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hunnysnoops · 10 months ago

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˗ˋ𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤ˊ˗

Chapter Three: Contagious

Kyle Broflovski x fem reader

I picture you in a bad dream, coughing up your guts. It’s funnier in theory but I’ve pictured it too much. You’re saying what you had to say and staring at my mouth.

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Premise: What could make an unbearable field trip with an unbearable man any worse? Don’t worry, you’ll find out.

Warnings: crude language+humour / vomit / unconsciousness

MASTERLIST

You found it increasingly difficult to fight the urge to smash the bus window and drag yourself through broken glass just to hit the pavement with a sickening crack of bones. Easy to say you weren't thrilled about the field trip waiting for you.

The fish filet sandwich you had choked back at the rest stop was already disagreeing with you and you were sure it wouldn't be the only thing troubling you on this day. The driver hits a speed bump, hitting you extra hard in your seat at the back, you feel bile rising up your throat and slap a hand over your mouth. "You okay?" Wendy asks, her voice soft.

You nod, giving a thumbs up with your free hand. When the feeling dissipates, you dig into your backpack for your water and start to chug it until the lingering taste of bile alleviates entirely. "Next time please tell me not to eat gas station fish."

"I told you not to this time," Wendy tells you. The forty-minute bus ride was just about over, you would've been savouring the one-on-one time you got sitting next to Wendy if food poisoning wasn't setting in and sending ripples through your stomach.

"I can't be the only one who ate the fish filet," Arms crossed over your stomach to try and smother out the growing pain you swivel your head to look around the bus where everyone else seemed to be chatting happily or ignoring the world with their headphones in. The walls of the bus are panelled with aged, weathered metal, showcasing patches of chipped paint and faded colours that hint at its former glory. Scuffs and scratches tell stories of bustling school days and the trips long passed upon within these walls, an occasional doodle of graffiti where the faculty had turned a blind eye.

Wendy takes a glance around well, "No, I'm pretty sure you were," The back of the teal seat in front of you was littered with smiley burns from cigarette lighters that degenerate kids had soiled the leather with. "I think it's like the number one rule of gas stations not to eat fish there."

You groan and tilt your head up to look at the rusted ceiling, with each passing second regrets gather in your mind like a high school reunion. This biology trip had slipped from your head completely, it was meant for the class to gather independent research on the local ecosystem by sending teenagers into the woods and expecting them all to turn up at the time they were supposed to when they were done. You were anticipating a few pairs of kids to roll back up to the meeting point at least half an hour past the allotted time.

In your mind, there wasn't anything good about this trip. The information sheets Mr. Waterman had given you explained that you were meant to be using the buddy system with your lab partner, who happened to be Kyle, someone you were definitely not buddies with. You didn't even get to leave any other classes early, you left ten minutes after your last class began which was biology and you were going to be gone for two hours plus the ride there and back. All you needed to gather information on the local ecosystem was ten minutes and a cell phone instead you were missing soccer practice to poke around in the woods.

Kyle wasn't thrilled about this either. He was one of the handful of students who shoved his headphones in and turned the volume up so loud that he couldn't hear anything or anyone besides The Cure. He had unfortunately been stuck next to Cartman who was currently spouting slightly prejudiced remarks towards David that went unheard by Mr. Waterman at the front of the bus.

The bus came to an abrupt stop in a parking lot surrounded by forest. Before the doors even opened you had grabbed your backpack and run to the front, banging on the door to be let out. When you finally set foot into fresh air you were almost brought to your knees almost choking on the clean air. That was what was nice about South Park, the air wasn't dirty and stagnant like the city, it was ever-moving and ever-changing.

One more minute in that bus and you would've thrown up, the combination of, axe spray, perfume, body odour, and teenage angst almost fogged up the windows. The class piled out of the bus, adjusting their eyes to the bright sun that would fade in a few hours. You made note of the outhouse tucked into the corner of the lot, being sure that you would need it later to spill your guts before you get back on the bus.

Mr Waterman wastes no time in hopping off the bus and prepping himself to preach the criteria once again. With the signature clap of his hands, he begins "Okay, I know it's a very exciting day but let's try to hold it in for a moment," There was not one person in that crowd who was excited "I expect you to stay in your assigned groups and to return by four, that is in," He looks down at his watch "An hour and a half, so gather as much information as possible, make sure that you record it, I want to see field observations, species identification, sampling, each group gets one quadrat to use so be careful with it."

Your assigned group begins to awkwardly flock together, no one looks particularly happy. The group was made up of you, Kyle, Cartman, David, Cylde, and Tweek, any bright side may have been overshadowed by the fact that you could tolerate one and a half people in this group. David was usually chill while Clyde was 50/50, depending on the day he might make you want to charge for his throat with unbridled rage and open palms to wrap your fingers around his neck until his eyes roll back in his head.

"Okay, looks like everyone's getting their things in order," Mr Waterman said "Now, please don't stray too far off the trails, it should always be in sight. Remember, you will be back to working one-on-one with your lab partner tomorrow." He looks around for a signifier that his class is listening, the majority seemed spaced out or were divulged entirely in conversation. "Any questions?" Nobody said a word. "If any group cares to join me, I will be walking to the river!"

"So-uh, should we go to the river?" Cylde broke the sickening silence between the six of you.

"No," You snatched the quadrat out of his hands and began heading for one of the trails. The group trailed behind you, Cartman uttering complaints as expected.

"Junkie's leading us to her heroin den." He says, obnoxiously loud to Cylde. You almost wanted to swing around and hit him over the head with the grid in your hand.

"Do you even know what we're supposed to be doing?" It was like David read your mind and asked Cartman for you.

"Look at animals and shit, I'm not stupid."

"Had me fooled," You mutter under your breath and delve even further into the thicket. The ancient trunks were adorned with a tapestry of mosses, lichens, and ferns. Shafts of sunlight pierce through the canopy of leaves above your head, illuminating patches of moss and casting dappled shadows to dance across the muddy forest floor.

"Where are we going?" Tweek speaks up, his right eye twitches and his fingers tap against one another. He's shaking as he walks. You wondered how he was able to function day to day with nothing more than caffeine in his veins.

"Into the woods, bro," Cylde walks up next to him, shoving his hands into his pockets. You had been praying that Cylde wouldn't be in your group but whatever gods rest above seem to hate you. He and Bebe had made it official which you had to hear through Nichole since you and Bebe still weren't on speaking terms after the night of the clamp.

This was the point where you tuned yourself out of the conversation to actually get some work done, it seemed like Kyle had been doing the same. With keen eyes and attentive ears, you observed the bustling activity of birds flitting among the branches, the scurrying of small mammals in the underbrush, and the rhythmic chirping of crickets in the distance.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, ignoring the low battery warning that seemed all too common in recent days and began to flood your camera roll with pictures of birds and little bugs you would find underneath rocks.

Only part of the group was doing something, that part being you, Kyle, Tweek, and David, while the other two buffered around you. Cartman wanted no part in any of the work while Cylde just seemed unsure of what to do so he would just touch things and make a vague comment about it. He crouched down, running his hand over a rock and then looking at his palm "Yeah, that-uh, seems pretty old, maybe like twelve years old."

"We aren't carbon dating rocks," David said as he added to the list of litter in his notebook to mark human impact in the forest.

"Oh, cool," Cylde nodded.

From what you could see, you had the only group on your current trail and the deeper into the forest you moved, the darker it got, trees growing denser and thicker overhead to block out sunlight. The shade was a nice relief, it made you feel a little less nauseous though sickness was still tearing at your insides. You were doing everything in your power to stay on track, figuring it better to focus heavily on the work aspect as opposed to paying attention to your gnarly stomach.

By the time you were out there for an hour, it felt like a decade in your mind, you couldn't stay trained on the research, instead, you passed the metal quadrant off to David and drank the rest of your water while clutching your stomach.

"So how does the square work?" Cylde peered thoughtfully over where David and Tweek were kneeling on the ground. The boys looked back up at him, David had tossed the gridded frame over a random patch of grass to take a survey of the plants.

"We learned about this last class," David answered, unamused.

"Interesting," Cylde rubs his jaw with his hand, furrowing his eyebrows like he's deep in thought.

"I feel like we should all pitch in equally if we're going to be working off the same data," Kyle glares at Cartman who leaned against a tree, playing Subway Surfers on his phone.

"I agree, diabetes boy, so get to work," He answers pausing his game for a moment to look up.

"You're one junior bacon cheeseburger away from diabetes yourself and all you've been doing is scrolling on your phone while everyone else does the work fatass," Kyle retorts, you had suspected he would come to a breaking point at some time today with Cartman.

"Uh, what about Junkie?" He draws the attention to you where you stand, taking slow and laboured breaths in and out, in an attempt to keep the fish filet sandwich inside of you. "I'm pretty sure she's overdosing."

"Can you stop calling her that?" Kyle asks, much to your surprise though you had your priority set on other things.

"Oh?" Cartman's eyebrows raise, that's how you can tell that you piqued his interest. Cartman turns his phone off and tucks it back into his pocket, crossing his arms and staring at Kyle "You're defending her now? Are you guys going to go home together to pop opiates and drown yourselves in a bathtub?"

"No," Kyles's nose wrinkles in distaste "It's just annoying."

"Oh, Jesus man! don't fight!" Tweek looks ready to rip his hair out, and David casts him a side-eye. It was moments like this where you think it would've been more rightful if Tweek was the one who had the nicknames on Junkie and Crash which you considered a cross you had to bear.

"We need to head back soon so can we *hic* please just finish this?" You chime in, voice breaking with hiccups as you speak. The sound of their simmering argument was grating in your head like someone had stuck a fork into a blender.

"Crash, get your nose out of the snow and get back to work unless your brain is too fried from the black tar."

You had taken a complete 180 from trying to leave with as little conflict as possible to be more riled up than Kyle. "Shut the fuck up, Cartman."

His eyes carry the oh-so-familiar hint of challenge that you were so used to seeing "What are you gonna do? Have a seizure on me?"

"No, I'll kick your fucking ass." You take a step towards him pushing back your sickness the best you could. Cartman wasn't the tallest nor was he very agile, you were sure that you could take him even if it might prove to be a bit strenuous.

"Woah," He inches back as you move forward "Back up a little there," Cartman laughs nervously, landing around at someone to intervene. Had it been someone else Kyle probably wouldn't gotten between you two, but having it be you and Cartman, the other four watched with imploring eyes.

Things might have played out differently if it weren't for the growling in your stomach, the dry heat, the lack of nicotine you were fiending over, and the past four years you had silently endured Cartman making fun of you for an exaggeration of your smoking issue. "Be quiet or I'm going to knock you upside your fucking head."

You stood a foot away from him, moments passed where he played out every scenario in his head until he finally settled on a response. "Okay, man, we're cool," He raised his hands up in surrender. Just seconds after you had turned your back you heard Cartman speak up "Don't want you to hulk out on me when you're on the Roids."

Out of raw instinct, you turn on your heels and bring your right fist to connect with Cartman's cheekbone. Everyone stares at you in utter shock. Cartman himself looked as if he could never have seen this coming like it was preposterous that he had pushed you to the point where you swung at him.

Tweeks eyes grow so wide you think they might pop out of his head "Ah! I can't take this!"

"What the fuck?" Cartman reaches his hand to touch the area where your knuckles had cracked against his face. "She actually fucking hit me," He looks around at the boys with wide shocked eyes until they land on you "You fucking bitch!"

"And I'll do it again you tiny dick licker." Your gaze is unwavering on Cartman though your wild thoughts are jumping around your head like they're freshly off Adderall.

"That's assault, I can sue you for that."

"Go ahead," you point to Kyle "His dad's a lawyer."

"Shit," Cartman mutters "A Jew lawyer."

"What does my dad have to do with this?"

"Everything," he says, a thought hits him "Kyle, I would kindly like you to ask your dad to represent me."

"No."

"Kyle, be cool," Cartman says.

"Shut up porky, don't tell him to be cool, he isn't a part of this."

"Hey! You’re a crackhead bitch with a drug addiction!" He speaks with so much haste that spit comes flying from his mouth like an alpaca.

"You're yelling? I can yell too!" The pair of you are being so loud that a handful of birds fly away from a tree overhead "You look like you snuck onto earth!" You weren't being attentive to the boy's reactions around you, your mind was stuck between bashing Cartman's teeth into a tree or running back to the parking lot and getting some Zyn off Marshall.

"Okay, that's it," Cartman says, he raises his fists and narrows his eyes "We're having it out right now."

"You just had it out," David is packing everything up, he looks beyond done with this as much as he liked watching Cartman get decked.

"Nuh-uh, she caught me off guard," Cartman shakes his head "Junkie is gonna rue this day, her white blood cells are gonna have to put in more work than on shoot-up Saturdays!"

"You're a lard ass piece of shit and that's why your dad died!"

Cylde sucked a sharp breath through his teeth and the group fell completely silent. The only sound was animals rustling around and the slight breeze cutting its way through the trees to shake their leaves. Even Kyle looked shocked, his eyebrows raised and green eyes wide.

"Okay, too far." Cartman drops his hands to his side.

"Yeah, man, you can't say that," Cylde says from behind Kyle.

You toss your hands up in exasperation, nothing left to say after you had bitched Cartman out and in doing so made it look like you're drifting off the rails. Sticking your middle finger out at Cartman, you turned around and began walking back down the trail, ignoring the flush of embarrassment rising to your cheeks.

You wanted desperately to act like that little spat hadn't made you feel like a spectacle that would catch through students' breaths the next day like folklore. Surely the event would be spun, twisted, and contorted into an exaggeration of the single punch that was thrown.

The boys walked behind you, keeping their distance. Though none of them were directly speaking to you, you were able to make a comment here and there. They weren't speaking about you but you could feel eyes digging down into you like they were prying your flesh open and examining your carcass for any more anomalies that they could tell their friends about later that night.

Over and over again, you looked down at your phone, staring at the time like doing so would make it move faster until your phone froze and died completely. Even when the screen was stuck pitch black, you pretended to scroll on it like you were busy.

Back in middle school, there were those kids whose faces would turn red with anger. They'd flip over desks and scream at the underpaid teachers until their throats itched like sandpaper rubbing on concrete; you remembered how everyone else regarded them after this. They kept their distance and didn't dare utter a word for fear they would be snapped like the teacher's red correction pen. You thought maybe this is how they felt, ashamed of their actions and holding back tears while they bite a quivering lip, facing the tears of humiliation from their brief moments of violence.

It didn't feel too bad but it didn't feel too good either.

Sure you tended to be more on the hot-heated side of things but you couldn't remember the last time you actually hit someone. It didn't matter that it was Cartman, it still made you want to jump into the shower and scrub your skin until it became irritated.

A growl rips through your stomach, loud enough for you to hear but not so much that the boys notice. It felt like your body was breaking up with you. Ripples of pain slice through your stomach and nausea crawls its way up to your throat.

You glance back to the boys behind you who chat amongst themselves, seemingly they've lost interest in you. You had no desire to heave your entire body weight out in front of them so you take a B-line and slip off the trail.

"Hey," Cylde calls after you, watching as you venture into the woods. "Guys she's leaving." He tells the others. You wanted to run back and punch him in the gut before jetting off to empty your guts onto the forest floor.

After the attention is drawn back to you, you pick up your pace "Fuck off, I'm sick," you call back to the group, now jogging to avoid what you had imagined to be more embarrassment than what you had already set for yourself. Surely you would never mentally recover after punching Cartman and then throwing up in front of five guys on a biology field trip. If you were going to spew, it would not be in front of him.

"Where are you going?" Kyle turns his body to watch you as you slink off deep into the forest, one hand covering your mouth while another clutches the fabric over your stomach. "Someone should go with her," he glances around the group for a voludnteer though everyone just looks at each other, waiting for someone to speak up.

You don't respond, you just race further in the thicket until you're out of sight entirely but your feet don't stop, they keep carrying you.

He looks back to the trail and then to where you were before your figure disappeared behind trees, his mind races with thoughts of Mr. Waterman talking about the buddy system. "Fuck," He mutters to himself before abandoning the well-worn trail and chasing after you.

"Jew, why are you going after her? she's probably going to her meth stash!" Cartman called after Kyle to no response. "Oh my god, she's going to kill him for drug money."

"Go *hic* away!" You yell between gags. Out of anyone in that group, you weren't sure if Kyle was the best or worst to see you like this. As he gains on you, you speed up, trying to get him off your trail.

"Can you stop?" He calls after you as you maneuver your way between thick tree stumps, gliding smoothly over the imperfection embedded in the dirt. Kyle didn't want to fathom what would happen if something happened to you in the forest and his mother found out he was supposed to stick to your side. "C'mon, don't be stupid."

Kyle seemed relentless in catching up to you. Everywhere he turned his head, it looked the exact same like someone had copied and pasted an abundance of trees all around him. He wasn't the biggest wilderness guy, he had been in scouts as a boy but the most he usually delved into nature was the occasional weekend camping trip with his family which was a novelty itself.

The queasiness continued to chew at your insides, growing more intense by the minute. Unable to hold back any longer, you doubled over, you fell to your knees, one hand supporting you on a tree so you don't fall over, retching violently as your body expelled its contents. "Uh, do you want me to hold your hair?

"Ew, fuck off!" Kyle watched helplessly, fighting the urge to vomit himself as his face contorted. You notice his presence behind you, glancing back to be sure, you yell out between gags "Turn around!" Before more warm and chunky spittle spills out of your mouth.

"Okay," He raises his hands in defence before swiftly turning around, internally cringing at the sound of your heaving. Just when he thinks it's over you start back up again. He hadn't entirely believed you when you said you were sick, he rationalized that you just wanted to get away from the group.

He did his best to ignore the sound, instead, he focused on the moss clinging onto bark or the tweet of birds hanging onto branches and singing songs to one another. The way you could hardly see the sky with how dense the trees were, just beams of sunlight slipping through. Kyle swivelled his head and that was the moment he had no idea where you were, surely not too far from the trail.

"I'm done," You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Kyle turns around and sees you on your knees, eyes drowsy and face devoid of its usual colour. You swish saliva around in your mouth before spitting on the ground and wobbling up to your feet like a colt. Digging around in your bag you pull out a warm half-drunk Powerade, you were out of the water and would rather throw up again than ask Kyle for some of his. Now your mouth tasted like acid reflux and green apple electrolytes.

"You're going the wrong way," He says bluntly.

"Uh, no," You point past him "We ran from there to here so we just go back, dumbass." Figuring Kyle had followed you for some chivalrous reason that his mother instilled in his brain, you didn't feel like pressing it. Still, you tried to keep communication with him to a minimum.

"You threw up on the far side of the tree, we need to go that way," He points behind you.

You had figured he was right, you were too busy trying to get away from him that you weren't being too attentive to where your tired feet were rushing you too "Sure."

"Sure?" He furrows his eyebrows "What do you mean sure?"

"I mean sure."

"Yeah, but you said it like you were doubting me."

"I'm not," You shrug, beginning to walk in the direction he gestured towards.

"You just did it again," He says "I'm right," Kyle insinuates "I know where we're supposed to be going."

"Okay, cool, fine, sure, yeah, you're right," You turn around and toss your hands up "Were you also rendered paralyzed or can you walk instead of staring at me like you're brain dead?"

He sticks up his bony middle finger but follows you nonetheless. The two of you keep your distance, being sure to stay a metre apart minimum while you hunt for a way out of the thicket. Your eyes drift to Kyle who is trying to get service on his phone, he intended to text Cylde that you two might take a while though he was met with four flat bars and a red 'not delivered' beneath each message he sent.

You didn't bother, your phone was long dead and cold in your backpack, what you were more worried about was finding something to keep you calm before this inevitably escalated. After your gym teacher caught a glimpse of your Marbolos and gotten you an in school suspension, you decided it was best to leave cigarettes in your car and the bottom of your closet. With each passing second. you were wishing that you kept an emergency cigarette or two tucked safely into a ziplock baggie at the bottom of your backpack.

Gnarled branches reached skyward in a tangled embrace, blocking out the fading light of day as the sunlight was being swallowed up by grey clouds leaving everything to look dull. The undergrowth grew denser, forming a tangled maze of ferns, brambles, and fallen branches that blocked your path at every turn.

It had taken you seven minutes to come up with a consensus "We're lost,"

"No, we're not." He says, trudging forward "If we keep walking we'll find a trail or something, they're everywhere."

"It took two minutes till I got to the tree and I puked, we've been walking for ages."

"It hasn't even been ten minutes."

"Okay? You smell like pistachios and we're going the wrong way," You tell him, stopping abruptly under the shade of a tree. You say, taking another dreadful sip of the Powerade, trying not to wince at the penicillin taste that the stagnant drink left in your mouth.

"I don't smell like pistachios," He says blankly.

"How would you know?" You rest one hand on your hip, the other hanging at your side and clutching what was almost an empty bottle of electrolytes.

Kyle's expression morphs into a portrait of confusion, etched with furrowed brows and a perplexed frown, lips slightly ajar. His green eyes, usually clear and focused, now stared at you in disbelief, searching for some type of reasoning behind your question. "What do you mean 'How would I know'?" He asks "You think I've never eaten a fucking pistachio?"

You answer him with a shrug, face unreadable "I always thought they were too exotic for you."

"They're nuts." Kyle says "They don't have a smell."

"You know this because you've eaten nuts?"

"Yes." His voice is tinged with confusion.

"Then why would they make pistachio notes to put in perfume?"

"Because people are fucking idiots who just want to sell stuff."

"Do you eat a lot of nuts?"

"I guess?"

"I bet you do," you snigger.

Realization strikes Kyle and he runs a hand through his curly red locs to soothe his fast-growing frustration, "Wow, super mature joking about nuts."

"Don't talk about being mature when you just spent a minute of your life arguing with me about nuts." You point out "Do you maybe want to be mature and admit that we're lost?"

"We're not, we just need to go this way," Kyle turns and begins in a new direction completely. You glance around at the the long trunks, each looking the same as the next before you follow Kyle in tow.

The further you walked the heavier the sense of uncertainty began to hang over you. Your irrational thoughts began to creep up, maybe there was a knife-wielding maniac who would kill the pair of you for intruding in his forest.

You forge ahead, footsteps echoing softly against the forest floor as you navigate the labyrinth of twisting trails and hidden clearings. Kyle's eyes were narrowed, you could almost see the the gears turning in his head as he tried to retrace your steps or at least find a clearing out of the forest.

While he was hyper-focused on the task at hand, your mind was making up the worst possible scenarios, it forced you to bring a hand to your mouth and chew at your nails. When Kyle caught wind of this, he did a double-take, wrinkling his nose in distaste "When did you start biting your nails?"

"I'm not biting my nails, I'm sucking nicotine traces out of my fingertips," you answer before going back in, tenfold, almost mauling your hands, seeking the sweet release of dopamine that you had grown accustomed to.

"That's disgusting," Kyle turns his attention back ahead of him like he needs to stay alert "You do have an addiction, that's why Cartman gives you shit."

"You call it an addiction, I call it tradition, I rather smoke a cig than puff on a fucking light sabre handle," You thought of Marshall the night of the junior bonfire, how he had but three vapes in his mouth at one. Everyone was hyping him up but you couldn't shake the idea that he looked like he was blowing the sonic screwdriver.

"Still an addiction," He answers. The two of you fall silent until you go back to gnawing at your nails, "Okay, stop."

"Sorry, I'm fucking nervous that we're stranded out in the woods horror movie style and there's probably perverts roaming in here and waiting for me," You say, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

"We're not Hanzel and Gretel, pretty sure we don't have to worry about getting kidnapped on a biology trip."

"Yeah well, you wouldn't have to worry about getting kidnapped, look at the state of you." Your eyes rake up and down his body, a slight scowl on your face as you do so, feigning disgust at his appearance.

A flush creeps its way up Kyle's face he quickly averts his gaze so you can't see the red of his cheeks "Not sure if you realize but you're not hot shit yourself."

"Yeah, okay," You mutter, dodging the fact that every talking stage you've had for the past year has failed immensely. To your credit it wasn't because you were a repulsive person, it was because nothing felt right with any of them and you knew it was best to quit while you were ahead. It was like eating something sweet when you've been craving something spicy.

The forest seemed to conspire against you, its dense foliage and winding paths leading you deeper into the heart of the forest or just chasing you unknowingly in circles.

In the eery stillness of the woods, you suddenly became hyper-aware of all of Kyle's actions, his breathing, footsteps, and sighs, like you could sense the frustration growing in him the further you walked and got nowhere.

"Okay, we're lost." He finally admits, his voice exasperated.

You disregard what he said "Why did you run after me?" You look at him, asking the question that had been nagging at you like a child prodding for candy "Like, that's super weird."

"Not really, it's the buddy system." He shrugs you off, going back to the initial topic "We need to focus on getting out of here."

"Buddy system?" You raise an eyebrow "That's the gayest shit I've ever witnessed."

"You were at the women's national rugby championship."

Knowing that he had got you in a corner you opt to change the topic once again "How are we supposed to focus on getting out of here?" You ask "It's not like a high-security vault, it's a forest, all we can do is walk unless you can call for the cavalry."

"I don't have service," He answers.

"Don't you have an SOS network for emergencies?"

"This is not an emergency," He tucks his phone back into his pocket, it was running low on battery as Kenny had borrowed his portable charger and never returned it "I'm not calling 911 unless one of us is dying or we're still out here by night."

"Then I guess we're walking or alternatively we can scream until someone finds us."

"Don't do that-

"Help!" You cup your hands around your mouth, shouting to no one in particular "Kyle's going insane, he's trying to kill me!"

"Oh my god," He pinches his nose bridge "Shut the hell up."

"If you have such an issue with me why don't you flap your big ass dumbo ears and fly away?"

"Fuck you," He retorts. There was the signature bite of his cheek, the telltale sign that you were beginning to creep under his skin.

"Fuck you," You counter, mimicking him before trudging ahead.

"You have some goddamn issues," He mutters under his breath, not caring whether you could hear him or not.

"Yeah, I do have a lot of issues like why are there always crumbs in my bed when I never eat in it?" Absentmindedly, you had raised your voice without even realizing you were doing so. It was a natural progression between you and Kyle, it was the next piece of the formula that always ended in a massive shit show.

Kyle tries to ignore this completely, shutting his mouth and clenching his fist so tightly that he is near breaking the soft skin of his palm. "Why does every conversation end with you screaming?"

"Because you're a fucking asshole." You shoot back, taking hasty steps to side away from him to further yourself even more. As childish as it was, you couldn't be mature around Kyle or in general. You surely annoyed yourself as much as you annoyed others.

"No, not just me, you scream at everyone," He says "Why did you have to lose it at Cartman?"

"No shot you're defending Cartman, did hear the shit he was saying?"

"Yeah, he's a dick but did you need to hit him?"

"He needs to learn somehow," You shrug. "I don't know why you're acting so high and mighty, you hit him."

"Yeah, in ninth grade."

"You're a dick."

"And you're an idiot who ate fish from a gas station and gave herself food poisoning, I heard you bitching to Wendy about it the entire bus ride," Kyle's brow furrowing deeply as a simmering frustration bubbled to the surface. His normally composed demeanour cracked, revealing the raw edges of his discontent that pulsed beneath the surface like molten lava.

"Okay well it looked good and I was hungry don't act like you didn't eat the stray burrito from 7/11 on that road trip in ninth grade, you threw up out the window of my dad's car and it was all down the side and really fucking gross and we had to pull over and clean the car with wet wipes and your clothes were in you parents car with our brothers so you had to wear my Greta Thunberg tee shirt until we got to Montana."

"That wasn't from the burrito, it was because we ran out of Gravol and you know I get car sick."

"Yeah and you know that I get hungry, who cares?" Your voice goes up an octave "Why are you acting like you had a gun to your head and you were forced to track me down?"

His jaw clenched tightly, the muscles working overtime to suppress the torrent of words poised on the tip of his tongue. Everything he wanted to say he swallowed back, never to leave his mouth. Kyle gritted his teeth in a silent display of defiance, you took this as a sign that the argument was coming to a close. "You're so annoying and you wonder why you're lonely."

"I'm not lonely," Your posture was rigid and tense, your voice lingering with desperation. You rather just tie the noose for yourself than admit that you care what he thinks about you.

"Okay." He says, short.

"I'm not," You insinuate trying to plead your hopeless case "There's a difference between being alone and being lonely, I'm happy being alone."

"You're definitely not happy."

"How?" You ask "How would you know that? We talk once a blue moon."

"You never go out, you smoke all the time, you ignore your friends, you hardly talk to your family, you hate every show you watch, you don't even like eating anymore because smoking is ruining your tastebuds-

"At least I have more friends than fingers on one fucking hand."

"At least my friends like me." His lips twitched with agitation.

"My friends like me," You counter his statement. Maybe you should have moved to Los Angeles, the city of liars and frauds, surely you would get along great with coked-up directors who thrive in delusion and believe everything they say is more profound than anything Socrates has ever written.

"From what Bebe was saying, it doesn't sound like it."

"Yeah? Well, Bebe's a fucking cunt," You missed her more than anything but she seemed absolutely fine without you. You kept coming across videos that you wanted to send her or funny things you wanted to tell her until reality popped back up and reminded you that she didn't like you anymore.

"You can't just call people who don't like you cunts,"

"Just did, cunt." You snark "Why do you have a fucking file on me?"

"Weston tells me, I guess you're the family bummer now," He shrugs.

"How?" You have an ajar smile on your face, and wide eyes, trying not to show that something inside of you had, bent, cracked, and then broken entirely "I'm only seventeen." You found it hard to believe that you were the blue in your family tree while you had at least three alcoholic uncles, one of them living off welfare.

"When's the last time you've sat down to eat dinner with the family?"

"What?"

"Your brother told me you always skip dinner with them to eat by yourself," Kyle says. You weren't aware that Weston had been reporting your shortcomings to the ginger

"That's not really your business."

"Kinda is." He moves a tree branch out of the way of his lanky frame "Your parents are worried, they think you're on drugs."

Apparently, he knew more about your family than you did, not that this had particularly surprised you, it just made you feel guilty like an outsider looking in. Though guilt was no purifier, it didn't make your lack of self any less unsettling.

"Okay, I get it, I know I'm shitty but you're no prize either," You say, abruptly. "Let's discuss the global political and economic situation." You mock him, speaking in a deeper voice to mimic the ginger "And the fucking cyber security issues, you're a buzzkill man, no matter where you are or who you're with."

"Those are actually important things," The vein in his forehead was prominent, almost cartoonishly protruding "You have eighty viruses on your laptop from pirating Sims 4 mods. Data brokers are stealing your information, you know that, right?"

"I don't give a shit if they steal my data, there's nothing worthwhile there, it's just pictures of pigeons," You cross your arms as you walk "See, just now, how you shat on me for playing the Sims?"

A deep sigh escaped his lips, a sigh tinged with exasperation as he struggled to compose himself in the face of mounting aggravation. "I'm not shitting on you for playing the Sims, I'm pointing out how you're committing a crime, downloading something without paying for it is a crime, you're a criminal."

"Boo, you're a buzzkill."

"Better than being in denial," He answers. "There's no way that you're a seventeen-year-old chain smoker and you're genuinely happy," Kyle had brought the conversation full circle, pulling back to you.

"Have you walked around this fucking town? There's no one here who's happy either." Whatever you were feeling, it felt shitty like every inch of your bones were covered with dirt and mildew that could never be cleaned.

Your statement had truth beneath it, everyone in South Park carried themselves with a bit of sadness as if they had grown past the stages of ignorance. Though you were unhappy, you were far from the only one and nothing if not desolate.

"Thanks for being a douche, this has been a lot of fun but could you kindly get off my dick now?" You say, jaw tensing as you ignore the aching behind your eyelids.

"I'm not on your-" Kyle's speaking abruptly ceased, his face contorting in discomfort as he clutched his stomach and stopped in his tracks. You stopped as well, watching his face that moments ago was full of irritation morphing into something like fear.

"Uh, you okay?" Your voice was dripping with concern, observing him as he took laboured breaths, a sense of unease washed over you. Your heart raced with alarm as you recognized the telltale signs of a hypoglycemic episode, mind racing through the steps you had been taught to help Kyle in situations like these.

Kyle's response was barely a whisper, his words slurred and disjointed as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. His complexion was pale, a stark contrast to the tan he had been developing with summer oncoming, as he swayed unsteadily on his feet. He leaned against a tree trying to secure his footing before he dazily dropped to the ground, his back depending on the tree to keep him sitting up.

Instinctively, you looked around for someone to help, of course, you were left in an unnerving silence. "It's okay, we're cool, you're fine," You mutter, more comfort to yourself as you shed your backpack and move to kneel next to Kyle.

Moving with haste you yank his bag off, harsher than preferred. "Don't die, asshole," You urged softly, your voice shaking in the slightest. You reached into his bag, retrieved a small pouch containing glucose tablets, and quickly administered them to Kyle, urging him to chew slowly and swallow.

As the glucose tablets took effect, you could've sworn Kyle's colour began to return, the pallor fading from his cheeks as his blood sugar levels stabilized. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as the immediate threat passed.

Just as you began to breathe a sigh of relief, Kyle's eyes fluttered closed, his body going limp in your arms as he slumped against you. Panic surged through your veins like a tidal wave as you realized that he had lost consciousness. The brief moment of ease was axed in the head and replaced with an even more dire situation.

You snatch his canvas backpack once again, rummaging around for it, after four seconds of not finding what you need you dump the contents onto the ground. Your fingers fumbled with nervous energy as you retrieved an emergency glucagon injection, praying that it would be enough to bring Kyle back from the brink.

In your seventeen years of enmity, you had seen Kyle go through a good bit of complications due to his diabetes though there had always been one of your parents around to help and on a once-off occasion during a middle school assembly, Stan was on the case. You had never had his life in your hands, you made the decision between his life and comatose.

Your mom and dad had sat you down on several occasions to teach you explicitly what to do, you hadn't quite realized the significance until his unconscious body was flaccid over your lap. The hatred you had for him was momentarily pushed aside until he was okay enough to yell at you again.

With trembling hands, you lifted his shirt to expose the raw flesh of his abs. Taking a steadying breath you administered the injection, plunging the needle into Kyle's stomach. You watched with bated breath as the medication took effect, you knew it wouldn't be instant though part of you expected him to shoot back up the second the needle stuck into his skin.

No idea what you are supposed to do next you reach deep into the pocket of his jeans and pull out his phone. The screen was black and unmoving, just as yours was. You toss the phone to your side, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes to press back the overwhelming feeling that fought to spill.

Taking a deep breath and wiping away any remnants of stress that were thrashing to consume you entirely, you move two fingers beneath his jawline to check for a pulse. You had been thinking back to your first aid class from tenth grade PE, what your grouchy teacher had tried to ingrain in your head.

His chest held an unsteady rise and fall and for split seconds between rational thoughts snuck in the idea that this might be it for him. Gingerly, you turn him onto his side, propping his right knee forward so he won't roll onto his stomach.

With care, you had resituated him into the recovery position that Mrs. Jackson had drilled into memory the year prior. You pushed yourself off the ground, pacing back and forth, hands tucked into your armpits, hugging yourself.

You flinched at the slightest sound, eyes quickly shifting to the source just for it to be a bird or the rustle of branches. "Kyle, if you die, that's going to fuck up both of our families for a really long time and I'll probably have to go to therapy which is so boring," You speak to his unconscious body like he's going to respond.

"You're seriously such a fucking loser if you die right now, so not cool," Part of you wanted to sprint away for help but you knew you likely wouldn't find a way out before Kyle regained consciousness and you didn't want to risk losing him entirely.

Your voice was shaking, your lip trembling and each breath coming out wobbly like you were about to faint yourself. That uneasy feeling had settled in your stomach for the second time that day "Dude, you might be ruining my life right now."

Of course, he was unresponsive and the only thing offering you any form of solace was the sound of his breathing, ever so faintly heard through the whispering between trees. With each passing second that he didn't wake up you grew more nervous, leaning on a tree, eyes narrowing in on his limp body for any movement.

If he did survive, he desperately needed to update his glucose monitor. You didn't like him, but that didn't mean you wanted him to die, you just never wanted to hear from him again. You bit your lip until you tasted blood, a desperate attempt to stifle the scream building in your throat, trapped behind a dam of unspoken words and unshed tears. You refused to cry over Kyle, especially when he was alive and breathing. "I think I hate you," You mutter so quietly that it almost gets blown away by the wind.

Kyle stirred, gagging with his mouth closed, eyelids still heavy. "Oh my fucking god," You drop your hands to your side in relief and bound towards him, crouching down to his level. His eyelids fluttered open, still, Kyle's body convulsed with gags as his hands clamoured for the trunk of the tree and your bicep harshly to pull him back up.

Eventually, with choked and shallow breath Kyle lurched forward and wretched, partially onto the ground, partially onto you. Bits of the greenish bile splash onto your clothing. Quickly you scrambled away, fighting the urge to upheave again as you look at the contents spilled onto your clothes.

Instead of coughing up your guts, you scrunch up your nose and hand him the black water bottle that had been dumped onto the ground with the rest of his belongings. At least the two of you were even now.

Repose washed over you when his sharp shallow breaths turned deep and steady. He rinsed his mouth out with water, eyes studying you where you were backing to sifting through his pile of belongings, while his chest rose and fell with every breath of air. His hands were trembling to the point that water almost splashed from the mouth of his bottle with how much he was rocking it.

There hadn't been much vomit on you though you still avoided breathing in through your nose to avoid the putrid smell. Wordlessly you move to grab his hand which he quickly retracts "What are you doing?"

"What do you think? You fucking idiot," You say, lancet pen in hand with a fresh needle inserted to prick his finger "You just threw up on me so don't be a bitch and give me your hand."

With a slight flush to his face, he held his hand out which you took. His fingers were cold to the touch, you took his ring finger and rubbed it between your thumb and index to warm it up and get some blood flow going. The both of you didn't look at one another, just where the skin of your hands connected as you massaged his finger with a hyper-focus.

When the skin of his ring finger was no longer cold against yours you quickly swabbed it down with a rubbing alcohol towelette that had been tucked into the emergency kit Sheila had sewn for Kyle, the fabric had strawberries with smiley faces on it.

Your eyes shifted for a brief moment to the silver medical emergency bracelet on his wrist that you gripped to steady his hand before you stuck the needle of the lancet into his finger. He flinched just the slightest. Kyle was used to using the glucometer on himself, he stopped having his mother do it completely when he reached sixth grade, there were a few times when Kenny and Stan did it out of pure curiosity but at this moment he had been shaking too much and didn't have much to stable himself on aside from trees and the grubby forest floor.

After applying gentle pressure you removed the lancer, inserted a new test strip into the glucometer and held it to the dribble of blood pooled on the pad of his finger like cherry juice. Watching the crimson soak into the test strip, you place it in his hand and rise to your feet.

Instead of watching his blood sugar level on the glucometer, Kyle was watching you riffle through your backpack and pull out what looked to be a change of clothes. He couldn't think of a time where you had ever been that gentle with him, even if you called him a bitch.

You glance back at him, gaze hardening when you see him staring directly at you. "Turn around, gay-ass, I need to change into my gym strip."

Without saying anything, Kyle awkwardly shifts the body to face the other direction. He keeps his gaze focused downwards on the glucometer watching it settle at the number 81. He was in the clear for now.

"Hey, so-uh, are you okay enough to earth it?" You ask as you peel your layers of clothing off, compulsively gagging at the sour smell, you can't help it.

"Earth it?" He furrows his eyebrows, still staring at his blood sugar level like he is analyzing it "What the hell does that mean?"

"I dunno," you say, continuing to strip down until you're left in nothing but undergarments, trying not to shudder with each gust of wind. "Just earth it, like Coyote Peterson, y'know? Be a man and rub some dirt in it."

"Are trying to ask me if I can walk?" Absent-mindedly his free hand reached for the sore spot in his abdomen where he assumed you had put the empty injection needle that now landed discarded next to its container.

"Yeah."

"Then just ask that."

"Woah what's with all this attitude after I saved your life," You shimmy into a pair of biker shorts that were intended for the soccer practice you had to miss that day.

Begrudgingly Kyle said, "Thank you." Though it was so quiet he wasn't even sure you would hear it. His head was pounding, it felt like someone was inside of his skull and beating it with a sledgehammer. “And, yeah, I can walk, just give me a minute.”

You were a little taken aback that he actually thanked you. You were just being a dick when you brought up rescuing him from comatose, in your head this was just something that the two of you would never bring up again. Without knowing what to say, you pretend that you didn't hear him and instead reach for a clean shirt.

"What are you doing?!" A voice cut through the growing silence. Immediately both you and Kyle look to see Mr. Waterman standing with Wendy. Mr. Waterman had turned around and covered his eyes the moment he saw you shirtless while Wendy's gaze shot between you and Kyle wildly. "Put some clothes on right now!"

At the very least it was nice to know someone had been looking for you.

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chaos-chloe · 2 months ago

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Edits? - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Reader and Pezzy are yapping with chat

TW: Established Relationship, kissing, lmk if i missed anything

“Chat today we are going to play a game with Grizzy, but we have about an hour and half to yap, and who else are we gonna yap with?” Pezzy said to his stream “My girlfriend, ___, hint the extra chair, that she probably won’t even sit in. She will be joining us soon. She is getting “dressed” aka she didn't want to be in her pjs on stream so she's getting into lounge wear.”

I heard him inform them of my antics, as I was walking to his office, which was comfortably cluttered, with bright LED lights casting playful shadows on the walls. Figurines of video games and animated characters adorned the space, while the faint glow of computer screens illuminated his excited face. The chat exploded with emojis and messages as soon as I entered. I knocked on the door to his office and walked in. “Hey babe.” I walked up to him and kissed him on the lips, he spun around in his chair to admire me.

“Hey there, everyone! This is my girlfriend, ___, if you guys haven’t met her!” Pezzy beamed, gesturing dramatically with his hands as he introduced me. “Look at her! Isn’t she the best?” The chat buzzed with a chorus of praises and Q&A prompts. I could feel my smile grow with a mixture of excitement and the thrill of being in front of an online audience.

“Sorry for the delay,” I said with a grin as I took the seat beside him, flipping my hair over my shoulder. “I didn’t want to give you a fashion show in those cozy pajamas.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want to distract the viewers with your effortless cuteness!” Pezzy teased, his eyes sparkling as he launched into an easy banter with the chat. I settled into my seat and watched the stream chat unfold, amused by the interactions.

“Ooo I like that question, have you seen Pezzy tiktok yet?” I read out loud, with my eyes cutting to Pezzy, as his smile grew and he raised his hand to cover his face.

“Oh no, not that one!” Pezzy groaned, his face turning a shade darker as he turned back to the camera, an expression of mock horror etched on his features. The chat exploded with laughter and a flurry of comments about the infamous TikTok. I could practically hear their eagerness to expose Pezzy’s secret past.

“What did you do?” I teased, leaning forward with a playful glint in my eye. “You didn’t take a dive off a coffee table again, did you?”

Pezzy immediately waved his hands in frantic denial, but the smile couldn't escape his lips. “Okay, okay, maybe I encouraged them, chat, to make edits of the podcast, but it turned into “lEt’S mAkE eDiTs Of PeZzY.” sadly.” he confessed. "But in my defense, I was inspired, and the editing was top-notch!”

“Oh baby, I have seen them all.” I respond with a devious smirk growing on my face. “Chat, do you think I have only one account?” I stare down into the camera, then switch to the monitor to watch the editors panic and throw a tizzy, revealing new information.

“Trust me, chat, when I say this: I see and have seen all the edits of my boyfriend, and LIKED THEM ALL. There's one that's my favorite and I have set it as my background on one of my settings- Well I take that back, there's two that are my favorite but only one of them made it to my background.” I said to chat as I was pulling out my phone. “The one that didn't make it as my background was Pezzy and I with Sugar by Flo Rida ft Wynter Gordon behind it, I LOVE that one so much! So if you did do that one, I would kiss ya on the cheek.” Pezzy looked over at me with a puzzled look but shrugged after it clicked in his head.

“NOWWW, for the one that made it to my background, is one where it started off with him talking about me accidentally hitting the horn on his car, and I blamed him, which had Candy by Doja Cat.” I started laughing as I pulled up the home screen, on my phone, with my finger holding it so the live picture would play.

The moment my phone lit up, the vibrant colors of the live wallpaper came alive, showcasing Pezzy’s familiar smile. The clip started rolling, and instantly the room was filled with the infectious rhythm of “Candy” by Doja Cat, perfectly syncing with the humorous chaos that was about to unfold on my screen.

In the video, Pezzy animatedly recounted the day I’d accidentally laid into the car horn, caught in the exhilarating mix of surprise and irritation. “I mean, I’m just trying to park, and suddenly—BEEP BEEP—my car is announcing our arrival like a marching band!” His exaggerated expressions were priceless, his eyes wide and hands flying as he humorously detailed the encounter.

As the video played, the chat erupted with comments laughing at his antics. “Classic Pezzy!” floated by, alongside “Why didn’t I get to see that live?” The viewers were fully engaged, leaning into the hilarity unfolding in the clip.

I couldn’t help but laugh along, reliving the chaos of that day. “In my defense, I thought I was just changing the radio station!” I announced, punctuating my remark with a dramatic hand gesture. The laughter from the chat grew louder, and I felt warmth wash over me, knowing that the audience was with us in every moment of joy.

“Let’s not forget your very convincing argument that it was totally my fault!” Pezzy added, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I swear you could’ve sold it to a jury!”

“Oh please, I was merely pointing out that cars should come with an ‘I’m not ready’ warning! Cars and I are not friends,” I replied, visibly amused. A flurry of comments filled the chat—“She’s got a point!” and “Cars need to be more understanding!”

The video played on, and as Pezzy’s narration continued, he showcased each detail dramatically, especially when he got to the part where I burst out laughing, completely caught off guard by the horn honking. The clip concluded with a perfect freeze-frame of us laughing together, which elegantly transitioned into the beautiful background of my phone.

“See? Look how cute we are!” I declared, beaming as I turned my phone to show not just Pezzy’s expression but the candid moment we had shared. The chat exploded again, chaos and adoration entwined; it was a magical moment of connection, reminding everyone why they loved tuning in.

“I bet I’m not the only one who wished they could be an extra in our wild little life!” Pezzy winked at the camera, running a hand through his hair like the charming host he is.

Someone in the chat suggested a collaboration for “car confessions,” and that sent us both into essentially another round of fits of laughter. “Oh my gosh, what a disaster that would be! I’d probably just end up honking all the way to the grocery store!” I chuckled.

“I can see it now—‘Welcome back to Pezzy and ___’s car confessions, where the only thing we hit is the horn!’” he joked, throwing his head back theatrically as if conducting a game show, and I totally played along, dramatically feigning surprise with a hand to my forehead.

The conversation flowed seamlessly as the viewers continued to drop in their car-related stories, sharing similar confessions of clumsiness behind the wheel. We knew we had tapped into something universally relatable, and it felt exhilarating to ride the wave of shared laughter.

As the stream continued, the laughter morphed into goofy ideas for challenges: “Pezzy’s Parking Challenge,” or “Confession Corner,” where viewers could send in stories while Pezzy and I laughed our way through them.

In that moment, I realized our connection with the audience had blossomed into something wonderfully organic, uniting us through shared experiences and laughter. You see, it wasn’t just about the giggles or the memes; it was about creating a space where everyone felt at home, welcoming the delightful chaos that life brings, and celebrating it together—with all our quirks.

And as we leaned back in our chairs, recording our joyful banter, I felt grateful to share not just a stream, but a genuine piece of us with the world—a reminder that laughter really can be the sweetest candy of all.

“Chat, good luck on finding my secret account, not even Pezzy knows my secret accounts’ name.” I say with a small challenge

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seokminfilm · 2 months ago

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attorney fever | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warning, non-idol au, romance-comedy (is it funny??), fluff, a tiny bit of angst, attorney au, hint to girl dad!seokmin, hint to single dad!seokmin, wholesome, meet cute, vague (??) mutual attraction

🪄 summary, your charming lawyer is trying to make a good, professional impression on you, but how can he do that with a bunny figurine sticking out of his suit pocket?

🪄 author's note, this came up in my head when i saw the the 2nd picture on pinterest and i knew i had to do it....."thank you lyr's brain" we all say in unison! ALSO happy 2025!! new year new lyr so stay tuned for some big changes i may make!! much love lyrnation <3

🪄 now playing, trial, phoenix wright: ace attorney ost

🪄 word count, 1.1k | for @kstrucknet

Being in this situation was less than ideal for you.

You were being tried in court because an entitled lady wanted to sue you and your entire workplace for "conspiring to kill her" because you had accidentally put pickles on her sandwich, to which she was "deathly" allergic.

(If you could even be allergic to pickles.)

And so, here you were—standing in an overly decorated courtroom just three days before New Year's Eve, waiting for the lawyer who was supposed to be defending you in the trial.

Your friends had all heard good things about the specific lawyer they had hired for you, and you trusted them, even if the main thing they told you to comfort your obvious worry was that the lawyer was "drop-dead gorgeous".

(Like that was supposed to help you not lose tens of thousands of dollars just before the new year.)

The doorknob twisted, and you stood up, brushing off your outfit as you stood at attention, ready to see your defense attorney.

If he couldn't save you, there was no way you were going to make it out of this courtroom alive, and you'd have to call your mom and tell her you lost your job and have to live with her again and—

Suddenly, all of your worries, fears, and thoughts in general popped like a bubble to a finger, face heating up at the sight in front of you.

He was drop-dead gorgeous.

"You must be..." He trails off, voice rich and confident as he takes your hand in his. You shake it, nodding as you try to clear your throat. "I am."

"I'm Lee Seokmin. I'll be your attorney for this rather unusual case." The smile he gives you sends your body to heaven and back, and you're sure you've been gripping his hand like you'd drown if you let go.

"Thank you, Mr. Lee. I—trust me, I didn't think I would be in this situation either," Blushing, you stare down at your shoes, and Seokmin offers you that shockingly pretty smile again, shaking his head as he retracts his hand.

"That doesn't mean we can't get you out of it, though. Have a seat." He gestures to the empty seat behind you, and you nod, sitting down as he stares at you, dark brown eyes taking in your features.

"So, I've read the case over a few times, but I need to hear your side of the story so I can argue with the prosecutor." Seokmin's voice is firm, experienced—and you would be lying if you didn't think it was extremely attractive.

"Well, long story short��I didn't know the lady was allergic to pickles, and put them on her sandwich like normal because I do that with all sandwiches all the time." You say, blushing at the absurdity of all of this—here you were, telling a really attractive man about a silly mistake of yours turning into a court case.

"She returned after taking a few bites, gestured down at the pickles she pulled out, and then went on a thirty-minute rampage about how we were trying to kill her because she was rich or something."

Sighing, you rub your head, shaking it moments later as you look up at Seokmin.

"I honestly don't really know. All I know is that I could lose my job, and thousands of dollars if I lose." You sigh, your voice becoming shaky as you look down at your feet again.

Lord forbid you to lose this case—everything would change if you did, and not for the better.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Seokmin's voice is calm now, and you follow his instructions, studying his features. His eyes meet yours, and you know he could break anyone with just his stare─it's soft, intense, and almost makes you want to break down on the spot.

"It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay. You put your faith in me, and I'm going to do everything in my power to prove to you that you did the right thing. No stress here, okay? I know you're innocent. Now, I'll get the court to realize it too." Seokmin's words are instantly comforting, and you nod, giving him a smile as your eyes glance down to the little figure sticking from his pocket.

It had been distracting you the whole time, and you had wanted to get a glance at it for a while now. Now that you finally did, the smile that spread across your face was impossible to hide. It was a little bunny rabbit, cute little face peaking just over the top of the pocket.

"Um, Mr. Lee?" You asked, and Seokmin's eyes widened just slightly, replying quickly nevertheless. "Yes?"

"Is that bunny supposed to be the pocket square for your suit?" You gesture to the little bunny peaking out from his chest pocket, and Seokmin's face turns red, laughing nervously as he takes it from his pocket.

"Oh, um─no, no. My daughter, she─" His explanation was hurried, as the blush on his cheeks grew, and your heart broke just a little at the implications of his sentence, even if you knew it was wrong.

He had a daughter. He must be married, then.

"It's cute, though! Your wife must have forgotten to take the bunny out of your pocket," You say, and Seokmin smiles, shaking his head. His eyes become far away for a second, and he shakes his head again, sighing.

"I have no wife to do that for me anymore, so it must've just been my daughter's doing." Seokmin's laugh is bitter, and you fall silent, noting his now solemn countenance.

It hurt you to see him sad, even if you've only known him for a few minutes. He was a dedicated man, and you feel like that didn't apply to just his job. If only you could offer him some comfort of some kind. Would you even be able to do that? Would it be right? Would you be overstepping your boundaries as his client?

Seokmin recovers quickly, shaking himself slightly as he clears his throat, standing up as he glances down at his watch. The pain has vanished from his eyes, something like confidence in his eyes as he looks at you.

"I apologize for falling silent unexpectedly. Let's get you in there and prove you innocent, yeah?" Seokmin's smile is warm, and you nod, giving him a smile that changes his whole world for just a second.

It's warm, inviting, trusting, and he feels his face heat up as he turns away, feeling a swell of something in his chest.

Something he hasn't felt in what feels like forever.

Then and there, as the two of you leave the quiet room, he makes his decision: Seokmin will win this case for you. He was starting to think he'd win any case for you if you asked him.

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padfootdaredmetoo · 1 year ago

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Hi so I have a kind of specific request but it doesn’t matter at all what you do with this information could I request a Thomas Shelby and reader fic where the reader only has one eye after some form of circumstance (it can be completely up to you if you want to list it) and after that they are rendered emotionless and have no care for what happens to themselves or others and towards the end they show some form of emotion (example would be a small smile or Wrinkle of the eye to show a form of gratitude etc) this was out of the blue and I thought it sounded cool so I thought I’d request (I’ve never requested something in my life from here)

Dear Anon,

I loved this request. I changed a couple things up a bit and hope that's alright. I'm always struggling to find gifs for fics and thought I would try out making little pictures for it.... not sure how I feel about it yet. Anyway thank you for waiting so long, hope you enjoy it!

Warning: reader got injured as a child and has lasting damage from it

Tommy was never sure what to think of you, he wondered if that’s how people felt about him. You had an elegant voice, the kind that made him think without a doubt that you could sing. It was soft and feminine, none of which reached your features. You were very pretty but completely unemotional. There was a large scar over your eye, but you didn’t cover it. The pink glass orb replacing your right eye was sparkly, part of him thought you enjoyed how unsettled it made people. But that would imply you enjoy things at all.

He could set you on a task and you would always come back in a timely fashion giving him a nod then going back to your desk at the betting shop. You stayed out of trouble, kept out of family drama, so much so that it made him feel the need to keep a closer watch on you.

All day you were professional, speaking the bare minimum. You drank black coffee but only once it was cold and took small sips. You would give John a swift shake of the head when he offered you a glass of whiskey.

He could tell you gave John the creeps, John would talk for hours if you let him, and you would barely give answers to his questions.

“I don’t know how you trust her.” John had whispered to him before running out the door. He wondered this himself.

“Where bout’s do you live, love?” Tommy asked coming over to stand in front of her desk.

“A few blocks away.” You said softly, he hated how badly he wanted to hear you continue.

“Want me to walk you home.” For her protection, he told himself. With the days getting shorter he should make sure someone walks her home.

“No thank you, Mr. Shelby.” You said politely.

“Call me Tommy.” He said wanting things to become more casual between the two of you.

“Tommy,” She said his name in a way that made his heart lurch. He knew he was in trouble. Your green eye looked at him with a cold stare. Surly he could make you feel something if you gave him the chance.

“Well, help me carry something to the pub then? That on the way to yours?”

“That would not be a problem.” You gave him a nod before he went into the back room trying to think of something to carry to the pub. He tossed some bottles into an old crate. Coming back into the main room he watched you pull your jacket on.

He Put the crate down on the desk and pulled out his wallet. He handed it to you and picked up the crate of empty bottles. Your expression was the usual stony mask not even a hint of confusion.

“Ready?” You gave a nod then followed him out.

“I’ve never had someone want to walk be home this badly before.” Her voice had him feeling tangled up inside.

“It’s dark.” He said dismissively.

“As it is every night.” She said softly. She wasn't going to let him win, he couldn't think of anything to say as he felt your eye on him again.

You followed him to the pub and he left the crate at the doorstep. You stared at him for a long moment and he swore he saw a slight twinkle in your eye.

You turned on your heel, moving into the dark alley way. You lifted your arm up showing you still had his wallet.

Tommy didnt need more of an invitation.

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Tommy walked you home every night, and every night you left him on the doorstep. You avoided gatherings at the Garrison, so that was his only real time with you. A part of him felt that he should be asking you questions, try to figure you out. But the desire to be silent with someone was greater than his curiosity.

This routine continued as the nights got colder and he wondered if you enjoyed it at all.

The shop was closing up and he was making his last phone call. You were organizing the papers on your desk. The door opened to the shop and Charlie ran through. Tommy’s stomach clenched wanting to know why he wasn't home with Polly. He assumed the boy would come right to him and continued his phone call while keeping an eye out.

He went to you and he felt a sense of discomfort. Charlie wouldn't understand that you were closed off, he was only four. He came around the side of your desk and peered up at you.

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You were almost done you work when the door opened and shut, you paid it no attention as it probably didn’t concern you. You were about to open the bottom drawer of your desk when you saw a little boy peering around the edge of your desk. He was quiet and observant. You wondered what had messed him up to make him that way. Ah, yes this was Grace’s son, that explained it.

“Are you a pirate?” He whispered, his eyes focused on the pink glass eye.

“No, but I was taken by pirates when I was young.” You tapped your eye, feeling a flicker of enjoyment as the boys eyes got wide.

“What happened!” He was so eager, and you remembered being that way as a child. You opened your top drawer and pulled out some candy you kept in there.

You slid a piece across the table and the boy smiled. You felt Tommy come out of his office.

“Maybe your dad will let me come over sometime for a bedtime story, I can tell you all about it.” You ruffled the boy's hair, knowing your words were more for Tommy than him.

You gave the boy a smile, it took a bit of concentration but the boy took in a breath. You thought maybe it didn’t look right and that maybe you frightened him.

“The pirates took you because you're so pretty.” The boy's eyes were wide. You let out a small laugh and winced with the familiar pain that followed.

“Feel like a sleepover?” Tommy asked picking Charlie up. Typical Tommy, willing to use his kid as a bargaining chip. The boy clung on to his father but moved so he could keep looking at you.

“No bottles for the pub tonight?” You were being cheeky, but he wouldn't understand that.

“Nah, we can deal with it tomorrow.”

You gave him a slight nod and followed the boys out of the betting shop. Polly was there talking to a lady in a house coat. You assumed they must have been neighbors at one point. She greeted Tommy with a smile but looked slightly startled to see you there.

“Thanks Pol.” He said and she gave a warm smile to you.

“You have a good night.” You gave her a nod then she continued her conversation with the woman. Tommy carried Charlie back to his car and he opened the passenger side for you. You got in, pulling your long skirt in after you.

“Can I sit on your lap?” Tommy was closing the door and you held out a hand to the boy. He got settled on your lap and rubbed his cheek on the fur collar of your jacket.

“So soft.” He murmured. You held on to the boy enjoying the embrace. Thankfully the boy was very still and easy to sit with. The drive was about a half hour and you realized Tommy added about 20 minutes to every night just to walk with you in silence.

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You let the maid take your jacket and didn't miss the way Tommy’s eyes looked over your figure. You felt a twinge of anxiety, how badly you would like to be touched in a way that wouldn't hurt you.

Charlie was rattling on about something and grabbed your hand leading you up to his bedroom. He showed you his various stuffed animals. Tommy took him into the bathroom to get him washed and dressed.

“Promise you’ll wait!” He called out of the little attached bathroom

“Promise.” You called back, you sat on his bed, and took in the space. He had a lot of books and soft toys. A knot in your throat formed as you felt the little girl in you scream in envy. You assumed Tommy had the same type of kid somewhere deep inside of him. His boy was kind and polite, observant and smart, and never had to worry about things. He had clean clothes, a nice room, books to learn from, and a dad who came home every night.

He might have been smoking and drinking, murdering after breakfast, whores for lunch. But you knew that unless he was away for business, Tommy came home to his kid. It was a work ethic you had a great deal of respect for.

The boy ran out of the bathroom in a soft pin-striped pj set and took a leap up onto the bed landing next to you.

“Now tell me about the Pirates.” He said with hungry eyes.

“Well, it all started when I was small.” You told him a wild story. About being left behind by your family, how the forest took you in as one of its own, growing up with magic. One day you were dancing along the cliffs, spinning in the wind and singing, when a pirate captain snatched you right off the rocks. How he had carved out your eye in hopes of gaining the ability to see the magic in the forest. It didn't work and eventually, the mermaids crashed his ship, leaving you stranded in the water. You floated along until his dad pulled you out of the cut.

“How did you survive in the water that long!” He whispered in awe.

“My magic’s not in my lost eye, it's right here.” You pointed at your heart, wishing people could see more of it.

“Can you get a blue eye so we can match?” He asked and you could feel Tommy’s discomfort.

“I suppose I could try and ask the fairies to make me a new one.”

“Time for bed Charlie,” Tommy said softly.

“Will you come back again to visit?” Charlie said grabbing your arm as you tried to stand up from his bed.

“That sounds like a nice idea.” You tried to smile again and it ended up as more of a wince. He didnt seem to notice.

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You followed Tommy down the stairs, amazed he hadn't just taken you down the hall to his bedroom. Maybe you upset him, thinking about it you were a little bit gruesome with the details and Charlie was really small.

You kept following him surprised when you moved away from the front door, he walked towards the other end of the house and then pushed open a heavy door.

He pulled you into a warm and well loved kitchen. It smelled like lamb stew and you realised he was going to try and feed you dinner. You panicked slightly before taking a breath, he invited you to his home. If he doesnt like you, he doesnt have to have you back.

He motioned for you to sit and poured two glasses of whiskey.

“I have wine, gin -”

“I can’t drink -” You said hoping you didnt seem rude. He simply raised and eyebrow and then put both gasses in front of his spot at the table.

“No alcohol.” You clarified.

“Oh, Tea, water, juice?” You thought about which would be easiest and settled for juice.

“Juice please.” You watched him pour a glass of cranberry juice into a whiskey glass.

You thought about sipping it but you felt too shaky at the moment.

“So Pirates eh?”

“Sorry if I scared him -”

“Nah, he liked it. Got me curious as to what actually happened though” He brought you a bowl of stew and a spoon. You looked down at the inviting warm mixture. Would it be worth risking it?

“Hmmm.” You sighed and then realized that he kept you around because of your work ethic, telling him the truth just meant he wouldn't have a romantic interest in you. A sadness flooded you but it was better to get these things over with.

“Well, I dropped a glass in the kitchen when I was little. My dad hit me and I hit my head on the kitchen tiles. The glass got in my eye I have -” You took a shaky breath. “A lot of nerve damage in my face. Sometimes it’s a bit hard to talk or move my face. I’m in a great deal of pain everywhere most of the time actually.”

Tommy studied you carefully.

“I’m sorry.” The words hit you like a bus, another failed conquest. You took another breath. He motioned for you to eat and you looked down at the large pieces of lamb.

“Might not be graceful.” You whispered, hating the anxiety humming through you. Can’t he just say this won’t work out and take you home?

“Nothing about me is graceful.” He shrugged. “Do you - Can I help?” his kindness took you off guard.

“No thank you.” You took a spoonful of broth and slurped it down. It took you the better half of an hour to get the soup finished. Tommy talked though which was nice. He was quiet like you, something you enjoyed about his company.

“Stay in my bed?”

“Oh.” You wanted to say yes. Even if it was just for night you wanted to know what it felt like. “I’ve not - I don’t know if I ca -”

“Just to sleep then?”

“I can do that” You smiled knowing it was crooked and painful to look at. He smiled back at you and it was also pained and crooked.

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Her staying in Tommy’s bed for the night. Neither of them sleeps normally, so they end up talking for a lot of the night. He puts on some records and they lay in silence listening to the music.

He stops seeing whores at lunch after that

After a while, it’s full-on dating and they prefer each other's company rather than lying awake alone.

He notices her pain now and tries to help her out any way he can.

He asks her if touch is painful and she shrugs not sure how to give a solid answer - he tries a variety of things to make her feel good.

Charlie is happy and likes your stories but understands that sometimes you can’t talk. He will sit next to you and make up his own stories to make you feel better.

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sequinsmile-x · 10 months ago

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The Albatross

The dizziness she’d been trying to ignore suddenly takes over, her vision turning into a pinpoint before disappearing entirely. She falls, narrowly missing hitting her head on the corner of her desk, and she slips out of consciousness.

Her last thought is of her family, their happy faces staring down at her from the picture on her desk.

A reimagining of Route 66, in which Emily experiences complications from an old injury.

Part 1/2

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Hi friends,

This is based on a message I got over on twitter from the lovely Suu <3 As soon as she sent it to me I couldn't stop thinking about it and here we are.

I settled on this being a two parter, and part 2 will be up over the weekend!

I really hope you like it, and I will anticipate the yelling. <3

(Also, lets appreciate the fact it took a week and a half for me to use a TTPD song as a fic title. That's growth haha)

-x-

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: injury, canon compliant themes

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She feels awful the moment she wakes up, her limbs impossibly heavy as she forces herself out of bed, pain in her abdomen pulling a groan out of her as she stands up. She takes a moment to try and blink away the discomfort, briefly dizzy with it as she hisses and rubs her stomach, only driven forward towards the door when she hears her son cries from the next room.

“I can go get him, sweetheart.”

Emily smiles as she turns to look at her husband, shaking her head as she continues walking out of their room, “You get all day with him, I need my snuggles.”

She winks at Aaron as she leaves the room and heads towards the nursery. She groans again as nausea rolls through her and she pauses, leaning against the wall as she breathes through it. She’d felt off-kilter the last few days, nausea, exhaustion and pain that she put down to her periods and hormones still being out of sync after she’d had Issac six months ago. She knew she was still adjusting post-pregnancy but she hated that she still didn’t feel in control of her body. She blows out a breath and walks into the nursery, a smile spreading across her face as she looks at her son, a sympathetic whine leaving her as she walks him over and picks him up, his cries immediately muffled by her skin as he buries his face against her neck.

“Oh tell me all about it, sweet boy,” she says, pressing a kiss to his temple, patting his back soothingly as she settles into the armchair, “Mommy’s got you.”

Issac grabs at her shirt and presses his face into her chest. She chuckles and adjusts her shirt, expertly unbuttoning it and unhooking the cup of her bra with one hand, a trick that months ago, when Issac was tiny and seemingly endlessly fragile, felt impossible. Aaron had told her that she’d be a natural, patiently talking her down from every edge her anxiety pushed her towards as her due date drew near, a loving smile on his face as he told her that she was already an amazing mom to Jack, and part of her was furious he was right. A stubborn streak in her that she’d never been able to get past that she felt bubbling in her gut whenever he’d smile at her, a hint of I told you so pressed into his dimples whenever he watched her with Issac.

She rests her head on the back of the chair as he latches on, her eyes closing for a moment as she hums to him. She looks down at her little boy and sighs contentedly, everything else disappearing for a moment apart from the two of them. She runs her knuckles down his cheek as he feeds, his skin still as soft as the day he’d been born, and she feels familar love warm her from the inside out.

“Mommy has to go to work today,” she says quietly, tracing her fingers over his dark hair. She hears the floorboard outside of the nursery creak, a specific spot they’d avoid if they knew Issac was sleeping, and she smiles, “But I bet if we ask really nicely, Daddy will bring you in for lunch so I can see you both.”

She looks up as the door opens and Aaron walks into the room, just like she knew he would, and he smiles widely at her, “I’m sure we can manage that.”

Before they’d even started trying for a baby they discussed what would happen with their careers. It hadn’t felt right to either of them for them both to continue working at the BAU. After a lot of back and forth, and more than one argument, they’d settled on her staying and him moving on. It felt right for them, and she knew Aaron had been keen to do it - wanting to learn from the mistakes he’d made in the past. In the end, he’d decided to leave the FBI altogether, content to stay at home whilst Issac was still so young. He taught a class at the academy a couple of times a week to stop himself from going completely insane, but she knew he enjoyed it. In her worst moments, she was almost jealous of the time he got with the boys, but she wasn’t ready to leave her work behind yet. And for the first time in her life, she had what she’d always wanted - a family to come home to.

The last thing she’d anticipated was that Strauss would offer her the Unit Chief position. Aaron hadn’t been as shocked as Emily had been and she later found out he’d been the one to recommend her, something that she’d briefly been mad at him for, not wanting anyone to think it was just because she was married to him. He’d assured her, as had Strauss, that it was nothing to do with that, that her history and skills spoke for themselves. She’d returned to work in her new role when Issac was three months old and, despite the added stress, she loved it.

“Good,” she says, looking down at Issac as he pulls away from her, smiling softly at him as she passes him over to Aaron when he reaches for him. She winces as she lifts her arms, the ache in her abdomen turning into a sharp pain as she hands the baby over. She tries to cover it with a smile as her eyes meet her husbands, “I’d miss you too much otherwise.”

Aaron frowns at her, concern licking at his insides as he rests Issac against his shoulder, patting his son’s back as he looks his wife up and down, “Are you okay?”

She clears her throat and nods, standing up and clenching her teeth as the dizziness returns, her head hazy as she steadies herself on the crib for a second, “I’m fine.”

He sighs, stepping towards her, “Em-”

“I said I’m fine,” she snaps, immediately feeling guilty as she cuts him off. She sighs and closes the gap between them, her hand on his arm as she squeezes it, leaning in to kiss an apologetic kiss against his lips, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

He isn’t sure if he believes her, but he knows not to push her, not now anyway, so he nods, kissing her back, “You should get ready, you don’t want to be late.”

She nods and kisses him once more before she kisses Issac’s head and leaves the room. She rubs her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose as she walks back into the master bedroom, the start of a headache pressing at the back of her eyes.

She tells herself that she’ll be fine once she has a coffee and she gets ready, taking time to say goodbye to her boys before she leaves, making sure Jack has the homework she’d helped him with the night before in his bag.

It’s gone 11 am by the time she accepts that she isn’t well, the morning dragging by like syrup, time slowing down around her as her headache and stomach ache gets worse, her vision blurry with it as she tries to do her paperwork. She knows she’s taken her bad mood out on the team, her door and curtains closed as she sought out solitude in her office after complaining about how behind they were with their paperwork.

She eventually gives in to the fact she needs painkillers and she stands up to get them from her purse. The dizziness she’d been trying to ignore suddenly takes over, her vision turning into a pinpoint before disappearing entirely. She falls, narrowly missing hitting her head on the corner of her desk, and she slips out of consciousness.

Her last thought is of her family, their happy faces staring down at her from the picture on her desk. ___

Aaron readjusts his hold on Issac as he steps into the elevator, chuckling as he turns his attention to his son who was seconds away from trying to put his father’s visitor badge in his mouth.

“I don’t think so, buddy,” he says, unclipping it from his polo shirt and moving it out of Issac’s reach, smiling when the baby frowns at him, a look written all over his face that Emily would always say was all him. He tickles Issac’s stomach and smiles as the baby giggles, a sound that never fails to make Aaron’s heart swell in his chest, “You excited to see Mommy?”

Issac babbles in response as the elevator doors open onto the BAU’s floor and Aaron sucks in a breath as he steps out into the hallway that he’d once walked every day.

It was strange being a visitor in a place that had been so significant in his life. He’d built his career here. He’d lost his first marriage to this place and met the love of his life here too. A constant give and take that had formed decades of his life. He’d known horror and joy and gut-wrenching sadness in between these walls, and he knew he could never regret a second of it, not when it had led him to the life he had now.

“Hotch and Little Hotch,” Derek says, his smile wide as Aaron walks into the bullpen, the nickname for Issac that Emily hated slipping free easily when she wasn’t in earshot, “What are you guys doing here? Where’s Medium Hotch?”

“Jack’s at school,” he explains, ignoring his eldest son’s nickname too, “Issac and I are taking Emily for lunch,” Aaron says, frowning when he looks at his wife’s office, the closed door and shut blinds unusual, “Is she in a meeting?”

Derek shrugs, “I don’t know man, she’s not in a good mood though.”

“She isn’t?” He asks, thinking back to that morning, how she’d snapped at him before immediately apologising, something that hadn’t happened since the early days of Issac’s life when they barely slept at all.

Aaron feels the concern he’d felt earlier return, a churning in his gut that he doesn’t fully understand, an instinct he can’t ignore that something was wrong with his wife. She’d not been feeling like herself for days, he knew that, but she’d pushed him away whenever he mentioned it. She claimed it was her period regulating after having Issac, or that she was tired after a long day of work.

Derek shakes his head, “She told us all we’re behind on paperwork and then shut her office door” he says, reaching out and ruffling Issac’s hair, smiling when the baby giggles, “You’d better put your cutest face on Little Hotch, be a good boy and cheer up your Mama for the rest of us.”

Aaron chuckles politely and then nods towards Emily’s office, “We’ll go cheer her up, right buddy?”

He smiles as he almost walks into Dave on the walkway, a wry smile on the older man's face, “You’re here to cheer up our fearless leader I assume?”

Aaron hums and nods towards Issac, the baby getting fussy as if he could tell his mother was near.

“I brought the big guns,” he says, knocking briefly on Emily’s office door before he steps in, “Hi sweetheart…”

He drifts off as he takes in the scene in front of him, time slowing down as he looks at the scattered papers and the chair jutting out at a strange angle. For a moment, as he looks at his wife lying on the floor, he can’t quite take it in, his breath caught in his chest as he stares at her, a ringing in his ears that he can’t shake off, memories of finding Haley laying in their old bedroom years ago flashing across his vision. A grim showreel as it feels like his past collides with his present.

His senses come back all at once as Dave steps into the room too, his gasp pulling Aaron back to the present, time returning to normal speed so quickly it hits him square in the chest, making him breathless.

“Emily,” he says, his voice shaking as he hands Issac over to Dave, grateful when his friend takes his son, his hands already out and waiting. Aaron doesn’t feel pain as his knees hit the floor, doesn't feel the ache spreading through his joints as he touches Emily’s slack face, trying to wake her up with nothing more than his touch, “Emily, sweetheart, I need you to wake up.”

His nerves fray as she doesn’t respond, her head lulling to the side as he tries to gather her against him. Panic swells in his chest as he hears Dave yell out for someone to call an ambulance, the chaos from the team in the bullpen driving Issac to burst into tears, his cries only increasing when Dave thwarts his attempt to get to his parents.

Aaron looks up at Dave, his eyebrows furrowed as JJ and Derek enter the room too, the latter getting on the floor with Aaron, kneeling by her side like he once had in a warehouse in Boston.

“The ambulance is on its way,” Derek says, his voice tight, the pleasant nature of their conversation just minutes ago feeling like nothing short of a lifetime ago.

“How long has she been like this?” Aaron demands, looking back and forth between them, anger flaring in his chest when they all shake their heads, guilt and panic painted across their faces, “When did any of you last speak to her?”

“She asked to be left alone,” JJ says, her voice shaking as she takes Issac from Dave, doing her best to calm the little boy down, “We didn’t…we didn’t know.”

Aaron clenches his teeth, desperately trying to make sure he didn’t lash out at his friends, that he didn’t say something he’d later regret. He turns his attention back to Emily, his hand tightly around hers, lifting it to kiss her knuckles, his lips grazing her wedding rings.

“Sweetheart,” he begs, not caring who was there to listen, who was there to watch the cracks form in his once impenetrable facade, “Please, wake up.”

The silence he gets in return is deafening, overriding the panic in the bullpen and his son’s whimpering cries from the other side of the room.

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Emily groans as she wakes up, her head spinning as she tries to make sense of what’s happened, of where she is.

She looks around the street she finds herself in, at first unsure when she’d even left the office, and she frowns as she spots a movie theatre, finding herself drawn to it. She pauses outside, the familiar feeling of being watched burning at the back of her neck, goosebumps making her shiver as they spread throughout her body.

“Hi Emily, it’s been a long time.”

She freezes at the sound of the familar voice. One she’d heard on tapes more than she’d ever heard in person, the joy that would always flow from it in family videos so different to the last words she’d ever spoken. Words Emily had heard down a phone line back when Aaron was just her boss and Jack wasn’t her son.

She sucks in a breath as she turns around, her eyes wide as they meet the hazel ones their son had inherited.

“Haley?”

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rootedinrevisions · 5 months ago

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One of Them Girls: Part 12

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 5 I PART 6

PART 7 I PART 8 I PART 9 I PART 10 I PART 11

You were finishing up your morning coffee when your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. Glancing over, you saw Tyler's name light up the screen. Smiling, you picked it up and answered, leaning against the counter.

"Good morning," you greeted him, your voice light and playful.

"Good morning, beautiful," Tyler replied, his deep voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I hope you're ready for tonight."

"Tonight?" you asked, raising an eyebrow even though he couldn't see you. "What's happening tonight?"

There was a brief pause, and you could almost picture the mischievous grin that was undoubtedly spreading across Tyler's face. "I've got a little something planned for us," he said, his tone teasing. "I'll pick you up at seven. Wear something nice."

Your curiosity piqued, you straightened up a bit. "Something nice, huh? Care to give me a hint?"

"Nope," Tyler said with a chuckle. "You'll just have to trust me."

You couldn't help but laugh, already feeling the familiar excitement that always came with spending time with Tyler. "Alright, I guess I'll see you at seven."

"Looking forward to it," he said, and you could hear the genuine warmth in his voice. "See you then."

After hanging up, you stared at your phone for a moment, your mind racing as you tried to figure out what Tyler had planned. "Something nice," you murmured to yourself, thinking about your wardrobe. With that in mind, you set your coffee cup in the sink and headed to your room, determined to find the perfect outfit.

Once inside your room, you opened your closet and began flipping through hangers, the excitement slowly giving way to frustration. Graphic tees, casual tops, jeans, and a few sundresses stared back at you, none of which seemed to fit the occasion Tyler had hinted at. You bit your lip, pulling out a simple black dress that you'd worn to a friend's wedding last year. It was cute, but not exactly what you would want to wear for a date. But it was the closest thing to "nice" that you had.

You tossed it on the bed with a sigh, running a hand through your hair as you scanned the rest of your options. Nothing seemed right.

Just as you were about to give up and resign yourself to a shopping trip, your roommate walked by your open door, pausing when she saw the pile of rejected outfits on your bed. "Date night?" she asked with a knowing grin.

"Yeah, but I have no idea what to wear," you admitted, turning to her with a slightly helpless expression. "All he said is wear something 'nice'."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully before snapping her fingers as an idea struck. "I've got just the thing," she said, disappearing into her room and returning a moment later with a dress draped over her arm. It was a sleek, midnight blue cocktail dress, elegant and form-fitting, with thin straps and a neckline that was tasteful but undeniably flattering. And much lower than anything you would normally wear.

Your eyes widened as you took it in. "Are you sure?" you asked, reaching out to touch the smooth fabric.

"Of course! It's just been sitting in my closet, begging to be worn," she said with a shrug. "And it'll look amazing on you. Trust me."

You hesitated for a moment, then took the dress from her, a smile spreading across your face. "Thank you. I think this might be perfect."

"No problem," she said, giving you a wink. "Just make sure to knock his socks off."

With that, she left you alone to get ready, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as you held the dress up to yourself in the mirror. It was bolder than anything you'd worn in a while, but tonight felt like the perfect night to step out of your comfort zone.

You slipped into the dress, smoothing it down over your curves, and took a moment to admire the way it hugged your figure just right. As you added the finishing touches—simple jewelry, a touch of makeup, and a pair of heels—you couldn't help but imagine Tyler's reaction when he saw you.

At precisely seven o'clock, the doorbell rang, and you felt a flutter of excitement in your chest. You smoothed down the dress one last time and took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves.

Your roommate was the one to answer the door, and you could hear her cheerful greeting. "Hey, Tyler! Come on in," she said, her voice carrying through the house.

You took a final glance in the mirror, then turned toward the staircase. Just as you reached the top step, your roommate called out, "She's just coming down. Get ready to be amazed."

You smiled to yourself and began your descent, your hand lightly grazing the banister. As you walked down the stairs, you caught sight of Tyler standing just inside the doorway. The moment he saw you, his eyes widened, and he seemed to forget how to breathe. His usual confident demeanor softened into something more tender as he took in your appearance, his gaze sweeping over you with undisguised admiration.

Tyler stood frozen for a moment, dressed in a pair of well-fitted dress pants, a sharp jacket, and a crisp white button-up shirt paired with a tie that brought out the color of his eyes. He looked every bit as dashing as you'd imagined, but the way he was looking at you made your heart skip a beat.

You reached the bottom of the stairs, and Tyler finally seemed to find his voice. "Wow," he said softly, his eyes locked on yours. "You look...gorgeous."

A warm blush crept up your cheeks at the sincerity in his voice. "Thank you," you replied, your smile widening. "You clean up pretty well yourself."

Tyler chuckled, stepping closer until he was right in front of you. His hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as he looked at you with a mixture of awe and affection. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he murmured, his voice just above a whisper.

You felt your heart swell at his words, the connection between you two stronger than ever. "And I'm the luckiest girl," you said, squeezing his hand in return.

Your roommate, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but smile at the obvious chemistry between the two of you. "Alright, you two, get going before you make me cry," she teased, giving you both a playful nudge toward the door.

Tyler laughed, still holding your hand as he led you outside. "Don't worry, I'll have her back before midnight," he called over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving yours as he guided you to his truck.

As you climbed into the passenger seat, you couldn't help but feel like you were in a scene from a movie—the kind where everything was just right, and you knew you were about to have a night to remember.

The two of you head out to a nice restaurant, one of the more upscale spots in your area. The kind of place with white tablecloths, dim lighting, and a wine list that's longer than the menu. The hostess leads you to a cozy corner table, and as you sit down, you exchange a smile with Tyler. It's the kind of date that should feel special, the kind that people dream about.

As the waiter pours your wine, you glance around at the elegant setting. The soft hum of conversation fills the air, and the gentle clinking of silverware against plates creates a refined atmosphere. You take a sip of your wine, savoring the rich flavor, but as the evening progresses, you can't shake the feeling that something is off.

Tyler seems to sense it too. He's polite and attentive, but there's a slight tension in his shoulders that you haven't seen before. He picks up his menu, his eyes scanning the options. "Anything catching your eye?" he asks, his tone casual.

You glance at the menu, feeling a little overwhelmed by the array of choices. "Everything looks good," you reply, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Maybe the steak?"

Tyler nods, but there's a hint of hesitation in his expression. "Yeah, the steak sounds good, but... I'm not sure."

There's a pause as you both study the menu, and you can't help but notice the way Tyler keeps glancing at you, as if he's waiting for something. Finally, you set your menu down and meet his gaze. "Tyler, is it just me, or does this feel... weird?"

He chuckles, relief washing over his face as he leans back in his chair. "I thought it was just me," he admits, his voice softening. "Don't get me wrong, you look amazing, and the food looks great, but... I don't know. This just doesn't feel like us."

You nod in agreement, feeling the same sense of disconnect. "Yeah, it feels like we're trying too hard to make this into something it's not," you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Honestly, I'd rather be at home, in comfy clothes, watching a movie or something."

Tyler's eyes light up at your suggestion. "You know, that sounds perfect," he says, his smile widening. "Why don't we ditch this place and do just that?"

You laugh, the tension that had been building all evening finally melting away. "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely," Tyler replies, his voice full of sincerity. "Let's get out of here. We can grab some food on the way home and make it a movie night."

The idea sounds perfect, and you don't need any more convincing. The two of you quickly settle the bill, thank the staff, and make a quick exit from the restaurant, laughing as you head back to the car.

You and Tyler share a look as you leave the upscale restaurant, the night air a refreshing contrast to the stuffy atmosphere you've just left behind. It's clear that neither of you was really feeling the formality of the evening, and as you head back to his truck, Tyler sighs in relief.

"Man, I don't think I've been that uncomfortable in a while," he says with a grin, reaching up to loosen the knot on his tie.

You laugh, feeling the same way. "Yeah, I think we were trying to be something we're not," you admit, shaking your head as you slip into the passenger seat of his truck.

As Tyler climbs in and starts the engine, he glances over at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. "How about we make a pit stop? I know a place that's more our speed."

Curiosity piqued, you nod eagerly. "Lead the way."

The truck rumbles to life, and you're soon driving through the quiet streets, the city lights reflecting off the windshield. Tyler seems more at ease behind the wheel, and the tension that had hung over the night begins to lift. After a short drive, he pulls into the parking lot of a small, unassuming diner—one of those classic, no-frills spots with neon signs and a few cars parked outside.

"This is more like it," Tyler says as he shuts off the engine. He gets out and walks around to your side, opening the door for you with a playful bow.

You can't help but laugh as you step out, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. The crisp night air brushes against your bare arms, and you shiver slightly, rubbing your hands together.

Tyler notices and shrugs off his suit jacket. "Hold on," he says, tossing the jacket onto the driver's seat before reaching into the back of the truck. He pulls out a flannel shirt and tosses it to you. "Here, put this on. It'll keep you warm."

You catch the shirt and smile, appreciating the gesture. "Thanks," you say, pulling the oversized flannel over your dress. The soft fabric feels comforting, and the scent of Tyler's cologne clings to it, making you feel even closer to him.

Tyler, meanwhile, tugs at his tie, loosening it completely before slipping it off and tossing it on the seat next to his jacket. He unbuttons the top few buttons of his dress shirt, and as he rolls up his sleeves, you catch a glimpse of his forearms. The casual, effortless look suits him much better than the formal attire, and you can't help but smile at the sight.

"Much better," he says, running a hand through his hair before offering you his arm. "Shall we?"

You loop your arm through his, and together, you walk toward the diner, the neon lights flickering overhead. Inside, the place is cozy and welcoming, with red vinyl booths, checkered floors, and a jukebox in the corner softly playing an old rock tune. The smell of greasy food and fresh coffee fills the air, and you can't help but feel like you've stepped back in time.

The waitress greets you with a friendly smile and shows you to a booth by the window. You slide in across from Tyler, who's already eyeing the menu like a kid in a candy store.

"I don't know about you," he says, grinning as he flips through the laminated pages, "but I'm craving a good, old-fashioned burger and fries."

"Sounds perfect," you agree, feeling more relaxed than you have all night. The tension from the restaurant is long gone, replaced by the easy comfort of being somewhere that feels like home.

When the waitress returns, you both place your orders—two cheeseburgers, a large plate of fries to share, and milkshakes. Tyler goes for chocolate, while you opt for vanilla. As you wait for the food, you lean back in your seat, your eyes meeting his across the table.

"So," Tyler starts, a playful smirk on his lips, "what do you think? Fancy restaurant or diner?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "I think the diner wins, hands down. This just feels more... us."

"Agreed," he says, nodding. "I was starting to worry that we'd be stuck pretending all night. I'm glad we ditched the act."

There's a moment of comfortable silence as you both take in your surroundings. The din of conversation, the clatter of dishes, and the hum of the jukebox create a lively, familiar atmosphere that's miles away from the quiet, subdued ambiance of the restaurant. It's the kind of place where you can be yourself—no need for formalities or pretense.

Before long, the waitress returns with your food, setting down two heaping plates of burgers and fries, along with tall, frosty milkshakes. You both dig in immediately, the first bite of the juicy burger making you sigh in satisfaction.

"Now this," Tyler says between bites, "is what I'm talking about."

You grin, nodding as you dip a fry into your milkshake—a habit you've had since you were a kid. Tyler raises an eyebrow at you, clearly amused. "Really? Fries in the milkshake?"

"It's the perfect combination of salty and sweet," you insist, offering him one. "Try it."

He hesitates for a second, then takes the fry from your hand and dips it into his own milkshake. He pops it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully before his eyes widen in surprise. "Okay, I admit—that's pretty good."

"Told you," you say, smugly taking another fry for yourself.

The conversation flows easily as you eat, the two of you talking and laughing about everything and nothing. Tyler shares a few stories from his storm-chasing adventures, making you laugh with his animated retellings of close calls and unexpected moments. You find yourself opening up to him as well, sharing more about your life, your quirks, and the little things that make you who you are.

By the time you're both finished eating, the plates are nearly empty, and your sides ache from laughing so much. You sit back in your seat, sipping the last of your milkshake as Tyler leans back with a satisfied sigh.

"This was perfect," you say, feeling a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the food. "Way better than that fancy dinner."

Tyler nods, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. His touch is warm and grounding, and when he speaks, his voice is soft and sincere. "I couldn't agree more. This... this feels like us."

You squeeze his hand, your heart swelling with affection for this man who somehow knows exactly what you need. "I'm glad we did this."

"Me too," he replies, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. "We don't need anything fancy. Just you, me, and a good burger."

After a few more minutes of conversation, you both decide it's time to head back. Tyler pays the bill, and as you leave the diner, you feel a sense of contentment settle over you. The night might have started out as a formal date, but it's ending in the best way possible—with the two of you just being yourselves.

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cecedownbad · 2 years ago

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TOUCH

Summary: Leon got a temporary partner, he wasn't keen on it yet why did you look at him like like that? Why did your touches leave him falling apart? [Leon X GN!reader]

Warning: No Y/N, slightly suggestive, this was self indulgent, I made Leon a softie but also not *wink*

Word count: 1.9k

I wrote this right after I got all the achievements for RE4R, I'm so down bad. Pictured ID Leon for this one. [Put the MDNI tag after editing, Listen kids don't be reading things you aren't supposed to.]

Enjoy

A rare occurrence this was, where the independent agent would be assigned a partner to work with. He didn't welcome the idea but upon insistence from high authority, it was something that required no refusal. To the other however, you were not new to the concept but had other reasons for finding it difficult to work with another. Just this moment however, the idea didn't seem so bad, not when the man crouched before you had features meant to be carved on statues.

"Do you mind if I..." Admiring the soft strands that covered Leon's eye, you grazed a few to catch a glimpse of those baby blues, those eyes that seemed to shift at the softest contact with light. Oh what a dream they were but the other could only flinch at your touch. "—What do you think you're doing?" The question left his mouth hastily, the brush of your fingertips had him startled enough to sound like he could have raised the weapon in hand to your throat. But what should have scared you, only made you want to gaze further but the situation around had sent its own hints that were hard to avoid, so with hesitance, you retract your hand and place it by your side, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"It's fine, let's get this over with." This wasn't meant to be complicated. Leon had his own share of grueling missions, ones that he'd imagined that he'd never return from. So, why was it that information retrieval required a party of two, one of which already seemed distracted, by their partner no less. "They're moving out, I'll take this exit, you take the one on the east end. Go." He instructed, you truly were distracted. Following his orders was easy, but the way his voice sounded so rich, the gruff undertones left you waiting for what else he could say, a second look from him gave a clear idea that it was all you would hear.

With a nod, leaving the area, you'd trace every corner of the building, inspecting any unusual anomaly that laid before you, clearing hallways as you pass by. It wasn't any different on Leon's end, though there was one anomaly that couldn't seem to dissipate, it was the slight warm touch of your fingers by his cheek. He'd been entranced by that way your eyes would gaze at every bit of his face, all the indentations had been marked. His awareness of this wasn't something outlandish, he knew that few found him attractive but the stare that you'd left him with screamed something so raw.

Taking his thoughts, he rubbed away your phantom touch and dragged on with his mission at hand, the one thing he should be focused on. "Helios coming in, I have spotted hostiles at the exit gates, waiting for your approach Condor one." The static grated through Leon's comms, leaving any hesitation behind, he answered, "Copy, keep eyes on the hostiles."

Leon made it by your side shortly after, with total silence weighing over you, this was the opportune moment to take down the guards. Taking a final look at your gear and checking your handgun, the time to slip away had arrived and with the help of your support operative, a vehicle with an armed driver was provided. The question still rested, why was it that two agents were required for this mission, either one of you could have retrieved the information. And with that still lurking at the corner of your mind, subtle glances at Leon were made.

Curiosity took ahold of the question that popped up, along the way the question was lost to the farthest reaches. The car had been silent along the way, not even the radio could overtake the hold it had but the silence opened the gates of your fleeting observations to run wild and with that, so did your senseless curiosity. The man next to you had been gazing out the window, his hand rested on the side of his neck, with his elbow placed on the car door. The light from the window had blanketed him with such vivid beauty, almost as if it embraced him. The clothes that he wore were simple, dawning nothing more than a jacket and a dark shirt on the inside.

Unlike before, you'd try and make your glances more discreet but really, how could that be possible when his very frame looked as though it was meant to be painted, as if he was the only source to study. Your eyes were caught by his, Leon didn't make do with ignorance this time, "Do you enjoy staring at people that much?" His tone was not contempt, in fact his question was rather genuine with its details and all he wanted was an answer from his temporary 'aid'. "I'm sorry, I just—I really did not mean to make you—"

"You keep looking like I'm the last thing alive, I'm...curious, why?" His back turned away from the window, the rays now outlining his figure gently. The answer to that question was so obvious, it almost poured out a second later. So you answer, an ounce of hesitation now whisked away, "Because, I find you...beautiful." it slipped out with ease that it caught you off guard at the departure.

"Beautiful? Listen, I'm not up for insults."

"No, I find you beautiful, I can't help but stare." He'd never seen someone face him with such words in conviction, as if nothing could phase the fact. You raise your hand to his face, the action - slow but you never felt so light, "May I?" A question that sounded so desperate, he responded by shutting his eyes, accepting your touch.

Tenderly your palm rested on his face, soothing his skin with your thumb. He didn't seem to mind, no, he didn't mind at all. He once refused the touch of any other, after all, the pain knew nothing more than the soft warm touch of another now. Leon didn't refuse, he couldn't turn away, your hand caressed his cheek, slowly parting his hair from his eyes like before.

The sensation no longer makes him flinch but want. That scared him, he couldn't believe that he'd crave the touch of another in such a way he could've lost himself. No, he shouldn't want any more but oh, the way you'd gaze at him, the way your eyes followed all his indentations, he lost himself in your hands.

It didn't go past you, you noticed it as well. You retracted your hand, it hurt you but the sudden loss had Leon peering at you. All you did was caress his face yet he seemed to have wanted more but that led to the two recording their surroundings. The vehicle had reached its destination, you thanked the driver and hoped to all the constellations that the glass divider between the driver and passenger seat gave away little of what was exchanged before.

As such came your formalities, this was where you'd expected to part ways with Leon, the two of you report to different authorities afterall. You contact your support operative and file in the report at your desk.

"It went well I assume, no slip ups?" The woman sat before in the desk eyed your files. Her glasses rode all the way down to her nose. "Yes, working with Leon Kennedy made it a much smoother retrieval. I do have a question though." You needed to ask, that one recurring question, "Since you did well and I have some time, go on." She accepted the query.

"Why were both Leon and I assigned to this? When we got there, the place could have been easily swept by either me or Leon alone." It wasn't daunting in any way, a simple query but the woman furrowed her brow and peered at you with rather tense eyes. "It was an order from someone else, we had expected the location to be more guarded, it was good that it wasn't."

It barely answered anything, but you accepted it, walking out the office and returning to your very own. When you would have expected to be alone with your thoughts, you see a surprising figure at your desk, it was Leon. "Hey, I'm guessing you just finished with your report?" He asked.

"Yeah, did you...want to ask me something?" You eyed the way he'd been leaning on your desk, had he been waiting here a while? That rested on your mind and the thought didn't bring any discomfort. He looked down from where he stood, but his eyes met you just as fast,

"Back there, I..."

".....back there you? Hm?"

"I didn't—I didn't hate what happened, I have something to ask you, how long have you been, watching?"

"Huh? oh no, I never tailed you or anything, I just looked from afar. Believe me, I wasn't stalking you or—" His question caught you off balance, this time it did bother you, causing profuse apologies slipping out but he caught you from spewing any further. As your eyes darted away, trying your best to focus on anything but him. Though that went all up in flames since he placed his hand at the back of your head, making you look directly at him, "Look at me, I'm right in front of you." Leon wasn't harsh with any of his movements, that tilt was only meant to make you look at him in your fluster but this had gotten you to go quiet.

It was his turn to mark your every feature, he could never miss a thing at this set up. "You really know how to get to me." He pressed his thumb to your lips, running over them both, parting them softly. His eyes were trained on you, as though you were the only one there. Leon's eyes fell from your eyes to your mouth and landed on your hands, which he grabbed, taking it up to eye level. He placed your hands over his lips, grazing them softly against it. Your stomach rolled for miles at this point, his actions were captivating and it made you scream all sorts of profanities that your mind could make up.

"Look at you, I shouldn't make you wait any longer." Oh he knew what he was doing. How could that very man who looked as though he could have fallen apart by touch alone be standing before you, locked in place, holding both your hands together, like a cuff. "O-okay, uhm, I need to get back to work, I'm guessing so do you, can I go now? Please?" Your plea was practically begging, you didn't hate any of this but it didn't make your heart grow any quieter. He let out a small laugh, as though he'd triumphed, won an achievement no one said he could. He let go of your hands, relieving you of the hold.

You seated yourself right after, clearing your throat to dissipate any other unwanted thoughts. Expecting to see him walk out of your office, you waited but he didn't, instead he turned your chair to face him, your eyes landing on his chest before looking up at him.

"I'll see you later."

The words were so simple yet he left you by grazing your face. The soft touch similar to the one you both exchanged.

He left you wanting more.

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kookie-doughs · 1 year ago

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Daddy Cupid: The Asshole

Modern!Donquixote Doflamingo X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 4: He's like so obsessed idk wym

"Yeah! And he went and destroyed the car!!! He's such a creepy weirdo..." You grumbled as you swayed your legs, staring up at the ceiling.

"I would've destroyed it too, you know," Buggy said matter-of-factly as he applied his makeup. "That car almost hit you and didn't check up on you. Knowing that sociopath, I would've thought he killed the driver already."

"Law said Doffy was gonna do that, but the police said murder is harder to cover up."

"Why can't someone cover for my crimes when I do crimes?" heasked, a hint of frustration in your voice.

"Be born rich, loser," you retorted with a sly grin.

Buggy rolled his eyes and continued applying his makeup, meticulously perfecting his look. A few minutes of silence followed, and you shifted your gaze to the clown, who was almost done with his makeup. He looked up at you with a curious expression.

"No, but like, Bug, do you think he's like... I don't know, into me?" You let out your thoughts, a hint of uncertainty in your voice, seeking your friend's opinion.

Buggy raised an eyebrow and gave you a curious look. "Why are you so worried about that?"

"Because it's Doffy! He's the biggest asshole I know! He's built his life around ruining me since we were kids," you explained, your concern palpable.

"I think he's actually into you," Buggy said with a smirk, waving a brush in your direction. "I remember how he was when you dated Crocoboy."

You cringed at the memory that involved two people you'd rather not think about, your ex and Doffy.

"Which one are you thinking of, the one where they both fight to see who can embarrass me more with shitty stories from years ago?" you asked.

"I was thinking of Doffy sending your video to Croco and, to get back at him, Croco sent one you doing it." Buggy laughed.

"Oh god do not give me a Crocodile and Ceasar flashback..." You hissed and covered your face.

Caesar Clown was a guy you used to flirt with, and he got bullied by Doflamingo. To save himself, he offered Doflamingo to send everything you sent him, from daily selfies to spicy ones.

You don't know how long it went on, but the pictures ranged from the very first one you sent Caesar to the one from last night. You found out about it when Doflamingo showed you his new phone, and you saw your picture in your underwear as his wallpaper, and he had a smirk.

You couldn't contact Ceasar after that and you hoped he had gotten hit by a car or something. When you asked Doflamingo to delete it he refused saying you keep his videos its only fair he keeps yours.

Now, with your content at his disposal, he used it to attack the insecure men who tried to enter your life.

"Bug, can we kill Doffy, please..." You pleaded, frustration and annoyance in your voice.

Buggy let out a chuckle, though he could sense your genuine exasperation. "I'd be dead just by standing next to you in front of him. But, if you ever need a getaway driver for your revenge plot, count me in!"

Buggy looks out the open door of his room and spots his newly woken up roommate. "Or you can go out with a certain man-whore who's also been obsessed with you. He's as powerful as Doflamingo, maybe more."

You follow his eyes and roll your eyes, groaning as you realize he's talking about Shanks. "Not him."

Shanks, hearing your voice, turns to Buggy's room and spots you. His sleepiness quickly fades as he goes into his golden retriever mode, wagging his tail at your feet.

"No, I think you should listen to Buggy. I'll get him off your back," Shanks says, flashing a charming smile.

Not wanting his bright-eyed smile, you softly kicked Shanks's face to get him away from you. "Shoo, we're talking, don't eavesdrop. Go away."

Buggy shakes his head, and Shanks dejectedly walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. You hear him let out a pitiful whimper from behind the door.

"Shanks is more like a little brother, like you. You two have been with me since you guys were like one, or maybe a newborn, you know. You're both like family," you added with a fond smile.

Buggy, now finished with his makeup, turned to you. "Well, as far as I can tell, Doflamingo hasn't changed at all. He's still the same asshole he's been for years. The incident where he walked you home isn't a first time, you know. He drove you home in high school too. I just don't understand why the fact that he actually likes you is a big deal when you still hate him."

You blinked in surprise. "What do you mean he walked me home?"

"In high school, Shanks and I had to stay behind, so we couldn't walk you home and you had a fracture. He took your bag, and you chased him to his car. He ended up driving you home that day," Buggy reminded you.

Your mind was flooded with memories of your high school days with Doflamingo.

"Of course, a dumb girl like you can't tie her shoes properly. You probably do that so a knight in shining armor would swoop in and save you from falling because you're so lonely, huh?" Doflamingo commented while tying your shoes tightly. You would've thought he was trying to stop your circulation... that's probably why you kicked him for it. "That's me trying to reduce the chances of you falling over and making yourself an embarrassment. You'll probably find another way of doing that with how dumb you are."

"Oh, and I'll pay for her," Doflamingo interjected. You turned and glared at him, you having forgotten your wallet at home. "Stop holding the line, dumbass; you owe me 400% interest." He just smirked in response. Which you never paid since you thought he doesn't deserve to get his money back.

The memories brought back a mix of emotions and confusion. He was an asshole who was doing nice things.

"Holy shit Bug, he's always had a crush on me hasn't he..." You gasped.

"Gee what gave you that idea?" He asked sarcastically.

"Bug... Doffy had a crush on me for so long, omg... no way..."

"Y/N, I love you and all, but you're so stupid and oblivious," he said, shaking his head. "Everyone knew he liked you, that's why he was an asshole."

"I didn't! Why didn't anyone tell me????? I thought he was just an asshole!!"

You couldn't understand why these thoughts about Doflamingo were plaguing your mind. It shouldn't matter, after all, you've always disliked him for the way he treated you. There was no way you'd fall for someone who appeared to be a changed man, especially when it was such a bare minimum effort.

You wanted to shift your focus to happier thoughts – someone like Marco. He was a man worth your time, after all. You glanced at your wrapped wrist, remembering your plan to see him soon. It was better to concentrate on that date instead of getting entangled in thoughts about Doflamingo.

Just because he's obsessed with you doesn't mean you have to be too.

Mind off him now.

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natriae · 2 years ago

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suna rin x fem! reader

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warnings: reader is described as gyaru and highkey a bitch, infidelity (on suna's part), making out, swearing

"Hey is that suna," your friend asked, staring behind you in the crowded arcade. The dark room was filled with neon lights and a ton of teenagers. Someone dressed in gyaru, like you, and others in school uniforms. It wasn't surprising to the middle blocker here, but it was to see that bitch from class 2-A with him.

hey, hey, you, you

I don't like your girlfriend

No way, No way

I think you need a new one

It had to have been a bet or charity work for him to be going out with her. You and your friends watch the girl point and shyly ask him if he wants to go to the photo booth. With his back slumped and his arms hanging he nods his head and closes his eyes with a sigh. He really looks like he doesn't want to be here. Both of them were dressed in your inarizaki uniform. Did they come just from his practice?

Your friends watch your face scrunch up and anger and decide they must help you. Your best friend, Mika, comes up and wraps herself around your arm and looks at you with a devilish smile. "we should get her away from him, huh," she says calmly. Her eyes widened a bit hoping you got her hint and she turns back and giggles to the rest of your friends.

You turn and look up at her cute face and nod your head with your own devilish smirk on your face.

Hey, Hey, you, you

I could be your girlfriend

No way, No way

No, it's not a secret

While you and your friends were on the way to the photo booth you couldn't help but think about the things you overheard at lunch. Suna was sitting at his normal lunch table on his phone when you passed by. Your skirt was rolled up, hoping he would turn around and see you, but something even better happened. On his phone you could see a photo of you at the front of the school. Suna a quickly zoomed in on you and told his friends, "fuuucckk, she's so hot" He dropped his phone on the table, and rested his head on it too in sadness. Some of your friends even confirmed your suspicion when they overheard Osamu saying your rin's. So what the hell was he doing with this nobody.

Your girlfriends grabbed your arm to get you closer to the curtain before opening it and grabbing the inconsiderate girl and placing you in her spot.

You're so fine, I want you mine,

you're so delicious

I think about you all the time,

You're so addictive

Now wearing a cute sanrio headband you made your way to suna's heart, "hi, rin" you said to him while wrapping your arms around his neck. Like you, he had a kuromi headband over his perfect hair.

His arm quickly wrapped itself around your body pulling him closer. His half lidded eyes watched yours while a small smirk made its way to his face. "hey baby," he quickly responded like the two of you have been together all this time.

"Let's pose for the camera!" you told him excitedly.

Moving quickly you brought one hand under his chin while you leaned forward to give his cheek a kiss. Then for the next you and suna were caught staring eye to eye, and for the final picture suna held up a 'rock on' sign while you held a peace sign to your eye giving a wink to the camera. Coming out of the photo booth. You grabbed your slip of photos and walked away waving bye to Rin while his sad little girlfriend stood next to him.

You didn't wanna ruin their whole date…just the good parts. Leaving Rin to do nothing but think of you.

Don't pretend, I think you know

I'm damn precious

And hell yeah, I'm the

motherfucking princess

I can tell you like me too, and you know i'm right

At the small food court in the arcade you made sure to spill some of your food on her. Giving her a fake gasp and an even faker 'sorry'. Then you made her trip in dance dance revolution making everyone laugh even suna. He loved this side of you. And you knew he was secretly enjoying this as much as you were.

So come over here and tell me what I wanna hear

better yet, make your girlfriend disappear

I don't wanna hear you say her name ever again

At one point in the night you stood over in a small hallway, and waited for suna to look over at you. Which wasn't long of course, giving him a small come here with your index finger. He obeyed because why wouldn't he, and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist with a small smile. With you against the wall he leaned in and asked when your noses brushed against one another, "you're playin' all those tricks aren't ya,". You nodded your head with a giggle and he just smiled at your cuteness.

"And you're hanging around the Miya's too much," you clapped back, grabbing the tie out of his sweater and playing with it. Both leaning in you left a small kiss on his lips and leaned back not expecting him to want more. He quickly made out with you holding your head close wanting your touch while his girlfriend looked for him in the multi-floored arcade. She didn't need to know that her boyfriend wanted your plump lips. Pulling away though the dimmed, colored lights you could see your sparkly lip gloss smeared on his lips, before he leaned back to get one last kiss from you. Rin winked and ran back over to the silly girl wandering aimlessly around the room.

In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger

'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better

There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in

She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?

Now across the street you waited alone for the two highschool students to walk out of the arcade. There was the silly girl running out with tears in her eyes, while Suna walked out shortly after her with his head down in his phone. Completely unbothered. You skipped across the street and hopped when you were in front of him. He looked up and gave you a small smirk before lacing your fingers with his and walking home with you.

Hey, hey, you, you

I want to be your girlfriend

No way, no way, hey, hey

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makedatmoneymayne · 8 months ago

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Until the (End) of Time?

Dean Winchester x Reader x Castiel

~You and Dean spent a very loyal 5 years together. Or did you?~

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Cursing, a lil betrayal, a Crumb of fluff, lil smut👀

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You were out shopping for your fifth anniversary with this man. Like all shopping trips you bring Castiel to have some company. Annoyingly sometimes, he gets real question-y having a LOT of questions to ask about certain foods.

Once you were done shopping you two hopped in your truck riding back home. Castiel sensed a woman but didn't want to tell you, he unknowingly was making this thinking face, before he could straighten up Y/N noticed it.

"What's with the face Cas?" Y/N asks looking at Castiel confused.

"I don't know I'm sensing something, It could just be rain." he said making a random excuse

"Well stop sensing and go chill with Sam in the basement while I surprise Dean." Y/N says excitedly.

You walk into the house seeing Sam on the couch. He's looking at you with wide eyes. Before you could ask what was wrong you heard a rhythmic knocking coming from upstairs. HOPING hell PRAYING it was a demon or something you walk up slowly with a knife ready to attack.

Once you got close to the door you hear moaning, your heart dropped to your ass. You open the door disgusted and shocked with what you saw. Without interrupting you headed straight for the closet, they still didn't notice you.

They were too caught up in there series of "Oh fuck daddy" "You're so wet, you my slut?" that one threw you for a loop and also "I can't get enough of this pussy."

You laughed to yourself finishing up packing your things. You walked back over to the doorway where you finally decide to take one last look. Dean was balls deep in this random woman, them both sweating profusely. They were technically eating each other's faces. You couldn't look anymore, your eyes went to the frame next to the bed that was about to fall and break, of course it was a picture of you and him in your sweaters picking apples. Your eyes went over to the two bodies one last time the girl was panicking seeing you at the doorway.

Dean's slow ass didn't get the hint saying, "Don't run from this dick girl."

You wanted to puke and beat their asses. The girl obviously already knew who you were so if you wanted to whoop ass you could but you decided not to be hostile. Dean snapped his head over at the doorway looking at you immediately with sorrow. Before he can even get himself situated, you slammed the door going straight down stairs.

"Wait! No! Baby wait it mean't nothing." Dean was crying like a fucking loser begging you to stay.

"Dean shut the fuck UP and the fuck are you juss staring for? Get the fuck out before I fuck you up!" You yelled at dean and the girl staring looking dumb.

Sam was confused but Castiel was fully aware smiling. Sam immediately understood what was going on after thinking.

"Dean, how can you be so stupid." Castiel said in his usual stern voice.

"I know, I know I did something dumb. But it was a one time thing I swear!" He was on his knees now looking even more pathetic. He kept saying please don't go over and over.

Sam's mind clicked and remembered for a year straight every weekend, he heard moaning and you weren't home that wasn't just Dean watching porn it was him cheating on you.

"Tell the truth Dean." Sam patted Dean on the shoulder.

"Ask him how long Y/N."

You were going to actually fuck some shit up if you got a dumb answer. "How long Dean."

Dean couldn't take not being called his nickname anymore. "a year.." he whispered out you couldn't make it out at first.

"A Year Y/N." Castiel said shaking his head in fake dissappointment.

"Yeah I'm getting the fuck out of here." You just had to get the fuck on, you couldn't sit here and just accept everything he did and move on in life with him.

You put your stuff in your car and jumped looking behind you. Castiel was right on your tail "I'm coming with you."

You waved at Sam and stuck a middle finger up at Dean still a little sad. Driving off Castiel clears his throat, "I'm so glad that ended the way it did."

"Me too." You guys drove around for a bit them came back to the house around night time. Castiel was confused LIKE USUAL but not for long.

Castiel thought for a moment and then started kissing you. You broke the kiss confused but wanted more QUICKLY. A whole make out session started to happen.

Clothes were coming off and next thing you know yall were fucking right in-front of the house. Castiel had you in doggystyle position in the backseat, fucking you like no tomorrow. You couldn't help but grab Castiel's phone going to Dean's name scrolling but not reading through all 49+ messages he sent going to the camera turning on the video hitting record with the flash.

"I guess we both got secrets." Y/N struggled with her words because Castiel was giving you rough thrusts.

He wasn't paying attention to the camera at first but when he looked up from your ass, he saw the camera and grabbed it still thrusting into you with no problem.

After a while of staring at the phone he figured out how to turn the camera around to capture your sweaty bodies fucking.

"Who fucks you right baby?" He asked before putting the phone in his mouth to record himself gripping you by the waist to fuck you deeper.

"You daddy youu!" Y/N screamed out gripping the door handle as you came all over him and your car.

Castiel was smacking your ass nonstop feeling you tighten around him he was close. He came in you with a growl taking the still recording, taking the phone out his mouth to get the house in the frame before stopping the recording and sending it to Dean. He took his dick out to take a picture of his cum oozing out of her. With the message "I think she likes me😉."

Once Dean read the text he was happy for Castiel, he finally got with his crush. He then opened the video and saw you and before you knew it Dean was running out the door trying to chase after the car as you drove away with Castiel.

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~Castiel's so cute guys~

~Hope you enjoyed!!💗~

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chocolatespringonion · 10 months ago

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I've got a one-shot idea, hopefully it will come into realization by my hands in the future. I think you all know where I got inspiration from. In the mean time I'll share the outline here.

Time: post S3 of The Boys

Homelander was in the pinnacle of human society, no one can rival him. After he took in Ryan he didn't expect his own son to try assassinating him.

Homelander : Why...?

Ryan : You're a monster. You think everyone loves you when they cheer your name but they don't. They all fear you but doesn't dare retaliate against you. But I'm their last hope! You always told me to be a great hero and I'm going to be one. Just not like you.

Betrayed by his own son, Homelander didn't have any other choice but to kill him himself. As he cradled Ryan's lifeless body in his own hands he thought to himself, why is it so hard for anyone to love him when he had tried so hard?

Homelander went to sleep that night as he grieved of his lost son.

When he woke up, he was in an unfamiliar bedroom, in unfamiliar clothes. The door opened revealing Hughie with a tray of breakfast, "Oh, You're up already? I wanted to surprise you but you surprised me instead. Did you sleep well, John?"

Homelander froze when his real name was used. Usually he would hate it to death when people use his real name because there was always a trace of disdain and fear towards him when they use it, but hearing his name spoken without a hint of malice and instead the unfamiliar feeling of... what is it... affection? Made him felt comfortable.

Homelander : Why are you calling me, John?

Hughie : So am I supposed to call my husband by his hero name now? Okay, The Homelander, hurry up and finish breakfast then shower. The others are going to be here soon.

When Hughie left the room Homelander couldn't help but felt like he had done something wrong...

Wait–husband?

After Homelander finished showering he heard noises outside, familiar noises. When he exit the shower he saw Butcher and anger boiled in him. He unconsciously moved and slammed Butcher to the wall, ready to kill him. He was tugged by a short boy who was clearly afraid of him but braved himself, "Don't hurt him, Uncle John." Afterwards Becca picked the boy up and moved away from Homelander.

Homelander noticed the boy, they called, Ryan is different from his son. The boy had dark hair and hazel eyes, different from his Ryan's blonde hair and blue eyes.

"John! Let him go!" Now Hughie was in the picture angrily looking at him. He could hear the other's heartbeat, everyone was afraid of him except of Hughie. He unconsciously obeyed.

Butcher fell to the ground and Hughie helped him stand. He muttered apologies to both Billy and Becca and saying they'll visit the others house in the future instead. So the couple left.

Homelander was sitting down and staring blankly on the sofa. He couldn't make sense of what's happening around him. Hughie was about to get angry at Homelander but noticed the other not being himself, he seemed to be anxious and Hughie could swore he regressed back to his past self.

Hughie cupped the other's cheek, "Hey, are you okay? Breathe with me. Hear my heartbeat." He took one of Homelander's hand and put it on his neck, showing his own vulnerability. "Feel my pulse. I love you, John."

Love. That was all he wanted. He loved Maeve and believed it when she said she loved him, but in the end she hated him the whole time. He tried to seek comfort in Madelyn, he wanted any type of love the other could give. At first he was jealous of the little creature Madelyn has and wanted to capture her attention by acting out, then suddenly their love turned from maternal to romantic and he will take whatever love she was willing to give him. But in the end, she didn't love him, she was afraid of him.

Then he met Becca and Ryan, he thought they could be a happy family together and that he would finally be loved as a family. But Becca refused to forgive him and to even give him a chance, but Ryan was albeit willing to trust him so he figured he could make things right. Afterwards he met Stromfront, he had hated her in the beginning but she slithered her way into his heart, uttering words sweet as honey into his hear and he believed that she loved him he thought finally someone will love him. He was willing to love her even if she had become a cripple and disfigured as long as she loved him back but he realized what she loved was not him. It was the idea that she could use him to create her ideal world and when he refused, she killed herself, on his birthday.

Next he only had Ryan, but a miracle happened and Soldier Boy who he found out was his father came back. His heart sang in happiness, he thought all his life that he didn't have parents and he had one. He could finally have the family he always hoped, someone who will love him unconditionally. His hope was crushed when his own father was disappointed in him and tried to kill him.

All these time, Ryan was the one by his side. The one that believed him, the one that's willing to stay with him. He poured his heart hand soul into raising Ryan, hoping one day he could see the love in his eyes directed towards himself. But like everyone else, Ryan betrayed him and Homelander had to kill him with his own hands.

Why? Why? Why? Why is it so hard for someone to love him?

The flooding memories triggered his anger but he heard those words once again from the man in front of him, "I love you, John. I'm always going to be here, with you." Hughie smiled and looked at him with eyes full of... Love.

That was all he wanted.

Hughie leaned in to kiss him and Homelander never felt this kind of kiss before. The previous times was always laced with fear or lust but this time, he can feel every inch of warmth and affection the other could offer and it made his heart spark with joy. Finally, someone who truly love him.

Their kiss broke when a loud bang was at the door and another version of himself showed up by the door. "Hughie! Get away from him, that's not me!"

Homelander was thrown to the ground by the other him and they fought.

John : I've been to your world and it sickens me. You're fucking disgusting. Go back to your twisted world.

Homelander was about to continue fighting when Hughie jumped up in front of the other Homelander. "You can't hurt him."

Homelander who saw all this was once again heartbroken. "It's not fair. Why won't anyone be by my side. He's me but why am I the only one who is never loved?!! Why won't anyone fucking love me?!!"

Seeing how broken Homelander was, Hughie wanted to go over and comfort him when his husband stopped him. They both saw Homelander became transparent and he disappeared completely. He really pitied him, from the way Homelander spoke he must've been hurt badly in his original world. Is that what his husband would've been if Hughie wasn't with him?

Homelander who was back in his own world destroyed his own apartment building venting out his anger and frustration. Why was the universe so cruel letting him see the life he always wanted but doesn't let him have it.

"It's not fair.... why not me?"

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 1 year ago

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november with you | kylian mbappé (part i/iii)

kylian mbappé x original female character [+18]

synopsis: alice has been living in paris for a year, she found a perfect job and a perfect boyfriend in this city, but the cold of november is bringing back old memories she wishes she could forget. warnings: established relationship; mentions of cheating; angst; smut; domestic fluff; i have never been to france; minors dni.

(this is a sequel to the french exit, but can be read as standalone)

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Part I — Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

“Tonight with words unspoken

You say that I'm the only one

But will my heart be broken?”

“Don't laugh.”

“Why would I laugh?” Kylian asks, already laughing.

Alice tried to keep a straight face when looking at him, but she only has love in her eyes. Her boyfriend had a boyish smile on his face and it's a look that never failed to soften her heart.

“Alright, get your giggles out… But this is serious!” She says softly, holding back a smile.

The blonde held up her phone, displaying a picture of their cat to Kylian. Then, with her impeccably manicured finger, painted in a beautiful maroon color, she swiped to the next photo, which was nearly identical but featured the cat in a slightly different pose.

"Which one do you think I should post?" Alice asks. Her eyes, filled with curiosity, were fixated on him.

Kylian burst into laughter, reaching for her hand and the phone she was holding. He pulled her onto his lap, studying the pictures more carefully.

“Wait, let me see…” He says. He analyzes the pics with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, his playful smile never leaving his face.

The three of them – Alice, Kylian and Renoir, the cat – were in the living room of their shared apartment, sitting on their spacious, inviting couch. Outside, it was raining in Paris. The soft rain was casting a serene and cozy atmosphere over the home.

"I'm sharing it on my private account," Alice says. She’s staring at her nails as she speaks. A hint of something more weighed on her mind, and Kylian easily understood her unspoken thoughts.

"This one," he decided, "this one's just right."

He handed her the phone, and a smile spread across her face as she promptly shared the picture for her closest friend to see.

When Alice Morgan-Webber started dating Kylian Mabappé, the French media couldn't get enough of her. Once they made it official, it was like every news outlet fell head over heels for the couple. You couldn't escape their faces: it was printed everywhere. It felt as if the entire City of Love was cheering for their romance. Her stunning looks and magnetic charm had Kylian's fans from all over the world captivated.

Being an American socialite, the attention she received inevitably turned into numerous magazine covers and fashion editorial features. Alice, who was already working at a fashion magazine, became a part-time model and a world-wide influential it-girl, all thanks to the apparent modern-day fairy tale she was living.

The thing about people is – they tend to lose interest when they see someone's face as often as the Parisians saw Alice’s. It wasn't long before the rumors began. Even though she knew they would come, Alice wasn't thrilled to hear them. People couldn't stop talking about one thing in her new relationship – how incredibly fast she had moved on after calling off her engagement.

The terms “cheating” and “affair” started to show up more and more in articles written about the couple.

Kylian comforted her, assuring her that the media's attention would soon shift to the next manufactured scandal. He eased her worries, pointing out that there were no witnesses to their supposed ‘love crime’.

"David knew I was seeing someone else…" She admitted, her anxiety rising at the idea of the true story of how they met being exposed.

"Baby, stop stressing about it. That’s not the kind of thing a man shares. He won’t speak to the media." Kylian gently smoothed out the lines forming on her forehead and gave her a soft kiss there.

But that was over a month ago. Now, it’s November, the autumn leaves are falling and the chilly wind is making Alice start to stress over different things.

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"I've been living in Paris for a year now," Alice says to Clara, her coworker and dear friend. "I knew it would take me a while to adapt, but now I feel like I'm back to square one."

They were in the meeting room of the magazine, having just finished a meeting. The two of them were used to staying a little longer to chat before returning to their desks. Working for a prestigious fashion magazine was exciting, but there were days when it felt like any regular desk job.

However, Alice had no interest in rushing back to her cubicle. She was worried. Alice looked out one of the large, modern glass windows in the room. "I feel like just as much of an outsider as when I first got here," she admitted. Her days were blending with the memories of when she had first arrived. Back then, she had a diamond engagement ring on her finger and dreams bigger than what real life could offer. It hadn't taken long for the chill, blue weather of France to affect her heart. It had taken Kylian quite a while to warm it up once again. Now, Alice was concerned that the weather was cooling her spirits. She didn't want to feel blue, not after making so much progress.

Clara nodded, trying to show her support. “But just because it may feel the same, doesn’t mean it is the same. Everybody knows you now, chéri, you’re a celebrity!” Clara hugged her friend, trying to cheer her up. “Let’s have dinner together, you need a girl’s night out!”

Her friend is kind and well-intentioned, but there was a deeper feeling, a sense of not quite belonging, that Clara seemed to struggle to fully understand.

As her shift came close to its end, Alice found herself staring at her laptop, her thoughts drifting away. Kylian was in another country for a Champions League game – a chill ran down her spine as she remembered how David used to leave her alone for days without a word. Now she knew for sure he had another woman. Determinedly, she tried to dispel the intrusive thoughts from her mind. Kylian is working, she knows that. And Clara is right, this time is different. Alice blamed her insecurity and anxiety on her hormones and pushed forward with her day.

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"You smell so good," Kylian mumbled with his face buried in Alice's hair. He had just walked in the door and immediately enveloped her in his arms. "Why do you smell so good?"

Alice could barely speak through her giggles. "I smell the same, silly!" She almost missed his reply, his voice muffled as he showered her with kisses.

"Maybe I just miss you too much."

Peaches, Kylian thought. His baby always smells like peaches. It’s cold November but she always smells like his favorite summer memories. They had been apart for no more than 48 hours, but the moment they were finally allowed to hug each other again, they both shared a profound sense of relief.

Alice takes a moment to appreciate her boyfriend. His beauty. She stares at his face, making sure all her favorite details are still there. He’s really a sight to behold, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks warming. Even after all this time, just the sight of him was enough to make her blush.

When he takes her to their bedroom, their love den, she takes off his shirt in a hurry. She feels an instinctual need to see him – to admire him. She can’t help but reduce his athletic body to its aesthetic. Alice is a first hand witness to the sacrifices he makes to have that physique, but in the moment of pleasure, she could swear he was hand-sculpted by the gods themselves.

“I missed you too…” She confesses in a whisper, like he wasn’t sure of it already.

It’s with devotion that they start to touch each other. With a passion that can only come from a strong bond. Kylian lifts her, wrapping her leg around his hips and finally kissing her on the lips. A guttural moan escapes him – every neuron on his brain was focused on the taste of her lips.

There is nothing in the world quite like coming home to the one you love. And being received with such care, Kylian wondered what he did to deserve this much happiness.

“I love you.” He kisses her again. “I love coming home to you.” Another kiss. He gently lays her on the bed. Alice’s legs are still holding him close, she can feel him growing hard so she pushes him closer to her core. “And I love fucking you.” Another kiss, this time muffling a moan as Alice’s feels herself melting when she hears him say that.

Alice leans back into her pillow, sighing with her eyes closed. She takes a deep breath, feeling her heart pounding, as if it was trying to escape from her chest.

After taking off the rest of their clothes, Kylian crawls over her, placing himself back between her legs – only this time there was no piece of fabric keeping them apart. Flesh on flesh – their bodies were burning. She was wet before, but now the tension between them felt overwhelming. As Kylian moved, she let out a groan.

He had one hand beside her head, supporting himself, and another hand wrapped around his cock, gently rubbing himself on her folds. The sensation was electrifying, Alice wanted to reach down and guide him inside her.

"You feel so good," Kylian murmured between kisses. He leans down, his voice a whisper in her ear, "Do you want me?" She nodded slowly, begging with her eyes, wanting for him to be inside her more than anything in the world. Kylian pushes himself into her – slowly and steady, stretching her patiently.

They both gasped at how amazing it felt.

“Oh my God…” Alice could barely contain herself. Kylian takes the opportunity to take one of her nipples in his mouth, he suckled and nibbled on it, causing Alice to moan and push herself against him.

As he enters her deeper, thrusting into her, Alice cries out in pure ecstasy. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him for another kiss. They found a good rhythm and continued like that for some time. The heat, the tightness, it was all too much to bear, Alice could feel herself getting close – she was panting heavily. She reaches up and gently traces her fingers along his face.

“Almost there?” He asks, whispering to her.

“Yeah.”

Kylian doesn't waste any time. He grabbed her hips tightly, his pace became rougher, more urgent and he groaned with each stroke, going as deep as possible, moving faster and harder until they were both crying out loudly, holding onto each other.

They fall side by side on the bed afterwards. Their breathing slowed down and Alice snuggled next to Kylian, with her head on his shoulder.

“You keep getting better at this.” She says, giggling.

“We keep getting better.” He corrected her with a loving smile.

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