. In what is becoming a weird con tradition, the Chesapeake Stripper made a return, despite her utter terror at doing that in front of Hugh and Bryan. Luckily, she was joined by a friend--the fearless and fabulous @violetdebauched as the Stripper!Will to my Stripper!Hannibal. The pictures I’ve seen of the guests’ faces are amazing, and I’ve heard Hugh’s jaw dropped when Stripper!Will came out. And even though I ever so slightly... fell over in my stripper heels... right in front of my idols... Well, we looked fierce :P
I’d also like to share a pic of my Hannibal vinyl which I’ve had signed this con and last, and which now bears the sentiment ‘Great Stripping’ from Mr Aaron Abrams. This is the kind of positive affirmation I need in my life ha ha!
Now. Let’s talk about Bryan. Sit down, we’ll be here a while.
I’ll start by saying I had a few moments with Bryan that I can’t talk about publicly, either because they were deeply, deeply personal, or because they relate to something which may happen in the future but I don’t want to jinx it.
Bryan was just a bundle of energy and enthusiasm and love the entire weekend. From yelling ‘I want to crowd-surf!’ and going running around the hall slapping high fives, to signing autographs on Sunday for 8 freaking hours straight without taking a break (except to do the closing ceremony, and going straight back to it), he was just incredible. He was just so excited to see everyone and could not be stopped from jumping out of whatever he was supposed to be doing to take selfies or snap a pic of someone’s costume or tattoo (he took a pic of my arm ha ha!).
Speaking of his marathon autograph session, I stewarded it the whole time (3.30pm-11.30pm, phew!) and I don’t think he stopped smiling once that entire time. He was insistent on spending time with each and every person and it was a real delight to witness. Towards the end of the session, when there were only a few dozen people left, I remembered I had some of these posters in my bag and handed them out to the people queuing to spark some conversation with them, since we were all tired by then. I went back to guarding the door, when a fannibal ran up to me and said Bryan wanted one of the posters--he’d seen someone holding it, but I don’t think he knew where it had come from. I didn’t have any left on my person, so the lovely fannibal gave hers back and the staff let me slip it onto Bryan’s table (lovely fannibal, if you’re reading this, let me know who you are and I’ll send you a replacement and something pretty to say thank you!). Sadly, this almost ended in tears because one person at the end of the queue did something shockingly spiteful and unkind which resulted in Bryan losing the poster... I won’t go into details because it’s not worth the drama. But thanks to the kindness of the staff, and possibly because I have good karma, we got him a spare and he told me he wants to frame it. I don’t know if he will, but it was so sweet of him to say I just cried! That was the second time he made me cry that day! As for the first time...
As many of you know, I was compiling a fan book for Bryan featuring art, letters, poems, and pictures from fannibals all over the world. I got around 200 submissions, so thank you all so much for making that happen! Bryan already knew about the book because he somehow found my post on Twitter, and had said he was super excited. Boy was he excited.
I spent weeks working on the book, culiminating in two sleepless nights before the con feverishly finalizing the proofs, and sent it off to the printer Thursday morning. Kudos to my printers for hearing a frantic fannibal on the phone begging them to rush the order and doing such a great job of it! It arrived at the hotel shortly I did on Friday, and I began taking it around for people to sign and write messages on the inside covers. After all, I had titled it the Fannibal Yearbook, so that seemed appropriate. Thank you all for the enthusiastic and heartfelt response!
On Saturday morning, I had a photo with Bryan and decided to get one of us holding the book, because I was really attached to it by now and wanted something to remember it by. Bryan’s face lit up when he saw it and he said he’d been looking forward to it, but I told him he couldn’t have it yet and shouldn’t look at it! He said he loved it already and squeezed me after we’d taken the picture:
On Sunday, with the book now chock-full of messages for him, I decided the best time to present it to him would be during his q&a panel with Hugh, so everyone could enjoy his reaction (it wasn’t my book, so many people made it possible and they all deserved to share that moment). I got in line, and when I got to the mic and told him we’d like to present him the book, his reaction was amazing. He grinned and said something like ‘I’ve been looking forward to this all weekend! It’s the last day of the con and I thought, where’s my book, I want my book!’ Then he hopped down off the stage to take it, and gave me a huge hug.
(photo by @solamentenic on Twitter, whose tumblr name momentarily escapes me!)
(Photo by Naomi Roper Photogaphy)
I believe what happened next was Bryan thanking everyone for all their lovely art and letters, etc... But I was suddenly very emotional and didn’t want him to see me cry (again, that resolve lasted all of about 10 hours) so I went back to my seat and had a wee sob. Thanks to the person who gave me a tissue!
I hope he loves the book, and maybe he will tweet some pictures at some point! Then earlier today, someone sent me a link to these pictures on the Starfury Instragram account:
These pictures were already EVERYTHING. And then I noticed which page they were looking at in the first picture. It’s this one:
The one in the bottom right corner that Hugh seems to be looking/pointing at? That’s a piece of my own art that I included: The Brides of Hannibal pastiche poster, aka my favourite thing I’ve ever drawn. I don’t know if they’re looking at the same page in the second picture, but that reaction is so beautiful and pure that, whatever caused it, it’s giving me life! Just think guys--we made Bryan throw his head back laughing, we did it! High five!
I’m going to wrap it up there because this has taken 3 hours to write already, even though I’m definitely forgetting about 100 amazing things that happened. Thank you all for the hugs, the gifts, the laughs, and just basically for being the most lovely and caring group of people I’ve ever had the privilege of associating with. I love you all, and I can’t wait until we dine together again!
Yours totally functional and more or less sane,
Sam xx
(p.s. I think I’m right in saying Bryan confirmed Will and Hannibal are switches?? This makes me suuuuuper happy)
#personal#rdc3#red dragon con 3#starfury#hannibal con#hannibal#bryan fuller#hugh dancy#demore barnes#aaron abrams#scott thompson#ellen muth
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Kara was thankful her daily tasks were continuing to research and write up that article she’d started working on. Once she had gotten her massive piles of evidence down to a small, decent, normal sized one she’d gotten to work. It wasn’t too difficult and she was glad for that because her mind was definitely not on if the CEO of the recycle plant was stealing money. It was on porcelain skin, ivory eyes and those fingers that even just thinking about had shivers running through her body.
She still couldn’t get over that Lena was also a decent cook, maybe just at pasta but hey, Kara would never turn down pasta. But it was safe to say her entire morning had been spent daydreaming about Lena Luthor, she was pretty sure she’d even doodled a heart with her initials in it at one point, which was quick to go to the shredder before anyone could have the chance to see it.
Kara Danvers had a crush. A big one.
She didn’t think anyone could blame her though! Lena was perfect. Well, at least how she carried and expressed herself to the world was perfect. Only snapping out of her little day dream, though it was almost more like a vision of sorts considering she could almost actually feel Lena’s fingers against her back once more as a very panicked looking Eve zipped past where she’d been sitting.
She still didn’t have a damn chair. So, she’d borrowed James’. Nothing wrong with borrowing.
“Uh, Eve...Can I...What’s going on?”
As the small spunky woman all but smacked straight into her on her way bounding back down the hallway Kara could already guess what was going on. And as Eve started talking a million miles a minute about the printer being jammed and Miss. Grant already being in a mood because her new green smoothie cleanse wasn’t as green as it was supposed to be. Kara was glad that her assumptions were correct.
“Okay, breathe. Don’t worry. I’ll get the juice, you get the printer. Remember you just have to smack the side three times and then give a small kick to the front. Okay? And don’t hit it more or less than three times or else...Well, the last time there was a small ink explosion and...Actually you don’t....Nevermind. I’ve got this, you’ve got that. Deal?”
Shaking her head a little she smiled as Eve bounded off back towards the printers, hearing her repeating three times over and over again. She might not have gotten to be one all the time, but for the small moments she did get to be a mentor to someone, it was pretty awesome.
Grabbing her jacket she had just finished sliding it on as she waited for the elevator when suddenly the doors opened and -though they had walked into her- Kara was quick to gently grab the poor man that was nearly toppling over from the impact.
"Oh my gosh are you...That's a lot of flowers. Here let me help," she was almost positive if this poor man had to hold this stunning batch of blue roses and white lilies, any longer his arms were going to fall off, and she didn't miss the shocked and very confused look on his face as she took the flowers with ease, but that initial reaction was quickly replaced with relief.
Carrying them over to the front desk she smiled softly at their delicate scent, gently brushing her fingers over some of the pedals to straighten them out.
"Thanks, you don't know how difficult it was to get those suckers past the front doormen, not to mention finding a way to carry everything else I need."
Noting the typical little electric machine the drop off drivers always had she smiled softly, waving her hand gently. "Oh don't worry about it. Plus getting to see such a stunning arrangement definitely brightened my day. Um, who are they for? If they are for Miss Grant I can sign for them, I was her assistant for two-"
"Uh they are for a Danvers, Kara Danvers"
"Oh! That's me...Oh..." glancing back at the flowers Kara wanted to roll her eyes. Typical. Tell her not to do something and Lena does the thing, but goes way overboard. And sending them to CatCo again?
"Well this is a little awkward, but hey I can still sign for them" she chuckled, pushing up her glasses before using the small stylist to sign for the flowers. Looking them over once more as he went through the rest of his checklist she noticed something was missing, there didn't seem to be a sneaky card hidden anywhere in them this time.
"Um, was there anything else with them? Usually she sends a card of some sort, or an invisible ink message I'd need a black light for or something"
"Yes, I had to remove it at the door when the rather intimidating doorman thought I was sneaking stuff in but it's somewhere....Here we go!"
Taking the card she smiled brightly, as embarrassed as she was that Lena had sent yet another extravagant bouquet, she couldn't lie and say she wasn't internally squealing. "Perfect, thank you! Have a wonderful rest of your day,"
"You as well Miss Danvers, tell your wife not to make such heavy choices next time!"
Even though she had snorted a little at the idea of Lena being her wife and people thinking she was her wife, it sort of made sense, she figured the only people who got these kinds of elaborate bouquets were wives with significant others in the dog house. The thought still had her blushing and she really hoped everyone around them didn't hear that as well, but judging by the way Katrina behind the secretary desk was very clearly trying to hold in her chuckles Kara knew she hadn't gotten so lucky.
"I told her to stop sending them."
"Uh uh,"
"I did!
"Right, well they always say the quiet ones are trouble and whatever you are doing is clearly working,"
Pretty sure her eyebrows were up to her hair line in that moment Kara gently cleared her throat. "Right...I mean not right..I..Can you just please have them moved? I need to run to grab something for Miss Grant,"
"Of course Kara, or should I say Mrs. Luthor"
"Oh har har," Rolling her eyes she spun around on her heel, quickly making a b-line for the elevator.
*** It wasn't until she was standing in line for Miss. Grant's smoothie that Kara remembered she still had Lena's card. The slight hesitation she felt about opening it in public was quickly dissolved by the still school girl giddiness she had been feeling all morning, that still hadn't gone away.
Carefully pulling out the little card and placing it against the envelope she noticed the line moving slightly, which was when she went to take a few small steps forward at the exact same moment her gaze fell on the words.
'I like the sounds you make when you come. -L'
Literally walking into the person in front of her, and causing them to bump into the one in front of them and a small domino effect followed Kara knew her face and probably her neck was a bright shade of red.
"I...I'm sorry...I'll um, I'll buy everyone's orders," she was quick to squeak out, which seemed to be good enough as she noticed the death glares instantly disappear. Glancing back at the card she shook her head as she placed it back in the envelope, then into the pocket inside her jacket and then quickly doing up the zipper to said pocket.
Of course she would send that. She could picture the smirk on Lena's face as she wrote it. Shaking her head Kara took a moment to gently blow her freeze breath on to her hands before placing them against her cheeks and the words marriage material were definitely not the first thing on her mind anymore. Sinful thoughts and over sixty dollars later Kara was finally making her way back to CatCo, already planning to send Lena a wide arrangement of emojis. Most of them flustered and eye roll faces.
***
"Ah, thank god it's you. Miss. Teschmacher over there doesn't seem to know the difference between a green smothie and a green tea. I'm still waiting to see what you saw in her Kara, she is definitely no replacement for you, but at least she doesn't have as tacky of outfits."
Even with the backhanded compliment Kara smiled gently."I miss you too, Miss Grant,"
"While you are here Kara, I do have a task for you."
"Miss Grant I'm not your..."
"Tell that gentleman in the suit that this is not a Calvin Klein runaway and he can take those tight buns straight out of my building"
"I don't know if I'll say it like that.."
"Just go,"
** Quickly making her way out of Cat's office Kara straightened out her glasses as she finally caught up to the man, who did look like he could have stepped off a runaway. "Hi, is there something or someone I can help you find? The rules are kind of strict here when it comes to signing in and letting people know what department you are meant to be in."
"Kara Danvers?"
"I...Yes?"
Furrowing her brows as he said nothing else but held a rather thick looking brown envelope out to her she hesitantly took it.
"Um, what is it?"
"Don't know Ma'am. Specific instructions to make sure you were the one to get it"
"It wouldn't happen to be from a Luthor would it?"
"I can't disclose that information, sign here please."
"I..Right, okay.." signing her name again Kara gave him a small wave and smile as he went to leave before looking back down at the envelope. Curiously feeling the edges of it she was greatly confused only to have it click. What was the one thing Lena would be sending to her in such a hush hush but yet not at all way considering it was at her place of work? The contract.
***
All but stumbling through the doors to her apartment Kara set the bouquet down with her previous one before finally tearing open the secret envelope. It had been the most frustrating thought knowing she had it with her all day but couldn't open it. She refused to open it at work, something she'd also have to apply to opening any future cards she got from Lena.
But the moment she went to pull the pages out was when the sound of too many sirens hit her ears and she instantly sighed.
"Seriously? C'mon National City give me one break today"
*** Armed robbers arrested? Check.
Change into comfy pajamas? Check.
Pizza? Double check.
Now she could read it, the one thing she had been so curious about but also rather frightened to finally face. Pulling her knees up to her chest Kara delicately set the pages against them. She decided before letting her thoughts take over she was going to read it through once, stay completely open minded and then after that first read through was when she'd start really picking it apart.
Of course key words stuck out and Kara felt her stomach tightening with a curious spark, or dropping and instantly filling with worry.
Grabbing her notebook she took a few deep breaths, telling herself to stay open minded before she started her second read through, this time writing down words she either needed to look up, or things she needed to ask about. The list to look up was definitely a lot longer than her questions and after she had it written she took a small break to focus on her pizzas before moving to her room and settling in bed with her laptop.
"Okay...Here we go,"
Of course the first thing she searched was the generic dominant and submissive relationships, at least wanting to feel like she wasn't completely lost. It seemed basic enough and actually quite informative as she found articles and even some videos of healthy relationships being discussed.
So far, so good.
Now, the difficult part. Glancing at her list of things she needed to look up she had to admit, she did feel slightly embarrassed at how long it was. She was sure this would have been a lot easier to think about and maybe even accept if she had some sexual experience but she started simple and worked on terms first, those weren't too hard to understand.
Once she had moved on to the limits lists, well that was a whole different ball park. Typing in the first one and squinting a little at the screen as it loaded Kara instantly grew wide eyed at the images that appeared.
"Uh...nope. Definitely not,"
She'd made little comments and x's or checks next to the things she was either completely taking out of consideration, and the things she wasn't totally turned off by.
But, a few things did keep playing in her mind. She didn't like that Lena would literally have complete control over her. She didn't like that just because she signed a contract meant that Lena could spontaneously put her into sexual situations, especially with the images she had looked up earlier flashing through her mind.
However, what had happened after dinner was spontaneous but she wasn't sure if that really counted, after all Lena didn't touch her she wasn't using any of these objects on her. Rubbing her eyes under her glasses she took them off and set them on her night stand. This really wasn't helping things and her mind was still racing with curiosity and as much as she didn't want to admit it, there was a small part of her that was uncomfortable.
Pushing her notes and the contract carefully aside she sighed, tapping her fingers gently against her keyboard before deciding on the next thing she wanted to look up.
Why does one want to be a dominant?
As much as she knew Lena was going to keep secrets, after all Kara literally knew nothing about her, she was still curious to see if she could try to understand her. But there was no denying that she was a hundred times more nervous to face Lena again, especially after this.
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“You really should go.”
All Dirk got in response was a grumble from across the shared office space, his partner making it obvious he was trying to give as little attention to the subject as possible by feigning interest towards whatever was on his monitor. Failing, of course, but trying nonetheless.
It was his sister Scarlett’s wedding the next day. She’d obviously invited her brother to come, family event and all, but the man’s disdain for crowds immediately had him making some excuse about a case they were working on being why he couldn’t go. Which, Dirk knew was bullshit, since they’d been case free the entire week - he would know, his visions usually heralded any incoming ones after all.
“It’s your littlest sister. If anything, just go for a little bit, say hi to your family, and then leave. You know she’d appreciate it.”
“It’s in New York. I have to literally fly there, and there’s no dipping in quickly, especially with my family.”
Dirk let out another sigh through his nose, standing up from his chair to move over to the other side of the room. Plopping himself down on the edge of the other man’s desk, crossed arms idly tapped their fingers along his legs as he thought for a moment.
“Hotel rooms do exist for a reason.” Another grunt of a grumble from the older man, Dirk looking over towards the man’s computer monitor then just in time to see the other switching tabs from a flight reservation sight. With their incomes, a last minute plane ticket wouldn’t dent either of their bank accounts, so all that needed to really be done was the persuading to go in the first place part.
“What if I came along?” While he wasn’t looking directly at Jules - off to the side as per usual - it was obvious the man had looked towards him with a surprised expression.
“You’d come?” A simple nod from the younger man then. “Why?”
Dirk shrugged his shoulders lightly then. “If it gets you to go, that’s good enough reason. Though, I do imagine your family is curious about your awkward partner you panicked over the last time you saw them.” That text he’d sent was still burned into the back of his brain, plus the ensuing panicked call from his partner moments later.
Not his proudest moment.
“I didn’t panic.”
“Mmmhm.”
“Fine, we’ll go.”
It was Dirk’s turn to shoot the man a side glance of surprise, eyes turning to the monitor once more to see his partner change the quantity of tickets he was purchasing from one to two. “I’ll pay you b-”
“Nope. My family, my event, I’m paying.”
Letting out a small sigh of defeat - he knew by this point it wasn’t worth trying to fight the older man over something like that - Dirk jumped back up into a standing position, walking over to their printer to grab the tickets that were now appearing from it. Great, late flight that night. At least it wouldn’t be a terribly long one.
“But I made a reservation!”
Dirk could feel the older man’s rage levels rising by the second. Apparently the hotel that’d been a part of their packaged booking no longer had the room they’d reserved available, leaving them only the option of one with a single, King sized bed. Without hesitation, Dirk placed a hand on the other’s lower-mid back, gaining his attention for a moment and purposefully making eye contact as to try and transfer a sense of calm to Jules.
“It’s alright.” His tones were soothing as he watched the older man take in a slower breath, knowing his emotions were transferring as desired before he finally broke the connection and looked back towards the woman behind the check-in desk. “Thank you for the help, we’ll be fine.”
Taking the key cards from the woman who seemed overly relieved that she wasn’t going to be yelled at, Dirk practically dragged the older man over to the elevator. While he didn’t say anything, he let his silence inadvertently berate his partner. It wasn’t the first time in their partnership that he’d had to subdue the man’s temper in public, and he didn’t doubt it’d be the last.
Given it was already past midnight by the time they finally stepped into their room, the pair took turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed before the discussion of said bed came around.
“I can take the c-”
“Nope.”
Dirk let out a small huff of a laugh through his nose. He knew that was coming, but it didn’t stop the man from finding entertainment in it. It was just how his partner was, always caring about those close to him no matter how much he said else wise.
“Alright.” No argument or compromising needed, Dirk taking his side of the bed and the other man taking his. It wasn’t like they hadn’t slept in the same bed before, despite it being on accident the time previous. The vision he’d had that day had been so long and so intense that he couldn’t even think of protesting the other taking away his symptoms afterwards.
All he remembered was waking up in the middle of the night, opening his eyes to find the other’s face right in front of his, foreheads touching and the other’s arm loosely clasping his neck. It’d taken a few more minutes to figure everything out as his partner groggily woke up as well, but apparently Jules had brought his damn near passed out self to the bed when they’d gotten back to the other’s apartment, and as he usually tried to do, had gone about taking as much of the pain away as he possibly could. Once they’d both reached an equilibrium of pain between them, they’d both passed out, and that was how they’d inadvertently slept in the same bed the first time.
Such memories came back once more as Dirk found himself waking up in the middle of the night, blinking a few times as he realized said memories were practically his reality once again. The feel of the other’s hand sleepily brushing his chin had been what’d woken him up, a faint smile dusting Dirk’s lips before realization took over.
Jules, as much as he refuted it, loved his family, and wouldn’t purposely miss something as important as a wedding because of there being a group of people. That meant there was another reason for the man’s excuse, Dirk letting out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
Him, it was him. Jules had wanted to stay in Chicago to make sure he didn’t deal with a vision on his own, especially given he hadn’t had one in over a week - a huge oddity since the start of their partnership. There was always at least one vision a week, if not multiples given the crime rate in a city as large as Chicago, and the older man didn’t want to risk leaving when the chance of one was overly high.
Dirk’s smile promptly returned to his lips, bringing a hand up from under the blanket he was nestled beneath to gently grasp the one that’d brushed his cheek. Without waking entirely, Jules let out a small grunt of sorts, the grip on his hand tightening slightly before the other fell back into a deep sleep.
He really did luck out in getting an amazing partner.
Walking down one of the hallways at the wedding venue in New York the next day, Dirk briefly let a wave of telekinetic power brush over the space near him, only to get met with an invisible smack in the arm. Not his fault he was making sure his invisible partner hadn’t gone running for the hills! They’d come up with the plan they were about to execute in surprising his sister, but given the other’s flighty tendencies when invisible, he felt compelled to check he was still there.
Eventually coming to a door decorated with white and labelled as the bride’s dressing room, the younger man raised his hand to gently knock on the treated wood, giving the older woman who opened it a gentle smile in return to her confusion. “Can I help you?”
“I actually have a delivery, for the bride,” he said to the person he recognized as Jules’ mother through photos he’d seen, getting prompted to enter the room, but waiting a few seconds to ensure his invisible partner entered first before doing so himself. As he got confused glances from the bridal party that were looking for some sort of package he presumed, only the sound of a loud gasp from Beatrice that caused everyone to jump a little broke the silence as his partner materialized behind where the bride was standing.
“Julian Emil Roderick! You brat!”
Immediately the woman decked out in white spun in place, her face promptly lighting up at the sight of her brother before her arms flew out to pull him into what Dirk could only assume was a damn near bone crushing hug given the grunt pushed from the older man’s lungs. “Oh my god, Jules! You made it!” Scarlett squeaked out, only to pull away and smack him playfully across the chest while making obvious eye contact. “You jerk, sneaking up on all of us like that!”
Before the conversation could get any further, one of the man’s other sister’s looked his way, realization lighting up her face as she looked Dirk over. “Oh, and this ‘delivery man’ is your partner, isn’t he?” While he wasn’t sure if the other’s family had ever seen pictures of him, it wasn’t hard to deduce that the one person Jules would be fine with using his powers around outside of family would be the partner he’d fretted over so much the last time he’d come home.
All Dirk did was simply nod, only to suddenly be inundated with a train of his partner’s family members taking their turns introducing themselves and giving him tight, warm hugs. Honestly, it made him miss his own family, but now wasn’t a time to let his thoughts go in that direction.
Soon after they were ushered from the room, eventually making it to the groom’s dressing area where the older man’s brothers were getting ready as well. Another round of greetings and hugs later, and the partners were headed out into the hall to seat themselves near the front.
The ceremony was beautiful, and even with having just met the other’s family only briefly before hand, Dirk definitely felt at ease despite being around so many people. It was obvious the two at the front of the church loved each other greatly as their vows were spoken, especially when he felt a hand intertwine with his own and hold on tightly.
Looking down to his hand, then up at his partner that was holding it, he promptly realized the man had made eye contact with the bride and undoubtedly was awash with emotions of love and happiness. Chuckling mentally, Dirk simply left his hand clasped with the other’s and looked back towards the front of the church until the older man realized what he’d been doing and pulled away from the connection.
When the reception finally came along, Dirk watched in amusement as Jules was practically stuck on the dance floor with his siblings for a good hour straight, having at least three dances with the bride and a few others with his sisters, mother, and other more distant relatives.
Of course when he was finally allowed to retreat, Dirk wasn’t able to even get a word out when Jules sat next to him as his hand was getting nabbed up by the bride so he could be drug to the dance floor next. He could practically feel his partner’s smug little smile looking into his back, giving the woman one of his smaller, more practiced smiles once they came to a halt among the crowd of people dancing about.
“So,” the woman started as they took up their dancing positions - Dirk was honestly surprised at his lack of anxiety from the sheer amount of skin to skin contact he’d had thus far that day - moving a few steps before she continued. “You deal with my bratty brother daily and haven’t gone insane yet. Is that maybe your ‘specialty’, iron clad sanity?”
Dirk immediately let out a small incredulous huff, taking the opportunity to spin the woman before they continued along in the dance, shaking his head. “No, but I wouldn’t need it. Jules is an amazing partner.” A look of pure shock took over the woman’s face then, the man shrugging slightly. “We balance each other out well. He helps me with my...specialties, perfectly if I may say so, and I level him out and respect his specialties. It’s not a hard arrangement to figure out.” He’d quickly figured out ‘specialty’ meant ‘powers’ given they were in the middle of a crowded dance floor and all.
“Wow,” Scarlett muttered, Dirk giving a mildly confused look in return. “No wonder my brother speaks so highly of you, you’re pretty much perfect for him.” That had another lightly amused huff leaving the man’s nose as he looked over towards where his partner was sitting, watching as the man playfully punched one of his brother’s in the arm.
“Aww, and you even have a special smile for him!”
Dirk’s attention promptly snapped back to the one he was dancing with, a more serious look of confusion on his face then that apparently asked what she was talking about. “The smiles you’ve given everyone all day so far have all seemed practiced, but when you smiled while looking at my brother, it seemed real, heartfelt.”
While he didn’t realize it, a light blush light up the man’s cheeks. He hadn’t realized he apparently had a ‘Jules Smile’, especially when Cam always joked that his partner had a ‘Dirk Smile’. “Well, I’m incredibly glad to have him as a partner, to even just have him in my life. It’s been a while since I’ve had someone to rely on like I do him.”
Without warning, the woman brought him into a similarly bone crushing hug that his partner had been plagued with earlier, letting out a small gasp when he was released only to have his hand tugged as the woman zipped them back to where the older man was sitting. Practically forced back into his seat next to Jules, his partner spared him an apologetic side glance. “All your ribs intact?”
Letting out a small chuckle, Dirk nodded through his typical side glance, watching as he was given one of the supposed ‘Dirk Smiles’ from the other man. “How about you, all your emotions your own?” he asked in return, though in a bit more hushed tones, only to watch as Jules paid his brother’s arm who was sitting on his other side another light punch.
“Mostly.”
As his older brother chuckled deviously at the implications, Dirk’s smile from before returned. He was alright with this, the life his powers had laid out for him, along as his partner remained a large part of it.
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