#Boom instantly I find what I want as soon as I go looking on this new fandom

[transparentgayprotector]

By accident of course.

It starts with a crossover that I don't notice, until I'm in too deep. I get attached to a character and or plot points I need to see the ending but the fic hasn't updated since 2012. I finish it and I'm left with a craving so I look for something similar.

I can't find it in my current fandom, I go back to the crossover boom instantly I find what I'm looking for as soon as I enter the new fandom. I get excited

I watch/read the original content.

I see deeply into these characters and the plot

I hyper fixate.

I need to know more.

I go digging, Where I discover so much about this fandom that I know nothing and everything.

Past fandom? I escaped its grasp the best I can but I'll be dragged back eventually.

I always am.

I read until I won't find any content on what I want to scratch the urge inside of me but when I do I find a crossover that I dont notice in my excitement and the process starts all over again.

Dragged into one hell after the other.

Forever

How about you?

Okay I have a follow up question from a poll I started today, which is tied into the concept of fic discoverability.

I would be fascinated to know how you normally find fics to read, and your reasoning about it, if any. Has your behaviour changed over time? What fandom are you in?

[simplyholl]

Truly Desperate

Summary: When you can’t get off, you go to your enemy on the team for help.

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

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Why did you have the worst luck out of everyone in the world? You had such a great start to your day. Your date had went so well, you invited him back to your room at the Avengers’ Compound. You hadn’t slept with anyone in months. He was so handsome, just your type. Dark, curly hair with light eyes, you were instantly drawn to him when you met him.

Things took a wrong turn as soon as you shut the door behind you. He made himself comfortable on your bed while you went to freshen up. You picked out your favorite black, lacy lingerie set covering it with a silky robe. Then someone pounded on your door loud enough to wake the dead.

“Lady Y/N! Come quickly, I need assistance.” Thor’s voice boomed from the hallway. You apologized to your date, and answered the door. “This better be life threatening.” You whisper, shutting the door behind you. He looks at you sheepishly, hiding something behind his back. “Never mind, I will find someone else...”

You reach behind him, revealing a jar of peanut butter. “What’s this?” You ask, getting madder by the second. “I need help opening this most delicious of treats, and everyone else is gone or asleep.” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you do something drastic like choke him.

“You can’t open this?” You point to the small jar in his hands. He shakes his head no. You grab it, twisting the lid. It pops off so easily, you’re sure he didn’t even try. Without a word, you turn around, entering your room again. “I’m so sorry.” You apologize to your date, as he interrupts you. “Was that Thor? He’s my favorite! This is so cool!”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll show you why I should be your favorite Avenger.” You quip, pushing him on his back. Loud banging on your door interrupts you once more. You jump up, flinging the door open. “Thor I will shove that jar down your throat if you interrupt me again!” You shout, expecting to see him. Instead you’re met with Loki, smirking as leans against your doorframe. “Always so violent.” He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have an urgent mission. Stark says you and I are to go immediately.” He looks down at your barely dressed body. “Like what you see, perv?” You smack his arm. Loki is your least favorite on the team. He’s always arguing with you over the smallest stuff. He ruined your birthday this year by hiring geriatric strippers. He ate the last cookie from your favorite bakery without asking. He always insulted your choice on movie night. Tony liked to pair you together so he could laugh about it later. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that he was the one standing here.

You want to scream. Of course, some bad guy is hell bent on destroying the world when you are in desperate need of some dick. “Alright, just let me change before we go.” You turn back towards your room, Loki grabs your wrist. “There’s no time. We must hurry.” You look apologetically at your date who is awe struck from seeing Loki. “It’s okay, I understand.” He says as he walks around the two of you to leave.

You follow Loki to the Helicarrier, cursing under your breath. When you arrive, no one is there to brief you. Usually Tony or Steve will meet you there before your mission to tell you what to expect. You look at Loki confused. “Where’s Tony?” You ask, placing your hand on your silk covered hips. “About that…” Loki starts. “Are you serious? You ruined my date for nothing?” You push passed him, to the doorway to type in the code to leave.

His obscenely large, veiny hand blocks the keypad. You’ve never noticed how long his fingers were until now. What would they feel like inside you? They could probably reach spots that the men you’ve slept with couldn’t reach with their dicks. Where did that come from?! You need to stop thinking about Loki’s hands right now. The guy is an asshole who always torments you. Not to mention, he just cockblocked you.

“I saved you.” Loki tells you, smiling as if you should thank him. “Saved me? Loki, if that guy tried anything, I could’ve kicked his ass faster than I could have called for help.” Loki shakes his head, “He went out with Natasha last week. You saw how excited he looked to be near me, and I am America’s least favorite Avenger. You weren’t special. He was using you.”

You look at him incredulously. “Loki, I don’t need some random man to make me feel special. I just wanted to have meaningless sex with a hot guy.” He finally lets you type in the code, following you out as the doors open. “I could help you with that.” His blue eyes hungrily trace every curve your little robe accentuates.

You laugh, “No offense, but we don’t even like each other.” “Exactly my point, darling. It would be the very definition of meaningless.” You consider his offer. It has been a long time since a man got you off. But, he just sent the one date you had that seemed normal away to protect you. It was so unlike him. “No thanks, I’ll just stick with my vibrator.” You turn around to stick your tongue out at him, before sprinting ahead of him back to your room.

You open your bedside drawer, holding your vibrator in your hand. You were so worked up, you could probably get off from just looking at it. But, you go through the motions anyway. You close your eyes as you dip your hand under your bra to play with one of your nipples. You let your imagination run wild. It’s not you rolling your nipples, but your date. His dark hair fans across your chest as he takes one between his lips.

You pull your panties down, putting the vibrator in place. It whirls to life, as you imagine him kissing down your stomach to between your legs. He gently bites the inside of your thigh. “Loki!” You moan as the man looks up at you. Instead of your date, it’s Loki smirking at you knowingly. You jump, throwing your vibrator across the room. It hits the wall with a loud thud. What’s the matter with you? Your date was so hot and you were imagining Loki?

You went to retrieve your toy, turning it back on. It buzzed for a brief second before twirling one last time. Come on! You press all the buttons, hoping for a miracle. It’s no use, you broke it when you threw it. You lay back on your bed, having to resort back to medieval times when women had to use their hands to get off.

You close your eyes again, trying to picture your date. Instead Loki’s hands on the keypad, forever ingrained in your memory, appear. You groan, frustrated beyond belief. If thinking about a coworker was going to help you get off, there were plenty to choose from. You imagine Bucky choking you with his metal arm as you work your fingers, but you feel nothing. Steve on his knees for you - nothing. Bruce fucking you on top of all his paperwork? Nope. Boning Tony midair in the Iron Man suit? Nothing. Sam taking you against the wall - not even a stir. Thor and his hammer - dry as the desert.

You stop, your hand will get a cramp and it will all be for nothing. “I could help you with that.” You imitate Loki in a mocking voice. You pull your panties up, and slip your robe back on. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own as they carry you out of your room, down the long hallway to Loki’s room.

You knock quickly, hoping he will open the door before someone sees you out here. He opens it, leaving no room between himself and the door. You try to push passed him, but he stops you. “What’s this about?” You want to smack the smirk right off his face. You look around the deserted hallway praying Thor was right about everyone being out or asleep.

“Let me in before someone sees us.” You plead, walking into his solid body once more. “My sweet girl, you must be truly desperate to come to me. I thought you were going to be satisfied with your silicone cock. Isn’t that what you said when you left me behind earlier?” You roll your eyes. He really was insufferable.

“It broke.” You motion to his doorway, but he doesn’t budge. “I knew you would give in. You couldn’t stop thinking about me could you? I saw you drooling over my hands back there.” You place a hand on your forehead, letting out the biggest sigh. “Loki, can we please talk inside?” You look around again just to make sure no one was watching. “What’s the rush, little one? We have all night.” You hear one of the doors creak open down the hall, Sam walks towards you with his head down.

He makes eye contact as he gets closer. “Just borrowing a phone charger.” You lie, pulling your revealing robe closed. Sam looks between you and Loki, smiling as the realization hits. “I didn’t see shit and I don’t know shit.” He says, laughing as he walks to the elevator. “Loki, let me in. Sam saw us, isn’t that enough?”

“I need you to do one thing for me before I let you come in.” You think about leaving right now, but you’re too horny. You have to get off, and Loki is hot, even though you would never admit that to him. “Beg for it.” “Right here?” You shake your head, he’s unbelievable. You really should leave, but you had heard stories from the people that stayed the night with him. They would come into the kitchen with just fucked hair to make coffee before leaving. You were an early riser, so unfortunately you ran into most of them.

They all gushed about how good he was in bed. You really needed this. So you clasped your hands together, looking him in the eyes as you beg him. “Please Loki, give me that godly Asgardian dick?” You fight the laughter bubbling in the back of your throat as you say the silly words. Satisfied, he finally moves out of the way. You rush inside, sitting on his bed.

“I think we should have rules.” You tell him as he saunters toward you. “Like what? You Midgardians complicate everything, even sex.” “Well I don’t think we should kiss for starters.” You start to pace in front of his bed, suddenly feeling nervous. “We should undress ourselves. And you can’t cum inside me.”

Loki smiles, “Afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” You laugh at his audacity. “No I’m afraid you’ll fall in love with me. Guys get obsessed once they’ve had a taste.” He rolls his eyes at that. “I don’t even like you. Besides, I’ve never been in love in 1,054 years. It won’t happen now.” He starts shedding his clothes as you loosen the tie on your robe. You both pile your clothes together in the floor until there’s nothing left.

“This means nothing.” You stick your pinky out for him to seal the deal with a pinky promise. “Couldn’t agree more.” His finger locks with yours briefly. He picks you up, pinning you against the wall. His head dips as his sharp teeth nip along your neck. Your hands travel the length of his muscular back. All that nonsense in the hall was worth it, even if this was all you got.

Loki continues biting a trail from your collarbone to your jaw, earning a whimper from you. Your legs feel like jelly and he hadn’t really done anything. His skilled hands find your breasts, cupping them as his thumbs roll against your nipples. You gently kiss his chest, feeling his toned stomach against your soft skin. You lick his nipple, causing him to moan against your neck.

He stops to carry you back to his bed, placing you at the top. He follows, crawling between your legs. He shoots you a wicked smile that makes you feel like you’re about to be eaten alive. Loki drags his tongue up your soaked center. The heat of his mouth as his firm, velvet tongue swirls around you sends your head spinning. Silver tongue? More like magic tongue.

Every movement is designed to drive you crazy. Every flick makes your legs shake. His head rocks between your thighs, messy curls shaking as he traces your clit with the tip of his tongue. He strokes you with his talented muscle, working you into a frenzy. Needy moans of his name mix with the wet sound of him drinking you down. His lips suction around your clit, you pull his curls, needing him closer. He whimpers, the vibration from his voice along with the perfect pressure of his lips send you spiraling. He lets you ride out your orgasm, before lining himself up between your legs.

Loki sinks into you and you curse yourself for not doing this sooner. It’s like he was made for you. You’re entranced with every thrust. He really does have a godly dick and he was showing you he knows exactly how to use it. One hand caresses your cheek, “Did you think about how my cock would feel inside you while you used your pathetic toy?” You whine as he snaps his hips, hitting deeper.

Your nipples brush against his hard chest, you wrap your legs tighter around him. You love how strong he is, how big he feels compared to you. He could crush you with one hand if he wanted to. His forehead connects with yours, and he looks down at you trembling with pleasure underneath him. His lips curl in cocky satisfaction. His eyes lock onto yours, watching intensely as he fucks into you. You’re suddenly afraid he’s going to kiss you, so you turn your head.

His mouth latches onto your exposed neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, claiming you. You buck your hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Suddenly he stops, flipping you over so that you’re on top. His hands dig into your hips as he lifts you up and down on him. The new angle hits spots you didn’t even know you had. You move your hips faster, as he fucks you, matching his rhythm.

“I’m close.” He warns you, giving you time to get off of him. You lay on the bed, mouth opened wide as he strokes himself over you. His hot cum lands on your tongue, chin, and breasts. You swallow what lands in your mouth. Loki watches in awe, running a long finger over your chest, gathering a good portion before bringing it to your lips. You swirl your tongue around him, loving the salty, sweet taste of him. He continues the process until you’re mostly clean.

“Would you like to watch a film?” He asks as you use one of his towels to clean what he couldn’t off you. “No, Loki. I don’t even like you.” You state matter of factly, wrapping your silk robe around you before leaving. You run into Thor in the hall, walking fast so he wouldn’t notice you leaving Loki’s room. Loki walks out, greeting Thor. “Do you have what you promised?” Thor asks, watching to make sure you went inside your room. Loki hands him a bag of chocolates, “Thank you, brother for interrupting her date earlier.” Thor rips the bag open, putting six chocolates in his mouth at once. “I hope your interference was worth it.” Thor says between bites. “Indeed, it was.”

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[lovegalor333]

can you do a part 3 to safe house please where reader goes back to Allie’s but stays in Paige’s room and they start a relationship?

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊✧˚ · .

safe house pt 3 (previous part)

summary: loosely based on this request! read previous parts

content warnings: alcohol consumption

You can’t remember the last time you got drunk. While you were with your ex boyfriend, you weren’t allowed to drink or party or have any fun actually but you’re not with him anymore so you can do whatever you want. And that’s why you had a red cup in each hand, one filled with vodka and the other with rum.

You took big gulps from each cup, the harsh bitterness of the alcohol no longer having an effect on you. You didn’t know what time it was, you could have arrived at the party two minutes ago or two hours ago, everything was a blur. It was nice. The constant anxiety that you were so used to living with everyday was slowly dispersing and not just because of the multitude of drinks you had consumed tonight.

You’d been staying at Allies place with her Paige and Jana for almost a month now. Your bruises had faded, you no longer flinched when someone touched you and you slept peacefully every night knowing that you weren’t going to wake up being choked or slapped. OK, not every night, you had nightmares sometimes but you were never alone, the girls held you while you cried every time. Especially Paige, she had a knack for knowing when you needed support and she would wrap her arms around you and rub your back until you could breathe normally again.

Speaking of Paige, you hadn’t seen her in a while, nor Allie or Jana but you just shrugged this off, downing the rest of your drinks, eager to find another. Your steps were staggered and your body swayed as you walked, if you knew any better, you’d stop drinking, go find your friends and make your way home but you didn’t know better. You felt like you had a new sense of life and you wanted to do all the things you missed out on while being in such a toxic relationship and that included getting drunk at frat parties.

You giggled to yourself as you pour more vodka into your cup. Your hand shook and the liquid splashed onto the counter, “Oh shittttt!” Your speech was slurred and slow and you felt dizzy as you spun around looking for paper towels to clean your mess. You couldn’t find any so decided the next best option was your shirt. You stretch the hem of your shirt and used the thin, lacy material to soak up the spilled alcohol. Obviously, this didn’t have the intended effect and you were left with a wet shirt and a bigger mess than before. You cursed under your breath but another sip of alcohol soon had you forgetting about the wet patch and swaying to the music again.

You made your way out of the kitchen, towards the booming speakers, desperate to dance but with your eyes focused on your feet, trying to stay balanced, you didn’t notice as you bumped straight into the chest of a rather large guy.

“Woah there.” He chuckles, hands reaching out to steady you and you allow him to, looking up grinning.

“I’m soooo sorryyyy.” You drawl out and he chuckles again, “It’s OK baby. Gotta watch where you’re going.”

“I just want to dance!” You pout, “Dance with me?” You flutter your lashes at the guy and his eyes rake over you, settling on your chest and you look down to see the top of your bra peaking out of your shirt, your full cleavage on clear display. Using your shirt as a rag had caused it to expose your chest way more than necessary.

“How ‘bout we go to my room? You can dance all you like in there.”

With God knows how much alcohol in your system and lack of better judgment, you slip your hand into his and follow behind him as he leads you through the frat house. He’s walking fast and you can’t keep up, you trip over your own feet, landing on the floor, your knee instantly hurts.

“Owww.” You cry out, clutching your throbbing knee, the entirety of your cup is spilled but you don’t have time to think about any of that because you’re instantly picked by up the guy you just met and you’re on your feet again and he’s leading you to the stairs.

Your steps are slower now because you’re limping but you’re practically being dragged and you feel as though you might fall again but then you feel a grip on your wrist and you’re being dragged in the opposite direction. With your hand still tight in the guys and your wrist being grasped from behind you, you’re being dragged in both directions and you think your arms are going to be ripped off.

“Let her go.” A stern, steady voice says from behind you and you recognise it, “Paigeeeeee!” You cheered as you turned around, coming face to face with the blonde, “I’ve been looking for you!”

“Now you’ve found me. Let’s go.” She says, tugging on your arm.

“Oh noooo I’m OK! We’re going to danceeee.” You reassure and your new buddy does too, “Yeah, I got her.” He says, also tugging on your arm.

“What’s her name?” Paige asks completely deadpan, in fact, she’s full on death glaring and when the guy can’t answer her question, she tugs on you harder until he drops your hand and scurries away.

“You’re no fun.” You sulk, crossing your arms over your body, frowning at Paige.

“And you’re very drunk. And your boobs are out,” She lifts your shirt until your chest is covered again, “and your knee is bleeding. And he definitely did not want to dance.”

“So? I’m si..shingle now.” You fumble over your words.

“Shingle?” Paige laughs and it only makes you frown more, “You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I know. All too well. Let’s go home.” She says grabbing your hand.

“Oh! I loooveeeee that song! Ten minute version! I walked through the door with you…” You began belting out the lyrics to All Too Well (10 minute version) as Paige guided you out of the frat house and you laughed as you walked through a door as you sang that exact lyric.

“And the air isssss cold.” You laugh again as you step into the street.

“OH YOUR SWEET DIS-DISPO-DISPOSITION!” You continue to perform as you walk hand in hand with Paige.

“What even is disposition? I’m sure yours is sweet whatever it is.” You lean into Paige, suddenly feeling very unsteady and she wraps your arm over her shoulder, her own hooking around your waist and she pretty much carries you all the way home while you butcher the lyrics to Taylor Swift.

By the time you reach the apartment, all your body weight is leant on Paige and she holds you strong and firm as she unlocks the door. You trip and stumble as you walk but she doesn’t let you fall, “Home stretch ma, just a few more steps.” She tells you before you feel the soft surface of a bed beneath you. The covers are fluffy and lilac, “This is your bed.” You say as if she doesn’t know. “Uh huh.” Is all she says as you feel her taking off your shoes.

You lay looking up at Paiges ceiling and you hear her shuffle around her room. Her bed is really comfortable you think to yourself.

Your knee begins to sting and you flinch, “It’s OK. I’m just wiping your knee.” Paiges voice is soft and gentle and she rubs your leg comfortingly. “You’re good at that.” You mumble, “Fixing me up.”

“I got you.”

“Thank you.” You voice is croaky and dry as you sit yourself up to look at your knee and the room spins, “The room is spinning.” You groan, holding a hand to your head.

“I’ll get you some water. Stay there.” Paige instructed and she left you alone in her room. Your wet shirt clung to you in an uncomfortable way and you tussle with it to get it over your head before throwing it on the floor.

“Oh…” Paige clears her throat as she comes back with a bottle of water, “It was wet.” You motion to your discarded shirt, “I’ll get you a clean one.” She says and hands you the bottle of water which you gladly take and gulp down, desperate for hydration.

Paige slips a t-shirt over your head and helps you thread your arms through and you look down, recognising the grey, UConn Basketball shirt you’ve seen her wear so many times, “Suits you.” She remarks and you grin up at her from your place on the edge of her bed, “Thank you, Paige. For everything. All the things you’ve done for me. No one’s ever done that for me before.” You admit as sobriety starts to slip in.

“Of course. I couldn’t just stand back and watch you get hurt.”

You reach out for Paiges hand as she stands in front of you and you hold it tenderly before bringing it to your mouth and pressing a soft kiss to it. You look up at Paige through your eyelashes and she’s looking down at you, eyes blue as ever, cheeks slightly flushed, “Can I sleep in here tonight?” You ask timidly and Paige nods, “I’ll take the couch.”

“No. I want to sleep in here…with you…please.” You mutter, hand still linked with Paiges, her calloused palm pressed against yours.

“You’re drunk…” She warns but you shake your head, “I know what I’m saying.”

“I don’t think you do.”

“Trust me, I do. Just lay with me tonight.” You shuffle back onto Paiges bed, pulling her with you and she doesn’t argue. She kicks her shoes off before laying down beside you, still holding your hand.

“I never knew it was meant to feel like this. So safe and secure.” You ramble on, unable to stop the words from spewing out, “And maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about you. Why it’s you who I want when I wake up crying. I don’t know if you meant to do this but you’ve showed me what it’s like to be truly cared for. I think I’m falling for you.”

The air is charged and there’s a long uncomfortable silence as your words hang between you both as you lay side by side.

“Get some sleep. You’ve had a lot to drink and you’re not going to remember anything in the morning.” Paige says, staring at her ceiling.

“I will.” You argue but you listen to her and close your eyes, moving your head to rest on her shoulder as you drift off to sleep, the taste of spirits still strong in your mouth and your heart racing from your drunken confession.

You wake up feeling like your head has been crushed under a hydraulic press. You groan as your eyes flutter open and then you gasp, waking up to Paige underneath you, your head rested on her chest, arm flung over her torso.

“What the fuck?” You mutter under your breath, noticing you’re wearing her top and that her arm is wrapped around you keeping you pressed to her. “Paige!” You hiss nudging her awake and it takes a moment but she begins to stir before slowly peeling her eyes open.

“I bet your head hurts like a motherfucker.” She grumbles, voice husky, thick with tiredness.

“You can say that again.” You squeeze your eyes shut hoping that blocking out the stream of daylight coming through the curtains will ease your pounding head. It doesn’t.

“What happened last night?” You ask apprehensively, pushing yourself up and off of Paige. She stays laying down, staring up at you, her eyes searching yours for a lightbulb moment but it doesn’t come. You have no memory of last night at all.

“You don’t remember?” She asks also pushing herself up so you’re both sitting. She’s still fully dressed and you’re still clad in your skirt from the night before so you know nothing happened between you but the atmosphere is charged like there’s something unspoken just hanging in the air.

“No. Not a thing. Did I embarrass myself?” You ask, cheeks heating at the thought of you doing something you’ll regret.

Paige shakes her head, “No. You were just really drunk. Tried going to a random dudes room so I brought you home.”

“Oh God. Thanks for stopping that.” You place a hand on Paiges knee and she has a reaction that you can’t quite place, “How comes I’m in here?” You ask, referring to her room. You either slept with Allie or on the couch.

“You asked to sleep in here.” She tells you and breaks eye contact, standing from the bed. She was acting weird. Fidgety and awkward. This wasn’t Paige.

“Did I do something to upset you?” You ask, guilt starting to slip in. You were used to being blamed for everything so it was only right Paiges mood was caused by you.

“No. No, of course not.” She reassured you but her body language said otherwise, “Then what is it?” You press, starting to feel awkward yourself, sat in her bed, wearing her top.

“You really don’t remember?”

“Obviously not. Can you just tell me?”

“You were drunk-“

“Yeah I got that part.”

“You were drunk and you asked to sleep in here…with me so we layed down together and you said you felt safe and secure. You said you can’t stop thinking about me…” Paige trails off but she doesn’t need to say anything more because everything comes flooding back to you, “I said I think I’m falling for you.” You say, repeating your alcohol induced confession.

Paige nods, “Fuckkk.” You groan, flopping back on her bed, covering your face with your hands, “I’m sorry. I was drunk and I shouldn’t have said that and now I’ve made things weird when you’ve been so good to me.” Your voice is muffled as you keep your hands pressed to your face, not daring to look at Paige.

“You haven’t made things weird. I didn’t know you felt like that. You caught me off guard.” Paige says and you feel the bed dip as she sits on it.

“Off guard in a bad way…or a good way?” You ask, not sure if you want to hear the answer.

Spending the past month with Paige had been confusing and you put it down to the repercussions of such an awful relationship but the more time you spent alone, watching movies, cooking, eating, talking, laughing, crying and actually being treated right, you realised that your feelings for Paige weren’t strictly platonic. You had no plan on telling her that though. To you, Paige saw you as a victim, someone who needed saving and she was kind enough to do that and you had taken that kindness and made it something it wasn’t and you were sure Paige saw you as just a friend.

“Not in a bad way. You’re beautiful and funny and you deserve the best in life but-“

“But I’m damaged goods.” You mutter, you had allowed yourself to be used and abused for a long time and then Paige watched you throw yourself at a random guy last night, you were crazy to think she’d want you.

“No, that’s not what I was going to say,” She turns to look at you and you have your knees tucked up to your chest, back rested against her headboard, “you’ve been through a lot. You’re going through a lot. I didn’t want to take advantage of that.” Paige says softly and you feel yourself melt. She has a way with words that makes your stomach flutter.

“I just want to forget about that. You help me forget about that. But I don’t want to be a charity case.”

“You’re not a charity case. Not to me.”

“What am I, to you?”

Paige stays silent but she moves closer to you, close enough to touch but ahe doesn’t reach out and your skin burns with need.

“You’re someone I care about…deeply. I want to spend all my time with you. I do spend all my time with you. You have something that I just can’t get enough of. I want to show you what it’s like to be loved…for real. Real, wholesome love. If you’ll let me.

Will you let me?”

Your heart is beating in your ears at this point and you’re staring at Paige, eyes soft and yearning and you can’t hold back from touching her any longer so you fling your arms around her, pulling her as close to you as she can get. Her arms find their way around your waist, hugging you back, your face is nestled into her neck, the scent of last nights cologne still strong, “I’ll let you.”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊✧˚ · .

a/n: think i might take a break from writing once i get through some requests. my mental health is downnn atm and it’s making me hate everything i write 😕

[dindjarindiaries]

Fight For Me

summary: When Din starts to get harassed at a cantina, you can’t help jumping in to defend him at all costs.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x reader

warnings: angst, strong language, mentions of trauma, canon-typical violence, injuries & blood, hurt/comfort, fluff

rating: T

word count: 3.175k

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You tugged on the hood of your poncho to conceal more of your face from view. “We’ve got a lot of eyes on us.”

“I told you.” Din’s modulated voice was low as he took a subtle step closer to your side. “We’re near Mandalorian Space.” You stole a glance over at him just in time to catch the quick tilt of his helmet. “The people out here aren’t fond of my kind.”

“I just…” You paused as the two of you passed another pedestrian, your chin and your gaze lowering until they were out of sight. “I thought you said Akiva was the first planet to pledge their allegiance to the New Republic.”

“They were.” Din’s gloved hand pulled into a fist at his side. You noticed it just as a bead of sweat began to trickle down your temple. “They wanted a change after years of the Empire ordering almost every Mandalorian warrior to do their bidding.”

“I see.” You exhaled and lifted your hand again to brush the sweat away. “It’s hot as hell here.”

Din huffed. “It’s known for its humidity.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “And yet you let me wear this?” You gestured to the thick poncho that sat over your head and shoulders.

“Staying concealed is a bigger priority than staying cool. We won’t be here for long.” Din nodded towards a building on the right. “Here.”

You read the Aurebesh letters that hung overhead the building’s round entrance: cantina. That was the last place you wanted to be on a world where Din and his kind weren’t welcome, but there wasn’t much of a choice. It was your first, and so far your only, lead on finding the new location of whatever remained of Din’s covert.

Din led the way inside, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, the chatter dimmed. Hushed voices spoke as Din wove the two of you through the tables and other crowds, carrying through the cantina until each voice rose back to its previous volume. You tightened your jaw and remained vigilant. Din may not have been worried about the actions of others, but you sure as hell were.

You stayed at Din’s side as he reached the bar, his gloved hands settling on top of it as he instantly gained the attention of the bartender. The Zabrak man tossed his hand towel on his shoulder and looked at Din expectantly. “What can I get started for you?”

Din reached into the pouch on his belt and set down a handful of credits. “Nothing to drink.” He slid the credits forward. “Just information.”

The bartender gave the pile of credits a cautious glance. “What makes you think I have something worth knowing?”

Din looked left and right before he leaned forward, lowering his voice in a much gruffer way than he would ever do with just you. “Nevarro.”

The bartender did the same gesture as Din before he secured his hand over the pile of credits. “Hold tight.” He pocketed the credits into his apron and nodded. “I’ve got something in the back.”

Din returned the nod, assuming his previous posture as the bartender disappeared into a back room. You crossed your arms and set them upon the top of the bar. Your voice was a hushed whisper as you spoke. “Do you believe him?”

Din shrugged. “We’ll see.” He exhaled, as if attempting to release some of the invisible weight that hung upon his armored shoulders. Your heart ached at the thought of it. “There’s no other option right now.”

“You shouldn’t be here.” A booming voice disrupted any thought you were going to voice in reply to Din. Your head turned as you observed the Klatooinian who stood behind the two of you. Your blood both ran cold and red-hot at the same time as you watched the Klatooinian snarl at Din’s back.

Din’s helmet didn’t move, his visor instead focusing ahead of himself as he tapped his gloved fingers against the bartop. Your gaze slid over to him as you waited for him to speak, but he didn’t.

“You know what your kind did to us—to this entire system.” The Klatooinian scoffed, his guise of amusement failing in favor of his lethal anger. He raised an arm to gesture to the onlookers around them. “I speak for everyone here when I say we would take any chance we could get at killing you ourselves.”

“I don’t think your Republic would take kindly to that.” You couldn’t help yourself from biting out the words. Din’s visor slowly slid towards you, a silent warning you failed to heed.

The Klatooian’s vicious eyes found yours. He then laughed, a grating sound that stung you and made you curl your hands into fists on the bartop. “You’re on the wrong side of the planet if you want New Republic support, dustbreather.”

Din tensed at the insult the Klatooinian threw at you, but he still didn’t speak. Of course he wants to defend me more than himself.

The Klatooinian had since set his attention back on Din. “Your kind was eliminated for a reason.” He took another step closer to Din’s back. Your fists tightened even more, until the leather on your hands groaned in protest. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Your gaze burned through the side of Din’s helmet. His visor faced you as he gave his helmet a small shake, but you were already blinded by your rage. His way was not your way.

“Peel that armor off and what are you?” The Klatooinian scoffed and took one more step closer. “Nothing but a man who should’ve died with the rest of his—.”

You lunged in a movement so quick not even Din could have stopped it as you slammed your fist as hard as you could against the Klatooinian’s jaw. The entire cantina roared as every eye settled on you, especially as you shook out your stinging hand and faced the Klatooinian who was barely still standing. Din had whipped around at your side, but even he was frozen as you sized up the Klatooinian.

“Oh, you bitch!” the Klatooinian seethed as he swung towards you. You skillfully dodged his blow and elbowed his ribs, using the opportunity to hit him with an uppercut. The commotion amongst the onlookers rose more and more as you evaded the Klatooinian’s hits and dealt him more of your own.

It was all a blur of blood, sweat, and hot fury until two arms wrapped around your waist from behind and pulled you tight against a beskar barrier. You fought against the grasp, the hood of your poncho having long since fallen away from your face as you swung towards the Klatooinian who had to be supported by his peers. “Fuck you!” you spat at your opponent. “You haven’t gotten even half of what you deserve!”

You tried to push off of Din to lunge at him again, but Din’s grasp only got tighter as he pulled you back to him. “Easy,” his modulated voice gently warned you.

“That man deserves to be dead!” The Klatooinian points a weary finger in Din’s direction.

You fought Din’s grasp again, pushing even harder against him that time. “I’ll show you who deserves to be—!”

Din forced you against himself so hard that it stole the air from your lungs for a moment. “Easy, cyar’ika.” The lip of his helmet was just beside your ear as he went on. “That’s enough.” He freed one arm from your waist to hold the wrist of your bleeding hand, forcing your arm behind you. “We have to go.”

His words made you snap out of your state of bloodlust as you turned your head around to face his helmet. “But we haven’t gotten your information.”

“Doesn’t matter. Half this cantina wants to fight you, and…” Din paused, his grasp easing on your wrist as he looked down at your hand, “you’re bleeding.” His voice lowered in worry.

“I’m fine.” You faced your opponent with indignance again. “I can take them.”

“No.” The arm Din still had around your waist gave you a gentle yet firm tug away from the growing crowd around the Klatooinian. “We’re leaving.”

Trying to argue with Din about that would be a losing battle, and so you sighed and started to follow him out. Before you could get far, someone whistled from the bar area. Din’s visor locked on something behind you, and when your gaze followed it, you found the bartender nodding at Din before tossing something in the air. Din released you only to catch it. He then returned the Zabrak’s nod and continued on.

“What is it?” Your curiosity got the best of you even as you and Din had to shoulder your way out of the rowdy cantina.

“Coordinates.” Din put your hood back over your head for you and led the way onto the street.

You furrowed your brow and cradled your stinging knuckles. “To where?”

“We’ll find out.” Din was clearly navigating for another specific place as he wove you through the fray. With the adrenaline of your fight still pumping through your veins, it was hard for you to focus, and that was something Din had no doubt picked up on.

Still, there was a more sickly sensation that prickled at you like a thousand icy needles, the chill of it settling inside your chest even amidst the humidity of the planet. You made your concerns known in a voice much quieter than you would have liked. “Are you upset with me?”

You earned no response. Din’s visor continued to look from building-to-building, and he moved at a pace that was getting difficult to keep up with. The needles turned into one sharp blade that sliced through your heart as you ultimately stopped in your tracks.

“You’re upset with me.”

Din stopped just a few paces ahead of you, but in an instant, he had closed the distance between you again. For a moment, his gloved hands cradled your face. “No. Not at all.” His helmet lifted in realization of your surroundings, his hands soon following as they settled on your shoulders instead. “I just… I want to get you somewhere safe.” He shifted his weight between his feet. “Now.”

“Here?” You lifted your brow in surprise. “Didn’t you hear what that guy said?” You shook your head at him. “Anyone here would kill you if they could.”

“But they won’t, because they can’t, and they know it.” Din tilted his helmet at you. “I told you these people aren’t fond of me, not that they’re a threat to me.” He nodded at your bruising hands. “Especially with you here to back me up.”

You began to smile at that. Din gave your shoulders a squeeze and turned away from you to continue on through the town. It wasn’t long before he found what he was looking for, a reliable source of lodging with a business owner who wouldn’t turn down any customer, not even a Mandalorian. He navigated the two of you once more to your own quarters and stepped through the threshold first only to be sure he could observe the room for threats before you followed.

As soon as the door was closed and secured behind you, Din slipped off his helmet and set it aside, his hands reaching for your face once again. This time, Din didn’t have to worry about eyes on you, and so he leaned fully into you and the bliss you two could share by pinning you between himself and the nearest wall and kissing you like his life depended on it.

Your arms wrapped around Din’s neck to keep him close as his mouth slotted over yours time and time again, his tongue lavishing praises onto you without having to speak a single word. You met his familiar rhythm with each movement, a pattern as familiar as your own heartbeat that thudded against your chest. It was a moment where the stinging in your hands faded and the worries of what Din thought dissipated completely.

He was making it clear how he felt about the situation, and you wanted to keep feeling it—at all costs.

Eventually, though, your lungs cried out for air, forcing your mouths to separate even as Din stayed close. His gaze, sparkling with affection even amidst his worry for you, found your own as he forehead rested against yours. His voice was a mere rasp from both its quietness and his lack of breath. “Thank you for defending my honor.” His thumb ran over your lips.

You smiled and kissed the pad of his thumb. “You never have to thank me for that.”

“I know.” Din returned your smile and brushed his lips against yours. “But I will anyway.” He kissed you again, but this time, he kept it brief. His concern no doubt got the best of him as he pulled away and lifted his hands to hold your wrists. He pulled them away from his neck and studied your hands, his smile transforming into a worried grimace. “Let’s take care of this.”

You continued to beam at him. “Sure.”

Din set one hand over your lower back as the other kept its gentle grasp on your wrist. He led you over to the single bed in the room, and you took your place on the edge of it, sitting just beside Din’s helmet. Din disarmed himself of his spear and jetpack before reaching into the pouch of medical supplies on his belt.

“It doesn’t hurt that bad.” You started by taking the leather off your hands, gritting your teeth to keep yourself from groaning at the way it tugged at your angry skin.

Din huffed, raising his brow in amusement as he took the pieces of leather from you and set them aside. “You’re almost as bad at lying as I am.”

You laughed at that, making room for him to sit beside you as he took one of your hands in his and started to work. Din began with your dominant hand, which was more beat-up than your other hand. You spoke to him as he worked, hoping it would ease some of the tension that knit his armored shoulders together. “How would you rate that fight?”

Din paused and looked at you with a wrinkled brow. “What do you mean?”

You offered him a mischievous smile. “I mean, how did I do?”

Din blinked at you for a moment. “How did you do?” He chuckled and shook his head, focusing on your hand again even as he responded. “Cyar’ika, he was barely conscious standing up.”

“So?” You tilted your head at him and smiled sweetly. “What do you rate it, then?”

Din smiled to himself while he traded a tube of bacta for a secure wrap. “There are no words for it.”

“Oh.” You feigned disappointment and looked away from him, your gaze settling on his empty helmet that was still nearby. “How else will you tell me your rating, then?”

Din’s gaze flickered up at you, but only for a moment. “I have ideas.” He lifted your bandaged knuckles to his lips and left a gentle kiss upon them before he exchanged that hand for your other one. “But finishing this is my priority.”

The sweet warmth of overwhelming affection and desire burned throughout your chest,and you gave yourself a few moments to recover from its powerful effects. Once you had waited long enough, you spoke in a softer voice. “Why didn’t you say anything?” When Din’s brow lifted in confusion, you elaborated. “To that guy at the cantina.”

Din sighed, his jaw tightening before he loosened it again. “You know me. I’m… not a man of many words.” He exchanged the bacta for another clean wrap. “I’ve always found that actions speak louder than words, anyway.” Din gave you an amused look. “You just beat me to it.”

You smiled to yourself. “I guess that’s what makes us a good match.”

“It’s one of many things.” Din paused to focus as he circled the wrap around your hand. “The way you can throw punches is…” Din had to stop again, but this time, his gaze raised to the ceiling as if he was summoning composure from some unknown source. You chuckled at him as he exhaled a soft breath and looked at your hand again. “It’s an advantage.”

You teased him by looking at him through your lashes, blinking them slowly as he finished with your hand and allowed his gaze to meet yours. “Yeah?”

Din lifted his hand towards his lips without breaking your shared gaze. “Yeah.” He kissed your bandaged knuckles and lowered your hand. His eyes studied it as he nodded in sudden severity. “Truly, cyar’ika, what you did… it means a lot.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “I’ve never had someone fight for me like that. No one except…” He trailed off. He didn’t have to say the name.

You raised the bandaged hand he wasn’t holding to caress the side of his face. Din’s gaze met yours again, and the deep admiration within it was breathtaking—but so was the deep longing hidden behind it. When you spoke, your voice was quiet yet meaningful. “I miss him, too.”

Din closed his eyes and nodded. After a long pause, he reopened his eyes and tasked himself with putting his medical supplies back in his belt. He exchanged them for the coordinates the bartender had given him. “Knowing the covert, this probably leads to the system they’re hiding in.” Din returned to business and you met him there, nodding at him to agree with his words. “It’ll take some more work to find out exactly where they are.”

“That’s fine.” You set a hand on his cuisse as you smiled in reassurance. “I’m with you every step of the way.”

Din’s gaze drifted from your hand on his armored thigh to your own eyes as he returned your smile. “I know.” He put the coordinates back in his belt and let his expression morph into something more mischievous as he faced you again. “So.” He cleared his throat, and you giggled at his clumsiness. He was smoother than you could have ever expected at some times, but this wasn’t one of them. “About that rating.”

You laughed, lifting your bandaged hands to the sides of his face to bring him closer to you. “You can just kiss me.”

Din chuckled with you until his amused breath became your own, one action that led to a long string of others proving exactly how grateful and proud he was of your actions that day.

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[dilfl0v3rss]

So BOOM the readers at a party. She a little tipsy and some girl bump into her. The reader like oh bitches can’t say excuse me. Ony trying to de- escalate the situation. Also sorry if your ask are closed. I couldn’t find anything on your page to tell me if they are.

when it came to parties ony picked and chose when he would and wouldn’t agree with you going, unless he was going himself. it wasn’t very often when your boyfriend would go to parties, but since he successfully made a big drop the previous night he thought it’d be nice to go out and enjoy himself at a party as a regular nigga and not a drug dealer.

“lemme tell you sum” his deep voice rang in your diamond stud covered ears. before he could let you out of the car, ony always made sure to let you know what it was before letting you go inside with him. “you know the rules, when you go to the bathroom give me your cup. don’t be drinking too much, and act like you got a head on those pretty shoulders, aight?” you nodded your head before leaning over the center console and giving him a sloppy kiss.

it didn’t take thirty minutes before sasha had you taking shot after shot. the slight buzz from the alcohol making your words a little slurred as you sung. “sex wit me s’amazinggggg!” you yelled along to rihanna, dancing all over sasha to the beat of the song. of course she didn’t stop you, but once ony saw you he knew it was time to take that cup away. “hol on man, i gotta go get my baby” he mumbled, shaking his head as he made his way to the middle of the floor.

ony was having a really good night, the weight of working finally lifted off his shoulders as he smiled while walking towards you. as your eyes met his you squealed, excitedly skipping towards him before continuing your dance on him. “hey pretty girl. how much you had t’drink?” you were still sober to the point where you knew you had three shots and a couple sips of jungle juice, smiling as you went on your tippy toes for a quick kiss. “not t’much i promise daddy”

ony smiled at the pet name, knowing your decorum was disintegrating along with your sobriety. “that’s good let me know when-” “i gotta pee papa!” you whisper yelled, but ony heard you, giving you a soft smile before taking your hand and walking towards the bathroom. you didn’t even take three steps before your hand was yanked from his as some random bitch bumped into you. ony thought nothing of it, reconnecting his hand with yours before trying to continue his journey.

“bitches is mute now? cant say excuse me?” your giggly attitude instantly replaced with anger as you stared the girl down. she whipped her head around, getting ready to say something smart. “who the fuck you calling a bitch?” ony knew you weren’t a girl who liked to argue so as soon as he saw you moving your bag off your shoulder he butted in. “unt uhh unt uhh we not doing that” he said. before you could handle your business, your movements were stopped by his tattooed arm on your waist.

“yeaa put that one on a leash” the girl giggled as she watched you try to move his arm so you can really show her what’s good. ony knew how you got when you were tipsy and was more than a hundred percent sure you could whoop this girl’s ass, but he was always against you fighting. but though that is true, he didn’t play about how people talked to or about you either. “man watch your mouth and go on somewhere. m’tryna keep her from fucking you up and you making it hard for me to want to.”

“and you, calm your little ass down for i take you to the bathroom for sum else” his deep voice made your eyes snap up towards his. stern look making your stomach get butterflies, but you feigned indifference. you rolled your eyes and continued your journey to the bathroom, mumbling something along the lines of “you lucky bitch” as you turned around.

as soon as you got to the bathroom he turned your body towards his, hand on your ass while he gave you a stern look. your eyes widened as you looked up at your now mildly pissed off boyfriend. “what i say in the car huh? you not being good ma.” he said softly. ony knew you can get a little emotional when you drank so he made sure to be as delicate as possible right now.

a pout formed on your face, eyes getting a little watery from the affects of the alcohol. like he figured, your emotions were all over the place. “s-she bumbed int’me firsttt” ony already knew you were getting ready to cry so he chose not to push the subject any further, giving you a few short pecks “sh sh sh s’okay baby i’m not mad at you. gon head and pee so you can go have fun okay?” he let you go to handle you business, sighing in relief when he seen your smile grow back on your face. he hated when you cried.

after you finished and washed your hands you went to go open the door, but ony stopped you, placing his tattooed hand on top of yours before speaking lowly to you. “you gon be good when you go back out there right? don’t wanna have to embarrass you” his words traveled straight to your panties, making you quickly nod your head as a reply. “speak up mama. you gon be good?” he turned your body around, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes clearly. “i’ll be good” a smirk crept onto his face, gold grills peeking at you before he left a light kiss on your lips. free hand gripping your ass as he spoke.

“you better”

[oishiyani]

🦐 ; Where Were You?

🦐 ; y/n’s presence never missed every single day! a text, a voice call, maybe even a visit. but then one morning.. boom! y/n vanished, not a single sign of life from them has got them shuffled in their minds! who knows could be what their reaction? (SCENARIOS)

— this is a fun little drabble while i had on my free time!! huehue, i swear ill make nikolai on the pt2 of this and along with another character in mind!

Sigma

Would end up trashing in fear in his body.

sigma's love for you is known to be only pure, he loves you whole and so do you. a routine where you'd keep him occupied with everything that's happened to you while he shoots you a bunch of questions of things he hadn't heard such about. the more you talked, the more curious he got.

the way you talk has him falling head over heels for you! that's the most special event in his daily life. the part where you'd find him and call so sweetly of his name out of your lips, your voice instantly makes him forget whatever's disturbing his head- soon relaxed when he recognizes your voice.

with this everyday routine with you is like a vitamin he has to take everyday, without it he may not function well. it's the most crucial part of his life- he can't miss a day without you. then one day, he did almost did miss a day.

usually you'd be calling out for him when he's really stuffed with the casino of his. a perfect timing for you to be his savior to come and comfort him, but after a few hours- he looked at the clock that was hanged on the wall.

'that’s strange.. y/n should be here at any moment now.. y/n's coming here soon right?'

and so, he waited. and waited. and waited. like a dog waiting for their owner to return home behind closed doors.

sigma begins to fidget without him realizing, one of his legs starts fiddling as both of his hands clasped together, his right index finger tapping up and down for who knows how long. and you still weren't here.

its been hours, he noticed. he spammed your phone number with a few text messages asking where are you, were you alright? were you not safe? the thought of you in danger increased his worries. could fyodor have captured you to use you against him?

he swallowed the developed lump in his throat, he had to search for you immediately. now was the time to take action. who knows what could’ve happen to you? he stands up and grabs the telephone by his desk- before he was about to dial, the sound of his main doors pushed open.

there you were, standing with a bunch of bags hanged on your arm. "hey, sorry i kind of arrived late! as you can see here i bought-"

"s-sigma?" you were cut by your sentence as you were took by a sudden surprise of sigma who dropped the telephone and approached you with his footsteps in a haste. he then hugged you tightly- wrapped in his arms, never wanting to let go of you. his head on your shoulder while his face hides at your sight. you almost fell behind and tumbled because of the unforeseen of event.

"where were you?" he asked, a sound of his voice cracked as he spoke. you hugged him back trying your best to tolerate how really tight his hug is, "i was out in the mall.. my phone happened to run out of battery so i couldn't message you. i'm sorry about that." you let out of a bashful giggle.

soon you felt slight coldness on the fabric you wore, your eyes dilated and grabbed sigma's forearms to push him slowly from you.

with his face in front of you. sigma's eyes were bottled up with tears, his nose a bit red. which looks like he's been holding in his emotions for a while. the tables have turned- now you were the one worried, confused, why was sigma crying? did you do something wrong?

"huh? did something happen? what's wrong?" sigma looked down, a sigh escaping his lips- his eyebrows furrowed. "you were gone for too long and i just got worried.. really that's all." his eyes shifted in another direction, a small pout on his lips formed after.

you also sighed in relief after thinking that something worse happened to him, "i'm sorry for that sigma.. next time i'll invite you to the mall with me. we could try one of those fancy restaurants i saw."

he sniffled, his index finger swiped the tear bubbling from the corner of his eye. "sure, i'd love to go." he then smiled. "i'm happy you're back."

sigma then felt something pressed on to his lips. it was.. a cookie?! his eyes lit of sparks. you pushed the cookie futher and sigma took immediate bite of it, "i also bought these cookies for you! do you like them?"

a faint pink shade of blush wave on his cheeks, "mhm."

Fyodor

Would come and fetch you immediately. and once found- it’s a must to return.

your presence being absent for a while doesn’t shaken fyodor himself. why? oh y/n, you lack the knowledge of fyodor’s tracking skills- an absoulute maniac at it! he could be watching you at every placed cctv camera by the city and you’re fully unaware of it.

fyodor fonds you quite alot- well for more than what you can think. he loves how you bring gifts for him on the way back, after he just watched you struggle to buy something for him. unable to choose between two goods situation. he smiles internally at how cute you look while deciding if he'd

with your loyalty to him, he surely should protect you from any harm that opposes you. that’s why he’s spectating you from the cameras y’know! it’s all for the sake of your safety after all. he even thought of placing cameras in your house, maybe if someone attempted to rob you then he’d save the day.

as soon as fyodor came back from his office- sitting on his chair, eyes stamped on the screen that displayed different corners of each street. in an insant his eyes hunt for you like a prey.

switching from cameras to cameras, he was unable to find you through it. he double checked again- maybe you’ll appear at any moment but no. you still weren’t there at the store you always went.

‘that’s strange..’ fyodor said as he gently rubbed his chin, thinking where have you might go. he only set off his eyes away from the screen for a minute and you’re gone that quickly? that was the least he expected since you take your time at browsing your items.

little did he know you stumbled upon this local cafe that just opened up! it was located at this small apartment that the owner set it up as their own business. you happen to saw a poster and an immediate urge drove into you as soon as you saw the cafe’s new release of a drink.

with that in mind, you went on your way to try it out. you open the door that supposedly says in the poster that this is where they’re located, a small, shady place for a cafe indeed. you were met by the sound of a small bell that clang on top when you opened the door. the aroma of coffee strikes you.

there were only a few people, really few.. like 3. the man who’s behind the counter greeted you a welcome. you came upfront and told him that you wanted to try their new drink. the man agreed, but as he went on to make it- the man seems like he couldn’t find himself to stop talking about you.

he continuously asked you multiple questions about yourself, what you do for living, how was living in the city, were you still studying, ‘till he abruptly asked if you were in a relationship with someone.

the first set of questions weren’t that bad, although they progressively became more personal. the conversation still about yourself- you ended up being uncomfortable as you sat and waited for your drink to be done.

“maybe we could exchange numbers.. if you ever don’t have one though! and we could go get some coff-“

“do you serve tea around here?” the familiar voice spoke. you quickly turned to your side and saw fyodor who was about to sit down beside you. “wait- fyodor?! what’re you doing here? i mean, when did you even get here?!”

“just now.” fyodor replied, his gaze on the man who was doing the finishing touches to your drink. the man who was behind the counter was also just as confused as you for the unexpected new customer. “tea sir? i’m afraid we don’t-“

“well, that’s unfortunate. i was hoping me and y/n would go here sometime.” fyodor replied. cutting the man’s words off. “y/n?” you looked to fyodor again, giving him a sign that he has your attention. he told you to bring out your phone and to wear your headphones for some reason, he then told you to listen to this orchestra piece he liked.

“just for a moment.” he told you, mouth close to your ear, then puts back the lifted half of the headphones on your ear. you watched him talk to the man, both of them having a conversation while you listened to melody in your ears. you then continued to sip your finished drink, ‘this is good.. and refreshing..’ the wave of relaxation was disturbed by a sudden slam that vibrated on the wooden counter.

you turned your gaze back to the two, lifting your headphones. the man’s face expression showed he was terrified, while fyodor was only giving the poor man a smirk. “get out before i call the police!” the man threatened. “wait- what happened?” yet again confused, you asked fyodor. he only stood up and stared at the man who’s legs began to shake.

“let’s go y/n. we surely don’t want to be in this place of a stench.” fyodor took his steps to the door turning the doorknob. you left your payment on the counter and catched up to fyodor on the way out of the apartment.

you were filled with questions for fyodor to answer, but the only answer you ever got was quite odd-

“i only gave him a little piece of advice, i wouldn’t want that cafe to be shut down completely.”

the next day, you were walking by the side of the streets. you found yourself in the same spot where the cafe you went was located. but this time, you took notice that there was a sign that said ‘THIS PLACE HAS BEEN SHUT DOWNED’

[heavyhitterheaux]

“I can’t believe you fell asleep!”

“Urban! Wake up! Stop falling asleep!” You scolded him as you glanced over to see that his head was resting on his arm as he sat down on the couch in your shared bedroom with Jack.

“You called me at 2 in the damn morning! What do you expect!? I'm not a spring chicken anymore!”

“Urb…. you're 38. Please stop acting like you need an AARP membership.” You responded as Jack busted out laughing.

“Why couldn't you two have told me this when it was LIGHT outside!? Ever since I turned 30, I have to sleep with a special pillow so I don't wake up with a sore neck!”

“Remember you saying that you take your godfather duties seriously? This is one of those times.” Jack told him as he sat down next to him.

“What? Why? Is something wrong with one of them!?” Urban asked as he sat up since this immediately got his attention.

“No, they're fine. But…. We might have another one coming.” You answered and all Urban did was stare at Jack.

“I know your wife is pretty, but how many more?! ENOUGH! ENOUGH ALREADY!”

“This is the last one! Promise!”

“I won't believe that until you get a damn vasectomy. But even then you can still get her pregnant. Now this is ANOTHER person added to my Christmas list.”

“I have to take the test first.”

“WHAT!? YOU CALLED ME OVER HERE WITHOUT TAKING IT ALREADY!?”

“WE WANTED YOU TO BE THE FIRST TO KNOW!” Jack exclaimed as Urban simply threw his head back and closed his eyes.

“It's been your job since we were sixteen so don't switch up on us now.”

“Hurry up and pee on the stick so I can go back to sleep.”

“It looks like you have already started.”

“I’M JUST RESTING MY EYES!”

“That's what Jack always says and he is definitely always asleep.”

“HEY!”

Once you took the test and waited for it to result, you walked back into the bedroom to see Urban knocked out and Jack scrolling through his phone.

“Not him falling asleep when he would usually pull all nighters.” You said as you glanced at him.

“I heard that.” Urban muttered as he peeked one eye open and Jack laughed.

“Get your best friend.”

“No! Don't start! You two are really going to be Jack and Y/N plus eight!”

“Well we would only have one more to go after this one if that's the case.”

“Not with your multiple babies having ass. And didn't you say number FIVE was the last one!? And then BOOM! TWINS! SO FIVE TURNED TO SIX!” Urban asked as he looked at you.

“It's Jack’s fault.”

“WHAT!? Not you blaming me.”

“You have other holes! Use your butt!” Urban exclaimed and you and Jack doubled over in laughter.

“Oh trust me, I use all of them.” Jack whispered and Urban instantly rolled his eyes.

“Obviously you don't use them enough.”

The next time Urban opened his eyes, it was light outside and noticed that a blanket had been thrown over him. He got up and stretched and soon saw you walk into the bedroom.

“I can’t believe you fell asleep!”

“You can't believe I fell asleep at the time that I was supposed to be asleep!? Make it make sense! And are you pregnant or not!?”

“She's not, but I'm going to try again.” Jack said from behind you and you instantly rolled your eyes.

“The look on her face says otherwise.”

“I'm getting my tubes tied.”

“Knowing Jack’s ass, he’ll find a way to untie them.”

[maccreadysbaby]

Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: fear???

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

the whole time i was writing this chapter i had the “three little birds sat on my window” song stuck in my head so i named the chapter that lmao

part thirty-four

❝ THREE LITTLE BIRDS ❞

FRIDAY — AUGUST 3 — 11:43PM

BENTLEY’S BARE FEET SKIDDED ON THE WHITE FLOOR AS HE RAN FULL-SPEED INTO A LEFT TURN, NEARLY FALLING RIGHT OVER DUE TO THE BLIND PANIC HE’D FOUND HIMSELF IN.

He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t hear. The only instinct he could grab ahold of in that moment was run, so he was running; through the white hallways that reminded him so much of Dr. Keene’s lab, the back of his eyes burning spectacularly, because…

Her.

She…

He narrowly missed banging into the wall on his next full-speed right turn. Where was he going? He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything other than the fact that he needed to run.

“Don’t be afraid, Babybird,” She cooed from nowhere, directly into his ears, his skull. “You were bound to find me again one day. Don’t act so shocked.”

Bentley pushed himself as fast as he could go, the burning behind his eyes quickly turning to full-fledged tears that started streaming down his face and strangled sobs that ripped their way up his throat. He had to get out of there. He had to get out. He had to-

“Careful where you’re going,”

Bentley skidded into another left turn as fast as his legs could move, blindly.

And as soon as he turned, he slammed face-first into something else — something that had been moving really fast, too. Something that made a muffled sound when they hit, and made a thump on the white floor just like Bentley did.

He forced himself up almost immediately, shoving himself off of the floor so urgently he careened into the wall from the force. Pain was blooming through his veins and muscles and bones but he ignored it. He had to run, he had to-

“Bentley?”

He managed to focus through his terror and tears on the person who he’d rammed into.

Rockie jerked himself off the floor, stumbling a few steps backwards. He wasn’t in a hospital gown like Bentley, but a solid white jumpsuit with nothing on it, the sleeves tucked down into his metal gloves. He was panting, and he also had tears streaming down the sides of his face, too.

“…Rockie?” He questioned. A loud wham erupted from the end of the hall, the direction Rockie had been coming from — so he lurched forward and grabbed Bentley’s arm and pulled him away from the sound, back the direction he’d just come.

“No, no, no, no, stop!” Bentley ordered, digging his heels into the floor and baring all of his weight against Rockie’s grip. “She’s this way, she was behind me, she was-“

Rockie turned to look at him, wiping his furiously watering eyes. “You can see her, too?”

Bentley didn’t say anything.

“My two favorite birds,” Her voice came, and Rockie looked around frantically, as though he heard her, as well. He pulled on Bentleys arm until he was haphazardly placed behind his back, protection that wouldn’t actually help against a psychopath like her. “Isn’t it kind of rude if we don’t invite my third favorite birdy, though?” 

Bentley and Rockie both whipped around instantly, hearts hammering in their ribcages when a bloodcurdling scream from a familiar voice ripped down the hall from somewhere they couldn’t see. “No!”

Rockie’s grip on Bentley’s arm was so tight it was painful, but Bentley couldn’t find it in himself to care. Between the terror and the crying, he couldn’t even think straight enough to focus on it.

“No! No, please!”

Bentley knew that voice. He knew it, and if he could get his mind to obeyhim for half a second, he might be able to tell who it was. But his mind didn’tobey — his heart was slamming around in his chest, booming in his ears, and it felt like his throat was full of cotton that was blocking his airway. He was having to put so much of his willpower into not having a panic attack that he physically couldn’t think about anything else.

Luckily, Rockie’s brain was working a little better than his, because he wiped his eyes with one hand and muttered: “It’s Bellamy.”

Bentley glanced down the hallway, and a new sort of terror and panic joined the terror and panic he’d already been experiencing — the inescapable dread that came along with the realization that she had him. Bellamy. And that he needed to get him the hell away from her.

Shit.

Without warning (or much thought) Bentley wrenched his arm out of Rockie’s grasp and started running toward the screaming.

“Bentley!” He heard Rockie call out, but it went mostly over his head.

Bentley took a few turns, listening dutifully for where the screams seemed to be coming from, and not much later, he heard Rockie’s footsteps coming from behind him. He turned one more time until he was sure he was on the hallway where the screaming was originating — it was lined with dozens of metal doors, all standing open, hall lights off but the dim lights in the rooms filtering into the empty corridor. 

Bentley inched down the hall, glancing into the doors one by one as he passed. Most of the rooms were solid white and empty, apart from the occasional set of chains attached to the floor or ceiling. He put a hand over his mouth to stifle his sobs into something quiet — not that that would help against a girl who fought him inside his own head.

He suddenly realized the sound of their footsteps had thinned to one pair, and that meant Rockie had stopped walking.

Bentley turned back, and luckily, the older boy hadn’t vanished. He was just standing at one of the doors, staring inside an empty room.

Bentley backtracked, walking up to the door he was looking at and peering inside. Bellamy wasn’t in there, but there was a set of chains attached to the floor, and a…

Rubik’s cube? Just sitting in the middle of the room? 

He glanced up at Rockie, who seemed fixated on the little thing for reasons Bentley wasn’t aware of, but he didn’t seem interested or even confused. He seemed like he could be, almost… sad? Or afraid? Something like recognition, nostalgia was swirling in his green irises, but not the good type; and Bentley wondered why.

“No! Please!”

Both Rockie and Bentley whipped around at the startling proximity of the screaming to them — like Bellamy was in one of the few rooms they were right next to.

Then, in one sudden moment that scared them all half to death, Bellamy shot out of the door right across the hallway (hadn’t Bentley just checked that one?) and screamed in terror when he saw them, skidding to an abrupt stop.

He was in the same jumpsuit as Rockie, his brown eyes red and streaming with endless tears. The moment his gaze flicked between them, and he comprehended who it actually was, he dissolved into a bout of quiet, entire-body wracking sobs, lurching forward and grabbing around Bentley’s torso for dear life.

“She-she’s gonna k-ill me,” He choked, crying so hard he started coughing. “She’s gonna- she’s gonna…”

“Why are you so scared? I haven’t even touched you yet,”

As much as Bentley hated it, he wiped his (still crying) eyes and forced Bellamy to let go of him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him blindly, quickly down the hall with Rockie hot on their heels. He didn’t know where they were going. Somewhere. Anywhere.

And then all the lights cut off.

The three of them skidded to a blind stop, and Bellamy stayed pressed up against Bentley’s left side, holding onto his hospital gown like he’d float away if he let go. The only sounds that were audible in the dark halls were the soft telltale sniffles that came with all three of them crying. 

Then there was a faint click-click-click sound from right next to them. Then a clack! (The click-click-click clack! of Davis taking off his metal gloves and dropping them on the floor echoed in Bentley’s mind for half a second. Now that he thought about it, Rockie’s gloves looked just like his.)

“What’re you going to do with that hand?” Her voice came, with a mocking tone, confirming Bentley’s suspicions that a glove had been removed. “I’m in your mind. Nothing you do to me is real.”

The arms that were around him tightened, and Bentley looked down into the pitch blackness at where he thought Bellamy’s head would be if he could see.

“But what I do to you, that is real. If I want it to be,”

Bentley turned his head in the darkness when a pained noise came from his right. “Rockie?”

No reply — just dead, dead silence that lasted far longer than he’d have liked. Then came a simple thump.

The lights flicked on, and Rockie was unconscious in the floor, nose and ears pouring blood.

“Rockie!” Bentley tried kneeling down to him, but he suddenly couldn’t move, like his legs and arms and muscles weren’t obeying him. 

Like he was on the roof and she’d slid a noose over his head and he was walking to the edge against his will-

The only thing Bentley had control over seemed to be the fact that he was crying. His arms and legs just moved without him, and he took a few steps backwards until his back thudded against the wall. “Bellamy, run.”

Bentley saw his bloodshot brown eyes for only a millisecond before everything went black again. It felt like he was pinned to the wall — his muscles didn’t respond, none of them except for his face. Maybe because him crying in terror brought her joy?

The lights flicked back on, and she was standing directly in front of him, her face only inches from his, her hands baring down on his shoulders just hard enough to cause a little pain. Her stitched smile looked fresh, but it always looked fresh, and her amber eyes were drilling into his skull with an absolutely manic look about them. Her platinum hair was hanging down, and every time she exhaled, she blew the blood-soaked strands into Bentley’s face.

He didn’t scream. He didn’t try to fight. He just sobbed.

“You’re no fun anymore, babybird. What do I have to do to get a rise out of you nowadays?”

Her amber eyes slid over to Bellamy, who was standing a mere dozen feet away, mortified, staring with tears streaming down his face at a rapid rate.

Bentley tried to move, but his body didn’t obey. “Don’t touch him.”

He saw Bellamy turn to run in his peripheral, so the Secret Keeper let go of one of Bentley’s shoulders and pointed at him. “Don’t move, Birdy.”

Bellamy went rigid, stopped in his tracks — which likely meant she had his body, too.

“Don’t touch him!” Bentley repeated, louder, though it didn’t sound tough when he was crying his eyes out. A maniacal, sinister giggle bubbled up out of the Secret Keeper’s chest. 

“I don’t have to,”

Bellamy was facing away from Bentley, but he started screaming. Not the scared sort of screaming from earlier, but a worse scream, rooted in pain that couldn’t be explained by words.

“Stop!” Bentley shouted, trying his best to move his body even though it just wouldn’t move. “Stop! Do it to me instead!”

“What’s the fun in that?” She laughed. She snapped her fingers and Bellamy fell like his strings had been cut, curling up tightly on the floor with screams and sobs of pure agony.

“Stop! Stop it, please! Why are you doing this?!” Bentley continued with a sob, glancing over at Rockie, who was still unconscious on the floor. “We didn’t do anything to you!”

“If I do recall, babybird, you tried to kill me,” She spat, venom on her tongue, amber eyes boring into his skull. “I think a little revenge is justified.”

“You were trying to hang me!” He cried, eyes flicking to Bellamy, who was still screaming. “Please. He’s just a kid. He didn’t do anything.”

She blinked once, twice, as though she was processing something. Something in her amber eyes shifted. “Say my name.”

Bentley tried to move, to wrench himself out of her grip, but he couldn’t make his body obey.

“Say my name!” She ordered, louder, almost desperately. Then she shouted: “Shut up!” But it wasn’t at him, it was almost… at herself?

“Say my name!” She repeated.  “Shut up!”

Why did she want him to…

To…

Bentley looked at her, choking on a few more quiet sobs. “Charlie?”

The Secret Keeper made a sound akin to an animalistic growl, flinching away from him and clawing at her own face like he’d sprayed acid in her eyes. 

He could move his fingers.

“Charlie,” He repeated, sniffling lightly. Bellamy’s screaming began to subside. 

“If you don’t stop talking, I’ll kill him right now!” She spat, pointing at Bellamy again, who screamed like someone had just stabbed him.

“Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie-“

The Secret Keeper covered her ears and roared like some kind of beast.

And then she stopped. 

And she looked at him.

Her eyes began to flicker — between amber and blue. 

“Wake up,” Her voice said. It was lighter, smoother, different. It wasn’t the Secret Keeper, it was Charlie. “Wake up!”

Bentley felt like he’d been shot in the head, like he was falling and spinning in circles at unimaginable speeds. Like he was hurdling through outer-space while it threatened to tear him apart.

A high-pitched ring squealed in his ears, so loud it hurt. White swam in his vision and morphed into a myriad of colors. And with a whoosh sound and a wave of vertigo that made him instantly nauseous, Rockie’s bathroom swam into focus.

Bentley was on the floor, his back braced against the sink cabinet and aching like he’d fallen. He had tears streaming down his face, and it was hard to breathe, like he had cotton in his throat-

Rockie jumped out of his asleep (unconscious?) state on the floor with a shout of terror, scrambling there until he was nothing more than a small ball shoved in the corner against the bathtub. Bentley might’ve said something to him, if he could get air to enter his body, which he couldn’t.

He forced himself to look over at Rockie. His nose and ears weren’t bleeding like they had been in… there. The nightmare, vision thing. (Bentley had been a hundred percent awake when he was pulled into that.. so he wasn’t sure what to call it.)

Rockie had his legs tucked up to his chest as close as they could go, gloved hands laced in his hair with his head down, sobs wracking his trembling frame. He looked eerily small.

Bentley thought again about reaching out, but he was crying so hard he couldn’t get his brain to listen. He just pulled his knees up, too, wrapping his arms around them only to find that his entire body was trembling violently.

“You were… in my…?” Rockie mumbled. Bentley guessed he was about to say nightmare. He wondered how long he’d been in there with the Secret Keeper alone before she pulled Bentley into it.

Bentley gave him a jerky nod.

And then someone across the dorm started screaming.

They finally managed to look at each other, their terrified, wide, crying eyes locking, brown and green.

Rockie pushed himself out of the floor on queue, but Bentley’s body didn’t obey as well as his — he thought about getting up, but he was teetering right on the edge of full-blown panic attack, and somehow he couldn’t bring himself to do anything.

“C’mon, buddy,” Rockie hiccuped lightly. “…I gotcha.”

Bentley didn’t fight when Rockie grabbed his arms and helped lift him off the bathroom floor. “It’s okay; we’re not in there anymore,” (Though it wasn’t as reassuring as it could’ve been, given Rockie was still crying, too — but he was managing to calm himself down much quicker than Bentley was.)

Bentley didn’t say anything, he just sort of stood there and let Rockie rub his arms because it felt like literally anything else would send him directly into an anxiety attack. (He had to physically fight the urge to lurch forward and hug him and have a breakdown, but that was okay.)

“I’m gonna go check on Bellamy. Do you want to come?”

Bentley nodded jerkily, and Rockie spent another second rubbing his arms before he turned and made his way out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom door.

Bentley followed along numbly. He had a throbbing headache forming at the front of his skull, and his head already kinda felt all fuzzy and staticky — like being on a foggy road and only being able to see a few yards in front of the car. He did not miss that feeling.

He blindly followed Rockie out into the living area, where strangely, no one was. Varian wasn’t in there anymore, and his bedroom door was open, indicating that Koa, too, was gone.

Rockie wasted no time going straight to Bellamy’s door and swinging it open. They went in, and it took a second for Bentley to focus enough on the room to realize something was… wrong.

Bellamy wasn’t in there.

Bentley managed to grab ahold of at least a little clarity as he glanced around the room. The bed was empty, the bathroom was open with no humans inside, the desk chair was pushed in with no one in sight, and Bentley felt that panic attack threat come roaring back twice as hard as it had earlier.

“Where did he go?” Rockie questioned softly, glancing around the vacant bedroom.

Bentley suddenly couldn’t breathe very good again. He started to hear things like the water in the pipes, and Rockie’s heartbeat, and his own blood moving in his veins, and-

Another heartbeat, twice as fast, pounding so loud it drowned out the rest of the noise, blood forcing itself through veins with a panicked violence. And then the feeling of something else closely associated with it came, moving faster and more freely— tears. 

Bentley let his eyes drift around the bedroom, to the bathroom shower curtain, under the bed, the top bunk, the wardrobe-

It was coming from the wardrobe.

He could breathe easy again.

Bentley, for a moment, just looked at the piece of furniture. It was the exact same one that he and Asten had in their room, a deep wood with a pair of big doors.

“What do you hear?” Rockie questioned, and Bentley glanced over at him, blinking.

“He’s in the wardrobe,” Bentley replied, moving toward the big wooden mass. “I can feel his blood.”

Rockie didn’t say anything. Bentley lifted his hands to the small round handles on the wardrobe, but stopped short and knocked on the front of the door instead. “Bellamy? It’s Bentley.”

There was a moment where nothing happened. 

And then the left wardrobe door creaked open the tiniest bit, and Bentley saw one of Bellamy’s brown eyes peek out to look at him. (Hopefully he didn’t look too��terrible, but he was still crying real good, so the odds of that were pretty low.)

Bellamy just looked at him for a solid ten seconds, before the door swung open and he came stumbling out, immediately synching his arms around Bentley’s torso for dear life.

“It’s okay,” Bentley muttered, but it probably didn’t sound too reassuring, given the crying he’d been trying to stifle was coming back harder now that Bellamy was sobbing into his shirt. “I saw her, too. But she’s not really here.”

Yet.

Bellamy didn’t say anything, he just held onto Bentley’s shirt like he was on the verge of death.

Charlie Reins was alive.

The Secret Keeper was alive. 

Which meant something even scarier than her looming presence in Bentleys mind. It either meant that she had immortality, or that…

Or that…

Bruce had lied to him.

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@fleur-alise @sarcopterygiian @gayboss-too-close-to-the-sun

@xiaonothere

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[gracieheartspedro]

I Will Leave Your Words

description: what does grief look like? truly? how would it feel to watch the man you love get completely taken from you, just completely out of the blue?

word count: 1.1k

warnings: ANGST. that’s it. mentions of death, blood, and murder. talking in detail about grief. this is literally a drabble as to what joel’s lover would feel like if she had been there after he was murdered. that’s it.

authors note: hi lovers. I posted about this already but I watched this tik tok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8224mye/

and I instantly felt the need to write what I would feel if I was joel’s lover and witnessing his death. I enjoy writing angst for some reason. I think this is some of my best writing. please let me know if you want more stuff like this. thanks!

and because you two asked for it. dedicated to @jenispunk and @ilovepedro <3

You don’t remember what you saw that afternoon, you only remember the taste of the air. Metallic.

You were cornered, your body weak and full of grief. You couldn’t find the words. You leave once they wrap up the body and begin planning how to take it home.

The body.

That same body that was wrapped around you in the early morning hours. It was just a body now.

You knew your presence was needed, but you didn’t have answers for anyone. You didn’t have any input on what should happen next. What happened fucking happened before you had a say in the matter. When Jesse is asking who you’re riding back with, you just tell him you’ll walk.

“It’s a 5 mile hike,” He mutters, trying to reason with you. But there was no reasoning. You had just lost your other half and you were trying to figure out how that was even possible.

Sure, you had lost everyone in your life, but he wasn’t supposed to die. He was supposed to outlive everyone, his luck never running out. But on some random winter day, the tragedy of him came to a close. And you didn’t understand how that could happen. How could he just be gone?

You needed to be alone. You didn’t want to watch them haul his limp body back to Jackson. You didn’t want to face Tommy or Ellie. You didn’t want to face the truth.

As soon as you start your way down to the entrance of the lodge, you hear Dina trying to get Ellie to come with her. But she’s a lot like you. There’s no reasoning with someone who experienced what she experienced. They made her watch.

Your hands were already numb from the cold. You start treading up a steep hill, away from the ski lodge. You prayed you’d run into the crew who brutally took him from you. It’s rageful and complete rejection of the truth, this feeling you have in the pit of your stomach. You know it’s going to fester, blossoming all over your skin.

The crunch of the snow is repetitive. You’re walking in a steady rhythm.

You start to picture his face, it’s hazy and contorted in that grimace he used to make at you sometimes. He was perfect in your mind. His speckled and slowly wrinkling face. His gray hair, peppered through out the darker chocolate brown locks. His large and warm hands, that would cup your chin when you kissed him as he walked through the threshold of your home. His booming laugh you only heard once and awhile. He was all encompassing, his radiance filled your entire being with love and security.

It would be your 4 year anniversary next month.

And he was not going to be there for it.

You’d have to sit at his grave, planting yourself there like a tree. Maybe if you grew roots, you could be closer to him.

You hear movement behind you, spotting a lonely Tommy on horseback. He was beaten pretty bad, but it seems that now that he’s conscious, he’s able to ride by himself. He calls after you, but your ears are practically ringing. You freeze anyway, waiting for him to approach. He hops down from the large creature, reaching out to touch your wet and frozen body.

“We can’t have you dyin’ out here, darlin’,” He mutters, his voice cracking, “Listen, I kn-”

“Just… let’s go home.”

You two mount the horse, you wrapping your cold arms around his frigid middle. You place your head on his back, letting your tears trickle down your face. They practically turn to crystals when they reach your chin.

The ride is painfully long and quiet. You and Tommy don’t see anyone else on your trek, finally spotting Jackson’s gate in the distance. People are waiting, the doors wide open and letting in a crew of people.

When the horse halts in the middle of the crowd, you hop down. You stumble a bit, trying to remember what the ground feels like. Everyone was watching you, too wary to say anything or do anything. You knew you probably looked a mess, your cheeks frosted and red.

“Hey,” You hear her small voice behind you. It’s Ellie, she’s has this glazed over look. She can’t say anything else and you can’t return with any words either. Instead, you just grab her shaking hands and start to walk home. Past everyone’s glances and gasps. She squeezes your hand sporadically, expecting nothing but a returning squeeze.

You get to the front of the house, staring up the concrete stairs. You wanted to scream. What the hell were you supposed to do? How were you supposed to go in there and resume your life?

“Want to come to my place?”

You look at her, waiting for her to dissipate from your sight, too. Not that you wanted her to, you wanted to keep her around forever. But you were waiting for another rug to be pulled out from under you.

Her nose is still crusted with blood, her lip split open. She was completely wasting away right before your eyes.

“Yeah,” You finally say, your throat dry from not speaking for so long, “Need to clean you up.”

You two spend the rest of the night together. She was in shock, the full realization not hitting her until you crack again and start sobbing. You hold each other, rocking back and forth. Ellie was the only person who got it. She knew what you meant to him. She knew what he meant to you. And God, even between the differences they had going on between them, Ellie felt the loss in her bones. They ached with sorrow.

She finally falls asleep in your arms, but you can’t shut your eyes. You will just see his limp body, contorted and broken. The blood trickling all over the floor, it splattered across the walls.

He was fucking gone.

You’d never feel those arms wrap around you again. You’d never get to see that smile again. You’d never feel him between your hips, appreciating every piece you were willing to give to him. You’d never smell his woodsy scent, especially after he was twiddling wood all day. You’d never hear him strum his guitar on the front porch again, replaying the same tune you heard a million times over.

All of your senses would live in agony, never able to recover from losing him.

You would spend eternity missing him. His memories were now just a book on the shelf that was forbidden to be open. You wouldn’t get to pick his brain anymore. The only thing left of him earth side is you and everyone else’s memories. He would hold a spot on the mantle, in all the pictures you took.

And of course, in the imaginary file cabinet in your head. You’d organize every possible moment you could remember spending with him. How he made you feel. How you hoped you made him feel. It would be labeled, The Only Reason I Decided To Stick Around.

[meganwritesfanfics]

Clandestine Meeting (Joel Miller x Reader) Chapter 2

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Joel Miller x Reader

Joel's life has been filled with darkness and despair. For years it has felt as though his life had been drained of all color. He never dreamed that he would find anything to change that. That is until one day he finds a girl who becomes his rainbow.

Word Count: 1056

Rating M: For later chapter right now it's just a meet-cute.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Discussion of DV, nothing graphic, but talk about bruises.

These first two chapters are just going to be short little vignettes, I wanted to establish some groundwork with the characters before we start getting into the meat and potatoes of the story. Please show some love, would love to hear your thoughts. Thank you!!!

The next time Joel saw her was a few days later. And the minute his eyes saw her, his day instantly brightened. He couldn’t explain it, he didn’t under how one person could have such an effect on him. And yet there she was, a smile on her face as she walked down the street, her wagon of water behind her. 

The minute others began to catch sight of her, they began flocking to her cart, begging for water, and she greeted them all by name. She knew who everyone was, what their story was, how they had ended up in Boston. She took the time and effort to treat everyone like actual people, as if the world hadn’t ended, and life was normal. 

“She is an angel,” He had once heard and older woman call her and he couldn’t help but smile. Y/N was bringing humanity back in her own small ways, to a situation where it felt like ti had been lost forever. 

It was a nice moment until two F.E.D.R.A officers showed up causing the crowds to scatter and get back to their work. But Joel still stared at Y/N, watching indently as the officer grabbed her roughly by the arm. She quickly pushed back as she stood her ground against them. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could see from her expression and her body language that she had a fire in her. She wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself. 

That didn’t stop the F.E.D.R.A officers from kicking her cart over sending the water jugs spilling all over the hot cement. Joel had to physically stop himself from running over and pummeling the two officers, but having spent time in F.E.D.R.A lockup, it wasn’t something he wanted to experience again, no matter how much his blood boiled. 

As soon as he saw that the officers had moved out of sight, he rushed to Y/N’s side as she knelt on the ground picking up her bottles and cups. 

“Thanks Joel,” She sighed as she smiled at him. Joel was surprised that she remembered his name.  

For a brief moment, Joel saw her smile fade, and he saw the sadness that was behind her eyes, and it made his blood boil even more thinking that someone as lowly as a F.E.D.R.A. officer could hurt her. 

“Does this happen often?” He asked, surprised at himself for even speaking up. 

“Unfortunely. Some of these F.E.D.R.A. officers are absolute dicks.” She said and Joel could help but let out a laugh hearing her cuss.

“I’m suprised they would mess with you, seeing as your husband is an officer as well.” 

As he said this, he watched as she froze, instinctively she began to play with her ring. “Oh I’m sure Will sent them. He hates that I do this. Says it embarrasses him.” 

“Sounds like your husband is kind of a dick.” And this time it was her turn to laugh. 

After they had finished getting her cart back in order, Joel didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want to go back to work. When he was around Y/N things felt better, he felt better. 

“If anyone messes with you, you let me know ok. You come find me.” He said as he pointed to his apartment building. “I live there, third floor apartment 5, I think, numbers been missing for what looks like years.” 

Y/N chuckled slightly. “Ok Joel.” 

“Hey!” A loud voice boomed and Joel knew without looking it was the F.E.D.R.A. foreman. “Get back to work!” 

“You better go, I don’t want to get you into trouble,” Y/N said. 

Joel just nodded, as the thought of not seeing her for while again made him retreat back into himself. 

He turned to head back when suddenly she called after him again. 

“Wait,” She said as she scrambled through her bag before pulling something out palming it discreetly as she held her hand out to him. “Thank you for helping me.” 

Joel reached out, shaking her hand and secretly taking the object. 

“Anytime,” He responded as he quickly stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked away. He made sure he was out of view, before he pulled it out, shocked to find a small baggie of coffee, real coffee. 

It was almost a week before Joel saw Y/N again, but this time she wasn’t handing out anything. Instead she was walking, well behind dragged down the street by her husband, who had a rough grip on her arm. 

“Let me go!” She snapped, and Joel immediately began to take steps towards her. 

However the minute she caught Joel’s figure in her peripheral she turned to look at him, her eyes widening with fear as she watched him move closer. In an instant she stopped fighting, and instead wrapped her other arm around her husbands and quickend her step so she was walking with him instead of behind him. Her demineor immediately changed but her eyes still full of fear as they stayed locked with Joel’s. All she did was shake her head before she broke her gaze with Joel and looked ahead. With that Joel halted and watched them turn the corner and vanish from view. 

This wasn’t the first time Joel had suspected that Y/N’s husband maybe be hurting her. He had seen the bruises, or how she wore long sleeves even in the 90 degree heat. Or when she had shown up with a black eye, and would tell anyone who asked that she had fallen and hit her eye on the side of some furniture piece. But he didn’t know her well enough, hell he didn’t know her at all, how was he going to broach that subject. And yet, he still felt like he needed to protect her. He needed to find some way to get her help. And after that moment he saw her in the street, he told himself the next time he had the chance, he would talk to her about it. 

What he hadn’t anticipated was the next time he saw her, she would be on his doorstep covered in blood.

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[neon-junkie]

Captain Rex x f!Reader - Dirty Talking

A 600 word drabble where your partner, Rex, is out with you at 79′s, and can’t keep his hands (or his thoughts) to himself.

"You're looking lovely tonight," Rex compliments yet again, but you don't need a verbal comment to know just how much he's into you. As soon as you stepped foot into 79's, you could feel Rex's eyes on you, watching in awe as you made your way over. His hand instantly found your waist after kissing you hello, and he seems clingier than usual, ensuring that you're staying close.

Perhaps it's because he knows his brothers also have eyes for you, and they haven't held back on their flirty compliments, not that you mind. Like they say, Rex is a lucky man to have you.

And it seems that you're going to be in for some luck later tonight. "So beautiful," Rex coos as he plants a kiss on your neck, not being subtle about it. Jesse makes a comment, and Fives gives you a look from the other side of the booth, but the rest of the boys don't pay any attention. Their captain deserves to enjoy himself, although they'd prefer it if you two do things elsewhere!

"You're spoiling me, Rex," you say with a soft laugh, turning to face him.

"Am I?" he replies with a smile, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as his face lights up. "You're the one who is spoiling me, with all... this," he gestures to you, before placing his hand on your upper thigh. Calloused fingertips find their way beneath the hemline of your dress, and you send him a look, silently reminding him that there are others present.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to do anything here," Rex shakes his head, and somehow manages to pin his body even closer to yours. His lips hover against your ear, and Rex keeps his voice low and husk, "but when we get back to your apartment? That's when the real fun begins."

"Rex?!" you mutter, not seeing this side of him before - or at least, not outside the bedroom. Rex has a reputation to uphold, and Maker forbid that he ever lets it slip!

"Or Captain, whatever you like," Rex says with a grin. "That is, if you want me to be in charge. Unless if you'd like to be my General for tonight?"

You blush, and your hand begins fanning your heated cheeks, all whilst keeping your eyes off your lover in fear that you might break, but you can feel his gaze on you. He's grinning, and looking far more relaxed than you, knowing that he has the upper hand, both in this moment, and for the rest of the night.

"That expression tells me all that I need to know," Rex chuckles as you meet his gaze.

"And what would that be?" you question with a raised brow.

Rex manages to lean closer, and keeps his voice down, just audible above the booming music. "That you need some private training from your Captain. Isn't that right, my little Jedi?"

With that, your feet find the floor, and you scurry out of the booth. Several pairs of alerted eyes are on you, but they soften out as you grab Rex, yanking him up. "We need to leave," you mutter under your breath, and Rex lets out a soft laugh, his eyes flicking between your expression, and the grasp you have on his (formerly ironed) shirt.

Peering over Rex's shoulder, you send the remaining Troopers a wave. "We'll see you tomorrow!" you rush, and with that, you're heading for the exit, Rex in tow. There's a grin on his lips, a rising tent in his pants, and his mind is swarmed with visions of tonight - visions that you're sending him, soon to be fulfilled the second that you reach your apartment...

[pxppet]

My c!Jack, my c!Jack... What is there to say about him? He woke up one day with voices in his head that shouldn't be there. He worried over schizophrenia for a while, then OSDD, then he didn't know what to think. One of them towered over the others in a terrible way, with a snake like hiss of electricity on his voice. Jack tried suppressing that one as hard as he could fight, sobbing over the things it threatened to do to him. One smaller voice, somehow faint despite its booming tone, was fighting as well. It promised him protection, no matter what.

One day, he got severe pain in his chest while all alone in a cabin in the woods. He thought this was it. He was dying, and it's all culminated to this. But instead something bizarre happened. His chest panged and he fell to the floor. He stood up. There was another him still on the floor. It felt floaty, exhausting for a moment to even keep standing. Then, the other him moved.

He nicknamed the clone Jack 2 at first, but it quickly became Jackie. The clone insisted he would always protect him, and now that he's here and out of the darkness, no harm will ever befall his creator.

Jackie's help didn't feel safe enough. He needed someone - something else.

After a year, Sean moved to a better house. He told Jackie to keep the cabin, get a job in town, and become someone great and strong like he knew he could. Jackie did just that - he would always do what Jack asked of him.

The moment Jackie and he were apart, the menacing voice loomed over him again, with even worse poison to spit. Yet there was a sharper, clearer voice snapping back with just as much venom. It never said the words, but Jack knew it meant to protect him, no matter the cost.

He hit his head one day while falling in the bathroom. When he came to, there was another him hovering over him. Something was off though. It... smelled funny, like river water and incense smoke. It had glowing, yellow eyes with off pupils - slitted ones? And there were fangs poking just slightly over its lips.

He made pancakes for them. I mean, it's not the weirdest thing to do when you've seemingly birthed a clone from your head. The creation insisted it was not a man or woman of any kind, chuckling at him. He asked, "do you know what you are?" The thing paused. Marvin, it said simply. The magnificent marvel of Marvin.

Marvin only stayed with him a few months before they realised they could make plants grow instantly from just a seed. That was put to use almost instantly with houseplants, but Marvin wanted more plants, more things to learn and discover. Jack finally helped them forge a birth record to get an ID so they could work somewhere at the incessant pestering request of Marvin. Marvin only lived with him a few months more before the independent thing was in their own apartment and paying for lots of jewelry to coat themselves in. They started to grow out their hair about a year later.

The next one was due to his sickness. He felt worse every day, and no calls from his friends nor his creations could pick him up. He was gaunt, hollow-eyed, exhausted by even sitting up. All the while, the voice mocked him. The time is coming soon, it promised. One day, he entered a coughing fit so bad he thought he would die. He coughed hard into him arm, before stopping as another voice echoed the cough. Sarcastically. He looked up to find another clone, a voice that had never said anything to him. Hello, he offered. Guten tag, it chuckled back. It wanted to know where it was, first off, and second off, go get him a whiskey. No ice please and fucking thank you.

Jack drank whiskey with him all night, confiding in him all his fears and his sickness. The clone, tipsily, set a hand on his shoulder and made a promise. "I am Henrik, and I will do anything I can to fix this."

He wanted to be a doctor. He picked the ham out of his food. He likes painting. He can bite and snap just as hard as Marvin if you get him mad enough. These small facts collected over the months as Henrik also forged an ID and tried applying to medical schools. In Germany, he said. Your newfound YouTube money can help pay for it, no? What kind of creator would deny such an earnest and clever creation? He was shipped off within the year to become someone who helps. Someone who fixes.

Jack was alone, then. He had Jackie and Marvin to call upon, but they were... creations, not friends. He needed a friend.

So he made one.

This was his first try at doing it intentionally. What makes a good friend? Well, he'd be a goofball. Probably a real lad's lad with way too much pep. He'd dress pretty much the same so they look like a pair. They should look like a pair, yeah. And that way he always has someone to talk to. Someone who understands. Someone who is... just as miserable as him. Someone who is also sick and depressed. Someone who's also a sorry excuse for a human being.

He tried not to, but his self hate leaked into every single crevice of his new creation. He felt a pain in his temple, the whole time. Like he was able to instantly begin making someone on his own will. The energy and voice of his new best friend moves closer and closer to him as the days go on, calling out 'hello's and 'is anyone there's to the darkness of his skull.

"Jack?" it says one day. It echoes, reverberates in his skull. He grabs his head, stumbling. "Can you hear me?" Jack answers in the affirmative, and then his head, oh fuck his head, he is bleeding but then it is not him bleeding, and he steps back a foot from another himself, and the boy is bleeding from his eyes and nose and a hole in his temple.

The hospital is confused about the origins of Jack's 'twin' seeing as he has no records in any system. He's just into holistic medicine, Jackie lies. What is important is did he make it. And he did. Blood loss and stitches and some odd brain activity. Follow up in two weeks just in case.

The boy is soft, confused, seeming meek all wrapped up in bandages around his head. Jack cooks for him, helps him with everything, anything to make it up to him. Jack tells him a few ideas for names he had thought about a week later, playing video games together.

Luke? No. Tyler? Nah. Gunner? Eh. Chase?

The creation perks up, dying in the video game the moment he stops paying attention. He likes it, that name. It sounds like a best friend sidekick from an early 2000s movie. He doesn't know how he even knows that. He smiles, very softly. "Chase is good."

A month later it all falls apart.

There is a presence again, like someone might pop out soon, but there is only silence. Up until the very first voice comes back and begins haunting him once more.

The looming, threatening voice is so strong now, he can barely make himself get out of bed, just laying there and sobbing into Chase's arms. Chase is afraid. Jack is afraid. Jackie and Marvin are visiting every moment they can get off of work. Halloween is coming up, and he hasn't been uploading much. Everything he does record has technical errors like mad. He and Chase plan a silly stream for Halloween, to lighten his mood and have some fun. While Chase goes shopping for groceries, Jack carves a pumpkin for the millions of eyes of a camera.

Chase comes home to blood, and Jack on the floor. He dials 999 with sobs hitched in his throat, save him, he begs, save my best friend.

Henrik flies in, Jackie only needs one phone call to drop everything, and Marvin takes a week off of work. It's all useless. Fruitless. Jack does not wake up from the coma drowning in his own blood put him in. None of them want an open casket, with his shaved off hair and mangled neck. They all go back to Jack's apartment. Chase uses his card to buy pizza. Chase realizes on his third slice and with the calming help of three joints that he will have to break the news to his audience. Chase cries.

They all end up crying, in some way or another. Marvin and Jackie cling to each other. Henrik and Chase can't stop talking about how much he meant to them through tears. It's painful. It's ugly. And it's cathartic. They were set in stone as a found family that night, no exceptions.

Already miles away, an escapee flees on dress shoes with a knife in its hand. Born from a half-dead creator, ripped into the world with blood and terror - there is more than one soul in this body.

[jillianfahey]

Bad Batch - Afterlife? Wrecker

You weren't sure how you got here. You were walking down the street and felt the gunshot, remembered falling to your knees and things going dark. But then you woke up here, surrounded by corridors and people you did not know.

Looking around you heard someone threatening another with death if they continued talking about the dead son they had murdered. So you hurry away from those voices to find yourself in a giant room that looked like a honeycomb. The voices were coming up behind you so you quickly begin to climb down it and hid from people in the shadows of the darkened room.

Quickly darting though the ground floor you found another door that lead to more corridors. Then you realized that you were feeling a breeze and looked at your clothing for the first time. Or your lack of it.

That morning you had dressed in a long sleeved sweater, jeans, and boots due to it being cold out. Now you were wearing a sleeveless garment that fell to your mid thigh, and very little else. Looking around you found that the doors had names on them. Maybe this place had a room for you where you could find a more stable outfit while you figured out what was going on.

Hurrying forward you found that there were less and less female sounds coming from the rooms around you. It was starting to be only male sounds. And that was something you remembered too well from your days as a slave.

You wanted to go back but by now you were well and truly lost. Panicking you started to hear a voice, no multiple voices that sounded almost identical. CLONES!

Instantly you remember Wrecker, the loud friendly clone that you had met when you had worked with the Bad Batch. Looking around, you start to ask if anyone had seen him. Hurrying along the corridor trying to find the big guy you heard his booming voice, "Y/N?

Turning you cry, "Wrecker!" and run directly into his arms.

In a single movement he has you folded into a hug and lifted off the ground with one arm making sure to pin the garment you were wearing down so that you remained covered. He spoke quieter with how much you were shaking, "Lets get you somewhere safe." You happily buried your face into his shoulder as he carried you out of the nightmare.

Soon he stopped at a door and walked though it, keeping you in his arms as he closed and locked it behind him. Wrecker only set you down by the couch in the center of the living room, "Hold on a minute." Then he went into what you assumed was his room, bringing out a t-shirt and sweatpants that were obviously too small for him. Handing them to you he motioned for you to go into his room to change.

You quickly go to do just that and when you come out he is still standing where you left him, as if not sure what to do now. Smiling up at him, "Thanks, your the best."

He blushes while rubbing the back of his neck, "Its really nothing." Then motioning to the couch, "Want to tell me what happened?" So you filled him in on the whole story and noticed that he was nodding along.

After your story had ended he spoke, "Well, you won't get a room just like that," as he snapped his fingers. Then the nerves came back as you looked at him, "Well, at least that's what Tech says." Waving that away, "But not to worry, you can stay with us," extending his arms around the apartment, "the Bad Batch lives here."

Something about him just made you smile, "Thanks Wrecker." Then your stomach made the fact you hadn't eaten in a while known, "Do you have anything to eat."

With the familiar grin, "Oh yeah." Then he took you over to the kitchen and filled two bowls of soup. It was a nice, hearty meal. And the fact that Wrecker was with you gave you an extra warmth, like the hug he gave you when you came.

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*Authors note: I am sorry that this took so long, it was busy season at work and then I had no motivation. But I am going to try to write at least once a week no matter how little I feel like it. For you Wrecker lovers, I hope that I did him alright. I have to look more into the softhearted giant before making his Point of View. This was just something quick I made to try and get back on here. Please be kind.

[lyxvija]

Part II of III Oneshot for 🪐

Okay... I may have forgotten that this was actually really sad. Whoops. It MAY have gotten longer than expected, too... So yeah. Sorry bout that. There is no fluff.... :´)

I gotta warn you... or anyone who read part one:

Tags: cheating, possible break-up and ANGST

(I sometimes forget that my stories tend to be rather dark and filled with Angst. I swear I forgot it was angsty! SO read with caution. : D)

ALSO: If I would proofread that, I´d waste so much time I would rather use for the other Mammon fics in AO3, so you get what Google Docs checked for errors.

PS: OH F---- I saw I cut the One shot off at the "softest" part. (Maybe I drama-lama too much, but part one is tamer)

ANYWAY: Here it is! PART 2

"Yeah! Go home!! Like I need you here! You are nothing without me!! Don't even think you´d find anybody better than me!"

Mammon´s booming voice followed you all the way out. Back in your home you broke down as soon as you closed the door. Never had he screamed at you like this, talked like that to you, insult you like this! Why?!

The voices of your friends telling you Mammon was a toxic ignorant ticking time bomb now all flooded your mind. You were too hurt to even think about calling anybody. The last thing you needed was to hear “I told you so!”

For the rest of the day you curled into your blanket in bed, watched comfort movies and fell asleep with a bag of chips in your hand.

…………………………

The next day you felt miserable. Miserably was an understatement, you felt like trash. No, you did not feel better. Your confidence to face Mammon was zero. In fact, you didn't even want to see him. Maybe you could manage to avoid him for the whole day. The mere thought that he would go on like always, not even miss you, not even think about you made your heart ache.

How you wished that he would come and fetch you, say sorry to you, hug you tight and promise this was a one time thing… but deep down you knew this was just a stupid fantasy.

Work had gone by without any troubles. Mammon was nowhere to be seen, though you heard he will be in the office later. The twins made a remark, asking if there's trouble in paradise. You snapped at them and hushed away, instantly hating yourself for secretly following Mammon's order and to avoid them.

Somewhere around noon a coworker had given you a whole stack of papers, telling you to bring them up to Mammon´s office. You tried to protest, but they were already off. You cursed under your breath and dragged yourself up to his grand office, hoping he´d be away or too busy, so you can just put them somewhere in plain sight.

In front of the massive golden double doors you halted. After a deep breath you quietly knocked on the door. No answer.

You stepped inside and just before you could place the sheets on a nearby cupboard, you heard shuffling from somewhere around the room. You assumed the office was empty after you didn't see him in his chair, but apparently he was around the corner on his sofa, where he sometimes took a nap.

Not wanting to alert him of your presence, you tiptoed back to the exit, but then you heard another sound. Something akin to a groan. When you noticed more loud noises like shuffling, you noticed something was off.

Without thinking, you rounded the corner to investigate.

However what you saw was not what you had expected. Your eyes widened in disbelief. It was as if the air was knocked straight out of your lungs.

Instead of your boyfriend sleeping on the couch, you were faced with something else.

Right in front of you, layed Mammon half naked. Pants halfway down, brown locks between his thighs. His fingers dug into the scalp, as he moaned.

The world was spinning around you. You clasped your hands around your mouth.

Mammons eyes opened slightly, lost in pleasure, when suddenly-

“FACK!” He jolted upright. The shark between his legs letting go of his erected member to look behind.

Tears started to stream down your face, as your heart just shattered in a thousand pieces. Mammon didn't do anything but look at you in shock at getting caught red handed. WIthout wasting another second in this horrid scenario, you took off and dashed out of the office. Away from the two double doors, away from the offices below, away from the facility and away from him.You didn't even hold back. You simply couldn't. Bursting through the crowd, your coworkers and other employees, you screamed and cried.

When you reached home, your heart felt like it was on the verge of breaking. Sliding down the door you had trouble breathing. Everything spun. Your throat hurt as you wailed in pain. The buzzing of your phone made you jolt. When you saw who called you, you threw your phone against the wall. Then you crawled into the dark bathroom, hiding in a corner, hoping…wishing this was all a bad dream.

After what felt like hours, your mental breakdown had died down. On shaky legs you stepped back outside of the dark place granting you cover and comfort. Your phone´s screen lit up. You picked it up and saw five calls and twenty three new messages.

It was him. Some texts and audios. If you thought seeing him like this wasn't like a punch in the guts, the messages truly were. Each one another slap, punishing you for your naivety and ignorance.

“SO WHAT?? CAN´T HAVE SOME FUN ONLY BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T AROUND????????

BITCH YOU DON'T OWN ME

I CAN DO WHAT I WANT DO YOU REALLY THINK I NEED YOU?????

🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 👌 👌 👌 👌 👌”

The tears were back in an instant. Your legs failed to support you. In horror you listened to the audios. Mammon switched between screaming, cussing at you and laughing. Repeatedly mentioning how he didnt need you and who you think you were for owning him. His laughter was hysterical and cut so deep you didn't know was possible.

Every moment, every passionate night, every tender and living embrace.

It was all a lie. What were you thinking?? What? That YOU really were something special for him? How foolish and naive can someone be?? To think he would really have fallen for you. You refused to play his game so he kicked you out of it. The time he needed to find a substitute for you was another kick in the teeth.

You couldn't breathe and you couldn't think. You threw up and tried to regain your breath.

Dialing a friend's number, you broke down again when you told them everything. In an instant he drove to your place and held you in his arms as you cried and sobbed into their chest. When he said this wasn't your fault, you knew it was a lie. How did you not see the warning signs? Where did you miss them?? You had really thought that this: A relationship with the Sin of Greed, Mammon for fucks sake, could work out?

Needless to say, you didnt attend work after that. You just couldn't. Mammon made sure to send you some dismissive and hurtful texts the day after, then suddenly he stopped. Nobody called you nor stopped by. You knew if he really wanted he could have simply teleported to your place, but now you knew he never would. If you had been worth it, he would have teleported to you after the big fight… but he didn't. How come after the harsh drop into reality, you still hoped he would come back… that he would call? You knew it was idiotic, but you couldn't help thinking about a scenario where things have been different for the two of you…but maybe there never was an us to begin with. Wishful thinking.

Without a job and weeks of fighting with yourself to get out of bed, your friend decided that it was best to have you live with him. One day, he was just there, snatched you, and dragged you to his apartment. You didn't even complain. Your situation felt way less worse after you moved in. One day, when you whined about that, he didn't even message you again. Since he probably has forgotten you already, your friend said they had blocked his number on your phone and in socials. To your surprise, you didn't even bother. It was true… it was the best for you…after all, if he really would have cared for you, he would have shown up, and after all the horrible things he sent, you had your answer….

[randomfanner]

Good Ol' Acorn

“Is that- Ha! It is! Good Ol’ Acorn!” the snotty voice broke through the air of the busy sounds of the city. As soon as Anya heard it, her hair instantly stood on edge. Her head turned around trying to see if she could find him before he made his way to her. 

Fate was not on her side as a large arm wrapped around her shoulder, dragging her into a headlock. Rough knuckle found her skull, digging into the top of her cranium.  Anya’s teeth clenched and her eyes went into a squint.  Gods, she just wanted to get to the Bonecloaks and pick up some extra healing potions. It was supposed to be a quick stop and then right back to Elfsong to regroup.

“Ah…. good to see you again, Mr. Elthor, sir,” Anya forced a smile upon her face. Anya grabbed the arm around her neck and tried to pull it off. “Could you please let me go?” Anya’s pleading blue eyes tried to look to the other members of his adventuring party for help, but they all just stayed silent.  The rogue, Kiel and the mage Poppy both averted their eyes to the scene out of guilt. The cleric, Yertie, did not. There was a small smirk on his face. “And my name is Anya.”

“I was wondering where ya were, we got a job comin’ up and I would love to have Good Ol’ Acorn back at camp,” Anya could smell his putrid breath from here.

“I am actually rather busy, and do not plan to go back to my job as a porter any time soon,” Anya finally wrestled his arm off of her, pushing away from him with a small look. “It was a pleasure to see you but I am afraid I have to go now.” She could see her destination, the apothecary. All she needed was an extra few healing potions and then she would go back to meet up with the others. 

“When did you get so cold?” Elthor sneered.  “Ya run into an old friend and business associate and you don’t even hear what kinda job it is, I bet it is more important than whatever ya ot. Acorn.” 

“I assure you, whatever quest you have is nothing compared to what I have to deal with and I do not need to deal with you on top of it,” the words left her mouth before she could even process them, however she meant each one.  “Now good day,” Anya said as she tried to walk away. 

A hand grabbed her wrist. Elthor’s brown eyes glared daggers into her back. “Ya got some nerve now, don’tcha Acorn?” there was a snarl in his voice as he yanked her towards her. He grabbed the collar of her shirt. “I heard that you’ve gotten into some adventures- seems like that has made ya forget your place?” he pulled his fist back. 

“Unhand her.”

All eyes flicked towards the booming voice of the towering wood elf. Halsin’s arms were crossed over his chest and his amber eyes were threatening to become alight with true primal fury. 

Anya had seen Halsin angry before, when he yelled at Kagha for all her actions and his feelings towards this hopeless city. But this was different. 

“Ohhh look at you! All big and scary,” Elthor said as he laughed. However the hand on Anya’s collar did drop her as all of the human’s attention was on Halsin. 

“Explain yourself.”

Elthor looked at him before he burst into laughter. “It ain’t nothing for ya to worry about,” without a care in the world, Elthor plopped a hand down on Anya’s shoulder  “This is all just some play fighting among old friends, you one of Acorn’s new friends?”

Halsin grabbed Elthor’s forearm in a vice grip and yanked it off of Anya’s shoulder. His other arm was quick with Anya, grabbing one of her shoulders and pulling her into his embrace. “You do not deserve to call Anya a friend, that much is clear to me. You would be wise to get out of my sight before I do something I won’t regret.” 

Elthor’s carefree expression changed to utter fear. He cleared his throat and yanked his arm away from Halsin. “Let’s go. Now.” he was the quickest to scurry away. Yertie was the only one who didn’t immediately follow, standing there for a moment in surprise to look at Anya and Halsin, before he followed with the others. 

“Halsin…. Thank you,” Anya said as she averted her eyes away from his face. She pushed her body a bit closer to him. 

As soon as the group was out of sight Halsin looked down at Anya and moved to look her over. “Who were they, my heart? Did they hurt you?”

“I am fine, they were… frequent clients,” Anya said. Elthor and his group were one of the first adventuring parties to have her as their porter at camp. “Elthor has never been…. The most agreeable man.” 

“Hmmm I believe that may be an understatement,” Halsin said before letting out a sigh. “I am glad you are alright… I hope I did not come off as too protective. I know you are capable of handling yourself,” Halsin said as he began to move away from her.

Anya grabbed onto one of Halsin’s hands. “No, I am glad you came when you did. I… never have been the best at standing up for myself,” she said as he moved her other hand to be holding the same hand. “Thank you.”

Halsin’s lips curled into a fond smile as he bent down, giving the top of her head a kiss.  “I will be there for you whenever you need me, my heart,” he took one of her hands into his. “Now, I believe you had an errand to run at the Apothecary, correct?”

“You are,” Anya smiled as she pointed her finger towards the destination. “Onwards, then!” she declared as she began to walk forward, tightening her grip just a little on Halsin’s hand. 

[harlowtales]

Y/N goes on an interview at PHOCUS. She has no idea Jack Harlow will be interviewing her to be his assistant in the office.

You just got to Louisville and job hunting wasn’t going well. You had a lot of skills in office work and social media, but were not having any luck. You applied to some company with a weird name you weren’t sure how to pronounce called Phocus. It was for an energy drink company. You had landed an interview and it wasn’t really what you wanted but you needed something soon.

The first interview was by Zoom with one of the owners to weed out candidates. You were super nervous. Waiting for them to come on screen you kept having to stop yourself from tapping your leg. Your nerves were sky high.

“Miss y/n?”You heard a voice say. You sat up straight in your chair and turned your camera on. The person on the other end was visibly taken aback when they saw you. You instantly thought you weren’t going to make the cut. Something was not right with his reaction.

It didn’t register at first who it was on the other end of the screen as you were that nervous until it clicked. “Holy shit. Jack Harlow?” You liked his music but weren’t obsessed or anything. You had to be under a rock to not know who he was. Suddenly confusion was added to your anxiety.

“Why da fuck they send me a candidate I would be attracted too?” Jack thought slightly irritated. He didn’t know how much his body language said as you turned your camera on. You had taken it for a bad reaction when really he was struck by your looks. A fantasy of his for a long time, you looked like a secretary with your hair in a sensible bun, glasses, minimal makeup, and a white button up shirt. You thought you looked professional and smart. Jack thought you looked hot. Possibly too hot to work with. This position was for business. The person would be his right hand at Phocus offices and he didn’t want these types of distractions.

“Miss y/n, tell me where you’re from? Your resume says Wisconsin?” He asked in his most serious tone.

“Yes I just moved here a few months ago. I heard Louisville was growing and lots of jobs out here so I came to see what I could find.”

“Adventurous or irresponsible?” Jack decided he was going to be hard on you so you wouldn’t make the cut but he had to interview you.

“Excuse me?” You said unsure he had been so…direct/rude.

“I said, are you adventurous or irresponsible?” Jack restated so there was no misunderstanding. He leaned back in his chair waiting for you to stutter or unravel.

“Oh well, I would rather think of myself as adventurous, but neither an adventurous spirit nor an irresponsible inkling was a factor. It was a well thought out and planned decision. I have watched the job market in my top 3 cities to relocate too and it’s clear Kentucky has a booming economy with a 4.3% increase in its gross domestic state production over the last few fiscal periods.” You found this to be the best answer and were too nervous to be offended by what Jack was trying to do.

Jack was stunned. Not only did you not play into his hands, but you answered the question way beyond what he thought anyone would. “Fuck! She’s smart as fuck.” He thought in frustration “I’ll have to turn up the heat because she’s actually turning me on now.”

He tapped his pen looking at your resume thoughtfully. He couldn’t come across as too much of a jerk for fear of getting complaints on how he treated applicants. The media would love that story. “Very smart to keep your eye on the markets. We are booming in Louisville.” He answered a bit more cheerfully.

You smiled a little shyly and fixed a lock of hair back behind your ear. A small gesture that Jack unfortunately noticed making him more frustrated. After a few more questions he knew you were over qualified and had to pass you on to the next round of in-person interviews, but he did so reluctantly. Hopefully other candidates he had to see that day would be far less attractive and would have your same credentials. Until he noticed something very uncanny.

“It says here you did volunteer work in Rio? Teaching English to underprivileged kids in the villages? Is this true?” He couldn’t hide his disbelief and now he was actually a bit upset you were damn near his perfect match on paper.

“Yes sir. It was a wonderful opportunity for me to give back to the world. I think here in the United States we are so fortunate and we should do all we can to share our blessings.” You answered matter of factly not knowing what you just did to Jack. Internally he was screaming.

“Well I have to say you have moved on to our next round of in-person interviews with the team.” Jack said in not the nicest tone. You were a little thrown off the whole time. You weren’t sure he was totally satisfied, but were happy you passed the initial screening with such an influential part of the company.

“Thank you so much Mr. Harlow. I really appreciate the opportunity to come back and I really liked your last album by the way. I really felt a lot of what you were saying, especially the Rio thing which of course resonated with me. I’m not flattering because of this today. I really mean that, you are inspiring. I hope that isn’t unprofessional of me to say.”

This totally disarmed Jack. He felt very strongly about his last project. “Thank you.” He blushed “See you next week. Please be on time.” He said abruptly.

“I certainly will be on time thank you so much sir.” You said respectfully making Jack’s situation worse. One thing he loved was someone with manners.

As the week went on Phil noticed Jack was somewhere else. “Dude, you’re not even with me right now.” He said getting mad Jack was not responding when he was just making conversation as they hung out on Phil’s porch on a sweltering day after a game of pickup at a local court.

“Sorry…you’re right. I’m not here.” Jack apologized

“Well what’s up?” Phil asked concerned

“Just fucking weird…” Jack said trailing off

“EARTH TO JACKMAN!!!” Phil shouted cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his frustration with his friend.

“Sorry. I met this woman…” Jack started

“You meet hella hotties all the time.” Phil interrupted

“No, I interviewed her last week for Phocus.” Jack said

“So.” Phil said unaware of what the issue was

“So, she’s volunteered…in Rio.” Jack said wistfully “Like how fucked up is that?”

Phil was getting it now. “Oh shit.” He said flatly “And I guess she’s hot…and probably the best candidate but if you hire her you’ll always be tempted?”

“Bingo.” Jack said with a sigh

“Well, better for you to have a good assistant bro. You’ll forget all about her once your back on the road. Soon you’ll get used to her being around. Remember that little crush you had on Neelam at first?” Phil offered

“Yeah.” Jack laughed. He thought Neelam was so grownup and better than local girls but soon he got used to working with her and had no desire to be with her in that way. “Thanks bro, you’re right. I’m trippin.”

PART 2

“Miss y/n they’re ready for you.” A lady came out and directed you into the interview room. A panel was waiting for you that included Jack, the other owner, and a manager. You went in and smoothed out your snug fitting skirt as you sat down in front of them. You had on a nice floral silk blouse tucked into your skirt and heels, showing your curves as you couldn’t help it. Your usual bun would not cooperate that morning so your hair was down but sleekly smoothed out. Jack had to hide his reaction upon seeing you in person. He cleared his throat and fidgeted in his chair.

“Hello again Miss y/n.” Jack said cooly but politely

“Hello Mr. Harlow.” You answered plainly “Hello to you gentlemen as well.” You said graciously and smiled when addressing them. Jack got a bit of a cold shoulder as you felt he was intentionally harsh with you last time and couldn’t figure out why.

The other panelists didn’t pick up on the exchange of energy but Jack did. His eyebrow going up and feeling a bit heated. Maybe this was for the best as he knew you would probably be hired. After the interview you were asked to step outside.

“Miss y/n you can go back in.” The lady said leading you back into the room.

“Miss y/n we have deliberated and would like to offer you the position.” The manager said

“Oh! That’s great news!” You said happy to finally find something

“I have high expectations.” Jack added

“Of course sir.” You obliged

PART 3

“Ok y/n first thing’s first drop the Mr. Harlow. I’m Jack.” Jack said as he showed you around the offices

“Yes Jack.” You said dutifully

“And relax I don’t bite.” He said with a side grin and you smiled back letting out some air that was tight in your chest.

After your orientation he said “I’m not around much, so we’ll mostly work together by Zoom or the phone.”

“Understood.” You said sternly. It was getting late and your stomach made an embarrassing growl. You had been with Jack all day and were hungry and tired.

“Want to grab a bite?” Jack said laughing

“I’m so embarrassed” You said sweetly

Jack had to immediately dismiss his feelings creeping up. “C’mon it’s on me. Let’s get to know each other.” He said.

You stopped at Indy’s, one of Jack’s favourite local spots. He ordered only one meal. “You’re not eating?” You asked

“I don’t eat fast food.” Jack said a little sadly

“I don’t want to eat alone, so no worries just drop me to the bus if you don’t mind.”

“I already ordered and I want us to chat a bit.” Jack insisted

“But you’ll just be looking at me eat.” You protested

“Ok I’ll turn my back then” he said laughing in that charming way he had. “I’m used to it.” He assured you

Your food came and he delighted watching you enjoy it and getting to know you. He asked you all about Rio and how you liked Louisville and your background. You we’re starting to see why women loved him so much. He looked right at you and had the nicest warm gaze and smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, after that, I’m off again.” He said cheerfully as he dropped you home. “And I’m going to get you a company car. You’ll be running lots of errands.” He watched your ass subtly as you walked up to your door. You felt a little attraction but reflexively shoved it down deep and dismissed it. He was Jack Harlow after all, every other woman thought he was hot and you weren’t blind. Besides this was your new boss and you were seeing someone.

The next morning Jack looked irritated as you got into the office. There was a massive bouquet of roses on your desk. “Congratulations my girl.” Said the card. You smiled as you took in the aroma of one flower.

“We have a lot to do today.” He said roughly

“Yes sir…I mean Jack” you said instantly snapping out of appreciating your roses.

“Make sure you stay focused and tell your boyfriend to have things delivered to your home.” He warned

“Absolutely, I will.” You agreed

Your answer confirmed you had a boyfriend and Jack’s competitive nature rose up wether he liked it or not.

“Good, let’s get started.” He commanded

After work Jack saw you get into a guy’s car that was waiting out front for you. Why wouldn’t you have a man in a short time being in Louisville, if he was struggling to be around you, he imagined just seeing you out what he would say to get your attention. He liked the perfume you wore, the way you walked, and how confident and intelligent you were. He had already had a deep conversation with you much to his dismay because this made it harder for him, but now he couldn’t let you go because the team had decided on you.

PART 4

Some months went by and Jack hadn’t been in the office in awhile. You had brief calls with him between interviews, appearances, and shows. Emails flew at you all day, and running around getting everything done that Jack needed as a partner in the business. He made a point to have a virtual coffee chat with you once a month on Zoom just to connect. These were great chats where you got to know each other better. You were happy dating your guy, but Jack definitely had opinions he started making known about your man. You didn’t catch on as you had zero expectations of Jack Harlow liking you. It wasn’t until the office holiday party that you were made to know what was going on.

Jack glared from a corner as you and your man walked into the party at his penthouse holding hands. He pretended not to see you when he greeted all the other guests. Phil noticed and approached his friend “Not cool Jack. Real petty.” Phil said

“I don’t give a fuck.” Jack retorted “Guy’s a fucking clown. Look at his pants.” He said motioning over to you

“Bro. You’ve worn pants like that” Phil stated and walked away pissing Jack off even more. He was subtle with the way he delivered his criticism unlike the rest of the guys.

Jack couldn’t avoid you any longer and came over, not to greet you, but to grill your man.

“Y/n you look beautiful” Jack said giving you a polite peck on the cheek that your man Richard side eyed.

“Thank you Jack. You’re place is gorgeous, and the view!” You exclaimed. Your boyfriend reluctantly came to the party with you. He kept trying to tell you Jack was feeling you but you insisted he was delusional.

Jack didn’t hide taking you all in. You were wearing a slinky red cocktail dress with a slit in the leg. Your hair was curled and off to one side with a sparkling hair pin. You were exuding Hollywood glamour with a red lip that Jack had a sudden vision of deeply kissing, and you smelled incredible. “Is that a new perfume?” He complimented as he leaned in a bit closer to get a whiff.

“Yes, I bought it for her. Right babe?” Your man Richard said caressing your back. Jack had visions of smacking his hand away. “So fussy this one, but I know what my woman wants.” Richard said looking directly at Jack.

“Did you know she wants to go hiking all over Europe this summer?” Jack said intentionally as you told him your boyfriend didn’t know yet because he wouldn’t like it. “I’m all for it. I think that’s great!” Jack said overly enthusiastic.

“Yeah…sounds wonderful. Whatever my baby wants” Richard said through gritted teeth knowing what Jack was doing.

“Y/n let me show you the jacuzzi and the studio” Jack said taking you by the arm “Don’t mind if I steal her for a second do you?” Jack asked Richard as he was already walking away with you.

“No problem, we have to leave soon anyway.” Richard said knowing he couldn’t look like a chump in front of you.

“We do?” You said confused as Jack led you away.

PART 5

Jack gave you a tour of his place. You were in awe of all the details that went into everything from the artwork to the marble flooring. “See? You’re so inspiring Jack. Look what you’ve accomplished.” You said as he showed you to his studio in the basement. You hadn’t noticed he locked the door.

“Y/n...” Jack said knowing he didn’t have much time to let you know what he was going through the last few months and maybe even showing you.

“Before you say anything Jack, why did you tell Richard what I told you in confidence?” You asked slightly irritated. You clued in there was some type of pissing contest happening between them, but you didn’t know it was about you.

“Richard doesn’t deserve you.” Said Jack cutting to the chase as he knew Richard was going to come looking for you, but he had the guys running interference.

“What? Of course he does. He’s successful in his own right and a good person. He went on a mission in Africa you know.” You defended

“Of course he fucking did.” Jack said rolling his eyes “My foundation does a lot to help my own backyard.” He said defending himself and his charity work.

“I’ve never taken that away from you Jack. What is all this competition with Richard about? Did you guys know each other before? Some back in the day beef?” You giggled.

Jack took a chance and pulled you close planting a kiss on you. “That’s what it’s about.” He said as your lips slowly parted.

“Jack I…oh my god.” Your head was swimming as he backed you into a piano and it made a noise. He hoisted you on top of it and caressed your thigh exposed by the slit of your dress as he leaned in to kiss you more. You grabbed a handful of chestnut curls as he kissed down your neck and in between your chest wanting to devour you whole. He had held in his feelings since the beginning.

He was interrupted by a text from Sunni. Richard slipped away from them to go to the bathroom as they had him cornered talking sports and giving him his 3rd drink in 20mins trying to get him hammered and send him home…alone. For the most part it was working.

“Fuck!” Jack blurted out

“Oh my god, I shouldn’t be doing this with you!” You said trying clumsily to get off the piano.

“Relax.” Jack said easily holding you back with one hand. “Your man is on the prowl for you. The studio is off limits so he’ll be going around in circles anyway.”

Just then Copelan sent him a video clip of a tipsy Richard. “Yeah I’m just with her because she got that Phocus connection. I’m looking to do business, but Jack has it in for me. I know he likes her and why not share yuh know?”

You heard it all and looked stunned. “I’m sorry.” Jack said “I didn’t know he was using you to get to me. Jack called Copelan “Fuck him up and kick him out.” He ordered.

Upstairs Copelan, Phil, Sunni, Urban, and Twiggy surrounded Richard once he came back unable to find you. “That bitch!” He said “she’s probably fucking him right now!”

“What’d you say?” Sunni said “I didn’t quite hear you”

“I said that little slut is probably somewhere fucking… ……….” Sunni knocked Richard out before he could finish. The boys dragged him outside and tossed him out into the hallway. “My keys! Give me my keys and my phone!” Richard yelled. Security escorted him out of the building and put him in a waiting Uber.

“Y/n, are you ok?” Jack said cradling your face in his hand.

“No. I’m not ok Jack.” You said as tears started to come.

“Baby I’m so sorry.” Jack said comforting you, but you were angry.

“I’m nobody’s baby!” You yelled, you men are something else. Everything is a game to you!” You shouted hitting Jack’s chest. He let you let off steam.

“I was never using you.” Jack said seriously holding you back from continuing to hit him. “I’m in love with you.”

You stopped struggling and went limp in his arms. “What?” You said softly

“Y/n, I have been fighting my feelings for months because I’m your boss and you have a man…well had.” Jack said “and I’m not the easiest person to be with given my occupation.”

“I would never guess you would even like me” you said looking at him in wonder.

“Well I do. I knew your man was a chump but not this much of a chump.” Jack said consoling you. “I suppose we’ll have to pick up where we left off another time?”

“I knew what I was doing when I knew I had a man. Now….I don’t have one, but I still have a boss.” You said giving Jack a slight smile.

“Well then your fucking fired” Jack said as he got on top of you on the couch and felt his way up your dress pushing your panties aside and gently playing with your clit.

You moaned and adjusted under him to give him easier access. “You’re not the only one that’s been hiding feelings.” You breathed as you fumbled for the bulge in his pants.

“Well I know how you feel now.” Jack said as he brought his fingers up from between your thighs and under your dress glistening with your “feelings” on his finger tips, but suddenly he stopped. “Listen y/n I would love to take advantage of how angry you are at Richard right now, but let’s do this right some other time ok?”

“Whatever you say Jack.” Thinking it for the best as well and flattered he thought enough of you to want to have your first time the right way. “Jack am I still fired?” You asked

“Yes.” He said smiling and kissing you

“Good.” You giggled 🤭