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hi hi, hellooooo!! noticed that you came back recently and that there is space for a request! so if you can and would like, could I request for Leona with an s/o that's afraid of being in a relationship with him because they are disabled? I have beta thalassemia for life and I'm constantly falling ill and afraid that my life will end because it's such a hassle to live with and I'm afraid that any partner I may have won't want anything long-term with me because sometimes I can't even function like a normal person. I'm sorry for the rant, but some comfort would be nice :) hope that you are doing well and taking care of yourself!

[Leona with a Disabled S/O GN] COMFORT

Content warning: NONE really, MOSTLY F L U F F, cursing, implied long-term relationship, mentions of illness

A/N: Your request touched my heart and I wanted to give you something nice! I tried my best and please let me know if you enjoyed it dear anon! I kept the details of the disability vague so I hope that is okay. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write something so heartfelt and special with Leona. I feel that contrary to popular belief...he would be an attentive S/O and that's why I created this blog in the first place!

I am wonderful and hope you are too! I wish the best for you and hope you are also taking care!💕 Enjoy~

Leona is very observant of your emotions and needs. He knows when you've got something on your mind and this day was no different. When you had gotten sick the last time he took you back home with him for a short break, enduring his overbearing family so you could have all the comfort you needed while you were recovering. He pulled out all the stops for you, as much as his privilege would allow.

He found you in the royal gardens. It was a balmy spring morning in the Sunset Savanna and you were kneeling on the cobbled ground, tending to some succulents you had planted the last time you visited Leona’s family. They were a bit overgrown and a few that had gotten lost in the shade were missed by the royal gardeners. That's when you heard the telltale footsteps behind you.

You sighed as you turned around, knowing that you were in big trouble with your mate. He stood with his arms crossed, his usual stern expression a bit wavering in the pink light of the greenhouse. “Think I wouldn’t notice my bun was missin’?” He said, tail whipping behind him in irritation.

 If you hadn’t known your lion so well it may have sounded a bit harsh to a stranger's ears. You swallowed the lump in your throat and shrugged him off, laughing and wrinkling your nose up at him. “Pfft. Go back to bed, Lion.” You ordered him casually. Bringing your attention back to your precious plants, you counted the various abandoned pots you had found all around the garden, making sure you had enough. You were planning on bringing a few back to your room so you could enjoy them there.

“Nope.” He yawned loudly, squinting into the sunlight. “Not unless you're comin’ back with me,” He said simply, his dark hair was extra messy from sleep and his golden robe hung crookedly from his slumped frame. “C’mon you can do this later, Bunny.” The timbre of his words held a subtle longing that made your chest ache. 

Your mind had been…heavy lately with a few unrelenting thoughts, but mostly you were worried about him. You knew your lion was more sensitive than even you about these sorts of things, even if he didn’t show it. “I’m fine,” You insisted, standing with a large repotted desert rose in your hands, reaching up to swipe a bit of sweat from your forehead.

Unfortunately, it was a bit heavier than you thought and one hand was not enough. It slipped from your fingers with a clatter, shattering dirt and glass on the ground. “Damn-!” You stumbled forward, almost going down with it when strong, warm hands caught you around your arm and your waist. “Oops.” You tried to laugh it off, feeling a bit lightheaded from the whole thing. You looked up to your partner who wasn’t amused at you overdoing it. “Bun...” He said a bit firmly, ears lowering to you.

Oh no. Leona couldn’t hide it. He was…worried for you. Your guilt bubbled up, and a few tears spilled over your eyes in shame. You blinked them away before he could see but, of course, he did. That was your lion after all. “I’m fine.” You repeated. “Just a little dizzy.” You whispered and he gently turned your body to face him, steadying you in his arms. “B-besides…” You continued clumsily. “...Gotta get used to not having me around sometimes.” You shrugged, keeping your eyes down.

Leona scoffed, using his clean robe sleeve to wipe away the tracks of your tears and the specks of dirt from your face. ”And why the hell would I do that?” He gave you one of his crooked smiles and he was holding himself together much better than you. “Because.” You continued. “You know-” You shrugged, thinking of your limitations, you knew it was a burden on him sometimes, even though he wouldn’t admit it or ever hold it against you. “What if…I won't be aro-”

Before you could finish your sentence he cupped your jaw with his hand, urging you to look at him, and squished your cheeks with his fingers affectionately soft. “Hm? What’s that? You wanna come back to bed with me, Bunny? Order some breakfast from the kitchens?” He mused, his eyes didn't quite match his cheeky grin, but he kept on teasing you.

He reached around your body, using his other free hand to pinch your sides where he knew you were ticklish. “Stop, Stop it!” You cackled and wiggled in his arms and he continued his one-sided conversation, reeling you closer to him. “Glad we’ve agreed.” He chuckled in your ear calmly.

“Lion, don’t you fucking dare!” You scolded him with a warning. “Hey! When I feel better I’m gonna-” You gasped when he picked you up with much care, interrupting your hollow threats as he put you over his shoulders, lifting you from the ground in a loose fireman’s carry. You were miffed, tugging on one of his braids to let you go, “Wait, wait, my desert rose!” You cried out, reaching back toward the mess you made of the broken pot and your poor, poor cactus.

”Eh, I’ll get someone else to come 'n rescue it.” He droned before carrying you away, you complaining the whole way, laughing through the halls of the sunny palace at his antics. The passing servants knew at this point you and your lion were just playing and these sorts of shenanigans between you two were so normal that none of them even reacted anymore.

You convinced Leona to let you try to make breakfast for the two of you. At least on days when you felt better, you preferred to cook your own meals or help out with the palace kitchen staff. Though…today wasn’t one of those days. On days like today, you accepted you were gonna be on the losing side of any argument with your overprotective partner.

However, a miracle did happen though, your lion actually took over kitchen duties for the first time you’d been together.  It was a…disaster but he was trying at least. Intently, he listened to your instructions on how to make a few fried eggs and ham for the two of you, one ear perched toward you. It was entertaining to see such a proud man out of his element, fumbling so hard. He was so apt at judging food, you thought he might be a little better at this.

You watched him with an amused and somewhat smug expression, sitting on the countertop behind him, snugly wrapped by him in his silk robe. You were still a little bit tired from your excursion earlier but you couldn’t help intervening. “Oh here, let me do it!” After having enough, you came up behind him and tried to show him how to crack an egg properly… without magic. “What would you do without me?” You snickered, judging him harshly as you flipped one of the crooked eggs, saving it from burning on the edge of the pan.

By the time it was over the two of you ended up switching positions and he stood behind you now, chest pressed against your back while you seasoned and finished grilling the meat. It was…a lot for you considering how tired you were, but whenever you got dizzy he would make sure to hold you up or steady your hand when you lifted the heavy pan. You saved breakfast but unfortunately for the sad eggs you couldn’t fix their form, deciding to make them scrambled as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Leona nuzzled into your neck, distracting you, all the while making soft sounds of contentment in your ear.

After breakfast, you promised to never let him live it down that he tried to use a spice grinder upside down.  He dusted the dirt from your knees and the two of you shared a bath for your sore body. Once dry, Leona insisted you wear one of his tunics instead, even dressing you despite your playful protests. You weren't in any condition to refuse.

Your lion made good on his promise to carry you gently back to his bed, drawing the curtains for you as it was now almost noon. He laid you over him and brought your sleepy face to his chest. He sighed as he hooked his arms behind you, occasionally tracing his fingers over your spine under your top. 

It turned out to be a good morning after all. You burrowed your face into his chest, his steady heartbeat beating against your ear. The strong, familiar scent of cinnamon, star anise, and orange comforted you. In this quiet time, you gathered your thoughts from earlier, finally coming down from your playful mood. “L-leona,” Your voice cracked a bit, playing with the end of his long hair. “Do you ever…regret us, you know…getting together…?” Was this really the future mate he imagined he’d have?

“Hm?” He seemed to have almost been asleep when he responded. “Ah,” You tsked. “Nevermind.” You shrugged, hiding your face behind his robe, realizing you shouldn’t have said that. He tugged down the fabric to look at your pouty expression, laying his head back on his pillow to see you better.

You were caught now, so you tried to explain your complicated thoughts. “It sucks…” You lamented. “Just feels like… we wasted so much time.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I… just don’t want you to have any regrets when it comes to…me…”

You could feel him tremble but he stayed brave, releasing a small, unsteady breath. “Awe, bun.” He started through a soft scoff, his green eyes never leaving yours as he spoke, “...If you think for one second I regret any of my time with you, you are even crazier than I thought.” His voice softened over his words, and then he tapped your temple for emphasis, ending with a small smirk. “Hey!” You puffed your cheeks at him, flicking his nose like he was a common cat, in a familiar gesture of yours.

“Tch.” A small laugh rumbled in his chest before he swallowed, and another shuddery breath left his mouth, wrapping you further into his robe. “C’mere.” You obliged this request to move even closer, chuckling as you looped your arms through his robe sleeves so that you both shared it. You laced your fingers with his after you popped your hands through.

“Mmm.” The man rubbed his pinky against yours. “Listen, none of that shit matters anyway, you're here now.” He muttered his words into your hair, inhaling softly before saying something in his native language. ”Tuliumbwa kuwa pamoja...” (We were created for each other…) You'll always be my Bunny. Alright…?” He chuckled again, hand settling on your lower back. “Long as you’ll have me, I…never wanna be apart from ya.”

You were at a loss so you laughed along with him, your chest squeezing. “Oh.” Your eyes burned, drawing a few circles in his palm. You couldn’t see his face now but maybe it was better that way. “Thought you didn’t believe in always.” You teased your logical mate through a whisper.  He only snorted in response and then pretended to be asleep, something he usually did when you outmatched him.

Oh well, neither one of you wanted to ruin another of your warm and lazy mornings. The two of you didn’t need to say it out loud. Both of you would take the good days…and the bad. And Leona didn’t mind acting as your own personal pillow on days you weren’t able to do much. You glanced at the rows of plants he had arranged for you by the windows, leaving a sliver of light for them at your request.

Closing your eyes, you soaked in the warmth of your lion beneath you, who was breathing in time with you. His tail fell across your back as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

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Victim of Love Chapter 3: Old Friends and New

Series: Victim of Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley

Word Count: 1,146

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: drinking

Song Inspiration for series: Victim of Love by The Eagles

I heard about you and that man There's just one thing I don't understand

My other stuff: Master List.

Drake rejoined the party in progress, fingering the scrap of paper in his hand. He sat down at the bar as he eyed the hastily scribbled number. Pulling out his phone, he typed it in and sent a text: You gave me your number, but you still haven’t told me your name.

“Hey, there you are!” a familiar voice called out.

Drake’s head snapped up as he pocked the phone, along with the scrap of paper, a grin spreading across his face, “Liam!”

He stood quickly and embraced his old friend.

“I was wondering if you were going to make it!” Liam gestured for him to retake his seat before taking the one next to him.

“I wouldn’t miss your anniversary party!” Drake retook his seat.

“I appreciate that, but it would be nice to see you between the big events.” The childhood best friends had drifted apart, at least geographically, over the last several years.

“Sorry, Li, I know. The last time I was here was your wedding.”

“And my coronation before that.”

“Mom and the ranch have both really needed me.”

“I understand, it’s not like I’ve been to Texas to visit you. Believe me, I understand obligation and responsibility all too well.”

Drake’s brows creased at the trace of sadness in his tone. “Everything okay?”

“What? Yes, everything is fine! Let’s get a drink, I had the bar stock your favorite whiskey!”

“I know, I just haven’t had a chance to drink any yet….” He trailed off as the memory of why he’d abandoned his first drink of the night intruded upon his thoughts. Heat spiked through his veins as the image of her naked body arching up into his spilled through his mind and his eyes scanned the room for her.

“Well, let’s correct that immediately!” Liam laughed as he signaled the bartender over to take their order.

The bartender quickly poured and then slid two glasses over to them.

Drake held his glass up in a toast, “Congratulations!”

“On which part?”

“Both! Here’s to navigating the first year of marriage successfully and to the impending birth of Cordonia’s heir!”

“I’ll drink to that!” Liam lifted his glass in salute and then both men drank.

They spent a few minutes catching up then Liam excused himself, “I have to get back to this interminable ball but please, join me after this monstrosity of a party is over! Upstairs, third floor, the private sitting room in the west wing.”

“West wing? The royal quarters are in the east wing!”

“Yes, well, since my marriage, my wife has taken over…everything there. The decorating, the meal planning, how often the goddamn toothbrushes are replaced! Nothing there feels like mine anymore…” A sigh of frustration escaped him as pinched the bridge of his nose, “Just…the west wing, okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” Drake agreed sympathy pulling through him. He knew Liam had married for duty, not love. He’d been best man at the wedding and Liam had confided in him then that his heart lie with another, but she hadn’t been approved by the council.

He didn’t envy Liam his money, position, or titles. Running a cattle ranch was hard work, but his life was his own.

His thoughts were drawn away from his best friend when his phone pinged. He pulled it out and glanced down at the screen.

I’m not in the habit of telling strangers my name.

He shook his head with a grin as he typed back, I’d say after tonight we’re intimately acquainted. Or would you like to go for round three?

Don’t threaten me with a good time.

They continued to banter back and forth until he’d pried her name out of her and the ball was over.

No one’s ever made me work this hard for a name before. When can I see you again, Riley?

No immediate response, but that didn’t mean anything. Right?

He made his way upstairs and into the west wing. He knocked on the door and then opened it and entered without waiting for a response. Looking around, he noted the new furnishings and decorations in the room. When he had lived at the palace, this entire wing had been in disuse and filled with dusty, centuries-old furnishings. It now looked like something he’d actually be comfortable living in, “I like what you’ve done with the place!”

“Thanks,” Liam handed him a drink and took a seat in a plush leather recliner facing the door, “I’ve missed you. Please tell me you’re done playing cowboy and ready to move back home.”

Drake folded himself into the matching chair across from Liam with a sigh, “I’m not playing cowboy, Li! I’m-“

“I know, I know!” Liam interrupted him, “But let’s be honest. You’re not doing anything that a good foreman can’t do and I’m willing to pay you a small fortune to come back home and take your place in the Royal Guard!”

Drake had left a lucrative military career when his mother had requested his assistance with the family ranch back in Texas. If he were being honest, he did miss Cordonia and even the palace. It had been his home for half his life and Liam was the closest thing to a brother he had.

“Make me an official offer and I’ll think about it.”

“Really?” Liam’s face lit up in delight.

Drake shook his head with an amused grunt, “Yeah. Why not? But don’t get too excited! I said I’d consider it!”

The truth was, as much as he loved his mother, she could be a lot. And Liam was right, he could hire a foreman for the day-to-day running of the ranch.

“Excellent! How long are you here for this time?”

“A week or two, I really want to go out and check on the cabin.” He hadn’t set foot in it in three years.

As if reading his mind Liam assured him, “I’ve had Bastien looking after it. He goes out at least once every few months, makes sure nothing is leaking, no one has broken in, things like that.”

“Thanks, Li. I really appreciate it. Speaking of the cabin…” he gestured around the room, “this looks more like something I would pick for it than something you’d pick for the palace.”

“Oh, I didn’t do this,” Liam grinned.

“But then who-“

“Remember at my wedding when I told you there was someone else? Someone I wished I could have chosen?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, I somehow managed to convince her to stick around and-“

The door opened again and Liam’s entire being lit up. The tension eased from his shoulders as he leapt to his feet to greet her. The change was noticeable and significant, “Here she is now!”

Drake turned around in his seat as the smell of lavender and lilac hit him like a full-throttle freight train right in the chest.

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The Day the Resistance Fell

1300 hours. Resistance meetings. Led by Master Leonardo. Greeted by little engagement. Everyone left is just tired.

1428 hours. The meetings ended early. People returned to their free time. A couple returned to embracing each other, soaking in whatever moments they may have left together. Miwa beat her family in poker, likely for the 50th time, one member of their party missing. She’d lost family too. Commander O’Neil was talking to Big Mama and Sensei, who must’ve noticed Casey Jr’s stares as he excused himself and walked over to the kid.

“Case.”

“Sensei.”

“What’chu working on?”

“I’m just- looking through old files.”

“Is that right?” He took a seat next to him, pulling his real arm over Casey’s shoulder, and sinking comfortably into the wall. “You find out all of Donnie’s secrets yet?” He looked over with a smirk.

“Not all of them. There’s a lot on this thing.”

“Keep digging, and let me know if you find anything really good.”

“There's been a lot on here from before I was born.”

“Oh yeah, those were wild days. Never had a moment like this back then. We were always on the run from something- I don’t think I slept much those first years.” He spoke as he pulled his mask over his eyes and let out a big yawn, bringing his full weight down atop Casey.

“Hey, no sleeping on the job,” Casey jabbed him in the side.

“Gah.” He pulled away and lifted up his mask to see a big smirk on Casey’s face. “You’re asking for it little man.”

Casey tried to make a break for it but was pulled back into a bear hug to receive a noogie to the head.

“If you’re bringing it, I’m gonna give it right back, old man,” and Casey pulled Sensei’s mask right around his head.

“Oh this old trick?” Leo laughed. Casey tried wriggling out of his grasp. “Ohohoho, you’re not getting away that easily.”

“How about a new trick then?” Casey smiled, tapping a button on Leo’s arm that forced him to release the kid.

“No fair, that’s cheating!” Leo shouted as Casey crawled away.

“I thought it was ‘using my surroundings.’”

Leo raised his finger to retaliate, but came up with nothing. “Don’t think one arm left means I can’t beat you,” and Leo picked himself off the floor and charged for Casey again. Casey ran off laughing, looking back as Leo chased him. “Oh- Casey!”

He ran straight into an adult, and back toward Leo, who managed to catch him before he hit the floor. “You gotta watch where you're going, Case. You shouldn’t look back while you’re running.”

Casey rubbed his nose.

“Master Leonardo!” It was the angry guy. He was breathing heavily and looked terrified. “Krang! Spotted just west of here.”

“How many?”

“20 maybe 30, and they’re heading this way.”

“Sound the alarm, I want this place to be locked down!” Leo ordered the space, causing people to jump into action. “Let’s gear up an-“

A loud crash caused rubble to fall from the ceiling, and the metal walls to creak. Sensei pulled Casey close and steadied them both. Then the red lights began to blare, but no sound was heard.

“What the hell was that?” Leo looked over to the man who had brought the news. “I thought you said they were heading this way, not right on top of us!” Another thunk and people began to duck for cover. “How’d they get here so fast?”

Casey left Leo’s side to grab the things he had abandoned against the wall for the sake of fun. His mask and his hockey stick. When he turned around, Sensei had left the room. Casey started toward the door.

There was another crash, and more debris began to fall. Casey was stopped by two hands on his shoulder, pulling him back and turning him around.

“Casey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine Commander O’Neil. Where’d Sensei go?”

“He followed the scout to the observation deck.”

“I’m gonna go after him!”

He turned away, but April’s hold held firm, “Wait, Casey. I need you to come with me!”

April was sure to keep Casey close to her as they ran through the base. Others bolted past them in full gear, guns blazing, assortments of different weapons ready, and making their way out into the fight. Him and the Commander only headed deeper into the base.

“Where are we going, Commander?”

“Somewhere you’ll be safe.”

“Me?” Casey stopped, “But I can help!”

“I’m sorry, Casey! Leo doesn’t want you near this fight!”

“But-“

“We’ve got to keep moving!” She pulled him along.

“Commander- I can do more! Sensei-“

“Leo needs you to stay safe.” April turned him around, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t do our own thing to help. You got anything in those files with access codes to Donnie’s Helicarrier program?”

Casey gave April a smirk.

“Then let’s kick some Krang ass.” She pounded her fist into her hand.

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Just a snippet of something I’m working on.

Miwa, if you don’t know, belongs to @somerandomdudelmao s Apocalyptic Series. This is heavily inspired by that, but when is it not?

[fatexbound]

Anon said: “Don’t leave, they need you.” (for Yosuke)

More Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously! | Accepting

Yosuke had thought about it so many times before. He didn't belong here. He knew that from the start, but because of his dad's work, they were forced to move here and carry on as if nothing happened. As if he hadn't abandoned his old classmates in Sapporo. He still missed them. This was an old, backwater town with nothing to do.

That's what he thought initially. Before he met Yu and the others, he didn't think twice about running away and going back to the big city in order to pursue his dreams. But now... he had changed his mind, mostly thanks to his partner for always sticking by his side, and helping him decide what he should do for himself.

"Y'know what? Maybe it's not so bad over here... I've got you guys, my parents, Junes... you're special to me." He rubbed his nose, grinning. "Yeah... I'm not leaving until we solve this mystery. Hell, I didn't even know I could be useful till now. So, thanks. For everything. I mean it."

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Butterfly Mask

Paper / card 2023, 20pp, paperback

Summary

A short story printed on a mask which must be read in a mirror.

Background

Butterfly Mask started as an expansion on some of the ideas presented in Oubliette, namely that of mirrored text and an uncomfortable physical process to read the story. Rather than using an implement like a dental mirror, I thought it would be interesting to have the story on the reader’s face. Obviously, you can’t see through the pages so cutting holes out would be necessary.

A rough prototype was made out of scrap paper and something about the blank face that I saw put me in mind of classical horror film bogeymen like Michael Myers and Jason Vorhees. I didn’t really want to write a horror story, though - at least, not one like that. Further experiments pulled me towards the ideas of camouflage and I found myself thinking about the deceptive wings of butterflies, which represent themselves as the faces of big, scary creatures to scare away predators. I thought the process of looking at oneself in order to read this story could have an interesting side-effect on the text. Rather than the text being out there, on a separate plane, it would be one’s own reflection, the face that you’re wearing to the outside world. Furthermore, there was the opportunity to do some playful stuff with the narrator - the ‘you’ of second person perspective giving way to the ‘I’ of first person as the story progresses.

Although the prototype was a plain book, I got it in my head to form it in a form more like that of a butterfly. This proved to be a pretty stupid idea. At first I wanted the text to flow on non-straight lines and spent a loooooong time setting text on various different arcs which were supposed to look like butterfly wings. They didn’t, and just looked crap. I then allowed myself the benefit of straight typesetting, albeit in a butterfly-shaped text frame, with the words flowing around the eye holes. The first versions had these towards the top of the page, but moving them to the bottom allowed for the curve of the wing to form a more natural shape for the reader’s nose. 

Although the basic principles had been set out in the early prototype, finding the right sort of binding was a time-consuming process. I really wanted an elasticated strap that would keep the book secured on the reader’s face, but this proved too difficult to work out. I just couldn’t get the right combination of materials that would stay in position, but also allow the pages to fall open and allow the reader to see them properly. The strap had to be abandoned, much to my annoyance. It is for the best. Masks can be hand-held and so are books. I tell myself this in order to keep the loathing at bay.

There was no way I was going to be able to cut this consistently by hand, so I used the Cameo 3 cutter for both the pages and the cover. I’m getting a little tired of this process, particularly as Affinity Publisher doesn’t allow for addressing the cutter directly, meaning lots of exported PDFs, which are then placed into another application, then sent to the cutter. It’s a bit of a convoluted method and I miss the Illustrator plugin I used to use. There’s also the broader issue of everything being quite computer-based. My attempts at hand-making things tend to be quite shoddy, though, so I think that’s going to continue for a while.

The end product is a lot simpler than I had in mind, although it does maintain the fundamental principle of the idea from first conception – that of reading through the book and relying on external perception for an understanding of self. The whole process took a lot longer than I would have liked, although this was partly due to personal factors in the second half of 2022. Had I known it would end up as a stapled pamphlet, I could have knocked it out a lot earlier. Possibly. It’s more likely that I had to go through all those iterations in order to get to the simple version. I’ve really got to learn how to start simple and stay there.

[voidingintotheshout]

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So... I wrote the above post almost exactly a year ago. So that's how bad my ADHD is, in case you didn't know. Like, if you needed to quantify my ADHD, thst's the number: one year is how long it took me to get around to proofreading that story and posting it here.

Still, a promise is a promise. Y'all liked or reblogged and I promised to share it with y'all. I mentioned you my name in case you forgot the original or what have you. Here it is, 5k words about a wizard making someone fat outside a McDonald's. If I may add a little author's commentary, I'm amazed how much my perception of the tone has changed since I originally read it at an open mic in 2015. It hits different for me now.

Catch Me If You Can!

© 2015

The Ever-important Story Behind the Story:

This story was inspired by an event from a few days before I wrote it. I was driving home after picking up some pizza for the family and I drove past this beautiful, olive-skinned runner who was jogging shirtless down the street. Being a gay dude with eyes, I couldn't help but check him out briefly as I was buzzing past. He caught me looking and I saw this self-satisfied smirk appear on his face, as if he was thinking, “Oh, another guy checking me out…I get this all the time.” In the moment, that really pissed me off… As if he was entitled to that glance. It pissed me off that he was so comfortable with being thought of as sexy by others… something that I struggled to feel at all. At that moment, I really wished he could get into my shoes and see how it felt to be fat. That's the real event that inspired this story. I wanted this story to be as short as possible because I (as a writer) tend to overcomplicate stories until they become such epic projects (ahem, “Big Changes”) that I tend to abandon them. I wanted this to be something I could finish in one sitting. Enjoy!

The Story Itself:

Emir Tevetoğlu loved to run. Hell, he loved exercise. He went to the gym for at least an hour every single day to try and maintain his body. He had a lean but muscular runner’s frame and he was very proud of how nice he looked. His naturally bronze skin shimmered with sweat as he ran through the neighborhood every day, right around dinnertime. His run naturally took him past the local McDonald’s and every single day he would look in and see me having my dinner at one of the tables near the windows.

Like clockwork, every time I would see his lean muscular frame, dappled in sweat jogging past the McDonald’s, I couldn't help but check him out. It was natural. I loved the arch of his nose and his coal black eyes matching his dark hair, brushed back and slicked down with just the right amount of hair oil to really make it shine. Every single day, after I’d check him out, and he would look down at my massive stomach and smirk just a little bit.

The condescending look didn't really bother me as much as the fact that he was actually going out of his way to run past that McDonald’s front entrance. In order to run right past the window where I ate my dinner, he needed to run off the sidewalk across the parking lot to go past the McDonald’s… and yet, every single day was the same. He knew I would look up from my meal and check him out and I knew he would look at me with that mix of superiority and smugness as he saw me eat my dinner.

After a few months of this, it was starting to get a little bit warmer and I started to have my meal outside. I'm a larger guy; it's hard to miss me. My weight fluctuates quite a bit but it's usually between 400 and 500 pounds, not that I really bother to weigh myself that often anymore. I know a lot of other people at my size do, but that's never really been my style. I get weighed twice a year at the doctor and that's fine for me. My gut is heavy and wide, hanging well over my belt buckle and forcing my arms out quite a bit from the sides. If it helps you imagine, I am just fat enough to make you wonder if I can still jack myself off. If you're wondering, I can and it's amazing.

It wasn't until I started having my meal outside that I noticed something else that he does that I hadn't noticed before. I knew about the smirk… the smirk was old news. What I didn't notice until I started eating my dinner outside was the little snort of laughter that went along with the smirk. He would see me checking him out and he would respond with a smirk and a little bit of laughter as he looked at me. That really rubbed me the wrong way. As a larger guy, it pissed me off when people looked at me and acted like just because I'm fat they knew me. As if all fat people were the same. I realized that I would need to teach him a lesson, but I wanted to be patient.

The next time he ran past the McDonald's I made sure to tell him “nice torso!” I did this with a little bit of an affected lisp so this lovely man would know that I was gay. That was actually the first time that I knew he was gay too, although I naturally had my suspicions. He actually looked quite a bit like the model Topher DiMaggio, if that helps, and even had a little Arabic tattoo right near where his treasure trail would've been if he didn't shave his chest. As soon as I heard him respond, I knew he was gay. He looked at me and did the laugh and the smirk and then replied: “In your dreams!”

This went on for a few weeks, me playfully teasing him and him responding back how impossible us getting together would ever be. Now, I'm not an idiot. I know the idea of a guy like him and a guy like me getting together was not realistic, but that's not what bothered me about him. What bothered me about him was the condescension, as if I was less worthy of people’s time because I was obese. As if I should know, being able to look at myself in the mirror, that I'm clearly less attractive and desirable to anyone because I'm fat. He made me and other fat people feel like we shouldn't even try to find boyfriends because ‘of course, how could anybody be interested in us because we’re fat?’ It got on my nerves.

Still, eye candy is eye candy.

A few weeks after that, he was running in his shorts, shirtless in new running shoes and I got a little bit bolder, and I asked him if he wanted to maybe sit down and have a bite. “They have salads,” I added helpfully. He laughed and said, “in your dreams, fat boy” without breaking stride.

It was at this point that he really started to get on my nerves and became clear that he didn't care about my feelings, so I stopped caring about his. After a few more days, I asked him if he wanted to talk, and he laughed and replied “catch me if you can!”

This back-and-forth went on for a few more days with me escalating it a little bit more, getting him to be a little bit more explicit with his fat shaming. Well, one day in the middle of the summer—there I was, eating enough burgers, fries, and Coke for about five people. I was sitting at this full-sized picnic table and my food took up about half of it. I was absolutely feasting. I couldn't resist, so I asked him if he wanted to go out on a date. He just outright laughed in my face and didn't even break his stride as he responded “you? In your dreams, fat boy! I'll make you a deal, if you can catch me, you can ask me out. I'd like to see that!” I saw him laugh and shake his head as he ran away smacking his ass for good measure. He certainly was confident… I would have to do something to change that.

I guess now is a good time to tell you a little bit about myself.

From a young age, I was always able to do things that other kids weren't able to do. I remember one time when I was a little kid, someone was bothering me and I got mad and I, with a wave of my hand, knocked them across the room without even touching them! When some fit kid named Jason in my gym class was being really mean when I was struggling to climb the rope in gym class, all I needed to do was wish that this stupid fit kid knew what it was like to be fat and then I felt this electrical charge run through my body and before I knew it, I saw this formerly fit kid start to get fatter and fatter and fatter. The strange thing was that this kid and I seemed to be the only two aware of it because no one was even paying attention to this kid gaining tons of weight in a matter of seconds, but when this kid started to freak out about gaining over 100 pounds in a few seconds, that was when people started to turn to him. The kid started to freak out saying “I'm fat I'm fat!” Panic in his eyes, he grabbed his ever-expanding gut, as his clothes started to expand and evolve to fit his new body. Not only would the clothes growing in size, they were also changing in style so as he got fatter, The clothes that he wore to gym seemed to match the type of clothes that you would expect him to wear at that size. I was freaked out too, because I was 10 feet off the ground and that electrical charge that went through me when I wished he was fat almost caused me to fall off the rope… and it was a ten-foot fall.

Happily, I managed to use the last of my strength to hold on to that rope and even climb up another foot or two as this formerly fit kid was watching his body get bigger and bigger. It only took a second for the other kids in the gym class to laugh at the kid and said “Jason, you're just figuring that out? You didn't know you were a fat ass before?” I looked over at Jason and his transformation seems to be complete, he looked like he was about 450 pounds from the look of him. He had giant man breasts that were resting on a huge pendulous gut that hung out so far and sunk so much lower than his shirt, that when he would raise his arms, you would see the stretch marks that covered his gut as it was hanging down. Then, a very strange thing happened… Admittedly less strange than him gaining over 200 pounds in a few seconds, but still strange nonetheless. I saw him, I was still at the top of the rope, but he seemed to be changing again. Suddenly, you could see the panic melting from his face and shifting into embarrassment. It seemed that his mind needed a minute to adjust to this new reality. It's probably a good thing, I can only imagine how tormenting it would be if you were the only one who knew what you used to look like and no one else could remember but you. That's the kind of shit they could drive someone crazy. I'm not even sadistic enough to want to drive someone crazy.

I saw Jason look embarrassed and tug his shirt down a little bit and told everybody, in a pleading tone, to just leave him alone. I talked with him after and he didn't even remember making the comment to me and nobody else did either. He even mentioned how impressed he was that I, as another fat person managed to climb so high on that rope and mentioned that he wished he would be able to climb that high some day. That was the first time I ever knew that I could do that to another guy, but it wasn't the last time. I tried doing things like that to change how I looked, but I was never able to. I thought about trying to lose weight, but I really love trying to eat as much as I possibly can at every meal, so I guess I'm just going to have to deal with being fat, but I'm not about to deal with being bullied.

I think that's enough backstory, let's return to the action. So, it was another day with me eating a big meal in front of the McDonald's but this day was going to be special. I made sure to go to the McDonald's early and by the time the runner got there, always at the same time, like clockwork, I was already finishing most of the food and was feeling quite full. I was also dressed in running gear, something similar to what Jason was wearing at the end of that gym class. Funnily enough, I would see Jason every once in a while over the next few years of school until I graduated high school. He’d gained a little bit more weight after that, but he never did lose the weight. I guess one of the things that changed is that his safety net that kept him motivated to stay fit disappeared along with his figure; so he never had any motivation or inspiration to ever even imagine losing that weight. We actually hung out quite a bit after that because it was nice to have someone who would eat as much as me for lunch at the cafeteria. We always went to the pizza place next to the school after class because neither of us was able to get enough lunch at the cafeteria. I think eventually he ended up going to College online and now he has some tech job where he works from home. He ended up marrying a nice, heavier girl and I think they're expecting a kid soon.

Anyway, where was I? So the meal was over and I saw the runner approaching and I called to him while he was still far away from the McDonald's “I’ve got my running clothes on, are you ready for that date?” I knew the answer would be no, but I was happy that he at least broke his stride briefly because he was laughing too hard. “Honey, even if you lost 200 pounds… You're never going to look good enough to go out with a guy like me. Just go back to eating your fattening garbage and enjoy the eye candy… God knows you must love your candy, look at you!”

That was the last straw. I put those words clear in my mind looked at him and I could feel once again that energy coursing through me like electricity. I saw him panicked for a moment and look at me, a look both frightened and hurt forming in his eyes. I could see his abs disappear first and get replaced by soft, buttery fat. Then, that gut started to grow and grow and grow until it turned into a gut that stuck out in front of him. It was at this point that I would estimate he was at about 250 pounds but his skin still looked as golden as ever. I was also at this point that his stride completely stopped as he started to expand and expand in front of this McDonald's. I saw his waistline expand and his gut started to sag and his man boobs started to sag as well and then eventually his man boobs started to rest on his gut as his gut hung lower and lower with all the weight of his jiggly, new fat. It was at this point that I would say he was near 300 pounds, but I've always been terrible at estimating weights.

“What the fuck are you doing? Why is this happening to me? I have a boyfriend, he's never going to want me like this!”

Believe or not, I knew a little bit about his boyfriend. Not because of any magical powers though, just because I happen to have friends, and we gossip. I knew this boyfriend of his was a knockout, but I also knew that his boyfriend slept around while he was going on runs. This guy, getting fat in front of me may have been a jerk but he didn't deserve someone cheating on him, and I knew he deserved someone who really loved him for who he was… once he became someone better; but I was helping with that.

His gut started to expand outward from there and he started to get wider and wider as we both watched his gut get even larger as he zoomed past 350 pounds. “Seriously man,” he shouted, panicked “I’ll do whatever the fuck you want, but leave me alone! It's not my fault you're some kind of fat loser!”

I really wanted to at least have him get a devoted boyfriend out of this deal, but he was making it very difficult for me to be nice to him. His gut grew heavier and wider, as it occupied more and more space around his torso. I was very happy to see that his arms were starting to expand as well. I loved it when a fat guy had upper arms that looked like hams, they were so wide; and this guy was getting them.

His gut started to expand even wider now, and it started to force his arms out a little bit, so they couldn't rest straight down because there was now fat in the way in every direction now. Like I said, I'm not sure how big he was but I imagined he was about as big as I was right now. I knew this because I saw him freak out for a second and try to grab his dick. I know the feeling, but I knew he'd adapt because I’d done this before. It was at this point that the gains slowed a little bit, because I've never really gotten a guy fatter than I currently am right now. I could see the panic in his face as he looked down upon his monstrously obese frame.

“Seriously dude, you have no right to do this! My boyfriend is never going to let me in the house with me looking so fat and gross!” he tried to hold his gut and shake it, but his gut was now so heavy that he couldn't really shake all of it because there was so much fat hanging down.

“You can do better than him. I know you can. Do you know what, or rather, who he's doing while you're on your runs? You need to find someone who can really care about you for you. I think this will help you realize there’s more to a person than just the physical.”

He looked at me, with anger and hatred, his weight gain slowing. “Who the fuck do you think you are some fat, McDonald’s eating Doctor Phil wannabe? I know James has been cheating on me, everybody fucking knows that! Did you know that while he's doing his spinning classes that I'm fucking his best friend? It’s an open relationship, asshole! He cheats, I cheat. Fair is fair! I don't need to explain my shit to him and he doesn't need to explain his shit to me… and neither of us needs to explain ourselves to some fat loser like you! I'd still rather be with a hot, sexy fucking guy than some overweight garbage-eating pig like you!”

That was it. That was the moment when I stopped giving a shit about that guy. I thought this transformation would cause him to learn something about himself and learn to appreciate what's deep down inside someone, but it didn't. In all honesty, my original plan was to just cause him to get really fat, and then reverse it. Then, when he started acting like a little bit more of an asshole, I thought I would make him fat and then get him someone that'll really appreciate him for who he is, like I did with that guy back in school. I ended up setting Jason up with that girl, way back then. I knew they would be perfect for each other after he put on that weight and got a little bit more sensitive and caring. I also knew that he would've never given her the time of day when he was a fit jock. The two of them couldn't be happier. That was my second plan. Then I found out all of that shit about him having sex with his boyfriend's best friend? Fuck that shit. This guy was going down.

Lost for a moment in my reverie, I didn't even noticed that Emir was still yelling at me and it was only when I saw him rush towards me to give me a hard shove that I even knew what was going on. I felt this second powerful jolt flow from my body into his and with a little fear; I thought I knew what was going to happen next.

This guy looked down with a little fear and trepidation as his gut grew outward more and more. He'd only gained a little bit more weight before the fat in between his thighs ended up forcing his legs a little bit more apart. He did this little stumble as his legs spread a little bit further apart as his body continued to get fatter. He was now clearly fatter than I was. I was very happy to see that he was a guy that ended up gaining weight all over his body, so his fingers and his face and his neck—but especially his butt and thighs—really started to widen. I love it when I can see a guy who’s gotten so fat that he has fat rolls on his thighs, and this guy was starting to become that fat.

His whole body just started to get wider & droopier as more and more fat piled on his frame. I saw his legs were spread out at a steep angle as more and more fat crowded onto his body and his shorts changed and expanded with his body. I knew he was at least over 500 pounds by now, but was approaching 600 pounds very quickly. My favorite part of the transformation started happening now, when his shorts stopped expanding as quickly as he did, because he had gotten to such a weight that he wouldn't bother to replace his pants until they started to get so tight they were cutting off circulation. He was really starting to become a wide load.

The fat kept on coming and coming and coming. It was about then that I noticed a very wide mobility scooter materialize behind him. He had gotten so fat that he didn't walk very far anymore, because he would rather use the scooter. Every part of him was still expanding, as he started to look almost as wide as he was tall. His gut kept on getting bigger and wider, as his body expanded and expanded, finally slowing down somewhere north of 700 pounds. I don't know how well he could even move anymore because he hadn't taken a step since the second round of weight gain.

I smiled right then, as I saw him lift up his massive gut. I saw that his hands couldn't even reach the bottom of his gut and I knew that he had gotten so fat that he wouldn't be able to beat off anymore. I loved the fact that this guy, who not only took it for granted that everyone found him sexy, but had also taken it for granted that he had someone who wanted to be in his life and yet he would rather screw around, couldn’t even please himself anymore.

I knew I had only a few minutes before everything in his life started to change and adapt to this new reality so I knew I needed to be brief. I backed away about five or 10 steps and I looked him square in the eyes, his panic wearing off and confusion taking its place. “I’ve done this before, and I know that you only have a few seconds before your whole life starts to adapt to this new reality” I motioned to his stomach and the panic returned. “You once told me that if I wanted to go on a date with you, that I would need to catch you, or else you wouldn't give me the time of day; so I have the power to reverse this, but I’ll only do it if you can catch me before you forget about your old life, which should happen in about a minute or two. After that, you will totally forget about your boyfriend and your old life. Everything about your old life will adapt to this new reality: your friends, your apartment, and your career choices. It's already started.” I motioned to the mobility scooter behind him, which had already expanded a little bit to accommodate his new larger girth.

Emir looked frightened and shocked. “I would imagine you only have about a minute or two before you forget everything about that life and you will never even remember that you were ever fit. You only have about two minutes to reverse this before the idea that you could become thin in a matter of minutes will seems as ludicrous as the idea that you could gain hundreds of pounds in a matter of minutes would've seemed even an hour ago. I suggest we start. Catch me if you can!”

I started walking away at only a brisk walking pace and I hear him thundering behind me in this unsteady waddle like a baby animal learning to walk for the first time, which is kind of what he was, with all of this new fat everywhere. He looked like a human lava lamp… it was glorious.

I looked back and I saw that he was gaining on me by just a little bit so I moved into just the slightest of jogs and I saw him trailing further and further behind as he desperately struggled to move faster than a slow waddle. We had made it to the edge of the parking lot and I could see him slowing down. I knew it was beginning. I could see the change around the eyes first, as he forgot momentarily why he was chasing me or why he was trying to move so fast. Then I could see him looking confused as to why he was waddling around in just an oversized pair of basketball shorts and no shirt. Then I saw him wondering as to why he was chasing this thinner man (me at 450 pounds or so). After another moment of walking, he stopped. He was more out of breath from that a few dozen feet of jogging than he was after running for goodness knows how many miles.

When I saw him stop completely and it looked like he had adapted completely to his new life, I went over to tap him on the shoulder and ask him if he's okay. He told me that he was and introduced himself. He told me that his name was Emir and I introduced myself. He asked me if I was hungry, and I smiled a small half smile. I told him “of course, I can always eat.”

He laughed and just said “me too” as he waddled back to his mobility scooter where a shirt has been draped over the back of the seat. “Sorry, I took off the shirt because it's just getting way too small. And it's just so hot today!” He said this as he struggled to get this shirt on and pull it down over his massive gut and love handles. Without even thinking, I saw him reach behind the mobility scooter and pull something out of a backpack, it appeared to be one of those sticks with a grabber arm at the end and it was covered in sticky rubber. Without even thinking, he used this grabber arm to finish pulling his shirt down over his enormous gut. I smiled at this, because the transformation was complete. The man who ran past that McDonald's making fun of me and showing off his amazing body was absolutely gone, and buried under a mountain of glistening fat.

It was then that I saw him put away the reaching stick and plop himself down onto the mobility scooter, causing the whole thing to shake. I saw what he meant about his shirt being way too small, at least 4 inches of gut was hanging down between his legs. He had gotten so fat that his gut was forcing his legs apart at a shocking angle and hanging down well below the seat of the mobility scooter. Everyone passing by could see at least 4 inches of golden belly fat hanging down below the seat.

I smiled seeing that there was a pocket at the side of the mobility scooter to the left & it was full of junk food and candy, and there was a pocket to the right of the mobility scooter that was full of empty junk food and candy wrappers. Even though he was so fat he couldn't even get around anymore, it didn't stop him from sitting in that chair eating everything he could. I even knew why the pocket with the junk food was to the left, because the controls for the mobility scooter were on the right side, so he could grab some junk food out of the pocket and eat it while he was navigating his mobility scooter, getting even fatter.

It was then that I got a little bit of a shock.

For the first time, I felt myself change a little bit. I looked down at myself. My muscles had gotten a little bit bigger and my gut had gotten a little bit smaller. I felt my own powers fading and my old memories disappearing. I looked down and I saw my muscles getting a little bit bigger and my gut shrink so that it looked more like a ball belly now. I now looked a little bit like a muscle chub too.

I felt stronger as the last little bit of what my life used to be started to fade. I guess when Emir shoved me in the middle of the transformation, he must've done something to my powers—because just as my memories were fading, I heard Emir say “ready honey?”

It was at that moment this new reality started to replace the old, and I realized that before this moment, I was almost never in a relationship, and now these new memories made it clear that this lovely man and I had been together for seven wonderful years.

Just as my old memories were starting to fade and disappear, I was reminded that the man that I'm with now was the same man who was cheating on his boyfriend in his previous life. I became very grateful that this man, this formerly fit runner, who was now so fat he could barely move, was having trouble moving more than 10 feet—because that meant that I could trust him to be loyal, and to be mine.

This was the last thought I had before all of my old memories disappeared; and as I went to the door, about 340 pounds. I held open both doors so my rotund husband could wheel himself into the McDonald’s for some dinner, like we did every night. It reminded me that that's actually how we met in the first place. We were two fatter guys who happened to have dinner at the same McDonald’s every night and decided one night to start talking. How can I forget that that's how we met? I don't know what was wrong with me; my brain has been so fuzzy lately. I reached down and gave my sweetheart a kiss and a hug as he wheeled himself into the McDonald's and I followed, content.

The End.

I wish someone else would post this because if I post it, it’s gonna flop, but I’m very curious to hear in the tags from other writers: what is the dumbest story you ever wrote, finished, and shared with others in some capacity and what was it about? If it gets more than 10 notes, I’ll share my answer to this which is it’s about a wizard making someone fat outside of a McDonald’s.

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Rules of the Game- Chapter 1

My first fanfic, so be nice (but I will gratefully accept constructive criticism) <3

Full Chapter Index here.

If you want to read and comment on AO3, it's here (I'm darkbelle on there).

More detailed tags and warnings over there. For now: dead dove, kidnapping, violence, non-con, you get the picture.

Chapter 1: Misdirection

“You’re not leaving, are you, Y/N?”. 

Ms. Rutherford, the librarian at Galesburg Community Library, looked up suspiciously, abandoning her book stamping duties to ask you this. She had always been very particular about the volunteers sticking to their scheduled hours. It was almost sinful you were leaving earlier than expected. 

You turned from exiting the front entrance to face the help desk, piled high with books waiting to be stamped for return and shelved with their neighbors. You thought you might have sneaked out without a fuss. You suppressed a smirk as she pushed her glasses up her nose slightly. She was a walking stereotype of your typical librarian, old and stern, but you had to admit her book recommendations were superlative. Recently you’d been on a Brontë binge and you and Ms. Rutherford had had several (admittedly) heated discussions over the better sister; she was Camp Emily, you Team Charlotte. 

“My ride let me down at lunch, so I need to set off home earlier today,” you replied “but I’ll be back right on time tomorrow!”

“What else can you expect from young men these days? Really, to let a young lady walk alone at night, and with that deviant on the loose, no less!” 

You stifled a laugh and instead exhaled through your nose in amusement. “Ms. Rutherford, first of all, it's 4pm, and honestly, it’s no big deal, it’s not the first time I’ve had to walk home by myself, I’m a big girl! See you bright and early tomorrow!” You turned quickly to avoid a tirade of criticisms about the current generation of young men, which you were very well aware of. As you pushed open the double oak doors of the library, you couldn’t help ponder that Jonathon, your boyfriend of just over a year now, had pissed you off when he had told you last minute he had plans with friends to drink beer and watch football. How original. 

These thoughts disappeared as you stepped outside. You weren’t going to let it bother you. Glass half full, Y/N, you thought to yourself: at least the weather was nice. Although lugging your bookbag in this heat wasn’t ideal, you weren’t going to complain about the weather being so pleasant this late into fall.

Hopping down the stone steps of the library, you thought about another thing that Ms. Rutherford had said- that deviant. It still made you uneasy thinking about the recent spate of missing young boys, especially when you had known one of them. Only distantly, but it still made your stomach turn to think about. It was hard to try and forget though, between the near empty streets at night and the endless rows of MISSING posters that desperate families kept pasting to every fence, streetlight and store window in Galesburg.  

At least at this time of day, most kids had gone straight home from school. Even with leaving the library early, you were able to avoid them. It seemed that all they could talk about these days was ‘the grabber’, as they’d so unashamedly nicknamed him. This moniker spread quickly throughout their friendship circles; it even started to be used by the police, newspapers and TV stations. The speculation about who ‘the grabber’ was gonna get next, the whispered dares to say his name three times in the mirror, as if he were some bogeyman, set your teeth on edge. He was real, not an urban legend to tell ghost stories about. Most kids seemed to forget that they were the ones at risk. Had it gotten colder or was it just these thoughts making you shiver? 

You started to drift away from these ruminations, thinking instead about the large takeout pizza you were gonna order and have with a cold beer once you got home. Extra mushrooms too, which Jonathon hated, to ensure he wouldn’t eat your leftovers. That’ll teach him. Whilst practically drooling over this thought, you heard a sudden rush of steps behind you. Too late to turn around, an arm collided into your own. 

A kid (barely a teenager judging by his size) had flown right into you. Knocking you slightly off balance, he turned but didn’t stop, holding out both hands in a ‘whoops, my bad’ sort of gesture. You noticed tape on the palms that he held up. Must have wrapped them up himself, probably he’d been fighting and had to bandage his knuckles. He did look like a scrappy little thing. 

“Hey, sorry guapa!” he called, turning forward once more and racing on ahead once it was clear you weren’t hurt. You smiled and shook your head, shouting after him down the street. 

“Be careful, kid!” He was already gone, turning the corner about 30 yards ahead of you. 

As you turned right at the same corner half a minute later, a strange scene presented itself, making you stop in your tracks. Crouched on the sidewalk a few feet in front of you was a man with ashy brown-gray hair down to his shoulders, muttering to himself as he tried to collect what looked like a litany of spilled groceries. Looking past him, parked on the curb a little way back was a matte black van with faint green text etched on the side. Even further up the road, you could just make out the young boy still in a rush to get someplace. The crouched figure looked less than enthused and didn’t see that another person was standing just a few feet away from him.

You regained your senses. “Oh! Here, lemme help you,” you volunteered, beginning to grab a couple of oranges that had rolled near to where you were standing.

“No, it’s fine, I got it,” a gravelly voice answered, clearly annoyed at the situation. And why wouldn’t he be? You saw the spilled milk and broken eggs over the sidewalk, things that would have to be replaced. 

“Are you sure? Sorry that kid knocked you over, but I don’t think everything’s ruined,” you said hopefully as you held up the oranges to inspect them. 

“The kid didn’t knock–” the surly voice ceased speaking as he looked up at you. 

A moment of silence followed as the man stood up slowly. You were taken aback by his appearance, his face covered in what seemed to be greasepaint, the top half of his visage hidden by a pair of dark, clunky sunglasses. He must have easily been six feet tall, wearing all black save for a blood-red turtleneck under his silk shirt. Your stomach shifted, suddenly feeling somewhat uneasy around this stranger standing mere feet from you. 

His voice was different when he next spoke; a friendly, almost childish intonation. “Uh, what I meant to say was, I’m sure that boy didn’t mean to bump me like that. I’m normally such a klutz without anyone helping me along!” he smiled goofily, a row of slightly crooked white teeth now visible.

Your silence and continued look of worry was evident, and he spoke again apologetically:

“Oh, uh, sorry for all this,” - here he held both hands up, ringed fingers outstretched, pointing towards his face in an exaggerated gesture - “but my costume isn’t complete. Would you mind passing me my hat, dear?”

Here he gestured theatrically with an arm, guiding your line of sight to a black top hat sat amongst the broken eggs. Feeling only a little reassured by his friendly tone, you stooped to retrieve it. You passed it to him, both of you stretching an arm to cover the distance between you, and as he grabbed the rim he flipped it expertly and it landed on his head. He gave a bow, the vaudevillian look complete, and you huffed out a half-laugh, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in. 

After explaining that he was a part time magician, hence the ridiculous outfit, and the van emblazoned with the line ABRACADABRA- ENTERTAINMENT AND SUPPLIES, you both started to pick up what was salvageable from the spilled mess on the sidewalk. He insisted you needn’t help, but you insisted even more that it was no bother. He put the rescued groceries into the back of his van and promptly slammed the door closed. 

“Well, thank you again, you’ve been such a good girl helping me out here.”

You were about to reply for the twentieth time with ‘no problem’, but sensed a strange look come over the man’s face, a vacant, contemplative gaze that you couldn’t place. Before you could speak he interjected, cognizant again.

“Say, you’re not my usual audience, but would you like to see a magic trick, dove?”

Once more, you were taken aback, this time by the strange nickname the man had used, but you’d concluded he was what your mother might have called ‘an eccentric’. You had also unabashedly concluded that this man was charming and (under the facepaint and glasses) really quite handsome, despite the fact he was old enough to be your father. You played ball, nodding at his request.

He chuckled almost imperceptibly under his breath and took a couple of paces towards you. With an elaborate wave of his hand, he reached towards the right side of your face, grazing your cheek as he tucked some hair behind your ear. You hoped you weren’t blushing too much at this spectacle. A shiny quarter was retrieved, and you couldn’t help but smile widely. 

The misdirection of this trick became apparent when you noticed too late the man’s other arm come swinging towards your face at full force, his fist making contact with your jaw with a thundering crack. 

Your body hit the hard sidewalk below you. White hot pain seared through your face. Too shocked to even scream. You felt yourself sitting up, holding yourself on unsteady, wobbling arms. Your vision spun furiously and you recognized the click of a car door opening somewhere in your mind. Whilst you willed yourself to get up and escape the situation, an arm grabbed your chest from behind and in an instant an acrid taste entered your mouth, preemptively choking out any screams you might have attempted. The same spray misted your eyes and it stung like hell. If your body was slow to react to the first hit, it was molasses now. You felt a tight pressure under both of your arms. It was him. He was dragging you to his van. This wasn’t going to end well unless your body at least attempted to move. 

You felt yourself hauled like a sack of flour onto the hard floor of the van. Last chance, both your feet still touched the outside ground, and your mind begged you to do something. Too late. You felt the man’s bulky frame straddling you as he climbed into the van himself, dragging you underneath him further into the vehicle. Your bare arms and legs were stippled with splinters as you were tugged roughly along the wooden flooring, but this pain hardly registered to you compared with the excruciating burning your face felt and the sting from the man’s initial blow. A thud of doors told you he’d now trapped you inside. 

Only now did your sluggish body begin to react. You flailed your arms wildly, though your legs were now firmly trapped under the man’s weight, and your voice was a raspy whisper, clearly from whatever spray had hit you full in the face. As you fumbled blindly with your hands balled into fists, you felt your left hand hit something solid and heard a vicious growl. You’d managed to hit the figure mounted on top of you. A small victory for only a moment; hands suddenly gripped both of your wrists, and bundled them underneath him with your fettered legs. 

As you felt another blow on the side of your face, followed by another, and another, you cursed yourself. Why didn’t you fight back sooner? Or run after that first blow? Why did you talk to a stranger at all? These questions and more exploded in your mind, but began to fade as you sank into unconsciousness.

Al thought it such a shame about that rude young boy. Running past without even offering to help him. Shame too; looked like he had some fight in him. He was going to chalk it up as a bad job, maybe even try another street elsewhere, then she came. This was unexpected. He had closed his van and was going to thank her for her help, when he had called her that- a good girl, he’d said. The idea struck him in seconds. Why not? If the game didn’t work out as planned, who would know? No one who would live to tell the tale. She’s older than the other boys by quite a margin, but he’s still bigger and stronger than her, maybe it could still serve his purposes for the game. And she was a woman- even if naughty boy didn’t work, there were other things that could be done before dispatching her in a shallow grave with the others. Al thought meditatively for a long time on the drive home, the sun just beginning to set on the warm Denver evening.

[sabinemorans]

Roll for Seduction

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 4K+

NSFW Warnings 18+ ONLY: penetrative sex, some teasing, condoms used

You caught up with Eddie briefly after school. Walking down the hallway near each other wasn’t going to arouse suspicion since it was crowded and it gave you an opportunity to confirm what time he wanted you over. While everyone was chatting loudly and racing to get out, you caught his eye meaningfully and he winked. 

“7:30,” he mouthed and you nodded before speeding up to walk closer to your friends. He watched you go with a dreamy look in his eyes, then raced to his car. He had some cleaning to do.  

His uncle worked the night shift so he’d be gone until dawn the next day, giving you and Eddie ample time to have a romantic evening that would end-if all went well-with the two of you passed out in each other’s arms. Eddie stopped in the middle of cleaning his room and smiled so big it hurt his cheeks. He was going to absolutely, positively, blow you away. 

A couple of hours later, his uncle was gone and after a couple of deals were made for extra cash Eddie was waiting impatiently for you to arrive. He’d cleaned his room up (it wasn’t really dirty, just messy), ordered pizza for you both and even tidied up the common area of the trailer. There were even some special items he’d placed in easily accessible areas in his room-you know, for later. 

7:25. He had gone ahead and got you what you always got to drink and set it next to his beer when he heard a knock. A knock in the same pattern he’d used earlier. Eddie practically tripped over his own feet to get to the door and when he yanked it open and saw you standing there his head felt fluttery. God…he loved you. Confessing fully hadn’t been on the table tonight in his original plans but…maybe it would be later. 

“Hey handsome~” You purr, boldly pushing in past him and shutting the door behind you without looking. Your hands slide up his torso, starting at his hips and coming up, up, up until they tangle in his hair for the second time that day. The memory of the abandoned classroom burst into Eddie’s mind and he had to fight the urge to fall to his knees before you. He had a plan dammit! A very sexy, romantic plan and by God he was gonna execute it! “Did you miss me?”

He leaned down and kissed you softly, his arms coming around to squeeze you to him so once again there was little space between your bodies. He slipped his tongue inside only briefly before moving his soft lips to your neck and ear. “Mmm…so fucking much. I touched your panties in my back pocket all day and guess what?” 

Your nose was nuzzling his neck, just as desperate for him as he was for you and you made an inquisitive noise. 

“I aced my test. I think they’re a lucky charm now.” 

“Oh baby, that's great! I’m sure that was just us studying hard though and not my panties. You dirty boy, I can’t believe you even took them.” You were mockingly upset but he saw through it, shaking his head slightly. He’d felt your fingers tighten ever so slightly when he brought them up, you were turned on by it too. 

“Now I think I’ve gotta start doing it often. Maybe I’ll ace all my tests if I have a little piece of you with me every day.” The soft whimper that left your lips at the thought of being bare beneath those skirts and cute little shorts you wore made him groan in response and cup the back of your neck to bring you closer. “Mmm you like that idea huh? I can do it for the rest of the year and then when we graduate, and run off together I won’t have to hide anything. I’ll put something for you on my battle vest and wear it proudly wherever I go.” 

“Oh Eddie…” Your eyes became wide with wonder and emotion, love specifically he hoped. Your lips pressed to his and his hands slid down to your ass to grab it firmly, a sigh of relief flooding through his body at tasting you again. You’d had another New Coke in the few hours the two of you had been apart and he smiled into the kiss. 

“You taste like Coke…” 

“M’sorry,” you mumble while he peppers your mouth and cheeks with soft kisses. “I know you don’t like the taste.”

“Mmm…no it’s ok. It’s fine. I’d rather taste it from you, you make everything taste good.” Eddie runs his nose along yours, thumbs playing with your jugular vein. He strokes it softly so you sigh sweetly and become putty in his hands. 

“Fuckin’ smooth talker,” you mumble against his lips when he kisses you again. 

“Yeah, you love it. C'mon let’s eat. You fed me so let me feed you sweetheart.” Eddie leads you to the couch and doesn’t let your hand go until he absolutely has to. 

“My favorite pizza and you have a drink for me, all nice and ready! Aren’t you the sweetest? If I didn’t know you were a good boy I’d say you’ve done something naughty, Eddie Baby.” You lean into his side and give his cheek a lingering kiss, which makes him eager for more. The words ‘good boy’ sent a shiver down his body and he gulped slightly, looking over at you already eating your slice with relish. You caught his gaze and winked, no doubt noticing the flush on his cheeks. 

Eddie stumbles for words for a second and ends up just taking a swig of his beer. He could see you giggling out of the corner of his eye and felt warmth flood through him. You were so gonna get it. 

The two of you ate and laughed and watched TV, which was overall one of the most perfect dates that could happen. Eddie loved being with you, no matter if you were poking fun at his shows (he loved the Twilight Zone and Macgyver), listening to him practice guitar, or just sitting near him and reading. Having you close enough that he could sniff your hair or press a kiss to your skin was paradise to him and since you lived in suburbia it was hard to have a normal kind of date like this. 

“Where do your parents think you are?” He asks curiously, playing with your hair. One arm was around you to keep you pressed into his side-always needing you as close as possible. The hand that wasn’t playing with your hair was sliding along your bare arm, dipping under the sleeve of your t-shirt occasionally. It hadn’t escaped his notice that you were wearing your gym clothes, the gray Hawkins High t-shirt and the green athletic shorts and it made him wonder briefly if you had your own plans for tonight. You two had met in gym your freshman year after all and it was most definitely when you’d fallen in love so of course he had an attachment to your uniform. 

You snuggled closer to him, sliding a hand along his chest and humming a bit at the feel of him. “Robin’s. Even though I gave up band, we’re still friends and she can keep a secret. I’ll probably catch a ride with her and Steve tomorrow morning.” 

Eddie grunted at the mention of Steve Harrington. He didn’t hate the guy, they just weren’t exactly on good terms. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and a grin. He frowns. “What are you grinning at?” 

“Nothing,” you purred, leaning up to kiss his cheek, your hand sliding up his chest to cup his face. Eddie hums softly and automatically brings his hands up to your hips as you move to straddle him. When you’re sitting right on his dick through his jeans he sighs with happiness. 

“It’s not nothing sweetheart. C’mon tell me.” Before I lose my patience and fuck you right here, he thinks. 

“I just think it’s cute that you act jealous of Steve, even though you have nothing to worry about.” Pulling back from planting soft kisses on his cheek that made his toes curl, you had a smile on your face a mile wide. 

“Nothing to worry about huh?” His hands grip your hips tighter and rock you ever so slightly on his hardening cock. Your weight alone had gotten things started and it wouldn’t be long before he was bursting at the seams to be buried inside you. “You sure? He’s not gonna do something with his hair and make you swoon?” 

It was a joke, yet he still felt his mouth tighten a little at the thought. But you laughed, loud and bright making his heart swell with love. 

“No! Of course not! Steve’s hair is nice but…” Fingers slipping into his hair, your face was suddenly right in his with your next words ghosting across his lips like a promise. “I prefer a rockstar look more.” 

Swallowing hard Eddie kisses you passionately, moaning into your mouth while he gropes at your ass. “Now who’s the smooth talker?” He mumbles against your lips.

When he feels like he’ll die if he doesn’t breathe he pulls back and quickly pulls you to his room. All the mess was cleaned, his covers washed and there was even a second pillow on his bed for you but he barely gave you time to notice. 

Out of habit Eddie locks his bedroom door and then is on you again, tongue taking up residence in your sweet mouth while his hands worship the soft skin under your shirt. You aren’t idle though, not simply content to enjoy his touch on you, your own hands scramble under his clothes to feel him back. His battle vest and his leather jacket were both off in a flash. You tried to pull up his Hellfire Club shirt but he caught your hands in his.

Big brown eyes blown wide with need, Eddie kisses your knuckles then pushes you onto his bed. “Not so fast sweetheart, I’ve got plans for you tonight. Let’s slow it down a little.” He winks, and feels accomplished when you pout at him. You were so fucking cute when you did that. 

“But Eddie,” you whined as you kicked your shoes and socks off but not taking your eyes off him. “I’ve been thinking about you all day…”

“And I’ve been thinking about you sweetheart, but just trust me. I wanna enjoy you, all of you as much as I can. You trust me right?” Eddie had tossed his boots and socks to the side and had started working on his belt when he noticed you hadn’t answered him. Belt open and hanging down from his jeans he looked up, finding your eyes glued to his ringed hands on the leather. He chuckled, making you jump and meet his eyes finally. “Distracted already huh? You wanna finish this for me?” 

You swallow hard and nod. Your legs open wider without you conscious of it as he steps forward. Your face is level with his still clothed stomach and when you press a kiss to it Eddie can’t help but groan a little. You were just so fucking sweet…

 The belt came off slowly and Eddie even let you get so far as to unbutton his jeans before he stopped you. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “Now can you answer me? You trust me right?” 

You nod, then wet your lips. “With all my heart Eddie…” 

“Good.” With confirmation Eddie strips off his shirt and drops it, his cock throbbing as he looks at the absolute neediness in your eyes. He’d never found himself super attractive or unattractive but the way you looked at him with your eyes raking over his lean body made him feel like the most beautiful man in the world. He lets you run your hands along his now bare torso while he ties his hair back in a low messy bun; then he moves your dominant hand into his jeans, onto the bulge in his boxers. 

“Fuck, Eddie…you’re so hard already…” You were practically drooling for him, your thumb running along his hard length while your hips slightly ground against his bed.

“Shit that feels good,” Eddie moans, sliding his hand up and down your arm for a moment and then scooping you up under your armpits and moving you onto the pillows. He yanks his jeans off before crowding you on the bed, arms on either side of you while his mouth takes control of yours. Your hands run down his back and your legs come up to wrap around his waist tightly. He lets out a guttural noise at your nails digging into his skin and ruts himself against you, his cock beginning to leak with need. 

When his hands move down under your ass to get you at an even better angle something finally clicks. He pulls back, breathless and looks down at you. 

“What’s wrong?” You’re panting, lips kiss swollen and your eyes go wide as his hands slip under your shorts to grab you skin to skin. You yelp and cling to his shoulders in surprise. “E-Eddie!” 

Eddie grins and squeezes the soft flesh beneath his calloused fingers. He’s rutting again now but slower, tortuously slower. “You’re not wearing any panties…I can’t believe I didn’t notice before! You changed clothes but kept going without huh? Didn’t want me to take another trophy?” 

“What?? N-No I-I just…I just didn’t uhm…” You floundered. His smug look has that cute little crease in your brow showing up and you opened your mouth to speak but instead only a deep, greedy moan came out. He’d rolled his hips perfectly against you. You whined and clutched at him harder. “Mean…” 

Eddie lowers his mouth to yours and teasingly licks at your lower lip, dragging it out so you squeeze him hard with your thighs. “Watch your mouth baby before I fuck it and leave this pretty pussy empty. You don’t want that do you?” 

You whined again and shook your head. He smirked. “Didn’t think so.” 

He slowly untangles himself from your limbs to begin undressing you. Your shorts are slid off with kisses to the inside of your knees and then he’s over you again, pulling up your shirt with his teeth while making heavy eye contact that has you both shivering. When that’s also discarded he leans back with a hand on his cock, stroking it over his shorts to admire you. His warm brown eyes take you in from your heaving chest to your already glistening folds and Eddie lets out a breath of sheer awe. No matter how many times he saw you like this it would never cease to amaze him. That you were here with him, bared and wanting him as much as he wanted you. 

Eddie looks into your eyes and says the words he’s been thinking of for years out loud. “I love you.”

He hears your breath catch, worry shooting through him suddenly only for a wave of relief to wash over him when you sit up and cup his face in your hands. You’re both smiling like idiots suddenly and Eddie nuzzles into your palm lovingly.

 “Oh Eddie, I love you too. There’s no one else for me but you, you got that? Just me and you, Munson. Forever.” 

 “Forever, sweetheart…” Eddie whispers, mouth crushing against yours briefly before he reaches into the top drawer of his nightstand. Swallowing hard Eddie pulls out a condom from the waiting box in there, and is sliding between your soaked lips once it’s on. As he lines himself up, one hand cupping your face he promises, “one day, I’m gonna make you a Munson too.” 

With complete relish he watches your eyes widen at his words and then flutter closed as he sinks inside you, a deep groan escaping his chest. Your body arches against his and Eddie leans his head down to your shoulder as if in prayer, mumbling against the skin. His pace is slow but deep, filling you completely and feeling every little twitch of you around him. Deep groans leave your chest, your hands sliding down his bare back in such a sweet caress Eddie finds himself whining softly into your ear. His hands slide underneath your ass to pop your hips up more, angling himself deeper to make you cry out. 

“Fuck-Eddie,” you gasped against him, your mouth pressing wet and needy kissed along his shoulder while your thighs squeezed him around the waist. 

“Yeah babydoll? You like it?” It was fucking torture for him to fuck you so slow like this, to feel your heat around him so totally then leave it-only to plunge back in at the same pace but he could endure it if it meant a harder orgasm for you. Eddie could endure a lot of things to give you pleasure or even just to make you smile. His teeth graze your ear teasingly and then he’s pulling back and sitting up on his knees while still buried in you. 

He pushes back his bangs which are a bit sweaty now from his forehead and suddenly grins at you. 

“What?” You ask once you realize he’s grinning, wetting your lips a little. 

“Nothing, I just like watching your eyes wander…” Your gaze has gone from his face to his bicep and then down his chest, lingering on his tattoos. It made him feel warm inside to know you were visually struck by him. Watching you lustfully look at him gave him confidence like nothing else did. Eddie drags his hand down his chest and his lean stomach, his cock throbbing at the sight of you eagerly watching this movement. When he reaches between the two of you he lets a callused finger brush against your clit. 

You gasp, your body involuntarily pulsing around his cock making him lean his head back and moan. “Fuck…you feel so perfect.”

He shivered when your hand reached down to grasp at his hand on your thigh, stroking the top with your nails lightly. Goddammit you were so fucking good. You were twitching under his thumb and the gentle circle he was making with it and slowly, again making it torture for you both he began to pump in and out of your pussy. It was leaking out around him, coating him with so much slick it was becoming impossible for him to keep the torture up. Before he knew it Eddie was pushing inside faster, his thumb’s rotations becoming smaller and more focused where he knew you needed it.

The pace became desperate but not frantic-he still wants to drag it all out as best he can but you just feel too fucking good. So hot, so wet inside all for him. And your noises fuck the noises it was like you were in heaven with him inside you and it only spurred him on more. He leaned down and fucked your mouth with his tongue as he drove into you, and when you were so far gone you couldn’t kiss back his mouth assaulted your neck instead. He bit, sucked and made his mark all over both sides of your neck while praising you for taking him so well. 

“Shit-so good,” he panted into your ear as he tilted your hips up to make the angle deeper. “So good for me, god, baby I love it-I love you.”

You stuttered out that you loved him too and suddenly were moaning louder, your grip on his back tightening. “E-Eddie m-m’close,” you breathed, trying to pry your eyes open to see him. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum? Is that it? You wanna cum all over my cock huh?” Eddie pressed in fully and moved his free hand between the two of you to press on your lower stomach making you scream his name. “Cmon I wanna hear it. Can you ask me if you can cum? Can you?” 

One of your hands gripped at his hair then and tugged so deliciously hard he almost came right then. “C-can I cum baby,” you begged, your eyes open just enough to meet his. “Please? Fuck-pretty please can I? I need it so bad!” 

Goddammit he couldn’t deny you. He nodded and picked his pace back up, going so fast now that the sound of skin on skin in his tiny room was frankly obscene. Eddie watched as your breathing hitched higher and higher and you arched more off the bed. So close, so close you were making that cute face you did and your pussy was tightening around him and- 

Everything went white. You screamed his name and clamped down so hard on him his thrusts stuttered. Head tilted back to the ceiling Eddie yelled out your name without a thought to his neighbors; riding out the high while still rubbing at you, albeit a bit more lazily. You tap out when you can’t take anymore and he stops immediately. 

“Fuck…I came so hard” he says with a slight laugh, his breath coming in soft pants. “Your pussy is just too good. Like it was fuckin’ made for me. I couldn’t even last long enough for everything I’d planned...”  Not that it had at all been a waste.

You laugh from below him and pull on his hair gently to bring him down to you. He kisses you languidly, as if you both have all the time in the world. “I think it was,” you say against his lips. “Just for you…” 

“I’m a lucky guy, the luckiest guy in Hawkins.” 

“Mmmm I agree! We’re both lucky. Who else finds love so early?” You press your forehead to his and high him tight, pressing your chests together. 

Eddie lets out a soft sigh, burying his face in your neck and shrugs. “I’m just glad we did…”

***

Eventually he has to pull out of you. After some soft kisses he leaves the bed to throw the condom away and brings water and juice for you both. He has to take his hair from the bun as it had come loose from your tugging and he shakes it out. He fixes it and then takes the juice cup from you, draining the other half. He can feel your eyes on him and he turns his head slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Something catch your eye?” 

Your fingers reach out to touch the half crescents in his skin from your digging, dozens of them all over his back and you smile. “You of course. All of you. But I was thinking…what was all the stuff you had planned huh?” 

Eddie flushed a little and shrugged. “You know I just…I just wanted to last longer. Do more…stuff.” He grabs the water cup to have something to do and even as the icy cold water gives him a chill it’s not enough to break the heat of your gaze. 

“Stuff? Liiiiiike?” You prompted, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist and kissing on his shoulder softly. Goosebumps prickle along his skin and he swears he can feel your smile against him. 

“Well I…I wanted to do more positions. Really take my time with you more. Drag it out. I wanted…” Eddie looks over his shoulder at you, his gaze hot. “I wanted to wear you out so badly we’d both call out of school.” 

Even though he’d just cum he felt a twitch inside him at your reaction. Your mouth had opened slightly and you’d squirmed. He looked at you with interest, suddenly putting his glass on his nightstand and then pinning you to the bed yet again. Hands wrapped tightly around your wrists Eddie watched you wriggle beneath him with obvious want, a naughty smirk creeping onto his face. 

“Turned on again after all that? I love it… You think you could cum again for me?” 

“Mmmm…maybe after a little bit,” you confessed, biting your lip a little as you studied him. He hums, leaning down to drag his nose along yours and then along your cheek as he thinks. 

“Why don’t we rest a bit, and we’ll see what happens, Hm?” 

“Deal.” 

You snuggled up together under his covers and put your face in his neck, which made him smile into your hair. Together your breathing deepens and becomes more even, heart rates slowing almost in tandem. Before the curtain of darkness could fall over his eyes completely you asked, “Eddie? Did you mean it?” 

He grunts softly and he squeezes you a little tighter. “Mm?” 

“What you said…about making me a Munson?” 

Eddie pulled back, just enough to see your silhouette in the moonlight streaming through his window. Caressing your cheek with his thumb he murmurs, “Yeah sweetheart. I meant it with everything in me.” 

You sighed happily and nuzzled your way back into your spot in the crook of his neck. “Good. It’s a plan then. I love you Eddie.” 

Eddie kissed the top of your head and tangled your legs together, arms holding you tightly to him. 

“And I love you sweetheart…” 

As sleep overcomes Eddie he has one last thought, and that’s what it would be like to have you handcuffed to a bed frame, with one of his rings on your left ring finger. 

part 3-

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[astaroth1357]

I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer 

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty… 

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression*  “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan 

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was  literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too… 

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit?? 

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat… 

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus 

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub 

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup…. 

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…) 

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor 

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

[lyon-amore]

What if...? Duskwood chapter 2

Chapter 1 In the end I couldn't resist and I did the meeting of the second chat XD -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------     I wanted to be a little nice and calm the tension that had happened between us. So, I had decided to buy him a coffee as a way of companionship. If we're going to work together, I think it's a must for us to get along. I was already going with a different mentality. The meeting we had will not happen again. Surely he wanted to "seduce" me as part of my trusting him. Typical that if you want them to trust you, use your most powerful weapons: The manipulation of seduction. This time he wasn't going to let me. I get out of the car, parked in the alley, wearing a sweatshirt and hood, something I don't even remember how long I've been wearing, but hey… Pretty comfortable. As always, the work schedule meant that there was hardly anyone on the streets. I'd had a good idea to leave before break time. Total: Nobody misses me and I do the work fast enough to get everything done. I get to the building and look at it. It had some graffiti and seemed abandoned. Although not very old.     "Top floor, he said, right?" I muttered, letting out a sigh at the end. Before entering, I look to see if anyone is following me. Knowing how secretive Mister Hacker had been, now I was the paranoid one. What if he was involved in some mafia and that's why he was using me to find Hannah? I had to keep this up to find out. I climb the stairs silently, avoiding making a minimum of noise. The dust in the air bothers my nose and I keep it from getting into my mouth by covering it with my arm. If only I didn't have both hands full... I knock on the door with my feet and in seconds, MH—Hey, that's not a bad nickname— opens it quickly, looking at me nervously.     “Hello Miste-Hey!” he puts me inside the apartment pulling me by the waist, to then close the door with force ”Hello to you too. ”     “What are you doing here?!” He asks me and I can hear in his voice how nervous he is. He wears another black sweatshirt with the ribbons this time of the same color. His green eyes scan me and he looks out the window next. The more I look at him, the more questions that come to my mind about him. He makes me more curious than I thought. Normally, if you get nervous like that, it's because you've done something. His jaw is tense, as is the rest of his body. I can see how nervous he is, like he's waiting for someone to come for him. Ready to go. I know because his backpack and his travel bag are by the door, ready in case of an emergency.   "We agreed that I would come here to investigate." I replied, leaving the coffees on the large desk that was there. I examine the apartment. It wasn't very big, it looked more like one of those student flats where you didn't need much to live. The desk practically took up most of the room, with two large computer monitors. The cables were tied together so they wouldn't be spread out on the floor. To avoid tripping, surely.     "Yes, but you can't come here unannounced," he tells me authoritatively. "We have to set the rules in order to get along. "    “Well, you're the boss."     "First: Nothing to come without warning beforehand."     "Okay."     "Second: If you don't notify me, I will so that we can investigate it." He is marking the rules with his fingers, as if he were talking to a little girl "and third: Always be careful, is that clear?"     "Yes, very clear." Well, it seems that no more 'Seductive Mode', I appreciate it, I guess. I nod calmly, not wanting to upset him knowing I was wrong to come unannounced. "By the way, I brought you coffee." I hand him his and he looks at me, arching an eyebrow, then at the coffee. "I thought this time I could invite. And… I guess we had a very tense meeting, so this is to make peace."     “Do you usually talk a lot?" he asks me, looking at his coffee as if he doesn't trust me.     "No, I don't usually talk that much," I answer honestly. I'm more of observing and being able to speak when asked <<I hate my job even more when I've said that...>> I exhale, licking my lips. "I guess it's because I'm nervous. It's not every day you go through situations like these, you know? "    "I understand." He finally takes a sip and makes a good sound. " Thanks. "     “You're welcome." I take mine and suddenly I also remember what it had come from "Oh! You have to help me. I've brought something that will come in handy."     "And is it?"     “It's a whiteboard, I bought it yesterday and I need help to get it up. It's that it's big. "     “All right."     "Don't you want to talk today?"     “No." I sighs and he opens the door while gesturing with his hand for me to come out. I pull my hood up and he does the same. I want him to trust me. We put up the whiteboard with everything I had brought necessary. And finally, I take off my hood, leaving it on the small kitchen counter. I notice that the corridor that should lead to the room and the bathroom is quite short. Exactly like my old flat. When you live alone, you don't need more things.     "Oh, yes," I look at him and see that he has returned to his desk. Well, then I'll get to work putting the profile pictures of Hannah's friends on the whiteboard. Due to the rush, I only managed to get bunny magnets… I feel very unprofessional, but it was the first bag I took "Have you seen the photo I gave you, Mister Hacker?"     "Did you find this cloud photo of Hannah?" he asks me without looking up from the computer.     "Exactly." I dedicated myself to placing the photos, writing the names on them.     “Well, I don't think it's going to help us."     "Oh."      The truth is that I imagined it. It was a normal photo. But hey, that's how I've had an excuse to prepare our research site.     "It's not that serious." I hear a hint of pity in his voice now. Much calmer than before. "I didn't think you were going to find something that fast, either." I smiled to myself, not showing him face. My ego just went up and the program is a bit confusing. "Just send me what you find. Then we'll do the selection.” I hear him typing something fast on the computer. "Also, sometimes things don't matter until you take a second look at them."     "Understood." I answer, finishing putting things on the board, "What do you think?" I ask, stepping aside so he can see the whiteboard.      He looks up, his eyes moving for it.He lets out a sigh, placing his hand on his chin.     "Rabbits?"     "Don't ask… I was in a hurry when I bought everything." I put the marker aside and sigh. "I haven't done this in years…” I murmured, looking at the board.      Silence is created. Uncomfortable.     "All right," he waves at me, disinterestedly at the door, as if he wants me to go away. "Good luck."      I roll my eyes, seeing how he doesn't look up from the computer. I gather my things and head to the door. I grip the knob tightly. I still don't want to leave... I know I've told myself that I want to be professional with him, but... I look at him intently at the computer. The aura that emanates is one of total loneliness, sadness. Yesterday it seemed to emanate the typical aura of 'I am mysterious', 'You will fall for my words', but today I see reality. When he has said the rules, he has made it very distant, obviously, he must be uncomfortable about what happened, since he has hardly wanted to look at me or has been close to me. Ugh… I also don't want him to think that I felt bad about what he did. I mean… I guess he must have had his motives. Now I only see someone who stays away from everything. I pat the knob and turn around.     "I want to keep talking to you." I say, without moving from the spot, keeping my distance.      He looks up, looking at me doubtfully.    “Talk?” he asks, leaning on the table “About what?"    I lean against the wall and shrug.     "About you." I replied, smiling. I notice how he tenses again, looking at me strangely.     “What?” I watch as he shrinks further into place, hesitant at my question “About me?" I move a little closer, as if walking around the small room. Maybe I shouldn't have said it, but now that I've blurted it out, I guess I can come clean.     "I think you're" I pause a little doubtfully "interesting."      He looks at me a little badly. Maybe I shouldn't have said it that way. Who knows what he must be thinking about me...     "You know I can't tell you anything about myself." he says, going back to the computer. I bite my lip, trying to find a way to convince him.     "Make an exception for me." I says in a sweet voice, perhaps softening a bit.      He looks at me over the screens. His eyes lock on mine and he opens his mouth to say something. He then closes it, returning to the computer.     "I won't give up." I smiled, moving a little closer to the table.      He stops writing and looks to the side. He puts his hand to her mouth, then rubs his face. As if he was hesitating.     “You have only one question."     Inside I jump for joy. Look, it's hard to convince him. One question… I can't think of anything right now.     "Did you live in the city or in the country?" I mentally hit myself on the head. What an absurd question.     "City." he answers. "They are typical. Big, stressful and anonymous. "      Oh… Anonymity… Okay, this is new information.     "And you like it? Right now, we're also in a city" I sit at the desk, slowly, as if I'm taking advantage of the fact that we're having a natural conversation "So I must assume it's for the same reason."     “Well” he puts a crooked smile on his face, almost imperceptible “it has its advantages and disadvantages. Anonymity is an advantage.” It is then that I see that his eyes widen so much that it seems that he has said something wrong "why do you want to know?"     "Stuff." I shrug and smile at him.     "I can't believe I told you." I hear him mutter nervously. Then he looks at me. "In fact, I wouldn't have to tell you anything about myself.”     "I thought you were going to avoid me." I answered, being honest, calm.     "That's not the right word." I can tell he's nervous or angry. Perhaps both at once. "My top priority is to hide my identity."      I duck my head, playing with the fabric of the sweatshirt. I smile a little to myself. It had been a long time since I'd experienced being able to talk to someone like this. I mean… I seemed to be using what my father taught me again, only this time, I'm using it so I can gain trust in someone to help, not interrogate. To be helpful and useful.     "It means a lot to me." I answered quietly, not daring to look at him.      Mister Hacker sighs.     “Okay.” I look up and see his hair ruffle. I notice a slight blush on his cheeks. "Are you satisfied?"       I smile and make myself more comfortable at the table. I think now we can talk well.     "Now you propose a topic." I say, as if I were almost a teacher.      He looks at me confused, frowning.     "I don't understand," he answers me. "You wanted to talk to me."     "Have I made you lose the thread?"He stays thinking until he looks at me again.     "Okay, what do you think of today's weather?"        I look out the closed window, remembering the cloudy sky and the slight cold that was beginning to be. Nothing new    "Good, I would say."      He makes an annoyed throat sound.     "Okay, it's not the most interesting subject in the world."     "I think it's funny."      I’m totally sincere. Any subject with him would indicate a small step to be able to be close. And being my second boss now, it seems a bit more acceptable than the first.     “Oh yeah?” he asks me surprised, with a small smile. "It's been a long time since I started talking like this…" another piece of information. He just lets them go, for the record I don't say anything. But if I amuse him, then I'm glad "If you had to go to an abandoned island, what would you take?"      The question takes me by surprise. I didn't think he would come loose like this already. Sounds like a fun question to me. And, these types of questions, you can know a lot about the person. I think a little bit. What I would take would be...     "People I care about."      He looks at me in a way that I can't really make out. It is as if he was analyzing me the same way I’m analyzing him with what I have said. The look almost seems welcoming, as if he likes my answer, maybe? He makes a thoughtful sound. Probably thinking about what he would take.     "I know what you would have answered." I lean in a little, putting my shoulder on the table as I rest my chin on my hand.     "Let's see." He crosses his arms, impatient for my response.     "Your computer."     "Sure." he replies without much encouragement. "It was not hard."      I laugh, but because it makes me laugh that I was right.     “No electricity."     "If it were the case that I had to go to an abandoned island" he leans towards me, serious. But his gaze seems intense to me "and that I could take whatever I wanted, this island would have electricity."     “There would be an internet connection."     “Of course. And with a good connection." he answers with total sincerity.     "I'm in."     "Then it wouldn't be an abandoned island anymore." He looks away and I stare at him. He covers his mouth with his hand, but as he speaks, I can tell he's smiling. "Well, it doesn't matter. Much better." Mentally I feel happy. Mister Hacker, who was distant, would share an abandoned island with me. It is not bad to have a conversation something out of the ordinary. Sometimes I need to relax a bit and this comes in handy.    "All right." he clears his throat, removing his hand from his mouth. He looks at me now with authority. "I have to do things around here" he says while looking at the computers. "Is everything clear to you?" After the short break, my mind returns to investigative mode, asking me questions: does he know who I really am? I mean, would he have investigated me? If a person who has no relation to the missing person shows up out of nowhere, then I would like to know what relation they has to all this. I wonder if Hannah knew of my existence in any way.     "Don't you want to know who I am?" I ask as I sit up, preparing to leave.He scans me with his green eyes. Will he look at everyone like that or just at me? I don't think anyone has ever seen me like this before. Is this how people feel when I do it or is it different from mine?     "Clearly you have an interesting role in all of this," he says firmly, getting up from his chair. He paces in front of the table until he reaches me, arms crossed “Why do you suddenly appear under such mysterious circumstances?” he leans on the table near me. The difference in height is very noticeable even when he is sitting at the table. I’m small next to him.      I feel my face burning and a strange tingling down my back. I suppose we are in the same circumstances of wanting to know about each other. He exhales charged air and his voice sounds soft. His words stay in my brain with that voice full of curiosity.     "Of course I want to know who you are." He brushes his bangs aside, looking at me.      He's not doing it on purpose this time. It comes very naturally to him. I sigh, gripping the sweatshirt tightly in my hand. I don't know why my mind wants to make me think it's his, to make me feel close to him.     "I told you something about myself again." I let out a small laugh, seeing how upset he is. "I have to get on with my work.” he says, glancing quickly at the computer. "If I continue like this I will tell you my name or something similar." Again, putting a small barrier between the two.     “Thanks for the conversation.” I say, turning around and heading for the door. ”I promise to bring other imams next time.” I apologize again. I did take the one with the rabbits, it was because I had my pet in mind, who had also bought him food. The word 'rabbit' was on my mind. It looks very unprofessional every time I look at it. << It's okay to make a mistake like that, Macie... It's normal that you were nervous about what happened. >>     "Yes, please." He glances at them quickly. I don't know if he's controlling his laughter or if he's upset.       I nod and place my hand on the knob. Not without first hearing his voice.     "See you soon Macie."      I love how my name sounds said in his voice. But I wouldn't admit it. It would scare him. I leave the apartment with a shy smile.  At least it’s been a quiet day. And that I was able to talk a little with him. I’m going to get to know your name one day, Mister Hacker, because I want to be able to say yours too. *Jake POV*  As soon as she leaves, I relax my body bringing my hands to my head. What had happened all this time? I had felt too good and she had been considered for bringing what was necessary to investigate.  I go to the whiteboard reading the few notes it has.  She has taken it very seriously… I’m glad. Though…  I see the rabbit magnets on the board.  I let out a sigh along with a smile. What was she thinking not to notice? This is serious enough to get distracted like that.I take one out of the bag and turn it over in my hand.     “Lovely…” I whisper, eyeing the white rabbit in a pastel bow tie, smiling. I am a little sorry for how our first meeting went, I thought that this way I could get her cooperation or that she would not come because I scared her because of how I behaved.  I feel like an idiot. Luckily she didn’t seem upset or uncomfortable.  She has taken everything professionally. And I admit it, the coffee she brought is good.  She’s been kind enough.  I also missed talking to someone like this, but I have surprised myself by saying that it would be nice to have their company. I don’t know her that well and even so, her company isn’t bad.      “Better not think about her too much.” I tell myself, putting the magnet back in the bag.  “As soon as we find Hannah, our collaboration will end.”

Chapter 3

[unspoken-blossomed-feelings]

{Scarfs that pull heartstrings...}

>>> Minho & gn!reader

>>> Fluff(? kinda)

>>> wc: 792

>>> Warnings: None (but please let me know if I should add something)

> December, 2020.🌱

Some days are so cold that going out seems like a torture sentence. Nevertheless, when there are tasks that need to be taken care of, resignation is not only the best alternative, but also the only available option. Therefore, before anyone had any time to even think about complaining, the required armour was selected to face the enemy.

     Walking around the place felt like going through a slow process of turning into frozen human statues. Subsequently, it did not come as a surprise the sigh of relief that each one of you left out after getting into a store momentarily. The day had its perks after all because despite having to go out, it was not something that had to be done in solitude.

     After a while of fulfilling the tasks from the list, you were more than ready to take a break from walking around. Stopping in the hallway, far from the entrance to avoid standing in the way of the chilly air, you decided to check how many things were missing for you to buy them before heading back to your place. Food for dinner seemed to be the only thing missing, and despite Minho's protests, he ended up accepting not being in charge of the cooking for the day.

Ready to resume your task, you picked up the bags that had been left on the ground for a while, but before you could start walking, Minho made you place them back down.

"Hold on, let me fix that for you," following his gaze, your scarf that was barely hanging around your neck came into view. "We don't want you to freeze in this weather."

     After taking off his gloves, Minho's hands found the edges of the scarf, softly pulling on them to bring you closer. Wide eyes followed attentively his every move, as he handled delicately the woolen gift that he had given you a couple years ago.

"Your cheeks are cold too..." his voice calmly stated, a big contrast to the somersaults that your heart started doing once his hands left your already adjusted scarf to place them over your cheeks, quickly directing your attention to him.   

     Warm hands held you in place, gently, as your eyes wandered over your best friend's face. Due to the cold weather, Minho's nose had turned a light shade of red. Thinking how adorable he looked could have been your salvation, but the kind smile that had made its way onto his face caught your attention immediately.

     The order your brain was trying to send was for you to look back into his eyes, to step back and continue walking, so why were you leaning forward instead?

     Barely inches apart, Minho's warm breath caressed your skin as his hands were still cupping your face, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

Just a little bit closer...

     The gap between the two of you was about to become inexistant, all you had to do was to lean forward a little more.

     In the meantime, Minho stayed still, patiently waiting for you to make up your mind and continue what you were thinking of doing. However, the swirling thoughts your brain had brought up were giving you a hard time. After all, how could everything continue to be the same if you were to make the wrong decision? Could you give up on the most important part of your life for a wish? No, you could not risk it.

     Finally allowing your gaze to abandon Minho's lips, your attention landed on the hands clutching his jacket. A shaky breath escaped from your lips as you let go of the soft fabric, followed by the cold hitting your face as the barriers shielding your cheeks from the cold had been removed.

"Thanks for helping me with my scarf..." almost painfully, you tried your best to maintain your usual tone.

"Anytime," and even though the sparkle in Minho's eyes had started to fade away in disappointment, the warmth of his smile continued there for you. "Uh, we should get going, otherwise the store will be full by the time we get there."

Nodding your head, you picked once again the bags from the floor, “right, we should."

     As any other day in which worries started creeping up your head, you felt your heart crushing, doubting whereas you had done the right thing or not. As a matter of fact, you had not done what you wanted to do.

When Minho took some of your bags to free one of your hands, interlacing your fingers with his right after, the air came rushing back into your lungs. You finally could keep breathing. Maybe, just maybe, as long as Minho stayed by your side it would be enough.

Hello! If you read this far, thanks!

I hope your day is going well, take care. Xx

unspoken-blossomed-feelings🌱

[melancholyshadow]

sunday’s with a solider || b. barnes

part one 

summary: after a good date with bucky, (y/n) figures out who she’s really getting involved with. 

pairing: bucky barnes x female!librarian!reader 

warnings: kissing (??), swearing

an: im honestly speechless, the first part of this series has 150+ notes! i’m so happy you guys liked it! i’m debating on make this a three or a four-part series, please let me know what you think, but there will definitely be at least another part. one of the next, or the next, will include some spice, if you know what i mean. and who do y’all want me to write about next? im thinking mr. steve rogers. 

tags: @biixlv​

“Please tell me you’re a booth person and not a table person.” You chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Uh, yeah.” He laughed and rolled his eyes at you. He began walking towards one of the booths. You followed happily behind him, scooting into the opposite side of the booth. He pulled off his hat and both his gloves, setting them on the seat next to him. You propped your head on the palm of your hands, stopping yourself from looking at his metal hand, you weren’t even sure if it was metal.

The diner was one that had been in this town for, at least, forty years, and it definitely showed its age. It was trying to be a ‘retro diner’ in the eighties, so that aged it another thirty years. You grew up coming here with your family, the food was good, and you thought the inside was cute. The building was longer than it was wide, and the floor reminded you of a checkerboard. There was a long bar on the left, space for waiters to maneuver, and a long panel of metal enclosing the kitchen portion. Bright red bar stools were implemented into the floor, screwed into the floor, every two feet or so. On the right, were five or six booths, the same shade of red as the bar stools, big enough for about four people max. 

“Hey, sugar!” A familiar voice chirped to your left. Your eyes met a familiar pair of green ones, and a smile immediately filled your face. “Hey, Mabel!” You cooed, half-standing under the table and wrapping your arms around her small, fragile frame. She smelled like coffee and smoke, as she always did. The two of you pulled away, and her eyes instantly went to Bucky. “Who's your friend?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at you. “Mabel, this is my friend James. James, this is Mabel.” You explained, quickly introducing the two. He smiled at her and stuck out his ‘normal’ hand to give her a handshake, which she was very fond of. 

“Well, it is great to meet you, James! What can I get you to drink?” She had abandoned her notepad well before you were born, her ability to just remember someone’s order still amazed you. “Coffee please, no sugar or creamer please.” She smiled at him, and turned back towards me, “Regular for you, dear?” She asked, and you smiled, scrunching up your eyes and nose. She practically pranced away with a huge smile on her face. Bucky chuckled, pulling you from your thoughts, turning your head back towards him. His eyes were scanning over the faded laminated menu.

“How do you know Mabel?” He asked, looking up and unzipping his jacket, pulling it off his abdomen and onto the seat beside him, with his gloves and hat. “I grew up coming here with my family, she’s known me since I was in my mother’s stomach.” You explained, pointing to a picture above the bar. It was pretty faded after sitting in direct sunlight for over two decades, but it was a picture of Mabel, your mom, your dad, and you, you all had on party hats. “I had my first ten birthdays at this diner.” Bucky squinted his eyes and smiled once he made out the picture of baby you. 

“That’s awesome.” He said looking back at you. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Mabel cut him off. “Here is that coffee, Mr. James.” She slid the coffee in front of him, “And a regular for you, (Y/M/N).” She wiped her hands on her apron, “What can I get you two to eat?” Bucky looked at me, wanting me to order first. “We’ll both take the ‘67.” You smiled. She copied, “You got it, dearie.” And she walked away. Bucky cleared his throat, “Just trust me, Bucky,” You chuckled, placing your hands on top of his, “You’re gonna love it.” He paused for a moment, “I’ll hold you to that.” He winked at you. Did he just wink at you? Was he flirting? You immediately shot back at a wink and a flirty response, “Deal.”

The two of you ate and chatted for about an hour and a half. “Okay, you were right, that was the best food I’ve ever had.” He said, stacking your plates and utensils together, making it easier for Mabel when she took them off the table. “Can I get you two anything else?” She asked, picking up the two plates with ease. Bucky looked at you and you nodded a ‘no,’ and he looked back at Mabel, “No thank you, ma’am, but I will take the check.” He smiled. 

“No, Mabel, split the check pl-” But Mabel cut you off, “Sorry, dear, my hearing aid died, I can’t quite hear you. I’ll bring that check right to you, Mr. James.” Quickly walking away. “Bucky, no, I will pay for mine.” You insisted, going to reach for your purse. You looked around you in your seat in a panic, and then you remembered, it was in the saddlebag attached to his bike. He laughed at you as you came to that realization. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” You sighed, taking a sip of your drink. He simply shrugged and smiled, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. 

Once Mabel returned with the bill and Bucky’s card, the two of you stood, and he let you walk out first. It was a lot colder now, goosebumps layered your exposed arms, like a reflex you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Here, you take this.” He insisted, placing his heavy leather jacket on your shoulders. “No, I can't, you're gonna get cold too.” You began to shrug it off, but he placed his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. “I’ll be fine.” He smirked at you, his hands lingering for a little longer than normal. 

“Ready?” He asked as he straddled his bike, once more. You stuck your arms through the long sleeves, which went way past your fingertips. You took your seat behind him, and he handed you the helmet, and you slid it over your head. Similar to earlier, you snaked your arms around him, clasping your hands together, and resting around his mid-abdomen. His hands, once again, landed on your thighs, pulling you even closer to him, making a different type of goosebumps cover your arms. 

“Hang on tight, doll.” He said as the bike came to life. You were so glad you were wearing a helmet, so he couldn’t see the brush creep onto your cheeks. As you two rode, he used his prosthetic hand to steer the bike and kept his flesh hand on your knee the entire time. The sky had ditched the orange, pink, and red hues and was now littered in stars and moonlight. You didn’t want this to end, you felt like you could stay there for hours, but the library came into view a lot sooner than you wanted it to. 

The next day came and you got excited, as always, to see Bucky. Today was a little different though, after your date last night. Wait, was that even a date? It had to be, right? I mean he paid and flirted with you. 

“Bucky, why do you come in here every day?” You asked, peering at him over the book in your hands. He didn’t move for a second, you assumed he was finishing the sentence he was reading. “Well, all the libraries in New York City are crowded and noisy.” He explained, “So when I found this place while scoping out new libraries, even though it is quite a distance, I knew this place was it for me.” He smiled at you. “At least that was the reason initially.” He muttered, picking his book back up. 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You set your book down this time, squinting your eyes at him, and propping your head up on your hands. “Well obviously, I now come back because the shitty coffee you offer is to die for.” He said sarcastically. You gasped and threw one of your pens at him, bouncing off his chest and onto the floor. He broke out into a fit of laughter, and you soon followed. 

“No, but now I come back to hang out with you.” He admitted to you, avoiding your stare. “Oh that so sweet…” You started, “...Dork.” Throwing another pen at him, this time hitting the bill of his hat. Bucky had come in every day for a little over a month now and missed not a single Sunday. “Hey (Y/F/N)?” Bucky asked, looking back up from his book. Your eyes didn’t leave the pages of your book, but you answered, “Yes, Buck?” You asked back, flipping the page. 

“I won’t be here tomorrow, and for a couple days after that.” When the words left his lips, a wave of sadness washed over you. Your lips twisted into a pout, looking towards him. “Why?” You asked, dragging out the word. “I have some obligations.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Okay, Mr. Mysterious.” You scoffed, feeling a bit upset. How long had he known? Why was he just now telling you? “I’m gonna be so bored without you.” You whined, leaning back in your chair with a huff. 

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

It was closing time now, and as usual, Bucky walked you to your car. “You better bring me a souvenir from wherever you’re going.” You joked, tossing your purse into the passenger seat, and turning back towards Bucky. “Would you prefer a T-shirt? Maybe some socks? How about a shot glass?” He joked back, leaning against the side of your car. “Surprise me.” You laughed, pushing his chest. 

As you went to pull away from his chest, his flesh hand wrapped around your wrist, softly. He placed it back on his chest, and his metal hand went to your hip, pulling you closer to him. The only distance between both of your chest was being occupied by your hand. You swore up and down that he could hear your heartbeat, but you were soon reassured because you could feel his heartbeat racing just as much as yours was. Bucky glanced down at your lips, and you did the same. 

You closed the space between your lips, and without thinking your eyes fluttered closed, taking in everything happening over your entire body. His lips were soft, tasting like coffee and mint. The growing stubble on his chin rubbed against the softness of your cheeks. His flesh hand was warm around your wrist, gripping it softly, he never wanted to hurt you. But the gestures with his metal hand were very different. It was leaving a cool tingling sensation against the small patch of exposed skin, and his grip was tighter, pushing you impossibly closer to him. You took your free hand, and placed it on his face, thumb running over his cheek, and your other four fingers resting on his neck. 

After what feels like minutes, but was probably only about thirty seconds, you pulled away from him. Reluctantly, of course. The two of you just stood there, not moving, relishing at the moment for as long as you could. “You know I meant to surprise me souvenir-wise, right?” You chuckled, messing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Oh okay, we can just never do that again.” He sighed, messing with you. 

“No, no, we can definitely do that again.”

~

It was the first Sunday without Bucky in a while, he had been gone for almost a week now, you assumed working on his ‘obligations.’ You had been keeping yourself busy with a new book series, one that Bucky actually recommended to you. But today would be full of dusting, reorganizing, putting away some newer books, and vacuuming. It was probably around 3:30 in the afternoon, and you were dusting the large bay windows by the front of the store. 

You could feel the music moving through your body, making it impossible for you not to dance, at least just a little wiggle. You swayed your hips, the music taking over, singing into the duster like a microphone. Your free hand ran up the side of your body, from your thigh all the way up to your face. You threw your arm up over your head, and prancing around the tables, shifting the duster from a microphone to an electric guitar. When the song was finally over, and you were very much out of breath, you made your way back to the window. And when you did so, your heart dropped to your toes. There was a man standing on the opposite side of the window, watching you. 

It only took a few seconds for your fear to turn into relief. It was Bucky. You dashed to the left towards the door, unlocking the door, and running out to greet him. Practically leaping towards him, you wrapped both arms around his neck, and his arms snaked around your waist. After a few moments of swaying and just taking in his presence, you pulled away. He was smiling widely, “I didn’t mean to end your concert so soon, I was enjoying it.” Adding a chuckle. Your face blushed, and you put your hand over your eyes, peeking at him through your middle and ring finger, “Did you see the whole thing?” You asked, dreading his answer. “The whole thing.”

The two of you walked back inside, the music still playing loudly. There was a slow song playing, and you grabbed your phone to turn it down, but Bucky stopped you. “Wanna dance?” He asked, putting his hand out for you to grab. You smiled, happily taking it. He pulled your chest against his. Your arms rest on his shoulders, your fingers loosely interlocked. Both hands on your hips, both of you just rocking side to side. The music wasn’t even registering in your brain, you were just focusing on this moment with him. 

“I remember when this song came out.” He said softly. You cocked your eyebrow at him, “Didn’t this song come out in the fifties?” You asked confused, what did he mean by that? “So you really don’t know who I am, huh?” The question caught you off-guard, it sounded very egotistical. “No..?” You asked more like a question. And that’s when he explained everything, making a very long story very short. He explained the arm, the serum, and the ‘obligations.’ 

“You’re a fucking Avenger?” You asked, head in your hands, elbows on your knee. “Well, technically I’ve never been asked to be one, but kind of.” His hand on your back, rubbing it in small circles. “So you’re the James Buchanan Barnes from the Captain America museum?” He nodded. Everything kind of flooded back to your memory, you knew you heard the nickname “Bucky” before, and you knew he looked somewhat familiar, but you assumed he just looked kinda similar to an actor or something. 

It was silent for a good five minutes, but Bucky broke it. “Hey, guess what?” He asked, trying to hide the upturn of his lips. What now? Was he gonna break some more news to you? Was he also part alien? “Hmm?” That was all you said, running your fingers through your hair. He moved his hand to reach into his backpack and pulled out a book, sliding it towards you. 

“Russian Urban Legends.” You read the title, quickly flipping through the book with your thumb. “Flip to page 48, and tell me what it says.” He said, propping his head upon his hands. You did as he said and landed on page forty-eight. “The Winter Soldier.” You read the words written in a bright red font, the page decorated in grainy photos and ridiculously cheesy government lettering and drawings. Bucky looked at you, prompting you to continue. 

“A ghost story or a real threat?”

[alwaysachorusgirl]

Adoption Day

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 2089

For: Covers the Animal Shelter square for @adarafaelbarba 's fall moodboard bingo

TW: very brief mention of past childhood abuse and animal abandonment, but other than that, it's mostly fluff

Dedication: This is for the world's best cat mom, @madamsnape921 ,because it's her birthday! Go send her some birthday love today!

Author's Note: Jumping back a little in the Cat Daddy Frederick timeline to cover Buttercup's adoption story. Per my previously established continuity, this would take place in January, right after New Year's, and prior to "Not According to Plan"

Tags: @itsjustmyfantasyroom @prurientpuddlejumper @thatesqcrush @welcometothemxdhouse @raulesparza4eva @teamsladsandgents @rosequcrtz

The winter wind howled outside the window and snow drifted across the windowpanes, but inside Frederick Chilton’s ornate home you were safe and warm. No, our home, I live here now, you thought to yourself. You were still getting used to thinking of it as your home, too. You were unpacking the last of the boxes from your recent move. A fire was roaring in the living room fireplace, giving the room a cozy, comforting glow. You inhaled the aroma of the hearty vegetable stew that was cooking in the crockpot in the kitchen, and your stomach growled. You were going to need to take a dinner break soon, and as if he was reading your mind, Frederick entered the room and came over to where you were placing your books on the expansive built-in shelves.

“How goes it with the books? Do you need more shelf space? I can always move somethings into my office if you need more.”

“Thank you, Frederick, but don’t worry; I think I have more than enough. I am, however, getting rather hungry. I think it’s time we ate dinner, don’t you?

“I couldn’t agree more, my love, shall I set the table?” he asked, taking your hand, and helping you to your feet.

“Thank you, Frederick, that would be lovely.”

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“This stew is fantastic, my love! We’ll most certainly have to use this recipe again.”

When you didn’t respond right away, Frederick started to worry and reached for your hand. “Darling?”

“Oh! Sorry! I zoned out for a moment, must be more tired than I thought; Thank you, Frederick, I have a whole slew of crock pot recipes that are perfect for cold winter days.”

“Y/N, are you alright? Have I done something wrong? Is it the house? Is there something you’re not happy with?”

“What? Oh, Frederick, no!” You squeezed his reassuringly. “You haven’t done anything wrong, my love, and the house is perfectly fine. It’s just…” you paused, not sure how to broach your thoughts.

“What is it? Whatever you need, I’ll make sure you have it! Cost is no object!”

You took a breath and tried to collect your thoughts. You loved cats, but your previous apartment had not allowed pets. You had promised yourself that when you eventually moved you would be a cat mom again. It had been far too long. But it was something that you and Frederick hadn’t discussed yet, and you had no idea what his feelings were on the subject.

“What did you think about getting a cat?” You blurted out, bracing yourself for what you were sure was going to be an argument.

It was now Frederick’s turn to go silent, taken aback by your unexpected query. He mulled it over in his head before answering.

“Honestly, my love, I’ve never thought about it before. I never had a pet of any kind growing up. My parents did not allow animals in the house.”

“Oh, Frederick, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” In theory, you knew you probably should have guessed that. You knew that Frederick’s father had been a hard, cruel man, and had been abusive toward Frederick and his mother. Frederick’s mother had been so worn down by it that she eventually shutdown, mentally and emotionally, and neglected to protect her son when he needed it the most. Of course, they hadn’t allowed pets, they hadn’t even allowed their son to have a normal childhood, or an ounce of happiness.

“My darling, you have nothing to apologize for,” said Frederick, placing soft kisses on the back of your hand. “If it’s a cat you want, then a cat you shall have. I’ll do some research after we finish here. Cats need supplies, right? Food, litter, toys, those fancy cat trees, cute little sweaters?”

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After dinner you and Frederick sat side-by-side on the couch with your laptops, him researching what kind of supplies you going to need to buy, and you were looking at your local SPCA’s website.

“Good god, I had no idea how many different types of cat litter there were!”

“Oh, Frederick, if you think that’s bad, wait until you see how competitive the cat food market is. Hmm…that’s interesting…”

“What is it?” asked Frederick, looking over at your laptop.

“This listing here,” you said, pointing at a blank gray box. “There should be a picture here, like there is for the other listings, but it’s blank. It says it’s supposed to be a 2-month-old black female…. hang on; I have an idea.”

You grabbed your phone off the coffee table and scrolled through your contacts until you found the name you were looking for. You hit “Call” and waited.

“Hello?” A voice finally picked up on the other end.

“Joanne! Hi! It’s Y/N. How are you?”

“I’m great, how are you? It’s been ages since the last time we hung out.”

“I’m good, and you’re right; it has been too long. Is this a good time to talk?”

“Sure! What’s up?”

“Do you still work for the county SPCA?”

“Oh, you bet I do! Oh my god, are you finally in the market to adopt?”

“Yes, I am, and I have a question about one of the cat listings on the website. The one that’s missing a picture?”

“Yes, I just noticed that a few hours ago. Our website person put that up prematurely. The kitten was just spayed, and normally we wait until the animal has had adequate recovery time before we add them to the site, but accidents happen. Last I checked, the little one is recovering nicely and should be ready to interact a couple days. She’s the sweetest thing. Someone dumped her in a cardboard box at our front door. She had a leg injury, but that’s also healing up. She loves to play, loves to cuddle, and I’ll think she’ll thrive in a good home. Would you like to make an appointment to see her?”

“Yes, I would! What time slots do you have available?”

*******************

A few days later, you and Frederick walked arm in arm into the county SPCA. Frederick had rush-ordered all the supplies you thought you’d need and then some. You both excited and nervous. You’d already taken a huge step by moving in together, and now you were adopting a pet. You looked over at Frederick and noticed the uncertainty in his eyes. He also seemed leaning on his cane for support. He always seemed to do that when he was unsure about something. You gave his arm a gentle squeeze and kissed his cheek.

“It’s going to be okay, Frederick, you’re to be a wonderful cat dad. I believe in you.”

Frederick blushed and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“Thank you, my love, I appreciate your faith in me, even though I’m still not sure what’s done to deserve it, or you.”

Before you could respond to that, Joanne came out her office and rushed toward you.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too, Joanne.” You enveloped her in a big hug and then motioned to Frederick. “Joanne, this is Dr. Frederick Chilton, my Frederick.”

Frederick gave you the most loving of looks, and nearly melted into a puddle at your feet at sound of you referring to him as “your Frederick.”

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Chilton,” said Joanne, extending her hand.

“And you,” he replied, shaking hands.

“Well, I suppose you want to meet the little one; right this way!”

You and Frederick followed Joanne to cat section of the shelter. You walked past several cats, each one trying to get your attention from their enclosures. If you had your way, you’d take them all home, but you didn’t think Frederick was quite ready for that yet; but maybe one day…

“Here she is, “announced Joanne, stopping in front of one of the enclosures. A tiny black, fluffy kitten was inside, and her eyes lit up when she saw you. She was immediately on her feet, and you noticed she still had a slight limp in her injured leg, but she was full of energy and mewing incessantly. Joanne opened the door and carefully lifted her out. You reached out to take her, but the impatient kitten leapt out of Joanne’s hands and into your waiting arms.

“Oh! Hello! Hi baby, hi sweetheart,” you cooed.

“Mew, mew, mew!”

You looked into her eyes, and it was love at first sight. You did your best to hold onto her, shifting and adjusting your arms to accommodate her constant movement and attempts to climb up your shoulder. You gave her a little scratch between her ears and kissed her head. She was perfect.

“Mew! Mew!”

“Yes, baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Frederick stood there watching you with the kitten, completely dumbstruck. Just when he thought he couldn’t fall anymore in love with you, you had to go and surprise him. You were a natural cat mom, cradling the tiny ball of fluff and talking to her like she was a human. He saw the kitten rub her nose against your chin and looked like she was giving you kisses. He also saw the look of pure love and joy on your face, and he lived for that, wanted to see that every day. He didn’t know anything about raising a cat, but for you, he would try.

**************

Joanne led you to a visitor’s room so that you and Frederick could spend some quality time getting to know the kitten. Frederick removed his coat and offered to take the kitten so that you could take off yours. You demonstrated how to hold the kitten and then handed her to Frederick. He held her close to chest and sat down.

“Mew?” the kitten looked up at him, confused as to who this new person was.

“It’s alright, little one, I’ve got you,” he tried to reassure her. A lock of his normally perfectly quaffed hair suddenly flopped in his face, and the kitten’s eyes grew wide.

“Mew?” she raised a paw and tentatively batted at Frederick’s hair. “Mew…”

“Oh, that’s adorable,” you said, plopping down next to them on a bean bag chair. You saw the smile on his face and nudged him with your elbow. “See? She likes you. And I think she wants to play.” You looked around the room and saw the toy boxes, filled with various dog and cat toys, but then something else caught your eye. “Frederick?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Hand her back to me and take off your scarf, please.”

He did as he was told. You carefully placed the kitten on the carpet and proceeded to dangle the scarf in front if her. Her eyes went wide again, and then she crouched, wiggled her backside, and pounced. Her little paws batted at the scarf, then she would roll around kick at it with her hind legs.

“It certainly looks like she’s enjoying herself,” Frederick chuckled. “So, what are we going to call her?”

“I was thinking ‘Buttercup”,” you said matter-of-factly.

“I am not the least bit surprised,” he replied, immediately picking up on your reference. He looked at the kitten. “Well, what do you think about that little one?”

“Mew?”

“Your name,” you told her, “Buttercup, do you like it?”

“Mew, mew.” She forgot about the scarf and crawled into your lap, kneading you with her paws.

“I think she likes it.” You threw Frederick a smile.

“Yes, I quite think she does. I have an idea, how about a story? Would you like that Buttercup?”

“Mew.” She replied with a yawn,

“Darling, if you check your bag, I believe you’ll find a book there.”

You checked your purse, and sure enough, in the largest section was a children’s book, one that you instantly recognized from your own childhood.

“If You Give A Mouse A Cookie?”

“It came highly recommended by the lady at the bookstore.”

“It’s perfect, Frederick.” You handed him the book and leaned your head against his knee. As he began to read, Buttercup curled up in your lap and shut her eyes, she was soon fast asleep, purring away. When he finished reading, Frederick caressed your cheek with hand to get your attention.

“So, shall we go find Joanne and make it official?”

“Yes,” you replied, gazing down at Buttercup, “If we don’t take her home today, I think I’ll cry.”

“Then let’s go fill out the paperwork and bring her home.”

[quietmyfearswith]

fussy ; preferences

warnings — don’t think there’s any swear words here,, angst? fluff? clingy!reader, mean!laurie

characters — andy barber, steve rogers, bucky barnes, lance tucker,  syverson, august walker

a/n — THIS IS A DDLG FIC,, was inspired by this ask! to the anon who requested for it i hope you like it and tell me what you think!

their love language | with their little | when you’re insecure | slipping into little space

masterlist

Andy and Y/N went over to the city where Laurie and Jacob moved to. A party was held to celebrate Jacob’s graduation from high school and a sendoff for when he heads to university. Y/N was chatting up with Jacob as they both were preparing the snacks and appetizers for the guests that would later on arrive. The two didn’t feel awkward around each other; in fact they shared a lot of similarities, and could easily converse about anything. “Jacob, I think some of your friends are here already,” With that Jacob politely excused himself and before Y/N could find Andy, Laurie approached her. “So you and Andy are still together huh?” She sounded amused which made her feel awkward; she nodded to answer her question. “I’m surprised that you two lasted for so long,” Y/N had to step back in order to create distance between her and Laurie. “I mean, when I heard that you two were dating I thought that it was just Andy having a rebound; I didn’t actually think he’d stay this long with you.” Y/N’s lips were starting to quiver as her frantics eyes began to look around for Andy. As she locked eyes with Andy, she made me a move to go for him but just before she can do so, Laurie had a final jab at her with a smirk, “Perhaps he still is in that phase.”

Pushing her way past Laurie, she headed to enter the house, Andy noticed how Y/N’s demeanor changed and handed over some of the decorations he was putting up to Laurie’s boyfriend and chased after her.  Grabbing her arm, the lawyer guided the two to one of the vacant rooms, “What's wrong?” Y/N made grabby hands for Andy once she sat on the bed, her eyes were letting down a few tears that were peeking earlier due to what Laurie had been saying. He complied, engulfing her around in his warm embrace, stroking her hair as he was trying his best to calm her down as her whole body shook, “She was being mean to me, dada.” Andy moved a bit so he could see her face and wiped away tears that stained her face, “Who was being mean to you, missy?” After taking deep breaths, Y/N explained, “Laurie said the only reason dada is with me is because I’m your rebound.” Anger fueled within Andy upon hearing the lie that was told to his love; he decided that it was best to talk about it with Laurie later, but his focus right now was calming down the beloved girl in his arms. Situating her in his lap, he pressed loving kisses all over her face as his hands comfortingly rubbed her back, “Whatever she said to you isn’t true, missy. Dada loves you and you’re not his rebound. You’re the love and light of my life; you are the person that completes me.”

Y/N was mad at August; he burnt her nuggies, didn’t play with her during her playtime, and now he opted to sleep in the other room since he was too far busy with his work. Tossing and turning around their spacious bed didn’t lull her to sleep since she missed the warmth and love provided to her by her loving boyfriend. Gripping her stuffie with one hand, she stood and left the bed, venturing to the part of the house where she suspected her daddy would be. Barefoot and in her nightgown, she knocked on the door and with the lack of answer, she entered slowly. 

Seeing her daddy with no shirt and just some sweatpants on the bed made her long for the moments she’d get to spend all day wrapped in his arms. Quietly climbing on the bed, she moved his arm that was stretched across the mattress, lifting it and placing it above her body. Feeling movement around him, August moved his head and sleepily mumbled, “Little one?” She nodded as she kissed his forehead, “It’s me, daddy.” On instinct, he turned so his whole body faced hers; wrapping his legs around hers as his arms scooped her arm so her side was flushed against his, “Not mad at daddy anymore?” Shaking her head, she played with his chest hairs a bit as her eyes began to sleepily drop before confirming, “Not mad, daddy. I missed being with you.”

It was going to be a big mission; Bucky knew that hence why he was packing and repacking his duffel bags that he’d be bringing for the mission. “Tătic,” Y/N wailed, “Come be with me!” Despite being a man of control, it took every ounce of it for Bucky not to drop what he was doing and cuddle up Y/N. “Not now, sweetheart. I need to make sure I have everything.” The girl let out a loud grunt as she continued watching her favorite cartoons with her arms crossed; the sergeant not appreciating the slight presence of her brat attitude by yelling, “I heard that!”

“I just want my tătic to be with me before he leaves me again,” There was less anger in her sentence but more sadness. And even when he was in the other side of their living quarters, the super soldier was able to pick it up which led him to finish up quickly arranging his things to find his girl pouting as she watched. Sitting beside her he patted his lap, “Come sit here, sweetie.” The girl leapt out and did so as she snuggled the top of her head against Bucky’s chin. “Is that what this is all about, sweetie? You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone?” Nodding, she fiddled with the fingers on his metal arm; she always loved the coldness it always had. “I always miss you, tătic; I wanna spend as much time with you as I can before you leave.”

Y/N knew Steve would be coming back soon from his meeting so she busied herself by having a  tea party with her stuffies. “There you go, Bunbun, be careful now the tea’s quite hot,” She spoke to her stuffie as she poured him some of the imaginary liquid. When she heard some keys shake accompanied by the sound of the door unlocking, Y/N bounced from where she was sitting and excitedly turned to where the sounds were coming from. Smiling widely, her eyes glimmered with excitement and relief that finally her daddy was here, “How’s my little doll?” 

“Want you to hold me please sir? I missed you!” She requested softly but didn’t move from where she was seated — knowing that she wasn’t given the permission yet to move. Steve then sat beside her and patted his lap, and the girl took it as her cue to hover him. Wrapping her arms around his neck she took the super soldier back in surprise with the force for he lost balance and ended up laying down as he chuckles loudly at his girl’s antics. “You missed me too much? I was only gone for a few hours, doll,” But she pouted at him and instead countered, “Few hours too long, sir!” Sitting up with the girl still tightly latched onto him, Steve then kissed her nose as he promised, “Well you get me for the rest of the day now, doll; what do you wanna do?”

Even following his retirement from the army, Syverson saw to it that he exercises everyday to keep in shape. As he was doing his pushups in the backyard, he was surprised to see his Y/N come out in the sun with a tray of cold beverages. “What you got there, baby girl?” He mused as he paused his workout and sat down on the mat. Smiling as she drank from her cup she beamed, “Made you a drink, Captain. Thought you might be thirsty.” Nodding he waved her off, “Thanks for that baby; but I'll drink one later okay?”

Y/N wasn’t given a chance to argue since he immediately went back to his workout routine. And as he did so, her eyes suddenly found themselves focusing on Sy’s bulging and muscular arms. She always loved being wrapped around them and letting her fingertips run over the skin there. Wanting to feel him around here again she whimpered out loud, “Captain.” As he was in the middle of doing a plank, he whipped his head to look over to his girl and raised his brows as sweat dropped on it. Making grabby hands was all that she could do and the former soldier didn’t have enough heart to ignore her any longer so he abandoned his current position and walked towards her, lifting her up, chuckling as her legs went around his waist and her hands wrapped themselves around his neck. “You’re my needy baby girl aren’t you?” Despite his teasing, Y/N could only nod as she nuzzled against his neck, planting kisses on his sweat-soaked skin.

The gymnastics competition just ended and it went well for Lance; since his student won gold and silver. Y/N had been given firm and clear instructions that after the event Lance would pick her up from her seat. And like a good girl she was still sitting down even if the games ended 15 minutes ago. Her head was moving left and right, searching for a trace of her boyfriend. Both her legs were bouncing as she was aching to leave the place since she wanted to spend time with him. Being shoved and pushed around, even when she was seated, was inevitable with the other spectators wishing to vacate the gymnasium. There was also a kid that threw his soda cup in a fit and she was unfortunately splashed with some of the liquid; the brat’s parents didn’t even apologize but instead just dragged their kid away.

As she was wiping some of the sticky liquid off her, a worried voice asked her, “What happened to you, angel?” Her eyes glowed upon seeing his handsome face, her earlier bothered state quickly melting away upon seeing him. “Papa, hi!” She squeaked out in joy and moved to hug him but was halted when the gymnast placed both his hands on her shoulders; he was amused at how quick her mood shifted but was concerned about her so he reiterated his question, “What happened, angel? What are you wiping off?” Y/N pouted as she clawed at his forearms, after a long day of watching and having to be big she just wanted nothing more but to snuggle up to him. And when he didn’t give in to what she wanted, she answered, “Some kid threw his soda, papa. Got me a little wet but it’s fine,” Lance was about to argue that it wasn’t fine but was quickly cut off by his angel’s whiny demands, “Just wanna snuggle you, papa. I missed you.” letting go of her shoulders, he then wrapped his arms around her and she was more than happy about it as she laid her cheek against his shoulder, “Congratulations, papa. I love you.”

“King, stop it tickles,” Y/N giggled as her sides were being intruded by the fingertips of Ransom. “Why not, princess? It’s so fun isn’t it,” He laughed as she squirmed from where she was sitting right across him. After the two had their lunch, they retreated to the couch so he could read to his princess who was feeling little. From reading storybooks, Ransom could sense his baby was getting all needy so he put the book down to turn his attention to his baby. As Y/N was busy laughing and pushing Ransom’s hands away, she failed to warn him how she was so close to puking the meal she just ate. “Stop, stop, king,” Was the only warning she gave before being able to push his hands away and quickly stand up to head towards the bathroom. “Princess?” Ransom followed her and his heart sank as he saw her throwing up on the toilet bowl. Immediately kneeling behind her, he pulled back her hair that framed the front of her face. Rubbing his hand on her back, “Let it out, princess.”

Once she was done, the former playboy took it upon himself to flush the toilet and grab some tissue to wipe her mouth of any more vomit. He grabbed her hand, indicating for her to stand and when she did he guided her to the sink and lifted her so she could sit on the countertop. “I’m gonna brush your teeth now, okay?” She nodded and automatically opened her mouth so when he brought her toothpaste-filled bristles against her teeth. After he had cleaned her teeth and rid of the putrid traces of vomit, Y/N pouted her lip as she looked at Ransom with glossy eyes, “I’m so sorry, I liked our playtime so much and I shouldn’t have moved around too much.” Placing both his hands on her cheeks, he lifted her face so they both looked directly at each other’s eyes, “It’s not your fault okay? I should have not played with you too much, princess.” Nodding, she wrapped her arms around Ransom as best she could, “I wanna cuddle with you king.” Kissing her nose, he lifted her off the counter and onto their bedroom, “We can do that, princess.”

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Hiiii I am new t the whole requesting thing so first for everything 🥰 So, here it goes A scenario for yandere namjoon where there’s lawyer y/n who’s hardworking and mature x businessman namjoon who is corrupt in his business ways 👉👈 I dunno if this is okay 🤡

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“I don’t get it, why don’t we just throw them off and stop having them as our clients? This could end so bad for us, the whole law firm could be affected by their- his antics.”

“We have already talked about this,” your friend sighed not sparing you a look, eyes focused on her phone, “yes, it’s a well-known secret that Mr. Kim’s business is corrupt, and he surely doesn’t make the most legal negotiations but,” now she did look at you, her brown eyes showing the tiredness of having to have this conversation with you, again, “we don’t really have the liberty of saying no to him. A lot of tabloids would be up in no time if we decided to stop representing them which would lead to him surely making declarations against us and that wouldn’t surely end up being beneficial for us. We’re already a small firm, Mr. Kim being our client is a huge deal, most of our - including yours- income comes from his business.”

You sighed, about to reply that yes, you understand her point but maybe if you made public those documents that prove his corrupt ways, the whole scene could be different for the firm and you’d be able to turn the tables, but she beat you and added, “plus, he’s a whole snack, girl, why are you even complaining?”

Not even bothering to answer, you rolled your eyes and let out a groan, taking your cup of coffee and going back to your office. On your way there, you saw your boss, “Good morning, y/n,” he said with a smile, “please remember that Mr. Kim is coming later to discuss some things with you.”

The smile you previously had on your face faltered a little, surely you decided it was better to erase that from your mind and was hoping -in vain- that another thing would have come up so Namjoon couldn’t make it to the meeting. “Of course, Mr. Min, I already have prepared the files he asked me about and possible solutions.”

“Good, it’s wonderful to see how hard you work, y/n. Keep it like that, and you’ll make it big.” With that and another polite smile, Mr. Min walked away from you.

You sighed heavily and finally arrived at your office. It seems that these days the only thing you do is sigh and feel frustrated. Of course, you knew that being a lawyer in a firm meant that you won’t always be working for people you like but you didn’t think that it would entail working with a corrupt businessman without any chance of exposing him or just putting a halt to your contract with him. You knew the risks of doing that, of course, and that it would most likely mean you being fired alongside all your co-workers and put on a blacklist for all the other law firms to know that you weren’t trustworthy. However, that didn’t shake the guiltiness and rage you felt when thinking about how hard you have worked all your life to get where you are now just to risk it all for an asshole that was incompetent enough to do dangerous deals with people he shouldn’t.

You were wrong, though, Namjoon wasn’t an incompetent, quite the contrary actually. He was a very clever man indeed, knowing that having a law firm by his side would most likely help him cover his back in case something was to happen, especially if said firm is small and he is the main source of income.

“Mr. Kim is here” said the receptionist through the phone.

“Okay, send him up here.”

You collected your thoughts and breathed deep, praying you won’t snap at him like it had happened some other times before. It wasn’t just that you didn’t like the way he was managing his company but his personality and overall aura… you didn’t like it, not one bit. No matter how handsome and attractive he was.

A knock was heard in your office, followed by a voice “It’s Kim Namjoon, Mrs. y/s, may I come in?”

You arched your brow looking at him through the glass windows your office had, seeing his dimples showing because of the smile he had on his face.

“You may, Mr. Kim” you spoke in a monotonous voice, focusing again on the screen of your computer.

Namjoon’s smile turned to be more amused seeing your reaction, the one as always: trying your best not to look at him. He opened the door and walked in, closing it after him and taking a seat in a chair in front of your desk, not waiting for you to ask him to do it. You probably wouldn’t, anyways.

Of course, he knew the animosity you felt towards him and while at first that made him a little miserable and he almost lost his mind, with time he started finding it more amusing than anything and viewed it as a challenge to finally get on your good side. Naturally, the desire of taking you with him to keep you in his house was always at the back of his mind and he knew that sooner or later he would have to resort to that if he wanted you to be finally his, which of course he did. Until that moment, though, he would enjoy you being feisty towards him, it was amusing and kind of endearing seeing you struggling and fighting against yourself to not give in.

“How are you feeling on this beautiful day, Mrs. y/s?” Namjoon asked with a grin, if you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s actually interested in your answer.

He’s so hot, y/n! And the fact that he’s going against the law and with your help at that, only succeeds at making the situation even hotter.

That’s the message your friend sent you merely minutes ago, probably when she saw Namjoon was on his way to your office. Message you, of course, decided to ignore.

“It’s been good so far but I’m afraid that a big black cloud has just appeared to ruin it” you answered with a fake smile and felt pride at seeing how his smile faltered. You almost felt bad if it wasn’t for the fact that he was a criminal.

Namjoon cleared his throat, clearly ready to say one of the numerous flirty lines he’s been trying to use on you since the very beginning, but you were faster than him and asked about what it was that he needed help with this time.

“Ah, you see, there’s this huge deal I’m about to sign in two days so I thought that it would be a good idea for us both to go through the contract together and also, I wanted you to redact a confidential agreement.” You hated the way in which he said it, like if everything were okay, as if it was just a normal deal and there was nothing fishy about it. You also hated knowing that he could very much do this with his own men -it wouldn’t be the first time- but still decided to come here to torment you.

That was how time passed: you both going through the contract, making sure everything was in order -or as in order as it could considering there were definitely some fishy things that needed to be disguised or be described in a very vaguely-, you trying to dodge every attempt from Namjoon part at flirting with you and him finding it both amusing and adorable.

You danced in your interior once everything was done and it was finally time for him to leave, looking into your watch you realised it was almost time for you to go home as well and mentally sighed in relief. You got over another day.

“If that was all, Mr. Kim, you’re free to go now,” you said with a tired smile that Namjoon noticed didn’t reach your eyes. He so desperately wanted to make you smile for real, be the one on the receiving end of the cheerfulness he knew you had in you; he’d make sure he was the only one getting it one day. “I’ll send you the confidential agreement tomorrow before lunchtime so you can go through it in case there is something else that needs to be changed for the day of the signing.”

“Just one more thing, miss” he said, getting up from the chair he occupied for almost two hours in your office, “I think it’ll be better if you came to me with the agreement in person instead of just sending it to me.” Namjoon saw the protest and confusion on your face and before you could give him a negative, he talked again “there had been several attempts these past few weeks at hacking my accounts as well as the one of my other employers so I’d prefer it if the agreement could me better in my hands rather than on my email. We’re working on it, but until I’m sure there would be no possibility for a cyber-attack...an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure”

As much as you wanted to say, ‘fuck no, not in a million years I’m going to see you more than was needed’, you obviously couldn’t, and there was no good reason for you to deny his request.

“Sure, I understand it. I’ll be there tomorrow.” Your answer came more tense than you wanted to, but you wanted Namjoon to know of your discomfort at the premise of having to spend more time with him.

“I’ll send a car for you, darling, there’s no need for you to go anywhere.”

With that and a wink, Namjoon abandoned your office, leaving you there hanging, you wanted to refute that there is no need for him to send a car for you, that you can very happily go on your own and have a car that works very well but, of course, he always has to have the last words. You rolled your eyes and groaned, touching the bridge of your nose. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day.

As Namjoon said, a car was sent your way to the law firm you worked at to take you to his office, or at least that was where you supposed you were going to meet him. But upon seeing the car taking a completely different direction from where it should go, your uneasiness started growing.

“Excuse me,” you called for the attention of the chauffeur, “aren’t we going to Mr. Kim’s office?”

“No, Ms. y/s, I was told to take you to Mr. Kim’s place of residence.”

That fucker, you muttered under your breath. Once you arrived, you couldn’t help but gawk at Namjoon’s place of residence. You were expecting it to be huge and over the top, that’s the kind of house that Namjoon required to have considering the way he carried himself, but this was something else. A whole family could live here, and they wouldn’t even have to see each other if they didn’t want to -and you were referring to a family of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, parents, and kids.

The chauffeur opened the door of the car for you and was the one leading the way into Namjoon’s mansion as well. The interior was even more dazzling if that was possible: it was decorated in a minimalistic and modern way but there was a hint of old fashioned in some of the furniture. It was exquisite. You were guided all through the mansion until you arrived at the front of two huge mahogany doors, the chauffeur -you felt bad you didn’t ask for his name, he seemed nice- knocked on one of them and from the other side you could hear Namjoon’s voice ordering whoever was at the other side to come in, immediately he opened the door and made you a gesture with his hands for you to go in. You nodded your head and muttered a ‘thank you’ before entering the room. The door closed right behind you.

Namjoon looked up from his computer and a smile quickly found its way to his face upon seeing you right there in the middle of his office. He got up from his chair and moved around his massive table. “Y/n, it’s a pleasure to see you, please come and take a seat,” you did as tell and came near him, smiling slightly when Namjoon moved the chair so you could sit, “I apologize for the inconvenience I may have caused you with coming all the way here, some problems came up this morning and I wasn’t able to make it to my building.”

“Is everything okay, Mr. Kim?” You asked more out of courtesy than because you were actually concerned or interested in what his answer would be.

“Nothing you have to worry about, darling,” the paternalistic tone he used made you almost roll your eyes even if you were secretly grateful, he didn’t bother you with the problems of his corrupt business, “since it’s almost lunchtime, I asked my service to bring us the meal here later so we can eat together.”

“There was no need for that, Mr. Kim, I won’t be here much, you’re just required to go through the agreement and then I’ll be on my way to work again.”

Namjoon only hummed and went back to his chair in front of you. Without any further distractions you both proceeded to went through the document and, right as you stated, it didn’t take much time and since Namjoon didn’t really have any objections, you wrapped it up in no more than an hour but, much to your dismay, by that time the food has already been brought up to his office and you didn’t have it in you to deny it when it looked and smelled as delicious as it did.

“Please, try it,” Namjoon encouraged you, both of you have moved to one of the sofas on his office, and he took advantage of it and was now right next to you, “I didn’t know what you enjoy, so tell me if you don’t like this and I’ll ask for the chefs to make you something different.”

Now, that was a lie, Namjoon already knew everything there was to know about you, having made an exhaustive study of your life himself two days after seeing you for the first time; he knew the name of all your relatives, how many times you’d moved, the college you attended, the marks you got, hell, he even knew the name of all your ex-boyfriends and friends that were no longer in your life. You were fascinating to him, and he couldn't wait until he could uncover every single secret you kept to yourself.

“This looks amazing, I’m sure it’ll taste just the same” you said almost salivating, it’s been a long time since you last ate a proper home cooked meal. You could feel the intense gaze of Namjoon on you while you took the fork on your mouth and swallowed the food, you couldn’t help but make a sound of satisfaction at the taste and it was only in that moment that he averted his eyes from you at the sight, clearing his throat and taking a sip of the wine that was brought alongside the meal. “This is amazing! Thank you so much, Namjoon.”

You didn’t even notice you called him by his name or the real smile that was on your face and directed at him. But he did, and he could feel his heart galloping in his chest like crazy, feeling already addicted to hearing his name rolling on your tone without an annoyed tone to it and being on the receiving end of your more than beautiful smile.

You both kept eating and eventually started talking about everything and anything. It surprised you how you found yourself having a good time and enjoying Namjoon’s company more than what you thought you’d ever do. He was still an asshole in your eyes, and you didn’t like not one bit the way he made business, but you couldn’t deny that he gave you an interesting conversation and was funny even when he wasn’t trying to. Eventually though, you started to feel more and more dizzy, and a migraine was starting to form in your head.

“Is everything okay, darling? You’re getting paler by the second” you heard Namjoon voiced next to you, he sounded concerned and was closer to you than a minute before, one of his hands almost resting on your knee.

“Yeah...no, do you happen to have any pills? My head is starting to kill me…” your voice sounded estranged even to yourself and the strength was quickly leaving your body.

Before you could try to fight it, darkness consumed your every sense and the last thing you could feel or hear was Namjoon’s body pressed against yours and his smooth voice calling your name.

After twenty minutes or so, Namjoon finally decided that it was time to lead you to his room and rest your body on his bed. He’s been admiring your face, being this the first time, he has had the chance to do it from such a close distance, delighting himself in how perfect your body felt pressed to his and how from this day on, he’d be able to feel this way for the rest of his life.

He closed the door from his bedroom and locked it just in case, though he doubted you’ll wake up until tomorrow. On his way to the door, he made a call.

“What’s up, Namjoon?”

“I’m going there now, Yoongi. She’s already in my bed resting.”

Nothing more needed to be exchanged between the two men and Namjoon hung up right when he got into his car. Yoongi and Namjoon have been friends since they were both teenagers, having gone through a lot together. When Namjoon received an email with several photos of you he hadn’t order to take and a simple message saying, ‘we are keeping an eye on her too’, he knew he had to do something to keep you safe and it was actually Yoongi’s idea to lead you to Namjoon’s house, drug you and keep you there finally with him. They still had to figure out who the fuck had guessed Namjoon favoured you, but now that you were going to be safe by his side, he couldn’t help but smile silly all the way up to Yoongi’s building.

He knew he had a long way ahead of him until you fell in love with the same intensity, he had fallen for you, but he was sure you’d both get there and be the perfect couple he’d been dreaming of for so long.