#I had 15 minutes to spare I have no idea what I’m doing

[melancholicmaze]

Trying out watercolor for the first time 😭

[cheolhub]

WORTH THE WAIT — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. mingyu forgets about the date you’ve had planned and he wants to show you he’s sorry in a rather unconventional way.

wc. 1.8k

warning. unprotected sex, couch sex, dumbification, lots of apologizing, big d!ck!gyu (ofc), kinda angsty but it’s all resolved, creampie — MINORS DNI 18+

note. this idea was sent by my beloved 🌵 anon… like…. literal months ago lol— it was a drabble at first, then it got a bit too long, so enjoy it xx [not proofread, kinda shitty]

contrary to belief, kim mingyu does have a few faults. he can be a bit clumsy and he’ll accidentally eat your leftovers every time he’s over, but the biggest fault of them all is… he can be a bit forgetful.

so when mingyu accidentally double books hanging out with wonwoo on the same night as your date, you find yourself dolled up and waiting around your apartment for him, unaware of his whereabouts. you hadn’t seen him much due to your conflicting schedules and you’d been looking forward to the date all week long.

you wait and wait— 15 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour. you text him a few times, but you don’t get a response and you figure he’s at work, asleep, or doing something else. whatever the case may be, he definitely forgot.

mingyu doesn’t realize this until he’s checking his phone for the first time of the hectic game night and he sees a string of text messages from you.

from you 6:33 

i can’t wait to see u!! :,)

from you 7:07

hi babyyy, text me when you’re here and i’ll come down

from you 7:39

gyu are you still coming?

if you wanna reschedule, we can… just text me back and let me know?

from you 8:02

i checked ur location to make sure u weren’t dead and i saw you were at woo’s

i’m just gonna assume ur with him, which is fine :) pls just let me know next time.

shit.

shit shit shit.

regardless of what you say, it’s not fine— he can practically hear your dejected voice through the text and the smiley face doesn’t do shit to mask it. 

he’s quick to tell wonwoo and make his way to your place, insides churning at the thought of you feeling stood up. he would never, in a million years, ever want to hurt you in any way.

he doesn’t text he’s here, he doesn’t knock, he just takes the spare key hidden under your placemat and lets himself in. 

you’re curled up on the couch in your date outfit watching some random show before you jolt at the sound of your door being unlocked. when mingyu walks in, panic on his face, you deflate a bit, internally thanking the universe that it was just him and not some intruder.

“baby…” 

you try to put a smile on as if he isn’t the last person you wanted to see at the moment, but mingyu sees through it. 

“hi, gyu.” you say curtly. “hope you had fun at wonwoo’s tonight.”

the subtle shade proves you’re upset, even if you had said it unconsciously. his lips turn down in a frown and he walks around the couch so he’s posted right in front of you.

“Y/N, you have to believe me— i’m so sorry. i got the days—“

you cut him off with a sigh, “gyu, seriously. it’s fine. it’s not that big of a deal. we can just do something the next time you’re free.” 

he doesn’t even know when next time will be given his rather strenuous schedule and you know that, yet those words come out of your mouth anyway. he huffs softly and takes a seat next to you, intertwining your hands into his.

“baby, please,” he whispers. “you know i would never stand you up on purpose. i lost my mind and got the days mixed up– please let me make it up to you.”

you shrug, avoiding eye contact. you want to stay mad, but the way he’s looking at you… the way he’s holding your hands… it’s making it impossible not to melt into a helpless puddle. “how?” you ask meekly.

he doesn’t say anything, letting go of your hands in favor of cupping your cheek and pulling you in. his soft lips meet yours and you practically forget why you’re angry to begin with. his tongue quickly finds its way into your mouth and your soft moan eases his nerves a bit. 

he pulls back, leaving you warm and fuzzy and a bit needy for more of him. he finally takes you in when his eyes open. you’re still in a pretty little outfit– presumably, one you’d picked out for your date– and it makes him groan a little bit. 

“you look so pretty, baby. you wore this all for me?”

you nod your head slowly. “i was really excited to show you…”

he frowns, “i know, i’m sorry… i’m so, so sorry,” he mumbles and you don’t say anymore, simply nodding your head at his apology. his lips are on yours again, rougher this time. it’s like he’s trying to prove just how sorry he is with every passing second. 

and when he breaks the kiss again, you whine. “gyu…”

“wanna take this off. can i?” he asks, referring to your dress and you just nod again. 

his hands find the hem, pulling it up and over your head, leaving you in your even prettier set. the black lace adorns your body and mingyu feels his pants tighten at the mere sight. 

he’s breathless when the pet name falls from his lips, “baby…”

he’s so glad you didn’t change, but he feels like such an idiot for fucking up this bad. he wishes he checked his phone earlier, he wishes he remembered your date was tonight, he wishes he could’ve taken you out in your gorgeous dress and brought you back home to see the even more gorgeous set underneath. 

but he’ll make up for it. he’ll spend all the time in the world doing so if he needs to.

he stands to his feet pulling his shorts off and revealing his aching cock. you bite your lip and slide down so your back and head are comfortably on the cushion of your couch, eyes trained on his huge length.

he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, rolling them down your legs and leaving your now-wet cunt bare. 

“so beautiful… so fuckin’ beautiful angel, can… can i keep going?”

you whimper and wordlessly nod again, brain unable to give him a verbal response. he grunts, joining you back on the couch by getting in between your legs. 

“tell me when…” he whispers, aligning himself with your hole before pressing his fat cock into you. “fuck, so tight…”

the burning stretch of your walls opening to take him makes your head spin a bit. no matter how many times he fucks you, it always hurts.

at first, at least, because now he’s balls deep in your pulsing cunt and all you can feel is blinding pleasure. the burn and stretch have subsided and your brain has turned to complete and utter mush. 

you clench around him tightly and he has to ask, “are you good, baby?”

you dumbly nod– it’s all you can do– but mingyu can’t help but feel more anxiety fill his body. you’ve barely said any words to him and it makes him worry that you won’t forgive him. 

you moan when his cock leaves just for it to suddenly fill you back up with a single, sharp thrust. this is how it starts before he’s moving faster and faster. 

words still fail to leave your mouth, just cute gasps and clipped moans, but mingyu can’t seem to stop breathy apologies from leaving his own. “‘m sorry… you know that right, angel? ‘m so sorry.”

and your eyes just roll back, ignoring his apologies as you’re all consumed by his massive cock fucking in and out of you. mindless babbles escape your lips and it’s not till then does mingyu realize how brainless you’ve become. 

it makes his heart clench. you’ve never gotten like this for him before and he knows it’s a result of being left to your own devices for far too long. he knows he hasn’t been there for you, knows you haven’t been able to cum properly in god knows how long and it hurts him. it hurts him so fucking bad.

and, to be transparent, he’s missed you more than you know.

his hand finds your abdomen, pressing down so he can feel himself thrusting into you. in doing so, his thumb reaches your clit and this seems to bring some life to you. “gyu!” you cry. “feels s’good!”

he lets out an elated chuckle at the sound of your voice, “yeah? it feels good, angel?”

and it’s almost like you read his mind with your next words. “s-so good, m-missed you.” 

a guttural groan erupts in his throat and he starts to fuck you harder– to fuck you deeper– and the thumb on your clit moves quicker, effectively stimulating the swollen bud. “me too– fuck, missed you so much. missed fucking this pretty pussy so much, baby, you don’t even know.”

your face pinches together in pleasure and you clamp his dick harder at the affirmation. “i-i’m–” you let out a gaspy whine and mingyu knows exactly what it means.

“gonna cum?” he finishes your broken sentence. 

you nod eagerly, eyebrows knit together as you feel the formed knot in your tummy get tighter and tighter. “gyu–”

he shushes, thrusts growing erratic. his voice is hot and breathy and you can tell, just by the sound of it, he’s just as close as you are. “just cum for me, baby– need you to let go ‘n cum all over my cock. you can do it.” 

you cry, body going taut as you cream all over him, pussy trapping him between your pulsing, velvet walls. mindlessly, you babble out some words that he can barely make out, but the second he hears those three words– i love you, said in your cute, pitchy voice– his worries wash away. 

he’s overcome by love and the feeling of you gripping him for dear life and the only thing he can do is press his hips flush against yours and fill you up the way he knows you need. his cum paints your walls, fulfilling the craving you didn’t even know you had. 

“god,” he moans, panting out, cock still twitching between your spasming walls. “please forgive me, angel. i promise i’ll be better ‘n make more time for you”

part of your mind finds its way back to you after a few seconds and you can’t help but giggle at his words. “i forgave you after you kissed me, babe.”

he smiles, large hands caressing your body, “really?”

you hum, hazy eyes taking him in, “mmh, you’re really hard to be mad at, you know that, right?”

“good ‘cus i don’t like when you’re mad at me.”

“well, then don’t do stupid things.”

he whines, “baby, you know that’s impossible for me, stupidity is practically in my dna.”

you giggle at the joke. “i know… but… i won’t be so nice to you next time you decided to hang out with wonwoo instead of taking me out.”

“you can be as mean to me as you want, baby, but i swear, i’ll never stand you up ever again.”

“good.” you smile back at him. “now… maybe you can prove how sorry you are again? in my bed this time?”

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[yeonsclover]

Oh could I please request something for nozel, Fuego and William where they kiss their s/o and they don't notice the lipstick smudge on their lips or cheek and go around doing their captain duties with it but everyone is too scared to point it out until someone does and they just burst into embarrassment??? So cute so cute

(I tried my best! Srry if spelling mistakes)

Captain reaction to you leave a lip stick mark on their face

WILLIAM

You two always start your day with a kiss before you two leave for work, and a kiss when you get back home. But today you put on your brightest red lipstick. And when you kiss your significant other you just so happed to leave a perfect mark of the print your lips left.

* You felt bad you weren’t gonna lie

* You knew what you had done but you didn’t feel bad. You were so tickled the whole day just thinking about it.

* Wondering how he will react

* Wondering how the people around him will react. You knew he would find out eventually

* Everyone was laughing at him or trying to hold in their laughter.

* He face turning more red with embarrassment the more he stares he gets

* William was already self conscious about his looks.

* He didn’t know why people were laughing at him

* I mean half of his face was covered already (unless were talking abt when it’s not)

* He walks through the hallway of the base making his way to the lunch hall.

* “I’m captain”

* “What is it Yuno” William asked innocently

* “I guess you and y/n had fun the morning?”

* If you think his face was red before it was now beet red.

* “What… why would you say that” he manages to get out but he stumbles on his words.

* Yuno takes out a pocket mirror out his bag and hands it to his captain

* All the color drained from his face.

* Let’s just say you got a phone call from him immediately afterwards with him softly yelling at you.

FUEGOLEON

You had to go on a mission with some of the squad members. But before you go you would never forget to give your favorite person the best kiss that would stay with them forever(well for a while)

* You and fuego have the ongoing prank wars

* You and he both knew they you’d be going on a mission for the next week

* So the both of you wanted to see who could pull of the best prank before you leave

* His prank ended up failing. But yours won’t.

* You went out to the store the day before and brought this bubble gum pink lipstick.

* You were being thoughtful you thought it would go well with the color of his hair

* And boy were you right.

* “Bye love see you later”

* You run out the the shared room before any ideas of his were formed

* You knew he had something up his sleeve but that would have to wait till you get back.

* Fuego had agree to train with his siblings the following day.

* “Um…. Big bro” Leo said

* “Are you tired of sparing Leo”

* “Um no” eyeing his face trying to hold in his laugh “you have um”

* Mereoleona burst on to the training groups running 15 minutes late.

* She runs on to the field but stops right in her tracks.

* And then she just burst out laughing uncontrollably

* “What the hell is on your face”

* “He touches his face rubbing the waxy like texture off and looking at it.

* He sighs in embarrassment.

* “Their going to be the death of me”

NOZEL

You don’t normally joke around with your boyfriend. But how can you not when he’s so cute when he’s mad? And you knew just the perfect thing to do and when to do it.

* Nozel had a captains meeting today

* You knew this was risky but you’d never waste an opportunity like this.

* You had just brought this new cherry red lipstick.

* And you knew exactly how you wanted to set this plan into action.

* Nozel had to leave soon to go to a captains meeting.

* And right before he left you didn’t forget to give him a big kiss on his forehead

* Walking into the captains meeting Nozel already was dreading it.

* He would much rather be at home with you.

* He didn’t want to be around these loud people (yami) for the next hour or two.

* He didn’t notice the stares at first.

* He looks over at dorthey to see her wide awake smirking at him (I just know she had to be awake for this)

* Turning to his right to Charlotte she’s staring at him with a blush lightly dusted on his cheeks but she quickly turns away when he narrowed his eyes to glare

* “When can we start this meeting I have better thing to do” Nozel said rolling his eyes

* “Yeah we can tell” yami said walking through the spatial mages portal

* Everyone at the table burst out laughing

* “What the hell is so funny”

* Yami reaches over and swipes the lipstick off of Nozels forehead “this is what’s funny”

* You definitely got a sten talking when he got home

* (He pretended to be mad and you guys cuddled all night long he’d never admit it)

[savagewildnerness]

The Score of S2E5/E12 Don't be afraid, just start the tape.

OK, Someone was asking about the repeated piano notes that recur in S2E5 so I thought I’d have a quick go through the episode.

Please bear in mind that I have not listened to the soundtrack for season 2.  In S2E1 I was so profoundly moved by the exquisite violin music in the first 15 minutes that I was totally overwhelmed and I had to watch the first part of the episode several times to take it all in and be composed enough to continue watching.  

The way the music impacted me there, hearing it for the first time alongside the drama, as intended, made me realise I absolutely do not want to listen to the score before watching the whole of S2 and so not feel the emotion from it as intended, alongside the drama the first time I watch the show!  

I’ll spoil myself by analysing every trailer to the millisecond and reading your analyses… but the music: NO.  I even regretted knowing the Come to Me reprise before it was in the show.  

And even the S1 score… I know it well, but I listen to it on CD in the car, so I’m not familiar with the track titles as I’ve never really looked at most of them…. So, that said - this will not be referencing tracks on the score.  Perhaps I’ll return to this in more depth - analysing the music more thoroughly and with reference to the score after the series is over, but for now…

Piano pedal:

The piano pedal and theme recurs 5 times in the episode, and looking at when, I realised it is all related to Louis uncovering his suicide attempt as it culminates (on the fourth occurrence) in the full theme…

I transcribed just the first bit of slow notes, which isn’t very interesting, but here it is:

Musically the theme is just 5, slow pedal C’s the first and last occurrence - bookmarking the delve into the uncovering of memory.

The second occurrence adds an Eb, suggesting it has somewhere it is starting to head towards… but is still just 5 slow pedal notes.

The third occurrence starts the theme for a fair amount the theme and the fourth occurrence is the full theme.

1 - 5 slow pedal C’s. This occurs in Dubai at this point:

Daniel: How often has Armand spared a life?

Louis: Armand could see I was partial to you

I.e. When Daniel first opens up the concept of exploring his and Louis’ memories of San Francisco, we first hear the pedal C’s

2 - 3 C’s, an Eb and a C - 5 slow notes.  This occurs in Dubai

Daniel: I want to know, for me, what happened between us

So, the first two occurrences are Daniel opening Louis up to the idea of exploring what really happened at the first interview in San Francisco.

3 - Slow pedal C’s and Eb’s into the start of a longer piano theme.  This occurs in San Francisco

This is when Louis is talking about Claudia leaving on the train and him staying behind with Lestat and then…

Daniel: And then what?

The theme starts as Louis talks about this first contemplation of suicide and continues through Daniel’s plea to be made a vampire

4 - Full theme in San Francisco

This begins after Louis and Armand’s argument; after:

Louis: I loved her (Claudia)

Armand: But she didn’t love you.  Not like he did.  Not like I have.

Louis: I know

I don’t know if this is on the season 2 soundtrack, but I’ll presume it is, and it’ll be this, full version that continues now in its full form, through Louis going into the sun.

5 - 5 slow pedal C’s in Dubai, as at the start

This occurs when Armand returns, at the end of the episode

Armand: I could see you were partial to him.  I preserve your happiness even when you don’t or can’t.

Louis and Armand: I had a hunch

Armand: Daniel might prove fruitful in later times

The other, creepy soundscape with distorted horror/electronic sounds (YUM!) happens for the first time after Louis’ suicide attempt when Daniel is mentioned and it scores all the horror elements with Daniel and Armand, where Armand is basically torturing Daniel, trying to find out what makes Daniel fascinating to Louis and Daniel is terrified he is going to die.

The first occurrence:

Louis: He’s alive?

Armand: The boy? The fascinating boy.  He’s fine.  He’s just fine.  Oh, he’s fine.  You’re fine.  We’re all fine.

It continues as Daniel recounts what he can remember - the corpse, etc. and develops as Armand seeks what makes Daniel fascinating

I didn’t really delve into this part, but - violins/strings and a more familiar to most episodes, though sparser, predominantly piano and violin score with lots of high and thinner notes than usual return when Lestat is mentioned between Louis and Armand and Armand talks about listening to the tapes and why Louis did the interview.  It’s very pared back, but the “The drum was my heart” theme (Ahh… is that the origin track for the theme?  Anyway - you know the theme dooo doooooo, do doooo dooooooo one!) is there with high pedal strings as Lestat speaks to Louis and it suddenly drops away as Lestat vanishes…

Armand’s “easeful death” talk with Daniel as he eases him to his death also has a more musically full (and  beautiful) theme.  It reminds me a bit of Moonlight sonata and has Armand-romance-theme vibes in its gentleness - beautiful, delicate and simple.  Then a violin comes in and it becomes increasingly poignant and emotional and eventually (I feel) it has a romance to it too, especially from when Armand says “It’s the comfort we all long for” - it sort of resolves to a musical home.

Again, there is more resolved piano & strings music at the end with Daniel and Louis.

OK, so only a little analysis.  I just watched the episode once and made a few notes.  I basically did it to work out if those repeated piano pedal notes had a specific connection.  And they do - it is specifically tied into (at least as I understood it, from my listening) the uncovering of Louis’ suicide attempt.

Let me know if you’d like me to look at the music ever in the future.  I dunno… part of me feels like killing a fairy to analyse stuff like this rather than just experience the magic, but also I find it very interesting.  This is only a first little touch on stuff.  I could analyse and actually think about it…

Gosh, I adore Daniel Hart’s score!  And I love how unusual and differently this episode was scored compared to other episodes…

Let me know if this was daft of me or if you’d ever like me to look into the music at all.

[queer-irritator]

Drive Max Disaster | Wade Wilson x Fem!GN! Reader

Content warnings: Language, misgendering, alcohol, fluff <3 <3 Word count: 3,479

Synopsis: Reader is weighed down by the cost of living and needs to find a second job. Luckily, the Drive Max has an opening for an assistant! 

a/n: Hello lovelies! I have so many ideas for Wade/Deadpool swirling around in my head, so here is one of said ideas. Of course I did not proofread. This is also my first time writing Wade so let me know your thoughts!!

You sighed in frustration, looking helplessly at your overdue bills on your laptop. Despite working 50 hour weeks, it’s somehow not enough to satisfy the greedy hands of capitalism. You needed a second job. To spare your pride from any more damage, you close the tab where your debt stares into your soul and start looking for some easy-going jobs. 

To your disappointment, there were not very many options for part-time jobs. You applied to a few assistant and receptionist positions and decided to treat yourself to a freezer burnt fudge popsicle for all your hard work. 

The next morning you were awoken by your phone’s ringtone. You groaned, of course someone would be calling you on your one day off. Without checking the caller ID, you answered groggily. 

Your eyes shot open when you heard a man on the other line mention your application for an assistant at the local used car dealership. You sat up and put on your best professional voice and secured an interview the same day. 

It wasn’t long until you were stepping out of a taxi in front of the dealership, wearing your nicest business-casual clothes and confidently walking into the building. 

An older man who was balding, and what hair was left around his head was pure white, with a matching white mustache approached you.

“Welcome to Drive Max! My name is Cameron, can I get you some refreshments?” 

You put on your sweetest smile, “Hi, Cameron. I’m actually here for an interview for the assistant position.” 

“Oh, of course! Silly me. I’m going to fetch Peter, our manager and he’ll be conducting your interview.” The man concluded your conversation while showing you to a small office to wait in. 

You waited for about 15 minutes before a man, presumably Peter, entered the room looking slightly flustered. 

“Hi, sorry about the wait.” The man rambled on about how business was booming and some other bullshit to make his establishment seem like the perfect place to work. 

The interview was nothing different than any other than the management seeming more flustered and desperate for help than usual. You did some negotiation with Peter and came to an agreement which included a $3,000 sign-on bonus if you did your paperwork today. 

So, there you were. Sat alone in the office Peter was with you moments ago, filling out the most repetitive paperwork you’ve ever read. 

A commotion from the front room tore your concentration from the papers before you. You lifted your head and could see a few figures moving around through the blinds.There was also muffled talking, but you couldn’t make out any words. 

Suddenly the talking stopped and one of the figures was coming towards the room you were in. Quickly, you sat back down and acted as if you had been minding your own business the entire time. The door to the office swung open and a man with scarred skin and a very obvious toupee made direct eye contact with you. 

“You’re the new assistant?” He questioned you.

“... Yes.” You cautiously answered his question.

The man moaned dramatically in relief, “Thank GOD. We have to go get burritos right now.” 

You couldn’t hold back the puzzled look on your face, “Oh, uhm… I don’t think… I haven’t started working here yet.” 

The man chuckled, “For 3k you do.” 

You couldn’t help your jaw dropping slightly. How did this man know all of the details of your employment? Maybe he was the owner…

“Yes, sir.” You put your pen down and followed the man through to lobby. 

He attempted to whisper to Peter, but he didn’t lower the volume of his voice at all, “I like this one.” 

You couldn’t begin to comprehend what you had gotten yourself into. 

The man, who had finally introduced himself as Wade Wilson, led you to a car and tossed some keys at you.

“I call shotgun!” he yelled, diving into the passenger seat. 

You narrowly caught the keys and entered the car, starting it. 

“So, where are we going?” You asked as you adjusted the mirrors and the seat to be more comfortable. 

The man shrugged, “I usually just drive around until I find somewhere that sells food.”

“Okay… how about we use Google?” You proposed, taking out your phone and looking up some Mexican restaurants nearby. 

While you glanced over some reviews, Wade began messing with the car radio. Eventually he landed on “Angel of the Morning” and cranked the volume as high as it could go as he began to sing along. 

You looked to Wade, dumbfounded. This really must be some big wig’s son or ridiculously rich for this man to have a job, anywhere. You sighed and put the directions up on your phone and started the drive. 

The blaring music was beginning to give you a headache and you’d only been driving for 2 minutes. You decided rolling down the windows would, hopefully, make the rest of the drive slightly more bearable. But you were very wrong. The moment you rolled down the passenger side window, Wade began to climb out and sit in the window, still belting out to the next song that was playing. 

“Oh my fucking god.” You mumbled to yourself, flicking your eyes between the road and the man half out the window. You turned down the music and tugged on his pants, “Get back in here! You’re going to kill yourself!”

“Oh, calm down.” He said, plopping himself back in his seat, “You never heard of mutants before?” 

You glanced at him, your heart racing slightly less now that he had all limbs inside the car. 

“Of course I have. I just didn’t know that you were one. Besides, mutants can still die.” You felt a sense of ease as you spotted the restaurant down the road. 

“Not me, baby.” He put his feet up on the dash, “100% invincible.” He had a smirk on his face and you could tell he was looking at you out of the corner of his eye to see your reaction. 

“Congratulations. Unfortunately I am not immortal, and when you act like a jackass you put other people’s lives in danger.” You snapped just as you pulled into a parking spot. “Go get your fucking tacos.” “Sheesh lady… and it’s burritos, not tacos.” Wade explained as he got out of the car. 

You rolled your eyes and called out to him as he walked toward the entrance, “And I’m not a lady!” 

He stopped and turned around, “I’ll have you know I’m gender blind! I’m VERY inclusive.” He disappeared into the building before you could think of something to say back. 

You sighed loudly and ran your hands down your face. You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips as you reflected on the entire situation. This was going to be quite the part-time job. 

You tried to pass the time by scrolling on your phone, but as the minutes ticked by, you were becoming slightly impatient. And you also wanted some food for yourself. You stepped out of the car, making sure to lock it, and entered the restaurant Wade went into 20 minutes ago now. 

You were greeted by the sight of Wade hunched over at a bar stool, wrappers all over the counter, three empty beer bottles, one half full, and a half eaten burrito in his hand. 

“Wade!” You sighed and walked up to him, “I thought you were just doing a pick up order or something.” 

He looked at you as he took another swig of beer, “Pick up?? Nah, this is my lunch break.” 

“Your lunch break? It’s not for work?” You asked, confused. 

He shook his head, “Nope.”

You looked more closely examined the man before you and spotted a nametag that read: Wade, beginner salesman. 

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. It was your first day and you disappeared with a beginner salesman for an hour… How were you going to get out of this?? “Okay, we need to go back. Before we get in more trouble.” You demanded.

“I’m not done eating yet!” he whined, arguing back like a little kid. 

“Dude, I really don’t care. Either come back with me or I’m leaving you here.” You said before walking back outside and getting in the car.

Wade groaned and chugged the last of his beer and stuffed the rest of his burrito in his face and made it back to the car just as you were going to pull away. You gave him a quick glare before driving back to the dealership. 

Apparently the man had some sort of conscious and spoke up just as you put the car in park and took off your seatbelt.

“I’ll let Peter know it was all my fault. We’re best buds so he can cover for me.” Wade explained and literally skipped back into work. 

You sighed and began the walk of shame to the door. You decided you were just going to finish your paperwork and apologize profusely and hope you get a second chance. 

But, you couldn’t help overhear Wade and Peter’s conversation on your way to the office.

“C’mon man, you know I’ve been having a hard time… With Vanessa, the Avengers.” 

“I know, Wade, I know. But you can’t keep doing stuff like this. This has to be the last time, I can’t cover you if it happens again.”

“Thanks, peanut.” 

You’re also pretty sure you witnessed Wade grip Peter’s ass when he hugged him after the conversation. 

You kept your head down the rest of the day, working on getting all types of paperwork and files organized. It was now 6:30pm and you were gathering your things you left in the office.

“Knock knock.” Wade’s voice sounded off behind you. 

You turned around and met his eyes. You had felt bad for him after overhearing that he was going through a hard time, so you gave him a smile. “Heading home?” He questioned you casually, though inside his mind he was cursing himself for being such an idiot to ask if you were heading home. Of course you were going home. 

“Yup. Home sweet home.” You chuckled nervously.

“Mmh, yeah. The sweet, sweet home I share with an old blind lady.” He joked, or at least you think it was a joke.

You laughed, “At least you got someone to go home to. Some of us aren’t so lucky to have a blind lady waiting for you.” 

“Well, in that case… How about I take you out for a drink?” He was still stoic-ly leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed lazily.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you turned your head to hide your face from him. 

“I dunno, I got another job to get to in the morning.” You rummaged around for an imaginary lost object.

“How about just to apologize? For being an asshole… if I’m not your type, I mean.” His eyes were glued to your ass as you stalled, bent over looking for something even Wade knew wasn’t there. 

You felt your face heat up even more. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something magnetizing about Wade. He was an annoying asshole, but you could also sense there was something deeper to him. You found a random pen under a desk and picked it up to cover for your stalling. You took a breath to compose yourself before turning around to face Wade.

You noticed his gaze had to travel from your waist up to your eyes when you turned to face him, but you decided to ignore that for now, “Okay. But just for a little. I really do have work in the morning.” 

“I won’t keep you up too late.” He winked at you and then whipped out his phone to send a text. “Our ride will be here soon.” 

You nodded and followed Wade outside. It was just beginning to turn from Summer to Autumn, so the nights started to get a little chilly and the sun was setting sooner. 

Within a few minutes, a taxi pulled up. Wade opened the back door for you. His gesture surprised you, but you thanked him and sat down in the back of the car. Wade got in the front seat and quickly introduced you to Dophinder, a friend of his apparently. 

“Headed back home tonight Mr. Pool, sir?” The taxi driver questioned.

“Oh, not tonight, Dophinder. Tonight is the night I get my groove back. We’re going to Putt Putt Palace.” Wade said confidently.

“Ohh, very nice choice, Mr. Pool!” Dophinder admired Wade’s choice of establishment and started to drive. 

Once you had arrived at the mini-golf course and Dophinder had driven away after gladly taking a high-five as payment, you spoke up, “I thought this was just going to be drinks?”

“Yeah, well ‘Do you want to get drinks’ tends to go over better than ‘I’m going to dominate you at Putt Putt Palace.’”

“Ohhh, so you’re getting cocky now, huh?” You chuckled slightly.

“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe.” He smirked and led the way to pay for a full round of golf and picked out the red putter and ball. 

“Damn, red is my favorite color. I’ll do black then.” You said, grabbing the supplies in the color you chose. 

Wade gasped softly, “Red and black…” 

You looked over at him, “Red and black… it’s a good color combo.” 

“It is, indeed.” He smiled and also ordered two extra large margaritas that came on a necklace in one of those comically large, colorful souvenir cups. 

“Oh my god.” You chuckled when Wade handed you the drink, “You’re trying to get me drunk, aren’t you?” “I would never! I’m going to win this game fair and square!” He defended himself and put the cup around his neck and walked up to the first hole and lined up his shot. 

You watched Wade as he carefully calculated his swing. You gave in and also put your drink around your neck and took some sips, it was awfully convenient. 

Wade hit his ball and watched it go around the course and fall perfectly into the hole. 

“Fuck yeah!” He cheered and performed a small victory dance.

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him out of the way, “It was a lucky shot, Mr. Pool.” 

You glanced at him when you used the name the taxi driver addressed him as. 

Wade gave you a bit of side eye while he sipped his drink. 

You pressed him further, “Why’d he call you that, anyway?” You took your first swing, making it a good amount across the course. 

“It’s an old nickname. I don’t go by it anymore though.” he explained, taking glances at your ass and different parts of your body each time you were getting lined up to hit your ball, finally sinking the hole in 3 strokes. 

The night went on, the sky growing darker and the conversation between the two of you growing deeper. The fact that you had skipped lunch and hadn’t had dinner yet was definitely weighing on you as the alcohol in your system took effect more quickly than usual. You made it to hole 10 out of 18 before you really started struggling. 

You were swaying slightly on your feet, trying to focus and stay still long enough to make a good shot. You went to swing and missed the ball, causing you to break out into a fit of giggles. 

“Oops!” You chuckled and began to line yourself up again. 

Wade was very amused watching you struggle and become more undone at each hole. But he didn’t want you to fully make a fool of yourself, so he approached behind you and gently placed his hands on your shoulders to help steady you. 

“Ooh, thanks.” You smiled and successfully hit your ball this time. 

“Hey, how come you’re not drunk?” You looked up at him while his hands were still on your shoulder.

“‘Cause my healing factor won’t let me, beautiful. But believe me, I’ve tried.” He explained and walked over to your ball with you.

You blushed at the name he called you. He’d been doing it all night. Throwing in a “babe” or “beautiful” every so often, and it always seemed so natural, it caught you off guard every time. 

He continued to help and also tease you for the next 6 holes. As the game was coming to an end, most other people had left the area by now. As usual, Wade was in his position behind you as you took your swing. As you followed your ball with your eyes, it almost felt surreal seeing it sink a hole in one. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “I did it!! I fucking did it!” You cheered and turned around to shove it in Wade’s face. You were blind to the fact that there was no way you could even catch up to Wade, let alone win the whole game. 

Wade was rolling his eyes at your taunts, “Whatever! You’re still not gonna win!”

You chuckled and moved on to the last hole, “Show me what you got.” 

You watched Wade’s face fill with concentration as he carefully calculated his next move. Your eyes couldn’t help but wonder down his body. You hadn’t noticed how muscular he was before now. His work uniform hid most of his body, but you could see his biceps flexing as he hit his golf ball. 

He hadn’t hit the ball hard enough, because once it got to the middle of a metal loop in the center of the course, it lost momentum and fell out. 

“Fuck!” Wade cursed at himself as he stepped aside to let you take your swing. 

“It’s okay,” You moved into position at the start of the course and set your ball down, “This way I can watch you when you hit the ball again.” Your inhibited state of mind had you speaking your thoughts before you had any chance to think it through. 

Wade’s nonexistent eyebrows raised slightly. Sure, he had been flirting with you and asked you on this date, but he never thought you would actually like him or find anything about him remotely attractive. Up until that moment he had convinced himself you were just trying to be nice to the painfully obviously insane burn victim at your new job. 

You lifted your head from your ball to Wade, “You gonna help me or just stand there?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” He had been lost in his own thoughts and for once, left speechless. He moved behind you again and placed his hands on your shoulders. 

You had missed the warmth of his body heat, it was almost addicting to have him so close to you. You didn’t realize you had just been mindlessly staring down at your golf ball while relishing in Wade’s presence. 

Wade leaned down to lower his head next to your ear and whispered, “Don’t fuck it up, peanut.” 

The feeling of his breath against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, there was no way you would be able to focus on the last round of mini golf now. You dropped your club and turned around to face Wade. The most adorable look of confusion was adamant on his face, bringing a slight smile to your lips. 

Wade opened his mouth, no doubt to say something idiotic, but before he could you placed a hand on the back of his neck and helped him lean down and captured his lips in a kiss. 

You were thankful for the extra courage your drink had given you. There’s no way you would be able to make a move on someone so confident and outgoing as Wade sober. Your kiss was brief, almost innocent. Just a soft meshing of two timid people. 

Wade was the one to pull away from you, “What was that for?” 

You shrugged, “Dunno.” 

Which was true, you didn’t know why you were compelled to kiss the man who almost got you fired on your first day of work, who acted so careless and as if he only thought about himself and his own wants. 

You started to lean up to kiss him again, but he stopped you. 

“You don’t wanna get into this, peanut. I’m a fucking mess.” Wade looked down at you, a glimmer of hurt in his eyes. 

You frowned slightly, “Well, that makes two of us.”

You waited for his response. He was glancing to his left and right every so often, like he was having an internal battle. After a few moments his eyes settled back on yours. 

“Fuck it.” he mumbled just before he closed the distance between you and gave you a proper kiss. 

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

Release

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​ & KO / @thirteenisles​

Tagging: @smileysvech​ @pyotrkochetkov ​@hoesforthecanes @hockeywritingcollection

Relationship: Andrei x Kat

Warning: Smut. Oral.

Summary: Kat gives Andrei a reward in her office between practices.

Word Count: 4k

Comments: No wonder Drei’s hairline is receding when his woman keeps tugging on it…

For Andrei, the best thing about working with his girlfriend was always having her at the rink. It didn’t matter if it was before or after practice or games, Kat was always hanging around somewhere. The other guys only got to see their wives or girlfriends after the game, but Kat was always around, usually in her office, and he knew he could always go see her if he wanted to.

He always heard the comments online about how people wouldn’t want to work with their significant other and he just couldn’t wrap his head around it because working with Kat was the best part of his job. He got to play hockey, be in the NHL, and have the love of his life within arm’s reach of him. He hated the idea of making people jealous, but he knew he was living the life. More times than he could count he’d steal moments away with Kat in the locker room, hallway to the ice, on the bench, in her office. Any moment he could spare, any second he could spare to get a quick peck on his lips he’d take, no matter how much chirping he’d get from the rest of the guys.

And he had been doing really well lately. He’s been hot, not just physically but with multiple goals and assists in the last few games. Even in practice he’s been hot, completing the drills with little mistake and scoring on their goalies—yes, he apologized to PK every time with a little tap on his pads.

Today, they were given a break between off ice and on ice training. It was only a short break, maybe half an hour, but of course Andrei was going to use that time to see his woman.

He smiled as he walked down her office, his cheeks rosy from the teasing he got as he headed out to see her. Her office door was open and he knocked softly as he stuck his head into the room. As usual, Kat was typing away at her computer but she looked up at him with a smile when she heard the knock. “Hey,” she smiled brightly. “Is it break time?”

Andrei hummed as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “Yeah, we were given 15 minutes to cool off and recover before we start the on-ice drills,” he bit his lip before he smirked and flipped the lock on her door. “Which gives me 15 minutes with the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Kat blushed as she bit her lip and slowly closed her laptop. “Oh really? And what are you hoping to do with the most beautiful woman?” She asked as she leaned on one hand to look at him.

“I have a few ideas,” he smirked and scrunched his nose up before he sat on the edge of her desk and leaned in to kiss her softly.

Kat hummed into the kiss and pulled her chair closer, pushing herself as close to him as she possibly could. “I’m sure you do, big boy,” she smirked against his lips.

Andrei groaned and cupped her throat as he kissed her hungrily. He really did love it when she called him big boy, especially when she called him her big boy.

Kat moaned as he slipped his tongue past her lips and she ran her hand up his strong thigh. She loved when he took control because she knew he’d make her feel good. It didn’t matter that he was six years younger than her, he knew how to make her feel good.

He always knew how make her feel good… which made Kat think.

He always made her feel beyond amazing, always put his pleasure second to hers. She knew he got off on getting her off, but he had been playing so good recently and she thought he deserved a little reward.

He growled low in his throat when she pulled back from the kiss and he chased her lips as he kissed her deeper than before. He needed her, needed any part of her he could get during their stolen little moments like this and he didn’t care as he kissed her breathlessly.

Kat broke the kiss to straddle him. A few things fell from her desk to the floor, but she didn’t care as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again, completely unable to get enough of him. Andrei’s hands quickly found her ass as he moaned against her lips. All morning he thought about bending her over her desk but, fuck, he’s not complaining about this at all. I’d she wanted to ride him like this right there on her desk, he was more than happy to let her.

“Andrei—" Kat started as she broke the kiss but he quickly mouthed at her neck, pulling a loud moan from her as her eyes fluttered closed. He swore he could feel her clench above him before he slid his hand up her shirt to palm her breast through her bra. He moaned loudly when he realized she had chosen to wear an unlined bra because he could feel the arch of her breast and pebble of her nipple through the thin material.

“Drei,” she moaned breathlessly as he mouthed at her neck and he pinched her nipple through her bra, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned louder and ran her hand through his hair. It was damp from his post workout shower but still soft and she tugged at it as she grinded down on him.

Andrei made quick work of her shirt as he pushed it up and off her body before he buried his face into her chest, squeezing her breasts together so his face was buried between them. “So beautiful,” he mumbled against her skin before he nipped and sucked at her skin, adding new marks to replace the fading ones, not that Kat cared. As long as he stayed below her collar, he could mark her up as much as he wanted too. She loved the reminders, like a map of all the things he had done to her, of all the places he touched, of how good he made her feel. “Drei,” she moaned. She wanted this to be about him, but he always seemed to make it about her.

“Yeah, Kisa?” He breathed as he slid his hand around her back to unhook her bra and free her breasts before he wrapped his lips around her nipple. She gasped loudly and her nails scratched at his scalp before she fisted his hair again, knowing just how much he loved it when she pulled his hair.

“I, uh, had an idea,” she forced out as he mouthed at her chest and her eyes fluttered, finding it hard to think clearly when he was making her feel so good. He moaned against her breast and his other hand gripped her ass as she ground against him but she tugged at his hair again. “Andrei,” she whined. “I said I had an idea.” She knew that the clock was ticking and that they didn’t have much time, just enough to do what she was thinking about.

Andrei hummed against her lips, having plenty of ideas himself. Just like this, he thought. Or maybe bending her over her desk. Or even up against the wall. He honestly didn’t care how he had her as long as he had her, and he knew she could feel how badly he needed her. He was so hard he couldn’t think about anything that wasn’t her and how badly he needed her.

Andrei tried to chase her lips to kiss her again, but she pushed him back by his chest, hard enough to knock him back against her desk so he was resting on his elbows as he looked up at her with a smirk. “Ideas, Kisa?”

“Fuck my face,” she stated bluntly. “I want you to fuck my face.” She knew she had to be as clear as possible to get through to his horny brain, but she didn’t think she could get much clearer than that.

Andrei’s eyes fluttered and he collapsed back against her desk with a moan. “Fuck your— Here? Now?”

“Right here, right now,” she hummed and lightly scratched her nails down his lower stomach before she pulled his shorts down. She smirked at the angry red of his cock before she leaned down to kiss just below his belly button, feeling his abs contract under her touch before she wrapped her hand around his cock. “I want you to fuck my mouth and cum down my throat, Drei. I want you to make a mess of me.”

He shuttered below her as he ran his hand through her hair. “Yeah,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “Fuck, yes.”

Kat giggled as she looked up at him. For all that he ran his mouth on the ice, he was absolute putty in her hand. She bit her lip as she thumbed at his slit before she spat on his cock and she felt him shudder again before she wrapped her hand back around his cock and began to jerk him off slowly, his cock so thick only her nails could touch. “How do you want me?” She asked him. “On my knees, or like this?”

Andrei moaned louder and bucked into her hand. His eyes were lidded and jaw slack as he focused on how good her hand felt and Kat had to squeeze the base of his cock when he didn’t answer her, pulling another loud moan from him. “Knees,” he replied breathlessly. “I want you on your knees.”

Kat hummed and released his cock to get off the desk before she settled down on her knees and looked up at him with her best innocent eyes. He moaned loudly at the sight of her before him as he stood up and leaned back against her desk. “Fuck you look so pretty like this,” he told her.

Kat knew that she did but she still preened at his praise. “You look sexy from this angle, Drei,” she hummed and scratched her nails up his thighs, just to make him shiver.

“I’m sure I do, now come here,” his voice was thick as he beckoned her closer until her lips just brushed the tip of his dock. “Open your mouth for me,” he breathed and she looked up at him as her lips parted. She gasped as he pressed his finger under her chin and forced her to look up at him so he could spit on her tongue and he smirked as her eyes widened. “Now swallow,” he commanded as he released her jaw. Kat’s eyes fluttered as she moaned but she did as she was told and swallowed as she pressed her thighs together.

“Good girl,” Andrei murmured in Russian. “Now open wide.” He gripped his cock in his hand and tapped the tip of it against her lips before she opened her mouth for him. “Gonna let me fuck your mouth, pretty girl?” He asked and Kat moaned as he pressed his cock into her waiting mouth and her nails dug into his thighs before she had half the mind to pull them behind her back.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he groaned as he slid his cock into her mouth, starting off with swallow thrusts. Kat kept her eyes locked on his as she hollowed her cheeks. He was too big for her to take all of him, but she did her best, choking when he thrusted a little too deep.

Andrei worried his lip between his teeth as he watched his cock slide in and out of her mouth. Kat dug her nails into her wrist as she struggled to suppress her gag reflex. Her eyes welled with tears and her lipstick was more than a little smudged as he could see rings of it on his cock, and it was the hottest thing Andrei ever saw and he loved how her spit ran down the sides of her mouth from how good she took him.

He ran his hands through her hair before he gripped the back of her head to brace her as he fucked her face harder, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged around him but that only made him moan louder as his eyes fluttered.

Kat was soaked between her thighs as she gagged around his cock, loving every moan that left Andrei’s lips. She loved that she was making him feel this good, that she was the only one that could make him feel that good.

She dug her nails into her wrists again to remind her of her place, but she couldn’t keep her hands to herself any longer and she released her wrist to run her hands up his strong thighs, moaning loudly around his cock before she gave his perky ass a squeeze. His hips jerked, pushing himself deeper down her throat but that only made her moan louder, bringing him closer to the edge. He was so close and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer when she was making him feel so good.

“I’m gonna cum, Kisa,” he moaned as he felt his balls tighten. It’s what she wanted, what she needed. She wanted him to cum down her throat. She needed him to cum down her throat. She moaned around him again as she looked up at him and he tightened his hand in her hair in warning as he quickened his pace.

Kat moaned again as she dragged her nailed over his ass, and then he was pulling roughly at her hair as he came with a loud moan, spilling down her throat and filling her mouth with his cum.

She choked but quickly swallowed every drop as she moaned around him, her eyes fluttering as she dug her nails into his ass. She definitely left marks but he didn’t care. He knew the team would give him shit for it, for the marks she left on his ass of all places, but he didn’t care. She wanted to mark her man as hers, to show everyone that he belonged to her, that no one could make him feel the way she could. He belonged to her and to her alone.

His thrusts slowed as she continued to hum around him, drawing his high out as long as she could before she pulled back to tongue at his slit, cleaning up him and making sure she didn’t waste a single drop of his cum.

He moaned at the sight before he hauled her up to her feet and cupped her jaw and kissed her deeply, tasting his cum on her tongue. It only made Kat moan louder and she pressed herself flush against him as his tongue brushed hers and her core ached. She could only hope that they would have enough time that he’d be able to take the edge off or she wouldn’t be able to get anymore work done, too focused on her aching emptiness.

Andrei pulled back from the kiss to look at his watch. He only had five minutes left before he had to go back and get dressed for the on-ice part of practice, but he always took care of his girl.

He was quick as he hauled her onto her desk and unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them down her legs along with her panties before he quickly got down on his knees between her legs.

“Yes, fuck yes,” Kat moaned as she hooked her legs over his shoulders and gripped his hair. She was beyond soaked, her inner thighs coated with her wetness and she moaned loud enough that surely people down the hall heard her when Andrei dragged his tongue up her slit.

He wished he had more than five minutes so he could take his time with her, but he knew he only had enough time to take the edge off for her and that after practice he could take her home and bend her over the hood of the lambo or the kitchen counter or the bed and fuck her nice and deep. And spend hours between her perfect thighs of course.

But right now he had to be quick to take the edge off and he focused on her clit, circling the bud with the tip of his tongue. “Yes,” she cried as her legs tightened around his head and she moaned his name loudly when he looked up at her with his dark brown eyes and flushed cheeks. He wrapped his lips around her clit and chuckled when her thighs tightened around his head. He’d gladly suffocate between her thighs. Death by his hot girlfriend’s pussy? It would be a dream could true for him.

Andrei knew how to use his mouth, knew exactly how Kat liked it, and she was so turned on she could feel her high building already. “Please,” she begged as she dig her heels into his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. He moaned against her as he sucked on her clit, his fingers digging into her thighs. He needed her to cum more than he needed anything.

If they had enough time, he would have been able to get off on getting her off. But they didn’t have the time and needed her to cum more than anything. He needed to make her feel good and make her coat his tongue with her release.

“Oh god, Andrei. Andrei, please!” Kat cried as she tugged at his hair before she gasped which quickly turned into a moan as she came on his tongue. Andrei moaned just as loudly as she did when he felt her cum and his grip tightened on her thighs as he tried to press himself closer to her, needing every drop of her cum and wanting to draw her high out as much as he possibly could.

Kat rocked against his mouth as she arched her back, her hand desperately seeking anything to hold onto that she knocked more files and knickknacks over, not that she cared. She couldn’t care about anything that wasn’t Andrei when he was eating her out like this, when he was making her feel so good that her eyes rolled back and her high bled into another.

“Kisa, oh fuck, Kisa,” he moaned as he fucked her with his tongue, desperate for every taste of her he could steal.

She reached down to grip his hair. “Please please please,” she begged him, unsure of where one high ended and another one began. “So close, Drei.”

He looked back up at her as he fucked her with his tongue before he pressed his thumb to her clit. His fingers were big and rough from years of hockey and they felt incredibly against her sensitive flesh. Her eyes rolled back and she came again so hard she saw stars.

It was only in the back of her head that she heard a knock at her door and a, “Svech? We knew you’re in there. It’s time to get on the ice. You know he’ll bag skate us if you’re late.”

Kat squealed and quickly covered her mouth with her hand to keep her quiet as Andrei groaned against her sensitive core. He was hard again and all he wanted was to bury himself deep in her sweet pussy and fill her up. He continued to tongue her clit and Kat had to use her free hand to pull him back by his hair. He was flushed down his chest and she knew she was too and she giggled at the sight of his lips and chin shinny with her cum.

“You’re late,” she giggled.

He licked his lips. “Totally worth it,” he said and nipped at her inner thigh. “I’ll be right out,” he called out to the door before he stood up and kissed her softly.

“When we get home,” he bit her bottom lip teasingly. “I’m going to bend you over our bed and fuck you till you can’t walk and then I’ll spend the rest of the night between your thighs eating my cum out of your pussy.”

Kat moaned and fisted his shirt before she reached down to stroke his cock, feeling how he throbbed in her hand as she tucked him back into his shorts. “I’ll hold you to that, big boy,” she promised with a smirk. “You can’t knock me up without filling me up.”

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, Kisa, you’re gonna make me cum again.”

Kat giggled as she squeezed him through his sweats. “But you’re already so hard, Drei. If you walk out now, all they’ll see is how big and hard you are.” She bit her lip as she stroked him through the material of his sweats. “You get so sensitive after you cum. I bet I could get you off again pretty quickly if you’ll let me.”

Andrei nodded. Like he’d ever turn her down. Her hand is so warm and perfect and she’s right, he gets so sensitive he could—

The banging outside the door resumed as Martinook shouted, “Svech!”

Kat bit her lip as she thumbed the slit of his cock through his sweats. She wasn’t going to stop until he told her too. It wasn’t like she was the one that would get in trouble. It was his stamina in question not hers.

“I—" he started but his words died on his lips. Her touched felt so good he didn’t care if it came with extra laps or him having to clean pucks by hand. Hell, they could ask him to clean the ice with a toothbrush and he would in exchange for all the pleasure she gave him. All he wanted was to cum again from her touch.

Kat smirked and pulled his cock back out from his sweats as she stroked him quicker, twisting her hand around the head of his cock the way she knew he liked. His head dropped to her shoulder as his breath came quicker and shallower. He was completely focused on how she made him feel and he knew he was going to cum fast, and hard.

“I want you to cum for me,” she murmured in Russian as she thumbed her slit again. “I want you to cum all over my hand the way you would I’d you were buried deep in my pussy trying to knock me up.”

He came from her words alone. He came hard, moaning her name as he spilt into her hand. “There we go, such a good boy for me, my good big boy,” she praised him, slowing her strokes to draw his high out and he moved his face from her neck to kiss her.

“I’m so in love with you,” he said softly.

“I know,” she replied with a smile.  

Andrei’s lips twitched up and he kissed her again. “But I better go now before I get in too much trouble that we can’t leave on time and continue this at home.”

“That’s a promise, Svechnikov,” she told him and tucked him back into his shorts. His lips twitched up into a smile before he kissed her again for good measure, sealing the promise of everything he will do to her when they got home later before he took a deep breath and pulled back and unlocked her office door before he headed back toward the locker room.

Even with them walking away Kat could head the guys chirping Andrei and her, but she could only giggle as she closed the door behind him.

[rosaline-black]

hi! for the blurb request for Hotch could you do something where they have to like spar against each other and hotch obviously doesn’t go 100% against reader even though she take it but he’d just feel guilty :) all fluff

No warnings just cute sparring fluff!

Hotch had never known some one to hold there own quite like you. Unlike himself or Morgan you didn’t seem threatening to many, but he’d seen you kick more ass then the entire team put together.

So when you flitted into his office, the distracting scent of your shampoo and your mouth moving. Hotch struggled to pretend like he was listening rather then admiring. Lucky for him he managed to catch the tail end of your rambles “-So would you like to spar with me? As I said the others already all have training partners…”

Ah yes. The bureaus new training modules had been insisted upon by Strauss. Apparently the team needed a refresh on combat training which the team had originally all groaned at. That was until they started to make it interesting.

JJ had come up with the brilliant idea to pair off with Morgan, betting that she could kick his ass which to be truthful, Hotch didn’t doubt one bit. Then Reid and Garcia had bonded over their mutual hatred for physical activity, deciding to work together so they could spend their mandatory sessions complaining. And Rossi was easy to convince when Prentiss had murmured something along the lines of ‘I bet you don’t even have it in you to fight me old timer…’.

So that just left you. Beautifully scary you. Hotch had planned to ask you formally, maybe even invite you to coffee after your sessions and somehow ween his way into actually asking you out properly but like he always had, Aaron feared the rejection.

The idea of your usually neutrally joyful expression moulding into one of pity and uncomfortableness kept him up at night. Worst of all he knew you wouldn’t even be cruel about it, you would let him down easy, spare him the inevitable embarrassment-

“If you don’t want to Hotch it’s alright… I can ask one of the trainees too-“

“Sounds like a plan agent… does 8am work for you?”

And so here you both were. 8am on the dot at the bureaus training gym. You looked just as beautiful in sports wear as you did in your every day outfits which was frustrating. He foolishly had hoped maybe your tired appearance would lower his nerves, but who was he kidding. He’d seen you bloody and bruised on the field and still then he had wanted to kiss you.

“So… should we just head straight into it?”

Hotch simply nodded and suddenly an onslaught of all new obsessive thoughts pressed there way into his head. Should I go easy on her? What if I end up hurting her and she hates me? What if she notices I’m not trying and feels insulted?

“Helloooo earth to Hotchner? If your mind is somewhere else we can reschedule…”

“No… no not at all, my apologies… let’s just practice combat punches today… I’ll hold the mat and you can start…”

He hoped maybe the early morning meant that you hadn’t noticed the way he tripped over his words, but by the looks of the smile creeping up over your face he assumed that wasn’t the case.

You took your stance, gloves on and shoulders firm. The first two punches were measured but after that the mat received the brunt of your wrath. He managed to keep steady but just barely, you were incredibly strong. Who knew that scary look of anguish nestling it’s way between your brows could be so… sexy?

“Right you go…”

“I’m not sure we have time…”

Pouting. Godammit you were pouting.

“Hotch we’ve been here less then 15 minutes… we have the gym booked till nine…”

Dark eyes flashing to the floor, Hotch had no choice but to concede to your demands. Aaron slipped his gloves on and forced his eyes not to latch onto the extent of your thighs that had been showcased as your shorts had rode up.

Rolling his shoulders back and aiming for the mat being grasped between your hands, poo Aaron took his first swing. It was weak… admittedly on purpose. And you noticed immediately. He swung a second time hoping it wasn’t too strong, the thought of knocking you over and was far worse then being perceived as an all show no cigar kinda guy.

“Seriously? That’s all you got Hotchner? Maybe Strauss was right… if our unit chief punches like that we do need training…oh-“

Before he could even think about what he was doing Hotch’s bravado got the better of him, and he took a third swing full force. Clearly you hadn’t been prepared because the mat had been hit so hard it put your balance of kilter causing you to stumble falling on your butt with an oof.

“Oh god… y/n- uh agent I am so sorry… I- are you laughing…?”

Your giggles echoed off of the walls of the training gym and Aaron couldn’t help but let his usual furrowed brow relax at the noise. Extending his arm, Hotch pulled you to your feet disregarding the mat as he scanned your body for any signs of damage.

“I tell you what boss I take it back… that was quite the hit…”

“My apologies again I… I’m sorry…”

So stuck in his web of self pity and guilt, Hotch missed your brazen grin as you took a daring step towards him.

“I tell you what… I know a way you can make it up to me…”

“How?”

Hotch was even more stunned when you pressed a finger into his chest.

“Take me to dinner after we finish on the next case…”

His smile alone gave you the answer to that request.

[malii-the-bonehead]

The Other Woman pt5

heres part 5.. i know it took a while but honestly ive been slacking due to the rafe story im writing. i need to get more chapters of this done so that i dont have to stress about it as much as i have been.

Anyways enjoy part 5<3

Slow burn

Summary: Chris, a popular hockey player at school where Y/n went, found himself falling for the beautiful, shy girl. As time went on he found out who Y/n truly was as a person and ultimately, he had to make the choice, his girlfriend, or the other woman.

Part 5

I’m sitting in the parking lot of the cafe. Honestly, I didn’t want to be here. When I got home from the store, I found mom sprawled out on the floor, bottle in hand and puke next to her. I ended up having to drag her to bed and cleaning her mess. I wish I had the money to send her to a rehab place. She needs to get clean. I thought about texting dad and asking him, but I decided against it. I don’t want help from him. I didn’t need his help anyways.

Other than that mess, everything was fine. I ended up having spare time so I went to my plugs house and got a gram from him. Not for now, but whenever I felt like smoking. I had to restock in case, you know?

I sat in my car for about 15 minutes before receiving a text from Chris. 

You still coming? I checked the time. It was 5:34. I sent him a text back. 

I’m waiting on you, silly. I’ve been here for 15 minutes already. I put my phone down on the seat next to me. I reached into the backseat of my car and grabbed my old calculus textbook from last year. My phone rang.

I got here at 5 lol. I’ve been waiting for you since then. I’m already inside by the window. 

I quickly got out of my car. I didn’t know he was here. I rushed inside the small and homey feeling cafe. When I stepped into the building, the smell of apple pie and coffee filled my nose. I liked the smell of this place. I looked around, seeing Chris on his phone next to the window like he said he was. I walked over to him.

“I’m sorry you were waiting so long. I wish you told me you were already here,” I mumbled and sat down in the open seat across from him. He looked at me, placing his phone in his pocket. There were papers and two books scattered on the table, as well as a pastry, what looked to be a croissant. A chocolate croissant with a few bites taken out of it. I loved chocolate croissants.. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I didn’t know you were here either. We probably should have texted each other, huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed. 

“Yeah, that would have been a good idea,” I giggled. “So, let's see what you’re working on.” I placed my book down, next to all the papers and books along the table. 

“Before we start, are you hungry? I’ll pay for it, just order what you want.” Chris smiled at me from across the table. I smiled back.

“No, no, I’ll pay for my food. Thank you though.” He rolled his eyes.

“Oh, come on. It’s the least I can do for making you come all the way here just to help me study.” I shook my head. 

“Fine, but only this once.” I gave him a stern face. I meant it. I didn’t want him paying for me. I’d probably feel bad later for making him pay for me today. 

Chris asked me what I wanted. 

“Hm, I think I’ll get a chocolate croissant as well. Yours looks really good. Also a hot coffee, add sugar and creamer.” He looked at me, taking in the things I asked for. He nodded his head standing up.

“Anything else?” He asked.

“No, thank you.”

“I’ll be back in a sec.” He turned around, walking to the counter to order my food and coffee. I looked at the papers on the table, trying to read the handwriting on each one. Chris didn’t have very readable handwriting…

After a few minutes of trying to figure out what the papers said, Chris came back. He placed my food and coffee down in front of me as well as a water bottle. 

“One croissant, hot coffee, and water for the pretty lady,” He said before sitting back down in his chair. My face started to get warm. 

“Thanks,” I mumbled and looked away towards the window. 

“So, did you find out what all this shit means,” Chris grabbed a paper from the small stack in front of me. 

“To be honest, I couldn’t read your notes. But I could read the typed questions.” He laughed a little. 

“Yeah, my handwriting was never the best.”

“As long as you can read it, right?”

“Right,” he chuckled. He placed the paper in front of me and started pointing out the things he was struggling with. Time to get to work, I internally sighed. 

– 

Helping Chris wasn’t hard at all. He was a fast learner and quick to keep the information in his head. 

Chris groaned and stretched his arms over his head. He leaned back slightly before speaking. “Man, I’m tired. I think we need a break. We’ve been doing this for an hour and a half and I think I got the concept down.”

“How about you do these last three problems,” I scribbled two easy equations and one hard one before sliding the paper in his direction. “Then, we can take a break.”

Chris did the first two problems easily. The last one took him longer than the others but he got the right answer in the end. 

“You’re catching on really fast, Sturniolo.” He smiled at me, a big grin on his face.

“Thank you, Miss L/n.” I felt my cheeks turn pink from that. “You know, it seems like everytime I say something, your face turns pink.”

I felt my face get even pinker, probably red at this point.

“No it doesn’t,” I denied. I knew it did. But would I agree with him on that? No.

“Yes, I think it does. I see it all the time when I talk to you.”

I rolled my eyes.

Chris’s pov

My stomach hurts. It felt like someone was twisting my guts around. She made me so nervous and honestly, I don’t think she notices how she makes me feel. Everything she says makes my heart melt. When she calls me by my name, or even the nicknames she's given me. It makes me want to go feral. If I didn’t have any self control, and wasn’t raised right, then I probably would have. She makes me crazy and I hate it. But God, I love it so much. The feelings she makes me experience are unreal. So unreal to the point that I have to pinch myself sometimes to make sure it isn’t all a dream. 

“When do you think we should wrap this up? Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed being here with you today, but don’t you have better things to do?” She looked at me with a dazed face. She looked so pretty.

I wish I could tell her. Just tell her everything. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right about cleaning up. I’m not busy for the rest of the day, but it is getting late. You probably have some things to do, too.”

She looked out the window. “Actually, there is something I need to do.”

My face dropped. I didn’t want her to go yet. Not that I’d admit that to her.

“Well, thank you for the help, Y/n. I really appreciate it.” She noticed the look on my face. 

“Hey, since you’re not busy, why don’t you come with me? I can drop you off at home after if you’d like,” she offered. My face lit up again. 

“Really? Ah, that would be awesome,” I started to pack up my things, standing from my chair after her. 

As we walked towards the door, I asked her, “Where is it you need to go?” 

“First we’ll go to my car so u can put your things in it, then I need to go get a few books I’ve been dying to read. Luckily, the library is just across the street.” She almost skipped along the sidewalk to her car. 

“That sounds perfect.”

–

We made it to her car. She unlocked the door for me and I placed my bag in the passenger seat. She ended up giving me her old calculus book so my bag was pretty much bursting at this point. 

After we had finished up there, we started walking to the library. There was something soothing about being around her. Even if we didn’t talk, just her presence made me feel tingly inside. 

We made it to the very large building, walking through the automatic doors in the front. I pretty much followed her like a lost puppy.

We had come to a stop in front of the romance section. She dragged her fingers along the spines of some of the books along the shelves. She grabbed one, a thick book with torn edges and yellowed pages. 

“You really like the thickest books out there, don’t you,” I snickered behind her. 

She turned around and looked at me, a smug smile on her face. 

“Yes, maybe you should try reading one? You might learn something from these.” She giggled. I placed my hand on my heart, letting out a fake, pained sigh. She giggled again. “I’m only joking, Chris.”

She faced the shelves again, browsing a little before grabbing two more books. After that, we walked around some more. We went to the educational section, fiction, non-fiction, mystery, you name it. She seemed to have grabbed at least one book from every section. 

We found ourselves in front of the poetry section. 

“Do you need some help with those,” I questioned. She had a stack of at least 8 books in her hands, most of them thick and probably heavy.

“Please,” she sighed, handing me 4 of the 8. After, she looked around the poetry area when she noticed a book on the top shelf. She tried to reach up, failing to grab the thing that caught her eye.

I noticed her struggle and went behind her, reaching up and grabbing the book she had been reaching for. She turned around, looking up at me with a pink face.

“Your face is pink again,” I whispered. We were very close. So close that I almost felt her breath on my face. God, I want to kiss her so bad right now. This was the perfect chance, but I couldn’t. I have a girlfriend. 

“Is it?” She whispered back. I felt my stomach start to flip, once again. It seems to do that a lot these days.

“Very,” I replied. Time seemed to move slowly, not that I minded. 

She stayed looking at me. 

If you keep looking at me like that I might go insane, I thought. Her phone began to ring.  I pulled myself from her eyes, stepping back from her and handing her the big, brown poetry book. She took it, also grabbing her phone from her back pocket. She turned it off, picking her phone back up in the safety of her jeans. 

“Who was that?” 

“My mom,” she replied. “We should probably get going now.” She walked past me, speedily walking to the front of the library to check out the books. I hope I didn’t freak her out or anything. I really hope I didn’t.

Y/n’s pov

Mom texted me a few times after I declined her call. She had asked where I was and when I was going to be home. I shut off my phone, placing it in my lap. The stack of books in the backseat of my car were almost to the top of the seat. Chris had helped me carry them to my car. 

Now, I was driving him home. He sat awkwardly in the passenger seat. I noticed he had fiddled his thumbs a few times. Something people do when they’re nervous.

“You okay?” I questioned him. I kept my gaze on the road ahead of me.

“Yeah, I’m fine.'' I glanced at him briefly. 

“Okay.. If I did something to upset you, you’d tell me right?” 

“You didn’t do anything, Y/n. I guess I’m just upset our little adventure is coming to an end.”

I giggled at his statement.

“Come on, silly. Don’t be upset over spilled milk. We can hang out another day if you want. I just need to get home to my mother. I need to make sure she’s doing alright. I hope you understand.”

He nodded his head knowingly towards me. We ended up not talking the rest of the ride to his house. The music playing from my speakers was barely noticeable, but it left a good atmosphere between us. 

Chris had told me every turn to take until it was the final one into his driveway. Chris had a nice, big house. One that his parents must have worked very hard for.

“Thank you for today, Y/n. I had fun.” He looked at me before grabbing his bag off the passenger floor. 

“Me too, Chris. Me too.”

He opened the door and before shutting it, he said, “Text me when you get home so I know you made it safe. And be careful, it’s late.”

It was now 9. We spent the whole evening together. A few hours at the cafe and library and about an hour drive to his house. 

“I will, have a good night, Chris.”

He smiled at me and shut the door. I waited for him to get to his front door before beginning to pull out of his driveway. Before I could though, I noticed him wave goodbye to me. I waved back, then headed home for the night.

–

When I got home, mom wasn’t there. She was probably at the bar again. I sighed and went to my room. I grabbed some clothes and went to my bathroom, getting ready for my shower. I picked up my phone off my bedside table and opened Chris’s messages. I sent him a quick text.

I’m home and I made it safely. Not even 10 seconds later, I heard my phone ding. 

Thank God. I was starting to think you got kidnapped or something. I smiled at his message. I walked into the bathroom once again, running the shower on warm water. That would have sucked, wouldn't it?

100%. Then who would I talk to in 3rd hour? Me, myself, and I? I don’t think so.

I put my phone down on the counter by my sink. I stripped out of my clothes before picking it back up. 

If I were you I’d love to talk to myself lol. I waited for a text back for a few minutes, but not one came. I’m going to take a shower. I’ll text you when I’m out.

I shut off my phone and stepped into the warm water. I needed this shower so bad. Today was very, very long. 

When I finished showering, I put on my clothes and grabbed my phone. I went to my bed, getting under the covers and shutting off my light. I checked my messages. He still hadn’t responded. 

It’s nothing, Y/n. Don’t get attached. Don’t wait for his messages. And definitely don’t be upset when he doesn’t text back. 

I wanted to send him another text message, but I didn’t want to seem desperate. I ended up sending him another one anyway. A simple, Goodnight, Chris. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. I internally cringed. Why did I send that?

I shut off my phone and flipped over onto my side. It was time to get some rest. I had work tomorrow and it was already 10. I shut my eyes but when I did, the memory of Chris leaning over me at the library replayed in my head. I thought about what could have happened if my mom hadn’t called me at that moment. What that would have led to. I ended up falling asleep thinking about that. 

[rainywritesx]

Synopsis: you, Chan’s girlfriend, decided to bring some spare cupcakes you had baked to the members. Just overall really cute and fluffy, with some of the other skz members also featuring in this :D

I haven’t written anything in a while, and I’m not that familiar with writing for skz, so please bear with me :,) I’m doing my best. Anyway, hope you enjoy! By the way, as of right now I don’t take requests as I’m still figuring out my rules and who exactly I will write for ^^

Warnings: None

Word count: 1183

Okay Y/N, don’t trip, don’t fall, just don’t make a fool of yourself, I told myself as I slowly walked up the stairs towards the practice room where Stray Kids were rehearsing.

I was bored today, so I decided to bake cupcakes. However, stupid me didn’t expect that I would end up making way more than I needed when I used a random recipe from the internet, so I was left with an abundance of them. Chan had told me that they had to practice today, so I thought it would be nice to visit and bring them some of the cupcakes that are left.

As I neared the kids’ practice room, I could hear loudness that increased the closer I got. To my surprise, what I heard wasn’t actually music. Instead, I heard what sounded like loud screams and laughs, making me shake my head. They were messing around again… I chuckled in disbelief.

They probably wouldn’t hear me knocking on the door since they were being so loud, but I still wanted to do it first before coming in. Unsurprisingly, nobody opened the door. I carefully tried to hold the box with cupcakes with just one hand, and then used my other hand to slowly open the door.

It seemed that the members saw the door open, because when I finally saw them, they were all quietly sitting on the couch, smiling ‘innocently’, as if they were about to be in trouble. When they realized it was just me, however, their demeanors dropped. Chan and I made eye contact, and he immediately got up and walked towards me with a happy smile.

“Hey sweetie! I didn’t know you were visiting us today.” He said before trying to hug me, but the box with cupcakes, which he somehow hadn’t noticed, was in the way. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Well, I baked some cupcakes and—“ Before I could finish my sentence, some of the members were already standing near us, eyeing the box intensely.

“Woowww Y/N made us cupcakes!” I.N said excitedly.

“Yes,” I chuckled. “I felt like baking some today and I made more than I can finish on my own. I assumed you guys might enjoy some as well, and it seems I was right. Should I open the box now or will you have them later?”

“We’ll have them in a moment, I think everyone is still pretty tired from practicing right now.” Chan said. I nodded as I put the box on a cupboard that was next to the couch.

“Yeah, I definitely could hear you guys working really hard and focusing on practicing.” I said in an exaggerated tone, earning a laugh from the rest.

“Well, we were in need of a break anyway, let’s have about 15 minutes off.” Chan said. He had barely finished his sentence when Felix ran out of the room, presumably to go to the bathroom.

“Chan, are you not going to try your partner’s cupcakes?” Han, who had already grabbed one, asked. “Tsss, can you believe him? How rude, she came all the way here for us.” Seungmin teased, earning an eye roll from Chan, who shook his head while making his way over to me.

“How are you doing today? Is practice going alright?” I asked. Chan hummed as he stood next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, and using the other to reach for my hand. (A/N: I have no idea how to describe this position dhdhhchjhj )

“Mhm, everything is going really well so far. We’ve mostly been finetuning the smaller parts of the next comeback’s choreography. We kinda lost focus after a while though.” He chuckled and rested his head on my shoulder (rip if you’re too short/tall for this ig;-;).

“Well, in that case, I think it was a good idea for everyone to have a small break. I’m sure you guys will get your focus back once you’ve rested for a little bit.” He nodded and sighed softly. I could feel him putting a little more of his weight on me.

“Tired?” Chan hummed in agreement. “Do you guys have to be here for much longer?” I could feel him shake his head.

“The Itzy members need the practice room in about an hour.” I nodded.

“Want me to wait here till you’re done, or should I leave?” I could feel him squeeze my hand when I said the second part of my sentence, which made me smile softly. He’s adorable.

“Don’t go, you just got here.” My heart swelled at that comment. Chan and I hadn’t been able to see each other much for the past few weeks, due to him being busy with recording, producing, and practicing in general for the next comeback. Of course I didn’t blame him for it at all, and we still called and texted each other regularly in those weeks, but that is different from being with someone in real life.

“We can hang out after practice is done if you’ve got time.” I nodded, but then realized he couldn’t see me since his head was resting on my shoulder. Smart, Y/N.

“Sure, I’m free for the entire day.” He softly planted a kiss on my cheek, causing me to smile.

“Perfect.” He murmured and kissed my cheek again.

Our little moment was interrupted by various voices shouting “Ew”, making Chan and I turn around, to see the other members looking at us.

“Get a room or something, you two.” Lee Know said before making a gagging noise. Chan rolled his eyes, and the only thing I could do was look down as I could feel my face heating up. I knew everyone was just messing around and they didn’t mind, but it still felt a little embarrassing.

“My eyes! My poor eyes!” Han exclaimed dramatically as he covered his eyes with his hand. His little act didn’t keep up for long though, because he couldn’t help but giggle at his own antics as he put his hands down. I just shook my head.

“Oh wait, what’s that?” Chan asked. “You guys want your break to be cut short?” He smirked as he raised an eyebrow. The others immediately stopped.

“Oh wow look at that, I think I forgot my phone in the cafeteria! Let’s go I.N!” Han said as he pulled the youngest with him out of the practice room. I snorted at the sight, and Chan turned towards me. He shrugged while smiling at me innocently.

“Works every single time, even though I never mean it.” He giggles. I was about to respond when we heard another voice.

“Wait, what?” Lee Know asked, making me stifle a laugh. When Chan wasn’t able to respond, he smirked as he slowly walked towards the door, presumably to look for Han.

“Don’t.” Chan said while trying to keep a straight face, but failing. Before we knew it, Lee Know ran out of the door with Chan following behind him, causing me to shake my head. Children, they’re children I’m telling you.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Could you maybe do 14.‘’That’s a lot of blood…’’  and 15. ‘’No, don't do this to me. Stay with me..’’ with Mindy. I love her sm and she’s barely on here

Finally more Mindy content!! I don't understand why there is so little work for her

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The plan was to get all in the same subway car and trap Ghostface inside the shrine, but the plan went astray from the first step as you, Mindy and Ethan managed to get separated from the others. It wasn’t a big deal. There was only a few minutes between the two trains, so you would join them shortly.

‘’I don’t like that we’re here with him. Why didn’t he go with the others?’’ Mindy complained, eyeing Ethan across the subway car, still suspicious of him.

‘’Because we missed the first train,’’ you reminded your girlfriend as you typed Tara a text, informing her of the situation. Right after you hit ‘send’, your phone screen flashed with 1% battery. ‘’Mind, can you pass me your phone? Mine’s dead.’’

‘’Yeah.’’ She fished in her pockets, looking for the device, but couldn't find it. ‘’Shit. I think I left it at Sam’s apartment when we got attacked and had to cross on the ladder…’’

Your stomach felt queasy at the mention of the ladder. You could have died if Mindy had not grabbed your hand at the last minute and held onto you. She saved your life. You were so grateful for her.

‘’I’m gonna see if Ethan’s has battery. We need to keep the others updated on the situation.’’

‘’Careful,’’ Mindy warned, grabbing your hand. ‘’Stay on your guard around him, okay? Please.’’

You squeezed her hand and nodded, then snaked your way through the bodies of Halloween costumes that swarmed the subway. On another day, you would have enjoyed watching the costumes and pointing out who looked the coolest — that one Babadook and the girl dressed as Pearl took the cake for you —, but you caught a few ghostface masks among the crowd and it gave you the chills.

What if the masked killer was hiding beneath one of the costumes?

‘’Everything okay?’’ Ethan asked when you made it to him.

‘’Can I borrow your phone?’’

Before Ethan answered, the lights flickered inside the subway car.

You drew your eyebrows together, sharing a confused look with Ethan right before everything went dark. Was this a power outage? The lights came back, then flickered again, but the subway kept going. It was strange.

When the lights finally came back, the subway stopped and announced a station.

‘’What was tha—’’

Your question was cut off as Ethan’s eyes widened, looking behind you. ‘’Shit. Mindy.’’

The mention of your girlfriend’s name got your attention. You swiftly whirled around and your heart clenched when seeing Mindy on the ground with a blood-covered hand over her stomach.

Fuck.

You shouldn’t have left her side.

‘’Mindy!’’

You ran up to her, skipping apologies when you bumped shoulders with a stranger, and kneeled before her, not caring about the dirty subway floor. All you cared about was Mindy.

‘’Shit. That’s a lot of blood…’’

Mindy groaned in pain. ‘’He was there. I knew he would be. I thought the chances of it happening twice were small, but here I am again, fucking stabbed.’’

Since it was Halloween, no one spared you or Mindy a glance, assuming it was fake blood. You fucking wished it was.

‘’We’re gonna get down at the next stop and take a taxi to the hospital—’’

‘’No!’’ Mindy protested, cutting you off. ‘’We have to find the others. Hospitals are not safe. Tara got attacked there last year. We need to go to the shrine. Detective Bailey said it was the only safe place.’’

‘’I know, but you’re bleeding on the subway floor, Mind.’’

‘’Mindy’s right,’’ Ethan said from behind you and you glared at him for encouraging your girlfriend's stupid idea.

‘’What?! She needs to go the the hospital, where people will take care of her injuries and—’’

Mindy’s vision suddenly got blurry, the blood starting to soak through the left thigh of her pants. ‘’Wow, I really don’t feel well…’’ She leaned her head against the wall and her eyes started feeling heavy.

You shook her arm that wasn't covering her wound. ‘’No, don't do this to me. Stay with me. You have to stay awake, Mindy. Mindy? Mindy!’’

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[slytherheign]

WORTH THE PAIN | tasm!peter parker

PART 4/5 OF WORTH: THE SERIES.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 4.7k

SUMMARY: trusts are broken and tensions rise as everyone’s secrets start to reveal themselves.

WARNINGS: sexual assault, character death, manipulation, stalking, cursing, violence, and canon-typical injuries. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: 17+]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: please remember that this is fan fiction and so some characters here will not act exactly the same way as their original material. this is my own twist and take of those characters.

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO TO SERIES MASTERLIST or GO BACK TO THE STATION.

"Peter, please calm down,” Charlene pleaded with worry evident in her tone.

To say that the apartment was a mess would be an understatement. 

Peter spent the last 15 minutes frantically trying to find his missing phone while Charlene tried to calm him down. Carlos merely stared at the mess, completely frozen. It was the first time the couple had seen Peter like this. And him crawling around the place with his spider-like abilities made the situation more intense.  

“Oh, for the love of Go–PETER!” she bellowed. Peter stopped for a moment, glancing at her before going back to making a mess. Charlene had enough; she knew Peter was not in his right state of mind, and panicking would not help them make any progress on the case. She slightly nudged Carlos for help, but her partner was glued to his place, still shocked by the sudden change in Peter’s behavior. 

And to think that all it took was a name for Peter to behave like this.

“Peter, please,” she tried once again. “We can’t draw conclusions immediately. I know you’re really worried about her right now, but we have to be smart about all of this.”

Carlos seemed to be back on track. “She’s right. Come on, Parker. Let’s talk about what you know first, and then we’ll worry about your phone later, okay?”

Peter stopped all at once, drawing a long, shaky sigh. They were right. He had to calm down. He turned around, facing the couple, only to see them staring at what was once their living room. Confused, he followed their line of vision only to see the chaotic result of his trance earlier.

Every single cabinet door was open, with the stuff inside disorganized. The center table, its centerpiece, and the books Charlene kept under it were also not spared. And the couch… well… the pillows were out of their pillowcases, which were now on the floor along with the cushions. To keep things short, the room was not looking good.

“Shit–sorry,” he apologized, feeling embarrassed. How could he let himself act like that?

“We’ll fix it later,” Charlene reassured him. Peter looked at her like she had grown a second head. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she smiled, a hint of sadness in her voice that did not go unnoticed by her husband. Carlos knew damn well why Charlene was so kind and understanding to Peter, and it made him feel a little sad for his wife. “So, what do you know?” she asked Peter.

“Y/N works at a marketing company, and she once mentioned her HR manager was named ‘Mitch.’ If I’m correct, Mitch is Mitchell Gargan, who just happens to work at Greta Marketing Co.”

“That makes sense. But again, he’s innocent until proven guilty. We need proof that it’s really him. Besides, there’s also his twin… Mac Gargan. MG could be him,” Carlos added.

“Where’s Mitch now?” Charlene asked.

“I don’t know,” Peter’s shoulders slumped. He was beginning to think that maybe he wasn’t much help to them. He desperately wanted to help more, but even his knowledge was limited. And because the case was extremely personal to him, he wasn’t exactly the best person to lead the team. He was left with one last option now: to let Charlene and Carlos lead the entire thing.

“Then let’s start with who we know. Mac Gargan. You said he was hired by Jonah Jameson, right?” Carlos asked.

He nodded. “A private investigator hired to inspect me. But I have no idea where he is now.”

“That may be true,” Charlene started to think of another way, “but we know where Jameson is.”

“There we go. A starting point,” Carlos agreed. “Let’s start planning.”

DAYS LATER.

“I still have no idea how we got past the guards so fast,” Carlos mumbled. The three were walking down the hallways inside the Daily Bugle building.

“We’re in New York. People don’t really care about you as long as you look decent. Plus, the fake IDs helped a lot, too,” Charlene retorted. The married pair wore security guard outfits, their fake IDs stapled on the chest pockets. 

“Remember the plan,” Peter reminded them. He was wearing his usual outfit with glasses and his camera. He didn’t need to wear a disguise. He had worked here before as a photographer, and some people still recognized him enough to let him in. He brought a fake ID, too—an edited and updated one to make it seem that the company decided to hire him again.

The plan was simple. Carlos would look out from the first floor, round the halls, and check the people who got in and out from the entrance. They had memorized Mac’s face before leaving the apartment, and Carlos was in charge of checking if that particular face entered or left the building. Charlene would accompany Peter to the 7th floor, but she would stay outside Jameson’s office, looking out for whoever or whatever hindered their plan. Lastly, Peter would enter Jameson’s office, ask him where Mac Gargan was, and leave once it was answered. He hoped there would not be a need for interrogation or threats but only a simple answer to their simple question.

However, Peter and the word ‘simple’ never had a good relationship. Jameson did not care that Peter was in the room. In fact, he mindlessly believed Peter’s story and didn’t even get suspicious that the company decided to hire him back. But as soon as Peter asked the question, Jameson was quick to reach towards the telephone and call security, only for Peter to grab it first and cut the wires with the scissors he found atop his desk.

“Do you know where Mac Gargan is?” he repeated.

Silence.

Jameson suddenly stood up and decided to run out of his office, yelling for security to get Peter out of the building. Unfortunately for him, Charlene was waiting on the other side and caught him before he could even get past the door. She pushed the man back inside the room; this time, she stayed inside the room and decided to join Peter in handling him.

Once Jameson knew that he had no chance against the tough woman, he stopped resisting and faced Peter—only to see that it was now the Spider-Man in front of him. Unbeknownst to them, when Charlene was struggling to get Jameson back inside the room, Peter took the opportunity to put the Spider-Man suit on. If being Peter was not intimidating enough for him to answer, then he was sure that being Spider-Man would do just the job. He wasn’t scared that Jameson knew his identity now because the information he had on Jameson relating to Scorpion would threaten him enough not to speak about his real identity to the media.

“You’re Spider-Ma—” Jameson could not believe that the answer to the mystery he had been trying to solve for years was right in front of him. It made sense to him now. The reason Peter had so many interesting shots of Spider-Man was because they were one.

“Look, I’m not gonna repeat this again,” Peter started slowly, “where the fuck is Mac Gargan?”

Jameson was scrambling through his mind on ideas how to escape the man in front of him. It was evident that he was feeling uneasy. It seemed that the mere thought of Spider-Man knowing that he had something to do with Scorpion was intimidating him. 

“I have no idea who Mac Gargan is,” he tried to play dumb, but Peter had enough of his bullshit.

“C’mon, man,” he scoffed. “We all know that’s bullshit. Remember when you hired him to investigate me before?”

Silence.

“Alright. Let’s change the question, then. Where the fuck is Scorpion?” he was staring daggers at the man. If looks could kill, Jameson would already be buried 6 feet underground right at the moment.

“What do you want?” 

“For you to let us know where Scorpion is. It’s really that simple.”

“I don’t know,” he stepped backwards as soon as he saw Peter grabbing the scissors again.

“You don’t know?” Peter mocked him, walking towards him at a slow but threatening pace. “Really?”

Carlos, on the other hand, realized that he was not making progress just walking down the halls and looking at people’s faces. He decided to go against the plan and went straight to the room where they monitored the cameras in and out of the building. Thank God that he did though, because as soon as he entered the room, he saw a glimpse of his wife and Peter in his suit at Jameson’s room interrogating the man. He had to do something and act on this fast, but the problem was two guards were monitoring the cameras. Thankfully, one was sleeping, and the other was distracted by playing Candy Crush on his cell phone. It wasn’t hard for him to convince them to leave the room.

“Hey, man! Why don’t you all rest for a bit? I think I saw a couch there outside. I’ll go watch over these,” Carlos suggested happily.

“Are you sure? Wait—I haven’t seen you before,” one guard stopped in his tracks.

“Oh! I forgot to introduce myself,” he replied. “I’m new here, sorry–I just noticed you getting bored and your friend here sleeping and thought you might want some rest, you know? I’m Carl, by the way,” he smiled.

“Well, Carl,” the guard tapped his shoulder, “we’ll accept that offer. I’m Chip,” Chip nudged his friend to wake him up, “Dale, let’s go.”

Carlos smiled while the two left the room, muttering ‘thanks’ on their way out. As soon as they left, he wasted no time and manipulated the footage. This was all he could do for now, deleting and manipulating all footage of the three of them being suspicious. He prayed Peter and his wife would be done the moment Chip and Dale returned.

Jameson still managed to stand his ground despite being terrified of him, but Peter knew he would soon break. “So?” he taunted, playing with the scissors by spinning them around his finger.

They soon played a staring game that neither wanted to lose. That was until Peter threw the scissors just inches above his head, and Jameson finally broke. “Wa-wait! Fine! Mac is in my basement. He’s staying at my house. I-in the b-basement,” Jameson had his two hands up in surrender.

“I have a feeling that’s not the only thing you know,” Peter pushed. Jameson stared at him—almost begging. But Peter had no intentions of backing down. He flicked his hands, webbing the door handle and the windows shut. If it wasn’t clear to Jonah before that there won’t be any chance of escaping the circumstance, it was clear as air to him now. “Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you everything when w-we get t-there,” he bargained. 

“Lead the way,” said Charlene as she cleaned up the webs Peter had so graciously put on almost everything. Meanwhile, Peter took the opportunity to put away the suit and dress as an employee yet again. On the other hand, Carlos was still monitoring the cameras, observing their every move. As soon as he saw the three exit the building, he made sure to corrupt the footage before leaving and following the other three.

Jameson was a fucking maniac. He had to be—because no sane person would keep a lab underneath their house. Oh, and to make things even worse, a large glass cylinder cell stood in the middle—and alas, Scorpion was inside it. 

Peter observed the passed-out entity before immediately turning to Jameson. “Explain. Now,” he demanded.

“MacDonald Gargan,” Jameson pointed at Scorpion. “When he failed to find out how you obtained those Spider-Man pictures years ago, I decided to hire him as a subject of an experiment. I wasn’t alone. With the help of Dr. Farley Stillwell, the goal was to give him the beneficial traits of a certain animal—a scorpion. We were aiming to create someone powerful enough to be capable of defeating Spider-Man. Defeating you.

“But the mutagenic treatment was too much for him; it began to affect his mind. The entire process was barely tested. We should’ve known it would happen.”

“How long ago was this experiment?” asked Charlene.

“3 years ago. Right after he failed to do the initial job we hired him for.”

“If this was years ago, why is he only attacking now?”

“Stillwell and I spent the majority of time developing the mutagenic treatment. We had no means to test it, so we just went with our guts to continue developing and developing until we thought it was perfectly done. And then, not until weeks ago, I remembered this guy right here,” he glanced at Mac. “I remembered this man and how eager he was to prove himself to anyone. So I decided to call him up and hire him for a new job. And because he had failed me before, he was so eager to prove himself to me and accepted instantly.

“For a while, everything was going well. We believed it worked. And it did work—only it made him insane. Stillwell and I tried to contain him, but we failed. The next thing we knew, he was on the news attacking a neighborhood. So Stillwell and I created this cell—one that’s strong enough to contain him—and with the help of some trusted friends, we were able to lure him inside. But we lost people in the process.”

“You mentioned ‘trusted friends’, who are they?” Carlos asked. Jameson was skeptical to answer. These ‘trusted friends’ were highly important and powerful people who could kill him at any moment if he decided to reveal their identity. But at the same time, he knew that these three people were no different. They may not come in many numbers, but he knew that Spider-Man and his two friends could also kill him. He had no other choice.

He sighed exasperatedly. “They’re really powerful people. Some people are from the government, the military, the media, the news, and the police. It’s a secret group that wants to kill Spider-Man. They cover up the mess that Stillwell and I make.”

Carlos and Charlene eyed each other. If what Jameson said was true, some of their colleagues at the station were a part of this secret group too.

“You haven’t talked about his suit. Can we remove it? Maybe make him weaker by removing it?” Peter asked this time.

“No,” Jameson shook his head. “He’s stuck in the suit. You can’t remove it, he can’t remove it, we can’t remove it. Mac and his suit are permanently bonded.”

“How long has he been contained here?”

“He’s been in here since his first attack.”

Now, everyone was confused.

“If he's been here since the first attack, and the first attack was back in the neighborhood, then who did I fight on that street?” asked Peter.

“Why can’t the city cameras see him? He always disappears,” asked Carlos.

“What happened to Dr. Stillwell? Where is he now?” asked Charlene.

“Dead,” a hoarse voice spoke from the cell. In an instant, Carlos and Charlene’s guns were raised and pointed at him. “Stillwell is dead. I killed him when they contained me here,” Mac smirked.

Peter, being the one who fought Scorpion on that street, was the only one in the room who realized that his voice was different from the Scorpion he had fought before.

Mitch was starting to make you uncomfortable. 

When you started your day and decided it was time to visit the Greta Marketing Co. building in the country, he started to ramble and admitted that work would not begin until next week.

You were not aware of that.

He then went on to say that the reason he had you leave New York a week early was to get you used to the country and the new environment. He even showed you a list of activities to do for a week with him before starting work next week.

That alone was already suspicious. But you still gave him a chance. Maybe he meant well, you thought.

Only he didn’t. Little did you know, everything would turn even worse. And spending a couple of days more with him would prove it.

Mitch has changed. He was not the same person you knew. Or maybe you never knew him all along.

It started with weird glances. 

The plan was to take a week-long tour to see the famous tourist spots in the country. You must admit, it was pretty exciting. There was so much fun in discovering cultures and getting enlightened by their traditions. Mitch glanced at you every once in a while, but you let it go. You thought that he was just checking up on you.

Which turned to staring.

He was definitely not just checking up on you. You realized that when you noticed it took him at least 4 minutes to get his eyes away from you. You knew because you felt it every time. He was also eyeing you up and down and checking you out.

Which then turned to forcing you into holding hands with him.

He would try to hold your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours. Of course, every time, you would reject it, but that never stopped him as he still kept on trying it every moment you two were in a room—which was every fucking moment because he simply would not leave you alone.

And now, stalking.

You were able to convince him to take the third day off by yourself. At first, he was hesitant to let you wander off alone, but you eventually got him to let you go. You went to the Greta Marketing building once and for all, to ask some questions about your new position and inquire about the adjustments you need to make to get settled. However, along the way, you started to sense that someone was following you. When you turned around, you were able to get a glimpse of someone with a white shirt and khaki pants behind a utility pole texting or pretending to text someone on their phone. You decided to let it go for a while; you didn’t want to immediately point fingers. What if that man was just a normal guy going to work and stopping to rest on a pole to text his family or friend? Besides, he was gone after you crossed a road.

You were fucking pissed when you left the building—you couldn’t believe what you just discovered. Suddenly, you found Mitch running towards you as soon as you stepped out of the exit. He was breathing heavily but you couldn’t care less. “What happened to you?” you asked.

“I just ran,” he answered. 

“Why?” 

“I-uh–well-uh, it’s not important,” he shook his head. “Did you go in there? Who did you speak to? What did they tell you?”

You debated on whether to tell him the truth or lie. You decided to lie, just as he did to you. 

He lied. He fucking lied. That’s why you were pissed the moment you left the building. There was a branch of Greta Marketing in Japan—that part was true—but they did not need you. You were made aware of that the moment you went there and asked for your position.

“I just spoke with the receptionist. The person I was hoping to talk to wasn’t there, so I didn’t get to know anything,” you lied. Mitch let out a breath of relief he tried to hide with a yawn. He thought you didn’t notice, but you certainly did.

And that wasn’t the only thing you noticed. You observed his outfit. He was wearing a white shirt with khaki pants.

“Let’s go back to our apartment?” he offered his hand.

You were disgusted, but you hid it with a smile. You had a plan. “Sure.”

You immediately went straight to the bathroom after entering your apartment. He joked about how you were so desperate for a pee, and you faked a laugh, saying it was because you were holding it in for quite some time. 

You didn’t pee. What you actually did was open your phone and try to book the soonest flight back to New York. You were hoping there was a flight today so you could leave as early as possible, but luck was unfortunately not on your side as you discovered that the last flight from New York to Japan and vice versa was actually yesterday. So you instead booked the next one. It was tomorrow. You flushed the toilet before leaving the bathroom.

And the waiting game began—only one more day.

“Do you know someone named Mitchell Gargan?” asked Peter.

Mac Gargan chuckled hoarsely. “My twin brother.”

“What do you know about him?”

“Everything.”

“Go ahead then,” Peter dared.

“Mitch and I used to be inseparable. We played the same games as children, watched the same cartoons, went to the same school and stuff, even fell in love with the same girl once—you know, the usual twin things. We were partners in crime. We protected each other, we cared for each other, and we lifted each other up. But everything changed when our mother died, and we were left to live with our father. We were still in school at that time, Mitch wanted to be a scientist and I wanted to be a detective or an investigator.

“We were always at the top of the class but he has always been the smarter one. That’s why he always excelled in his subjects. He was forced to stop it, though, because our father wasn’t very into the idea of science. He didn’t believe in any of the science shit and did not want to support Mitch in his dream of becoming a scientist, so he didn’t have any choice but to pursue a business-related course. He started changing after that. He rarely talked to me and started being reclusive. He always preferred to be alone and would only get out of his bedroom when it was time to eat. Our father didn’t care. He never fucking cared about our well-being. 

“When our father died, Mitch started talking to me again, but he was not the same. I started my investigation and discovered that he had a made-up lab in a secluded area where he was mixing chemicals and experimenting on animals. It turned out that he still continued living his scientist dreams despite not getting education for it. I let it slide. I thought that he was just doing that to compensate for the dream he would never accomplish. 

“Everything got worse when we graduated. He was jealous and angry because I graduated my dream course and he didn’t. To be fair, it was understandable that he felt that way. His way of coping was downing countless bottles of alcohol. One time when he had been drinking too much, he let it slip that he fantasized about stalking women, trapping them, and doing things to them—the worst part was he imagined that they would eventually end up dead. From the way he spoke about assault and murder in such a calm way, I didn’t recognize my twin brother anymore.

“I planned on informing the authorities about his fantasy, but I had no proof that he said it, and he then threatened me when he found out that I knew. He had a knife in my throat, threatening me that if I ever told someone he would do much more than that. That was the moment when I outsmarted him. You see, I learned my lesson that night when he was drunk, so I always wore a hidden camera just to catch him the next time we would talk. And guess what? I recorded the entire conversation of him threatening me. He was sentenced to prison, and we never talked again.”

“Is he still in jail?” Peter asked. He thought that if this Mitch was still in prison, maybe the Mitch that was with you in Japan wasn’t the same as Mitchell Gargan. It was a possibility that even Peter himself found it hard to believe in.

“No,” Mac coldly admitted.

“And how are you sure?” Carlos interrogated.

“Because the son of a bitch once paid me a visit. I thought he was going to break me out of here but no. He wanted something else.”

Peter held his hand up, causing everyone in the room to look at him. By this moment, Peter immediately knew the next words Mac would say, so he needed to act fast. He pulled Charlene and Carlos into a corner, instructing them to leave the city and get to you as soon as possible. Once the couple had left, Peter turned back to the creature behind the glass.

“What did he want?” he asked, although he already knew the answer.

“The formula.”

Mac then glanced at Jameson with a knowing look. 

“He got it. And with his science background shit, I assume he was able to modify it to make him turn from human to Scorpion and from Scorpion to being human again.”

You should’ve known to run the moment he planned this entire trip and kept it a secret from you.

The moment you stepped out of the bathroom, you knew you weren’t safe anymore. Your choices were limited, and time was running out fast.

Only a day had passed, but it was excruciatingly long because Mitch started to get touchy. He was adamant about invading your privacy to the point that it was hard to pack your bags without him noticing. And every time you asked for space, he would turn the tables figuratively and make it seem that you were being impolite and ungrateful for his efforts.

So now here you were, at your shared apartment, having that same argument over again. Only this time he actually apologized. Like sincerely apologized.

Or so you thought. 

He stepped towards you, asking for a hug, which you did not want to give him at first, but he proposed a deal that if you gave him one last hug, he would be gone in your life forever. And for some reason, you agreed to do it.

Your mind has once again failed to stop your ever-kind heart as you proved to be a fool of his calculated offenses.

He was hugging you too tight, you couldn’t even breathe anymore. While his left arm was suffocating you in a hug, his other hand started to roam your body before it settled on your clothed ass and squeezed it. You froze entirely while his hand continued to feel your body until it stopped at your crotch, and he started rubbing it with his fingers.

You managed to push him away, and with all your might, you grabbed your bag under your bed and headed towards the door. You successfully passed the bedroom door, hoping to get to the main entrance as fast as possible, but you were stopped when a hand threw your whole body away from the door. You had never seen Mitch this angry and powerful before. 

Mitch was not the type of person who worked out. He was lean, tall, and he wore glasses. His hair was always a ruffled mess, and he talked in such a slow and soft cadence.

You should’ve been wiser not to let yourself be deceived by appearances.

You stood up with shaking knees and a trembling body, hoping to get through the door, but you were interrupted once more when he caught your throat with his hand. You soon found yourself getting lifted up by the throat every passing second. Your eyes were closed as you tried kicking him and scratching his arm, but he was unbelievably strong. You opened your eyes to look at what was once your friend, but you were met with the sight of him turning into the monster you saw on television.

You gathered every last bit of strength you had as you screamed as loud as you could, forcing him to release his hold of you and cover his ears. 

And you did the only thing you’ve known to do for years—whether from your problems, from threats, or from love…

You ran.

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THANKS FOR PATIENTLY WAITING FOR THIS PART! SEE YOU SOON FOR THE FINALE :)

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Sera Cutscene: High Approval

Inquisition Cookies

Sera Masterpost The PC approaches Sera in her room.

Sera: Hey, you! You have time? It’s not a question, let’s go. I’ve got something I want to do for you. Just come, you won’t need your gear and stuff.

Dialogue options:

Flirt: I’m ready for anything. [1] +Sera slightly approves (female Dalish/human PC) +Sera approves (female Qunari/dwarf PC)

General: What are you getting me into? [2]

General: I don’t have time for games. [3]

1 - Flirt: I’m ready for anything. PC: With you, I’ll do anything. Sera: I bet, yeah. Come on, let’s do it. [4]

2 - General: What are you getting me into? PC:Sera? Explain? Sera: Ugh, just come on, will you? I haven’t wanted to do this with anyone for a long time. [4]

3 - General: I don’t have time for games. PC: Whatever it is, it better not waste my time. Too much does that now. Sera: You can spare a few minutes, oh mighty Inquisitor. And you’ve never done this. [4]

4 - Scene continues.

Sera takes the PC out onto the roof.

PC: We’re eating. On a roof.

Sera: They’re horrible, right? And raisins, ugh! I frigging still hate cookies!

Dialogue options:

General: They’re fine, but this is odd. PC: No, no, it’s just that this is all a little confusing. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

General: This is not what I expected. PC: You know, this is about as far from what I expected as we could get. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

General: Why are we eating cookies? PC: Why am I sitting on a roof eating awful baked goods?

Sera: I got caught stealing when I was little, yeah? You get alienage or worse for that, but the “Lady Emmald” took me in. She was sick and couldn’t have children. I had no parents. It worked out. Anyway, she gets a year sicker, so I ask about her cookies. Because mums make cookies. I can pass that down, or something. Turns out, she couldn’t cook. She missed that talk with her mum. The ones she “made” she bought and pretended. Aw, right? Well, no, she was a bitch. She hid buying them by keeping me away from the baker. She did that by lying that he didn’t like me, didn’t like elves. She let me hate so she could protect her pride. I hated him so much, and I hated…

Sera pauses and looks away.

Sera: Well, she died, and I hate pride. “Pride cookies.”

Sera (if female PC flirted before): But! This is great. You’re great. So I thought maybe, me and you could make some… I don’t know, “us cookies”? Sera: But! This Inquisition thing is working out. So I figured I could make some… “Inquisition cookies”?

Sera: Because then I could like them again? Ugh, it’s stupid.

5 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Emmald was nice. Why hate her? [6]

Confused: Baking sounds nice, but here? [7]

Pleased: I like you, but not cookies. [8]

Pleased: I think that’s a great idea. [9]

Angry: That is stupid, and immature! [10]

6 - Investigate: Emmald was nice. Why hate her? PC: I don’t understand. This Lady Emmald was just trying to be good to you. Sera: She hurt people. PC: It was just cookies. Sera: It was not just cookies! Lie to herself? Fair play, only hurts her. But she made me think there was something wrong with me! And the baker! I made his life shit. Why not? It seemed like he deserved it. I mean, “if you don’t give a child a cookie because of appearances, you’re a monster.” Stupid, pride-whore noble. I know, I said it was stupid. That’s why I want to get rid of it. I want to make better cookies.

7 - Confused: Baking sounds nice, but here? PC: This is grand, but why here instead of, I don’t know, somewhere with an oven?

Sera (romanced): Because I wanted us to be alone, so I could see how you reacted. In case, I don’t know, you laughed. [15]

Sera (not romanced): Because it feels weird to do this and I didn’t want anyone around, you know, laughing. Plus if they were bad, we could throw them at people? These are really bad. Frigging raisins.

Dialogue options:

General: I am laughing, but it’s good. [11] +Sera slightly approves

General: Throwing them sounds like fun! [12] +Sera approves

General: You don’t need this. Nor do I. [13]

11 - General: I am laughing, but it’s good. PC: It’s ridiculous but great. I’m glad you’re happy. Can we get off the roof now? Sera: Oh, yes, please. Smells like bird and dank. This part, not a good idea. Thanks, yeah? Feels good, this. Scene ends. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 12 - General: Throwing them sounds like fun! PC: Now you’re talking. Best two out of three on the well? Sera: (Laughs.) Knew I liked you. Bonus for bouncing off helmets. There’s a shout as the screen fades to black. Sera: Cassandra! You did it. Scene ends. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 13 - General: You don’t need this. Nor do I. PC: You’re happy you belong, I get it. You don’t need to drag me places for dubious baked goods. Sera: Well, fine. Thought it’d be fun. Stupid cookies. Thanks anyway. Seems like the rest of this could work out. Maybe. Scene ends.

8 - Pleased: I like you, but not cookies. PC: While I’m glad you want this, I’m afraid I don’t really like cookies. Sera: Really? They should be good, all sugar and… stuff. Doesn’t need to be cookies. [14]

9 - Pleased: I think that’s a great idea. PC: You know what? That would be great. Sera: See, I knew… wait, really? Because it seemed frigging daft every step to me. [14]

14 - Choice dependent dialogue:

Romanced [15]

Not romanced [16]

15 - Romanced Sera: Pissballs! I could have made a whole dirty thing about your biscuit! Or muffins! Muffins on the… on the roof. Because tits?

Dialogue options:

General: You’re wonderful and silly. [17]

General: Crude, but I still like you. [18] +Sera slightly approves

General: Not funny. [19]

17 - General: You’re wonderful and silly. PC: (Laughs.) Sera, this is silly, wonderful fun. Just like you. Sera: That’s good, right? Because the roof was a really bad idea. Can’t do it on the roof. [26] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 18 - General: Crude, but I still like you. PC: I wouldn’t have put it as crudely, but this was still a nice thing to do. Can we get off the roof now? Sera: Oh, yes, please. Smells like bird and dank. This part, not a good idea. Thanks, yeah? Feels good, this. Scene ends. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 19 - General: Not funny. PC: No, that’s too much. I’m not laughing. Sera: Well, fine. Thought it’d be fun. Stupid cookies. Thanks anyway. Seems like the rest of this could work out. Maybe. Scene ends.

16 - Not romanced Sera: Suppose it’s not really about them. I hate learning lessons. Makes my stomach hurt. Anyway, I’ll throw this rubbish away. Next time will be better, yeah?

Dialogue options:

General: I look forward to it. [20] +Sera approves

General: Once was enough. [21]

20 - General: I look forward to it. PC: Sera? Anytime. Can we get off the roof now? Sera: Oh, yes, please. Smells like bird and dank. This part, not a good idea. Thanks, yeah? Feels good, this. Scene ends. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 21 - General: Once was enough. PC: I think this was enough to get the gist. Sera: Well, fine. Thought it’d be fun. Stupid cookies. Thanks anyway. Seems like the rest of this could work out. Maybe. Scene ends.

10 - Angry: That is stupid, and immature! PC: It is stupid. You dragged me here to bad-mouth a sad, dead woman. Sera: It’s not about that. Feelings are hard, all right? PC: Not for an adult!

Choice dependent dialogue:

Romanced [22]

Not romanced [23]

22 - Romanced Sera: I just thought you’d want to know that I think you’re pretty great! That I made you shitty cookies!

Dialogue options:

Flirt: Then this is dumb but great! [24]

End Romance: Next time, spare me! [25] -Sera disapproves

24 - Flirt: Then this is dumb but great! PC: Well, I think this is dumb, but you’re great, too! Sera: Well, that’s just grand, then! PC: Then why are we still yelling? Sera: Because we can’t do it on a roof!

26 - Dialogue options:

General: Yes, we can, and should. [27] +Sera slightly approves

General: So let’s do it somewhere else. [28] +Sera slightly approves

General: No sex, but thanks for this. [29] +Sera slightly approves

27 - General: Yes, we can, and should. PC: My roof, my rules. Sera: Oh, I am going to break both. (Laughs.) Scene ends. 28 - General: So let’s do it somewhere else. PC: Then let’s get off this roof and have fun somewhere else. Sera: (Laughs.) “Get off.” You better start running. Scene ends. 29 - General: No sex, but thanks for this. PC: Let’s save that for another time. This was weird but nice? Can we get off the roof now? Sera: Oh, yes, please. Smells like bird and dank. This part, not a good idea. Thanks, yeah? Feels good, this. Scene ends.

25 - End Romance: Next time, spare me! PC: I have enough on my mind. I don’t need a brat wasting my time! Sera: Don’t worry, I won’t! PC: Good! Sera: Fine! PC: Watch your step! Sera: I will! Goodnight! Scene ends.

23 - Not romanced Sera: Bullshit! And I’m trying to say I like it here! I thought you’d want to know that, and eat my shitty cookies!

Dialogue options:

General: I’m annoyed but also grateful! [30] +Sera slightly approves

General: Hold on, let’s calm down! [31] +Sera slightly approves

General: I need allies, not brats! [32] -Sera disapproves

30 - General: I’m annoyed but also grateful! PC: I’m glad you’re here and I’m glad to have them! It’s still stupid! Sera: I know! PC: Good! Sera: (Laughs.) Pfft, knew this was a dumb idea. Come on, I need a drink. Should have just said thanks, yeah? So stupid. Scene ends.

31 - General: Hold on, let’s calm down! PC: Wait, why are we yelling? Sera: Because we’re friends now! PC: Well, then… Can we get off the roof now? Sera: Oh, yes, please. Smells like bird and dank. This part, not a good idea. Thanks, yeah? Feels good, this. Scene ends.

32 - General: I need allies, not brats! PC: Stay, find your place, but don’t waste my time! Sera: Don’t worry, I won’t! PC: Good! Sera: Fine! PC: Watch your step! Sera: I will! Goodnight! Scene ends.

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

When you pick him up from the airport- CHANGBIN

Changbin x female reader 

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Word count: 2.6k 

Summary: you ex asks you to pick him up from the airport what happens after surprises you both. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, oral female receiving, cock teasing, tittie fucking , cumming, mind blowing orgasms and the use of inappropriate language (swearing). 

HAPPY NEW YEAR 🥳

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*Ting ting*

Binnie 

“Hey…..are you still okay to pick me up from the airport” 

Changbin, now your ex-boyfriend, had been gone for two months for work. Well, that’s what he said anyway, the truth was you and Changbin had broken up three months ago after you argued about taking the next stage in your relationship. 

Y/n 

“I should be okay…what time is your flight in.” 

Changbin wanted to take things up a level. He wanted to have a baby and get married. However, you thought you were too young to settle down, and you dreamt of travelling the world. Leading you to brake up with him. 

……..

Three months earlier.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore, changbin…. I don’t know how often we have to go through this,” you said, pacing the bedroom.

“Until you tell me why you don’t want to have a baby with me” he was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. 

“Because changbin,” you said, so frustrated. 

“But why?….. do you not love me,” he started tearing up. 

“Of course I love you,” you said, trying to grab his hand. 

“Then why do you not want me to be happy” he was looking up at you, it broke your heart to do this to him, but you were a man. How could he do this to you? You thought you were happy. 

“Because I don’t want to ruin my fucking life”, you scream. 

“So having a baby with me would ruin your life….I know where I stand,” he said, packing his stuff into a bag. 

“Changbin, please,” you said, trying to calm him down. 

“Well, I’m sorry the last four years with me have wasted your time….I thought I was building a life with you…god was I fucking wrong,” he said, shoving all his clothes into the bag. 

“I’m sorry, changbin,” you said, starting to cry as you sat on the bed. 

“I just need some time,” he says, zipping his bag up. 

“Where are you going?” You said, following him to the door.

“Please don’t make this any harder on me,” he says, turning around and placing his hand on your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry, Binnie….I want to be able to do this for you. I do” he wraps his big muscular arms around you as he kisses the top of your head. 

“I know….I know you do….” He just wanted to hold you one last time. 

……

Three weeks later.

*Ting ting*

Binnie

“Hey, I’m 15 minutes away. Your home?” 

Y/N 

“Yeah, I am… I packed your stuff up, so it’s easier for you to pick up.” 

Binnie 

“Thanks. Mind if I talk to you when I get there.” 

Y/N 

“That should be fine. See you soon.” 

….

Changbin knocks on the door, you open the door to his hair all fluffy, and he is in a Gary t-shirt with jeans. 

“Here, come in” he opens the door and steps into the house.

He walks over to his spare clothes in plastic bags and stops. “I hate this…how did we go from happy to this?” He says, bending down to pick up the bag. 

“I’m sorry, Binnie….I do want to be friends” bin stands up and walks towards you 

“Me too…I missed talking to you,” he says, pulling you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing him. 

“I have to leave for a couple of months for work….when I get back, we will talk this out, okay?” You agree as all you wanted was for changbin to be in your life. If that meant just friends, then you could work with that. 

……

Leading you too now, you are driving to the airport to pick him up. You have no idea how you got here and why you agreed to this. Maybe it was because for the two months he was away, he called you every day, or perhaps because it was him being halfway across the world that made your heart long for his return. 

You park in the airport parking as you are about 15 minutes too early. You walk inside the airport and grab a Carmel latte from the Starbucks inside.

Taking a seat near the entrance for the returning passengers. As you scroll through your phone, you see a duffel bag drop at your feet. 

“So, do friends not get hugs,” changbin said with his arms out wide. 

You still smelt his cologne as you held onto him tight. 

“You smell really good”, you mumble in his chest. 

He chuckles as he lets go, and you step back as he picks his duffle bag up. 

He placed his hand on your lower back as you both walked towards the car. “Did you miss me?” He grinned. 

You just laugh and continue to walk to your car as you open the boot for changbin to put his suitcase back in his arms and wrap around your waist from behind. 

“I missed you these last two months”, he kisses behind your ear.

“I bet you did”, you giggle as you remember some of the steamy conversations you would have with him over the phone. 

He lets you go as he puts his bag in the boot. “I’ll drive,” he says, putting his hand out for you to put the keys in his hand. 

“Okay,” you grin because you hated driving anyway, so this was perfect. 

“Okay,” he said, getting in and adjusting the seat, putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot. 

“I am happy you came back, though,” you said, smiling at him while he drove. He took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on your thigh. 

“As long as you here….this is where I want to be,” he said as his hand found yours and locked his fingers with you as he brought them to his lips, placing a soft kiss on them. 

“Binnie, this isn’t very friend-like,” you say, trying to remain stern. Changbin let go of your hand as he drove to your house. It wasn’t until you were around the corner from your home you even realised he was driving to yours.

“What are you up to, changbin” you smile cheekily.

“I thought we could catch up…you know, hang out as friends.” 

You didn’t want to just hang out with him as friends. You wanted him BAD. He pulls into the driveway, and you walk him to the front door. 

“Okay, you can come in okay….but no funny business….we are just” and with his lips connected to yours, he breaths in as he steps his body closer to yours, you, of course, welcoming this action. 

“I’m not here to be your friend, Y/N,” he said, breathing heavily as he caressed your face. 

“I haven’t changed my mind about a baby changbin,” you said, pushing him back as he leant in. 

“I know…but all I want is you…we can work the rest out,” he said, looking down at your hand on his chest. “I love you….I can’t help that…I need to know do you want this?” 

“Want what changbin?” Now he’s confused you. 

“Me?” He says, pulling you in. 

“Of course, I want you….I’ll always want you,” you said as he tilted his head and kissed you again. This kiss was different, more needy and soft as a posed to how his kisses us to be passionate and loving.

“I should open the door,” you say, heavy breathing. 

“Mmmmmhhhmm, good idea,” he says in between kisses. 

You unlock the door, and changbin opens it pushing you in and up against the entrance wall. He kicks the door closed and proceeds to finish what he started, his hands travelling to your lower back as he pulls you in, filling the gaps. 

“Shall we take this to my room” you grin as changbin can’t stop staring at your lips, his thumb brushing over them lightly

“Your lips are so beautiful” you took that as a yes, grabbing his hand and leading him to your bedroom. 

Your bed is all neat and tidy. He lays you down as he hovers over the top of you, but something is not right “uh, Y/N is that Tom Holland staring at me” he says, pointing behind you. 

How embarrassing your friends got it for you as a joke, and you weren’t expecting changbin to come back, so when you made your bed, the pillow was the centrepiece. 

“Omg, how embarrassing,” you said, covering your face. 

“Like, I don’t want to be rude, but I can’t continue with him looking at me like that. “

You immediately throw the pillow onto the ground beside you. Changbin laughed as he rolled to the side “hold on, hold on…..who even bought that for you?” He said, reaching down to grab it, forgetting what he was doing. 

“Cara”, you laughed “. She bought it for me in case I got lonely”, Changbin laughed as he looked at it. You crawl over to him and sit on your knees, bringing him back to reality.

“Now, where was I,” he says, throwing the pillow to the side and laying you back down. 

As changbin lifts your T-shirt, he leaves a trail of kisses up your body from your stomach to just below your breasts. You raise your body just enough for changbin to undress you, his hand sliding down your back to unhook your bra. “I was starting to forget what it feels like to have you under me”, he whispered in your ear before he removed your bra. 

Next, to be removed, were your pants which were soon met by your underwear on the floor. You are now entirely naked underneath. Changbin’s hands are roaming your body, sliding his hands up your legs to sit on your hips. 

Changbin sits up and pulls his t-shirt up. Your eyes light up at the sight of his body so chiselled and perfect. You undo his jean button as he pulls the shirt over his head. You slide your hands up to his toned chest. 

Pulling him down by the back of his neck, your lips moving in sink as he pulls away, you bite his bottom lip lightly. “You are so” you reconnect your lips to him, tugging at his pants and pulling them down his thighs as you part your lips just enough for his tongue to enter your mouth. He pulls away to remove his pants rolling them down his thick thighs. 

You decide to straddle Changbin sitting on the shaft of his penis “oh god”, Changbin whines. 

You begin to grind on his shaft, Changbins eyes shimmering as he glances at you. Your hands are on his chest as you slide up and down his shaft. The head of his penis slightly teases your entrance. His hand slid up to cup your breasts, the pleasure of Changbins touch instantly making your head flick back as you dug your nails into his chest. 

“You tease me just right, baby”, he moans as he squeezes and massages your breasts. You run your finger through his hair as you lean down to kiss him. You can not get enough of his touch. 

You grab onto his penis as you slowly slide down, allowing the top to enter. “Fuck…you’ve always been so good as this”, he moans again. 

This time you take all of him inside you, sitting for a moment to allow your walls to adjust to him. You bring to ride his cock again, this time bobbing up and down. The sound of skin slapping echoes through the room. 

“Oh god,” Changbin moans as he places his hand on your hips, helping you stay steady. 

“You like that?” You say, slapping down harder, making him dig his nails into your hips. You slow down and start to grind, helping you stimulate your clit. 

“Fuck”, he groans as he flips you over, now the one in control. His cock glides in, and he quickly pulls out. “I guess it’s my turn to tease you”, he grins as he pushes in and quickly out a few more times before he slides in and rolls his pelvis onto that sweet spot you like so much. 

He rolls his hips grinding into your clit and making you arch your body. “Binnie”, you moan. You can feel him chuckle as he presses his pelvis firmly into your clit, making the friction too much to bear. 

“I’m so close”, you moan, changbin now and easing up the pressure. 

He slowly lifts his pelvis and thrusts into you “not just yet, baby”, he says as he pounds into you, your body moving from the thrusts. 

Changbin places his forearms on either side of your head as his pelvis once a gain his and grinds on your sweet spot. Instantly making your vision go blurry, “oh fuck” you barely get out as you feel a rush of hot pressure tingling through your body. The most intense orgasm you’ve had to date. You hold your breath as you can’t control your body, jolting once the orgasm is over. Your body relaxes as you gasp for more air “oh god”, you say, panting as Changbin kisses your jawline. 

“Shit baby…I didn’t know you could come like that,” he grunted in your ear. He pulls out of you “how about you come on my tits” Changbin immediately freezes.

“Y/n, don’t fuck around with my feeling like that” he has been asking for years if he could title fuck you; however, you had always turned him down. 

“I’m not playing with you….I want you to cum all over my tits” you pull him in for another kiss by the back of his neck.

Pushing your breasts together, changbin instead his giant cock between the two. “S-shit”, he moans, pumping between the two, his head peeking out the top. You begin to squeeze and rub your breasts as he pumps faster into your breast slit. He’s now pumping into you as his hand keeps him steady behind your head. 

He pumps twice before realising his sticky white cum is all over your tits. “S-shit, Y/N”, he moans as you are now lying there with a cheeky grin on your face. 

“What are you smiling at… “he giggles. “I’m not done with you yet.” He rolls himself over while he drags you on top. You’re now sitting on his stomach. 

He grabs your ass and checks, and starts pulling your body up. You shuffle up the bed and place your knees on either side of his head. He squeezes your ass before he pushes your thighs down, so you are now hovering over his face. 

“This is the best sex we’ve ever had,” he says right before he leans upwards, eating you out. You grab the headboard gripping it as he pushes you in further by your ass. You start to grind on his tongue as he licks upwards, making sure he hits all the right spots. 

“G-god”, you moan as Changbin starts sucking your clits, popping and swirling his tongue around them. 

Again you begin to see specs as you feel another intense orgasm coming on. With one hand stealing yourself and the other combing Changbin’s fluffy hair, you ride out your orgasm on Changbin’s magical tongue.

“Wow”, Changbin heavy breaths as you climb off his face. 

You laugh as changbin pulls you in by your hips back onto the bed. 

“I really need to sleep…but please can you cuddle with me,” he says with his big muscular arms wrapped around you and his face between your shoulder blades. 

“Sure,” you said, rubbing his arm as you shimmed your body back into his. 

He fell asleep instantly. After that, you felt his grip around your waist loosen, and he began snoring lightly into your back. You really did miss changbin, and who knows, this could be the start of a really great friendship. 

A/n: thank you all so much for waiting for my return, I had a nice brake and can’t wait for this upcoming year with you all….love you guys and if you like my work please like reblog and follow. 

Taglist for changbin is open: @daceydeath @9900z​ @i-say-choco-you-say-ice-cream​

[bladenotblaze]

Long day -Danny Wagner

A/n: FIRST FIC?!?! FIRST FIC. Please I hope you enjoy it there are probably a lot of grammar mistakes so sorry.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Danny X reader

Warning: caring Danny, talk of being stressed, loving Danny, crying. I think that’s it ✨✨✨

Coming home from a long day was something you weren’t a stranger too, you often worked 10-18 hour days. School for 5 hours, tutoring some kids a few days a week for about 2 hours, then going to help out at your school theater department.

It was the end of November and The Madrigals, had decided (very last minute) that they needed a crew, specifically, a stage manager and about 5 or 6 people to open and close doors for entrance and exits. Today that had decided to promote you from lead student sound and visual to stage manager, and head reset.

“Can I get a crew check please” you said into the headset, you have never been this stressed out in your life. You were never a stage manager that’s always Maddies job but she couldn’t work the show and since you had years of experience you were next in line.

“Door 3 lily is ready”

“Door 2 Lexi is good”

“Light has the green light”

“This is crews places call. Places Crew.”

Until that point you were angry. Audrey who was on lights and Alex who was SUPPOSED to be at door 3 with Lilly, had been together all day. Doing a simple 1 person task that should take 5 minutes, into a 2 person task that takes them 15 minutes. 10 extra minutes that can’t be spared when we start the show in 20 minutes. They both liked eachother and while you supported them, you didn’t support the idea that they should be together 24/7 ignoring their responsibilities to talk. You had Alex to go to door 3 because the show was going to start.

“Alex I’m not asking I’m telling you to get out and get to you place. Like I told everyone else 5 minutes ago.” You said directly into the headset mic, staring daggers into Alex from across the room. Alex quickly got out and didn’t come back up till the end of the show.

But that was only todays problem, yesterdays problem consisted of you kicking someone out.

“You don’t know what your doing he-“

“Sage let Lexi do it she was here for rehearsal.”

Sage had decided to do crew, you had no fucking idea who they were. But they decided to NOT come to rehearsal, and only show up to the first real show.

“Lexi is to slow.” Sage had crossed the line, Lexi had been slow because they had limited body movement, that didn’t stop her from working hard and often didn’t need for their cues to be called but because they had them memorized.

“Sage get out, you don’t get to talk about my crew like that.” Sage looked shocked that you had said that and left.

You had finally made it home, unlocking the door, then walking in, before you could shut the door behind you, Danny had come up and engulfed you into a bear hug.

“I missed you, y/n so much.” He sat you down on the little bench that you guys had put there when you first moved in. Danny had taken off your shoes and taken your coat putting them away.

“Thank you” your voice came out broken, you hadn’t realized how physical exhausted you were from this week.

“Honey what’s wrong?” Danny had crouched in between your legs putting his hands on each side of your hip. The look he gave you was one full of concern and love. You had broken down a lot in the 2 years you were together but this one seemed different to Danny.

“I don’t wanna do this Danny.” It all came out of you, the tears streaming down your face. Danny quickly embraced you in a tight hug rubbing your back and shushing you. You’ve had trouble with expressing your emotions a lot, often times just not speaking and just wanting to be held and cuddled.

Danny had picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom. He got on the bed resting his back against the headboard and you on his lap with your head nuzzled in his neck.

“It’s okay love I’m here, ‘m not leaving” Danny hadn’t realized how tightly your hand was on his shirt until he looked down to see your knuckles had turned white. He gently lifted your chin up to see your bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. He light kissed your forehead, melting into his touch

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but if you want and when or if you’re ready I will listen.” You let out another sob, Danny had always been the nicest human being ever, going out of his way to make others feel better. Much like when he remembered that you get overwhelmed in really loud and crowded areas, and when you had told him that you wanted to see him perform he made sure that you had headphones to reduce the sound, a private area in front of barricade, or on the side of the stage, had told Richard that if you wanted to leave that he would take you to his dressing room, where there was food and drinks. Danny was whole heartedly the person that you pictured yourself with till the day you die. Sometimes you cry just thinking about how beautiful, perfect, and talented he is, and that you get to call him you Boyfriend.

You had stopped crying and rested your head on Danny’s chest, still having a death grip on his shirt.

“I love you Danny.”

“I love you Y/n.”

Danny had put on a movie, neither one paying much attention. Falling asleep after only a few minutes.

Nothing will ever beat the feeling of falling asleep in Danny’s arms. Nothing.

[writingshushf1]

Lover - chapter 3

Summary: the next 4 minutes have decided your whole life.  

Rating: +16

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, intimacy (but not sex)

Word count: 3.5k

Note:  hey! sorry for not updating, I moved, uni started so I was basically studying, eating and sleeping, now that I adjusted into my routine- IT’S BACKKK! i hope yall enjoy it! don’t be a ghost reader! (also available on AO3.)

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(BEGINNING OF) JULY, 2024.

It’s been 6 weeks that you and Mick haven’t seen each other, it was the start of the break of the season, so he would be around a month with you. It meant you could actually talk to him about what happened between you two. That week, you scheduled a doctor’s appointment to know the sex of the baby, so then you would transform your office into a nursery.

The german would be back in a tuesday, so you made sure your appointment was going to be after that, to at least give the chance of him deciding whether he wanted or not to be in. It was a week after the ideal time to see the gender? Yes, but you didn’t actually care, probably on the last ultrasound, the doctor saw it’s sex, but you told him you didn’t want to know yet, because you were waiting for your friend to be back from his work trip and he was one of the most important people in your life. Seb also came to Monaco with Hanna, both of them wanted to be there for you, like your parental figure and you loved the idea, Mick even offered his spare room so they wouldn’t need to go to a hotel.

After a few hours on Tuesday, he messaged you after arriving at his apartment, although you wanted him to invite you, maybe it wasn’t the moment yet, to see him and act like nothing happened. You were working, thank God they still wanted you - at least until the baby was born, so all the paperwork you were avoiding last week now needed to be sent and approved by your boss. Everything was making you stressed, so you stopped for a while and layed on your bed, putting your hands on your bump and feeling little movements, still very subtle, if you weren’t alone, you wouldn’t be able to feel it; in two weeks others would be able to feel them kicking, because it would be stronger. Out of the blue, you heard your phone ringing, so you picked up to see Mick’s number.

“Hi…” You said softly.

“Hey… I… Can you come over? I’m feeling a bit lonely and Seb will arrive in the middle of the night, so I would love to have someone keeping me up.”

“Why will he arrive in the middle of the night and not during the morning?”

“Oh, the flight had problems, so they cancelled it and got an earlier flight, because the other available he wouldn’t be able to arrive on time for the appointment.”

“I’m going, give me 5 minutes.”

When you arrived, the door was already open and an anxious Mick was waiting for you, he looked at your belly, impressed by how big it was and then at your boobs, blatantly staring at them until you were too close for him to disguise. He hugged you gently, kissing your forehead.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

You looked at each other for a few seconds before getting in and sitting on the sofa together. He let you lay your head on his lap, while you stayed in silence for a couple of minutes and the sound of the tv filled the space.

“Your bump is so big.”

“I know, right? 22 weeks.”

“Already? God, we’ve known each other for that long?”

“15 weeks, which would be almost four months, yeah.”

“I don’t know, it looks like we’ve always known each other.”

“Yeah… I don’t know, Micki, maybe we just clicked.”

You turned on your side, watching the random tv show, you felt his hands run through your scalp, caressing it; the affection was making you sleepy, even starting to softly snore. You heard him laughing at you.

“Sorry, I’m always tired and every chance I get to nap, I’ll do it.”

“It’s okay… I know you get tired because of the baby, but it was a bit funny that you just fell asleep within minutes.”

You laughed and looked at him again, sitting up dangerously close to him. One of Mick’s arms was around your waist, while the other was on top of his leg, almost on yours; slowly your hands were up his chest, with your face almost touching each other. You shouldn’t be doing this, it wasn’t the time, on the other hand, he was there for you, always. When you were about to kiss, his alarm rang, so you backed off from one another and he saw the time.

“We should get going to the airport, Seb and Hanna will arrive soon.” He said, getting up.

Frustration ran through your body, but you ignored, also getting up and walking behind him towards the garage from the building. You were feeling cold because you forgot your coat at your house, because when Mick messaged you, the last thought was going to get something to make you warm, he normally did that. The blonde noticed you shivering - even if it was summer, Monaco at night could be chilly, seconds later he was giving his coat to you and you felt drunk with his perfume exhaling from the jacket.

The ride till the airport was nice, mostly quiet, a consequence from your actions earlier - and you were napping for a part of it. He woke you up by lightly tapping on your shoulder, which initially you turned your body to the other side, then he tapped again, starting to talk about how you two would be late to see Sebastian, that made you wake up instantly. You waited for an hour till they arrived, the couple looking very tired, but that didn’t stop them from hugging both of you.

“Your bump is so big, honey!” Hanna said, touching it. “You said it was 22 weeks, right? Wow.” She smiled. “I know you weren’t into it in the beginning, but you do look beautiful, the pregnancy glow is working very well for you.”

“Right? The only thing I have to do regularly is to put lotion on my bump because it’s growing too fast and it’s stretching the skin.”

“That’s normal, I’ve been there three times.”

“Let’s go, girls?” Seb intervened. “I’m very tired and you two must be too.”

The ride to Schumacher’s apartment was silent, you let Sebastian sit on the passenger seat, so you and Hanna were in the back. Most of the trip you were sleeping, so was the blonde woman. Mick felt bad to wake you up, because he knew you waited on your feet for the German couple, so he took you into his arms and left you in his bed, taking off your shoes and the jacket, covering your body with a blanket before he showed the others where they would be staying. After they were settled, he put his pyjama - which consisted in only wearing boxer shorts, and laid next to you, however, he didn’t touched your body, seeing that your bump was big and he was afraid of hurting it; although, a few minutes later you were somewhat hugging his body as a result of not having your pregnancy pillow with you; the blonde liked that and tried to stay in the same position to not bother you.

It was 9am and you were up, in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone. Schumacher smelled the pancakes and walked in, still with his sleepy face.

“Good morning…” He smiled, putting his hands on your waist, laying his head on your shoulder. “Do you need any help?”

“Uhm… Yeah, wash the fruits, get the syrup and the honey, make the table…” You said, flipping a pancake.

“Ok. Coffee, tea and juice?”

“Yeah.”

You two were doing the breakfast when the German couple walked in, looking Mick and you together, talking and cooking together.

“They look like us when we were younger.” Hanna whispered.

“Yeah, they do.” Seb kissed his wife's forehead. “They look good together.”

Then you noticed their presence, blushing a little and pretending they didn’t see how you two were acting to each other. The four of you sat down to eat. Mick and Sebastian were talking while you concentrated on eating, considering you were doing that for two instead of one.

….................................................

It was the time for the ultrasound and you were there waiting with the other three for the doctor to start.

“Do you have any guesses on the baby’s sex?” The doctor asked.

“No. Not at all, I don’t think I’ve ever thought about that, being completely honest.” You said, looking at Mick, hoping he would say something.

“No one else?”

“I think it’s going to be a girl.” Seb said to support you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Maybe a boy.” Hanna added.

“Let’s see if the… The patient's parents are right.”

Vettel didn’t correct the doctor, even though you weren’t father-daughter, he knew you would need some figure to be there and you internally thanked him for that. You couldn’t pay attention on the images, because all that was passing through your head was the image of a happy family, where Sebastian and Hanna were the future grandparents - or almost that, waiting for the result, while the dad of this kid was also there to be by your side, which it would be Mick. You noticed that the younger blonde was squeezing his hands together like he was holding himself from being closer to you.

Schumacher’s head was restless, all of his thoughts were running around at once, making him distracted from what was happening during the appointment. Fidgeting his hands to not get closer, looking around to not get nervous and if someone entered the room, they would’ve bet he was the father just from his actions.

“So…” The deep voice from the doctor awakened Mick from his trance. “It’s a girl! Congrats.”

“I knew it!” Vettel smiled, kissing your head. “You need to think about names! I had an idea for her room.”

"You always knows! It's not fair." You said to him. Vettel had guessed all of his kids when Hanna was pregnant.

“Congrats, schatz!” Hanna also walked to be by your side.

The younger German smiled, secretly holding your hand. “I would love to see a mini you running around.” He whispered.

Later that night, you and Hanna were making dinner while the boys were adjusting the nursery for the baby. You often walked there, to see them dirty with paint, talking in German and laughing. This was a night that you never thought would happen. On the other hand, you were so happy that it was, having them being there for you when you need the most, being this “non” conventional family that it’s better than you’ve ever asked for. When dinner was ready they changed their outfits to not stain the house with the paint. The four of you sat on the table, mostly filling the silence with small talks while you appreciated the delicious lasagna that Hanna made.

“I thought about a name…” You said, having the three pairs of eyes on you after that.

“Do tell!” Mick looked at you, curious.

“Okay… I liked the name Sophia. Is it a common name? Yes, but it’s pretty…” You took a sip of your juice.

“It’s a beautiful name.” Sebastian smiled.

“I think this should be the one.” Hanna completed.

“You sure?”

“Of course! It’s beautiful and… It's just… Clicks, you know?” Schumacher looked at you, his piercing blue eyes could see you through.

After the dinner, the boys offered to clean the kitchen, so you two went to the balcony to relax, no conversation needed. You loved that, the fact that Hanna became your second mom and was supporting you in this journey, the way she knows you to the core and tries to be a sort of grandma/auntie to the baby - now with a name to call, Sophia, that would probably get called Sophie as a nickname. She looked at you sometimes, smiling and taking a sip from her drink, maybe she was proud of you.

An hour later, you were back to Mick’s apartment since the German couple was staying there and you were asleep in no time again, but this time in his room. Sebastian and Hanna were in the spare bedroom, getting ready to sleep and the younger blonde? On his balcony, making a phone call.

“Mama. Hey.” He smiled. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, lieb.”

“Seb and Hanna are here! I think you knew, right?”

“Yes, of course! How are things going? Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine! Really good time.” He looked at the streets, emptier than usual.

“And your friend? Does she know the sex of the baby?”

“It’s a girl… Seb somehow got it right.”

“Oh! Say that I’m happy for her.” She laughed. “He always does, Mickey.”

“Yeah… It’s going to be Sophia.” His tone was vague, like he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation.

“You want to talk about something, don’t you?” She knew him all too well. “When you’re not focused that means you want to talk about something.”

“Well… I’m in love with her.” He confessed, sighing out loud, which called Vettel’s attention while he was going to grab a bottle of water, then he stayed to see what Mick was saying. “But she’s…”

“Pregnant with someone else’s child. Yeah, schatz, it’s somewhat complicated, but not the worst.” She said “You should follow your heart, okay? Your dad would say that to you too.”

“I know, mama, I know.” He sniffled. “It’s hard, people judging that I’m taking a big responsibility into the growth of my career.”

“It is hard, it’s a child that we’re talking about and you're young, however… You should do whatever feels best to both of you, or better… The three of you.”

“I’ll, I promise.”

“And remember what your papa always said, private is private.”

“Yes, you know I follow this as much as I can.”

“By the way, come to visit us! I’m missing my baby boy.” She laughed and so did he. “And bring the girl, I wanna meet her. To see if she’s worth it.”

“Mama!”

“Just to make sure, sohn.”

“Okay. Danke, Mama.'' He smiled. “See you soon.”

Then Sebastian appeared on the balcony, scaring Mick.

“Sorry, I heard a part of your phone call with your mom, I know I shouldn’t have done it.”

“It’s okay, really… I would love an uncle Seb moment right now.”

The older German hugged him, running his fingers through the youngest’s hair while he breathed calmly, enjoying the comfort.

“It still hurts a little when she mentions dad.”

“Oh, liebling, it must suck sometimes… But she knows about things, that’s why she says it.”

“I know, I know.” He looked at his mentor. “Changing the subject before I start to cry… Mom said I should go and see them and bring… You know who, with me.”

“Really? Did Corinna listen to me? I’m flattered.” He chuckled.

“You gave the idea to her?”

“Maybe I did.” Vettel's unforgettable cocky smile was appearing.

“Why?”

“You admitted to her and yourself. You’re in love. You want her to be part of your family, then why not introduce her to them?”

“What if they don’t like her?”

“They will, I know they’ll.”

“But if she doesn’t want to go?”

“I’m sure she does want to meet your family because it is an important thing for you and she would do everything for your happiness.”

“And I would do the same for her.”

“See? You’re on the same page, but refuse to admit that to each other!”

“It’s because of the baby.”

“I know, on the other hand, does it really matter? She won’t go to the father of Sophie for anything, that means she’s single and obviously wants you. Maybe if you do think it’s better and can handle it, you can wait till the baby is born to start something and if you won’t go to try something, both of you will regret that.”

“I know… I hate that I know all of this but the courage doesn’t seem to get into my head.”

“It’s okay, you can go slowly, but always make sure to have conversation, that’s the most important thing you could ever have.”

“Thank you, Seb.” He breathed out, like a heavy weight was lifted off from his shoulders. “I needed a sign to come back to reality.”

“I will always help you and try to guide you to the best decisions.”

“That’s what a mentor does!”

They chuckled and walked to their respective bedrooms. Meanwhile, you woke up from the noise that Mick made when he entered the room, sitting on the bed and waiting for him to get into his pyjamas and lay on the bed.

“Sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s okay…” You felt the baby move. “Actually, do you want to try to feel the baby moving?”

“Oh.” He was taken by surprise with your idea. “Yes, totally. Can I feel it, already?”

“You? Barely, I can feel it more, however, we can put our hands on my bump and wait. Also we can talk to her in hopes that she will move to the sound of our voices.”

He sat behind you, letting your back against his chest and laying his hands on the top of your belly after you rolled your shirt enough to show the bump.

“From which week can I feel it? Like, actually feel it?”

“Week 24. In two weeks.”

“Wow, it’s close.”

“Yeah.”

Both of you set your hands on your bump, slowly caressing and talking in a lower and softer spoken tone, so that the baby could listen - from this week, the baby can hear the parent’s voice. It was an intimate moment that would never do with him unless both of you were deeply in love. That was showing to Mick more obvious signs that both were on the same page, which let him be more sure of what he was going to ask next.

“Go to Switzerland with me. Let’s spend a week or so there, meet my family, spend time together where there won't be any cameras or people surrounding us with questions.”

You stayed quiet for a while, it was a big information to deal with.

“So…?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure… I was just concentrating on Sophie.” Then she moved abruptly. “Wow, that was a big move, little girl, too early for that.”

“Maybe she agrees with my offer.”

“Shut up, Mick.” You laughed, moving his hands around for him to feel it still moving.

….........................................................

During the morning, Sebastian woke you up to go shopping for the baby nursery related things, he was more excited than you were, which was the cutest thing to watch. You two were walking down the store hall, looking through cribs.

“You’re going to be her godfather, right? And Hanna, her godmother.”

“Is this a request or an order?”

“Both?”

He laughed, getting closer and stopping at a colourful crib and looking at it.

“I will.” He smiled. “Everything for you.”

“Good! Maybe she’ll call you Opa.”

“I’ll love that.”

You kept looking at things for the whole morning, buying a crib, outfits, decoration, more paint and some cloth diapers. The choice for the style of the room was rainbows, sunshine and rain, like summer. Mick and Hanna got scared on how many things you have bought for the room, they didn’t let you do any effort, just sit and see the room gaining life. When the room was finished it made you cry, it was beautiful, the love put on that little room was overbearing.

“We should put paint in our hands and put it on the front of the door.” You said. “I want this memory to be part of Sophie’s life.”

You had five different paint colours, so everyone could have one. You chose purple, Mick chose red, Sebastian chose green and Hanna chose yellow, probably in the future you would do her hand in blue.

“When it dries, I will write our names below.”

Later that day, you and Mick took the German couple back to the airport, they needed to be back at home for the kids. You cried again, because you weren’t going to see them anytime soon, so the moment was emotional.

The ride back was silent, none of you wanted to say a word, however, it was okay, the silence was comfortable. You went to his apartment, the paint was still wet and the smell made you feel a bit sick, so of course he would let you crash at his place for the night. Both of you sat on the sofa, now alone, no conversations going around, just you.

“We need to talk.” Schumacher said, fidgeting with his hands.

“We do.”

“Can I start?”

“Sure.”

“So…” He sighed. “My feelings lately have been bothering me, because they’re too much. When I met you, I thought I had a new friend that found out that was pregnant and I would be the annoying uncle… However, things haven’t worked well. I developed feelings, big ones and I tried to suppress them, because Sophia is someone else’s and I couldn’t take this place and you were… And is currently overwhelmed by everything changing so fast. But we kissed, made out and it felt amazing. I was caught up in this, Max even mocked me for it. And again, we set it out as a friendship, when we clearly are more than this. We sleep on the same bed, cuddle, you put my hands into your bump to feel her. I am confused about everything, because… I want to be yours, but I know that maybe you won’t be ready for it.”

You stood there, his words were like a sharp knife cutting into your chest, you didn’t know how hurt he was. He breathed out, chuckling and sobbing at the same time, looking down.

“You don’t feel the same, right?”

That took you out of your trance.

“Hey! Hey! Calm down… I disassociated, this was a big confession…” You held his face. “I have one to make it too.”

“Please, say it.”

“I also feel the same. It’s more than a friendship. I didn’t want to drag you with me because I knew that you would go all down for being a father figure and I don’t want that. You have a bright future and it’s too early for that, especially when you’re not the biological dad.” You felt tears falling off your face. “And what will people say about you? I’m worried about that too.”

“I don’t care about them, schatz.”

“But I do.” He wiped your tears off. “I like you and want what’s best for you only.”

“The best for me is to be with you, if you want to.”

It took you a few seconds to answer him.

“I do.” Both of you breathed out at the same time, like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. “We can go slowly, only making it official after Sophie’s birth, okay? Avoid telling anyone other than our family and closest friends. Right now, we don’t have an official label, we’re getting to know each other, is that good for you?”

“If this means that I can kiss you, I’m fine with it.”

He got closer to you, closing the gap between your lips; the kiss was salty due to the tears that fell from your face, it was slow and tender, like he was afraid to step in too much.

“We could take a shower together.” You suggested.

“For someone that wants to take it slowly, this is…”

“It’s not sexual! Oh God, you’re so horny.”

“Always, babe, always.”

You laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“It’s to create a bond, intimacy between us. When I’m in labour, you will see my body, so you should get used to it. Probably you will help me to shower and I’ll always be messy in the postpartum period, those times will be the hardest and it will probably be after the season is over, so you will be home to experience everything.”

“Okay… Let’s go then.”

You got your pyjamas and towels, going to the big bathroom. The undressing was awkward, none of you wanted to stare at the other, like it was a crime to do it. He turned on the shower, walking in with you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He hugged you from behind, bringing your body into the hot water. “Let me take care of you.”

Then he took the shampoo, putting on your hair and massaging the scalp slowly, leaving a trail of kisses in your shoulder. After he washed out, Mick put conditioner on your hair, carefully passing through your strands, while you relaxed with the attention. Soon, he grabbed the washcloth, putting the soap on it and passed through your bump, then shoulders, back, and legs, not getting close into parts of your body he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch.After the relaxing shower, when you were just wearing panties, he walked with you to the front of the mirror, grabbing a moisturiser and staying behind you.

“I remember you talking with Hanna, about having to put lotion because the skin is stretching.” He put the mixture into his palms, soon with them in your belly, moving around carefully. “I researched about it. Looked some tips and bought this one for you, it said it could help with it.”

“Oh...” Your heart melted with his softness. “Thank you, Schumi.”

“No need to thank me, it’s a treat for you that I’ve been saving it.”

Later, both of you were laying on his bed, cuddling while watching a movie, when he broke the silence.

“So… Are we going to Switzerland then?”

“Of course. I know how important it is to you.”

“Then I’ll get everything ready for us.”

[oohnotvery]

Edges of the Night (Chapter 15)

Thank you for the well-wishes; I woke up feeling a lot better today! And thank you for sticking with me through this angst-fest! I promise you will get a saccharine-sweet ending to make up for what I’m putting you through 

But for now . . . enter Mulder and Scully.

Scully finds Mulder in a spare bedroom at the end of the upstairs hallway. He’s lying flat on his back in bed, his hands crossed behind his head, his eyes closed. She closes the bedroom door quietly behind her and takes a seat by his hip. 

There’s so much she wants to say to him, ask him, discuss with him. Just days ago, she thought they had a potentially endless road ahead together. There was more than enough time for them to talk. But now, they have an expiration date, and it makes her feel like she’s standing on a precipice looking down at sharp rocks below.

“You’re really going to do this?” she asks after they’ve been sitting in silence for a while. “Go off on your own? Disappear?”

He pulls his hand out from under his head and lays it gently across her upper thigh. “If you’ve got a better idea, I’m fielding suggestions.”

She shakes her head miserably. The unfairness of it all. Of losing him, of getting him back, of preparing to lose him again.

“I just got you back,” she whispers defeatedly, and he sighs, rising up to sit beside her. “I just—we were just—”

He bumps her shoulder with his. “So our days on the lam weren’t the worst few days of your life?” he teases.

She looks up at him solemnly and shakes her head. “No, Mulder. Not by far.”

He smiles sadly. “This is a good thing, Scully. We’re both—we both get to live. And you’ll be safe now.”

She dips her head as she gathers her thoughts. When she speaks, her discomfort is at odds with his easy affability. “You recently told me that it wasn’t a life . . .” She forces herself to look back up at him. “. . . without me. That it’s only a life if you get to spend it with me.”  

He holds her gaze steadily. “That was different,” he says in a voice that doesn’t belong to him, like he’s trying to convince himself. “That was about when we were estranged. When I thought you hated me for what I did to you.”

She studies him hard, notes the resolve in his eyes and the firm set of his mouth.

“Don’t lie to me,” she murmurs.

“What are you suggesting, then? That I, what? Rejoin polite society? They’ll be on me like dogs to a bone within hours.” He laughs mirthlessly. “Or better yet, maybe I should just come with you to California. I could be the mysterious recluse in your attic while you and Alan live out scenes from a marriage downstairs.” He laughs again. “Hell, at least you and I could have conjugal visits—”

She holds up a hand, stopping him. “Don’t be callous, Mulder. This is serious.”  

He goes quiet, and she tries to tamp down her frustration. Because behind all his joking and griping, she knows he’s scared to death.

“You know, Mulder,” she says after a while, after some of the tension between them has begun to dissipate, “I’m not letting you go.”

He opens his mouth to protest.

She raises a meaningful brow and it silences him. “Not before you fess up, at least.”

He cocks his head, his eyes taking on a curious glint.  

“You promised you’d tell me about the rest of the letter,” she says. “The part you were so afraid to tell me. What did it say?”

His mouth falls open and then he huffs a laugh, raking his hands through his hair. “Jesus, you’re really going to nag me about this until I cave, aren’t you?”

She smiles grimly. “I’m not letting you off that easily.”

“Yeah, that damn letter,” he muses, shaking his head. “It’s really not important anymore—”

“Tell me.”

“We can forget it—”

“Tell me,” she demands, her smile fading.

He groans and dips his head, staring at his hands. A minute ticks by in silence, then another, and finally, he speaks. “They knew things about you, things that were private, of course. It was clear from those letters that they were keeping a very close eye on you. Spying on you, studying you.”

She nods. This isn’t news to her.

“But it, ah, it wasn’t ever really about you in the end.” He rubs his jaw. “Sure, there was scary stuff in that letter. Threats, warnings, nasty, explicit things about what they wanted to do to you if I didn’t cooperate.”

“Okay.”

He clenches his jaw. “But, uh, the part I’ve been more hesitant to tell you about wasn’t actually about you at all. It was about me.” He pauses, then laughs humorlessly. “Well, I guess it isn’t much of a secret now, is it?”

She crinkles her brow. “What isn’t a secret?”

He looks up at her with soft eyes. “How I felt about you. They knew—they knew how much I loved you. That I was in love with you. They knew that I loved you more than myself or my career or the files or my reputation.”

“They can’t know that,” she breathes, her mind reliving Mulder’s desperate, beautiful confession to her in the Hoover Building. “They can’t objectively know something like that.”

He shrugs. “I’d say it’s actually one of the more objectively knowable facts about my life, Scully. How I feel about you. The lengths I’m willing to go to protect you. They knew all of that.”

She swallows thickly. “And so all this time when I asked about the letter, that’s the part you didn’t want me to know?”

He laughs wetly. “You’re acting like you would have taken it well if I’d told you that a week ago. You’re forgetting the part where you and I hadn’t spoken in almost a year. You hated me.”

She slips her hand into his, shaking her head. “I never hated you,” she reminds him.

He nods, unconvinced. “Well. Now you know.”

“Yeah,” she agrees slowly, then cocks an eyebrow at him. “Past tense?”

He frowns. “What?”

Her face burns with embarrassment but she holds his gaze. “You said you loved me. That you were in love with me. But that’s not just in the past. Is it?”

He studies her carefully, then shakes his head slowly. “It doesn’t really matter.”

Her brow crinkles. “How can you possibly say that?”

He tugs her forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. They share a few breaths. “Because you’re safe now,” he murmurs. “You can go be happy. Go live a normal life. Do normal things. Have a career, get married, spend holidays with your family, have breakfast with your mom. You deserve it. After all of this, you deserve it more than anyone.”

But she can’t. She can’t just return to her normal life, not after what she’s been through. She shakes her head, her hair brushing his chin. “I’m coming with you,” she says resolutely.

He yanks away so fast she gasps. “No,” he says vehemently, his voice taking on rough edges. “No, Scully. This has all been for you. All so you can live your life in peace, all so you can have a normal, happy life. Not a life on—on the run. That’s not a life, dammit!”

“But it’s going to be your life,” she argues angrily.

He grips her forearms tightly, his eyes boring holes into hers. “And that’s okay. So long as you’re safe and happy, then so am I.”

“Jesus, Mulder, don’t do this,” she says exasperatedly.

“Do what?”

“Try to be the martyr. Try to—to tell me what’s best for me,” she says weakly. “I have to do this with you. Don’t you remember, just a few days ago in that cabin, you asked me to choose you, you begged me at the end of all this, ‘choose me’—”

“Not like this,” he interrupts harshly. “I didn’t think choosing me would ever look like this.” He fixes her with a hard, unrelenting look. “Let me be the martyr this one final time. Let me make you happy.”

She hangs her head indignantly. “Why on earth do you think that will make me happy?”

His lips twitch. “No more monsters, no more running, no more secrets or cancer or abductions or kidnappings or fear. No more nightmares. Time with your family, your mom. A chance to have a family, a chance to have a meaningful career. A chance to make a difference in this world.” He shakes his head regretfully. “You don’t get any of that if you run with me. Running with me . . . all you’d get is—is sadness. Isolation, loneliness, constantly looking over your shoulder, constantly watching out for danger. We couldn’t have anything close to a normal life, Scully. You might think you’d like it at first, and maybe even the first year would be fun. But after that, you’d start missing the real world, real life. And I’m not going to be responsible for making you miserable once again. You’ve lost so much already, Scully. I’m giving you a chance to claim the life you deserve. So please,” he begs, “go back to California, and don’t look back.”

“I refuse to be separated from you again—”

“It’s not your choice,” he says viciously, and she balks.

A long pause. “What did you just say?” she breathes.

His hardened eyes turn soft, then ashamed. “Scully, I know this whole journey has been about your choices, your agency—”

“My lack of choices, my lack of agency—”

“But this time,” he says with a raised hand, “this time, it really isn’t your choice. I am doing this for you. I am giving you the gift of a good life. I’m not taking anything from you, even though it seems that way right now.” His eyes turn solemn, self-sacrificing. “I’m not good for you. I’m not safe for you. And so I’m making the choice to give you the gift of a life without me.”  

“You’re damning me to hell if you don’t let me come with you,” she grumbles, rubbing her hands across tired eyes. “So, if I’m not allowed to come with you, will I ever see you again? Can you give me that at least?”

He answers her petulance with a warm palm against her cheek, a thumb to her lower lip. Her heart curls in on itself. “I’ll always be hiding, always be running,” he says. “Maybe one day, it will be safe to see each other. But not any time soon.”

She tips her head to his chest, beating her fists weakly against his thighs. Not fair, not fair, not fair, not fair.

His lips fall to her ear. “I’m not willing to put you at risk just to see you.”

Oh, fuck you. She twists against him, captures his lips with hers. “Not your choice, Mulder,” she growls into his mouth.

He groans in surprise and curls his fingers into her hair, tugs her tightly to him. She threads an arm around his shoulder and starts to hitch herself up into his lap. If they aren’t going to see each other again, if these are some of their last moments with each other, surely they can have this one last thing. Just this one last moment—

But he pushes her back, gently at first, then more firmly. “No, Scully—”

“No, Mulder,” she counters heatedly, gripping his jaw so he can’t pull away. “I want this so badly—”

“I said no.”

She reels back, his words a slap to the face. He’s breathing hard and his jeans are tented in the front, but his expression is resolute.

“Your fiancé is downstairs,” he reminds her steadily.

She blinks in shock. “I don’t even—I barely—he isn’t—” She smacks her palm against the duvet. “Dammit, Mulder! How is this any different from what we were about to do in that cabin? It was okay then, but not now?”

He drags his hands over his eyes. “I’m not—you can’t—” He curses and stands, toppling her onto the bed. He swerves to face her. “That was different. You and I didn’t have a deadline in that cabin. We didn’t have two completely different futures staring us in the face. We weren’t about to part forever to go our separate ways, you off to marry another man while I run away to hide in the woods for the rest of my life!”

She stifles an angry cry, dipping her chin to hide her pain. Not fair, not fair, not fair, not fair. Will this be the refrain of the rest of her life?  

“It’s okay, Scully,” he interrupts, taking a step closer to place a hand on her good shoulder. “It’s all going to be okay.”

She reaches up to touch his jaw, his cheek, his temple. For four days, she’s gotten more of him, seen more of him, tasted more of him, enjoyed more of him than she has in the four years they were partnered together. And now, he’s telling her they won’t see each other again. Not fair, not fair, not fair, not fair.

She covers her mouth with her hand to suppress a sob and his smile falters. “I don’t care about anything you said. I’m coming with you,” she repeats softly.

He sits back on the bed and gathers her in his arms, shushing her gently.

“I’m not letting you go alone,” she mumbles into his shirt.

His hand cups her skull, his fingertips trace the shell of her ear.

“I love you,” she whispers.