#I was 20 minutes late to work today and cried in the walk in like 5 times

[dogboy-dyke]

god I feel like shit

I just want to curl up in someone's lap and have them pet me for a couple of hours

[owliellder]

The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x Painter fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: I'm actually thinking I might be doing one chapter every other night, but I would also like to draw on my comically large art tablet at some point this week, so I might skip a day or two.

Cross posted onto AO3

Session 2: Color Matching

You partially regret just agreeing to "tomorrow", seeing as this man decided that he wanted to show up at 4am.

It was the original time set for yesterday's session, and you guess he felt bad for being late, but god damn he texted you an hour earlier telling you he'd be there by 4am. Dragging yourself out of the comfort of your bed was difficult, but in the end it was worth it to draw such a stunner.

You had to get there before Leon did, so there you were; half awake, dressed in a pair of fuzzy pants and a loose t-shirt, and a small cup of tea in your right hand while the other fumbled with the keys to your little work room.

That was the greatest part about your job as a professional painter. You didn't have a dress code.

Though most days you did try to look your best, some days it was just easier to be comfortable. Besides, it's not like tons of people come and see you everyday, it was usually just one person at a time.

It was 3:47am by the time you'd gotten to your workspace and settled, sitting on one of the many floor pillows in the living area you put together away from the actual painting setup. The tea was warm, it was keeping you sleepy, but you couldn't stop taking small sips. It was in your hands, there wasn't much you could do to stop yourself.

You told Leon to just come on in when he arrived, not wanting to walk all the way back down just to lead him back up. The stiffness from sleep was still in parts of your body, so you knew it would be difficult to get up, even when he did finally stride through that door. He dressed nicely today, just what you needed him to do.

Wanting to relish in the dim yet warm lighting of your various lamps for as long as possible, you beckoned the man to come over and sit with you, which confused him slightly. He thought you would be ready to get started once he showed up, but he wasn't one to argue so early in the morning. Instead, he shrugged and slowly sauntered over to you, taking a seat on a floor pillow across from yours.

"Good morning." Leon grumbled quietly, his voice barely hiding the fact that he wasn't quite awake either. That rumble in his chest made your stomach flutter. "Good morning to you, too." You responded, closing your eyes for a moment to take another sip of your tea.

"When uh-" He cleared his throat, putting a fist up to his mouth as he did so. "When are we gonna get started?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, moving the cup away from your lips to stare at him. "I wasn't expecting to be up so early, so just give me a few more minutes to wake up and then we can turn my main lights on."

Leon sucked on his teeth as he thought, turning his head to look over out one of the windows as he rested his wrists on his knees. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Just wanted to make up for being late yesterday."

You laughed softly before letting out a quiet sigh, setting your tea down on the low coffee table sitting behind you.

"Don't worry about it, but also don't make me get up so early again, old man." You attempted to joke, immediately noticing the wince on his face at the nickname. To divert, you stood up and stretched, patting his shoulder as you walked by him. "Alright, let me pull my stuff out and then we can get started."

Leon followed you with his head, taking a few seconds before standing up himself, pressing his hands onto his knees to help get up from the floor pillow.

"I'm just going to be color matching your tones today. I won't do all of it since obviously lighting changes throughout the day, buuuut..." You trailed off, beginning to rummage through a drawer in one of your desks before pulling out handfuls of paint tubes. "I just need to pull out the basic colors I'll be using."

It was still pretty dim in the room which caused you to have to squint to see the names of the colors on the tubes. Leon found that partially amusing, his chuckle causing you to glare playfully over at him. "Something funny?"

"As funny as it is to watch you go cross-eyed looking at those," he smiled, gesturing with his thumb to the light switches near the door. "I feel like it'd be easier to just turn the lights on."

"My retinas will be fried if those get turned on-" You were cut off by your own shout when Leon took the liberty of turning the lights on himself, laughing as you quickly moved to cover your eyes.

He only had to squint for a second before his eyes adjusted. You, however, were not expecting the sudden change, so you got an eyeful of bright white light. Complete and utter agony that lasted for a full five seconds.

By the time you moved your hands away from your eyes, they were watering and you had to squint for awhile longer. "Give me a warning next time you decide you want to try and murder me like that." You said, wiping away the few stray tears you'd produced from the light sensitivity. "You might live in the light, but I don't!"

The man shook his head and crossed his arms, smile still plastered to his face as he slowly made his way over to the chair in front of your easel. "That's payback for calling me an old man."

You twisted your head around to the chair so you could give him an indignant look, catching a glance as he was putting his hands up in defense with a small "what?" before you turned to look down at the tubes of paint sitting next to your hands on top of the desk.

"Nothing, just wasn't expecting to work with a toddler, that's all.." You mumbled, smile creeping onto your face as you heard him click his tongue from behind you. "I was an old man not five minutes ago and now I'm a toddler?" Leon asked, voice peaking dramatically.

"Yes, you have quite the range, Mr. Kennedy." You began sifting through the various paints you'd pulled out, humming softly as you contemplated what route you wanted to take with them. Stick to primaries? Add secondaries? Should I just use every color I need? Hmmm..

Leon watched as you stared at the paint tubes you'd picked up, tilting his head to the side slightly to try and get a better look. He snapped his head back upright when you started to speak again. "I'm trying to decide whether or not to use a lot of different colors, or just stick to a minimum.."

It was almost as if you knew what he was wondering. "Uhh... what's the difference...?" The man questioned, raising an eyebrow as you turned around, seemingly having made your decision already.

"Using just the main 6 colors-" You turned around and were faced with his very confused stare, causing you to explain a little better. "The main colors you see in a rainbow."

He breathed out a quiet "ahh" at that. Okay, good. He knows his basics. Cute...

"I can mix just red, blue, and yellow at varying degrees to get any color I need. Adding green, purple, and orange will help even more." You pursed your lips, lightly tossing the paint tubes in your hands before setting them down away from the other tubes. "I need white also. Damn.."

"What's wrong with white?" Leon asked, leaning forward a bit to watch you dig in the drawer for a tube of white oil paint.

"Nothin'. Just forgot, is all. Trying to keep this as authentic as possible..." You mumble, quickly closing the drawer with a slam after pulling out the paint you were looking for.

Silently nodding his head in acknowledgment, Leon turned his focus to his surroundings again, admiring your choice in decor once more. He bought a nice decorative pillow for his couch yesterday after being here the first time.

You grabbed a few strips of thick white paper, running your thumb along its textured surface before setting them down. You told him to stay where he was as you set up a small art palette, little dollops of the paints sitting neatly in the circular grooves.

"I'm gonna make color swatches of your skin for myself." You spoke up as you suddenly turned and walked towards him, holding the palette in your left hand while holding the strips of paper and a small yet flat paintbrush in the right. "Also, I'll need to get a picture of you in the position you want, but I'll do that after all of-" you waved everything you're currently holding in a small circle. "-this."

Leon simply responded with an "oh, okay", his knee beginning to bounce as you quickly began to mix little bits of your paint together to get a simple pale skin tone down before you even attempted to match his.

As you worked, you were starting to grow nervous with the silence, and clearly the man in front of you was as well, given he had started to sweat slightly on his forehead. He wasn't nearly as conversational as the last two agents you painted.

"So.. you've earned yourself a portrait..." You smiled slightly, holding up the strip of paper you'd brushed your mixed paint on to see what colors to mix in next. "What'd you do to earn one?"

Leon hummed. It was hard to think about every mission he's gone on, all the horrors he bore witness to, the people he saved, the people he couldn't save, how it all started, and now the fact that he's done-

"Hey, woah, I'm sorry." The sound of your voice drew him away from his thoughts. "I didn't know that would be a.. sore subject for you." He blinked at you a few times, furrowing his eyebrows soon after. "What?"

You pulled the strip of paper away from his face, pulling your lips tight with a shrug of your shoulders at his response. "You suddenly looked mad. Like... really really mad. I thought you were gonna snap at me or-"

"No. It's just bittersweet, is all." Leon cut you off, waving his hand dismissively at you before nodding once down to the paint palette in your hand. "You can keep going."

You stayed frozen in your crouched position for a few seconds longer before continuing to swatch your paint. You kept silent, not wanting to seem like you were antagonizing him.

"I used to be just a cop." The man suddenly said, causing you to look up from where you were mixing your paints together. "Only for a single day, but I was a cop. Simple as can be."

You nodded, beckoning him to continue with a small smile, which he did. "I'm sure you've heard about some of that already though, since you worked with Claire not too long ago."

His comment caused you to let out a small "ohh" in sudden recognition, nodding your head again. "Yeah, that's right! She mentioned you on that, okay.."

Leon continued to talk about all of his missions vaguely, still having to keep confidentiality in mind. You let him drone on, having gotten his skin tone matched in a few different areas now. You stopped to scribble on the papers with the paint swatches, making sure to label where each tone came from on his face and hands.

You took note of how he circled back to his single day as a cop and to certain missions. His mention of saving the president's daughter had you immediately smiling. That was a straight ticket to earning his own portrait in that hall of the White House, he could've done just that his entire life and he still would've been seeing you at some point.

You focused on mixing your paint for a little while before noticing he had grown quiet, looking up to see him staring out the window, a faint orange glow from the sun rising highlighting his features. And his tears.

Growing concerned once again, you set down the paintbrush on the palette so you could place a gentle hand on his shoulder. It seemed he didn't notice that, too lost in his head to notice anything at this point.

"Hey..." You asked with a soft voice, your eyebrows furrowing with worry. "We don't have to talk about it anymore, you know..."

Finally, Leon looked back at you, eyes widening once he realized how watery his eyes were. He turned his head away so you didn't watch him wipe the tears that had fallen down his cheeks and use his sleeve to dry his eyes. It wasn't like him to be so easily bothered by this stuff.

"I just need one more color swatch and then you can go, okay? We can save the photo for another day." You gave the man a weak smile, one he didn't reciprocate. You understood.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but you filled in for him. "Seriously, it's no trouble at all. If you need more time then you need more time." Standing up from your crouched position, you left your half-finished color match swatch with the finished ones before walking over to set everything down on the desk.

You didn't want to crowd the poor man. That was probably the last thing he needed. Despite having only painted for a select few, you've learned to just step away from these retired agents when things would go awry. It was akin to a war veteran suffering from PTSD; they did almost have the same experiences as far as you could tell.

"I'm sorry."

Leon finally managed to say to you, his hands anxiously rubbing up and down on the tops of his thighs. Must be a nervous tick.

You angled yourself so you could see him while your body still faced the desk, smiling at him while your hands worked to neatly stack the strips of paper before clipping them together with a paper clip.

"There's absolutely no reason for you to apologize." You kept your smile as you responded to Leon, looking back down at your hands to make sure everything was put together properly. "You forget I strictly work with agents like yourself. From all the vague tellings, I know that the job is tough on you guys; body and mind."

It was weird having someone outside of the agency talk to him about this kind of stuff. It was weird for him to be bringing it up in the first place. Or, at least he felt like it was.

"Still, I should know better than to do that." Leon sighed, rubbing his hand along the side of his face before stroking his chin, scratching at the stubble growing.

"Know better than to do what? Let yourself process everything you've been through?" You spoke in almost a whisper. If your tone was any louder, you fear you'd come off as accusatory.

"I get it. Really, I do." Leon groaned quietly at your words, causing you to click your tongue. You grabbed your swivel chair and scooted it over so you could sit in front of him, and when you did, you brought your legs up to sit criss-cross just like yesterday, only there wasn't a table separating the two of you. You looked solemn. He didn't like where this was going.

"The whole point of painting you a portrait is to honor you and your work as an agent, but it's not just about getting yourself painted." You leaned forward in your chair, elbows resting on your knees, all the while keeping your voice hushed and gentle. "Seeing the portrait once it's finished is going to be an incredibly emotional ordeal. It's a reminder that this is truly the end of an era for you, Mr. Kennedy..."

Your words were really starting to strike a chord for Leon. He hadn't given it much thought. He didn't want to give it any thought at all. All he thought was "I'm just going to get myself a nice fancy portrait and be done with it". He didn't even consider what the portrait of him would actually symbolize.

"Oh." Was all Leon could muster, letting his gaze fall into his lap where his hands now sat clasped together. If it weren't for the comfortable environment you had set up here, he probably would've bolted ages ago.

You let him think everything over for awhile, wanting to give him all the time in the world. Clearly he needed something, but he wasn't allowing himself any sort of leeway.

It took some courage building internally, but you decided to stand up, taking the one step closer to him before placing your hand on his shoulder once more. You squeezed it a bit, bringing his attention back to you as he lifted his head up.

You attempted to smile at him, moving your hand off his shoulder so you could hold your arms out slightly. This man needed a hug and you were more than willing to offer the leeway he wasn't granting himself.

Leon stood up rather quickly which surprised you, and startled you just a bit, before feeling his large arms tightly wrap around you. It was a little awkward since he had to bend a bit to hug you properly, but it worked out in his favor, and yours too, since he got a better opportunity to bury his face into the crook of your neck.

He sighed happily when he felt your arms slowly wrap around his chest, doing your best to squeeze him for that extra bit of comfort, even rubbing up and down on his back. It had been so long since he had a real hug. It felt good.

You let him hug you for as long as he needed, which was longer than expected, but definitely not unwelcome by any means. Though, his warm breath against your neck and the smell of his cologne was causing you to blush. That's really the last thing you needed him to see after being so vulnerable and open with you.

You felt him start to pull his head away, prompting you to pat his back gently as an end to the hug. Despite the fact that it was faint, it was clear to you that he was blushing when you were finally able to look up at him.

You wanted to remain calm for Leon, letting out your nervousness through a quiet cough. "I know we've only met up twice, but if you ever need a change in scenery, just know that my workspace here is always open to you. I'm always open to you, okay?"

Your words were making him feel weird. Something he hasn't felt in a long time was creeping up his chest. Your smell lingering on his coat wasn't helping, either.

"Yeah-.. yeah, okay." Leon huffed through his nose, reaching up to scratch at the stubble underneath his jawline as he averted his gaze to the floor.

The sun was fully up now, so you walked over to where the light switches were next to the door, flipping them off. All your other ambient lights could be turned off later. For now, you needed to focus on the man still standing in front of that maroon chair.

"You can stay if you feel you need to, but I just want you to relax." You said, looking over at him as you heard his footsteps slowly walk past you to the living space.

"I'll head out." Leon bent over and grabbed his motorcycle helmet from where he'd set it down on the rug near the floor pillows. He placed his on his head as he walked over to where you stood next to the door, not really wanting anyone to look at his tear-stricken and red face any longer.

Once he finished fiddling with his helmet, you reached out and took his hand in both of yours, patting the top of it softly. "Text me when you're ready to come back over."

You couldn't see Leon's face anymore since he'd put the visor down, but you could definitely see him nod his head. He opened the door and let himself out, touching the side of the doorframe as he rounded the sharp corner and walked down the stairs.

After closing the door behind him, you started walking around your workspace to turn off all the lamps and other ambient lighting, pausing to listen to the sound of his motorcycle start up and drive off.

[forever1kay]

WASH DAY !!

Summary: Miles hasn’t had time to care for himself lately, so you take the time to do that for him.

Pairing: Miles Morales x Fem!Black!Reader (Best Friends to lovers trope)

Notes: I did age up Miles slightly in this fic, he’s 17. Please be prepared for a lousy description of facial and hair care, I’m not a professional and I only know what works for me. ALSO, there’s a picture at the very end and it’s not a faceless pic bc I couldn’t find one😔

Warnings: Non-sexual nudity, breaking and entering, Miles was very crusty for a lot of this fic, slander of Jehovah’s Witnesses, profanity of course, clueless Miles, mentions of death, a few nsfw lines… let me know if I forgot anything

You had just finished detangling your hair and were three seconds away from stepping into the shower when you heard a knock at the front door. You debated answering but ultimately decided against it when you realized it was probably the Jehovah’s Witnesses for the third time today.

Stepping into the shower, you hear a thud against the floor in the other room and all you can do is pause and hope you'll be okay. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened and all you could do was scream and grab the shower curtain for cover.

"Oh Lord!" You scream as your legs give out and force you to sit on the shower floor. "Lord, help me! I'm being attacked!”

“It's just me, Y/n/n!" Miles shouted while frantically waving his hands. “To think you’d recognize your best friend when you see him.”

You stop thrashing and peak your head out from behind the shower curtain, staring up at Miles. “Hi there!”

"Hey," He says, stooping to your level on the other side of the tub. “That was an interesting show you just put on.”

"I was going through something.” You replied, clearing your throat, “When exactly did you get back to this dimension? You smell like booty juice.”

Miles stands up and shyly scratches the back of his neck. "Yeah, about that," he starts. "I just got back and I haven't had time to shower or anything."

“Seriously? You left a week ago!" You cried out while standing up but keeping your body hidden behind the curtain. "Why didn't you go back home and take a shower?"

“Forgot my key at my friend Hobie's.”

“Of course.” Grabbing your shampoo, you sighed and started to shampoo your hair. “I’ll tell you what…”

Miles nods, waiting for you to continue.

"I'll wash your hair after I wash mine. That sound good?”

Miles hums in approval.

“Good! Go shower in my sister’s bathroom.”

"I can't just come in there with you?" He asks.

“Miles, be for real.”

"Okay, okay!" He chuckles and raises his arms in surrender. “Do I still have clothes here?"

“Of course! With how often you’re here, it’d be weird if you didn’t.”

Miles hums. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I’ll leave your clothes outside of the door when I’m done. If you finish before me, just sit tight. It won’t kill you.”

He smiles and gives you a sincere thank you before leaving to take a shower of his own. You unexpectedly finished before him, so you made the decision to leave clean clothes outside the bathroom door for when he’s done.

You did your after-wash routine and wrapped your hair while you waited.

About 20 minutes later, he came back from the restroom wearing the clean clothes you had left for him and threw himself onto your bedroom floor.

“You ran all my momma hot water, Miles?” You asked him.

“Nah, I left some.”

You chuckled and got up, walking towards your room door. “Okay, come on.”

“Where are we going?” He asked, following closely behind you.

“To wash your hair.” You said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He raised an eyebrow. "How does that make sense when I just got out of the shower?"

Rolling your eyes, you grab a seat from the kitchen table. "You know how to stick your head in the sink."

"My neck gets hurt that way." Miles pouts and takes the chair from you, setting it in front of the sink.

“Everyone has that problem.” You respond, gently pushing him into the chair as you experiment with the water temperature then rush to the bathroom to get the shampoo, conditioner, and treatment.

When you come back, Miles is staring blankly at you.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I don't want my hair to be washed in the sink."

“It's either this or you wash your own hair.” You tell him. He shakes his head. “You sure? If you want your hair to be crusty, it’s up to you.”

Miles shakes his head again and takes his shirt off before leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes, wordlessly agreeing to get his hair washed in the sink.

“Alright!” You smile, starting to wash his hair.

Your arms eventually became worn out, and you briefly complained about it before choosing to sit on him.

He awkwardly cleared his throat. "What are you doing?"

"This lessens the stress on my arms."

“Oh.” He nods. "Yes, right. Okay, great. Cool.”

He suddenly started to draw shapes in your thighs with his eyes closed. You did your best to stay calm.

"How was your week?" He asked, his words starting to slur from fatigue.

“So good.”

“Yeah?” He challenged. "Tell me more about it."

Miles had stopped running his hands along your legs, but you were too busy telling him about your week-long college tour at UCF to notice.

You saw he had fallen asleep and was somewhat drooling when you reached up to rinse his hair. Before the moment was over, you immediately dried your hands and took a picture of him. After that, you washed his hair once more, rinsed it, and then used your preferred conditioner.

As soon as you were done, you cleaned your hands and tried to wake up Miles.

"Pssst,” You whispered, "I'm finished.”

"Five more minutes.” He said with his eyes still closed, gently pushing your face away.

“No, Miles.” You responded, "Come on.”

After hearing him snore in response, you reached for the sink faucet and extended it in his direction.

His eyes shot open before you could turn on the water, and he grabbed your wrist. “Alright! I’m up, I’m up.”

You pat his face and rise, placing the faucet in its proper place. “Good! Now stand up.”

“Where are we going?”

You place an oversized cotton towel on his head, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind you. “To the sofa so I can do your hair.”

“Do what to it exactly?” Miles asks, following behind you with your hand still in his.

You shrug as you sit on the sofa and set a pillow on the floor for Miles to sit on. “No idea. You have something in mind?”

Miles squishes into a comfy position between your legs. "Actually, yeah."

And after 45 minutes of Miles being tender-headed from his first set of braids, you finished.

"Calm down, you ass." You scolded. "We're finished. Go look at it.”

Miles went to look at his hair in the bathroom before excitedly running back to you and lifting you up.

"I love it!" He shouted, spinning y’all around. “How did you learn to braid like this? Thank you!”

When he became too dizzy and lost his balance, you squealed while wrapping your legs around his waist. Your back almost hit the floor, but Miles saved you by flipping over last minute.

"My bad…" He said apologetically.

After a few hours, your family came home and found you and miles sleeping on the couch. They asked you both to get up and move so that you wouldn't take up space.

You took this moment to your parents if he could stay the night and they pointed at the air mattress that you’d have to inflate for him.

About time the air mattress was inflated and the both of you laid down in your respective beds, neither of you were tired anymore.

“Miles.” You whispered.

“Y/n?” He replied.

"Wanna do a thing?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

He sat up. “What thing?”

“Let me give you a facial.” You spoke, rolling over to face his bed.

Miles raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't the boy give the girl-"

You threw a pillow at him. "Nigga, not that kind of facial!"

He caught the pillow and threw it back, hitting your shiny ass forehead with it. “Then what are you talking about?”

You got up and walked toward him, reaching your hands out for his. “Cmonnnn, just trust me.”

Miles sighed and rolled his eyes, taking your hand. “Fine.”

He is then dragged into the bathroom where you force him to wash his face while you get all the supplies. Once he has finished cleaning his face, you lead him back into your room and give him a durag.

Miles sits on your bed, puts on the durag, and sends a worried glance your way.

“Don’t worry, I got this!” You reassure him, sensing his apprehension. “Now lay down.”

“Okay, okay.”

You straddle Miles when he lies down on your bed, pausing for a second before you do anything else.

“I would just like to let you know that i am not a professional and I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing.”

Miles smiles up at you. “It’s fine.”

You return his smile before picking up an under-eye mask for eye bags.

“What’s that?” He asks.

“An eye mask.” You reply.

“Where does it go?” He asks dumbly.

“Right under your eyes.” You chuckle. “Close them.”

As instructed, Miles closes his eyes. You place the eye mask under his eyes and then take the jade roller and massage the eye masks against his face.

After some time had passed, you threw the eye mask in the garbage next to your bed.

“Okay, you can open your eyes.”

Miles started to sit up. “We’re done? Already?”

“No, Miles.”

He laid back down.

“You can keep your eyes open for this one.” You told him, grabbing the lip scrub.

“What’s that one?”

“Lip scrub.” You tell him.

You take a scrub brush and generously cover it with lip scrub before placing it on Miles' lips and gently massaging it in. He stared up at the concentrated expression on your face.

About thirty seconds later, you went to get a damp towel to remove the lip scrub, but Miles beat you to it.

“This tastes good.”

“Miles no! Don’t eat it, the packaging says you could die!”

Miles gasps and shoots up, snatching the lip scrub container and knocking you to the floor in the process.

“Show me where it says that!”

“It doesn’t, I was just kidding.” You huff. “But now I should kill you myself for almost killing me.”

He shrugs. “It’s not my fault you told me I was going to have a premature teenage death.”

You roll your eyes and grab the warm rag, climbing back onto your bed. “Anyways, you can lay your head in my lap and I’ll finish this.”

Miles quickly lays down on your lap and looks up at you.

His lips are effectively damp after you wipe away the last of the lip scrub for you to be able to apply the desired lip serum. You apply a small amount, then rub it in. With a lovesick smile on his face, Miles looks up at you.

You raise an eyebrow.

“You’re so pretty.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“What?!” He counters. “I-I don’t know.”

You sigh and shake your head, applying a lip mask, then a jelly face mask, then facial serum, and lastly moisturizer on his skin.

By that point, Miles' eyes were closed, and you were unsure of whether he was asleep or not.

“Miles?” You speak softly.

“Yeah?”

“I’m all done, love.”

“Can we do another one?”

“No, sir. We cannot.”

“But I feel so relaxed.”

“We can go to sleep if you want?”

“No, let’s watch a movie.”

“Yes! I’ll go grab snacks.”

Ignoring the puzzled stares from your family, you run to the pantry to grab some snacks before returning to Miles, who had already decided on the movie.

“What did you pick?” You ask, setting the snacks down carefully onto the bed.

“Howl’s Moving Castle.” He replies, pulling out his phone and sitting at the foot of the bed. “Say cheese!”

While chuckling a little at Miles, you smile towards the camera while holding the straw's tip in your mouth.

“What are you laughing at, huh?”

“You’re adorable, Miles.”

“Thanks, I try.”

As the movie begins, you roll your eyes and set the drink down.

About halfway through the movie, Miles moves closer to you and lies in your lap, staring up at you.

You frown down at him. “You okay, Miles?”

“Yeah.” He replies, smiling a little before starting to watch the movie again.

About five minutes later, he breaks his silence by bringing up the facial you gave him earlier.

“You know, you should really try some of the lip scrub.”

“I will not eat the lip scrub that I paid money for.” You tell him, “So unless you have another way, then I won’t-“

Miles reaches out and pulls your face to his in the classic Spider-Man kiss, holding you there as long as you let him.

Six seconds later, you pull away from Miles and give him a confused look.

“I’m totally not complaining, but what was that for?”

Miles closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking back up at you. “I like you a lot, Y/n…”

“So your mom wasn’t trying to trick me?”

“SHE TOLD YOU I LIKE YOU?!”

“Yeah?”

“Ignore her from now on.”

“I did, that’s why we’re having this moment so late.”

“Does that mean you like me too?”

“Mhm.”

Miles smiles awkwardly. “Cool.”

You give him a pat on the cheek and resume watching the film.

He breaks the silence again a little while later.

“…That lip scrub tasted good, didn’t it?”

You giggle and peck his lips again. Before the movie was over, you both had fallen asleep.

BONUS:

The following morning when you woke up before Miles, you checked your Instagram and found a surprise waiting for you.

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[wooataes]

하품 (Yawn)

Pairing: any member x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, swearing

Summary: you’re just tired.

A/N: listening to the Yawn teaser in the Highlight medley made me think of this lil idea🥰 Lee Jihoon, this song will break my heart I just know it. This song feels like a warm, comforting hug.

-Tae 🩷🌸

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Today couldn’t have gotten any worse if it tried.

It all began from when you slept through your morning alarm, making you late for work and stepping in a puddle in your attempt to rush to make it on time. While in your rush, you were also blessed with an unwanted shower by a passing bus, the dirty rain water drenching your brand new white shirt. This was followed swiftly by a loud scalding from your manager in your office, leading you to sit silently at your desk, damp, dirty and on the brink of tears. It didn’t help your case when every mistake that could’ve been made by your team decided to be executed all today too, making your already large workload even larger from your incompetent coworkers.

Due to your tardiness, you were only able to drink a poorly made coffee from the coffee machine in the break room while you worked through your morning tea break to fix up the mess left behind by your coworkers and eat a now soggy sandwich through your lunch break. You think that is the end of your bad luck for the day, only for the bus to break down on your way home, causing you to walk the 20 minute walk him in the rain, seemingly giving up on turning the day around.

You heave a sigh of relief as you step into your apartment, wanting nothing more than to have a hot shower, change into a fresh pair of pyjamas and order a take-away pizza for an impromptu date night with your boyfriend. As you step into the bathroom and turn the shower on, you feel the tears fill your eyes once more as only cold water runs through your fingers. The stupid fuckers upstairs have clearly used all the hot water in the complex for the third time.

You feel stupid, crying over something so small. The water seemed to be the last straw for you as you let out a weak sob, turning the shower off before curling up on the bathroom floor.

Fuck today, you think. Fuck this stupid fucking day.

You let your sobs leave your body for what feels like hours, hugging your knees tightly to your chest.

You’re just so fucking tired. Why can’t you have anything good go for you today, just once?

Your cries turn into whimpers after a short while before your body jolts at the feeling of two strong arms hugging you from behind. Just as you’re about to fight back, your whole body relaxes as his voice whispers to you.

“Hey, you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

You sniffle and let out another weak cry, which only makes him coo and scoop you into his lap, tucking your head into his shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. His warmth seeps into your bones slowly like a cup of warm tea, and your cries begin to soften as his fingers run through your hair, rocking you ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, but he only just shushes you and presses his lips for your forehead. “No, don’t. I-I’m dirty.”

“Oh hush.” He scolds you playfully. “It’s just a little bit of rain. I won’t die.” He kisses your forehead once more, standing slowly and carrying you to the bedroom carefully.

You don’t even want to know what your face looks like right now, eyes puffy and cheeks blotchy, lips red from biting on them all day out of frustration. And to top it all off, your hair probably looks like a birds nest, all knotty and soaked from the rain.

“Come on, you.” He guides you to the end of the bed carefully, getting you out of your wet clothes and changing you into one of his large hoodies and a pair of your Pyjama pants. “There we go.” He’s praising you with every article of clothing he manages to change you into, which you follow almost robotically with no complaint.

“Today sucked.” You whimper as he leads you to the bed, making you lay under the covers.

“You don’t have to talk about it.” He urges, sliding under the blankets beside you.

“I’m just so tired.”

“I know, Jagiya.” He doesn’t wait for you, taking your arm and pulling you into his waiting hold, arms circling around your waist. “I know. You can rest for the day, I’m not going anywhere, Kay?”

You nod slowly as your head rests against his chest, letting your eyes flutter closed at the sound of his heartbeat in your ears.

“I love you.” You sniffle.

“I love you too, my love.” He coos, fingers running through your hair delicately.

You may have had the worst day, but you feel damn lucky that you have your amazing boyfriend to help you pick up your pieces.

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[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

⭐️𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬⭐️

Henry Bowers x fem! Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

chapter 4

Chapter summery: first day of school jitters

Word count: 2,793

Estimated read time: 13 minutes

A/N: we are ever so slowly getting closer and closer to what y’all came here for!

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Chapter 3

Oh aren’t you just a ray of sunshine

Bam!

You felt the sting of a fist across your face.

Bam!

Another.

Bam!

And then another.

The hits stopped about when you almost passed out.

They never stopped when you cried. Or when you said please.

You watched your mother get off of you.

Glancing at the blood on your knuckles as she stood, you couldn’t tell if it was hers or yours.

You waited until you heard the door to her and your fathers room lock before you crawled to the door and opened it. Using the door handle as leverage to stand. You wobbled to the mirror to look at yourself. You find yourself bloody and bruised with a black eye already swollen shut and blood coming out of every part of your face.

The phone on your bed rang!

You woke up with a jolt! Heavily panting and breathing. As you tried to figure out where the fuck you were. You were home. Killer was asleep at your feet and Kevin was just downstairs. You were home. You jump out of bed and rush to the closest mirror. You examine your face. It’s fine. Perfectly fine. Not a cut, not a bruise, not even a pimple. You sighed.

You look at the clock by the mirror on your desk to find that it’s only 20 minutes before you were planning on waking up. School starts today. Yippie.

Yesterday Kev didn’t take you into town because there was no reason to. The town was dead. Everyone was focused on getting ready. So you and Kevy sat at home and relaxed. You didn’t need new clothes because no one knew these clothes were actually like 2 years old. You didn’t need to go supply shopping because the teachers would tell you what you needed the first few days of school. When it was starting to get late Kevin suggested you sleep in your own bed with killer to get as much rest as possible. Much to your discomfort. You agreed. You open the blinds to your balcony and sit in your robe against the railing. Soon killer woke up and nudged you with his head. You kissed his stupid face and started to get ready.

You showered the night before so you were clean. You quickly did your makeup and got dressed in some Jeans and a baby blue knitted sweater. You put your hair up into a loose clip and stuffed you work clothes (pantyhose, shorts and a loose band tee with cut neckline so it hung off your shoulder. Along with a cardigan sweater in case you got cold.) into your cloth messenger bag and went downstairs with killer. You quickly fed him and got yourself some juice before going to Kev's room.

“Kevy, I gotta go now” you said quietly.

“There's an old bike with a basket in the farm shed so you don’t have to walk. Don’t let killer out” he grumbled and the turned over to face away from you.

The thought of everything, you smiled to yourself. You locked up the house with killer scratching at the door, before wandering to the farm shed. You found a perfect light blue bike with a wicker basket attached to the front. You wheeled it out, Checked the tires, and once you deemed them good you set your bag in the basket and rode off making sure to lock the property gate. As you rode down the main dirt road you noticed that the pigs police cruiser wasn’t there. But that asshole's blue car was. You didn’t stop and continued riding until you got to the main entrance of Derry high school. You rode your way to the farthest most hidden bike rack and locked up your bike. This rack was more hidden because of how far it was from a usable entrance. There was a door here but it looks to have been blocked off for some reason.

As you are walking back to the main entrance the bell rings.

“Ah fuck” you mumble to yourself before you start jogging to the entrance. You have no fucking idea where your classes are and you don’t know who to ask for help. You get through the front main doors and almost instantly feel eyes on you. You look too old to be a freshman but no one has ever seen you. You stick out. Hell, even the freshmen are looking at you. You are new in town and everyone knows it. You keep your head high and walk around trying to find your first period. You eventually figure out all core classes are coded by hundreds. So your first hour. Chemistry is in the 600 hall. By the time you figure that out, the bell has rung and you are the last person in the halls.

How the fuck is that possible? How do the freshman know where their fucking classes are? You groan and walk to your class. When you go to open the door to room 605 it’s locked. With another groan you knock loudly. You hear the woman’s loud voice inside halt and you hear footsteps stomping over to you. ‘This should be good’ you think to yourself sourly. The door opens and an old large woman greets you.

“Your late” she spits as she gestures you inside, closing the door behind you.

“I know” you reply.

“Why?”

“Excuse me?” You question. What does she mean why? It’s the frist day of school.

“Why were you late?” She repeated bitterly.

“It’s the first day of school” you state and a couple of the kids at the lab benches snort. You are becoming increasingly aware that you and the teacher are standing in front of the class, basically arguing.

“That is no excuse. The class tours were 2 weeks ago. you should have attended” she spits at you once again.

You are getting so frustrated and annoyed with this conversation you want to hit something. You didn’t want to put the spotlight on being the new kid today but it looks like you’ll have to.

“Listen miss. I wasn’t even fully packed to move here 2 weeks ago. I was officially enrolled 5 days ago and just got my schedule 3 days ago. I got lost. May I please sit down?” You snap at her.

She looked surprised at your tone and hurried over to her desk to find a clipboard.

“Ah I’ve found you. It appears the only free seat is with mr Bowers in the back”

All the students tensed. Oh how bad could it be? You walk down the rows to see an empty Seat in the aisle. Shame. You would have loved the window seat to look outside. As you pass the last few students you see the boy sitting in the window seat. He’s really cute. You look at him for a second, scanning him. Brown mullet. Tall. Sleeveless shirt. His arms are crossed and he looks pissed. You sit down before he can notice your staring. Maybe if you get here early next time you can take the window seat. Though he doesn't exactly look nice enough to be beat to a seat. The large woman talks about nothing for about an hour and then the bell rings.

That annoying ass conversation happened with every teacher for the first three periods. You didn’t know where the fuck anything was. This school was weirdly bigger than your last one. Finally it was lunch and all the students were allowed off campus to eat. You hadn’t seen any of those really nice kids from next to the diner yet so you decided to wander around outside. Strangely enough that’s where you saw them. By the bike rack. They saw you too. The girl you remember as Beverly waved you down with a big smile. You jogged over to them and greeted them.

“W-w-we were just ab-b-b-bout to go get some food. Wan-n-n-a come with?” Billy asked.

“Sure!” you replied and they all hopped on their bikes.

Mike was the one to notice you didn’t have one.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked sweetly.

“Oh no I have a bike I just have to go get it. Is that okay with y’all?”

They all nod and you smile and lightly jog away to the hidden bike rack. As you are coming back you hear a commotion. You duck behind a pillar and peek out to look at those kids being picked on. They are being pushed and shoved by a really tall guy, with longish hair, a chubby guy with a hat, a skinny guy with dyed blonde hair, and that cute guy from chem class. You watch as that bowers guy goes up to Bill and licks his palm before smearing it on Bill's face. The boys laugh and get into that blue sports car. Of fucking course. The boys drive off and you run to the others with your bike.

“Are y’all okay? I saw a little of what happened!¿Estás herido?” (Are you hurt?)

Stanley turned to you looking sad. “That was just Bowers and his goons”

Richie chimed in “they fuck with us all the time. Look what they did to Ben here” Richie grabbed the bottom of Ben’s shirt and lifted it up revealing an almost healed cut in the letter H. Ben quickly shoved his shirt back down and glared at Richie. Obviously embarrassed that you saw his stomach less than a day of knowing him.

Eddie pipes up “who cares, they aren’t here anymore and I need to take my meds with food. can we please just fucking leave?”

You wonder if Eddie always seemed this on edge. All of you bike to a nearby food truck and enjoy some bullshit tacos and burgers.

“What class you got next, new kid?” Beverly nudges you with a smile.

“Oh I actually don’t know yet” you pull out your phone to check. “Remedial math 2 in room 108… where the fuck is 108?? I ain’t seen a 100 hall in this fucken school.” You grumble to yourself and Beverly laughs.

“Yeah the map of this place is pretty hard to Learn. I have that class too. So does Richie. We can help you get there.”

“Thank god. All day I’ve had to announce to asshole teachers and their classrooms ‘IM NEW’. Might as well just write on my forehead and call myself the constitution with how I got people lookin’ at me.”you sigh.

“Where are you from? You have an accent.” Stanly asks.

“Oh it pains me that you noticed I have that.” You whine dramatically.

“Don’t worry,” he laughs. “It’s not bad. you can just hear it on certain words”

“I’m from Texas” you answer.

“Oh that totally makes sense” Ben says

“I beg your pardon” you raise your eyebrow at him not sure if you should be offended.

He immediately gets flustered at the thought of making you offended “I don’t mean anything by it I just mean you seem like someone from Texas you know. Kind of intimidating but really really kind…” he trails off.

“He means you have a resting bitch face” Richie proclaimed then took a fat bite of his greasy burger.

Ben immediately tried to defend himself but you started laughing so hard you snorted, making everyone else laugh. you knew you had a resting bitch face. It was just funny to hear how hard Ben tried to dodge saying it.

The group finished their food and you all rode off back to the school. They locked their bikes up then walked you to lock yours. Then Beverly and Richie walked you to class. The teacher gives you an assigned seat in the second to last row all the way to the right. To your displeasure that Bowers guy walked in as you sat down and walked to the seat right behind you with his chubby friend a row ahead and to the left of you and 2 seats to the right of Richie. Thank god Beverly was at the front row and on the complete other side of these assholes. The class continued again with no real topic. The end of class came and as Richie stood to get up the chubby asshole and Bowers made their way to him. grabbing him and pulling him aside. You looked at Beverly and she nodded at you to leave while she took care of it. You felt bad but you did as she said.

The rest of the day flew by and before you knew it school was over. You walked out of school to find some of the group at your secluded little bike rack by the blocked off door. It was Mike , Ben, Beverly and Stanley. you all talked as you waited for the others to meet up there. I guess this was the new spot to dodge the group of dicks running through the school.

Eventually the others come out and give you a quick goodbye as you run back into the school and into a bathroom stall. You take off your jeans and put on your pantyhose then your jeans over them. Just so you aren’t caught naked from the waist down on the way to work. You loved your pantyhose because they had built in shorts. No one would be catching you ass out. You thought to yourself.

You walked out of the bathroom and back to your bike. You rode off the way to work and stopped at the bridge. You had to cross it anyway to get to work and no one was around. why not get changed here? You shed your sweater quickly and get the band tee out of your basket and put it on. Next you took off your shoes and jeans and as fast as you could, slid on your shorts. You slipped on your light black cardigan sweater. Then You threw your shoes in the basket, and rode to the shop without them.

There was one thing you were wrong about. You weren’t alone. There was a blue Trans Am parked just to the side of the bridge in a parking lot you didn’t see.

All the other boys were inside stealing some smokes while Henry Bowers sat in the front seat and watched you.

New girl with a tattoo?

How interesting.

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You hop off your bike and grab your bag. Quickly locking it in the bike rack in front of the store before heading inside.

“Honey I’m home!” You playfully yell. You can almost hear his eye roll from the isle he’s in.

“I’m organizing. Can you manage the front?” He shouts back.

You run to where you hear his voice.

“Only if I can play one of the guitars, I need to relax before I invent my own saw trap out of these vinyls. Make a saw from records and lower myself onto it just to get away from the hick town.” You groan.

“Well aren’t you just a ray of fuckin’ sunshine” He laughs at your dramatics. You always did have a way with words. “Sure, no one is in right now so go crazy.”

You jump with excitement and sprint to the guitars. You find a beautiful pink custom fender electric and take it off the wall. You run over to the front desk, plug it into the amp and begin to play whatever comes to mind.

You missed this.

You know it may seem redundant to think about but you feel so relaxed around Kevin. You feel home. Even if this town sucks and you can’t stand more than a few people. It’s home because he is here. You are playing guitar while he organizes like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he never left. Like momma is sitting at home waiting for y’all to barge in and distract her from her rewatch of Jersey shore. Like Issac is sitting in his room playing video games. You know they aren’t though. That burns deep in your chest. But you and Kevin have each other. That’s all y’all need for now.

“I love that song” Kevin quips at you from the floor of aisle 2.

You hadn’t realized but you began playing some dumbass dad Rock song. It was the rock version of Smooth Criminal by Alien Ant Hill. You continue to play with a smile. That was before some people came in and immediately started roughhousing around record players. Kevin got up and walked to you with an empty crate in hand.

“You deal with these freaks. You don’t know how to sort yet and I really gotta get this done.”

You nod and continue strumming to the song in your head.

He smiles and walks to the back room where killer is sleeping. You turn down the volume of the amp to see the boys, Who you only now recognize as the Bowers gang, huddled together by the CD’s.

‘Oh fuck’ you internally groan. This is gonna fucking suck.

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Hope you liked it!!

[imnotasuperhero]

Don't go (meet me in the afterglow)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Sometimes things can be fixed. Would your relationship with Wanda be fixed or is it too late?

A/N: I AM BACK!! At least I'll try to be more active now. I hope you enjoy this request I've got from @wandabear and don't hate me much? I meaaaan.. if you squint, you have the answer.

I've might end it like this in case you guys want a continuation? I just.. AAHHHHH! Anyways. Enjoy!

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All in Wanda's body itched as if a colony of red ants settled camp in her skin, and the fact you've been staring at her for the last 20 minutes did nothing to placate the itch.

But instead of facing you like her brain ordered her to, she just ignored your presence, tending to other tables and refilling whatever empty contaner she found, working extra hard to forget about your burning eyes on her every move. Because no matter how her heart hurted to know the truth, her soul wasn't ready to face such sorrow.

Maybe she's fooled herself from the beginning. Maybe you were simply a player in this game her life was, but her desperation to have something that belonged to her was stronger than whatever red alert her brain sent her. After all, Wanda wasn't one to think things through when it came to her heart.

If only she'd paid attention to the crooked path you've lead her through.

But how could she notice the red flags when all it took was a smile or a small, yet burning touch in the right place for her brain to become mushy goo?

All the secrets you both shared in the intimacy of her bed with only the moonlight lightening your naked bodies and all the tears of laughter taking over you, did nothing but to heal her wounded heart. 

"I'm getting uncomfortable with her staring at you like that for so long," Mag grunted, taking her out of her reverie. "Make her go or I'll call Eric."

Wanda could only look blankly at the black eyes staring back disaprovingly at her before her feet started to move.

Closing her eyes momentarily, Wanda inhaled deeply twice, thrice, gathering the courage to face you after all the weeks of radio silence.

"If you're not ordering anything else, you must go." Wanda felt the bile reaching her troath at the venom she heard in her voice.

"We need to talk," your burning gaze on her had Wanda's skin burning in that warm way she loved oh, so much.

"Not today." The brunette nodded in the negative, rushing to gather your remainings before cleaning the table you somehonow keept immaculately clean.

The burning in her hand had her inhaling sharply, all the while fighting with her body not to melt at your soft skin on hers. 

"Please," you begged honestly, and Wanda was never someone to deny you.

"There's nothing to say, Y/N." She removed her hand from your grip, already missing the warm feeling. After all, she had to fend for herself.

Gasping, Wanda's legs trembled as she felt your hands finding home at both sides of her hips, you right thumb taking advantage of her riddled shirt as it graced the soft patch of skin under its reach.

"Wands, I need to-"

"Hey! You better back off." 

Wanda almost cried at the loss, but silently thanked the big guy for rescuing her.

"Easy, dude. I'm not doing anything," you raised your hands as you stepped back just enough to be outside her personal space.

"Touching the staff is forbidden," the tall, ginger cooker frowned upon you, and Wanda didn't know how to react. She's never seen him so serious before.

"It's okay, Eric. She's going now." The brunette took the tray while faking her best poker face as you took your coat and walked away defeatedly, not without sending her one last look.  

"You can do better, kid." Eric squeezed her shoulder before walking away, leaving her to detangle the knot of mixed emotions inside her chest.

But just when she thought the worst had passed, Wanda's heart froze as she saw the figure of someone standing by her car, only iluminated by the street lamp a few feet away.

With her car keys between her fingers in a tightened grip, Wanda walked with firm steps, yet quietly, ready to attack if needed. 

But all the uncertainty she felt started to disipate when, with every step closer to her car, the misterious person showed itself to be... you.

"You don't know how to give up. Do you?" Wanda bit her cheek not to laugh at your exaltation.

"Not when it comes to you. No." You smiled something shy, and Wanda would be lying if it didn't affect her. "I just need you to hear me out," you explained. "Preferably somewhere warmer than here," your sheepish expresion had her smiling something warm.

"I normally wouldn't do this, but I worked a double and I don't feel like going out. I'll meet you at my apartment." Wanda knew it was a risky move. But truth be told, she still trusted you with her soul, so she had nothing to fear.

"Uhm, I don't have my car."

"Get in, then." She ordered when the alarm deactivated.

The ride to her place was filled with a tangible silence, only disturbed by the soft tune comming from the stereo.

Looking trough her periferal vision, Wanda could notice your anxious demeanor, and she secretly smiled triumphantly at knowing she still had some effect on you, which she'd clearly take some advantage of. After all, two can play this game.

"We can either have reheated spaguetti or we can ask for take out." Wanda informer as she turned the steeringwheel towards her street.

"If you cooked it, spaguetti is okay for me," you smiled shily and Wanda nodded, smirking internally.

Stoping the car in her parkinglot, Wanda stepped off her car with her key ready to lock it up as soon as you exited ass well.

"You know the place. I'm gonna shower quickly before we talk. Yes?" She informed as she walked to her apartment.

"Yes, boss," you joked, hot on her heels.

To say your heart has been threatening to get out of your chest all day was an understatement. The mixed emotions of regret, fear and hope had you trusting your body to act on autopilot as the wires on your brain hadn't been able to work properly for the last few days, when you decided to just bit the bullet and fight to win her back.

Hopefully, this time you'd be a better version of yourself. Your story with Wanda was only meant to be, as any true love was. 

Looking around you, it was impossible to stop your mind from reviving the memories you shared in this same apartment. Every corner in these four walls had a special moment that will forever live in you.

"I still don't get why you like this one," you smiled tenderly at the picture you held in your hands.

"Well, it's the first picture we had together," Wanda shrugged as her arms closed around your middle.

"I'm sure there are better ones," you scrunched your nose as your eyes analized the portrait doing your best to ignore Wanda's hot breath in your neck as she placed soft kisses on your skin.

"Not everyone has phisical proof of the love of their life staring at them so whippedly," you could feel the smirk in her voice, sending shivers down your spine.

Turning in her hold, you could only kiss her nose. "What can I say? I'm just a woman who's been struck by the beauty of a Goddess."

"Is that your way to get into my pants?" Wanda's brow rised mischeviously and you could only swallow hard.

"I'm hurt you think so poorly of me, ma'am,"

"I couldn't find it in me to throw it away," Wanda's voice brought you back to the present.

"To be honest, I'm glad you didn't," you mumbled as you placed the portrait back in its place before you followed her to the kitchen, where she busied herself with dinner.

"Part of me hoped I'd see you again," the shaking in her voice had your heart cracking.

"I'm sorry it took me so long," you offered in vain.

"At least it served to help you see the truth?" 

As your eyes never left Wanda's movements, you noticed how her body shaked almost imperciptibly as she spoke those words.

Closing the distance, your hand reached hers, linking your fingers together like you used to do all the time. 

"Please, look at me?" You begged heartfully, releasing the breath you didn't know you were holding when she complied.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I know I'm the one who ruined us," you spoke your heart's contents, ready to fight back if you were allowed the chance.

"I thought you trusted me better than that," Wanda's green eyes shone with pain, and you felt a thousand knives stabbing your heart.

"I did, I do, and I always will," you cupped her face, choking on a sob when she leaned against your touch so trusting yet painfully. 

"I just surrendered to my demons," you confessed, hoping she could see the truth. "I let my fears take over our love and I hurted us, you, in the process. And I couldn't be more sorry for that."

At the silence you were met with, your thumb brushed the few tears rolling down Wanda's cheek.

"I never meant to break us, Wands. All I wanted was to feel the love you vowed to me. All I wanted was for your touch to disipate the dark fog in my soul." You cried, showing your hand for the first time over the table, hoping to win the game. Hoping Wanda saw your heart beating with no filter in it. Just your scars and cracks on display for her to see. 

All you wanted right here, right now, was for the love of your life to see how her love healed every single corner of your heart.

All you wanted for her was to meet you in the afterglow.

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[melimelissa998]

A Favor pt. 2

part 1

A few days later after that night, it was all back to normal in my head. Wake up, teach, stay up late, sleep and repeat. First I felt really bad for that boy getting in trouble, and also anxious that he’ll show up at my door and punch me for being a snitch.

I look at the hour on my watch and decide it’s time to leave work today. I stack all the graded homework together and the rest in another pile for tomorrow, I put them in the drawer and start to clean up my desk.

As I close the classroom door, I hear footsteps approach me; I turn to see Miss Young with a mop in her hand. “Oh miss Y/N, like always staying so late” she says, I see how her face wrinkles into a smile that also makes me smile. “If I grade now, I’ll have my weekend free, it’s worth it” I tell her and she nods, she wishes me a nice sleep and to take care, I wave her goodbye and to also take care.

I walk around the building to the back stairs to get to my apartment. I pass the small playground and stop at the convenience store that's across to buy dinner. I take a moment to think if I should walk to the front of my building or just use the back door that’s straight ahead. I roll my eyes at myself. Like if you would surround the building just to get to the front when the back door is just a few steps away…

Before I open the door and step in, I hear a noise that’s between a cry and a growl. I stay still to check if I’ll hear it again, and I do. I walk to the corner of the building to the small alley where we leave the garbage to see if the noise is P, the small cat that the building adopted a few months ago; but it’s not P.

I see a silhouette trying to stand up and slip to the floor. “Oh shoot” I panic and walk closer “Are you alright?” I ask waiting to know if they needed help. I see his face and instantly recognize it’s the blonde freckle boy from the pool place. But what were the odds to see each other, again. “Are you okay?” I ask again even though I see him struggle. “It’s okay” he replies. I back a little and notice how his left shoulder looks a little off, I focus more on it, and even though there’s almost no streetlight I can tell it’s not normal. “We should.” “No!” he interrupts me with a deep and firm voice. “I said it’s okay, just go” he tells me as he tries to pass me but falls to the floor. He cries out of pain and my heart hurts hearing him. I quickly kneel down, “I-I can’t leave you like this, let me take you to a hos.” Again he interrupts me in the same mad tone “I said no, Y/N” he repeats and I pick up an accent. “O-okay, but at least call someone, call Lee Know, or your other friend” I suggest and he nods, he tries getting up and almost loses his balance but I put my hands on his chest to keep him from falling on me. His head is lays on my shoulder and I call him out “Hey, hey, you there?” I slightly shake him, but he doesn’t verbally respond, only a small growl. “Oh gosh” I complain out loud.

Why me again. I will regret this, I will definitely regret this again… “Hey.” I wanted to call his name but I actually don’t know it? “Let’s get out of here yeah? Just help me out a little” I talk to him hopping he can hear me. We try to walk to the back door building to get us in, but when I mean we, I mean just me with this boy hanging on me on one side and my heavy handbag on the other.

A 3 minute trip to my floor and door turned into maybe a 20 minute walk “Lean on the wall for a sec” I suggest him, he keeps growling and crying from the pain as I look for my keys and open the door as fast as I can. Lucky for us my sofa was close by to the entrance. I didn’t attend to through him on the sofa but he kinda slips off my arms and falls making him cry louder “I, shit, sorry, sorry” I cover my mouth with both hands. He mumbles that it’s fine but I still feel guilty. “What’s your friend number?” I ask as I take my phone out my bag trying get ride of how bad I feel, he nods his head and turns to his right side “My phone” he says, I stand a little confused “In my, my pocket” he explains “Oh, yeah” I say obviously. I take out the mobile waiting for maybe a Samsung or an iPhone but I didn’t expect a 2004 type of phone, I frown and look at him like if he was a mad man. I want to ask what’s up with this but he talks first “Press one” he orders, I am still confused “Speed dial one” he orders again as if it was obvious what he meant, I shake my head to myself. This is not normal, this is mad. Crazy mad. I dial and wait on the tone. “Where are you, mate?” is the first thing that comes from the other side. That accent. It’s him. “Uh, I, em, your friend, he’s not okay and.” I try to explain but he interrupts me “Who the hell is this?” he questions and my heart beat speeds up “Y/N” I gulp down my saliva “Y/N” he doesn’t say it in a question, it sounded more like if he was repeating it to himself. I hear his voice in my head echoing my name in his accent. British? Australian? I try to think a little more… “Where is he?” his question pops me out of my thinking bubble “Uh, he’s with me, my apartment, I, he is bad injured, I think he’ll faint in any minute, I live, em, on Berrywood Parkway, it’s um, behind the.” I am half way in the explanation but he once again interrupts me “I know, I´ll be there shortly, keep him awake” he demands before he hangs up on me, I look at the phone no believing how rude he was right now. I inhale and look at the boy on my sofa have unconscious, I stand there looking at his face, he has a few cuts and a big bruise on his left cheek, I walk to my bathroom and get my first aid kit, I kneel close to him “I’m going to clean you up okay?” I ask softly and nods slowly.

While I clean his injuries I couldn’t stop feeling worried for him, he wasn’t older than me, and he also looks so small in some way. “Felix” he whispers, I am cleaning up his open lip and when I hear him I accidentally press on it too much, he wimps and I apologize "You said Felix?" I repeat “My name, it’s Felix” he repeats and then I notice he also has an accent, just like his friend… “I’m Y/N” I say and he chuckles “I remember you Y/N, bad ass the other day honestly” he lets out a small laugh and I smile, but soon he growls in pain again and touches his left shoulder “It’s dislocated, isn’t it?” I ask and he nods “W-what happen? Did someone try to assault you?” I ask worried for him but he shakes his head “Just don’t” he suggests me. I want to say something more, but a knock on the door and my name in the unknown accent stops me. Oh shit.

3

[captainnameless]

you did a request a while ago for clingy Max and i was wondering if you would write a little headspin like that on Max being clingy and Daniel gets kinda firm with him and Max gets upset but Daniel makes it all better?

i don’t know if that makes sense lmao but i’m such a sucker for the like caregiver being firm but then going all mushy for their little and i just love clingy Max

ooooo, i tried. i hope this is what you wanted <3

Max is extra clingy today, in fact, Daniel is pretty sure Max would prefer to be in one of those baby swings, stuck onto Daniel like a baby koala.

It’s not like Daniel minds, he loves Max, he loves that Max loves him. Loves how Max shows it through holding his sleeve, pressing his nose into Daniel’s cheeks when they’re waking up or making their knees touch when they’re sat next to each other.

But they’re working today, Daniel has a shit load of responsibilities to get through, the media is on him, throwing out theories on his future and wanting his opinion, his thoughts, his soul.

His lunch break was supposed to start 20 minutes ago, and he knows Max is waiting. He’s texted him already that he’s running late, unable to keep his eyes of the digital numbers on his phone when he’s supposed to be putting his guy down for a nap. Jetlag has gotten both of them pretty good this time around, barely getting 4 hours of sleep in last night and Daniel had specifically requested his break to coincide with Max’s so he could schedule some rest for the younger. Lord knows he needed it.

His phone screen lights up again with a message from Max

I’m coming to you.

No, Daniel thinks immediately, doesn’t want these media vultures to jump on Max the second he walks in, not right now.

“Just- a second.” He apologizes absentmindedly swiping open Max’s message and responding.

Don’t, it’s too busy. I promise I’m wrapping this up. Give me 5.

When Daniel finally finishes his conversation a couple minutes later, partly because the person in front of him probably got annoyed with his short and distracted answers, he breathes a sigh of relief as he goes to gather his things. There’s a flash of orange in the corner of his eye and Daniel snaps his had up immediately when he realizes the orange is the #1 cap Max wears, in fact it is Max.

It’s impressive how quickly Daniel gets too Max, not quick enough for the first person there to go “Oh, Max do-” but quick enough to push Max back out into the hallway before their request is out.

“I told you to stay.” Daniel voice is firmer than he means it too be, his own exhaustion bleeding through frustration.

Max blinks up at him with a rapidly growing pout, hand coming up to try and pry Daniel’s hand off his bicep, Daniel lets go suddenly, not aware of his firm grip.

“You have to come.” Max whines up at him. “You took too long.”

Daniel sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “I am coming, I just need to grab my stuff.”

“I’ll come with.” Max responds, already moving to push past Daniel.

Daniel stops him with a gently hand to his chest. “No, Max. I’ll go grab it. You go to your room.” He doesn’t have the energy to explain why.

“But-”

“One.” It almost slips out of him, firmer than Max is used to when he’s not even in trouble really. “Go.”

Max stills immediately, sadness taking over his features. There’s a tiny little “Okay.” The he breathes out before turning on his heels, speed walking away from Daniel, leaving the elder with a gnarly feeling in his chest.

There’s a few choice words that Daniel murmurs under his breath as he steps back into the little room, gathering his things.

He does knock when he’s in front of Max’s driver room, a tiny flicker of worry things Max might have locked it, but when his hand twists the handle it opens.

Max has wrapped himself up in the baby blue blanket Daniel picked this morning. He looks so small, all bundled up in the corner of the couch and when Daniel enters there’s already tears swimming in his eyes.

“Daddy.” Max cries, reaching out to Daniel with blanket covered grabby hands. “I’m sorry. Daddy, I’m sorry.”

Daniel flicks the lock quickly before flinging himself onto the couch and wrapping his arms around the bundled bub.

“No, Darling. Shh. Daddy’s sorry. You don’t have to be sorry.” Daniel soothes, hand finding Max’s cheek to brush at the tears.

“Didn’t listen. I was bad.” Max cries back at him, burying his face in Daniel’s chest.

Daniel just holds him closer, rocks them a little in an attempt to get the tears to stop. “Oh Bubba, sometimes not listening has a very good reason. I’m sure you only didn’t listen cause you were missing Daddy very much, no?”

Max peaks up at Daniel, sucking in a breath before he nods. “Miss.”

“Right.” Daniel breathes, brushing the hair off of Max’s forehead. “And Daddy should’ve listened to you, should’ve thought about those missing feelings being too big for a little boy to listen. Daddy’s sorry.” Daniel’s always made sure Max knows that Daniel apologizes too, that he makes mistakes and owns them, that they’re equal. He’s even sat on the naughty step once.

Max blinks up at Daniel, thumb finding his mouth as the tears slow down. “Not bad?”

“You’re never bad. Maybe sometimes you make a bad decision, but you’re never bad. Remember? Sometimes Daddy makes a mistake, or a bad decision. That doesn’t make Daddy bad. But Daddy is sorry for making you wait, and expecting a little too much of you today. You’re a good boy, Maxie.”

Max is silent against his against his chest, the tears have stopped but Daniel can see in his eyes he’s not convinced.

“Do you need a little help remembering?”

Max nods slowly, thumb slipping out of his mouth.

“Alright.” Daniel smiles gently, sitting Max up a little straighter, the blanket that Max had wrapped around himself is lifted, and Daniel covers both of them with it like a little tent, grabbing both of Max’s hands in his.

“Just us.” Daniel hums, bumping his nose into Max’s.

“You’re a good boy.” Daniel says, open and honest as he squeezes Max’s hands.

Max breathes. “I’m a good boy.” It’s quiet, but Daniel hears.

“I am kind,”

“Kind.”

“I am smart.”

“Am smart.”

“I am loved.” Daniel squeezes a little harder.

“I am loved.” Max breathes back at him.

Daniel smiles. “The most by me.” He decides to add.

There’s a small smile that breaks out on Max’s face.

“You got it?” Daniel asks and Max nods.

“I’m a good boy.”

“Good boy.” Daniel reaffirms, pressing a kiss to Max’s forehead, about to let go off their intertwined hands when Max squeezes them tight.

Daniel looks at him with gentle confusion.

“Your turn.” Max breathes. “I’m a good Daddy.”

Daniel has to bite his lip at the noise that wants to leave his body, suddenly blinking a bit more rapidly.

“Say.” Max demands, eyes honest and sincere.

“I’m a good Daddy.”

[myonedream]

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A/N ~ Firstly, I just wanna say I love this man so much it’s insane. Secondly, god this was stressful, I worked on it for, a collective of probably 12 hours or more, idk. Which, is kinda embarrassing ngl. Anyway regardless, I put my whole pussy into this from yesterday into today to get it out in time for you guys (luckily had three paragraphs and the picture already done) so I really hope you all like it! There are some lines that truly make my head spin on god as I’m honestly really proud of this! Also I deeply believe y/n is gonna get a noise complaint someday if they haven’t already. Furthermore, it’s around 6k words if anyone’s wondering!

CW ~ Fluff & Smut! Idol Bf!Yeonjun x afab!reader (they/them pronouns are used & they’re not specified to be a girl but are feminine), Soft Dom!Yeonjun (man is so gentle & sweet), creampie (reader is on the pill but use protection or else!), praise, light dirty talk (gotta have it), use of names such as Baby, Love, Naughty Little Thing was used once along with Good Little Slut, corruption, fingering, squirting, bondage of the hands & feet, use of a collar & leash, y/n cries tears of pleasure, cum eating & spit. If I missed something, let me know!

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You’ve been with your bf, Yeonjun, for almost a year now, you genuinely can’t express how happy you are with him. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a boyfriend: sweet, caring, romantic, fun, funny and of course, hot as hell. Just the way he looks at you makes your heart beat out of it’s chest. His soft, plump lips making your head spin whenever they meet yours. His toned arms making you feel safe whenever he wraps them around you. You love him more than anything and he’s absolutely obsessed with you in the cutest way. So of course you have many things planned for your first Valentine’s Day together. You think he only plans to cook dinner at your place as it’s just easier to do it there than at the dorm but later find out that’s not entirely the case.

And here you are, sitting in your apartment on the living room floor, the night before the day of love, getting together your big basket of goodies for your boyfriend. Writing out gushes of love on a handmade card and putting on his favorite lipstick to kiss it all over, only to then spray your perfume on it as well. It may be a cliché but it’s something you’ve always wanted to do and as he is your first real boyfriend, obviously you have to do it for him. You finish it and put it into the basket along with his favorite candy, a brand new bottle of cologne, a photo album of all the polaroids you’ve taken since you’ve been together, a heart shaped picture frame you decorated with a photo of the two of you inside it and a fox plush you dressed up like him.

You know you don’t have to do all this, he tells you all the time you don’t have to give him any gifts as being yours is plenty enough for him, but you can’t just not. You’ve always loved giving gifts, especially meaningful ones, so you always go all out for him anyway which he loves regardless. With the final pink ribbon wrapped atop the handle, you pick up the basket, walking over to the kitchen to set it down on the counter. Briefly you look over at the clock on the stove to see Valentine’s Day is already here. You’ve been so focused on making his gift that night you didn’t even realize how late it was. “Shit, I better get some sleep if I want tomorrow to be as good as I’ve hyped it up to be” you express to yourself. With that you collect your things scattered around the living room to place them back where they all belong. Having rushed around the house for the past 20 minutes you finally have it all cleaned up and so you turn off all the lights, heading to your room in the pajamas you already put on hours ago. You come in and get situated in bed, setting an alarm on your phone before putting it on your nightstand and cuddling into your covers, falling asleep.

The loud sound of your favorite punk song rattles through your apartment, jolting you out of bed instantly as you reach to turn it off. The sun peaks through your bedroom curtains coating your room in golden light. It’s currently 9am and Jun plans to come over at around 4, after dance practice, to start cooking so you know you have adequate time to add the decorations around the place and make yourself extra beautiful for him. Regardless you waste no time, getting up sleepily and shuffling into the kitchen to pour yourself some coffee to help kickstart your day. You drink it quickly as you open the cupboards for all the decorations, large rolls of dark pink and red silk ribbon, cherry red lace bows, fresh pink and red rose petals, heart shaped confetti, pink and red light bulbs, multiple containers of biodegradable glitter, etc. Pulling them all out and laying them out in front of you on the counter.

Putting on your love song playlist, you bring out the step ladder. You have a lot of work ahead of you so you begin with the silk ribbon, wrapping it around the doorways and across the ceiling from one corner of the room to the next, lining every room in your 1 bedroom apartment at the top in dark pink and red. In the middle of the front doorway you place one of your biggest bows, sewing on matching red petals onto it to add a special touch. Using the rest of the bows across the house throughout the ribbons and on the bedposts. Then you go around replacing the light bulbs in your apartment, making some pink and some red. You do this everywhere besides in your bathroom so you have good lighting to get ready in and besides a few lights in the kitchen so he has proper lighting to cook in. You’re then sprinkling the confetti, glitter and rose petals into pathways going from one room to the next. Swiftly you bring out two heart light projectors and place one in the living room and the other in your bedroom. Whilst in there you change your sheets to your new silk red ones and place pink heart pillows on top along with a fluffy pink blanket draped across the bottom on the bed. Whilst in there you take white roses and place them around the pillows on the bed. For the rest of the pillows you have, you stick them on your couch. Now you’re placing vases of white, red and pink roses all around the house. Finally you get to the finishing touch of putting up your lace pink and white curtains in your bedroom and living room you dyed specially for this occasion, placing the old ones into the hallway closet.

After all this running around, it’s 2pm already and you sit down on your couch for a second, taking a moment to check your phone to see messages from Yeonjun you didn’t hear the ringtone for over the music. Opening the messages you read:

“Sorry baby, I’m gonna be a little later than expected. Probably will be around your place at 6 instead. I’m so sorry, don’t worry I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I love you 💕”

Just seeing that message made your heart sink since you know you won’t have as much time as you wished to have with him. Though seeing him type ‘I love you’ made your heart flutter every time as if it was the first. With a melancholy feeling you respond with:

“Don’t worry about it Junie, I know you can’t help it. I’ll still be here regardless. I love you too ❤️”

With that you close your phone, placing it face down on the couch and turn off the music. You can sense you’ll need the extra time so you head to the bathroom to begin getting ready.

You heat up the shower as you remove your clothes before getting in and scrubbing off all the sweat and glitter of the earlier antics. Exiting after 45 minutes of cleaning and shaving every inch of your body, just in case, since you’re not entirely sure what the night might have in store for the two of you. The whole bathroom steamed up extremely so you open up the door to defog, walking out in your robe and into your room. You then enter your closet to pick up a beautiful, shiny white, square neckline dress that flares out in layers of soft ruffles at your waist. The straps just thick enough to look proper with the structured bodice, dress resting a few inches above your knee. Simple but cute. With that in hand, you head over to your shoes and pick up a pair of white suede, chunky, square tipped heels with a ribbon strap. Additionally you pull your accessories out that consist of a white ribbon choker, a pair of silver dangling heart earrings and four pieces of white ribbon for your hair. Before leaving the closet you grab a white lace pair of panties from your dresser drawer. Hurriedly you rush into your room and rest most of all of it on the bed. The only thing not being the ribbons for your hair, still held in your hand.

You go over to your vanity, resting the ribbons atop it and turning on the lights that surround the mirror. Sitting down, you begin working on your hair, which you dyed cherry red specifically for this occasion, curling it in the perfect tightness to wrap into two buns on either side of your head, using one ribbon wrapped around the bottom of each. Both tied with a neat bow. You take the remaining two ribbons and braid one into each thin braid resting off the side of your face, after your tendrils, tying them off with smaller bows. Now styling your soft bangs into an upside down heart shape delicately onto your forehead. You look into the mirror and almost laugh, you think to yourself: “Wow I look like cupid threw up on me.” But still continue in suppressed giggles.

After getting up temporarily to do your skincare routine and brush your teeth you head back into your room to sit down at the vanity once more to start your makeup. Applying your foundation and concealer softly, setting it with powder, bronzing around your face, and making your eyebrows fluffy, full and red to match your new hair. You then blush your cheeks, under your eyes and onto the tip of your nose. Now shifting focus to work on your eyeshadow, brushing on a soft, sheer pinkish red shade all over your lid, into your crease and under your eyes. Taking a pink, heart shaped glitter with your fingers, you press it into the center of your lid and apply eyegloss on top of the glitter and shadow. You also tightline your upper waterline with a matte hot pink eye pencil, putting the same into your lower waterline, dragging it out onto your outer corners slightly. With a shimmering light pink, almost white, highlighter you sweep over your brow bone, high points of your cheeks, down your nose bridge, on the tip of your nose and onto your cupid’s bow. Taking your mascara you apply it on your top and bottom lashes, adding half false lashes onto the outer corners to flare them out. Eventually you get to your lipstick, applying a sheer pink balm on first and then a pretty red in the center in a near heart shape, blending it out softly to give an ombré effect. With one final step, you spray your face with a dewy setting spray with a fine glitter sheen to make yourself shiny.

With your makeup done you clean up your vanity and go into the bathroom once again to wash the makeup off your hands and freshly done white nails. You take off your robe as you re-enter your room, then applying deodorant and spraying a fine glitter mist all over your body. Putting on your underwear and zipping yourself into your dress to then sit down on the bed so you can put on and tie the ribbon of your shoes into a bow around the back of your ankle. Getting up you lean over your vanity, tying your choker on and putting in your earrings. Then picking up your favorite, light floral and amber scented perfume and spraying it on your neck, behind your ears and onto your wrists, rubbing them together. Resting it back onto the vanity where it belongs and turning off the vanity lights.

Finally you’re done as you walk into your living room and pick up your phone you left on the couch. Turning it on you reveal the time is 5:45 and you have another missed message from Yeonjun. You open it up to read:

“On my way, love 💗”

Which he sent only a few minutes ago and you respond with:

“Okay, baby 🫶🏻”

Now heading into the kitchen, you place your phone atop the counter to then pull out two wine glasses and rosé. Filling up both and sitting down at your island, scrolling through social media and patiently waiting for your boyfriend to arrive.

With what felt like an eternity, you finally hear a knock at your door, making your face light up and blush instantly with nerves. You put down your phone and adjust yourself slightly before walking over to the door to open it to your smiling boyfriend holding a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers, a pink gift box wrapped neatly in a bow and a giant bag of ingredients. Almost instantly his face blushes at the sight of you and he goes “Holy shit y/n, you look incredible. You dyed your hair red?!” You giggle and answer with “Yeah, I did it specially for tonight, y’know to fit the theme” as you let him in. “Well I love it, it looks great” he expresses as he walks in and you close the door behind him, taking the heavy bag of ingredients from him and setting them on the counter. The man is turned away from you, looking at all the decorations, in a soft voice you hear him ask “You did all this for me?” “Well yeah, I love you” you chuckle. Instantly he turns around to look at you, walking over to put down the flowers and present box. He then approaches you, his eyes full of love as he cups your face in his hands and leans in so close you can smell his cologne, to kiss you softly with his plush lips. “I love you too, baby” he says in a whisper after removing his lips from yours, leaving a soft pink tint on them from your lipstick. You feel your heart flutter and trying to keep your composure you stare into his eyes and tease “Nice lipstick, Jun.” He lets out a soft laugh and is quick to say “Hey, boys gotta look pretty too!” before wiping it off.

“But I will never look as good as you,” he claims, “I really didn’t have enough time to get ready so pardon my appearance.” You look at him, once again, understating how beautiful he is in a pink silk dress shirt, fitted black dress pants, black platform shoes and his black hair parted just perfectly. “Pardon what? You look great!” you reply with a slight smack to his arm to which you then squeeze slightly to get a feel of. He laughs and goes “Thank you, baby. But not as good as you.” He takes his hands and places them on your hips, lifting them under your dress and up to your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. You let out a slight whine and he says to you “Also, you don’t have to get secret feels of me, just ask.” Leaning in after to place a kiss on your neck, still caressing your ass gently. With a soft moan you add “Junie… dinner.” “Oh yeah, almost forgot” he says as he removes his hands and turns to the ingredient bag he brought. He definitely didn’t forget.

“I’m gonna get a vase for these,” you say picking up the flowers and reaching into the cupboards for your last vase, “by the way, thank you for these.” “You’re welcome” he replies with a smile so big you can hear it in his voice along with the rustling of the ingredients he’s pulling out of the bag as your back is turned to him, filling the vase with water. Whilst you’re not looking he places the ingredient bag, no longer full of ingredients but rather with some special items he hoped to use tonight, in the lower cupboard. You turn around, unaware, and place the flowers in the now filled vase and stick them on the table in the living room, looking over to your loving boyfriend preparing to cook. Finally it seems he notices your basket on the counter, that your forgot to move earlier, looking at it he asks “Is this for me?” You rush over instantly, grabbing it before he can look at it closer, “Yes, but for after dinner” you announce, putting it into the hallway closet next to your old curtains. “Okay, okay, guess you’ll want to wait for your gift too?” he asks. “Yes, in fact let me move it into the closet with your gift” you add, grabbing it off the counter and sticking it in the closet as well. He giggles “Alright but no peeking.” You stare at him as he begins cooking, fake upset and go “I would never peek! How dare you assume I would!” With that little smirk of his he responds “Says a chronic peeker.” “I only peeked once!” Whilst chopping herbs he rebuttals with “It was your birthday gift though.” With a tone of a child in trouble you say barely audibly “But it was really big… how could I not?” He starts laughing at the top of his lungs and asks “What are you? In trouble or something?” “Well some punishments are fun so I wouldn’t necessarily mind being in trouble” you tease, knowing damn well you couldn’t handle a punishment. “Relax yourself, you’ll get some after presents” he says in a deep voice, looking at you intensely, almost eye fucking you the way he always does. You gulp harshly feeling your cheeks light up like a fire and stutter out a “O-o-okay…” “Now come be good and help me” he declares, motioning you over.

After about 45 minutes, you are all done with dinner, well, Yeonjun is done with dinner as you’ve never been a great cook but you’re one hell of an assistant! He made cute, little pizza roses and heart shaped garlic knots from scratch. Fortunately he prepared most of the ingredients earlier today, like the dough and the sauce, to make it easier. “Wait wait,” you go, sprinkling the herbs on top of everything “boom, now I made them too.” He laughs, leaning over the counter, slightly sweaty from the heat of the oven. “Okay, you made them” you confess. “It’s okay,” he says as he grabs your hand and kisses it, “I wouldn’t have been able to do this without my beautiful assistant.” “Thanks, Junie” you blush. “Alright lets get these plated up” he exclaims as he’s grabbing plates from the cupboard. You move the untouched rosé and take the plates from him, setting up your counter as you can’t fit a dining table in your small apartment. Then Jun puts three roses and two hearts on each plate, grabbing a fork and knife for each of you from the drawer in case you need them. Which makes you quickly realize you forgot to take out the pink cloth napkins you bought.

“Oh fuck!” you exclaim, “forgot the goddamn napkins.” You can hear him chuckling as you run to the hallway closet once again, pulling them out. “Alright I got em’” you say putting one by each of your plates. “Now sit your ass down and drink some of the rosé, you bitch” you declare loudly, patting the seat next to you. “Okay, okay” he answers, putting his hands up and moving to sit down next to you. Before he can say anything you’re already shoving a pizza rose in your mouth, sauce dripping down your chin. “Baby, chill” he says whilst laughing and wiping your face for you as you stare at him eyes wide, embarrassedly. “Sorry, haven’t eaten yet today” you apologize. “And why not?” he asks mid garlic knot bite. You sink in your chair a little before replying quietly “Been busy getting everything ready for you.” With a smile he says “You know you didn’t need to do all this for me.” “I know, I just wanted to,” you exclaim, “and you also didn’t need to make these from scratch either but it is delicious, Junie.” “I know, I just wanted to” he replies with a smirk, “thank you, y/nie.”

Once dinner is done you excitedly put the dishes in the sink, hurrying into the bathroom to use some mouthwash, bringing some out for him. “Here, to erase the garlic” you say as you hand it to him, which he gladly accepts. As he’s swishing away those knots, you rush over to the closet to bring out your gifts. Putting the basket back onto the counter, you exclaim “Open mine first.” After spitting out the mouthwash into the sink, he wipes his hands off and walks over to it, saying “Alright then.” “Well there’s nothing to really open but y’know.” He laughs and begins pulling out the candy and cologne, “Oooooh,” he expresses as he looks at the candy, already opening it and eating some “my favorite.” “Stop eating and keep going” you rush him. “Alright I’m going,” he responds, pulling the cologne out of the box and spraying it on his wrist to sniff it, “oh that smells nice, thank you, baby.” “Oh, what’s this?” he asks pulling out the heart picture frame, “aw, you make this?” “Yeah and it’s not the only thing I made” you answer proudly. “Well it’s beautiful and definitely going on my nightstand” he gushes pulling out the photo album and plush. Laughing he asks whilst holding the fox, “This supposed to be me?!” You begin laughing yourself, “Yeah, you’re a fox!” “Is this what I look like to you?” he teases whilst holding it up to his face. “Honestly, yes” you admit. Furrowing his brow he shoots a glare at you, “Okay, I’ll take it as a compliment as it’s really cute and will be going on my bed.” “But this outfit,” he says pointing to it, “is proof that my fashion is truly better than Beomgyu’s.” “Yeah, okay, whatever you say.” “It is!” he yells in defense. “Just keep going and look in the photo album” you respond.

He begins looking through the album and you can see his eyes welling up. “You okay, Jun?” you ask worriedly. “Yeah,” he says softly, “it’s just sweet.” You walk over to him and rub his back, “I’m glad you like it,” you reply in a comforting tone, “but don’t cry yet, there’s still a card.” “Oh god,” he exclaims, “I’m not gonna make it.” With that he pulls out the card and opens it, reading it quietly to himself. After awhile you can see his eyes tearing up again before a tear begins to fall down his face and onto the cardstock. He reaches out his hand and grabs yours as he finishes reading. Eventually he let’s go of your hand to close the card and put it back into the basket quietly, wiping tears away as he does. After he does he turns to you and puts his hands on your waist, pulling you up onto the counter so you’re both at eye level. “Jun?” you ask worriedly. Leaning in closely to you, tears still in his eyes, he conveys “God, I love you so much” before smashing his lips into yours. Butterflies begin swirling in your stomach as you wrap your arms around his neck, briefly he breaks the kiss to say “Thank you, baby, I don’t deserve you.” Before smashing his lips into yours again, getting rougher by the moment, leaning in so close, you can feel his growing erection against you. “Jun, your present for me” you say pulling away in a near moan, leaving a string of saliva between both your lips. “Right, hold on, don’t move” he responds.

Quickly he grabs the gift box for you, handing it to you. You can see the horniness growing in his eyes so you waste no time to open it up, pulling out a silver heart shaped locket. You open it to see a picture of both of you inside, making you blush intensely. “Turn it around” he says to you. With so you do and on the back it says:

“To My Home

With Love, Jun”

With that you begin crying yourself, so much so you can’t even make out any words. Quickly he comes over to you, wiping the red eyeshadow tears away with his thumbs, leaning close to you as he holds your face to say “I know it’s a cliché but I’ve always wanted to do it.” “Funny, I said the same thing to myself about your card and basket” you laugh. Grabbing the locket, he puts it on for you, adjusting it to dangle perfectly. “Guess we’re just a bunch of lovedrunk fools” he replies with a giggle. “No, we’re happy fools,” you joke as he looks at you with a pained look, “sorry I had to.” In a burst of laughter he exclaims “It’s okay, just read my note so I can fuck you already” as he hands it to you. Your cheeks fill with heat as so does another part of you whilst you take the note from him. Your mind clouded with lust as you try desperately to read the note clearly, shaking your head to try and clear your thoughts. “Having trouble reading it?” he teases whilst moving his hand up your leg and to your core, stopping before he reaches it. “Yeah…” you say breathless. To then he pulls the note from your hands, “That’s okay, you can read it after.” He sets it down on the counter as he lifts you up again, wrapping your legs around him and you wrapping your arms around his neck as he carries you into your bedroom.

Gently he lays you down in the red silk of your sheets. “Wow, you decorated this place up a lot” he says with a chuckle before getting up and leaving the room. “Jun, what the hell?!” you express irritatedly. Not listening to your protests, he gets out his ingredient bag from under the cupboard and brings it into the room. “Sorry, baby,” he apologizes, opening up the bag to pull out a pair of pink leather handcuffs, “I was just hoping to try some new things tonight so I brought em’ with me.” Your eyes grow wide as you stare at them, scared of what else is in that bag. “Don’t worry,” he says gently, “I’ll go slowly with everything.” “You can trust me” he declares. Though you both have been together for almost a year, you’ve never done anything non-vanilla. You’d be lying if you weren’t excited however, so nervously you respond with “Okay, Jun, I trust you. Go ahead.”

Quickly your boyfriend leans over you and reaches under you to unzip your dress, pulling it off swiftly revealing your bare breasts and white lace panties. Tugging at them lightly he teases “Aw, put these on just for me, baby?” “Y-yes” you mutter. “Not much of a reason to,” he says as he pulls them down and off you, “they were just gonna come off anyway.” You nod in agreement as he lifts your arms up over your head, threading the cuffs through the slat of your headboard, tightening them on each of your wrists gently. “Too tight?” he asks. You shake your head, feeling your pussy beginning to glisten with arousal. “Good” he says leaning down to kiss you gently but passionately. He removes his lips from yours to say “Let me get the ankle cuffs.” “Ankle cuffs?” you ask, you didn’t even know those existed. He nods, grabbing them from the bag, “They’re meant to keep your pretty legs nice and open for me.” You blush heavily as your boyfriend sets them on the bed, they’re just like the handcuffs, even in a matching pink color, but have a rod attached in between the chains.

Leaning down, Yeonjun removes your shoes slowly, setting them on the floor in front of your bed. Softly he adjusts one of the cuffs around your right ankle and then the other around your left ankle as they naturally force your legs apart. He bends your legs at the knees as the fire begins to burn inside you, him noticing instantly as your breathing becomes heavier. “Getting impatient, baby?” he asks in a low whisper. “Mhmm” you whimper, everything was so new, it made you nervous but excited. Your eyes made their way to the bulge in his pants as he continued digging into the bag again, making your pussy clench around the air. “There’s just one more thing but you need to close your eyes.” “Okay, Junie” you say nervously, closing your eyes shut tight. Soon after you feel the ribbon of your choker being untied and another choker being placed around your neck, this one with a long chain dangling down and in between your breasts.

“Alright open your eyes” he says eagerly. So of course you oblige and see exactly what you felt resting in your cleavage. “Junie?” you ask, “is this a collar and leash?” Holding onto the handle of the leash, in the same color pink, he answers “Yes it is.” “Why would I need this?” you ask embarrassed that you weren’t more knowledgeable with these type of things. “To do this” he says as he pulls onto the handle and you feel the collar tighten around your neck. You let out a gasp and exclaim “Oh! That’s new.” It was hard to speak with it choking you but you found yourself enjoying the squeezing feeling. “New but good?” he asks, making sure you were okay. “Yeah, I like it,” you nodded, “but can you just fuck me already?” He lets out a giggle, responding with “Since you’ve been so patient and brave, of course.”

With that he sticks his head in between your legs, letting them rest atop him as he moves up your body to be face to face with you, leaning in to kiss you. Hurriedly he pushes his tongue through your lips, swirling it around yours, mixing the two of yours saliva together. While he sucks onto the length of your tongue he lifts his left hand up to your right breast, playing with your hard nipple between his index finger and thumb. With his right hand he grabs onto the handle of your leash and pulls it, making you moan into his mouth and your back arch. At this point his tongue is halfway down your throat, bulge pushed against your soaking, unclothed core, leaving a wet spot on his dress pants. Slowly, without breaking the kiss, he begins rutting himself against your clit as you arch your back again. Doing that until you whimper out.

Eventually he removes his lips on yours to suck onto your left nipple harshly, making you moan out in pleasure. As well as bringing his hand down to slip his middle and ring finger deep into your sopping cunt. “Oh fuck, Jun…” you whimper out onto his fingers thrusting in and out of you quickly. “That feel good, baby?” he asks lifting his mouth off your wet nipple, feeling you clench around his fingers. “God,” you say in between your moans, “yes.” “That’s what I like to hear” he expresses, holding your face to look at him. At this point your brain is clouded and your moans filling the empty space of your room, the petals of the roses you placed there earlier tickling your bare skin. Nothing to feel but pure pleasure as you lay there, naked and vulnerable to your boyfriend. Just as you thought you couldn’t feel better, Yeonjun starts rubbing circles around your clit with his thumb. “Mmm… god, fuck, Junie” you moan out. As he feels you clench around him, he softly conveys to you “Let it out, baby. Go ahead, cum for me.” As if a dam broke inside you, you feel yourself come undone as you squirt around his fingers that he continues to thrust into you. “Oh Junie!” you yell out as you soak the clean sheets underneath you. “That’s my baby, god, you’re so sexy” he coos at you as he leans in to kiss you desperately with desire. “Fuck,” he moans out in between kisses, “I need to be inside you.”

Without another thought, he removes the roses from the bed and onto the floor so the thorns don’t hurt you. Then he kicks off his shoes and unbuckles his pants, pulling them off with his boxers, revealing his hard, leaking member. Lining himself up with your soaked hole, you exclaim before he enters you “Please Junie, take your shirt off.” “You want me to remove my shirt, baby?” he asks. “Mhmm.” With that he unbuttons the silk of his shirt and removes it quickly, revealing his toned abs. Now realigning himself up with you, he gently inserts the tip of his cock into your pussy with a squelch. He lets out a slight moan as he works the rest of his length into you, making sure to be slow enough for you to get used to his size. You can feel yourself becoming fucked out already as he stretches you open for him, holding your hips for leverage. “Oh god” you moan out as he fills you up slowly.

Soon enough he’s all the way inside you, kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock. “Fuck, there you go,” he coos as he starts gently thrusting in and out,“god, you’re so tight.” “And you feel so good” you respond as he speeds up his thrusts, reaching down to pull on your leash, choking you lightly. Beginning to fuck you dumb, he pushes his, previously on your clit, thumb in your mouth, “Suck.” With that you do, cleaning the taste of you off him, swirling your tongue around it. Removing his thumb, still fucking you deep, he brushes it against your right nipple, dampening it. You moan out instantly, too fucked dumb to make out anything other than whines of pleasure. “Yeah, you like that, you naughty little thing?” he asks, adjusting himself to fuck you even deeper, making you yell out his name. You bite your lip and respond with “Mhmmmm” as you suppress tears of pleasure from falling down your cheeks. “Good, I like it too” he says in a grunt as he leans in to kiss your forehead.

He picks up the pace, making those red eyeshadow tears finally fall down your cheeks, wiping them away for you instantly. “That’s my good little slut,” he coos, “feels so good, doesn’t it?” “Yes, Junie” you moan out. Soon you begin to feel that familiar knot in your stomach as you clench around him. “Aw, fuck baby,” he exclaims, “you’re gonna make me cum if you squeeze me in any harder.” “Can’t… help it… feels so good” you whimper. Tugging on your leash some more, his pace doesn’t slow down as before you know it, that knot unties and you cum harshly on his cock. “Juuunie!” you yell as you quiver around him. “Oh fuck, gonna cum too” he says. Barely able to make it out through your moans you exclaim “Don’t pull out, on the pill.” Which is all he needs hear as he fills your hole with his cum and ears with his moans. “God, I love you so much” he says still pumping you full. “I love you too, Junie.”

Pulling himself out, he stares down at your ruined cunt, dripping his cum out. Suddenly he has his head in between your legs, cleaning up the mess he created, tongue digging out his cum from inside you. You moan out instantly at the sensation as he eats out most of his cum from your hole before leaving the rest in his mouth. Slowly he makes his way up to your face, resting his thumb on your chin before muttering out “Open.” To which you do, making him spit the rest of his cum into your mouth and kiss you harshly. Shoving his tongue in, he mixes his cum and your arousal with both of yours spit, before pulling away. You swallowing instantly after. “What was that for?” you ask. “I had to clean you up” he responds with a smirk. “Think it’s time I read your note?” you ask with a chuckle. “Read it whenever you like,” he says, “I gotta release my baby from their shackles right now.”

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[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Thirty-Four

Warnings;,domestic violence, sexual assault/rape.

Waking up early the next morning for work was difficult but Chloe knew she would get to see Beth today. That woke her up. She missed her friend. They had talked everyday since grade school. So to go two weeks without talking was a lot for them. They had catching up to do. Chloe snuggled in a couple more minutes, just like always, some things never change. Chloe was not a morning person.

About that time Michael came in the room tying his tie.

“Chloe, come on get up and get moving.” He said sharply like a parent more than a husband.

No mercy coming from him that’s for sure. Chloe threw back the covers and started to get up. When she sat up she didn’t feel to good. She wanted to throw up. She ran to the bathroom and finally did and felt a bit better. She had no idea where that came from. Michael came in.

“Are you okay? Going to make it to work?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get to work, okay.” She snapped.

With no warning he slapped her. It stung so bad. Chloe instantly grabbed her face.

“Want to guess why I had to do that?” He yelled.

“I don’t know!” she yelled back.

He smacked her again.

“Respect Chloe! Respect! You show me none, but you will! Now clean up and get to work.” He yelled at her. Then turned and walked away.

She heard his car start and then drive away. Sometimes she really hated that man. Now she had to cover her face so nobody could see the marks.

She grabbed her handy concealer, which was fast becoming her best friend, and started carefully applying it so it looked natural. Along with foundation and powder. After working quite a while on it she covered it all. She thankfully had gotten rid of the marks from the rape. They had faded from all the sun and the tan she had gotten. Which made it easier to cover the marks this morning as well. She had gotten a lot of sun while she was gone. It helped cover and hide things from people. She was sad she had to. She sat and cried.

She realized she was going to be late so she hurried and finished pulling her hair in a ponytail and throwing on her uniform and ran for the car. She lived 15 minutes outside of town, she would have to hurry. As she drove she wondered how to get out of this mess. I hope his therapist has some answers she thought to herself. She got to work just in time. When she got there Michael was sitting and having coffee. She stopped and looked at him for a minute.

“Aren’t you late for work,” she asked him. Shocked he was there but not wanting to show it she went up and gave him a kiss.

“I opened the bank for everyone and now I’m having coffee. I’m the banker, I can do that.” He said laughing.

Chloe didn’t find it funny.

“Well, I have to get busy. I’ll talk to you when we get home tonight.” She said.

“Okay.” He replied. “Since you can’t cook I’ll make dinner.

She stared at him. “I most certainly can cook. Not a lot but I get by and I’m learning from Edith.”

“Oh, I know. I just want to help,” he said.

“I really need to go,” she said and walked away.

She saw Beth in the back and wanted to run and start to cry but didn’t. She made her choice, she had to live with it.

She gave Beth a huge hug and told her how much she had missed her. It was slow that morning so they could chat about the trip.

“Just a minute Beth,” said Chloe, as she ran to the bathroom and threw up again.

“Are you okay?” Beth asked concerned.

“Oh it’s probably just a 24 hour thing.” Chloe answered. I’ll be fine, no worries.”

“Maybe you should go home.” Beth said.

“No. I’m okay really. Let’s just work. I’ll drink a 7-up and I’ll be fine. “

The day was slow which made the day drag and the tips stink. The girls found things to clean to keep themselves busy so they wouldn’t go crazy. Finally 3:00 rolled around. They could leave and Chloe could go to her meeting with Michael’s therapist. She met Ms.Cromwell at 3:20. When they sat down to talk she got a shock.

“To be honest I don’t know how I can help Mrs. Conrad. Michael hasn’t seen me for almost a year now. He quit because he said he felt better equipped to handle his anger now.” Ms. Cromwell said.

Chloe sat in stunned silence. She didn’t know what to say. She had been fooled. She felt stupid. Finally she spoke.

“When you were seeing him did you ever feel he had a mental illness of any kind that would cause irrattic mood swings?” Chloe asked her.

“Yes. I’ve discussed Michael in length with his psychiatrist and he doesn’t tick all the boxes for psychopathy but he has characteristics of it.” He’s been on an anti psychotic and a mood stabilizer until we figure it all out. Unfortunately he quit on us.”

“Can he be helped without medication?” Chloe asked.

Ms Cromwell answered saying; “We don’t know if the medications will work but we can and should try. He must get back on his medicine and get back in to see me and his psychiatrist.”

“I’m not sure how to bring it up to him without letting him know I talked to you. That will anger him. I’ll think on it. Thank you for your time and information. I’ll do my best to get him back in here and back on his medication. Talk to you soon. Good bye.”

“Good bye Mrs Conrad. Good luck.”

As Chloe drove home her head was swimming. How could he lie to her? How was she going to get him back in therapy? She had to figure something out. When she got home she grabbed two steaks out of the refrigerator and seasoned them on both sides. Michael would be home soon so she got supper going. She threw the steaks on the grill and started making some baked potatoes and a green salad. She cut up some onions, tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, and yellow peppers. She put the olive oil and balsamic vinegar out for Michael to put on himself. She turned one steak over which was his, because she liked hers done more than him so she let hers cook longer on that side. The baked potatoes were done the salad was ready and his steak was ready. Chloe’s almost was ready. She heard his car pull up in the drive way. Wouldn’t he be surprised. She met him at the door and kissed.

“How was your day honey?” She asked as she took his jacket and briefcase.

“It was good. But coming home to service like this is awesome. Thank you. Wait. Do I smell steak?”

“Yes. I made steak, potatoes and a green salad. And apple pie for dessert.” She said.

She went and took her steak off the grill and they sat down to eat.

“Is your steak cooked okay honey?” Chloe asked, scared it might be to cooked or not enough.

Michael cut into it and shook his head as he took a bite.

“Yeah babe it’s really good. Seasoned great. I guess you can cook.” He laughed.

They talked about his day and her day, which was boring really. And had a very nice dinner. Chloe thought why can’t it always be like this? Why does he have to hurt me?

She cut them some pie which he scarfed down.

“That was the best pie I’ve had in ages he said. Thanks honey, it was all great.”

He got up and went to read the paper. Chloe got to cleaning the kitchen, which wasn’t bad because she cleaned as she went. There wasn’t to much to clean now. When she was done she decided on a hot bath and a glass of wine. She went upstairs got in, drank some wine and relaxed. It felt so good. This tubs was huge. It was a jacuzzi tub so she turned on the jets. Her muscles relaxed. Soon she felt something in the water only to open her eyes and see Michael there.

“Hey babe, I saw you sitting in here looking all beautiful and couldn’t help myself so I got in. Want me to wash your back?” Michael asked.

“Okay, I guess.” She replied. She really just wanted to relax.

He started scrubbing her back and it did feel good. But she just wanted to lay back and drink her wine. She was still upset about this morning and then finding out he lied to her about therapy.

He started to kiss her neck. Here we go she thought and if I say no it’s a beating and a rape. She said no anyway.

“Honey, not tonight. Let’s just sit here together. Okay?”

It didn’t stop him. Oh great now he’s ignoring me. Chloe was getting pissed off.

“Michael stop,” she said as she pulled away. “Please honey.”

“You’re not respecting me again!” he yelled.

“You’re not respecting me either!” she yelled back, standing up for herself.

He stood up got out then picked her up by one arm, the wine glass shattered, and he drug her to the bed.

“I will teach you respect” He growled as he threw her on the bed. “ I make the rules here!”

He then proceeded to rape her while she begged him to stop. Eventually she gave in, defeated and lay quiet. Let him do what he would with her, just get it over with so she could roll over and forget it; again.

[innaneramblingsofamadman]

Ch 5: Tell Me More

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14200223/6/A-New-Alliance

Entry from the journal of Corvus Addams, Volume 9, page 247:

Today I received a letter from one Enid Sinclair, a young woman belonging to the Sinclair Pack that resides near the Pacific Ocean. I was surprised, but not entirely unaware of their bloodline. According to the poor girl, she remained a crescent moon to this day at the age of 20. The letter dictated her grief and struggle with her inner animal, and asked for help in finding some form of remedy to this condition. I must admit that I was intrigued to read that the change still hadn't occurred for the young wolf yet, but she wouldn't be the first to never experience it at all, and certainly won't be the last.

I must admit I'm curious though, surely the answer can be found in one of the gargantuan texts resting beneath my very feet, yet I find myself getting lost in the library lately. At some point I managed to aggravate the damnable room and now it keeps putting the tome I'm searching for in a new place to get back at me. Petty, but I can't argue with the effectiveness. For the time being I will give it some space to calm down and allow the inquisitive young minds of the family to patrol the stacks in my stead.

May their luck be far greater than mine this last month.

Fucking library.

The Adams group had disappeared from sight after crossing the cattle guard so they could 'be prepared' for Enid and her family's arrival for dinner together. Esther, her sweet mommy dearest, hadn't shut up about how much the entire place creeped her out. It had taken 30 minutes of a strained look and a long winded rant before her mom had finally gotten it all out of her system and just left for the room for her and her dad. Since the blonde genuinely couldn't think of anything to say, well aware she'd be shushed if she tried to defend it at all, she chose to follow in her father's well worn path and kept her mouth shut. The simple fact was that Esther didn't care, and she couldn't. Anyone with a mom like her could understand, if you ever did anything wrong once, then you did everything wrong for eternity after that. She'd tried arguing with her mother, setting boundaries, even flat out ignoring the yappy old wolf before. Not that it ever worked. As long as she stayed quiet around her mom it would be okay, but her shoulders fell with a heavy sigh, and she began unpacking. But there's really no avoiding her this time, I'm the reason we're here in the first place.

Enid still hadn't wolfed out yet, and the closer her 25th birthday became, the lower her chances dropped each day of being able to shift at all. One sunny afternoon she'd walked across the pack territory to visit with her Aunt Viv and just started offloading all of her anxieties in flowing piles of nonsense words and sobbing into the older woman's arms.

"I'm always going to be the runt, the screwup. Why is it taking so long, why can't I be like the rest of you?" she'd cried against her Aunt's maroon sweater.

"Everything happens when it's supposed to kiddo, don't worry about it so much. Your wolf will have wrinkles before we even get to see her," Viv had smirked back. That had made Enid laugh for the first time that week. Viv was Esther's sister, but the two couldn't be more different if they tried. Where her Aunt could make a comment about appearance, it was to make fun of Esther in the way you would make a face after a pun. Esther was like the schoolyard bully who could just look at someone and start picking on their deepest insecurities.

The alliance had technically been her Aunt's idea, because only a house as old as the Addams might have some idea on how to help her, or the resources to try at the least. Enid had been given very specific instructions to follow when she'd written to Corvus, following the procedure she'd been told and addressing the Keeper with all the respect she could put into words. His response had come fast and with welcoming, open arms. He agreed to the meeting and offered to host as well, saying this way any and all ingredients or rituals they might need would be ready or at least achievable. However, he refused to explain the reasoning behind the partnership to his own family, that was the one condition. He explained something about having dog-eared a page on accident, but she couldn't make sense of it really. So a Sinclair would have to own up and inform the dark-eyed Addams family themselves.

She'd been surprised when her mom didn't immediately spill her guts about Enid being a disappointment to the first person she saw. Normally that was like her favorite hobby. The thought made her temper flare, and anger like a storm roiled beneath her skin, thunder echoed in the hollows of her chest, and her blue eyes became alive with electricity.

She was so sick of being treated like this, like a package delivered to the wrong house, with nothing but her inside. Esther had decided long ago to forget that package in the attic, funnily enough the attic actually was Enid's bedroom. Despite their house holding two extra bedrooms on the first floor. Out of sight, out of mind. The anger quieted and was replaced by a silent, weary acceptance.

Her room in the Addams old house was really pretty though, so there was that. Each wall was painted in a deep lapis lazuli that reminded her of the Nightshade library somehow, the dark hardwood floors creaked beneath each step and were highlighted by the soft golden light of a small chandelier overhead. But the bed, ohhh the bed. Enid would steal it and take it home if she could. It stood central to the large room with a commanding sense. A large four poster bed frame carved out of mahogany, with thin white curtains hung between each poster and swaying in an invisible breeze, draped across the bed was a thick comforter stitched with twisting shades of red and golden trim. Nightstands of the same wood stood guard on either side of the bed, and on the opposite wall was a tall wardrobe that rested near the door. Every time she tried to put her clothes inside, it would spit them back out like a poltergeist was ransacking the place. Rude.

Enid decided to give up for now, her screaming shoulders and pounding head from the drive demanded she took a nap, and how nice did that sound when you were in a comfy bed with the smell of nutmeg, apples, and cinnamon floating down the hall from where Corvus had set a simmer pot on top of the woodstove? Because to her it sounded like heaven. Next door she could hear Malachi fighting with his own wardrobe, and smirked at the long stream of Greek curses he shouted after a loud bang.

She'd just rest for a minute, close her eyes and fall away into a nice little nap before she had another panic attack from the Addams heir looking at her like an amusing new toy. Her eyes closed, and darkness came quickly as the chandelier candles went out with a swinging breeze. I wish my house was like this, I could get used to it.

And with that, her consciousness drifted off into another world, where everything was okay, and she never felt unwanted.

Meanwhile, on the Addams section of territory, Wednesday had ensconced herself into the library once again. She was browsing the selection of journals more than doing any specific research, the stacks of books reminded her of home, and her fingers traced the spine of each journal as her eyes scanned and processed the names of her forebears. Three entire bookshelves were taken up by journals from each of the Keepers previous to Corvus, lining the back wall in soft leather and the smell of sage that clung to everything out here. All of the journals Corvus had already finished sat behind the glass of a locked cabinet, bound in hardback with coffee brown fabric, his name was filigreed down the spine as well, but each volume also had a large number near the top. So far he'd put near 8 of them down here, and each was thick as a thesaurus. Perhaps later she would ask his permission to read the first volume, something to do in her spare time while they weren't busy. Picking the lock would have been easy enough as long as it wasn't enchanted, but it seemed a sort of invasion of privacy she didn't find exhilarating as she typically would. Corvus was family, and he was powerful, so she left well enough alone, for now.

The library reminded her of the one inside Oxford University, she'd toured once when considering attending college before she had decided no author worth their salt needed to attend classes in a language they were already proficient in.

Thing crawled along the shelves nearby, keeping pace with Wednesday in case she needed anything from him. The decayed fingers drummed against the wood and created a sort of staccato rhythm that her mind followed, thoughts coming and going from her mind with each tap tap tip tap as she entered a half trance and allowed her mind to open to the room at large. That was until Thing tripped over himself and smacked into the shelf below. The homunculus' nails must have been getting a bit long, she'd allow him time to tend to that before dinner tonight so that he appeared presentable, as presentable as a severed hand could be at least. The easy quiet continued around them, above her head the raven could hear heavy footsteps clunking across the floor one level up, and she decided to leave for now, with any luck she'd get Corvus to open his case and get into the nitty gritty of her family before tomorrow morning.

"Thing, let's return to the room and get dressed. For now I can't do much here other than sort by name, I need to know which family members either were werewolves or were partnered to one before I can make any ground on this." A thumb went into the air and thudded against the shelf in agreement before he jumped down and scampered across the floor behind her. The door closed behind them with a low click, and Wednesday took a deep breath. Why are we here, what do these predators want? And why won't Corvus say anything?

The rest of the family home was bustling and alive, furniture pushed itself to the sides to make room for a large dining table that descended from the rafters, already draped in white with black lace edging it. The smell of venison and a dozen herbal spices wafted through the rafters, and poking her head down the hallway she could spot Corvus in the kitchen with a black apron tied around his waist as his knife sailed through the air and diced onions, garlic, celery, and fresh parsley. Floating just next to his head was a bottle of red wine in a decanter that swirled in hypnotic and easy spirals.

A moment later her and Thing were climbing the stairs to the second floor, almost being barreled down by Pugsley as he ran past with a "Sorry!" before he jumped down the last flight of stairs to climb along all the floating furniture. Wednesday entered her room and sat down at the temporary desk before her, glancing at the clock to estimate her remaining time to get ready. 4:17, she had about two hours before dinner. Just enough time to write her observations down and try connecting some dots about the odd situation both families now found themselves in.

It had been troubling her for a few weeks now, leading up to this day. It just didn't make sense, what could one of the most common forms of outcast want with the infamous Addams? Their circles crossed on very few occasions, she'd only ever met Malachi once at a dinner party when she was 10. A marriage proposal then? But that's not how her family operated, and almost everyone knew it. An Addams never disgraced themselves by marrying for politics or power, their love ran deep and true like the Mississippi River. It couldn't be for financial aid, she'd done the research and discovered the whole pack lived on 20 acres outside of San Francisco and contributed to a construction business under the same name.

So why? What do you want? Her mind flashed back to the blonde, Enid, and how she had seemed less on edge than her relatives. Wednesday had taken note of all their behavior, and the only other suspicion she harbored was toward the mother, who had kept glancing at Corvus like he might say something he shouldn't whenever he spoke to Enid. There was something clouding the other woman from her psychic reading though, possibly a talisman or charm of some kind, the aura around her was too powerful to be a spell.

The same question hadn't been sitting on her parent's mind as heavily as it did her own, they seemed more than happy to welcome any newcomers to the Addams fold so long as it strengthened the family.

"No matter what they wish for, we'll get what we desire first," her father had said, "because they called on us, we have all the leverage. Before they know it we'll be toasting in respect of a new companion and sharing in the profits of their business. Never work for what you can take, my little viper," he'd winked and all she could do was roll her eyes.

Credit where it was due, Gomez had made deals with actual demons before and had seemed to get the better of them. She was not of the mind for business, but exchanging his singing voice for a more charismatic charm seemed more than fair to her. Aside from his incessant cat wailing while he showered and recited french opera that the family now was forced to endure.

Her thoughts began to do a tail spin before she wrenched them back together in neat rows, now was not the time to allow her thoughts to wander like that. Whatever happened tonight, she would be getting some answers. It didn't matter if she had to take wolfsbane to someone's nose and force the truth out.

From one of the nightstands she could hear Thing begin to clip and buff his nails, the gentle scraping in the quiet room was murder, and she savored in the unease that grasped her shoulders. But then her eyes shot open and a wretched grin exploded on her face. But what if I make it more interesting than that? What if I just have some fun and see where that leads me? No overthinking or rules, pure reaction versus action, I'd have a real challenge for once.

[jamiec860]

A New Beginning, I Think

Lately, I've been really depressed. I started new medication and at first, it helped but the wave of sadness still hits me at least once a day. Thoughts of despair and loneliness starts to kick in, mostly when I'm believing that I am having a good day.

Today at work, I cried in the bathroom after scrolling through a bit of TikTok. I watched this clip from the show Shameless. I haven't watched the show in a while so I'm not sure who the girl was, but she had abandoned her child. I watched it about 3 times. Hearing that little boy say "Hi mom," really broke my heart, mostly when she didnt want him to call her that. I understand when people have children young, they might regret their choices and wished they were in a better place for their children. I totally understand that. Sometimes I just wish that I had a child to love, that I had someone to love me and my child. I want a family. I really do. I want it so bad that it hurts. Since my abortion back in August, I find myself in my job's bathroom sobbing my eyes out. It's not easy working at the front desk of a hotel and seeing happy familes walk through the lobby.

I'm jealous.

My mom hates when I say that. She says that someone will come along and love me like Z used to. I always think about Z. I don't think I go a week without saying his name or a thought running through my mind about him. I wanted a family with him so bad. I wanted to marry him and be with him forever, but life doesn't go the way you want it too unfortunately. 2 abortions later, I finally get that.

Don't get me wrong. I love being able to have the life that I have. It could be worse for me, and I know that, but sadly that doesn't make me feel better. The world is such a terrible place that I shouldn't want to bring a child into this world, but I do. I want to see my baby, see their smile and hear them call me "mommy". I want a teenager son who friends think I'm hot. I want to be the badass mom at the PTA. I want to make the best cookies on the street. I want that! I know I'm young and I could still have that, but my life is adding up from my timeline that I thought I had when I was a teenager.

My best friend of almost 10 years has 2 beautiful sons with a guy that loves her and who's a great father. I feel like she takes it for granted. She cheated on him and left her kids for days to be a stripper. She had her reasons but sometimes I get so mad at her because I want what she has. I want the guy I want the beautiful kids. She became a mother young, and I know she didn't even want to be a mother at first but now she is. I know she wants to live her 20s and be young and free, but she has responsibilities and she's not taking care of them. She makes me so mad that I called my mom and cried.

I just really want to meet a guy that doesn't just want me for my body. I recently met up with an old friend that I've known for 3 years. I know he wanted to just have sex and yet we never did in the time that we've known each other. He looked me in my eyes and said he loved looking into my eyes. That shit right there still has me thinking about him. I've been texting him for the past few days and he rarely responds so I'm sure he only wants sex but when he said that I felt seen. I don't want to think of myself as "easy" but sometimes I can be when I want a man's touch. Ugh, I felt weird saying that. I don't even know where I'm going with this.

Tomorrow, I start that TikTok challenge 75 hard but I'm going to do the soft version of it. I am excited because I do believe my life needs some stability to it and I feel like this would help me a lot. I need to read more books that aren't fanfiction lol (as much as I love it). I'm going to be going to the gym every day for 45 minutes. Eating healthier and reading more books. I have a ton of books that I really need to get through. I also need to get back into crocheting. I had a business with one of my closest friends, but I just wasn't crocheting enough to upload onto the Etsy site.

I met this older guy last week. He was the nicest person I ever met; I think. He told me that 2024 will be my year. He said I had the most beautiful smile that he has ever seen and that my personality really shines. He almost made me cry honestly. It feels nice when someone sees what I see about myself. It makes me feel not so crazy. Anyway, I'm babbling again so I'm going to wrap this up. I don't think anyone ever sees these, but I like having a little venting diary. Thank for reading if you found this and I want you to know that you matter.

[tomholland1996simp]

You saved me?|| Peter Parker

Warnings: Mentions of nearly being raped, Violent things, screaming.

Summary: You walk to Peters house late at night, when someone tries to do things to you. But you are then saved by Spiderman. You run back to Peters acting as If your okay, but little did you know he was the one who saved you.

"I'll be at yours at 7" I told him.

Peter and I have been best friends for 4 years now, it all started off when my aunt invited me over to her friends house for dinner. And that friend of hers was May. May then introduced me to her son Peter Parker, and ever since that day we have been so close.

I live with my aunt and uncle, just like how Peter lives with May, who is his Aunt. I didn't know my Dad, but my sadly Mum passed away recently. It did take a bad turn on my life, but luckily I had Peter and everyone by my side to help me through it all.

Today I had planned to go to Peter's house to finish our work on the project we had to finish for school. I was running a bit late though, it was about 7:30 when I left my house. Peter only lived about 20 minutes away, however I had decided to get us some snacks from the shop.

This was my mistake because being outside in Queens at night is dangerous. And me being a 17 year old girl walking through the dark streets at night can be even more dangerous alone.

I was about 5 minutes away from Peters house when I heard footsteps from behind me. I then started to walk more fast. I got my phone out to try message Peter, that's when I felt someone pull me into the dark alley, with their hand covering my mouth.

"AHHHHH" I screamed and started to cry.

"Shut up or i'll kill you" the man spat in my face.It was hard to tell what he looked like as it was really dark.

"Please let me go STOP" I cried.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?" he started to move his free hand down my waist, it just got lower and lower.

I didn't answer as I was in shock and I was scared.

"We're gonna have a little bit of fun darling" He smirked and I tried to push him away. "DONT TRY PUSH ME" he slapped my face.

At this point I was full on crying and shaking. I really wished that I took the bus to Peters instead of walking now. I was scared of what I knew was about to happen to me.

"Please don't do this. Please-"

"Shut up" he punched me in the stomach, which caused me to fall onto the ground. "I don't want you to talk at all. And If you scream once that's it!" He kicked me in the stomach a couple of times, then straddled me on the cold floor so I couldn't move.

"It will be over before you know it" he pulled off my shirt, leaving me in just my bra.

I just closed my eyes, waiting for this to be over with. He started to pull onto my leggings but then I didn't feel nothing and I felt him get off me. I opened my eyes to see Spiderman webbing the guy to the wall!

"When someone says Stop they mean stop" he says and punches the guy in the face, then turning around to me.

Peters POV

I was waiting for y/n to come over to finish our project for school when I felt my spidey senses going off. I quickly put on my suit and jumped out of my window.

"Karen what's happening" I asked.

"Peter it looks like your girlfriend is in trouble, Y/N Y/L/N" Karen said.

"Karen I have told you many times she is not my girlfriend, shes my best friend. Where is she?" I ask her whilst swinging.

"She is in the alley way just not to far below you" Karen spoke.

"Okay thanks! I'm coming y/n don't worry" I say to myself.

I was at the alley way Karen said y/n was in. I looked through the alley way to see a man on top of Y/N! She was crying, with her eyes closed and her t-shirt on the floor. My heart broke seeing her like this, and I wanted to kill this man.

I quickly punched the guy off her, webbing him to the wall. "When someone says Stop they mean stop" I say and then punched the guy in the face again. After making sure the guy wouldn't be able to escape, I turned around to y/n.

"Are you okay?" I helped her stand up and passed her shirt.

"I-I Thank you" she pulled her shirt over her head and then fixed her bottoms. I know she wasn't okay, I could see how scared she was.

"Did he hurt you?" I tried to touch her face but she flinched away. I then felt my eyes water....she was scared of me.

Y/N POV

"Are you okay?" Spiderman helped me stand up, passing me my shirt.

"I-I....Thank you" I pulled my shirt over my head and fixed my leggings.

"Did he hurt you?" He tried to touch my face but I flinched away and I saw his eyes widen.

"I-I'm sorry, I really have to go....Thank you Spiderman..for saving me" I faked smile and turned away.

"Let me take you home" he calls after me.

"I need to see my best friend, I-I can't go home" I cried and ran to Peters.

It only took me about 5 minutes to run to his apartment. I didn't know what I was gonna tell him, I didn't really want to tell him. How was I gonna be late to his house ,by like an hour,

and be like, sorry I nearly got raped on the way here but spider-man saved me and I'm scared and shaken up!

I wiped my face before knocking on the door with my head down. After seconds the door opened.

"y/n" I heard his soft voice say.

"hey" my voice breaks, then I look up at him and that's when I lost it. The tears just wouldn't stop falling from my eyes now.

"Come here" he opened his arms, which I quickly ran into and sobbed into his chest. He closed the door behind me, picking me up to take me to his room. He then laid me on his bed with me on top of him, still crying in his chest whilst he plays with my hair.

"Im sorry Im late" I said after I calmed down.

"Don't apologise love. You gonna tell me what's wrong?" He looks at me.

"I-Im just having a bad day?" I said but it came out more like a question.

"Did he hurt you?" Peter blurts out wanting to know if I was hurt.

"Did-wait how do you know" I quickly sit up off him.

"Y/N just please tell me the truth. I know what happened with the man what did he do?!"

"Fine. H-he just slapped me and kicked me a few times in my stomach that's all. At least he didn't R- do what he was going to do" I play with his fingers.

"I'm so sorry that he done that. I wish I was there before it even happened-"

"Peter how the fuck do you know?"

He was silent for a moment until he said "I-I'm Spiderman"

"y-your Spiderman" he nodded. "You saved me?" he nodded again.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I did it to protect you so please don't be mad-"

"I'm not mad. I'm actually happy. Who could've known this nerdy boy could be spider boy" I smiled and hugged him.

"It's Spiderman" he chuckled. "Are you okay now though?" he asked again.

"Now thanks to you I am. You saved me Parker.....And I love you for that" I smile

"I love you too y/n"

"Peter....I don't mean it the way you do. The truth is Im in love with you" I hide my face in his chest.

"I...Im in love with you too y/n" he moves my head from his chest and then passionately kisses me.

"I love you so much" I cuddle him.

"I love you more y/n" he kisses my forehead.

And that night Peter made sure I was okay. We even told each other how we felt and I couldn't be any happier.

[ironmanfridgemagnet]

Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 9 - All Nighter

SOTS Masterlist

"Attention,  shoppers, the store has been closed for 20 minutes. Many of us would like to leave. So, if you're still in the store, you're being a dick. Don't be a dick." Garret emphasised, looking directly at the man stood opposite Jonah. He'd been staring at the trash cans for over an hour now, still trying to pick one - was it really that hard?

"If I don't get home and study for my midterm, I'm totally screwed." Amy groaned from the next to you; she'd been working so hard for this exam, and you didn't want it to be thrown away because of one indecisive customer. "Oh, hey, you look so cute."

"Thank you!" You, Garret and Cheyenne replied in union, each looking at the other confused. However, upon seeing Cheyenne's outfit, you realised who Amy had been directing her words at.

"Awe, Chey, you look so good!" You gushed, grabbing her by her forearms and squeezing them gently.

"It's my senior dance recital tonight." Cheyenne announced, gesturing down to her outfit and spinning slowly where she stood.

"What? Why didn't you tell us?" Amy cried, almost offended that Cheyenne hadn't told anyone at work about her recital - you'd have loved to go.

"Well, I can't perform because of, you know, this." Cheyenne rubbed her growing belly gently, hoping to keep the baby at bay as she blamed it for not being able to dance at her recital. "But I'm gonna go and cheer on the other girls."

"Yeah, if this bozo ever leaves the store." You complained, throwing your head back in exasperation; today had been long enough and this dude staring at the trash cans wasn't helping. It wasn't like you had any plans once you got out of here, you just wanted to go home like everyone else.

"It's all right. I got it." Garret said before turning on some loud, obnoxious music, blasting it over the store speakers. Unfortunately, the bin man seemed unphased.

Suddenly, Mateo appeared behind Jonah, a mop in one hand and a bucket in the other. Swiping the mop under the mans feet, he slowly pushed him closer and closer towards the door. For a brief moment, he stooped at the discount movie bin, with baited breath, you hoped that he would just leave the store. With a final push from Mateo, the man was officially outside the store.

"Have a heavenly night." Mateo spat, turning and walking back into the store. Walking over towards the customer service counter, he was met with cheers and applause, everyone thankful that someone was finally able to get the man out of the store, so that you could go home.

"Yeah! Oh, great job, Mateo. Great job." Garret complimented, everyone still clapping for Mateo.

"Hey, we're all staying late to do more work. I'm so sorry. I just found out about it. I feel terrible about this. Whoo-hoo!" Glenn clapped and cheered, hoping his happy demeanour would lesson the blow of the bad news. Of course corporate were going to keep you behind on a Friday evening. Hopefully this evening would be over sooner rather than later.

Pushing yourself off of the customer service counter, you followed after Glenn, hoping to get this done with quickly.

"Ooh, corporate messed up. Those are the same signs we just took down." Garret said, watching as you and Glenn pulled out signs from the package you had just received.

"I don't think so." Glenn said, pulling out a letter hidden deep within the package to try and confirm Garret was wrong. "Nope, they say the old signs were this pale, outdated colour called "Glossy Dolphin." The new ones are a bold, exciting colour called "Glossy Dolphin B.""

Ugh. If you'd known that these signs were pretty much the same, you'd have left the store when trash man had. Letting out a deep sigh, you picked up a grocery sign, allowing Amy to grab the other end and help you carry it.

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"This is kind of fun, right? Being up high like this? Reminds me of my indoor rock-climbing days." Jonah reminisced, looking off longingly across the isles from his place at the top of the ladder.

"I just need to get home to study for my midterm." Amy spat back, fastening the sign to the wires that hung down from the ceiling.

"We can go any minute Ames," You shouted across to her from Jonah's others side, fastening your own sign to the wires that hung just out of your reach. "I just need to fasten this last bit."

"Midterm. That takes me back." Jonah continued to reminisce his college days, having already finished hanging up his sign, but not coming to give either of you guys some help. "Cramming for tests or trying to. Half the time, I'd just end up getting drunk in someone's dorm room and spend the whole night having 'deep' conversations."

Rolling your eyes at Jonah, you climbed down your ladder, walking up the isle and down to Amy's, holding on to the bottom of her ladder absentmindedly.

"That's so fun. Did I ever tell you the story about that one time when I went to college as a grown-up and I had to go work and I had all these responsibilities? It's a laugh riot." Amy climbed down from her ladder, the two of you leaving Jonah to his thoughts to find more signs to hang.

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Having left Amy to go and grab some stuff you needed back home, you made your own way back to the front of the store, hoping to find Glenn and some more signs.

"Ooh, cool move, cowboy." You heard Garret say as you approached the group surrounding Glenn, finding them stood in awe as he flipped a drill around his hand.

"What, this? I was born with a drill in my hand. My family used to own a hardware store Sturgis and Sons?: You noticed Cheyenne looked down anxiously as Glenn's words, gently rubbing her tummy and hoping her baby wouldn't come out with a drill in its hand. Though you knew Glenn didn't mean it literally, the way it flew over Cheyenne's head made you laugh to yourself.

"Yeah, for 59 years, the name "Sturgis" was synonymous with tools. Well, until Cloud 9 moved in up the street, and then a month later, we lost everything. Hey, has anyone seen the laser level?" Glenn asked, looking around to try and find whatever he was looking for.

"Doesn't it make you a little angry to be working for them?" Jonah asked, arms folded tightly across his chest. Though you'd never have brought it up, you couldn't help but agree - knowing that Glenn's family had been run out of business by cloud 9 hit a sour spot.

"Oh, I don't waste my time with anger." Glenn proudly stated, slamming his hammer down and hitting his thumb hard. "Oh. Look at that. I hit my finger."

"That looked pretty serious." You commented, looking intently at Glenn's thumb, trying to check that it wasn't broken or bleeding.

"Did the lights go out?" Cheyenne asked, everyone's attention turning to the ceiling of the dimly lit store.

"Glenn, what's up with the lights? I'm kind of in a rush." Amy asked, appearing from behind the group of you, startling you as she spoke.

"Actually, the lights are controlled by corporate." Glenn explained, holding his thumb tightly in his other hand. "Every night at a certain time, the lights dim, and the doors automatically lock."

"All the doors lock?" Amy asked, her face paling at the thought of being trapped in here all night. At Glenn's confirmation, she ran towards the doors, jumping and waving in front of them in hopes they'd open. "Come on, come on, come on, come on. Oh, no, no, no, no. Are you kidding me? No!"

Tonight was going to be a long night.

Pulling out your phone, you opened up Marcus's contact, typing out an apology.

y/n ;) | Hey Marcus! Can you take a rain check on catching up? Corporate have got us locked up in here :'(

Marcus :p | Of course I can :) Have a good night trapped in there lol. be safe.

A small smile formed on your face at his words - he'd barely been back home and you were already ruining things, yet he remained so sweet about it. Marcus was turning out to be a very good friend.

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"Okay, the bad news is we're locked in. Dina and I will go to my office and look for the lock override code. In the meantime, you guys keep putting up signs. You can make a game out of it. You can call the game "Signage Fever."" Glenn suggested, running away to the back of the store, Dina in tow, hoping to not have to deal with any backlash.

"I am not playing that game." Garret scoffed, pushing away from the group in front of the store doors, hoping to find somewhere he could be alone and relax.

"Guys." Jonah, spoke up, his lips curling up into a sly smile.

"No." You and Amy snapped back, shutting down Jonah's words before he could get them out. You knew whatever was going to come out of his mouth could only make the situation worse.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say." Jonah defended, his hands coming up to the sides of his face.

"I know that every time you start a sentence with, "Guys," you end it with, "Let's make the best of this," or, "Let's have fun. " You never say, "Guys, this really sucks."" Amy confidently concluded, her hands coming to rest on her hips as she raised a judgemental eyebrow at Jonah.

"Guys, we have the entire store to ourselves. We could do whatever we want. If we decide that this is gonna be fun, then this is gonna be fun. So, if you're with me, I will see all of you in the fun zone." Pointing fingers guns at everyone, Jonah retreated into the depths of the store, hoping he'd find something fun to do within the store.

""Fun zone"?" Amy asked incredulously, rolling her eyes at Jonah antics and looking back outside to the parking lot.

"Sometimes I just really want to slap him." Mateo let out a deep huff, rolling his eyes as he left the front of the store. As much as you loved Jonah, it was hard not to agree; his cocky - better than- attitude could sometimes really annoy you.

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Having set up camp in patio after leaving the front doors, others had began to join you. Eventually, a group of you formed, all making small talk as you tried to stay awake.

"Part of me's glad I missed the recital." Cheyenne confessed. "I've been looking forward to my senior dance since sixth grade, and it would've sucked to just sit there and watch."

"I'm not saying that I regret this baby. I just wish that I'd had it later or sooner, like a lot of my friends. You know what I mean?" Cheyenne looked around the group for consolidation, instead met with several confused, yet nodding, faces.

"Uh, I do, yes, and I think each and every one of us has regrets. I'll go next. I regret doing Semester at Sea instead of just picking one country and really absorbing the culture." Jonah admitted, once again finding a away to show off his college education - even though it was only brief. "Who else?"

"I regret not standing up for myself more; especially to my mom. I wish I'd realised it was okay to think she was an ass even though she was my mom." Clearing your throat, you sunk back into your chair, allowing Amy to shuffle her chair closer to your own and wrap an arm around your shoulders.

"Well, my only regrets are the times I over thought things and didn't go for what I wanted." Dina revealed, looking suggestively over at Jonah, who seemed to shrink into his chair under her gaze. "I mean, why fight nature? We're all just animals, right?"

"I regret not rescuing my twin brother from that wave." Mateo admitted, staring into the floor, though he seemed far away in his own thoughts.

"So there you have it, guys. We are learning lots about each other. What about you, Ames? What are you, what's your biggest regret?" Jonah asked, leaning forward in his seat as he addressed the woman who was still holding her arm around you.

"I guess I regret not going to college when I was younger so that I could have lots of stories to annoy my co-workers with." Amy snarked, the group of you laughing as she poked fun at Jonah.

"Hey, well, at least it's quiet. We don't have to listen to that stupid music they make us play." Garret whined, thankful that on top of all the bad events of today, we didn't have to listen to the questionable music the store played.

"I actually kind of like the music. It makes me feel like I'm on hold all day." Glenn said from where he stood at the bench, still fiddling about with the signs that hadn't yet been hung.

"Glenn, you like everything about this store." You groaned, once hopeful that he was finally going to admit to not liking something here.

"That's weird, man." Garret confirmed, shaking his head at the older man across from him.

"Well I don't like everything about this store. Truth be told, the backsplash in the employee's bathroom, it's like B-minus at best." Glenn admitted, though he seemed unsure of himself at giving it anything below an A.

"That's the only thing that bugs you about this company?" Garret probed, determined to get an answer out of Glenn that was negative; even if only a little.

"Well, I guess the aisles are a bit too close together and sometimes the folks in charge don't treat me like I'm a human being with feelings." Glenn sheepishly revealed, looking anxiously between the floor and the group in front of him.

"Yeah, that's a bummer." Cheyenne added, pulling a confused face at how that was Glenn's only criticism of the store.

"Sturgis and Sons was a community. Customers would be like, "Hi, Glenn. Do you have a screw in such-and-such a size?" And I'd say, "I think so. Maybe ask my dad." It was paradise." Glenn sighed, looking longing in the distance as he thought of better times. As Mateo tried to interrupt with another of his regrets, Glenn quickly cut him off. "And then this chain moves in. I mean, where do they get off? Keep us late in locked in the dark, you know, all in service of the bottom line."

"Yeah. Go." Garret cheered, a wide grin curling onto his face as he realised what was about to happen.

"I hate this tie. I hate this shirt!" Glenn shouted, ripping the tie and shirt from his body in a fit of rage.

"Isn't that his shirt?" You whispered to Amy, only getting an attempt at hiding her laughter in response. What had you guys unleashed?

"Oh, you're going a little too far now." Garret criticised, now worried at what he had done to Glenn - in all the years he had worked here, he'd never seen Glenn even a fraction this angry.

"And I hate Regional Manager Dicky Larson, but you know what I hate most of all? I hate Cloud 9." Glenn announced, the realisation of his words rippling across his face.

"I hate Cloud 9." Glenn whispered to himself before yelling it loud yet again, running away from the group to cause chaos within the store.

"What just happened?" Amy choked out, in shock at what she had just witnessed.

"I think we broke Glenn." Garret muttered, everyone shocked by the new version of Glenn that had just been unleashed at the slightest of provoking.

"It's a party, mother-fathers, sponsored by Sturgis and Sons." Glenn shouted, peeking his head out of the end of the alcohol isle, several bottles help in his hands, red sharpie scrawled across them.

This night just got a lot more interesting.

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"Okay. Never have I ever stocked ice cream." Cheyenne offered, everyone taking a sip of their drink. You took a large gulp, consuming more alcohol then you already had, hoping it would put you to sleep, or allow you to enjoy your time here tonight.

"Okay, but You know, like that, but, like, a little more edgy. You know, like, not this, but, "Never have I ever eaten human flesh."" Jonah offered, Mateo taking a sip after a brief pause. "Oh, no, no, no. You drink if you have done it."

"Mm-hmm. I understand." Mateo nodded, staying confident despite his admission.

"I have another one. Never have I ever hooked up in the store. "Everyone around you took a sip of their drink. Well, all except Dina. "Really?"

"You remember last week when Jerusha came by to talk about the mortgage?" Glenn giggled to himself, his cheeks becoming flushed as he spilled his and Jerusha's dark secret. "In my office."

A chorus of gasps filled the patio section, everyone shocked Glenn had even entertained the idea, let alone done it and admitted to it.

"Wait, wait. There's more. We had sex." Glenn clarified, though everyone had already known what he had meant.

"Bo and I,  seven months ago." Cheyenne admitted, rubbing her stomach gently as she spoke. While you didn't quite want to hear the details of her and Bo's sex life, it was almost sweet to know it was in the store. Almost. Though you were sure Glenn would be thrilled by the idea of a 'cloud 9' baby.

"Oh, my God, the Photo Lab is a great spot." Mateo groaned, excited to be talking about the best hook up spot in the store. It was well known amongst staff it was the best place to hook up - it had a lock, was dark and romantic, and the fact you could be caught really built the tension.

At a round of approval, Jonah asked. "What? Really?"

"Yeah, it's dark. It's private. Sometimes you get to see people's naked photos." Mateo laughed to himself, dwelling on just how many of those photos he'd found in there. Unfortunately, you'd been privy to some of his discoveries, and seen far more of some of your co-workers than you'd ever wanted to.

"When I first started here, we just called the lab the "bang room" because, you know the banging." Amy laughed at the title, the alcohol beginning to get to her a little. "I banged in there."

"Okay." You and Garret cheered Amy on, proud of her for admitting something to the group, and showing that she was more than the strict floor manager many knew her to be.

"So the Photo Lab, huh? Cool. Cool, cool." Dina noted, a light blush seeming to cover her cheeks. Hmm, how strange.

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After rounds upon rounds of shots and drinking games, the night had become hazy, Garrets music blasted over the store speakers, drowning your own thoughts from you mind. Zoning back into the scene before you, you held onto Mateo's shoulder as you stepped into the dress he had put together for you, remembering vaguely that you had agreed to be in his fashion show.

Shuffling the dress over your clothes, you let Mateo straighten you up, he placed a large, floppy straw head on your head, completing the look. Taking your hand he pulled you to the makeshift runway, waiting for your que.

"Here we've got newcomers Mateo and Y/n sizzling in a fashion-forward take on Cloud 9 nightwear. Work it, Girls!" Amy cheered as you strutted down the runway, Jonah filming the whole show as you walked. Posing at the end of the runway, your turned and walked back up, crashing down onto a bean bag next to Garret as you slipped off the heels Mateo had had you wear.

"And now we have Glenn, rocking the "Don't Let Him Near Your Children Collection." Oh, shake what the good Lord gave you, Glenn." Glenn danced around in his bear onesie, walking up and back down the runway in his cute outfit.

" And here's Myrtle, carrying a bicycle tire. She doesn't seem to know what we're doing here, but she is owning it. Thank you, Myrtle." Amy shouted down the microphone, cheering as Myrtle flaunted her bicycle tire on the runway.

"All right everybody," Amy shouted down the microphone, coming out from behind the counter. "Now, its time for Cheyenne's dance recital."

Sitting up in your beanbag so you could see better, you sat and waited patiently for Cheyenne’s dance to begin, Jonah and Amy crashing down onto beanbags either side of you. You let out a gasp of air as the music started playing, the first few notes of Cyndi Lauper's "True Colours" tugging at your heart strings.

"Oh, I love this song." You whined, clutching your chest. Snatching the camcorder from Jonah's hands, you turned it on, setting it to record and placing it in your lap as you watched Cheyenne in awe. You wanted to record this, for both you and her, knowing it would be a sweet moment to look back on, and so you'd remember at least one thing about tonight.

"This kinda tight." Garret whispered, causing you to look at him. Looking slightly to the right of him, you watched as Jonah got up from his seat, a notification pulling him away from the performance.

Not dwelling on it - not being able to anyway, due to the alcohol clouding your brain - you turned back to Cheyenne's performance, sighing in admiration. You wish you had to ability to dance like that - to twirl and twist your body in such a beautiful and elegant way - and to perform in front of a crowd with such confidence? it was all something you could only dream of.

"I'm so proud of her." Amy whispered as the song came to a close, you and Garret immediately agreeing, both still in awe of the incredible performance. However, no sooner after you had spoken, the music changed to the signature beat of "Anaconda" by Nicki Minaj.

"Ooh, I did not see that coming." Garret muttered, unable to take his eyes off of the sudden change in tone of the performance in front of you all. “But I should have.”

Not expecting such a change, you let out a loud laugh, clapping your hands in excitement. God, you wished you had been able to see everyone else's reaction at the actual recital, because this was incredible.

As Cheyenne's dance came to a close, you clapped as loud and as fast as you could, hoping to let her know that you thought it was amazing. Though your eyes couldn't help but wonder to the still-empty seat of Jonah, wondering where on earth he could be now.

Ready to walk away from the group as others were already doing, you placed the camera and your phone down gently in your chair, wanting to keep it safe so you could take it home with you in the morning. Telling Garret you'd be back in a moment, you set off on your quest for the brunette.

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After searching through various isles, you headed to look for him in the breakroom, and then the bathrooms, though when passing the photo lab, you heard a brief commotion come from within. Deciding it would be in your best interest to listen into the conversation, you heard Dina's unusually disheartened voice come from the other side of the door.

"But I do understand." Dina huffed, sounding upset at whatever conversation had just happened on the other side of the door.

"Oh, great. I mean, you know, great." There he was.

"Okay, um I'll see you out there." Jonah announced, pushing open the door of the photo lab, and in turn pushing you. Stumbling over your own feet, Jonah caught you, pulling you up straight as he asked why you were stood outside the photo lab.

"I was looking for you J. I was worried you'd gone and ran out on us." Flashing Jonah a sweet smile, you hoped he'd excuse your snooping on his private conversation. However, before he could respond, the handle of the photo lab jiggled, Jonah pulling you into the shadows as Dina emerged from behind the door, her shoulders sunken in defeat.

Opening your mouth to ask if they'd been 'banging in the bang room,' Jonah quickly slapped his hand over it, using his other hand to place a single finger over his lips, telling you to keep quiet.

Once Dina was far enough away from the two of you, Jonah moved his hand away, you staring silently at him.

"Always that kinky Simms?" You muttered breathlessly, your heart pounding in your chest. If it weren't for the alcohol, you'd never have made a comment such as that - though you'd expect it out of someone like Garret. Maybe you were spending too much time with him.

Jonah raised his eyebrows at you, wondering where your newfound confidence had come from: while you'd always been outgoing, he'd never heard you come out with something so straight forward before, your humour was usually vague and hidden beneath layers of sarcasm.

Suddenly the both of you became very aware of how little space there was between the two of you, Jonah's chest pressed firmly into your own as you had hidden in a gap between the door and a stack of boxes. Your hands rested gently on his chest and one of his hands rested comfortably on your waist, neither moving and neither sure if they wanted to stay.

"Are you gonna..." You started speaking, looking between the two of you, Jonah's hand still firmly on your waist.

However, unlike the first time you'd ended up this close, the spiel of apologies never came, instead Jonah took in a sharp breath; you could feel his heart beating, so much so that it was nearly out of his chest.

"Jonah?" You asked, rapidly beginning to sober up as you became nervous that you'd gone too far with your teasing comment only moments ago. The moments of shared silence after you spoke had you becoming more sober each second, worried that in your intoxicated confidence you'd said too much.

"Oh, fuck it." Jonah muttered, the words only being shared between the two of you. Without having the chance to ask if he was okay, if you'd said too much, or not enough, you were silenced.

Jonah lips crashed onto your own, sucking the air out of your lungs, leaving you entirely breathless. Well, you hadn't expected that. As he began to pull away from your lack of response, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back down and into you. Though you weren't sure how you felt about kissing Jonah, the pressure of his lips on yours drove any concern or doubt away from your mind. His lips were surprisingly soft and he tasted like strawberries and sambuca: you imagined you tasted similar - like of the sambuca you'd consumed and the peach and mango lip-gloss you wore religiously.

Jonah's free hand moved up to caress your cheek, his other hand snaking around to rest on your lower back, pulling you even more into him. Moving one hand up to his hair, you kept the other on his shirt, keeping him close to you. You never imagined Jonah to be such a smooth kisser - you imagined him to be awkward and unsure, not knowing where to put his hands or how to actually kiss. However, he was the complete opposite from that: confident and smooth, pulling you into him so he could drink up as much of you as possible.

Finally breaking away from each other, your chests heaved, feeling the others fall and rise due to the close proximity in which you had remained. Staring up at Jonah you admired his pink, swollen lips, how a deep flush had covered his face and his hair was fluffed up and tousled. The boy in front of you now was more like the Jonah you knew, his head hanging low, slightly scared and slightly embarrassed as to what would happen when he finally looked up. Would you hate him? Would you be disgusted? Would you just act as though it had never happened?

Placing two fingers under his chin, you lifted his face so that he would look at you. Leaning in, you placed a light and delicate kiss on the corner of his mouth; pulling back you were met with a loving smile. Jonah grabbed your hand in his, pulling you out of the shadows behind the photo lab, and in the direction of patio, hoping that the both of you would get some rest before the morning came.

Kissing Jonah had felt good; it was warm and inviting and something that you hadn't had the pleasure of feeling in a while. So why now did it feel so wrong? Only moments after leaving the shadowed corridor down to the photo lab you'd felt the sharp pang of guilt, like it wasn't meant to be Jonah who you'd shared such a moment with.

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"Hey, what you doing up there? Looks like you might get hurt." Jonah shouted up to Amy who, you'd noticed on your way back to patio, was walking on a moving checkout.

"Yeah Ames, that doesn't look all that safe." You added, knowing that if the words came from you , she'd be less likely to chastise them.

"You don't get to tell me what to do." Amy asserted, waving her pointer finger between you and Jonah.

"I- We - weren't telling you what to do." Suddenly nervous as Amy glared down at the pair of you from her position on top of the checkout, Jonah stumbled over his words.

"You are not my boss. I am your boss, college boy." Amy snapped, continuing to try and dance along the checkout as she spoke, her steps becoming less balanced as she went on.

"I think he just thought maybe it's a little dangerous being..." You tried to explain, hoping your defence for Jonah would lessen the harsh tone of Amy's words; she was always an honest drunk, though in her intoxicated state, her thoughts tended to not translate very well into words.

"By the way, I got into college too. A good one when I was 18." Amy boasted, scoffing at the surprised look that had formed on Jonah's face." I just got pregnant. And then I got married, and then Adam had dreams, and somebody had to pay the bills, so here I am, spinning around on this endless-"

Amy's spiel was cut abruptly short as she turned to the side of the checkout, leaning over the display and puking the contents of her stomach out over it.

"For what it's worth, that was shaping up to be a really nice metaphor." Jonah commented, though it wasn't the best time. You let go of his hand, moving closer towards the checkout to help Amy down.

Placing one arm around her waist, you gave her a concerned look, though you didn't dwell on it, instead choosing to guide her over to the bathrooms, Jonah following behind you.

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"Come on. It's good for you." Jonah bribed, waving a white, plastic cup of water in Amy's face.

"Glenn is right. This backsplash is unremarkable." He sighed, settling down on the floor next to you and resting his head lightly on top of your own.

"I don't regret getting married." Amy rushed out, both you and Jonah snapping your heads up to look at her.

"I never said that you regretted getting..." Jonah defended, his face flushing at the accusation - he'd never comment on something like that, it just wasn't his place.

"Yeah, but you were thinking it." Amy accused, a silence falling over the bathroom.

"I think you should. Adam's an ass." You let out a low laugh, Amy dipping her fingers into her cup and splashing the water in your face.

"Yeah, I wonder sometimes what it would've been like if I had made other choices, but you want to know what I really regret?" Amy rhetorically asked, looking longingly between you and Jonah; the two of you looked comfortable despite being on the cold bathroom floor, and seemed sober enough to remember anything she'd say.

"That last shot of Sambuca?" Jonah teased, though even the mention of the drink had your stomach churning after you'd consumed so much in the past few hours. Grabbing the bin that had sat at Amy's side, you threw it down next to you, hunching over it as you heaved your stomach dry.

"Forget it. You guys are the last people I should be telling this to." Amy huffed, getting onto her knees and shuffling closer to you to hold your hair out of your eyes and mouth, not wanting the sick to get everywhere.

"...this is a weird night." Jonah concluded, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you continued to spit and splutter over the trash can.

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"Ooh. Oh, it is good to be outside. I'm gonna go home and play some video games." Garret stretched his arms high above his head, waving goodbye to you all before heading for his car.

"I can't believe I have to take a midterm on zero sleep and totally hung over." Amy whined, letting out a deep breath as she walked away from the store.

"College." She groaned looking over at Jonah, finally empathizing with the experience he had mentioned hours earlier.

"Good luck Ames." You smiled brightly at her, pulling her into a tight hug, she whispered in your ear that she'd need it. Pulling away, she waved goodbye to the two of you, headed towards her car to leave and hopefully make her midterm on time.

"So..." Jonah began, tucking his hands awkwardly into his pockets, looking anywhere but at you. His demeanour now was much different from the man that had taken your breath away, his usual shy and blushing self returning.

"We should probably talk about last night." You stated, breaking the tension that had tried to settle over the two of you with the words you had both dreaded speaking. Silent agreement came from Jonah, neither of you sure of where to go from here, but both knowing things wouldn't be the same either.

"You could come over to my place? We can talk over breakfast?" Jonah offered, the blush still covering his face as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"As long as we can take a nap first," You rebuttald, a yawn escaping you at the mention of sleep. "I'm exhausted."

"Yeah, of course we can, peach." Jonah wrapped his arm around your shoulders, guiding you out of the cloud 9 parking lot and beginning the short walk back to his apartment complex.

"Peach, huh?" You asked, knowing exactly why the nickname had formed.

Jonah cheeks flushed a deeper red as you spoke, his mind wondering back to the intense moment you had shared just hours ago. Looking at Jonah as he grew slightly embarrassed made you let out a giggle, amused that such a small comment had turned him into a blushing mess yet again. It was almost too easy to do that to Jonah.

As you continued to walk intertwined down the sidewalk, you felt that same pang of guilt as before, twisting your stomach and making you feel as though this was all too wrong. Blaming the alcohol, you ignored it, instead relishing in the moment with Jonah and thinking of the breakfast that would hopefully cure the hangover which was still making your stomach churn.

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[lovely-angst]

number ‘x’ fan

a/n: um, this was a good idea in theory until i started writing it and then suddenly i wanted to trash this fic lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: a trip to Hawks’ agency gone wrong when a crazed fan runs their car into a pregnant you and your two young sons

word count: 5k

05.05.21

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If there was something the nation of Japan adored more than Pro Hero Hawks himself, it was his wife and the little family he had with her. His family was something he always talked about when given any opportunity.

To think it had already been five years since Hawks introduced you to the world still baffles you.

When he had come up to you that one day, bringing up the dreaded question of finally bringing you and the kids into the public and media for all of the world to see—you were very nervous, to say the least.

You knew how terrible the media could be with all of the gossip and drama. You weren’t sure if you could handle all of the attraction so suddenly. But your husband Hawks was always so reassuring and in the most nonpressuring way possible.

“If you’re not ready, that’s totally okay! I just thought it would be more beneficial for us if the whole world knew who you guys are,” he said gently as he brought his gloved hand towards your cheek with the softest smile. “I just want the world to finally know about my beautiful family. I don’t want to keep you guys a secret anymore.”

You couldn’t help but melt into his hand, bringing your own to rub those cute little avian features on his eyes gently. “I know, you sweet bird,” you coo, watching how his lips curve up the slightest. “I just don’t know how this could benefit us.”

“Honey, the world is going to love you. They’re going to love our boys. From the pro heroes to the supportive fans I have, we have, they’ll want to protect you too. Trust me.”

Staring up into those comforting golden eyes, you took a deep breath before nodding. Of course, you’ll trust him.

And soon, the fated day of your “debut” was finally here. In your arms, you held your sweet one year old boy, Yuto, while your three year old, Kazuto, clung onto Hawks��� legs adorably.

Though you were very nervous with all of the photographers and news outlets all around you when you turned to glance over at Hawks and saw that proud and genuine smile on his face, all of your fears washed away.

Thinking back on the memory, you let out a content sigh as a smile grew on your face. Thankfully, those last five years flew by quite smoothly with the occasional rough bumps with his angry fan club, nothing that worried you terribly.

And while life was going great for you and your growing family with Hawks, it was going terrible for a self-proclaimed number one Hawks fan.

Clutching the newspaper tightly, their eyes reread the words on the front page for the hundredth time.

‘Pro Hero Hawks shows his seven-month pregnant wife some PDA!’ with a photo caught by the paparazzi showing the two of you sharing a kiss while holding hands.

The violent grip she held on the paper caused rips before letting out an angry scream, tearing the thin material into thousands of pieces letting it pool around her like snowflakes.

Hearing Hawks’ voice coming through the television, she finally snapped out of her thoughts and tuned in focus again, turning to face the television behind her. Her eyebrow irked in irritation as she watched how he wrapped a hand around her waist lovingly and securely.

“I don’t know what I would do without her,” Hawks beams to the reporter who had asked about you, “I mean, have you seen her? She’s the prettiest lady I have ever laid my eyes on and the most amazing wife and mother to our kids!”

“People say she is blessed to be married to me, but I can say for sure I am extremely blessed to be married to her”

Roughly turning the television off, the fan stormed into her bedroom before slamming the door shut behind her, causing the walls to shake. “How could you do this to me!” she screamed as she ran up to tear at the photos of Hawks she had glued on the walls of her bedroom, causing the covered walls to become bare again. “I thought you loved me! I showed you unconditional love! I’m your biggest fan! Everything was going great until that—that wench showed up!”

Boxes and figurines were tossed around, swung off shelves, quickly turning the room into a mess of Hawks merchandise.

It wasn’t until she finally looked over at her makeshift Hawks shrine that she let out a sigh, a smile growing on her lips. “Hawks, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it,” she cooed, walking up to the Hawks shrine before kneeling down in front of it. Reaching over to brush her finger gently over the photo of the two of them—a photo she managed to obtain at a VIP fan meet.

Pressing onto the photo where Hawks stood, she continued to stare at it lovingly, “I know you love me, Hawks. I’ll make sure that it will be just us again.”

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“Yuto, Kazuto, hurry up and get dressed so we can visit papa at work,” you say from in the kitchen as you finished preparing lunch for the four of you—five, if you include the baby growing in your belly.

“I can’t find the Endeavor doll papa gave me!” Yuto cries, running into the kitchen with tears. Turning around, you offer the boy a gentle smile before brushing your hand through his soft blonde hair.

“Yuto, we can bring the Endeavor doll another time, okay? What if he gets lost today in papa’s big work building? That would be very sad, wouldn’t it?” You prompt and Yuto looks down before giving you a nod.

“We can find him together when we get back, okay? Right now, papa is waiting for us to come see him and he’s going to show you all of the cool stuff he does! We can wear our Hawks jacket instead to match papa. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Hearing your words, the bright red wings on his back fluff up and flutter in joy before he runs back to his room in joy. “Okay, mama!”

Placing the fried chicken into each container neatly, you covered the lids on them and placed them in the bag nicely before Kazuto walks in and takes the bag, hauling it over his shoulder. “I got it, mom.”

“Oh, honey, it might be heavy,” you try, but Kazuto shakes his head, “Don’t worry, plus your belly might make you tired, so I’ll carry this for you.”

Quick little platters rang in the air before Yuto popped back into the kitchen beside his older brother, “I’m ready, mama!”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute they were, looking so handsome, just like their dad.

“Okay boys, put your shoes on and let’s head out the door to papa’s agency.”

And it was such a beautiful day for a walk. The sun was out with little to no clouds and there was just the right amount of breeze that helped keep the three of you cool during these summer days.

Even though Hawks’ agency was just a 20-minute walk, he kept insisting on calling you a cab so you wouldn’t have to walk so far with the boys while pregnant. Of course, you declined, saying how it would be healthy for you and the baby to get fresh air and to walk around—to which he finally and hesitantly agreed on before adding a “call me when you get here.”

It was a normal occurrence getting greeted by Hawks fans on your outings like today. Most of them along the lines of, “(Name)-san! You look great today!” or “Love to see you and the boys healthy!” and not to mention, “I love you guys!”

It was sweet seeing supportive fans that your hard-working husband has.

“Ah, look! There is papa’s agency!” you say, pointing to the large and tall building, watching how your sons’ eyes lit up in awe. “Wow!” Yuto exclaims, turning over to you while fluttering his wings. “Papa works there?” 

“Yep! Let’s go and give him a surprise!” 

Walking over to the crosswalk just in front of the agency, you held Yuto’s hand in yours as the three of you waited for the signal to change to allow you to cross the road. “The roads are empty today, but we still need to watch for cars,” you point out to your boys as they began to look both ways. 

Everyone was busy at work, so no one was on the roads besides some parked cars. The crosswalk signal changed and played a tune while you and the boys began to cross the street towards Hawks’ agency to meet up with your dear husband. 

The sound of squealing tires from beside you had caught your attention and once you turned your head, it was already too late to dodge the oncoming vehicle speeding towards you and the boys. 

Gasping, you tried your best to push your boys out of the way as much as you could, but it wasn’t enough. 

The corner of the car was still able to hit Yuto and Kazuto, sending them crashing a few feet away from you. 

Unfortunately for you, the vehicle slammed head onto you. Rolling onto the hood, your head crashed into the windshield, smashing it and rolling off. A small pool of blood forming underneath your head as the car sped off. 

Your head rang as your vision slowed significantly. Turning your head, you see your boys on the ground more than an arms length away from you as they struggled to get up. 

Placing a shaky hand on your belly, you just hoped and prayed your baby was safe from the impact, but it wasn’t looking too good for you, you noted. 

It was surprising to you all the thoughts and information were able to process through your head after such an event. 

A crowd quickly formed around you and the boys as the voices began fading into the background as your conscious state was beginning to fade.

“My boys...” you say weakly to the stranger, eyes fluttering shut as your attempts to stay awake failed. “Ma’am! Keep your eyes open! Someone call for help!” 

“Get H-Hawks,” you tried once more before you succumbed to the drowsiness. Suddenly, it clicked in someone’s mind. “That’s Hawks’ wife and kids! His agency is just down the road! Someone get him!”

Kazuto slowly sat up from the rough fall, looking down at himself to spot any injuries. Spreading his wings, they seemed to be in mint condition, although his hip throbbed and his leg was slightly bruising from the impact. It wasn’t until he heard Yuto sobbing that he turned to check on his younger brother.

Yuto was beside him, face scrunched up, shaking and sobbing as his eyes met those of his brothers. “I think my wing is broken,” Yuto informed, turning to give his older brother a glance of his droopy wing. 

And before Kazuto could turn to check on you, a stranger stepped in his view, blocking him from the gruesome scene where his mother lay. “Hey there, friends, it looks like you both got a little bit hurt. The ambulance is on it’s way to take you and your mom to the hospital, so don’t worry. I’ll sit here with you guys and keep you safe, okay?” 

The two boys could only nod.

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Hawks spun around in his swivel chair eagerly as he waited for his wife and kids to arrive. Sighing, he took out his phone for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, glancing at the last text message you sent. 

From: wifey <3

‘Be there in five minutes! see you soon papa bird! <3’ 

But it had already been half an hour since your text. He knew that sometimes the boys took a little bit longer to get out of the house, but this was a bit off. Maybe he was just being a little impatient.

Suddenly a knock came at the door and he immediately got up to answer it, wings fluttering with excitement. But when he opened the door to find his assistant looking all frazzled, he raised a brow. “What’s up?” 

“Hawks, your family,” they stammered, out of breath from running around the large building. “They’ve been in a bad accident in front of the agency. A car-”

Before they could even finish, Hawks had spun around and jumped through a large open window from his office before flying down towards where they had mentioned. 

His eyes darted around quickly before catching sight of a large crowd. Sending his feathers down, his heart froze when he recognized you and his boys down there.

From the height he was at, he could already tell it wasn’t looking good. He could spot his boys’ wings from here, thankfully, shooting down towards them. 

He just wanted to see his wife and kids and they end up getting hit by some low life?

Hawks landed quickly at the scene before rushing over towards his boys, who immediately noticed their father’s large wings. “Dad!” 

Falling onto his knees, his hands roamed around their smaller bodies, checking for injuries before bringing them both in for a hug, relieved to see them alive and breathing. “Are you two okay?” Where does it hurt?” 

“My body hurts a bit and Yuto’s wing might be broken,” Kazuto informed before Hawks immediately checked Yuto’s wing before he let out a sigh, “Just a sprain. Don’t worry, birdie.” he replies, pressing a kiss to his youngest’s head. 

“Stay here, I’m going to go check on mom. These nice people will help you two, okay? I’m here now, don’t worry.” Hawks said firmly to the boys, giving them one last embrace before the stranger before stepped back in to stay with the boys as Hawks ran over to find you. 

Once his eyes spotted you, he felt like his heart had stopped and died there and then. 

To put it plainly, you looked dead—blood soaked clothes, unconscious and limp on the ground as the paramedics prepared the stretcher for you.

“(Name)!” Hawks called out, running to your body only to be stopped by a paramedic. “I’m sorry Hawks, but it’s best if you leave the rest to us.” 

“W-where is she going?” Hawks asked as he watched them gently place your injured body onto the stretcher, following beside them and peeking at you the best he could. “We’re going to transport her to the nearest hospital. We have to check and make sure we don’t lose the baby. We don’t have time for any more questions,” and with that, they carefully lifted you into the ambulance and drove off, leaving him there with a million unanswered questions. 

He wished he could be by your side, but right now, his boys needed him.

It didn’t take Hawks long to arrive at the hospital with Yuto and Kazuto. Reaching the emergency desk, Hawks immediately asked for you before receiving an answer that stopped his already shaking heart.

“There has been complications with her pregnancy, so they have to conduct an emergency C-section to try and save the baby,” they inform, Hawks’ blood turning ice cold.

“C-Section? But she’s only seven months along! The baby isn’t ready!” He cried, wings even more frazzled than before. “I understand your concern. That is why we will do our best to make sure the baby is as healthy as possible.”

Hawks could only stare in shock before turning to his two young boys, who looked up at him worried.

“Is mama going to be okay?” Yuto asked, his wing still drooping behind him. Hawks offered a small but weak smile, “the doctors are doing their best to make mama feel better. While they help mama, we need to get you two checked to make sure you’re doing okay,” Hawks continued, lifting Yuto into his arms.

“How’s it going, Kazuto? Does your leg hurt too much?” Kazuto shakes his head, “It hurts, but I can still walk slowly.” Hawks nods before reaching over to push his son’s hair back as the three walk to get the boys checked on.

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“Hawks?” hear a soft female voice, Hawks quickly turned to see Fuyumi walking towards them with a small smile. Hawks quickly stands to greet the friendly face, “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Fuyumi.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad seemed worried when he told me about your situation. Anything to help a friend, right?” she says and Hawks couldn’t help but give her a relieved smile. 

“Well, these are my boys. Kazuto is my oldest and Yuto is youngest. Well, with our new baby, Miyako will be the youngest,” Hawks explains as the two boys stand beside him, looking up at Fuyumi.

“Hi,” she starts, bending down towards their level, “My name is Fuyumi, I’m going to take care of you while your mama is getting better, okay?” 

Yuto clings onto Hawks’ legs, “I don’t want to go.”

“You know, my dad is the number one hero, Endeavor. He’s kind of scary, but I’m sure he’ll teach you a thing or two about being a hero.” That caught the boys’ attention, their wings raising up. 

“Your papa is the number one hero? My papa is the number two,” Yuto says and Fuyumi smiles at him. “That’s cool, huh? Your papa and my papa must be great friends.” Yuto couldn’t help but give her a cheeky smile, scrunching up his nose. 

“Well, let’s say goodbye to your papa and let’s go to my house and we can eat, okay?” Gently taking their hands, Fuyumi brought them over to her side before the two boys wave goodbye to Hawks. 

“Take care of mama, okay?” Yuto says as Hawks gives him a wink and a thumbs up. “I’ll tell her about how cool you two were being such big boys and not even crying.” 

Hawks stepped closer towards Fuyumi, cupping his hand around his mouth, “Yuto’s wing has a sprain, so make sure he doesn’t use it and doesn’t sleep on it if he can help it. Kazuto’s left hip and leg is in bad shape and is pretty bruised, so please keep some ice on it.” 

Pulling away, Fuyumi gives him a determined nod. “Thanks, see you in a few days.” and with that, she left the hospital with Yuto and Kazuto in hand. 

Letting out a sigh, Hawks carried on over towards the waiting area while he waited for your operation to finish. It had been only an hour since he had gotten here, but it felt like forever while he waited for some sort of news. 

After some time, he finally received news, great news. 

His daughter Miyako had been born via c-section and had no underlying health issues. Unfortunately, because she was born premature, she would need to be monitored at the hospital until she was strong enough without the help of the equipment to finally go home. 

That was fine by Hawks, of course, anything to help his baby girl. 

Walking down the quiet halls of the hospital room, Hawks nervously made his way into the NICU, where his baby girl, Miyako, would be staying for some time. 

“I’m here to see Miyako, I’m the dad,” he states before a nurse leads him over to her quiet room filled with the background noises of the equipment keeping her alive and healthy. 

Gently walking over, Hawks peeked over where the little girl was being incubated, his heart swelling at the sight of his third child and first girl. 

“Can I touch her?” Hawks asked the nurse behind him gently and nervously, seeing that she was tiny and barely over five pounds. “Of course, just wash your hands with soap.”

Doing just that, he made sure to take his time with cleaning his hands and forearms before drying them and making his way back to Miyako. 

Sticking his arms into the small openings, Hawks brushed the back of his fingers across her small yet still chubby cheeks. A smile blossomed onto his lips when she stretched out from his touch and that’s when he finally noticed the little wings perched on her back.

“You have wings, baby girl,” Hawks commented as his fingers ran across her fuzzy grey wings. “That makes three of us, huh?” 

He spent whatever time he could with her talking about himself, her brothers and her amazing mother before the nurse politely told him to leave so that Miyako could rest some more.

With all the terrible things that had happened, Miyako finally arriving was a good that broke the hardship. 

Before he could visit your room, he was stopped in the halls by a detective who flashed him his badge, “we found the culprit behind this attack.” Hawks frowned at the detective, “Let’s go to a more private setting,” he replied as the two made their way into a private room. 

“What did you find?” Hawks questioned, mirroring the detective who pulled out a chair to sit in. “An obsessed fan of yours,” he simply stated, tossing out a photo towards the winged man, “found this in the vehicle she was driving when she hit your wife and kids,” I assume you recognize the girl?” 

Staring at the photo in his hand, Hawks let out a groan as he slumped back on his chair, “I should’ve never suggested bringing (Name) and the kids out into the public,” Hawks sighed.

“This would have never happened.”

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“Keigo?” 

“What is it, sweetheart?” he hums, fixing the vase full of your favorite flowers before walking over to you and sitting in the chair that sat beside your hospital bed. 

“How are the boys doing?” you asked, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand gently when he slipped his hand into yours. 

It had been a day since you woke up, but three days since you had been admitted to the hospital, Hawks being one of the only people you had seen, including the doctors and your bedside nurses. 

“Well, they miss you that’s for sure,” he smiles and you offer one back. “Are they injured? I wasn’t able to check up on them before I—well, you know,” you try, but Hawks shifts your thoughts away when he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Yuto just has a sprained wing and Kazuto’s a little bruised, but they’re being cared at, at the number one’s house,” your eyes widened, “Endeavor’s?” 

“Well, technically, Fuyumi is watching over them,” Hawks continues and you relax once again with a smile, “Fuyumi has always been good with kids. They must be having a good time with her.” 

“And Miyako? How is she?”

“She’s cute and small and has these cute grey fuzzy wings on her back,” Hawks says with a small giggle, “her nurse says she’s doing just fine and should be able to go home in a few weeks. They still want her to cook a bit in the incubator.” 

You smile at him before closing your eyes and resting back on your pillow with a relieved sigh, “I’m glad that they’re all okay. I miss them so much.”

Hawks brings a hand to your cheek and you open your eyes to look up at him, nuzzling into his warm and large palm, “What’s wrong, honey?” 

“I just feel like this is all my fault,” he starts, bringing his hand back as his gaze drops down to his lap, “I should’ve never asked to bring you and the boys out into the public. It was selfish of me, you guys would’ve been safer and this would’ve never happened.” 

“Keigo, it’s not your fault,” you say, placing a hand on his cheek, but your movement was restricted due to the IV needle in your arm. Hawks brings your hand down to your lap, opting to hold it in his larger ones instead. 

“We didn’t know this would’ve happened, plus it was just a crazy fan! Instead of you being mad, I should be mad because someone thinks they love you more than how much I love you!” you exclaim and Hawks couldn’t help the small smile on his lips. 

“Trust in yourself,” motioning him closer, you pressing a kiss onto his lips before a teasing smile formed on your lips “I love you more than you can ever imagine, you dumb bird.” 

And Hawks tucked your words into his heart and decided to trust himself on his next bizarre idea—visiting that crazy fan of his in prison.

Sitting in the cool, metal chair, Hawks waited patiently in front of the barrier for the guards to bring out his so called, number one fan—the person who tried to take out his whole family. 

It wasn’t until she came into view and noticed him that her eyes seemed to light up in shock and joy. Throwing herself on the chair, she grabbed the phone as fast as she could, bringing it up to her ear. Hawks doing the same.

“H-Hawks? It’s really you! You came! You really came to see me!” she cried, and Hawks did not give her a spec of emotion. 

“I’m only here to tell you a few things,” he started and she nodded excitedly. “You are a fan of mine and I adore and cherish my fans,” Hawks states, her cheeks turning rosy at his words. “I would expect you to do something as simple as respect me as a person, as a pro hero, and to respect my family—my wife and my kids.”

“I only did what I did because I love you!” she shot back and Hawks glared her down with his sharp eyes, “and because of that, I’m disappointing that you even have the nerve to call yourself my fan. I’ve blacklisted you from attending any of my fan meets or events.”

Her eyes widened before she began to shake her head in disbelief, “No, no, no...You don’t mean that! Hawks no!”

“But I doubt you’d be leaving prison anytime soon for attempted murder on three cases,” He shoots back, her sobs and wails audible through the thick barrier between them.

“But I love you!” she cries desperately, “don’t do this!”

Hanging up the phone, Hawks turned around as the wails from the unfortunate girl filled the air behind him, leaving him feeling lighter than ever.

And it seemed as if things continued to get better from thereon. 

You sat in your hospital bed excited yet nervously as the nurse carefully transported Miyako into your arms for the first time. As the infant shifted around in discomfort, you gently cooed at her, Miyako recognizing your voice. 

“Miyako, it’s mama. I’m sorry it took us so long to finally meet,” you say with a large smile as she turned to face you—her poofy and fuzzy wings resting over your arms warmly.

Hawks watched in adoration of the sight of his two favorite girls finally together in each other’s arms. Miyako no longer needed any medical assistance and you, finally bandaged and needle free. 

“Miyako’s been doing perfectly fine without any of the medical equipment and should be able to go home in the next few days,” your nurse says and your head shoots over towards Hawks’ excitedly. 

“Honey, honey,” you chirp, “We can finally go home in a few days!”

Hawks couldn’t help the chuckle and smile that formed on his lips, especially from how excited you were. You had been in this hospital for nearly a month now and eager to see your boys and to finally be home. 

Leaning over, Hawks pressed a warm kiss onto your lips before running his finger over Miyako’s plump cheeks. 

“I can’t wait to have you home and in my arms again.” 

And did that day finally come. 

You and Hawks made your way around the hospital with Miyako sound asleep in a stroller, thanking all the doctors and nurses for their help. 

And to your surprise, Kazuto, Yuto and Fuyumi were at the main doors waiting for the three of you. 

“Mama!” they cried before taking off towards you. Yuto wrapped his small arms around your legs as Kazuto, who was just a bit taller, wrapped his arms around your waist gently, pressing his face into your side. 

“My boys, I missed you both so much,” you cried, pressing kisses all over their faces, seeing them light up with joy after being separated for so long. 

“Would you like to see your little sister?” You ask with a curious smile, watching them suddenly turn timid, but slowly, they made their way to the stroller and found a little baby girl sleeping comfortably.

“She’s so small,” Kazuto notes, glancing back up at you with his proud big brother smile. “Hi, Miyako. You’re so cute,” Yuto giggles, watching her stir.

You couldn’t help but lean into Hawks at the sight. Everything was right. Even when you finally had the energy to check your phone, you were surprised to see how all the support from friends, family, and fans alike.

“The agency called and said we have like a million gifts from the fans to pick up. A lot of them are ‘get well’ gifts for you and the boys and some are baby gifts for Miya,” Hawks states with a smile and you tilt your head at him teasingly. 

“Miya? You already gave her a nickname?” you tease and he couldn’t help but look away with a blush which made you laugh. “Well, Miya is going to have the best papa bird and brother birds in the world.” 

But the feeling of being at home, away from the world and just with your family topped everything else. 

You were in Hawks’ arms, resting comfortably and watching as your two young boys watched Miyako in awe, commenting about how cute she was or how cute her small grey wings were every minute. 

“Keigo, I’m so happy,” you state, leaning into his body more as you let out a content sigh. “Thank you for everything,” glancing up, his gold eyes were already on you before the two of you connected with a kiss.

“I should be saying that to you, dove. You’ve given me a whole family to love.”

And for all the bad that had happened, being able to rest in the love of your life’s arms with your newly expanded family, seemed to wash all of that away.

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

I love modern au. Or any “everything is fine, no one died, it’s just a fever dream” au. Half of me is thinking, damn maybe I should answer this serious- LOL HAHA no. That’s not happening. Time to crack my knuckles and let my brainworms take over again.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. I want to switch up my characters from the last brainworm post but I included Kaeya and Diluc.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to twistedwishes. Hey! I’ve been seeing you pop up a lot lately and thanks for the support 💕💕 I hope things are going better for you and you’re doing alright^^ I feel kinda bad for making appreciation posts on crack fics but hopefully this is somewhat funny haha. 

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: Roommate [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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[taglist]  <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

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Diluc

Absolute pretty boy who has braincells, but only if Kaeya is not there. In his mind, Kaeya’s presence makes his room loose 40% of their common sense. He can’t prove it just yet but he’s working on it. He majors in accounting but also has a minor in marketing, logistics’ management, fia- he majors everything business related. He’s going to become the next Elon Musk through smarts or by getting the competition drunk. There can be no contest if he’s the only candidate. He’s actually a hard working guy that overworks and stresses way too much. You have daily “Diluc recharge” evenings where he just hangs onto you while you go through your day.

“Don’t fucking talk to me until I’ve had my coffee,” except there is no coffee - he drinks grape juice out of juice boxes and his only energy boost is when he meets up with you - and that’s his constant mood. So he usually only hangs around you and Jean, since she has childhood friend status and is actually an angel. By default, Lisa is added and Diluc doesn’t mind her but if he see’s Kaeya, it’s full on war paint mode. If he's not busy with work or studies, he's usually with you either in your dorm or his apartment.

He has a fanclub and he seriously hates it and tries to do everything in his power to get Ningguang to take it down. Shouldn’t this be against his rights? But she refuses for whatever reason and makes a whole speech about free will. No matter what he does, someone manages to take a picture and it get’s printed in the university’s newspaper. The only bonding time he has with Kaeya is every Monday, where they collect and burn all the universities newspapers before anyone can get their hands on it. You always bring marshmallows to make smores during their arson activities.

“When I graduate I’m going to burn this school down to the ground. That’s not a threat it’s a promise.”

Ningguang

Is secretly the leader of the Diluc fanclub - not that she likes Diluc, she’s in a questionable platonic poly marriage with you and Beidou - but it was the easiest way to gain funds for the student council. Which she is the president of, so rip Diluc the fanclub stays. Ruthless business woman I tell you. But she can run in heels so her danger factor rises by at least 20%.

Majors in social sciences and law but more specifically the political science & government. She saw the Imperial State Crown that the Queen of England wears and says yes, that’s mine now. If she’s not with Beidou and you planning on “how to infiltrate the state government just for lols”, then she’s with Keqing, Ganyu, and Zhongli discussing student council things. Should they or should they not tell the student body that they can see everyone’s search results? Sit back and relax as the school goes into chaos. 

She’s probably the scariest person on campus No, she is the scariest person on campus. She’s the scariest person on campus. But secretly she’s popping 20 aspirins just to make it through a night. She has the digestive system of steel. She still holds the title of "seriously do not try and beat her in a drinking game it's never going to happen" and that's her proudest achievement in life but sadly she can’t put it on her resume. Kaeya is still trying to beat her out of spite but so far it hasn't been working. You’re seriously concerned for her when she get’s challenged but Beidou gives you a way-to-hard slap on the back and cheers her on. If Ninngguang somehow get’s alcohol poisonings she’ll somehow find away to make a profit out of it.

"I'll let him die, I'll get the insurance money."

Kaeya

One day he chugged too much mouth wash, passed out, and somehow woke up in university majoring in law. His idea is that if he is apart of the law, he can therefore stand above it. To be fair, his only goal in life is to say “I am the manager” and he can go live the rest of his life in bliss or as a hermit. He’s secret best friends with you but wouldn't be caught dead beside you. He will stab a bitch if you ever get hurt but will still trip you on the way home. Seriously, you have no idea why people find him attractive. Your guess is it’s the eye patch or the clap of his ass cheeks that keeps alerting everyone.  

He’s apart of the newspaper club and if anyone asks: No, he has no idea who keeps taking all the newspapers and burns them in the back of the campus. Originally, he joined because he was nosy and needed to join some type of club for his resume. He sometimes feels bad for his junior assistant Amber because he keeps tricking her and says that Diluc is secretly a demon that is trying to steal all the jobs and is apart of the lizard government hell bent on eradicating the human race. He even brought out a whiteboard for this joke, he’s dedicated to his job ok? 

The type of guy to try and be humble and say his work is “okay” but will choke a bitch if anyone agrees. He tends to leave everything last minute and says that it’s his drug since actual drugs could land you one year in prison and a maximum penalty of $2,000. You have to awkwardly hold in your concerned mother head shake when you see him speed running his assignment literally right when the professor is walking around to check if students finished. 

“I was taught how to lead not to read.”

Mona

Broke wallet #2. Zhongli is broke wallet #1 but Childe simps for him so is he really a broke wallet at this point? In this essay, I Mona Megistus, will explain why I have the rights to the title “Broke Wallet #1″...

Believes that astrology should be an actual career path but refuses to take astronomy as her major. I can read the stars not a textbook that tells me how to calculate the mass of the sun divided by the fucks I give. Instead she went into Philosophy and cries to Albedo, who is an actual prodigy genius- sir lend some braincells to everyone else please?, that her professor keep turning her paper down because “star reading” is not an academic source.

Fischl wants her to join the occult club because, surprisingly, Mona is very good at telling people’s fates through her crayon sketch ouija board. She thinks first year Fischl is cute but is put off by the cosplay roleplay that she has going on. She would join except that stupid hat wearing gremlin in her lit class would make fun of her if he found out.

You gave her half your lunch one day and bought her a doughnut "because she seemed upset" and "out of the goodness of your heart" whatever the hell that means. She thinks you pensioned it but once that thought comes she takes a bite. Poison from a doughnut is not the worst way to go out, classes are hard enough. She’s waiting for the lord to strike her down anyways. 

“Its not about passing, its about doing better than everyone else.”

Venti

Slept through most of highschool and people question how he got into university. He’s a music major (wow how fucking original is that), and if anyone asks him to serenade someone or just do anything, he’ll do it for the right price. Or if you buy him alcohol because he still keeps getting ID checked. He’s banking on Kaeya actually becoming a lawyer or being on good terms with Diluc so he can finally stop being arrested for looking like a toddler.

Takes one step into classes and quickly nopes out and goes back to bed. Professors have no idea how he hasn't dropped out or failed. He just has some god given talent. He does whine at you to pretty pretty please with a cherry on top tutor him because you're such an angel and would never leave your poor but awesome best friend hanging right? He needs to get this essay down but how he is suppose to explain how the number 10 is symbolic and connects to the universe or the meaning of life. Do you think he can just say it’s apart of his culture and make up some random myth to pretend it looks like he knows what he’s doing? 

He’s honestly going with the flow and put his brain on the back burner all of highschool and only now realizes wait, I actually have to use my brain?

He’s been banned from most club chats since Venti has the no chill card. Someone says “lol I look ugly today.” and he’ll respond "yup, you look like a cow." and he get’s banned. Zhongli keeps a speed run timer on his phone just to document these occasions.

"Sad spelled backwards is das and das how it be sometimes."

Childe

An actual dumbass that somehow does well. He eats sandwiches with the crust off, this heathen. Surprisingly he’s studying to become a physical therapist but most of his experience has come from breaking his own bones. You’re scared how he's going to be if he actually becomes a therapist. If he'll make bets with his patients or try to one up whatever crazy injury they get into. Everything is a challenge to him that sometimes the best way to deal with Childe is to knock him out. 

This man really knows the way to a Zhongli’s woman's heart. Through micro transactions. Mona saw him accidently drop $20 and just shrugged and walked off. She has never been both spiritually and physically offended in her life. She did take the $20 though. As much as you hate leeching on Chile when he’s basically a walking wallet that probably uses bills as tissue paper, you can’t help but give him puppy eyes while planning on how to get into his will. If he even plans on having one, he might honestly write “whoever wins in a gladiator style duel in my funeral’s tournament, they will get my fortune.”. 

Any sport the university offers Childe is probably in it. Which is how he met Zhongli, challenged him to a fight, proceeded to have his ass handed to him, got a backhanded compliment, and screamed to you he was in love and how he found his soulmate. He's secretly very sappy and has cried and watched every Disney and Pixar movie at least 28 times.

"IM NOT TOO SPICY! I’M A TINY BIT ABOVE MILD IF ANYTHING!”

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God if it isn’t Scaramouche, it’s Childe that ruins the aesthetic. This is why I hate you. Why do you people enable me like this, it isn’t even good. This is pretty much a @ yourself moment and I vibe hard with Venti. This entire post was just to make a joke about the clap of Kaeya’s ass cheeks alerting the guards.

This week might slow down since I have classes and assignments. My reply’s are gonna be late too, sorry;; (oh and thank you to everyone that was so supportive and nice when I mentioned it. All of you. Beautiful 💕💕 )