#Can't even see shit brewing right in front of her eyes but is going to be the politician (TM) of character of all time

[buttercuparry]

Ok.

[silverskyeline]

'number one fan'

series (part 1) - rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong? (1.1k words) pairing - logan howlett x wade wilson tags - first meeting, rockstar!logan x popstar!wade, enemies to lovers, swearing, logan feels drawn to wade, alcohol mention, kind of cute, wade is his number one fan, band au, wade still wears his deadpool mask, wade uses the name 'deadpool' as a stage name.

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logan had never heard of their support act, but by the name alone he wasn't particularly interested. what kind of a name is 'deadpool' anyway? they probably play some regurgitated heavily sampled pop trash, the same sort of crap they loop on the radio that makes his ears bleed. or maybe metal, but not the good kind.

'deadpool'. . . what a load of shit.

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it's not until logan finds himself backstage that he lands eyes on him, the front runner.

well, it's less that it was a casual encounter, more that wade makes his presence known in the only way he knows how.

"OH. MY. GOD." he squeals, balling his fists and shaking them as he squirms in front of the taller man, "it's you." he's adorned in merch, a shirt with logans face on it, badges on that same shirt, plus some stickers that were very obviously homemade. logan winces at the sight, but his eyes are more preoccupied with that mask he's wearing. red and black. what was he supposed to be, was this a sex thing?

there's silence, but only for a few moments, wade quickly fills it.

"can you sign my boobs?" he tilts his head, trying to meet logans gaze, pointing to his flat chest, "pretty please? i swear i won't sell it on ebay - or, well, i mean i guess there's probably people on ebay looking to buy human skin but-"

"don't do autographs," logan grumbles, thinning his eyes as he shakes his head. he pushes roughly past him, eyes glancing around for the rest of the band. why'd he always get dumped with the crazy fans?

"riiiight, gotta keep the fans at a distance, huh? smart, smaaart. . . i promise i'm not the kind of fangirl to hide in your basement. if i was i wouldn't have just told you that," he rambles on, following closely behind logan like a lost puppy, "the attic though? now that's-"

logan stops, wade walks directly into his toned back, stumbling backwards like a connecting bumper car.

taking a nice, deep, calming breath that does nothing to soothe the storm brewing within him, logan turns to face him once more.

"you know, you're taller than your wiki says. you should really do something about that," wade sighs, hands on his hips "unless you're the one that edited it. anyone can edit it, by the way - wikipedia, total garbage fire. i once had a back-and-forth fight with a mod while i tried to change the 50 states of america to just say: 'canada'. rest assured! i am banned for life."

a beat, and logans eye twitches. "do you ever shut the fuck up?" he asks with a look of sheer confusion on his face, he's not even sure what half of those words that spill from his mask-covered mouth even mean. and though he can't see through the material, he can tell the dumbass in front of him is smiling.

"no, not really," he shrugs nonchalantly, "it's one of my charms, that's what my wiki says. totally truthful. 100% accurate. 101% filled with grammatical errors."

logan groans and shakes his head in disbelief, he mutters something along the lines of 'this fuckin' guy' as he walks towards his dressing room. he had to be a joke, right? there's no way this guy was a serious musician, he could hardly hold a conversation never mind an instrument. who the fuck booked him?

"w-wait, where ya' goin?" wade calls out meekly, waving dramatically like a wife who's waving off her husband at war, "am i seriously not gonna get an autograph?"

slamming the door to his dressing room, logan disappears inside leaving wade to shrink in disappointment.

". . .aw man, wait 'till the mutuals find out i met the logan," he smirks, causing his mask to wrinkle as he searches desperately for his phone in one of his many pockets.

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logan pays no attention throughout the support act, in fact, he remains holed up in his dressing room nursing a bottle of whisky. it was a pre-show ritual of his, and he wasn't going to give it up now. not even when his mind lingered to the little masked creature who annoyed the fuck out of him despite only being in his presence for a few minutes.

what? why the fuck was he even thinkin' about him?

whatever, logan thought, couldn't let people like that get inside your head. you give them too much room and they take root there like a bad smell, and logan had enough anger issues as is. he did not need this guy to make it worse.

so when he takes to the stage, his mind is firmly clear. well, as clear as it can be. logan often finds his mind to be slightly murky, waves never calm or gentle, a storm he couldn't quite tame. but music alleviated the heaviness of his thoughts, grounded him, finding peace in the melody, in the rough texture of the strings, the harsh beat of the bass that hits you in the chest like a bullet.

his eyes open, settling upon the audience.

until one audience member lets out a particularly loud shriek.

one that sounds all too familiar.

logans eyes immeditely hone in on the same guy from earlier. he's cheering in the front row, louder than everyone else. his body is pressed against the barrier as he waves a crudely written cardboard sign in crayon that says 'marry me logie' with a large red heart at the side.

maybe it's something in his pure enthusiasm, or the balls he must have to not feel an ounce of embarrassment, or maybe the fact that he's almost sort of endearing in a pathetic kind of way. but logan finds himself. . . smiling? no, it's not a full smile. that's rare, reserved for real special occasions. but it's close.

he's always found himself drawn to strays, because they often remind him of himself - lost, looking for a home, looking for somewhere to belong. and in that moment, logan could see something reflected in that stupid fucking weird mask of his - a craving for connection.

fuck.

in that moment, logan knew that this idiot had already taken root in his mind and was trying to make a home there. he couldn't let this happen, he wouldn't let this happen. he was a stranger, a deranged one at that.

no, this was not happening.

logan steals a glance in his direction once more.

except it was.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.30

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

It is my honor to reveal what I think Riven should look like. I hate him in the Netflix series because he looks sickly or as if he is a junkie. I would also like to say that I have no idea who this gentleman is or why his trainer slaps him around so brutally, but honestly, if I were Riven's teacher, I would do the same.

As the hour with Palladium ends, he asks me to stay behind. Several girls, clearly on Stella's side, smirked as they seemed sure I would be reprimanded for my outburst. Nevertheless, I stay behind and wait until everyone leaves. Only then do I rise from my throne, raise my hand, and clench it into a fist. Suddenly the throne disappears, as the stones were formed by pure magic instead of the environment. I've never been able to do this before, but since the other cores were taken out of me, I feel so much energy pulsing through me that I just had to try it.

“I see you are learning quickly,” Professor Palladium commented on my performance, smiling.

I'm already exhausted, even though it's still early in the day. Right now, all I can do is roll my eyes. "Please just tell me what you want to talk to me about. I'm not in the best mood, and honestly, there's nothing I want more than to sleep right now."

The older man nods understandingly. He walks around his desk and leans against it, barely sitting on it since he is relatively tall. "You can't blame them forever-"

"I can," I interrupt him. "There has not been a single apology, and as I have already promised, I will treat them the same way they treated me until I receive that apology."

The man sighs heavily and wipes his face. "I'm unsure if you understand the possible repercussions, but many of these fairies are princesses and future queens."

"With all due respect, Professor. I understand that fact. The problem, however, is that none of them seem to understand that I, too, will soon be ruling. I'm just waiting until my old grandfather finally dies, and then everyone will see what they did wrong."

“What does that mean?” he asks skeptically.

"For example, I want to see how Solaria harvests its food without tools or how Eraklyon makes weapons without its ore." I grin at the old man, who, like the others, doesn't seem to know where I'm the crown prince from.

I walk away, feeling like our conversation is already over, and walk past Palladium, who is visibly speechless. To my surprise, I see someone standing outside the classroom. She looks up at me with her green, gentle eyes and a cautious smile on her lips. But she seems surprised at me, smiling back.

We walk to our next class in silence. Either she feels guilty for what happened or she must have smelled that I wanted to go somewhere else because this whole class environment makes me sick. I'm just not used to sitting around for so long doing nothing but trying to remember shit; I'll probably never get used to it again.

Although I feel uncomfortable in the classroom, Professor Palladium's classes are quite interesting; brewing potions can always be useful, especially to make my home world fertile again someday.

As soon as we enter the next classroom, I turn around. If she hadn't caught me by the arm, I would have been out of there in a flash.

"Excuse me, sir. I've heard of you." A small woman with prematurely gray hair and a red hat interrupts my storming thoughts. "My name is Professor DuFour, and I teach etiquette, usually to princesses and other noble ladies, as well as all female fairies, as their work often has a diplomatic undertone."

I close my eyes for a second to gather all my willpower, turn around again, gently take the girl's arm from mine, and step forward, directly in front of the professor. "May I ask your rank, professor?"

She seems nervous but still tells me she is a countess. I nod absentmindedly as I look at her sympathetically and noticeably relax. Instead of stiffening when greeting someone superior, I simply extend my hand. Without hesitation, she lays her hand on mine. I gently stroke the soft back of her hand, lift it, and press a kiss to it without breaking eye contact. "It is a great pleasure to introduce myself to you, Countess DuFour; my name is (Y/N), Prince (Y/N), if you wish."

Her pink eyes sparkle at my introduction, and I even see her cheeks begin to glow a similar color. Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out—clearly just a reaction. It's not the first time a woman has reacted to me like this. I've always been very popular with both genders.

As I slowly lower our hands and a moment later release hers, I look around. Every face I see is stunned. Maybe it's because I introduced myself impeccably like a true nobleman or because I mentioned my rank. Although I hope not many people heard it because that would only complicate matters.

The professor compliments me but tries desperately to downplay it with a noticeable cough. Although I'm not as smart as my younger brother Galan, I was still raised like a prince and was always better than everyone else at everything that didn't involve stupid books. Galan can't even talk to other people without stumbling over his words.

After a few minutes, she has collected herself again. "It's good that we have a handsome young man with impeccable manners. Please ladies introduce yourselves to him one by one, as if you met at a ball, just like we have been practicing for the last few weeks."

Her words don't immediately sink into my mind. But when it does, my head slightly snaps in the professor's direction. Although I smile widely, inwardly I'm burning with a fury I can't contain. Even though I promised to treat them like they treated me, it could affect my grade. So I take a deep breath and take a moment to collect my thoughts.

Once I've gathered my willpower, I let my smile fade slightly to make it seem more genuine. I straighten up, standing strong and proud. Extending my hand, some of the girls seem almost exuberant, while others are still wary of me.

A girl with dark blue hair steps forward first, bending down in front of me, feet crossed, body stretched straight forward, bowing to me, and lifting an imaginary dress with her hands. Her form is pretty good, I'd say. I hold my hand out to her, and she comes up from her bow. As I look into her eyes expectantly, she blushes slightly. "My name is Musa," she tells me breathlessly. "I am the future guardian fairy of the Kingdom of Melody."

She puts her hand in mine, and unlike with Countess DuFour, I lift her hand halfway up to me, and the rest of the way I bend down to kiss the back of her hand. My other hand is behind my back, my left hand slightly bent, the greatest bow I can make to a person of no rank. Yet, when we both look up, we end up pretty close.

"A girl with a beautiful voice like yours shouldn't be this nervous. Be more sleek." Her blush deepens, but as I look around cautiously, I know I have to hurry. "Please excuse me, Lady Musa, but unfortunately I still have to greet a few more ladies"- I discreetly make a hand half-moon movement only in her sight to emphasize my words- "but don't be discouraged; I will never forget our first eloquent meeting."

After giving her hand a light squeeze, I turn away from her and greet the next girl next to me.

Most of the other girls were not that remarkable, rather average or unwilling to greet me. All of them were around Stella, except Musa, who had already greeted me and the red-haired girl. But the moment the latter is about to come toward me, Stella pulls her back and quietly reprimands her. 

Almost immediately after Stella finishes her tirade, the red-haired girl looks at me apologetically, which I wave off with a smile.

The professor wasn't happy about the incident; perhaps she had not been there when I arrived at Alfea. At least her friendly behavior suggested that. She apologizes for the girls' behavior toward me, but it's not her fault.

After leaving DuFour's class, the rest of the day is mostly a blur. However, I'm starting to feel like I overreacted earlier, but I'm not going to apologize for it because they're just presumptuous little girls.

When class is finally over, I stumble back to my room and fall onto the bed to take a quick nap. Until suddenly someone shakes me. Dazed, I turn around only to see Riven's stupid face way too close.

“Dude!” he shouts, almost deafening me. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” I ask sleepily, wiping my eyes.

For a moment, it's completely silent. Riven looks almost like he's desperately wanting to vanish into the ground. His behavior confuses me, so I punch him in the side, which seems to work because he shakes his head and carefully steps back. Quickly, his pale cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” I inquire further, still not fully awake.

Riven clears his throat and turns away. "Afternoon classes are over, and the teachers asked where you were because they wanted you to show off some of your fighting techniques and asked me to find you." He shifted nervously in place, which made me wonder what was wrong with him. "A red-haired chick told me she saw you strolling back to our room, and then I found you sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to wake you, but then some hair fell in your face and-„

"And you were my knight in shining armor who got the offending hair out of my face, right?" I ask him cheekily, interrupting him mercilessly even though I'm still half asleep. After a moment, I slowly sit up, grinning one-sidedly at him.

"I-I mean..." His violent stutter is followed by silence. His cheeks turn even redder. It suddenly hits me.

My one-sided grin turns into a full smirk. I move quickly, grabbing Riven's tight uniform and tugging on it. He stumbles, forcing me to fall back into my pillows as well, his arms on either side of my head, his breath mingling with mine.

"I knew it!" I whisper. Riven could only raise her eyebrows in confusion, or perhaps fear. "You think I'm hot," I state. "Are you a little into guys, Riven?" With my other hand, I trace his sharp jawline, which looks great with his long, diamond-shaped head and perfectly styled hair. If he wasn't such a psychopath, I would have pulled him even closer to me.

Riven, however, makes no attempt to escape me. His eyes dilate, and he sensually runs his tongue over his lips.

I feel my body getting warmer, my stomach tightening, and my hands starting to sweat. Before I know it, all I can think about are his lips. However, when I realize what situation I have created, I quickly push him away, sit up, and soon find myself standing next to him.

"Sorry," I murmur meekly. "I didn't mean to force you to admit something you're uncomfortable with."

Riven stares at me with an indescribable expression. I can clearly see the deep conflict within him, as his indigo eyes reflect the storm that seems to consume his mind. He shifts nervously as if he's trying to make a decision. Somehow I'm afraid of this because when a psychopath like him has to make a decision, nothing good can come of it.

I try to sneak away and quickly get to the door. Even as I reach for the doorknob, Riven is still staring at me, torn, but seemingly far away in his own little world.

As I open the door, it suddenly squeaks something that should never have happened since it is made of magic. The squeak wakes Riven from his lethargy. With a few quick movements I barely notice, he is at my side and pushes me against the door, slamming it back shut.

My breath catches in my throat. His proximity and the strong scent of lavender make me dizzy. Combined with his long, rough hands tracing my body and his muscular chest pressing me against the door, I feel my resolve slowly crumbling.

"Riven," I barely press out. But it seems enough, as his vision clears, if only a tiny bit. He shakes his head in confusion and then looks around. It takes him a moment, but soon he pushes himself away from me, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

A weak apology rolls past his lips as he quickly walks to his side of the room and exits through his door. Both his neck and ears were as flush as his cheeks. He leaves me pressed against my bedroom door, reeling from the aftereffects of his impulsive jabbing and unwelcome closeness. But was it really unwelcome? My heart hasn't beat this fast since him. That could be a good sign, or it spells total disaster. After all, I know better than anyone that I'll probably never get over him. We were meant to be together, but I ruined it. Although the memories don't hurt as much as they once did, I still feel the longing for him.

Why can’t things be easier?

I feel as if I'm slowly drowning in my long-suppressed grief. My knees are weakening. I am afraid of falling victim to the darkness in my heart again. I take a deep breath, gather my last strength, stand up, lean against the door, push away from it, raise my hands, and slap myself, not once or twice, but six times. I do it until I feel a burning sensation in both cheeks.

Maybe one day I can open my heart to someone new. Whether Riven can be that person is questionable, but he can at least help me heal my broken heart. Sky would normally be more my type since he is so much bigger; his docile, almost submissive behavior makes it difficult to see him as anything more than a loyal dog.

[Masterlist]

[hedghost]

omg ur mlt request reminded me i was gonna do some 🙄

first of i’m gonna just need a comforting one when sarina gives her the call to let her know she didnt make the 23:(( like you just try to cheer her up w little things but all she wants is just your comfort

maya le tissier / deserving

you knew immediately from maya's expression that the phone call wasn't good news. your heart sank for her - you'd seen first hand all the hard work and effort that maya had put in over the last season, and even if you were biased, you knew there was no one more deserving.

neither of you had wanted to get your hopes up, with maya shutting you down every time you even suggested it, but you couldn't deny that after her recent performances you'd been almost certain she would make it. you felt a surge of indignation and frustration rise up inside you - she was good, damn it, she should be there - but you quickly schooled your features into a calm and collected expression. you knew maya didn't need you screaming her corner and pointing fingers right know, she just needed support.

maya ended the call with a polite thank you and goodbye, ever the professional, before she turned to you, phone hanging limply in her fingers. she shrugged, and gave a small smile that didn't reach her eyes

i'm on standby - didn't make it

you started towards her, wanting to offer comfort, but not wanting to make a big deal of it and upset her further.

shit, i'm sorry baby, are you- are you okay?

stupid question maybe, but maya just exhaled deeply and sat heavily on the sofa. she nodded, smiling wistfully up at you.

yeah, i'm okay

she shook herself a little, nodding slightly again as if to reassure herself.

it's alright, i was expecting it, i'm only young - there'll be more chances

your heart broke a little more despite maya's words. it sounded as though she was trying to convince herself more than anything. but this attitude, it was maya through and through. it's why you fell in love with her, why've you kept falling ever since. her resilience, her mentality, her stalwart determination to keep looking forward, to see the positives in everything. it's what made her such a good person, and what made her such a good player on the pitch. it's why she should have been in the squad for fuck's sake.

she looked up at you again, her voice quieter this time.

can't say it doesn't hurt a little though

but there it was. the quiet admission of how she really felt, only for your ears. you heard the meaning behind the words, the confession of pain, the desire to be comforted. you stepped into action.

i'm sorry baby, you deserved it, you really did

you perched on the coffee table in front of her, hands brushing over her knees before they found her own. you ran your fingers over hers as you spoke.

you're right though, next time, i'm sure of it

she nodded, opening her mouth to say something, but you cut her off, eager to comfort and distract her before she began berating herself or shutting down your comment.

i'll make you a cup of tea yeah?

a quintessentially, painfully british response, you knew, but it was your firm belief that a brew should be the first small step in any comfort routine. you borderline leapt up before she'd even responded, only pausing to press your lips to maya's hairline before you rushed to the kitchen. she could only swivel to stare after you over the back of the sofa as you did so, a little regretful at the loss of your presence.

you returned in record time, placing a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits down in front of maya. she smiled and uttered an honest thanks babe, before she reached a hand out to you. you took it immediately, squeezing her fingers and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. she smiled a little brighter at that, but before she could pull you down next to her, you let go, already in search of the next thing to make her feel better.

this time when you returned, it was with arms laden with blankets, and a pair of maya's pyjamas.

let's have a chill day, yeah? you get comfy and choose a film, okay?

maya smiled and nodded, her heart swelling at your unsubtle eagerness to make her feel better.

will you join me?

yeah, of course! i'm just gonna run to the shops and get you some snacks first though - i'll be super quick, i promise!

you were out the door before you had time to register how maya's face fell, how she reached after you as you turned, how she sank back into the sofa, alone. she patted the sofa for mocha to join her, who jumped into her lap readily. at least someone wanted to cuddle her.

true to your word you were quick, although not quick enough for maya, who looked up from stroking mocha at your return. you dumped your plentiful wares on the coffee table, slightly breathless, and maya laughed. you grinned back.

i couldn't decide on what you'd fancy so i just got everything you like, okay?

babe, thank you - but you didn't need to do that

well no, but i wanted to, anyway i-

maya cut you off, trying to end your tirade and get your full attention.

y/n, i just-

no wait! i got you these too, and then i thought we could get a takeaway for dinner? whatever you like

she only got as far as your name before you stopped her again, this time by pulling out a bouquet of flowers from behind your back. despite herself, maya smiled - you definitely did know how to spoil her.

oh y/n! thank you! but i just want-

you want what? i'll go and get it now, whatever it is

maya laughed, exasperated at your eagerness to run off and get whatever she wanted. she reached up to grab your hands, stopping you from running off to find the next thing for her.

y/n stop! i just want you

you paused. in your enthusiasm to try and give maya the most comfort possible, to bring her whatever she might need, which you now realised had reached an almost unnerving level, it hadn't occurred to you that, maybe, all she needed was you.

oh

maya laughed, pulling you down to join her on the sofa. you didn't let go of her hands, threading her fingers between your own, as you properly paused for the first time since the phone call.

thank you for all of this - i appreciate it, i really do - but i'm okay. all i'd like is to chill out with you, you idiot. i don't need you to fetch me tea, or blankets, or food, or flowers, i just want you to lie here with me and watch shitty tv

she gave you a sly smile.

and maybe make out a little

it was your turn to laugh, and you leaned in for a chaste kiss. you pulled back, stroking her hair and cradling her face as you nodded.

i can do that - budge up then

maya smiled as she shifted so she could lie down against your chest, you wrapped your arms tight around her, pressing your lips into her hair. maya exhaled happily, burrowing ever further into you.

y/n/n? thank you - for everything - but mostly for being you

you deserve it all maya, i really mean it. you're gonna get your shot, and you're gonna prove it to them all

maya smiled up at you, and you were pleased to see it reached her eyes this time. you'd do anything to keep that smile there forever, to lock it up, swallow the key, and protect it from ever fading.

wanna make out now?

maya laughed - a proper, eyes-crinkling, head-thrown-back type laugh. she thwacked you playfully on the arm, leaning up to peck your cheek.

give me some of those snacks first

[mugglepawter]

I ALMOST DO.

Modern!Aegon Targaryen × Reader.

Summary: hockey and figure skating, hockey player and figure skater. Their world were always meant to be collided.

Warnings: fluff.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so bear with me. Un-edited.

PART TWO.

She half opened her eyes as she grabbed her phone, turning off the alarm that had woken her up.

Her shift at her workplace on Sunday is between eight am and one pm and after her work, she'll practice her skating and work, then, go home and rest.

She showered and then, got ready and headed for her work using her bike. Typical college girl.

"Hi," Baela greeted from the counter, wearing a soft smile on her face. She waved at Baela and smiled before walking towards the back room to place her things and put on an apron.

"Terrible morning?" Baela asked, "Yeah." She chuckled, feeling sleepy though she already drunk two cups of coffee on her way to her work.

Even though this has been her daily routine for years, she doesn't seem to get a hang of it. She'll be honest, she's jealous of those kids who didn't have to work to live and were prioritized by her parents and mostly, don't have to worry about their future cause it's already handed to them.

She wished she had that life instead of being a working student who can't take a day off cause if she did, she might starve to death and wouldn't be able to pay her bills.

When the clock strikes one p.m., it's time for her to go and practice. She walked on her way to campus, leaving her bike at the cafe because it wasn't that far from it. She thought about getting a dorm here but it's too expensive for her to afford and she barely afford the apartment she has right now.

It has one tiny bedroom and bathroom and all of the area in her apartment is small yet it's still better living with her goddamn parents.

There are not many students here on campus, most of them are rich kids who go to the mall to shop and as always she pities herself cause she can't do any of those things.

"You're here, again." She said, dropping her bag off her shoulder to the ground as she stared blankly at the Targaryen boy who was playing alone in the ice rink.

"You don't own the ice rink," Aegon answered to her. It made her wonder what is Aegon doing in here alone because she knows hockey is pointless without any of your team, or maybe, that's what she thought.

She went into the ice rink, completely avoiding Aegon so no argument would brew between them again. Helaena wasn't here to look out for her older brother.

Aegon took off his helmet and shook his head, his hair damp with sweat as he grinned at her "Nice seeing you." Aegon smiled, showing his perfectly aligned white teeth which made her roll her eyes.

"That's your side and this is my side so don't cross it." She demanded before doing her warm-up and routine but was distracted the whole time cause Aegon kept talking and when she had enough, she approached him.

"Aegon, please, shut up." She snapped at him, stopping at the center of the rink.

"Okay, little miss feisty." Aegon chuckled, annoying the shit out of her.

"You know I actually thought you would be a Targaryen," Aegon said out of nowhere.

"Considering you dated my brother but I was not shocked when I found out you broke up."

"I mean, you don't look so in love with him."

Cause that's because she liked the idea of him.

Don't get her wrong, Aemond is a nice guy for her but he lacks something in her eyes. Yes, she agreed to go out with him but that's because she liked the idea of going out with him but not because of him. So, she decided to end it all and besides, she's not into younger guys.

She likes the older ones better.

She brushed him off and continued to practice while he continued to annoy her "Are you free tonight?" Aegon suddenly asked. She came to a stop, her eyebrows furrowed together, curious why he would ask her that "No." She answered arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Why?"

"I have a job." She told him, quite unsure why she was even talking to him. They talk to each other sometimes but they rarely have long conversations like this cause she normally doesn't want to deal with Aegon's crap.

"Can't you like ditch it?" He asked, "No, 'cause if I did, I'll starve and I'll die and that's on you." She pointed at him which made him chuckle.

He turned his back at her, picking his punk on the ground "Where are you going?" She found herself curious about why he was getting out of the rink "Why? Want to shower with me?" Aegon has that cocky smirk plastered across his face again "You wished." She rolled her eyes and turned her back on him.

For a moment, she wondered why Aegon seemed a bit different today, he seemed quite nice especially to her when he never does that. Well, he was never that cruel to her but he wasn't that nice either to the point he would ask her if she was free.

She had a night shift at the bar near here as a waitress so she called it an afternoon and headed towards the girl's locker left her things there and came back for it tomorrow.

The seven realm bar is full of college students who wanted to get wasted and forget about their fucked up life at least just for one night. If people asked her, she would absolutely love to join them.

People at the bar can be pretty mean and an asshole probably because of the alcohol in their system but some of them are a fucking asshole even being sober.

Her night shift ended without someone ruining it and hitting on her, She served drinks and she got paid.

"Where the hell is my bike?" She asked as she looked around. Her bike is no longer in its chain and nowhere to be found. She had left it here more than a thousand times yet it was never stolen, until now.

She groaned to herself, completely frustrated. It's decided, she's the unluckiest person on earth.

She waited in front of the bar for any taxi to pass by but nothing happened until an orange car stopped beside her as she impatiently tapped her foot against the floor and waited for a taxi to pass by.

The window rolled down, revealing a Targaryen inside. She curses herself for not recognizing Aegon's orange audi q2, his baby Sunfire "I thought you weren't free tonight?" Aegon asked.

"I worked here." She pointed at the name of the bar "And I couldn't go home cause my bike got stolen." She's waiting for him to laugh at her and call her stupid names but instead, he sighs and nods his head before opening the door from inside his car.

"Hop in, I'll drive you to your place." Aegon decided.

"How do I know I could trust you?" She asked with doubt "I might be an arsehole but I loved Helaena and I wouldn't let her friend get in trouble."

"Okay." With a nod, she entered his car, put the seat belt on and he drove off. As he drove the car, they talked and talked about the most random thing as they both found it quite awkward that they were talking to each other without throwing any insults.

"Why don't you live nearer the campus?" Aegon broke the silence and she was tense at his question cause nobody had asked her this, especially since they knew how she was struggling financially. Her best friends tried to help her but she couldn't simply accept it.

"Too expensive." She answered, shrugging

"I'm sorry." She was surprised by his sudden word cause Aegon had never been nice to her, not this way and the Aegon she knows does not say sorry.

"Why?" She asked, "For bringing it up, I sense now that you don't want to talk about it." Now, he is kind of making her uncomfortable but not because of weird things but because he is being totally nice.

"It's alright, everyone makes mistakes." She said, tapping his shoulder. She's starting to get a hang of them like this even though it's just started.

When they arrived, she wondered how he knew where she lived when he's never been here before, unless he asked Helaena. She opened the door and got out, waiting for Aegon to drive off but he didn't.

"Won't you invite me in?" Aegon asked cheekily "Don't you have an apartment yourself?" She roasted. She doesn't usually invite people into her house but, maybe she can make an exception just for tonight.

"But—"

"My apartment is small but be my guess and do come in." She invited as she smiled. It's always once in a blue moon she had a guess other than Aly and Helaena or Baela.

Even though she is grateful to the company of Aegon, it's still Aegon.

She climbed the stairs, Her apartment was on the third floor but she had gotten used to it, having to live in the apartment for years. She took out her keys and unlocked the door, Aegon closely following behind her.

She didn't know where he had parked his car but she hoped it wouldn't be damaged by the people around here.

She pushed open the door, going in first as she took off her shoes. Aegon walked past her, his eyes wandering around "Didn't know you liked this kind of stuff." Aegon said, looking around the living room and seeing a bunch of canvas hanging on the wall "I do like painting." She told him, pouring herself with a glass of water.

"Do you want anything?" She asked, being hostile to her guest. Aegon shook his head and sat on the two-person sofa in the middle of the living room "Suit yourself." She mumbled.

She sat beside him, thinking to herself what's the point of him being here if they won't do anything?

"Tell me what you are really here for, Aegon." She doesn't know what his intentions are so it's a bit hard for her to understand why Aegon is in her apartment, sitting on her sofa "I wanted to rest for a bit, driving is exhaustion too, you know." Aegon looked at her, "Sure." She nodded her head, not knowing what to do.

Aegon sat there, feeling exhausted for today. He doesn't mind staying here Besides, who will look for him? He lives alone in a big apartment and honestly, he gets really bored sometimes for someone who has a lot of money.

"I don't know why you're here." She muttered yet Aegon heard her "Because I wanted to make your life hell." Aegon responded, tapping her on the back as he chuckled in satisfaction when he saw her starting to get annoyed.

Now, she cannot wait to kick him out. Aegon stands up from the couch, fixing his shirt as he says something to her. He's going home.

She nodded before pushing herself up from the couch and following him outside her apartment. She escorted him outside to make sure he'd get to his car in one piece and since he's a new face around here, people might rob him.

"Fuck, my sunfyre!" Aegon exclaimed horror covering his face. His hands were both on the side of his eyes he looked like he was about to cry. His car is still okay but it lacks its four wheels.

She can't help but laugh and shake her head. She expected this to happen but it still made her giggle and almost roll in laughter

"This is not funny!" Aegon frowned at her,

"How will I get home?" He said helplessly, making her enjoy his suffering more "You can rest here, then, call a tow tomorrow." She offered.

As much as she likes to see him suffer, she can't leave him out here. She'll let him sleep on her couch, just for tonight and then, they can go back to the ways before. Could they?

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[queen--kenobi]

Kinktober Day Sixteen: Sex Pollen

The Ghoul x OC (Marilyn "Angel Eyes" Aikens)

Warnings: NSFT (kinda-sorta sex pollen? Primal play. Doggy style. Outdoor sex. They're literally fucking in the radstorm idk what to tell you)

“You ever been in a radstorm?” 

The Ghoul looks up from cleaning his guns. Angel Eyes leans against the wall of their camp for the night, eyes fixed on some far away point in the sky. He sweeps his eyes over her side profile. Even without a nose and incredibly sunken cheeks, he can tell she must have been a looker when she was human. He watches as she takes a pull from her cigarette. Briefly, he thinks about giving her shit for keeping her stash from him but decides better. It's the one vice she indulges in regularly. Ain't no sense in pissing her off right now. 

“Nah. Never rained enough here before. Sure as shit don't rain enough now.”

Angel Eyes laughs. It's a pleased and wild sound. 

“I went to Deep Gulch, about where Memphis used to be. I can't remember why. I think I wanted to see what was left of Graceland? Doesn't matter why I was out there.” She taps her cigarette on a nearby rock. “But on my way, I got caught in a fuck off massive radstorm. Pretty sure I saw multiple tornado spouts. I could have walked out of it in a day or two, but fuck me.” Angel Eyes turns her head. A wild look is in her eyes. “I have never felt so alive. Even more alive than when I was human.”

The Ghoul doesn't reply. He watches her carefully. Angel Eyes turns her head and fixes her gaze on the spot from before, sighing in a way that would have made the old him want to blush. Instead, he lets out a low whistle. 

“Better not let any old flames hear you talk like that.”

Angel Eyes rolls her eyes. 

“I haven't had one of those in a while.” She huffs. “People don't exactly want a girl looking for her fiancé.” 

“Fiancè?” He whistles. “That ain't a word I don't think has been used out here in a long time.” 

“Probably not.” Angel Eyes sighs. The Ghoul can almost see her retreating into herself again.

“What got your mind on radstorms anyway?”

“One brewing that way. Can feel it in my bones.” She turns back to face him. “We can probably hit it in a day or two. You wanna go get fucked up?”

“Well goddamn girl. Why didn't you lead with that?”

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She is right. This is the most alive he's felt in years.

Angel Eyes dodges him once again, sliding in the building sludge. The Ghoul about growls. They stashed their stuff in a rock cave just outside the storm area, which means he doesn't have his lasso on him. She's proving more of a challenge to catch than he thought. 

He chases her through the wind and rain and mud. Angel Eyes is faster than he thought. She laughs as she manages to evade him. It's annoying as fuck, but he knows how to deal with it. The Ghoul steadily directs her that way, figuring he can use the rocks to ambush her. When he watches her clamber on top of a set of rocks, he sees his opportunity. He waits until he's on the outcrop as well before he grabs her ankle and drags her down. 

Fucking in the mud sounds absolutely awful. 

Her peal of laughter turns into a squeal when she hits the rocks, the wind clearly knocked out of her. She didn't seem to hit her head so he has no qualms pulls her down towards him. Angel Eyes kicks him, but he catches her ankle easily. They both know her efforts are half-hearted at best, enough for him to not win easily but not enough for him to lose. The Ghoul moves his hand up from her ankle to her calf so he can get a better grip on her when he yanks her down closer to him. 

They wrestle for several minutes, nearly falling off the edges of the rocks several times. Angel Eyes smirks the entire time, a wild look in her eyes mirrored in his own. Eventually, he manages to pin her down under him, her front pressing against the rocks.

“You gonna make me tie you down?” The Ghoul growls in her ear.

“Bet you'd get off on that.”

Angel Eyes kicks at him. The Ghoul unceremoniously shoves her thighs apart with his knee before settling between them. He laughs coldly, a stark contrast to the heat surging through his veins. 

“Something tells me you'd get off on it more.” He leans down to more effectively pin her under him. Droplets of rain run down the side of her neck; she actually moans when he licks them off her neck. He nips the shell of her ear right after.

“You wi-, ah, you wish.”

Angel Eyes pushes back against him, grinding herself against his hard-on. He wants to tease her more but can't think to. His whole body sings in time with the claps of thunder, nerves buzzing delightfully with each lightning strike. The Ghoul slips his hand between her body and the slick rock underneath them, finding her absolutely soaked. She keens.

Fuck. All thoughts steadily leave his brain, each droplet of fat rain washing them out of his head. The Ghoul pushes back onto his haunches. Angel Eyes presses herself up onto her hands, which he takes advantage of when he yanks her hips up and towards him. She collapses onto her forearms. 

Dragging down her wet pants takes him more effort than he'd like. The fabric tries to cling to her in a beyond irritating way. Still, he manages. As soon as he's got her pants down far enough, he's freeing himself and sliding harshly into her. They both moan. Angel Eyes digs her fingers into her rock underneath her, and it cracks some. The sound is lost amid the wind and rain. 

Each inhale sends his whole system into overdrive. Everything feels heightened to a point he's never experienced, even with Jet. It's truly like nothing he's ever felt before. 

When Angel Eyes presses back against him, the thin thread holding any semblance of control snaps. He acts like a man possessed. Maybe he is. Angel Eyes doesn't seem to mind. Shit. She responds in kind, meeting and matching each of his actions. Nothing exists in this moment but them.

The Ghoul hasn't had that happen in a long time. 

He doesn't think about that. Instead, he focuses on chasing the pure ecstacy surrounding him. Angel Eyes follows suit. They're both nothing more than their most basic selves out here in the storm. The Ghoul can't even find it in himself to care. He truly can't, not with the way she's squeezing him and whimpering, with the way the rain tastes on their skin, with the way nothing in this fucking world matters but this right now. 

[baileys-3]

New Chapter (#33) online - Secret Dating Era - On AO3

Sneak Peak:

Tim is able to meet Lucy in the break room the next day. He is just about to get his coffee refill before he has to finish his paperwork and have to attend in meeting with Gray, which definitely requires some extra caffeine. By some miracle they both happen to be at the station at the same time and even had the same idea. And she's alone. Perfect.

She's standing at the coffee machine and doesn't even react when he enters, which is weird. Maybe she needs a new lesson about situational awareness. She doesn't even seem to hear him. For whatever reason. The only thing he sees is how she is swaying her hips slightly as if she were dancing to some inaudible music only she can hear. When she starts singing softly to herself, he knows what's going on. She has earphones in her ears and is probably listening to some pop song he can’t even recognize. That's why she didn't hear him say "Hey".

This gives him a perfect opportunity for some Tim Test and take revenge for yesterday, so he sneaks up on her from behind while he briefly checks through the window to see if anyone is nearby. The hallway seems to be empty though. He could do something real dirty now. But they're in the break room at the station, so his options are limited. She's still standing in front of the machine, apparently waiting for her coffee to finish brewing. Which will take a while, as the cup is only half full.

He stands behind her, slightly off to the left, and checks again to make sure no one is coming. Still no one in sight, so he taps her on the right shoulder. She jumps a little and makes a startled noise looking to her right, but of course, she can’t see him as he is standing on her left side. Ahh, the invisible shoulder tap prank never gets old and works almost every time. He moves with her behind her back mirroring her movement, still unnoticed by her. And then he simply can't resist the temptation. He grabs her ass giving it a quick squeeze. Because payback is sweet. And she definitely deserves payback for yesterday. He made sure that she hasn't picked up her coffee cup yet though. That would have been disastrous, as she likely would have spilled the scorching hot coffee on her. And he's not an asshole after all, he doesn’t want to actually hurt her.

It's just that Lucy doesn't quite react as he expected. No, she responds in a completely different way, but deep down, he's actually quite pleased with her reaction. After all, how was she supposed to know it was him? And it's reassuring to see that she reacts like that when someone touches her without her permission.

But still, HE could have done without her violent reaction. Because Lucy turns around instantly, and before he can say anything, she slaps him in the face with real force. One that really resonates. It hurts like hell.

He can't stop the slightly high-pitched "Ouch" escaping him. Nor can he stop himself from making a face and immediately putting a hand on the spot.

He sees her eyes widen in surprise as she recognizes him "Oh shit Tim ... fuck ... I didn't know it was you." She all but yells, because she still has the earphones in her ears still listening to some music.

[masterwords]

First time Hotch and Morgan say 'I love you'

Your wish is my command. Here is 5600 words leading up to that moment...why so many, you ask? I don't know. But I asked for soft Hotchgan requests and I got so many good ones...we're going to end 2022 on a soft note with all of these. Starting here with a power outage and a whole bunch of slightly awkward love.

**** Perspective ****

Pitch black.

They were sitting on the couch beside the fire, Hotch with his feet kicked up on Derek's legs reading. He wasn't deeply engaged in the book, not enough that he didn't glance up every so often to admire Derek's profile, the way he sat with his headphones on bobbing his head only slightly along with the beat. He could sit and listen to music for hours, and not just listen but feel it. In much the same way, Hotch devoured silence.

And almost like all the oxygen was sucked from the room through a vacuum, the lights went out. What he thought had been silence became actual eerie silence, no more humming from the refrigerator and the furnace, no more water heater, just dead quiet until his hearing adjusted and he was drawn back to the crackle and pop of their small fire.

“Did the power just go out?” Derek asked, stunned. Hotch smiled at the absurdity of the question.

“Looks like it.”

Immediately, as if on cue, Hotch's phone began ringing. He stared at it in disbelief, wishing that for one blissful minute he could simply deal with his own life before having to handle whatever catastrophe was happening at Quantico.

“Garcia?”

“Sir, I'm sorry to bother you, but Strauss wants us to get down to Quantico ASAP to monitor the systems for any potential security breaches before the generators kicked on. She says it's routine but she sounded concerned.”

“I'm a little further away than usual, it may take me some time to get there.”

She was silent, and he could hear her sharp intake of breath. It was pointed, the way she realized what he said without saying it aloud. “Yes...yes sir. I'll get started without you.”

Derek's headphones were around his neck now and in the dim orange light of the fire Hotch could see his wicked smile. “She knows.”

“I gathered that...when did you tell her?”

“Right away. I can't keep secrets from her. If I tell her up front she'll feel special and she'll keep her yap shut. If I try to keep it from her and she finds out, who knows what she's liable to do...it was a safety precaution.”

Hotch let out a nervous chuckle. “Well, she and I have to spend the evening at Quantico making sure nothing happened to the systems. Don't wait up.”

Derek had no intention of waiting up. The sky was already darkening at an alarming rate, and he expected to merely get the house ready to be shuttered against whatever storm was still brewing and then lie in bed with his music until he fell asleep. All he needed to do was make sure there was enough fire wood inside, get out the blankets and the other emergency supplies, and get himself cozy. He'd set out some pajamas for Hotch, if he even made it back in time to sleep, but that would be the extent of it.

Hotch, still in his khakis and sweater, pulled on his hiking boots and laced them up tight. “Take my car,” Derek said, tossing him the keys from the kitchen counter. “It gets around better in this shit than yours.”

Eyeing the keys suspiciously, Hotch wondered how many people would be in the building. Whether the security officers would see his plates and be surprised to find the wrong person driving. And he also realized he simply didn't care. What difference did it really make in the end?

“Thank you.”

He slipped on the ice twice in spite of wearing his best boots for the job. There wasn't much one could do versus a skating rink parading as the unassuming ground. The first time he slipped in the driveway as he scraped the windshield, unable to wait for it to defrost on its own. He managed to catch himself that time against the hood of the vehicle and thank his lucky stars. The second time was on the sidewalk approaching Quantico, and there was nothing but his own backside to catch his fall. That it did, hard, and he stifled a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush. Words that didn't often make their way over his lips. He wasn't much for swearing, but getting up he knew he'd tweaked his back and it was going to be sore the rest of the night. That was enough to excuse more than a few of the offensive words.

“Sir!” Garcia exclaimed as he entered, pushing through the glass doors and walking slowly, gingerly toward the stairs. They could do what they needed from his office where they could close the door and stay warm with his dusty old space heater. The generator would be kicking out just enough juice to keep the place running and that didn't include more heat than just enough to keep the pipes from freezing. The pipes and Hotch had very different freezing temperatures. Plus he had the snacks. Garcia didn't keep anything in her office, the equipment was too sensitive and she worried...she kept things in the break room and in Hotch's bottom left cabinet where there should have been binders full of mind-numbing information. He'd managed to sort his office well enough that one whole cabinet was empty, left available to the team's most treasured snacks. Ones that they feared would be stolen in the wild west that was the break room.

“How was your drive in Garcia?” he asked, leaning a little heavily against the railing as he heaved himself up the stairs on hips that felt rusty and stiff after his untimely meeting with the icy pavement. She noticed the hitch in his gait but said nothing.

“Slippery and scary, sir. Yours? I know the um, the roads in that neighborhood don't get plowed very quickly...”

He stopped and eyed her for just a moment before unlocking his office door and holding it open to her. “It was fine.”

She set her laptop on his desk and opened it up before pulling a chair over. Every move was formal and calculated, slow so she wouldn't scare him off. She wanted to share this with him so desperately. “You made good time.”

“Garcia,” he said quietly, easing himself down into his chair while trying to maintain as neutral a look as he could. It barely worked. She could see the discomfort but she wasn't concerned with that, thankfully, she was poking and prodding for the other thing. For confirmation from the second party that what Derek said had a grain of truth to it. She wanted to hear him admit he'd come from Derek's house. If only she'd seen him pull in driving Derek's car. “I'm aware that you're privy to some information regarding my private life, and while I have no issue with you knowing, I also don't think now is the time to discuss it. Have you had a chance to get into the system to see if anything was damaged or breached?”

“It all looks ship-shape, sir. We just need to comb through a few things and do some hard saves just in case we're without power for a while. If anything happens to the generator we're sunk. I have a list of things we'll need to print, consults that we'll need to manually deliver...”

“Good. Would you excuse me?” His phone was ringing once again, and this time it was Haley. While he would have liked to send it to voicemail, he was busy enough to do it, something told him to pick up. “Yes, Haley?”

“Are you okay?” She sounded worried, her voice had that high pitch tone to it that set him on edge.

“Yes...why wouldn't I be?”

“Aaron. The power is out, the roads are a sheet of ice, there's a big storm coming.”

“I'm aware of all of that. Haley I'm working right now, did you need something?” She rolled her eyes and he thought he could feel it through the phone. Working, always working. Of course he was there.

“Jack and I have no heat, and the power company says it could be a day or two before they even figure out where the problem is. Our neighborhood isn't a priority.”

“Have you called Jess?”

“She's out too. And before you ask, yes I've called my parents and yes they still have their wood stove but there are down trees and live power lines on all the roads heading out that way.”

“Okay. Let me call you back in a minute.”

He hung up the phone and poked his head back in the door, tapping at the wall to get Garcia's attention. “I'll need another moment, Garcia. I apologize.”

“Not a problem sir. Take all the time you need.” In truth, Garcia was happy to be there. Her apartment was without heat or any way to get it, so this was a drastic improvement on home. Even if she was pulling icky information from databases designed to hold things she didn't want to think about.

He slipped back out to the catwalk and walked, a move that briefly made stiff back feel better. Slightly. Up and down the catwalk he paced until he managed to get hold of Derek.

“I have a big ask,” Hotch began, noting the way Derek's breathing was heavy. Hotch knew he was hauling wood inside and immediately felt guilty for even asking him for something, let alone something like this. He should just leave. Tell Garcia to go home, leave himself, and let tomorrow's problems belong to tomorrow. Just once he wished he was that kind of person.

“Shoot,” Derek grunted, huffing as he threw more logs onto the pile. He would stack them neatly and clean up the debris later, for now he just needed to get the stuff inside before he got frostbite.

“Haley and Jack are also without power, the outage looks pretty widespread. They don't have a fireplace or any secondary heating sources. I know it's a lot to ask, but would it be alright if they came to your house?”

Silence fell over the line, a long drawn out thing that made Hotch's stomach twist. Finally he heard the sound of logs crashing against other logs and rolling to the wood floor without so much as a word being spoken in the meantime. Going back over what he'd asked, he couldn't fault Derek for his silence. Would you mind hosting my ex-wife and my child during a winter storm? I know we haven't been together long but I'm sure it'll be fine.

“Derek?”

“Yeah, sorry, I thought there was more. You said you had a big ask.”

“Derek, that is a big ask.”

“It's your family. It's fine.” He was lying, at least a little, which hurt them both in different ways. Derek hated to lie, it made him feel filthy, but this lie felt like the right kind. And Hotch, he could hear it, the way Derek longed to say are you kidding me with this? Asking me to babysit your family while you're working when you really should be home like the rest of the people in this area? A nail in the coffin. In the end, though, both of them felt somewhat justified in their responses.

“I'll make this as fast as I can.”

“We both know you have no control over how that goes.”

Hotch rolled his eyes. “Okay. I owe you.”

“Big time.”

Hotch hung up with a smile and called Haley back. He'd paced up and down the catwalk, around the round table, up and down again over and over. “You remember where Derek lives?”

“....yes...” He was really in it now. He hadn't told her yet. Now was as good a time as any, really, but it felt all wrong. He'd had this plan, silly as it sounded, to unveil things slowly to her. Jack knew but he was little and he had no real gauge of what he was seeing. They held hands in front of him and were affectionate, never over the top but just enough to make sure that he could get comfortable with it. Truthfully, he didn't seem to care. He would follow Derek around like a puppy and watch him with complete fascination – if Derek brushed his teeth, so did Jack, and he copied it as closely as he could. If Derek was making toast, Jack wanted a slice too and he wanted it exactly the same. Derek thought it was a little odd and felt more than a little self-conscious about the things he did, worrying that he might do something wrong or bad right in front of the kid, but Hotch thought it was sweet.

“Bring Jack and any of his belongings that you think he'll need for a few days. Derek has plenty of food and a fireplace.”

“Aaron...”

“You can ask me anything you like later, but I don't have time to discuss my private life right now, Haley, I'm sorry. Penelope and I are in the weeds and will be for a few hours. Derek knows you're coming.”

“Your private life...” she whispered to herself, and it almost sounded like she was smiling but he couldn't be sure and wasn't about to ask. The pacing had gone from making his back feel better to making it feel worse. He just wanted to sit down and get to work. “Okay. Thank you Aaron. We'll see you tonight though? You'll be there?”

“Yes. I'll be home as soon as I can.”

“Home...” she copied, quietly again. He probably hadn't even realized that slip, but she snatched it and held it close for examination. “Jack will be so excited to see you.”

Going back into the office, he was sure that he was in deep now. An act of God, a giant winter storm blowing in and knocking out power was all it took to completely undo his quiet little bit of privacy. He supposed he was never owed even the amount of time he had, and had no right to expect it. The thing was...it was just nice. He hadn't been this happy in years and he just wanted to keep the world away from it for a little longer.

“Where were we?”

“Well, sir, I was searching through data files...you...”

“Haven't even begun. Right.”

(x)

Haley wasted no time at all loading Jack into the car and heading toward Derek's house. The roads were slippery but not too bad, not yet, and she was a good driver. A great driver, really, no matter what Hotch and Jessica told her. So she'd been in a few fender benders, none of them had been her fault. Not a single one. And never any on ice.

“Are you excited to see daddy?” she called back to Jack who was kicking around in his car seat happily playing with two of his trucks. A monster truck with a dragon on the side and a fire truck. Crashing them into one another, head on after head on. The noise was driving her a little crazy but turning on music would distract her too much from the task of getting them safely to Derek's so she settled on the sounds Jack made.

Smash.

“Jack?”

“We see uncle Derek?!” he asked excitedly. Crash.

“Yeah. Uncle Derek. Does daddy kiss uncle Derek?” She felt a little like a monster, asking her toddler such a personal question, but there was something in Hotch's voice when she'd spoken to him that made her feel a little giddy. This wasn't the best avenue to take, however, it was one possible route.

Jack just giggled. “Yeah! Daddy kisses!” The kid was little, he loved to parrot, and she couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. He might just keep copying her and bashing his trucks together, so she asked again to make sure.

“Daddy and uncle Derek kiss each other?”

“Yep!”

“Like mommy and daddy used to kiss?”

“Yep!”

She smiled to herself. CRASH. It made her happy that Hotch had moved on, and even happier somehow that it was someone like Derek. She'd always liked him. The other girls, when the BAU and their partners would go out, always called him a dog but she didn't see it that way. Neither did Penelope. He was always so sweet to the women he danced with. He would hold out his hand, he would buy them drinks, he would lead gently. Haley had danced with him on more than one occasion and felt butterflies herself.

But those were women, and Haley had always wondered at how close he'd gotten with her husband in a way that men who exclusively liked women didn't do. She'd known Hotch liked boys as much as girls all the way back in school, though he was never so bold as to follow those urges. Not with the father he had. But there were glances, and there were hidden secret kisses a small number of times with the right boys, she knew. He'd never kept that from her.

“Does daddy stay at uncle Derek's a lot?”

“Yep!” SMASH. He dropped one of the trucks and burst into tears, unable to lean forward in his seat to grab it. Haley smiled and turned up the music, refocusing on the road.

(x)

Derek opened the door to his darkened house and beckoned them in. Haley was shocked at how warm it was, the way it almost took her breath away. Without saying a word, she knew it was because of Hotch...he liked things a little too warm. Derek would keep it the way he liked it without complaint.

“Thank you for letting us barge in on you,” she said, opening her arms wide for a hug. Derek wrapped her tight and smiled. It came a lot easier than he'd imagined.

“Of course. Can't have you guys freezing to death huh? Jessica's coming too.”

“Yeah I just got her text. Did she call Aaron?”

“I assume so. He's probably going to turn off his phone if we keep buggin' him.”

“I don't doubt that.”

They entered the house cautiously, it was light enough to see with lanterns and candles flickering, but still dark. Moody and somber and so warm. Derek had moved furniture around, surrounding the fireplace with chairs and the love seat and couch from the other room. Everyone could stay beside the fire.

“Where's daddy?!” Jack exclaimed, rushing toward Clooney and the couch excitedly. Derek glanced up at the clock and shrugged.

“At work. He should be home soon.”

Soon wasn't nearly soon enough. Every single car he heard driving down the road made him peek out the window, hoping to see one pull into his driveway. It wasn't that things were bad, they were fine. When Jessica arrived she brought with her three bottles of wine and bags of food Derek didn't need. “It'll go bad if I don't bring it...” she said, but most of it wasn't in need of refrigeration she just wanted to make their night a party. If they had to be without power, at least they could have some fun.

“Sis!” Haley exclaimed, rushing through the darkened room to wrap her sister in a hug. Derek took the food and wine to the kitchen and left it on the counter, figuring he could deal with it later. His first priority was popping the cork out of one bottle of wine and pouring two glasses, just enough for Haley and her sister, handing them off happily. That would keep them content and stop the inquisition he could feel bubbling right beneath the surface.

Haley had asked a few sly questions, but it wasn't her that Derek worried about...it was Jessica. She wouldn't even try to hide behind formality. The look in her eye said she was just looking for an opportunity to get Derek alone, to corner him, and to poke him full of holes until he soaked her in information. Details. He was avoiding her like the plague.

“Hey Jack, come help me with the fire,” he said, waving the kid over to him. “You gotta learn the art of moving the logs around, it's very important.” The art of moving the logs around, the man special as his mother used to call it with a roll of her eyes. Passed down generation to generation. He loved to shift them, using the poker to stack and separate and stack again, always creating optimum air flow. You couldn't simply leave a fire to tend to itself, it needed constant supervision. Like a child.

He grabbed the poker and indicated one log that needed shifting, it was nearly fallen and stifling the flow around it so off it went from the pile, and then he scooted it up beside a much less invasive piece. Soon he had a newly formed pyramid with gorgeous ventilation and he was pleased...Jack looked pleased too. Behind them, Haley and Jessica whispered and giggled. “What do you think they're talking about over there, huh?” Derek asked and Jack shrugged, his dark eyes lit up by the flames.

“Daddy.”

“Ah yeah. Probably right.”

(x)

“Garcia, can I give you a ride home?” Hotch asked, closing his laptop with some finality. She glanced up at him over the rim of her glasses and smiled. They'd been at it for hours in chilly quiet, only the sound of the little space heater and the eerie hum of the generator for company. They'd hardly said a word to one another.

“Yes, please, thank you. I don't think my car is meant for this weather. She's no Sonja Henie.”

Hotch stared at her a moment, a look of total bewilderment on his features. It was a look Garcia hadn't seen many times and it was a little unnerving. He was usually so sharp and his intense knowledge of random things often eclipsed everyone else. “You know, three time Olympic gold medalist turned actress...” she stopped herself and sighed as his features pinched further in thought. “Nevermind.”

“I know who she is, I'm sorry. It's been a long day.” The real problem was simply that he was distracted. Haley and Jessica and Jack had been at Derek's house for hours now, and while they hadn't sent one SOS text and not a single phone call...he was worried. Afraid of what he'd find, what stories they might tell Derek to scare him off. Afraid they'd asked too many questions and he wouldn't know where to begin walking into that mess.

He and Garcia walked out of the building together, and headed right for Derek's car. She let out a small gasp, unable to contain herself, before she covered her mouth and regained her composure. Hotch glanced at her as he wrestled the fob out of his pocket and unlocked the car, just hoping that she wouldn't point out the obvious. They both knew whose car he was driving. Before she could reach the door, Hotch leaned forward and pulled it open for her. It tweaked his sore back and he held his breath until the sharp spike of pain passed.

“Bestill my little heart,” she whispered, slipping into the car. He shook his head, unable to process just about anything she was saying at this point.

As he waited for the car to warm up, he sat with his hands on the steering wheel contemplating just about every life decision he'd ever made that led him to this point.

“Penelope,” he began quietly. “I asked Derek to open his door to Haley, Jessica and Jack tonight. They've been there for hours. What do you think I'm walking into?”

He was, momentarily, wide open. Uncharacteristically so. He simply couldn't keep it inside a moment longer or he'd combust, and Garcia was easy enough to talk to. She only let out a small laugh. “I'm sure everything is fine. They're probably just sitting around talking.”

He sighed. “That's what I'm afraid of.” He paused, shaking it off. He had no control over the hours that had passed without him and he couldn't dwell on them. Whatever happened, happened, and he'd just have to suck it up and roll with it. “I'm sorry I've been so distracted tonight. I wasn't much help.”

“You did more than I did, sir.”

“That's hardly true, but thank you for being so understanding.”

“I'm gonna say something right now that you're probably not going to like, but I think it's pretty clear that you need to hear it. Derek is crazy about you. You know that right? His face lights up when he talks about you, I've never seen that before. Well, I presume he lights up when he talks about me too but...that's beside the point.”

He had nothing to say to that. It sounded absurd. Too absurd to be believed. “That's bound to change after tonight.”

They drove in silence for a few minutes, no radio, just the sound of the ice beneath the wheels. Hotch was driving as well as he could but the car slipped more than once as he took corners and it made him nervous. Much too nervous to talk for a long time. “Penelope, do you have heat?” He couldn't believe he'd forgotten to ask her about her own place until he began approaching her apartment building, the street pitch black and ominous.

“No, but I've got plenty of blankets.”

“Nonsense. Come stay with us.”

It was easy to rack them up, he was on a roll. He'd have Derek's house packed to the gills before the night was through. It was shocking to him how few people they knew who had a fireplace, though it shouldn't have been...he didn't have one either. His apartment would be sitting dark and cold, floors still littered with boxes full of things he hadn't bothered to unpack. He was almost never there, that place definitely wasn't home. “Sir,” she said as they slid past the turn he wanted and had to go around one extra block. The roads had gotten worse since they'd been out and the temperature was dropping fast. “Have you told him how you feel?”

“He knows.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. I'm sure he does know. But if you said it...I think he'd just about flip his lid.”

He chewed on that the rest of the ride, all the way until he pulled into Derek's driveway and saw the flicker of candlelight behind the curtains. It made his heart hurt. His entire family was in there, all under one roof, and he'd been at work the whole time assuming the worst. That there would be tension and interrogations and he'd walk in on a scene of unrest and discomfort. But that candlelight in the window and the pillowy blanket of snow over the yard told him that he was mistaken. They'd been busy being a family in those walls and he'd been toiling over nothing on the outside.

The door opened and out stepped Derek in his puffy coat and sweats with a wool blanket draped over his arm, waving, not looking even the least bit angry. “See?” Penelope asked, poking her gloved finger at the window. “He lights up.”

“Baby girl!” Derek called, watching her get out of the car with her go bag draped over her arm. “What're you doing here?”

“Joining the refugee camp here at the Morgan house. I've come to enjoy your heat.”

“The more the merrier. Jessica brought wine!”

Hotch stayed beside the car a little apprehensively, not eager to break the spell cast over the house. It felt peaceful and happy, so he just stood there with his hands on the car so he didn't add to the list of times he'd slipped on ice that day. Derek's approach was quiet and sure, his feet planting one after the other in the snow so he could avoid the ice entirely.

With expectation written plainly over his face, Derek leaned in and waited for Hotch to make the first move. After the night he'd had, finally being cornered by Jessica who asked him question after question, each one laced with something akin to a threat, he wasn't about to be the first one to cross the line in front of everyone. Not one to disappoint, Hotch slipped his arms around Derek's waist, pushed himself happily inside the warmth of that puffy coat and kissed him. He kissed slow and hard, there was no hesitation. And that was when he was struck by how very very fortunate he was. His whole family was here, and Derek had probably not had the greatest night...would have been more than a little nervous...but he did it, he pulled it off. He took care of everyone Hotch cared about. Because Hotch's people were his people.

“I love you,” Hotch said, breathless and airy. It came out so easily. He didn't know what made him wait so long, that first time was always so hard but not this time. He was overcome by it, powerless to stop himself saying it, and not even a little worried it wouldn't be reciprocated. Derek had already proven that much, and the grin that spread wide and sparkling over his features sealed the deal.

“You do?”

“I do.”

“Good.”

There was silence between them, nothing but the sound of ice popping in the trees above them and darkness surrounding them. No ambient light, nothing but stars in the sky and the glowing silvery moon for company. He slipped his hand to the sore place on his lower back and pressed into it with his fingertips, massaging the distressed muscles. All he could think about was getting into a pair of sweatpants and big wool socks and snuggling up under the blanket with Derek. And maybe Jack, though he hoped that the kid was already asleep. It was awfully late.

“I love you too, you know.”

“I know.” He did. He had no question, but something in the tone of Garcia's voice told him that maybe Derek had needed to hear it. Like maybe he wasn't quite sure, and tonight, being with Haley it might have made him more than a little concerned. He had no idea what Haley might have said or done, whether she would approve of Hotch and Derek's relationship. Jack was well aware but he'd kept it from others...not because he was ashamed, never that. Only that he didn't know how to say it.

He never knew how to say it. How to offer that sort of thing up. Everything seemed to come so much easier to Derek, he wore his heart on his sleeve. Sure he kept his secrets, but he knew what was a secret and what was not. To Hotch, almost anything could be a secret...he had a hard time deciphering what people should know, what they needed to know, what they would want to know. So he kept it all guarded.

“Get inside you two! You're going to freeze to death!” It was Jessica hollering on the front porch, her voice ringing out through the quiet neighborhood. She was so bossy. “Derek, the fire needs tending. The ventilation looks a little sketchy.”

“Damn. That's my cue.”

Hotch slipped his hand inside of Derek's and walked slowly beside him, eager to get inside, to get to the fire and resume what he'd been doing hours before. Just lounging on the couch with Derek, in his favorite quiet place. Whatever anyone else wanted to do, he would be more than fine with, he only wanted to lie there and fall asleep to the sound of the fire.

And he did. He lay back against Derek, curled up on the floor beneath a pile of blankets while Haley and Jack took the couch and Jessica and Penelope each took a chair. Derek and Hotch managed to stoke the fire to the point that it might never fully die, and with Clooney curled up at their feet, the whole house slept.

Until the power came on in the middle of the night, bathing the house in white noise and bright lights. Hotch crawled to his feet and shushed everyone else back to sleep. “I'll get it,” he whispered, his hand on his back while he hunched and shuffled through the house to turn off the lights that didn't need to be on. Peeking outside, he smiled at the sight of the neighborhood lit up, knowing that there were other miserable saps just like himself shuffling sleepy through their homes to turn off lights they'd forgotten were left on. The furnace clicked on and he contemplated offering beds to everyone but it might be more trouble than it was worth for the next few hours. Instead, he crept back to his spot on the floor even though it was killing his already sore back and curled up his place there beside Derek.

“Power's back on?” Derek asked in his honey voice through sleepy slow lips and Hotch smiled as he closed his eyes.

“Looks like it.”

[ao3serketlurks]

Blowing His Mind: Chapter 2

by Serket8lues

Tags: Sam Winchester x Reader, female reader, reader-insert, blow jobs, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, psychic teasing, alcohol

Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply

"Finally," Sam says when he slides into the seat next to you. "That took forever."

"I hear that," you say to empathize, but really, you're barely hearing what he's saying. You're barely hearing what he's saying out loud, anyway. In his head, though? Sam stares at your pretty red lips. He leans in for a long kiss, melting into your mouth with a moan. He curls an arm around you, and up to hold the back of your head in his hand as he falls further under your spell.

You lick your lips, closing your eyes for just a moment too long.

"You know," you shift towards the table, jostling your breasts, "I've never asked. What are your liquor preferences, anyway?"

"Available," says Dean immediately, and Sam snorts at that.

"Okay, but like, a straight-up tier list. Good and bad alcohols."

"Aw that's easy," says Dean. He begins to rant, and you half listen, more tuned in to Sam's thoughts. Now, he's zoned into purely his own fantasy, and is imagining running his hands under the hem of your shirt, peppering your face and neck with kisses. You feel your cheeks flush, and you're suddenly very warm. Carefully, you shift in your clothes, making as sure as you can that your cotton top is nice and stuck to the inside of your sweater. You stand and stretch, and you pull your sweater up over your head and take it off. "Oops," you mutter, taking your time to tug your shirt back down.

This immediately causes the desired reaction. Sam is trying to hide that he's staring at you, and failing miserably. In his head, he replays it over and over again, that glimpse of your skin, of just where he had been thinking about touching. You hear in his mind how his dick stiffens under the table, half hard already, and he shifts his hips awkwardly, trying to get rid of it. You can't help grinning at the power you've got over him right now, and you lick your lips in spite of yourself.

"You're right, Dean," you slide back into your chair and the conversation, innocently covering the reason for your expressions, "It's hard to beat a classic Dark N' Stormy. I haven't had one in ages. But you've got to admit, Captain's Rum is a billion times a better mixer than Juan Balos."

"Bull shit!" laughs Dean.

Despite the frigid drafts blowing in from the constantly-opening front door, a bead of perspiration dots Sam's brow. He's wearing that earnest expression you love, and crossing and uncrossing his legs. You feel a familiar rush of heat that has nothing to do with the alcohol you're drinking. Serious, reserved Sam, with those big brown puppy eyes, all hot and bothered at the mercy of your slightest move. Maybe, maybe, maybe... A plan begins to form in your mind. Sam struggles to keep his voice even, laughing with Dean over a bad cocktail pun, and you scan the room.

"Oh hey," you say casually, "Dean. Nine o'clock."

Dean turns to follow your gaze. A pretty thirty-something in yoga gear stands at the bar, busty and blonde and definitely Dean's type. Granted, you're pretty sure Dean's preference in women is about the same as his preference in alcohol, but it doesn't hurt that this woman is definitely attractive, and not wearing a ring. Dean looks conflicted. "Ooh, man..." he says, and takes another sip. "Good spot. But we're hanging out... it's a rare night off..."

"Go ahead," you encourage him. "We're here. We talked. We'll catch up more another time."

"You guys are the best," says Dean, and he saunters off towards her.

You see that Sam's glass is empty, and before he can think about whether or not this should also be his cue to call it a night, you also stand up. "I'll get the next round," you say. "What do you want?" "Oh, uh," Sam's thoughts are on your curves again, "Baelor's Brew is good for me." "Got it," you say, and you feel his eyes linger on your swinging hips as you swagger back to the bar.

[alba8688]

don’t let go

Chapter 13

Word count:3507

Warnings!!! Slight smut at the very end

Eddies pov

It was the last day of Thanksgiving vacation and the past few days with Dani have been amazing we been stuck on our own cocoon here in her apartment watching movies having sex watching movies and having lots of sex .I've never had this much sex in my entire life .But I can't complain about it

We hadn't even realized that today was Sunday and tomorrow Monday back to reality, back to a world where Dani is my teacher and I'm her student .

Why did things have to be so hard ?

But right now I'm gonna enjoy the last day I have with her .I could stay like this forever.

When night came and it was time for bed I held onto Dani tightly the whole night until Dani's alarmWoke me up earlier than what I'm usually used to waking up .But now I was already used to Waking up at 5am making Dani and I breakfast while She got ready for work .

That was my normal routine now .

Ok so I didn't really know how to cook but the other day I wanted to impress Dani and the whole night I was watching cooking videos of how to make scrambled eggs and pancakes .I mean they were ok she didn't say anything she ate everything but now I have gotten better at my cooking skills of making scrambled eggs and pancakes the only thing I knew how to make maybe I'll watch more cooking videos to impress Dani .

So I got up from bed stretching and lay back down watching Dani walk around the room in her panties and no bra looking for a shirt that she couldn't find .When she finally found it she out her bra on and that was my cue to get up and make breakfast the show was over .so I got up and smack her ass on my way out winking at her "Thank you for the show ."

"Show ?" She asked

"Yeah boobies ." She just rolls her eyes and continues getting ready.

So that's how the morning went so far until I tried making a damn coffee for Dani kitchen during the weekend she had received a package with her new coffee maker because the other one stop working and the her coffee machine was different and I didn't know what the fuck I was doing I had to put a small cup somewhere I kept looking around the coffeemaker but nothing.

"How the fuck do I manage this ?"I said under my breath

"Baby just put the kpod in here ." Dani walks in the kitchen saving the morning .I was such an idiot I had to lift the thingy and out the damn kpop or whatever that fuck Dani just said and the machines started brewing the coffee.

"Yeah I knew that ." I mumble she just chuckles and goes back to the room .Damn I needed to upgrade Wayne's coffee maker. Her coffee was done then I made mine. It was easier now that I knew how to use this shit .

Knock knock knock

Who could it be ? I looked at the time it was barely 6am. Who could be here this early?

It couldn't be Dustin he usually calls when he wants Dani to pick him up .

"Babe someone's at the door ."I ran to

the room whispered to Dani but she was in the bathroom.

"Just ask who it is please ."

She shouts from inside the bathroom.

"Are you taking a shit ?" I teased her

"Nooo!!"

"Well it stinks ." I chuckled ,it didn't really stink. I just like messing with her because she doesn't like going number two when I'm around. If she does she has to take a shower afterwards.But right now she was doing her makeup .

Shit ,what do I do now ?Do I open the door? What if it's someone that recognizes me?

I stood in-front of the door and checked through the peephole to see who was knocking.there was a guy standing with his back to the door. I couldn't see his face so I opened the door slightly .

"Hi." I said awkwardly

And guess who the fuck it was ,mother fucking Liam coming to ruin my morning.

He turns around and smiles at me .That stupid sexy smile he does that must have driven Dani crazy before but not anymore because she says she loves my smile.

"Hey is Dani home ?" He ask with a stupid smirk on his face .This fucking guy was carved by the Gods honestly.

What the fuck was Dani doing with me when she could be with this handsome dude ..

Fuck him and his sexiness.

Fuck I'll even cheat on myself with this guy .But he still looks like a douche .

"Dani is the restroom." I respond softly

"Can I come in ?" He ask, I move to the side to let him in and he look around the apartment and I saw him chuckle

"The Christmas tree has to be up since the last week of October ." He tells me pointing to the tree .Yeah whatever dude you know her better than me .Don't shove it in my face .

Ok now I had to come with a good fucking lie to why I was here at 6am in the morning.

Wait what the fuck is he doing here is damn early ?

Liam walks around the apartment stopping in front of the Christmas tree then he chuckles and takes a seat on the couch .I close the door and go back to The kitchen to continue the breakfast and finish making Dani's coffee for her to take with her .

I could feel Liam's eyes burning in the back of my head.

"Aren't you her student ?" He asked making me freeze in place .

🖤🖤

I felt my whole blood drain from my body.I think my blood pressure went super high at that moment .I was frozen in place not wanting to turn and look at him. I didn't want to face him at the moment .

I didn't know what to fucking answer to him .I never thought this could happen especially with her ex .

"Yeah you're her student, the one that ran off that day ." He says ,My eyes are still in Dani's coffee and I'm still not moving my hands gripping the side of the counter, my knuckles white of how hard I'm gripping it .

Dani's voice comes from the room.

"Baby can you come help me zip this up "she pauses "Never mind I got it !!" She shouts from the room. I turn to look at Liam who has a smirk on her face .

"So your Dani's new boyfriend ? How old are you anyways 16??" This guy really ?Do I look 16?

"No, I'm 20 ." I said sternly finally picking up my head and look at him he was still smirking

"And you're still in high school ?" He scoffs and rolls his eyes .

"Yes ." There's silence for a moment and he keeps his eyes on me. It's like we were having a string contest until the door from Dani's room opens and from my peripheral I see her standing in the door like a deer caught in headlights.

"Liam!?" She says softly

"One of your students Dani really ? that's who you changed me for ?" He asks her getting too close to her to my liking, his face inches from her .

I made a beeline to Dani standing

Right next to her protectively.I felt the need to protect her from this Liam guy . Dani's eyes started getting glazed. I took her hand on mine, squeezing it tight.Letting her know I was here for her.

"Wow you have him well trained as well ." He chuckles evilly,Dani turns to look at me .

"Ed's I'll see you in school Ok I'll handle it ."she leans in to whisper in my ear .

"Are you sure ?" I told her I didn't want to leave her alone with this guy .I couldn't leave her alone to face him .

I wanted to stay here with her and protect her .But she insisted I go .that she would be fine.

"I'll see you at school Ed's"she smiles but I could see a tear fall from her eye. I let out a huff of air and grabbed my jacket and my coffee and left the apartment.

Walking down the stairs I kept looking back at the apartment hoping Dani would call me and tell me she wanted me back but she didn't.

I opened the door to my van and turned on the van and drove off like a crazy man towards Gareth's house .I don't know why I decided to go to his house but I just needed to go somewhere where I felt safe and my uncle wasn't home yet .

I really hope everything is fine and that Liam doesn't try to do anything to Dani or try to black mail her .

I felt so stupid everything was my fault if I hadn't begged for her to be with me we wouldn't be in this situation she pushed me away and I fought to be with her and now look at where we ended I never wanted this to happen I never wanted her to get in trouble this is all my fault .

Fuck fuck fuck !!!! Son of a bitch I kept hitting the steering wheel .

I didn't even realized how I got to Gareth house but now here I was in his driveway crying.I was fucking crying in Gareth's drive way .I caught a glimpse of Gareth outside smoking. I don't even know why I came here. It was the first person that came to my head .I got down, calmed myself and wiped the tears from my eyes .

"Hey man what's wrong ?''Gareth asked. I hadn't even seen when he walked over I was too lost in thought. I was already on the ground with my back against the van and my hands in my face.

I didn't even care that the ground was cold and full of snow ❄ ️ Gareth sat next to me putting a hand over my shoulder and I leaned into him crying .

"What's wrong man?" He asks concern.Gareth has been my best friend since childhood and I know I always came to him When I felt like shit he was the only one that has seen me cry, the only one that has seen me on my lowest .

I always told him everything but not this time he didn't know about Dani and I couldn't afford to tell him risking Dani in the process.

"I'm gonna lose her man ." My voice muffled

"Lose who ?" He asked ,he had no idea who I was talking about .I picked up my head and turned to look at him.I had tears in my eyes, I never had let my guard down in front of my friends. I always put on a mean scary face but deep Down I wasn't and now with Dani in my life she has made me soft .

"I don't want to lose her man, I love her ." I managed to speak through tears ,sobs and hiccups.

"Eddie, who are you talking about ?" Gareth's voice sounds more concerned now ."man you're scaring me what's going on?"

Fuck! I wish I could tell him everything about Dani and how happy she makes me .

I wish I could tell him that she changed me for good and I'm actually graduating this year because of her. She changed me for the better .I'm actually getting good grades .

But I couldn't .

"I don't want her to go to jail. I love her man and I couldn't forgive myself if she went to jail because of me in so stupid so fucking stupid man." Gareth was more confused; he didn't know what I was talking about. I could see it in his face .

"Who is going to jail ? Man, you're scaring me ." I couldn't take if she went to jail because of me .I needed to let her free but at the same time I didn't want to. I couldn't be without her .

I was so fucking selfish. I needed her in my life .

Fuck why is this so fucking hard ??

"Eddie man, what's wrong ?" Gareth asked once again but I was just babbling nonsense."Eddie you're shaking let's go inside man it's freezing ." Gareth helped me get up from the ground .But I kept shaking my head no .Telling him that I didn't want her to go to jail .

As we were walking inside through the garage

Headlights from a car blind me entering Gareth's driveway.Gareth turns to see who it is but he can't tell who it was because the lights are too bright.and it had started snowing .I wipe tears from my eyes and take a second glance at who it is squinting my eyes.

"Dani." I let go of Gareth and ran towards her. trying my best not to slip in the snow .She was getting out of her car and she stopped when she saw me .

"Miss .Henderson ." I heard Gareth say ,he looked even more confused and everything that I had told him might have made sense at the moment to him.

She jumped Into my arms and I held her tight .Peppering her face with kisses .

"I love you kiss, I'm so stupid kiss ."

I didn't want to let her go but I didn't want to risk someone seeing us other than Gareth ,but I know I could trust him And he will probably get after me ,but I'll deal with that later .

Right now I just wanted to be with Dani and never let her go .

I set her down on the ground slowly and kiss her soft lips like there was no tomorrow .

"Baby how did you know I was here ?"I ask her

"Umm remember you shared your location with me ." She says softly, pecking my lips .

Oh shit I had forgotten about that .

"Dani, is everything ok with Liam ? Is he gonna talk?Or are you gonna have to keep him quiet ?" I bombarded her with questions

"Yes, I talk to Liam you don't have to worry about anything, ok ." She reassured me by placing her hand on my cheek.Making me melt into her .

"Dani maybe is better .." she put her index finger over my lips before I could even finish saying anything

"Don't you dare say that Edward Munson I love You please don't." She said almost as a whisper

"But Dani ." I couldn't deal with the fact that if we were to get caught she was one that was going to get hurt .

"Will be more careful. I'll move to another apartment. I don't care if I break my lease. I'll move somewhere else. I'll quit my job but I don't want to lose you Eddie ." She cried into my arms .

I rub her back up and down with my fingers and kiss the top of her head .

I didn't want to lose her either but what were we gonna do now that Liam knows and what did she get herself into with Liam .

"Ok I don't mean to interrupt but the sun is coming out and someone might see you guys ." Gareth said softly he was standing awkwardly with his hands inside his front pockets.

"Plus I'm freezing my balls." He chuckled awkwardly, making Dani laugh .

The day went super slow today for me. It was barely lunch time. I wanted to get the hell out of here and be with Dani because I could tell something was bothering her .

I went to sit in my usual Spot on the head of the hellfire table .I was the first to get there. I'm guessing the rest were getting lunch but right now I wasn't hungry .

I needed to know that Dani was ok

"Ding"

I pick up my phone and saw that I got a text from Dani

D:"Left you lunch in your locker pretty boy 🖤."

E:"You know flattery works with me ." I reply

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D:"oh shut it Edward Go get your lunch."

E:"You're not having lunch with The hellfire club today ?"

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D:"I don't know if that's a good idea ."

E:"We are not gonna be alone, it's gonna be the whole hellfire club ." I insisted

"D:ok come to the classroom and don't forget your lunch !!"

I got up really fast looking for the rest of the gang .To let them know Dani wanted us to eat with her in her classroom.

I eventually found them and told them to head to Dani's class.Dustin got really excited. He always loves spending time with his sister .

I went to get my lunch from my locker and realized that it was from my favorite diner. Once I grabbed the food I headed to Dani's class, the whole Hellfire club was already there arguing about a campaign .

I love seeing Dani talking about D & D. It's one of my favorite things about her .

I love how invested she was in the campaigns. I love how she furrowed her eyebrows when she is playing and the way she tries to Read my next move .

She was definitely the love of my life and one day I was gonna ask her to marry me .

Time skip

After school I followed Dani back home, keeping a few feet away from her car. She drove like a maniac. I think she drives worse than I do .

I needed To talk to her about that and right now it was snowing she needed to be more careful .I don't know why I worried too much if I myself drive like a maniac.When we finally arrived home she got down first and I waited 10 minutes before going in she had left the door unlocked for me even though I had a key already .she had probably forgotten.

When I walked in she was pacing around the living room mumbling things under her breath.

I hugged her waist from her back kissing the back of her head .

She immediately turns me around and kisses me passionately. I can never get tired of the way she kisses me, making me forget about everything .

If she only knew how weak she made me feel .

I picked her up from her thighs carrying her to the room placing her down slowly while I crawl on top of her kissing her neck searching for that weak spot I know she loves .

She let out a moan and that's when I knew I found that spot .

I love her so fucking much why did she have to be my teacher ?

Why did I have to fail all this time? Maybe if I hadn't failed I would be able to be with her without hiding our love .

"Is everything ok?" I asked through kisses

I really wanted her to tell me what was going on with her because since she talked to Liam she was too quiet .

"Later ." She responded

"Ok."

Right now I was Just going to enjoy this moment I have with her .

I leaned in and kissed her lips . They were tender .I pressed more firmly against her and she wrapped her arms around my neck .I groaned against her neck and she smiled knowing damn well what she does to me.I grip the back of her head wrapping a fist full of her hair around my fingers and crush our lips together .

I stood up taking off my jacket and shirt and she helped me unbutton my jeans pulling them down together with my boxers.

I Lean back down helping her take her shirt off as well as her jeans .

I gently take her panties off and throw them to the ground,I spread her legs open and I can see how ready she is for me.

"Is this all for me ?"my mouth was so close to her entrance and I know I'm making her weak with how wet she is .

I run my fingers through her folds and she throws her head back arching.I circle her clit before adding a finger inside of her, I saw how much she is enjoying it and I added another finger making her legs shake.

I keep my fingers inside of her while my thumb is running circles in her clit .

I go up and kiss her lips and down her chest leaving love bites where only I'm able to see them.I pick up my rhythm with my fingers .

Baby don't stop ,"she mewl ,i know she is close

So I accelerate the Rhythm of my fingers .

And I feel her release all over my hand .

Calling out my name .

I gently take my fingers out and bring them to my lips, sucking them Clean.

"Fucking Shit Eddie that was wow ."

I look up To her and gave her a smirk

"I'm not done with you baby ."

Tonight I was going to make her forget about everything .

I was gonna take care of her .

Next chapter

[ingrid-said-no]

and then, just like clockwork

pairing: edward nashton x reader

summary: reader has had a crush on Eddie for a long time, but when they found out someones going on a blind date with him, they had to do something.

warnings: reader is a bit weird 😟 mentions of an allergic reaction

a/n: this is supposed to be a prequel to a fic I wrote called "what if i told you im a mastermind" inspired by the new Taylor Swift song, but then one day I woke up and decided that fanfic looked ugly as fuck and that I'm never posting it, so I'm posting this one instead even though I wrote that one first. (Also why the fuck did I start the fanfic like that HELP you'll see)

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You had to shit so bad. But you also had to finish the pile of paperwork in 12 minutes. The ongoing internal debate of wether you should get up or not stopped when you realize you're already wasting that 12 minutes. A frustrated sigh escapes your lips as you grip both handles of your chair and struggle to push yourself out of it. You've been working for hours and your legs feel so numb.

The bathroom was a long walk, when you finally got there you were practically running to the toilet seat. You were zipping up your pants in the stall when a horde of clacking heels enter the bathroom.

"Come on Jan, promise me you'll go to that diner next week."

"I don't know.. are blind dates really that worth it?"

"No, but it still doesn't hurt to try. Plus, I heard the nashton guy is kinda cute so you'll be fine!"

You knew who they were talking about. He works in the station above yours, and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't find him attractive. There was something drawing you to him despite him not knowing you exist. You've always wanted to talk to him but could never muster up the courage, too nervous that you might stumble on your own words and mess things up. Now you realize that your chances could be taken away by anything, you knew you had to act fast.

Your hands quickly fixed your state and rushed out of the bathroom immediately. One, because you almost forgot about the work you had to finish in minutes. And two, because you had a scheme to strategize.

When you got home, you brewed a cup of coffee and immediately started planning. Now Jan, you work in the same office. She's been nice to you so far even if you didn't talk much, but it doesn't matter because you won't waste your chance with Eddie. Not again. You had to get rid of her, make sure she can't attend the blind date. How?

Whatever information about her you had in your brain, you dug for. You needed an advantage. Just to think clearly, you shut your eyes. And when you opened them, the answer was right in front of you.

Coffee. You were usually the person who gets asked to order coffee whenever you stand up from your desk, even when you aren't even gonna go outside. But you do what they tell you to anyway cause the smell of coffee is addictive, you couldn't pass down the opportunity to pass by the local coffee shop just down the street.

All of it fell naturally on your lap. Next time you bring her coffee, you could put something inside it to make sure she won't meet Eddie.

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It was finally the day of the blind date. You had successfully gotten rid of Jan, and it was easy. She wasn't poisoned or anything. It was just an allergic reaction to cinnamon. You 'accidentally' got her order wrong and one suspected it because it's a common mistake. It was perfect.

Already had an idea of which diner they were meeting at, you waited for him there. You knew Eddie would never step out of his own comfort zone, you knew he would pick a diner that he's most familiar with because it was the safest, and because he likes the pie there.

There you were, waiting. So was he. It was sad to see him down like that, but it was for the better. Eddie knew he'd get stood up, it's impossible to think that someone would be interested in him. Not impossible for you though, you wanted to know him more, and this was your chance.

You had ordered him a pumpkin pie from another table, and now watching his reaction to the waiter handing him the plate. He looked around to see who could've bought it for him. When his eyes landed on yours, you felt this electricity run throughout. You gave him a small wave and an awkward smile, and in return he gave you his own little wave and awkward smile. This is it.

You weren't sure if you blacked out, because one second you were just waving at him, then suddenly you were sitting across from him. Hearing him laughing at your stories and stupid jokes. It was like a dream. You weren't sure if you deserved it, but for now you didn't care, because you finally have him.

[charles-rxwlands]

the aftermath of 'i love you.'

this is the sequel to my fic how kaz would react to 'i love you.' which was basically all angst. spoiler alert: this is all angst, too.

pairing: kaz brekker/reader but not exactly (??) cause they've broken up so uh

rating: teen

word count: 1.5k (rounded up)

summary: what happened after you said 'i love you,' to kaz

tags: gender neutral!reader, angst, unhappy ending

warnings: swearing, self-deprecating thoughts, and i think that's it? but pls lmk if anything else is needed

read on ao3

a/n: the writing quality of this really went 📉📈📉 but in my defense i wrote most of this while my brother watched tommy innit videos at full volume so ofc i was distracted.

and fyi muzzen is not an oc, he's one of the minor minor characters in soc!

once again, feedback and reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy reading <3

Kaz's pov

He watched you from the other side of the room as you blatantly flirted with Muzzen. He had his glass of kvas (Jesper had begged for the club to order the ravkan mead for weeks) in a death grip. You ran your fingers through your hair, and smiled at something Muzzen had said. He tugged lightly on the collar of your jacket, making you laugh softly. Kaz's heart tightened, jealousy settling in his chest.

You looked happy, even as you conversed with the brainless bodyguard who probably couldn't count up to ten. Kaz hadn't been able to make you happy like that. But you had loved him anyway, and he had 'fucked you over', as you'd put it.

I love you.

You're a coward, Brekker.

Kaz let out something in between a sigh and a frustrated grunt. He drained the rest of his drink in one go, and set the glass down more violently than he'd intended. His scowl deepened, if that were even possible, when he sensex Inej slide into the seat next to him. He waited for her to speak, because he sure as hell wasn't going to initiate the conversation. What was there to say? You and him were over. And it was all his fault. 

"Kaz," Inej said. Her tone of voice was gentle - too gentle. He didn't want to be pitied, for fuck's sake. 

"What is it, Inej?" he snapped. 

"Tell me what happened between you and Y/n."

"Nothing to tell." He shrugged. 

Annoyance flickered over her face. "I care about you both, you know," she said. "I don't like seeing you two like this."

He gave her a withering look, if only to disguise the ugly feeling that flared up within him at her words. 

Don't care about me.

Don't love me.

You can't.

Kaz bit the inside of his cheek and hung his head. He studiously ignored Inej for a solid minute. At some point, he noticed that you and Muzzen had abandoned your corner table, most likely to go suck each other's faces off. The thought sent jolts of jealousy through his heart. 

"For Saint's sake- did she break your heart? Is that it?" she demanded, apparently having had enough of his silence.

He 'tsked' in annoyance, standing up abruptly. He snatched up his cane. "Maybe I broke hers," he muttered before walking off. He didn't want to answer questions today. Or ever.

Inej didn't follow him, and he was thankful for that. He trudged up the stairway, the rickety steps creaking under his weight. Emotions swirled within him, brewing up a storm. It was just a matter of time before he exploded, because as much as he hated to admit it, he was still human. Especially when it came to you. 

You had been one of the first people to see his humanity, and the last thing he wanted was to become another monster in your life.

But then again, maybe it was too late.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. He hissed, flinching backwards. "Watch it-," his next words died on his tongue when he looked up, and came face to face with you. For a few, painfully awkward moments, the two of you held eye contact. Your face was stony, but your e/c eyes betrayed some kind of emotion that Kaz couldn't be bothered to decipher right now.

"Sorry, Brekker," you apologised. Your tone was flat. "C'mon, Muzzen," you gestured for him to follow you back down with a jerk of your head.

His hand twitched at his side as you left, almost as if his body yearned for your presence. Your shoulders nearly touched - missing each other by less than a centimetre. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. 

Letting out another sharp breath, Kaz resumed the walk back to his room. His footsteps grew quicker and more urgent. Your name echoed in his mind, as well as the three words that had haunted him for days now. 

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He slammed the door behind him when he finally reached his quarters. His cane fell to the floor, although his gloves stayed on. He stumbled into the cramped bathroom, bracing two hands against the rusty sink. He twisted the tap open, ignoring the squeak of the old mechanism that would have otherwise annoyed him. A gentle stream of water flowed from the tap head, and he splashed some on his face. 

No, he thought stubbornly, I am not going to break down because of Y/n.

The despair that rattled inside of him said otherwise.

f only he had reacted better when you'd told him you loved him. If only he hadn't yelled at you and called you all those horrible things that weren't true about you in the slightest. You weren't selfish at all. You were the exact opposite. You were kind, and thoughtful, and understanding - so, so understanding of him and his endless baggage. And he had- he had ruined it all, because of his own cowardice.

You're a coward, Brekker.

I know, he thought, not for the first time. I'm sorry. 

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Your pov

"I- I'm sorry, Muzzen, but I think I'm gonna turn in for the night," you said to the bodyguard, smiling sheepishly. "I've got a bit of a headache."

"It's alright," he said, giving a half-hearted smile back. It was clear he didn't believe you. You didn't know if that was because your acting skills weren't as up to par as you thought, or because the bodyguard was smarter than you made him out to be.

You all but ran up the stairs, nearly sagging in relief as the door closed behind you. You suddenly couldn't stand the feeling of the fabric of your coat on your skin and shrugged it off; Kaz had bought it for you, because of course the reminder of him lingered everywhere you went.

Your room wasn't anywhere near big, but it was a good way away from Kaz's, and for the first time, you were grateful for that. You couldn't deal with him at the moment.

Wait, no, that came out wrong. It wasn't him specifically that you couldn't deal with, it was the bad memories (or, rather, memory, as there was one key shitshow that had ruimed everything) that came with him.

Oh, Saints, why, why, why had you told him you loved him? Things had been going so well! And then you- you fucked it up. Yes, you had blatantly blamed this on Kaz the day of the argument, but deep down, you knew you were the one at fault. 

Your heart ached every time you thought of him. You missed Kaz. So, so much. It hadn't escaped you how he had been eyeing you and Muzzen earlier in the evening. You could only hope that he was staring out of jealousy, and not devising some foolproof plan to get rid of you.

What would it take for Kaz to forgive you? Or had you fucked things up beyond repair? 

"Shit," you whispered, leaning your head against the wall. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. "Shit." You didn't know what exactly was 'shit'. Maybe the decision you came to moments later.

I'm going to apologise to him," you said to your empty room. "I will."

With a sniffle, you cracked open your door and slipped back outside. You had left your coat in a pile on the floor, making you vulnerable to the cold that pierced the empty areas of the Crow Club. Your feet carried you to Kaz's room naturally. You barely had to think about where you were going. Instead, you thought of Kaz himself. 

Kaz. Your fallen angel, you used to call him in your mind. You couldn't express how sorry you were. You didn't even know what you were sorry for. Loving him? Loving him, and saying it aloud? Loving him, and saying it aloud, because you were so sure he felt the same way? 

You had been being selfish. Kaz said so himself. Selfish and stupid. Of course Kaz didn't love you.

At last, you were in front of his door. You raised a fist to knock. Opened your mouth to call out. Except you did none of those. You just stood there, tears welling up in your eyes once again, a familiar pang of sadness in your chest. 

He wouldn't want to see you. How could he? This was your fault, wasn't it? It was your selfishness, and your wishful thinking that had gotten you two into this position. You missed him, but you wouldn't go as far as to think he missed you, too. If you attempted to apologise… would it really be for him? 

You wouldn't be selfish. Not again.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

You turned around, and walked away. 

[twjournals]

So Wrong It's Right

Sequel: What's Wrong is Right

Warning: dark!Peter Parker x reader, DUB-CON, manipulation, age gap, drinking

PLEASE READ MY WARNING BEFORE CONTINUING. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Any and all negativity will be blocked.

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You're an old troubled friend of May's. Your life consists of being a workaholic, a party animal, and bringing home the shittest of guys for a one-hit-wonder. Just when you get your life in order, you're knocked right back into your old habits. Peter has watched you suffer long enough. He can make it all better.

Your life was far from where you thought you would be. It was sad to say, but you were anything but a role model. Yet May still tolerated you, regardless of Peter. Maybe she used you as an example to show Peter what not to be or maybe she was just too good of a friend to leave you on your own. To say the least, your life was a mess but you could not be more grateful to have a friend like May.

"Peter, go get me a wet rag, please," May spoke quietly. Peter left your side once he helped May get you over to the couch. You were beyond the limits that someone should be drunk.

You were in a fit of hiccups, giggling to yourself as May bent down to take off your heels. You had far too many drinks, that much was clear.

"Maaay, you.." you hiccupped, "are suuuch a good.." you hiccupped again, "friend."

May shook her head with a sigh, taking in the drunken sight of you. She was not sure how you managed to let yourself get this far gone, but every time you would drink, this is how you ended up. Either you had zero limits or you loved to push the limits you did have.

"Pet-" May started to call over her shoulder, but Peter was already hurrying in the room with his hands full.

"I'm here, Aunt May." Peter reminded and she watched as Peter sat the trash can nearby the couch. He then placed the bottle of water on the table with some medicine for the headache he knew would come with your awake in the morning. He kneeled down beside you on the couch, pressing the rag to your forehead.

May only smiled to herself as she pulled the blanket from its spot on the back of the couch and pulled it over your figure. She didn't say anymore. Peter had seen his Aunt May take care of you many nights when you were so shit-faced it was a wonder you could still see faces.

Your head was propped up against a pillow on the couch as Peter wiped your forehead with the cool rag. Your skin was burning up. Peter could not help but wonder how you let yourself get like this. You were quite a few years younger than May, but it amazed him how different the two of you were to be the best of friends.

You were fast asleep in no time, making Peter smile as his eyes gazed over your face. He had always thought you were so beautiful. Too precious to be taken advantage of by the guys you went after. He witnessed many nights when you had told Aunt May about a new guy you had hooked up with. Everyone knew it was nothing more than a one-night stand, but Peter could not help but hate any guys that touched you only for only their benefit.

It was not until you had eventually settled down with a guy you had met from one of your nightstands that you finally stopped ending up on May's couch. You had moved on with your life, still keeping in contact with May every now and then. You were happy. Not just the sex but he was truly seemed like a guy you could see yourself spending forever with.

You had stopped drinking. You had stopped going out to parties. After the first year, you had moved into the city and got an apartment together. Another year later, you guys were engaged and everything seemed to fall into place. After 3 years, the wedding was right around the corner.

Your world moved at a quicker pace now considering all the things you needed to get done before the wedding. In between work and house chores, you were planning for your big day.

As time went by, you were so wrapped up in your own little world you did not notice the slow-burning flame in your partner slowly being put out. While your plans had been coming together, your relationship was falling apart. You had for the most part ignored all the signs and assumed he was having a bad day. It amazed you how many he was having. When you would try to talk to him, it seemed useless since you could never get him to talk about it. In reality, it all brewed into something bigger. It all hit you like a ton of bricks.

You had been working later hours than usual for extra money. It wasn't cheap, but you had told yourself it was okay to want the things you wanted. After all, this was going to be your first and hopefully wedding. You wanted everything to be perfect. You even tried to get opinions from your fiance to include his vision of it, but he insisted you were better at this sort of thing. You couldn't argue with that.

You wrapped up your work at the office fairly early so you decided to call it a night and surprise your fiance. You felt like everything was on track. One night worry-free was much needed. You had earned it.

You pushed open the front door to your apartment before walking through the living room into the kitchen. You sit your keys on the counter, placing your bag on the stool by the counter. You peered around the apartment for a moment. All the lights were off and it was quiet. Had he already gone to bed? You checked the time.

7:13pm

You were surprised you did not hear his game or at least him yelling at it. You started down the hallway to the bedroom you shared, staring at the closed door. Why was it closed when it was just him? You shook the thought a little too soon. Maybe if you had just thought a little longer, you would have prepared yourself for what was on the other side.

You pushed the door open just a little to see inside when you heard a faint moan from the other side. Your heart stopped. You stood in shock taking in the sight of the man you were in love with hovered over another girl in your bed under your covers. Your face was hot in embarrassment, anger. You were feeling so many things right now you could not think straight. You were hurt.

"Are you serious??" You blurted out, causing them both to jump to try and cover themselves.

"You're sick, Chris." She shoved his chest, pushing him off of her as she quickly got out of the bed. "He told me you guys were no longer together."

She scowled as she hurried to gather her clothes off the floor and pulling them on. If it were even possible, your eyes could have burned holes through the girl. You were in disbelief. Your jaw would have already been on the floor if it wasn't connected to your face.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbled, embarrassed as she hurried past you out of your apartment.

You were left to deal with Chris. You starred at him with tears kissing your eyes.

"I-"

You took a deep breath, shaking your head. "Don't."

"I can explain." He started to get out of the bed to dress.

"There's nothing to explain, Chris." You stared at him, trying to restrain yourself from coming across the room and punching him in the face for acting like an explanation could even justify his actions.

"She meant nothing to me." He started to walk over to you.

“You told her we weren’t together. How is that nothing?”

“It felt like we weren’t. You were so busy.” He tried to touch your arm but you shoved his hand away.

"Don't you dare think about touching me when you were just touching another woman." You looked at him with dark eyes, struggling to fight back the cry. He wasn't worth your tears. "I want you to get out."

"Get out?! Where am I gonna go?"

"I don't know." You shrugged your shoulders. "Maybe you could have thought that through."

He frowned, running his fingers through his hair frustrated. "It doesn't have to be like this. Can't we just talk this out?"

"No!" You shouted at him, making his eyes grow wide. You could tell he wasn't telling this as seriously as you. "I don't want to look at you right now." You turn to leave the room, but he grabs your arms to turn you to face him.

"Please. Look, I can- I can stay on the couch tonight. I'll give you your space and when you're ready we can talk about it. I was wrong for that. I fucked up and I'm sorry." You yanked yourself from his hold.

"You can give me space by leaving. Pack yourself a bag and go."

"I love you, Y/n. I never meant to hurt you."

You shook your head as your eyes wandered over the bed to where they once were before meeting his eyes. "You mean you never meant to get caught."

He sighed before hanging his head in defeat and walking by you to gather up some of his things. You didn't move from your spot. Only stared at the mess of a bed. The place you made love to him while he made love to another. You listened to the front door close behind him on his way out before you finally covered your face, letting the tears fall.

For days, weeks, all you could seem to do was feel sorry for yourself. You couldn't find the strength to get out of bed. No matter how many calls you received, you let them ring through to voicemail. Everything you had felt for him was in ruins. You changed for him. You let yourself grow for him and even that wasn't enough. After all the time you spent picking up after him, cooking, cleaning, planning, staying loyal for crying out loud. You didn't know what else he could of you.

You had called off the wedding in the time you stayed closed up in your apartment. Even took some time off of work to handle it all. You took that time to gather every piece of him scattered around the apartment and packed it up. You wanted to end this as painless as possible aside from the pain you were already feeling. You had thrown away the sheets and replaced them, even get a new comforter and it still didn't feel the same anymore to lay in your bed. You stared at your phone beside you as it lit up for what felt like the hundredth time. You finally sighed, lifting the phone. You knew without even looking at the name it was from him.

You canceled the wedding? It doesn't have to be like this. I still love you, Y/n. You were so busy with work and all the planning. You abandon me. Whenever I wanted your attention, you were always too tired to pay any attention to me.

It's like the girl I fell in love with was gone. Some time ago, you couldn’t keep your hands off of me now it’s like I have to beg you to touch me.

You're being selfish.

You can't be THAT mad, Y/n. I’m a man. I have needs. You were busy and she was willing to help. We can fix this. Don’t give up 3 years. Don’t give up on me.

There were loads more, but you could not care to bother reading the rest. You tossed your phone back down on the bed, rubbing your hands over your face. You didn't owe him anything, not even a response. The girl he was talking about was not gone. She was only on hold to plan a wedding by herself and it was more stressful than he knew. You wanted to forget everything that had happened. You wanted to forget you wasted 3 years of your life planning on growing old with this man.

--

You weren't sure how you had got this far and with that being said, May wasn't either. You had talked May into joining you to a night out at a club. She needed a night to herself and you needed a break from everything. Along with that, if you had stayed inside that house a moment longer, you might have gone insane.

"You're going to be hammered if you keep on like that." May reminded with a laugh, both of you clinging onto the bar and each other for the extra support. You thanked the bartender as he pushed your last round of shot glasses in front of the two of you.

You smiled, passing a glass to May before keeping one for yourself.

"We can only hope." You winked at the bartender who only chuckled before clinking your shot glass with hers and downing your shot.

Your throat was already numb from all the alcohol you had already numbed it with. May wasn't far behind you. You took your final shot, grinning and pulling May along with you to the dancefloor to get lost in the sea of people. You threw your arms around May's, moving your hips as you both danced to the music.

This was the therapy you needed. Sometimes you had longed for nights like this. You had freedom. You had no worries, aside from worrying who you might wake up beside. But you had fallen in love and even though you had grown up, you had not nearly grown out of this lifestyle. It was all too familiar.

"Hey! I'm going to the bathroom! I'll be back!" May moved closer to you, raising her voice to be heard over the loud music. You nodded, watching her pushing her way through the crowd of people to get to the ladies' bathroom before easing yourself back into your dancing.

You swayed, grinding your hips with the rest of the crowd. You weren't the slightest bit bothered to be dancing by yourself. You used to lose yourself on the dancefloor for hours days after days years ago.

"I've missed this." You heard a familiar voice speak from behind you, startling you when their hands landed on your hips with your sway. They pulled you back against them, catching you off guard. "I've missed you." He mumbled in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You peaked over your shoulder to make sure your mind was not playing tricks on you. It wasn't. You prayed it was an old one-night stand, but of course, it was the one person you were trying to get away from.

"It doesn't work like that, Chris." You dropped your hands down to his on your hips, trying to push them off your hips but they only hold you tighter. "Get- get off of me." You gritted through your teeth as your eyes glared at him. "Get off!" You raised your voice.

"Now, now, let's not cause a scene. You've had quite a bit to drink haven't you?" He wrapped your arms around your figure, making your blood run cold as his body pressed to yours.

"That's none of your business."

"I'm your fiance. You are my business."

"Ex." You corrected him. His nose flared slightly.

"You really want to go there? You're nothing without me. You're shit-faced in the middle of the club and you can't even accept my help?" He growled and you pushed on his arms.

"I don't need your help."

"You're drunk. You don't know what you need." He spat.

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted your argument. "I think I've got it from here." You looked up to put a face to the voice, your eyes widening slightly.

"And you are?" Chris didn't budge while staring down Peter as if challenging him.

Peter was reaching his hand out for yours. "Her boyfriend." You stared up at Peter in shock at how much he had changed over the years and he smiled reassuringly.

Chris stiffed slightly and you could feel his eyes burning a hole into you. "Is that true?"

You didn't take your eyes off of Peter, taking a hold of his hand and letting him pull you out of Chris's arms. "Yes." Your voice was hushed.

Chris scowled. "Wow. I wish you luck there, man. She's a real catch." He laughed, making you look down. You couldn't believe he was really trying to ruin your night when he had already ruined everything else.

Peter only snaked his arm around your waist, letting his hand settle on your hip while his eyes never left Chris's. "She certainly is." He agreed. He gave your body a warm squeeze, grabbing you closer into his embrace. "Now, if you'll excuse us."

With that, he guided you through the crowd off of the dance floor.

"You okay?" He finally broke the silence once he got you back to the bar, sitting you down on one of the stools.

You nodded, letting your eyes wander up to him as he motioned the bartender over. "I'm just curious as to why you're here right now. Aren't you supposed to be in college?"

He smiled as he pulled out his wallet to pay your tab and you grabbed his hand, shaking your head. "No, no. I can pay for my own."

"What if I insist?"

"You don't have to, honestly. I have money."

You started to reach into your purse for some cash but Peter covered your hand, giving you another reassuring smile.

"You'll have plenty of other times to pay. I'll get it this time." He reminded you and you sighed in defeat, giving him a playful scowl. He only grinned, proceeding to pull some cash from his wallet to give to the bartender.

"You didn't answer my question." You continued as he turned back to you.

"I'm still college. I just sometimes stay with Aunt May on the weekends."

"And you just so happened to be here?"

Peter chuckled, pointing in May's direction as she stumbled over her feet returning back to the two of us. "Aunt May called."

You raised your eyebrow, looking over at May as she stood beside you now. "You called Peter?"

"Someone has to get you back home." She reminded you and you hit her arm slightly, tilting your head.

"May, I could have got a taxi or an uber. You didn't have to call him for me." You scowled at her and she shook her head in a tsking manner.

"No, no, no. I called Peter so I can rest assured you got home safely and not by some random stranger."

You rolled your eyes slightly and Peter butted in with an awkward chuckle. "I really don't mind. I don't consider this anything out of the way. I'd rather it be me than some stranger or someone." He noticed him giving the floor a swift scan around the three of you.

"Fine." You pouted your bottom lip slightly before rising from your seat at the bar. "You guys make me feel irresponsible or something." You grabbed a hold of May's arm and pulling her with you to the exit of the club while Peter followed behind the two of you.

"Are you coming?" You muttered over to May and she shook her head.

"Happy is here." Just as the words left her mouth when you started out the door, you spotted Happy parked in front of the building to pick up May. "Peter isn't too bad of a driver." You stopped in front of Happy's car.

"Oh goody, rest secured." You muttered and she laughed. Your arms looped around May's neck, hugging her tight. "I'm so glad to have you back. Message me when you get home." You told her and Happy a quick goodnight before letting her go.

Peter led you over to his car, unlocking the car and opening the passenger side for you. You settled comfortably in the front seat, leaning your head back against the headrest. You didn't like how it felt as if you couldn't take care of yourself, but you were in no position to complain when Peter Parker had yet again saved the day.

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Peter glanced over at you in the passenger seat from time to time as he drove the distance to your apartment. He tried to keep the glances quick to keep you from noticing. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. It had been years since he had actually seen you, but you seemed like the Y/n he still remembered. Not that it was anything bad. He adored you then, and now a bit more.

He had always had the hots for you for as long as you remembered. Of course, you never minded when you ended up staying with him and Aunt May. You were always kind to Peter and he did his best to nurse you back to health to take on the hangover that awaited you the next morning.

He had never forgotten what you said to him one day while you were sick from the night before. You had been clinging onto the toilet and he had taken the opportunity to hold your hair back out of your face to keep from getting anything in it.

You sighed as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. You leaned against the toilet miserably. That was the day you learned to stay away from tequila.

"I hope I meet a guy at least half as amazing as you someday, Peter."

No doubt did the compliment find its way to his cheeks. He blushed a deep shade of red. He tried to restrain himself from making a big deal but it was a big deal to him. Though he knew he didn't stand a chance right now with his age, it meant if he had been of age, he had a chance. He thought about it even when you had stopped coming around so much. He knew this was all a coping method for you. You were hurting then and he could tell by the way you seemed toward the guy back there that there was more to that counter.

He noticed your shiver as you stared out the window. You mentally cursed yourself for wearing something this revealing. You rubbed your arms to try to warm yourself a little. Peter reached behind him in the back seat to retrieve a hoodie of his he always forgot in the car and handing it to you.

"Here." He offered before fumbling with the heat in the car. He smiled at your quiet thank you, putting your arms in the hoodie and pulling it close for warmth with putting it all the way on. He tried to control the big grin threatening to break across his face.

"I'm sorry you had to keep seeing me like this." You looked over at Peter as he kept his eyes on the road. He didn't realize how thankful you were for him in times like this. It was embarrassing how many times this had happened but you were still thankful Peter didn't think any less of you.

"You really don’t have to apologize.” He smiled at her before turning his attention back to the road.

“I really do though. I feel like you’ve taken care of me enough. I’m grown, you know? It should be the other way around.” You giggled and Peter glanced over at you.

“I’m 21.” He reminded you.

“And I’m pushing 30.”

“You’re 28. You’re still young.” He chuckled.

“Almost 29!” You huffed as he pulled into the parking lot to your apartment. “My point is- you know what my point is.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your frustration. Your age didn’t matter to him. He could always settle for his MJ, his best friend, but seeing you tonight relit the flame to his crush for you. There was just something about you.

He parked the car in the parking lot, walking around to your side to open the door for you. You slid your arms out of his hoodie and leaving it in the seat as he helped you out of the car. You could feel the shots hitting you all at once when you stood. You stumbled out in your heels, grabbing onto Peter’s arms for support.

“Easy now.” He held onto your waist as he guided you to your apartment, asking for your keys. He took your keys when you dug them out of your pocket, letting you in your apartment.

You couldn’t help but notice all the little things he did for you. You kicked off your heels at the door, stumbling over your own two feet again as you wandered down the hallway to your bedroom. You could hear Peter in the kitchen getting you a bottle of water from the fridge along with some medicine from the medicine cabinet.

You sat on the bed when you hear his footsteps coming down the hallway toward the bedroom. You looked up at him, pouting your bottom lip out slightly when you saw him with a bottle of water and medicine for the headache to come.

He set them down on your nightstand, noticing your pout. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Peter, you’re seriously too good to me.” You sighed.

“How’s that?” He looked down at you as he towered over you.

You motioned over to the stuff he had placed on your nightstand and frowning. “All of this. You- you really didn’t have to do this for me.”

“You’re right I don’t. But I want to. I would want it done for me if I were ever in your shoes.”

You laughed slightly at the thought of Peter drunk and you smiled to yourself. “I would definitely be there anytime you needed me.”

You thought back to all the time you had ever been drunk, remembering all the time you woke up to water and medicine from him. Only from him. Even a trash can in case you were to ever get sick, but you never got that with Chris. You always took care of him, but no one ever took care of you. You shook your head with a frown. You had tried so hard to hold it together, but it felt like you were slowly falling apart. He wasn't worth your tears, yet he was always the cause of them.

He kneeled down in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Talk to me. Everything okay?”

You couldn’t stop the words from coming out. “Why am I never enough?”

His eyes widened at your words. “You are more than enough and anyone who doesn’t see that, who doesn’t appreciate you and the things you do for them doesn’t deserve you.” He corrected you, his thumb stroked over your jaw as he held your face to keep your attention.

You didn't know what to say. All you could do was stare. Your eyes scanned over his face before stopping at his lips. Don't. Don't you do it. You mentally told yourself. You couldn't control the effect the alcohol had on your mind and your actions. You tried to fight back the urge but the alcohol only pushed down the buriers you had built.

Your lips smashed against his firmly, catching him by surprise. He was frozen about your lips for a first, in shock, this was actually happening but he surely gave in the kiss. Your hands grabbed at the back of his neck and pulling him onto the bed with you without breaking the hungry desperate kiss. His body hovered over yours as your fingers curled against his shirt, gripping on it. You knew it was wrong. It was so wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

Your smaller hands slid underneath his shirt, brushing your hands over his defined abs. He was sculpted by a God. He knew he should stop, but he couldn't find it in him to stop. He didn't want to miss his chance to prove himself to you. He wanted to take care of you.

Your lips parted for air even though you left like you could hardly catch your breath when his lips started to kiss down your neck. Your hands tugged on his shirt until you started to pull it up and over your head.

His hands pushed your tight dress up the curves of your body, tossing it beside the bed once he peeled it from your body. Your lips still tingled from the loss of his and you whined quietly, your hand grasped the curls at the nape of his neck to bring his lips back to yours.

He kissed your lips passionately and letting your lips mold together. He could taste the alcohol on your tongue but it didn't bother him any. He had dreamed of this moment since he was a teen. Your fingers worked desperately to undo his jeans, feeling his bulge already through his pants before your hands pushed his pants off of his hips along with your boxers.

You were so desperate. You couldn't stop the whine that escaped against his lips. "Peter, please..." His cock twitched at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

He dragged your panties down your legs swiftly, placing himself back between them when he spread them open again. He peppered light kisses to your lips as he dragged the tip of precum-coated tip through your folds, not wasting any time to give you what you wanted.

You cried out as you clung to Peter's bareback, feeling his cock stretching you in all the ways you craved. You moaned out, letting him swallow them in a kiss as his hips rolled into yours again and again. He sighed in pleasure against your lips as your walls invited him in. You were even better than he could have imagined.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. His lips covered your body in his kisses, admiring every part of your body as it sang for him. This was nothing like what you used to. He pressed small kisses against your bottom lip, nibbling on it as your core ached with a building climax. Your legs wrapped around his hips, causing you to gasp at the deeper strokes.

Your head fell back against the pillows, a loud moan drawing from your parted lips. Your fingers held onto Peter's hair as he hit that spot over and over, making your eyes roll slightly. You needed so badly for him to stop, but you couldn't bring the words to the surface.

"Oh my god..." Your core tightened with every deep thrust. His cock touched parts of you no guy had ever. You had never felt a climax so fast or so strong. "Please don't stop..." You couldn't fight the words from coming out. Your grip tightened on his dark hair, feeling yourself falling apart with an orgasm with every thrust.

"You're so pretty when you cum." He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He was not far behind you by the way your walls sucked him in, milking him for all he was worth.

"Do it again. I want to make you cum again." He groaned against your chest as his tongue dragged over your hardened nipple, flicking his tongue against it teasingly before letting out a groan against your warm skin. He didn't want it to stop. He didn't want it to end. "You feel so good, Y/n..."

His hand reached between the two of you, rolling his fingers over your clit in circles. You gripped onto his wrist at the overpowering feeling. You were soaked to the core. This man made you crumble.

"I-I'm gonna cum.." His voice cracked slightly as your walls clenched around him tight In your second orgasm, pushing him over the edge into his first. His cum filled you full, marking you as he pressed delicate kisses across your neck while praising you in the process. "So beautiful, so perfect."

Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, smiling to yourself when Peter laid down on the bed behind you. He wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you back against his chest.

It only took a matter of seconds for sleep to claim you as Peter pulled a blanket over the both of you tiredly. It was only a matter of time before the morning came to rain on your parade. Bringing along the guilt and regret that followed.

[hollandsmushroom]

Can i make a request for Tom please? One where the reader is heavily pregnant and her and Tom are discussing who they're gonna have in the delivery room. Reader wants her mum there because obviously but she doesn't want Tom's mum there and he gets quite upset and offended by this and can't see where she's coming from when she says she's uncomfortable with it?

Don't Want Her To See || T.H.

Word Count: 521

Warnings: Pregnancy stuff, a lil shouting, mentions of poop

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“So we have the hospital bag packed for when I go into labor, and you know to call my mom as soon as I start contractions so she can meet us at the hospital when I get there” you explain, mindlessly brewing yourself a cup of herbal tea so you could calm down a little, anxiety at the expectant child currently bulging in your stomach. Skin stretched taught over your womb as you turned to face Tom who was currently sitting at the kitchen island, watching you with intent eyes.

“What about my mom?” Tom inquires, setting his coffee down and looking at you, admiring the swell of your stomach and the waddle in your step.

“What about her?” you ask, taking small steps towards sitting next to him, his head following you as you move. “We can call her on the way to the hospital-”

“Isn’t she gonna be in the delivery room with us?” he asks and that made you turn fully towards him, the tea stilling in your mouth as you took a sip, scalding your tongue, you felt frozen, what were you supposed to say. “Y/n? You okay, babes?” Tom asks, standing from his seat to be in front of you, taking your tea from your hands and setting it on the counter next to you.

“Um yeah, I just-I don’t know if I am comfortable with your mom being there” you mutter, not meeting his gaze, missing how his face soured at your words, but definitely noticing how he pulls away from your body.

“What do you mean?” His voice sounds affronted, wounded even, the fry in his voice making you look him in the eye.

“Well ya know, I just don’t know how I feel about it, like I don’t know if I want your mom there for all that”

“Why wouldn’t you want her there like, this is her grandchild, Y/n, doesn’t she have a right to be there?”

“Your mother has no right to my body Tom!” you were getting agitated and apprehensive.

“Yeah, I get that but what about how I feel, Y/n!” Tom was raising his voice at you, he never did that, especially since you had gotten pregnant.

“Well frankly, Thomas, I don’t care because I want to be as comfortable as I possibly can be while I push a human out of my vagina!” you shout, you are high strung, hormones and emotions running high.

“Y/n, I know you care how I feel, I don’t get why you are being so defensive about this” Tom was softer again.

“Well maybe because I don’t want your mom to watch we tear my fucking ass hole open and my eyes get bloodshot from pushing, maybe I don’t want your mom to see me SHIT MYSELF” you emphasize your point by poking him in the chest, bumping your nose against his as you get as close to him as possible with your belly separating the both of you.

“Well that I can understand” Tom hums, brushing his lips against yours gently as his hands run over your belly.

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[adelior]

Name: Unconditionally

Author: R. Adelio

Genre: Romance, Minecraft, Comedy, Fluff

Main Lead: Technoblade, Dreamwastaken

Female Lead: Reader

Chapter: 1

Special Addition: Tchnomaid

Letters: 10,718

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"I'm bored" You mumbled into your palm as you kept your gaze on the papers that were set up in front of you. "It's your fault for trespassing their area, [Name]. You should know by now how strict Dream is with the boundaries of the countries." Wilbur interpreted, his brows furrowing by the second. "They could have killed you."

"I'm sorry, I was just curious" Hearing you apologize, he softened up and groaned. Wil patted your shoulder with a somewhat forced smile before leaving the room. "Make sure to finish brewing the potions by the end of the day. For now," He looked back, nodding his head. "I'll see you around, [Name]."

"You too, Wil" Sighing, you turned to look at the blonde-haired boy who stood awkwardly in the corner. "Well uh, that went well at least!" Slamming your first, you startled Tommy as he shrieked. "I got in trouble in YOUR PLACE-"

"Yeahhhh, about that, I'm sorry!" Tommy shook you by the shoulders, a grin spreading across his face. "I'll make it up to you okay? I'll set you up on a date with Wilbur if it makes you feel any better" Your cheeks darkened, giving the kid a pathetic slap as you covered the bottom half of your face.

"It's really nothing like that. I don't.. like him.." The last part of your sentence was muttered, and as usual, the boy who knew of your feelings let out a hollering laugh. "I knew it! Who would have fucking thought that you'd fall for Wil! Out of all people!"

"LOOK-" You turned to face him, your face getting hotter and hotter the more you thought about it. "I have my reasons okay! He's a good guy, and on top of that, he's an amazing friend"

"An amazing friend you say? He's also one hell of a fucking leader that's for sure. But enough about your crush let's go out and play with Tubbo!" Dismissing him with a single wave, you gave your best sympathetic smile. "Sorry Tommy, but I have to finish brewing these potions by the end of the day. I can't afford to be disciplined by Wil again"

"Hm, whatever, fine" The boy shrugged, leaving you alone. "THIS ISN'T THE END WOMAN! You will join me and Tubbo on our conquest sooner or later!" You chuckled, smiling at his childish behavior. "Yeah, yeah, now go on and have fun"

You can hear him shout out loud, laughing as he tackled what you perceive to be Tubbo. "I never wanna leave" The sentence that slipped out of your mouth caught you off guard. Despite being an outsider to their nation, they treated you with respect and saw you as a member of their group.

Sitting back down, you continued to flip through the pages of the book. Studying the recipes and applying the specific ingredients to each bottle. "Oh shit, I ran out of spider eyes" Cursing, you stood up to walk towards the door, looking out into the hallway. "Niki!" You shouted from your office, capturing the woman's attention. "Yes, [Name]?"

"Do you know if we have any spider eyes left in the chest room? Or have we completely run out of it" She pondered for a second, answering once she finished checking her inventory. "I don't think we have any more spider eyes. I'm also not carrying any with me sadly"

"Oh, that's alright. I can just outside and kill some spiders myself" Pushing yourself forward to one of your chests, you opened it and took some resources. A bow, 10 arrows, and full iron armor apart from your golden shoes. "[Name], you don't need to go out and kill some on your own. It's dangerous at night"

"Exactly, which is why I plan to go to the Piglin market to trade some gold for a few stacks of spider eyes" Niki shook her head in denial, refusing to let you pass by. "That's even more dangerous! We're humans, we can't go inside there unless we have the King's permission. And usually, we'd have knightly escorts to go around with us"

"True, but I can slip in and slip out without being noticed" You shrugged on your hood, a robe that covered your full body apart from your face. "I can hide with this, besides if they aren't able to tell that I'm human they'll never be able to report it to the king"

"Al..right.." The short-haired girl had a troubled expression on her face, but nevertheless, let you pass. "Good luck! Please come home safely" You turned to give her a single nod, a reassuring smile that was enough to calm her down. "I promise, so don't worry about me okay?"

And so you left, walking to the basement of your home where the Nether Portal stood tall. You gulped at the mere sight of it, how mysterious yet alluring. The purple particles only making it look majestic. "beautiful.." You muttered as you slowly entered, the change of temperature really hit you hard. It was hot, humid compared to how it felt in the overworld. "Goddamn how do piglins live like this"

"Shocking, right?" A male voice erupted from the silence, causing you to stiffen. "I'm assuming you're not used to traveling to the Nether." You slowly turned around, only to be met with a man with dirty blonde hair. "Pardon?" You tilted your head, staring at his smiling mask. "Nothing, would you like me to escort you and keep you safe?"

"And what makes you think I'd trust a stranger" You questioned, earning a chuckle from the man. "You're not as dumb as you look. But don't worry you're not my type, I won't do anything."

"WH-" His hand went over your mouth in a flash, he moves fast for a person with netherite armor, and on top of that a black robe. "Keep your voice down, first rule when entering the Nether World is to never bring unnecessary attention to yourself."

"Got it" Your voice was muffled from his large hand, he stepped back before leading the way, making sure that you were tailing right behind him. "The second rule, make sure to always be with somebody. Never travel alone or you'll die in an instant without somebody keeping you safe."

"Safe? Is the Nether really dangerous for you to say that?" Observing his reaction, you realized how sharp his jawline was. You can't peak through the mask but his mouth was fully exposed. "Yes, I take it you've never looked into this dimension?"

"Well, to be fair I've only heard of the Nether. This is my first time actually setting foot into the portal" The man's mouth pulled back into a dumbfounded snarl, almost as if he was silently judging you for your actions. "Weird." Was all he said before nudging you forward. "We're here, keep your guard up. What are you here for exactly?"

"I'm here to trade gold for a few stacks of spider eyes" He sighed, pulling your hood closer to your face. "You do realize you could have killed a few spiders in the overworld without having to come here."

"Uh, not really the best in combat you see" You admitted, darting your attention to the passing piglings who stood at least 5 feet taller than the man leading the way. Their species were large and brute compared to humans, they were cool but dangerous to interact with. "What the hell were you thinking when you decided to come here without somebody to guide you."

"I honestly have no clue" You stared at the man with a blank face, earning a disappointed grunt from him. "Well, turn around Princess because we just arrived at the Mob looting store. Stay out here, I'll get the eyes for you."

"Wait a second- I feel bad you're the one who led me here and protected me-" The man that accompanied you patted your head with one of the most genuine smiles you've ever seen. Despite him being awfully mysterious, he has shown nothing but kindness all throughout your journey. "Don't worry about it. Just stay here and don't run off anywhere. It's even more dangerous inside because piglins tend to fight over items."

Fidgeting with your hands, you finally agreed. The blonde took that as an agreement and stepped into the store. You were left to stay outside, leaning against the wall that was nearest to the door. A few seconds passed, and yet you were still outside waiting. You were beginning to think that the man who you walked with abandoned you.

"Ex..c.." A piglin with long pink hair muttered, his hand reaching for you. "Excu.." You stepped aside, worried that the mob was here to harm you. The more you stared at him the more you realized he was one of them, but one that looked more human. "Is there something you need?" You questioned the man, earning a nod. "What is it?"

"Do you.. Do-" Before he was able to finish his sentence, your eyes widened in realization. You swung your right hand to open your inventory, taking out a gold bar to hand over to him. 'I heard piglins liked gold, maybe he'll leave me alone if I gave him one' Was what you thought as you urged the hybrid to take it.

He looked at you back and forth, debating whether or not he should accept it. "Take it, it's alright I have plenty of where that came from" The man in front of you hesitantly took the gold into his hands, his eyes widening when he realized how shiny and well kept the item was.

"You..-"

"Hey." The man who accompanied you shouted once he exited the shop, pulling out his netherite sword. "Back off."

"Hey wait! He didn't do anything wrong, leave him be" You pushed the blonde male back slightly, apologizing to the other person with a forced smile. "Let's just head back before we get caught!" Turning around, you tangled your fingers with his and ran away, waving the piglin goodbye.

"What are you doing." He asked, narrowing his eyes from under the mask. "You said to keep attention away from us so I am-"

"I wasn't even that loud." You turned to glare at him. "It got a lot of people's attention" The man laughed, swooping you into his arms, and began to speed up his pace. "You're a good listener." He complimented, a smile fighting to break through his irritated expression.

It took time for the two of you to finally reach the same Nether portal from before. The blonde slowly lowered you onto your feet, handing the bag of spider eyes into your chest. "Here, it's heavy so make sure to hold it with both hands."

"Thank you.." You muttered, gladly taking the bag with a smile. "Say, um.. I never caught your name?" Before the man was able to walk away, he turned to look at you one last time before telling you his name. "Clay, the name's clay."

"Clay?"

"I'll see you around." With that, he pushed you into the portal. You fell onto your back once you were transported over to the overworld, lying there with staggering breaths. "I never got to tell him my name though" But once you sat up, the Nether Portal's liquid-like wall disappeared. The particles were being sucked into the middle, and the doorway to hell was disappearing.

"What the..-"

"[NAME!]" You hear your name being called out by what sounds to be Wilbur. Turning to look over your shoulder, you see the whole group running towards you with a worrying expression. "You're back!"

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[ggukseoulcafe]

— moon that smiles | knj

pairing: kim namjoon x reader

genre: ex-boyfriend!namjoon, angst

summary: It's been exactly 8 months and 14 days since you last saw the moon. Since you saw that smile. Since you saw him.

word count: 878

warnings: none, except the angst.

a/n: it's here, my first ever writing. and i'm like, really nervous. this is barely edited bcs i almost didn't wanna post it bcs i'm nervous. if you like it, it'd be great if you leave any kind of feedback! and if you don't, i'm sorry this even exists sjkhdkash

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It's been exactly 8 months and 14 days since you last saw him before today. Not that you've been counting or anything. You just happen to remember. Good memory and shit. Yeah. That's the only reason.

Your heart feels heavy because you're just nostalgic, no other reason.

Because of course it's normal to feel nostalgic, seeing your ex after months of absolutely no contact. It's a valid reason, you point out to yourself.

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Namjoon looks so different today. Just the same and yet, so different. Hair shorter, the drink in his hand different than his usual and his smile? You've never seen that smile before. Can people suddenly develop new ways of smiling? And is it normal to get your breath knocked out of you because you find said smile stunning? Probably not.

But perhaps what had your heart falling to the pits of your stomach was his hand holding a woman you don't recognize. She's pretty, beautiful. He's really looking at her. You know that look. You know it's genuine adoration. He seems happy. Oh he's smiling again too. Does he have a smile reserved just for her? Huh.

Well why do you care? It's none of your business. You look the other way and get lost in the loud music booming throughout the club, in an effort to take your mind off the very thing that's making you feel like you just swallowed a knife.

Your try to focus your mind and your eyes on what's in front of you. But really, how can a bunch of people making out and rubbing against each other compete with that gut-wrenching view behind you? No, no.

You've got to focus. Focus, ____. You tell yourself.

You look ahead once again.

Oh is that guy walking towards you? Hmm. He looks good but nothing that Namjoon can't match, hell go beyond. Then again, are you supposed to compare random guys with Namjoon? Probably not.

You try to smile coyly towards the stranger when he reaches you. He looks amused, you note. Hands reaching to grab your waist, he asks for your name. You don't hear any of it as you wonder if Namjoon can see this.

And just like that, you know it's a fail.

Then, its all a blur of you apologising to the stranger, glancing once towards your ex and all but running out of the club in an attempt to save your poor heart from further damage.

-

After reaching home, you take a cold shower because it calms you down apparently. Now, you aren't sure how effective that is but whatever. At least the pajama shorts and oversized tee feel comforting against your skin.

You sigh to yourself, deciding to make a cup of coffee for yourself.

You step out of your bedroom for what seems like the first time today (though its not) and glance around your living space.

The entirety of your apartment is shrouded in darkness but its still not dark enough to lose your way or stumble around. It is your home after all. That and the soft bluish white light of the moon along with the bustling city lights provide enough light for it to feel lonely in the most calming ways.

The translucent curtains, that hide the majestic views of Seoul through the large glass windows, sway lightly with the wind blowing in through the one open window.

Its days like these that you wish you had a roommate. Talking to people is how you feel less lonely right? Even better if it's face-to-face. At least, that's what you've heard.

Shaking your head to rid yourself of these  thoughts, you move to your kitchen. As you make your coffee, the memories of Namjoon making you your daily early morning brew return. You notice that your coffee doesn't smell even remotely as comforting and delicious as Namjoon's did. But of course, that isn't a privilege you can have now.

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Taking your cup with you, you move towards the balcony overlooking the city. As your eyes fixate on the breathtaking view of Seoul that never seems to sleep, you wonder how long you're gonna lie to yourself.

From the corner of your eye, you see the plant you've been taking care of for a while now, situated in the corner of the balcony, beside a small seating table for two.

Plants. You just sigh to yourself.

How can everything in your apartment remind you of him? It's like a magic that took over. He's like a magic that took over.

You glance up towards the sky. A half moon huh. Sure looks similar to his eyes that morph into small crescents when he flashes that stunning smile of his. Dimples on full display.

But you notice how there are no stars. Typical. It's hard to see stars from Seoul. You love the stars but you can't find yourself missing them.

It's funny, really.

The moon alones shines in the sky. It looks almost lonely, you note.

And yet, you don't wish for the stars.

Because how can you? When it looks so strikingly similar to the moon that lights up your entire world? The moon that you look up to? The moon you know you love?

The moon that suspiciously yet beautifully resembles him?

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