#I’m going to drink wine and see friends so I’ll finish it later

[suitsusboth]

okay i had to stop after ep 4 bc work got bat shit crazy but like genuine question where is the romance in this show?

[believemedarlin]

The Perfect Man

Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader (3.9k words) Also available on AO3

Summary:

“You know, if you combined all the men on the team… they’d make the perfect man.”

“What?” Emily sputtered into her wine.

Penelope giggled while JJ looked intrigued

***

A drunken night out with the girls leads to some interesting revelations.

***

“Let’s play Fuck, Marry, Kill.”

A round of groans sounded from the table, but Penelope Garcia was not to be dissuaded. 

“Come on, ladies. It’ll be fun!”

Her best puppy dog eyes firmly in place, Penelope implored her friends and coworkers with a practiced look. You were holding strong until she brought out the big guns and pouted at you.

A mere ten seconds later you caved. 

“Okay, fine,” You sighed. “But can we use kick instead of kill? I always hated that option. Why do you have to kill them when kicking would be just as effective in showing your lack of interest? No death required.”

“Ooh, I like that,” Penelope immediately agreed with a nod. “You know I’m a pacifist at heart.”

She turned to the other two women seated at the table, pout back in full force. JJ gave in first, patting Penelope’s hand with an indulgent smile and a nod. 

Seeing that she was outnumbered, Emily shrugged. “Sure. But I’ll need another drink if we’re doing this. I haven’t played this since college.”

“I’ll get us all another round.” Penelope jumped to her feet to join her and they made their way to the bar, weaving through the other patrons.

It was a rare Friday night off and the women of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit had decided to go out for a much-needed night of ladies-only fun and frivolity. They had happily left the guys to sort out their evenings and escaped the second the clock struck five.

They were all a few drinks in at this point, which is most likely the reason Penelope had suggested the game. She always got a bit playful when she drank.

They returned a few minutes later, fresh drinks in hand. 

Once settled, Penelope leaned in, an eager smile on her face. “Okay. Fuck, Marry, Kick. Henry Cavill, Ben Barnes, Zachary Levi. And go!”

Emily took a sip of her drink and wasted no time in voicing her choices, followed by JJ and you. You took turns coming up with more and more outlandish options, and pleasantly spent the next hour drinking and laughing with your friends.

You had just finished giggling over Penelope’s reasoning behind her choosing to kick Willy Wonka and marry Jareth the Goblin King so she could enjoy a night with Conan the Barbarian when Emily leaned in with a smirk.

“I’ve got a good one. Hotch, Morgan, and Reid.”

The table erupted in a chorus of ooohs and laughter. 

JJ bit her lip in thought. “Okay, since we know them personally and I’m a happily taken woman, I’m going to change mine to kiss, because it’s weird to say I want to fuck any of them. So, uh, I’ll go with kiss Morgan, marry Reid, and kick Hotch. But only barely, because I do not want him angry with me.”

“Easy,” Penelope chirped. “Fuck Morgan, marry Morgan, and kick Reid and Hotch.”

You, JJ, and Emily burst into laughter, with JJ swatting Penelope on the arm. “You can’t double up like that!”

“Can too! My game, my rules. Besides, it’s special circumstances with Morgan as an option.”

Emily snorted, then grinned. “Hmm. I think I’d go with fuck Morgan, marry Hotch, and kick Reid.”

All eyes then turned to you as you stared into your drink, taking entirely too long as you overthought the options.

Eventually, Emily cleared her throat and you looked up to see her watching you expectantly.

“What?” You grinned sheepishly with a shrug. “It’s harder than you’d think!”

The ladies teased you good-naturedly until you finally said, “Okay, okay! Um, I think…” 

You blew out a breath in a long sigh. “Fuck Reid, marry Hotch, kick Morgan. No wait… Maybe fuck Hotch, marry Reid?”

Emily and JJ cackled while Penelope put on a fake offended air. “Why you gotta kick my beloved cinnamon hot chocolate Adonis not once, but twice? He’s the perfect man!”

"I mean, a lot of women would think that, yeah, but not me.”

Penelope gasped and pressed her hand to her chest dramatically. “Why, I never.”

You giggled with a shrug. “Sorry?” 

“You’re forgiven.”

“What I want to know,” JJ chimed in with a mischievous grin, “is why you can’t decide between Reid and Hotch on who to marry?”

You buried your face in your hands to hide your blush. “I don’t know! Both seem like solid choices. I think they’d both make good husbands.”

Emily smirked. “Sure it wasn’t because you couldn’t decide which you’d rather fuck?”

Penelope and JJ burst into laughter again while you groaned into your hands.

“You all are menaces. I don’t know why I spend time with you.”

“Because we’re wonderful people and you love us.”  Penelope teased.

“That’s debatable.” You mumbled.

“Oh, come on,” she leaned into your side and laid her head on your shoulder. “You know you adore us.” Penelope batted her eyes and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Yeah, I do.”

She cheered and called for another round of drinks.

The game wound down and devolved into a rather extensive list of men and women that each of the ladies wouldn’t mind enjoying some personal one-on-one time with.

You had been sitting in a comfortable silence for the past few minutes, chin in hand and elbow on the table, your mind pondering on something Penelope had said earlier. Your voice took on a contemplative tone as you mused aloud, “You know, if you combined all the men on the team… they’d make the perfect man.”

“What?” Emily sputtered into her wine.

Penelope giggled while JJ looked intrigued.

“Okay, just hear me out. Now, granted, everyone’s idea of the perfect man is different but for me… If we go by physical attributes first, you have to admit that each guy is objectively attractive on their own. I mean seriously, was it a prerequisite that everyone has to be outrageously good-looking to be a member of the team?”

The ladies heartily agreed with laughter and nods, but you gestured across the table to them. “I’m including you three in this too. Have you looked at yourselves? You’re all absolutely gorgeous.”

“Damn right, we are,” Emily exclaimed as she high-fived JJ.

You raised your glass to her and took a sip before expanding on your premise. “So by themselves, each man is handsome but combined…”

You tilt your head in thought. “For me, it would be Reid’s hair. I’ve always liked longer hair on a guy and have you seen those curls when he lets it grow out? And then add in Hotch and Rossi’s dark hair and … yeah. Next would be Morgan and Rossi’s facial hair. I don’t know about you ladies but I like a man with a bit of scruff, you know what I mean? Goatee or full beard or just a couple of days growth, hell even a good five o’clock shadow, as long as it’s maintained and not all scraggly, I like it. Oooh, remember when Hotch came back with a beard?

“Yeah,” you sighed, a bit more dreamily than you had intended, surely caused by the late hour and not the memory of a casually dressed, bearded Hotch. “Like that.”

All three ladies shared a knowing look, but you paid them no mind. 

“Though there is something to be said about a freshly shaved face. It’s so soft…” You sighed again.

“And then there’s height.” You knew you were rambling, but with the alcohol fueling you, there was little chance of stopping you now. “They’re all at least 6 foot so the height difference is perfect for both cuddles and forehead kisses.”

At this, Emily snorted. “Forehead kisses?”

“Yes,” you snipped primly. “They are the pinnacle of non-lip-to-lip kisses and they are my favorite thing. They just make you feel so adored. Now shush.”

You shooed her and rested your chin back in your hand. “Let’s see… Eyes. Honestly, I think they all have lovely eyes. I’m not picky on eye color really but I think Hotch’s stand out the most to me. I mean, have you seen his eyelashes? It should be criminal for a man to have such beautiful eyelashes.”

Another round of nods and hummed agreements sounded from the table.

“You know,” you continue with barely a pause, “I’ve never been a fan of really buff dudes, which sorry Pen, but that’s kinda why poor Morgan got kicked twice.” You shrugged unapologetically at her. 

“I’ve always preferred lean guys. Not scrawny but not bugling out his shirt, you know? Strong but not shoved in your face. But!” You sit straighter in your chair, index finger raised to emphasize your point. “That’s just looks. Personality-wise, I’m drawn to kindness first and our boys all have that in spades. And they each show it in different ways, but it’s always present.”

You met Penelope’s eyes. “And Morgan’s kindness absolutely overrides his excessive muscle mass. He’s honestly one of the kindest people I know, even if he’d deny it. He’s not humble about a lot of things, but he is about that.”

Your eyes dropped to the table as your finger ran along the wood grain. “I also like intelligence and while yes, first thoughts go to Reid, the others are all brilliant too. Like, Rossi is so wise! It seems like he always knows what’s going on with someone before anyone else, and always seems to know just what to say just when you need to hear it. And they each have strengths that I admire. I genuinely like each of them as a person and I’m proud to know them and am honored they consider me a friend. Honestly, I feel that way about all of you.”

“Aw!” Penelope sniffled. “That’s so sweet. We love you too, you know.”

You gave her hand a quick squeeze and took another sip of your drink. 

“What about lips?”

You blinked at JJ. “Lips? I’m not sure. I don’t know that I look at them much.”

Emily tilted her head. “You seriously don’t look at men’s lips?”

“Not really? I mean, I notice smiles. And honestly, how did I not start with that? It’s usually one of the first things I notice about someone. Smiles make everyone look twice as attractive. Oh, and a sense of humor! Gotta love a man who can make you laugh.”

“This one is definitely Morgan,” Emily chimed in and you nodded in agreement while Penelope raised her glass.

“Absolutely. He always makes me laugh, but so do the others. Rossi is snarky, which I appreciate as a fellow snarker. I can’t tell you the number of times he’s made me hold back a laugh during a round table. Reid can be really funny, too. Especially when we’re making Star Trek or Doctor Who references that no one else gets. Except you, Pen, but you’re usually in your lair. And Hotch—”

“No,” Emily cut in. “No way you think he’s funny. The man barely smiles.”

You tsked and leaned in, your tone turning a bit haughty. “First of all, I think it’s a good thing that he holds those back because have you seen how handsome he is when he smiles? His whole face transforms and he has dimples. Dimples . It’s ridiculous and no one would be able to focus on work if he was blinding us with his smile all the time. And secondly, yes. He’s hilarious, actually. He has a dry sense of humor that gets me every time. And he is so straight-faced about it. I laughed embarrassingly loud once at something he said and I had to leave the room because I couldn’t stop giggling. And the man had the nerve to be smug about it later.”

You shook your head with exasperated fondness, not noticing the raised eyebrows and pointed looks the other ladies were sharing.

“Anyway,” You sighed and leaned back in your chair. “Morgan is my biggest supporter, Reid nerds out with me, Rossi gives the best advice, and Hotch makes me feel safe. All things that would attract me to someone. So, with their powers combined…” You spread your hands in a sweeping motion. “The perfect man.”

“Huh,” Penelope hummed. “You know, I kinda see it.”

“See?” You grinned triumphantly. “We really do work with amazing guys.”

A cry of ‘hear, hear’ sounded around the table and the four of you leaned in to clink glasses.

Emily settled back in her chair with a smirk, her eyes focused on you. “Okay, you waxed poetic about the guys. Now, what about us?”

You grinned. “You, my darling lady loves, all hold a special place in my heart. There’s no way I could choose. You are each the perfect woman.”

Another cheer went up and everyone downed their drinks, laughing merrily.

The outing wound down about half an hour later. You each stumbled your way outside, Emily and Penelope deciding to share a taxi.

You stood with JJ as you waved the other two goodbye; you waiting for your own taxi and JJ waiting for Will to pick her up.

“You know,” she said conversationally, her eyes on the street. “You mentioned Hotch quite a few times describing your perfect man.”

You blinked. “What? I did not.”

She turned to you with a wide grin. “Oh yes, you did. No denying it now.”

You sputtered, not sure how to reply.

She chuckled and laid a hand on your arm, just as your taxi arrived. “Seems to me like he ticks quite a few of the boxes for your perfect man.” She leaned in to whisper, “So what are you going to do about it?”

JJ winked as she stepped back to open the door of the car that pulled in behind your taxi and slid in. “Just think about it, okay?”

You nodded numbly, mechanically climbing into the back seat of the taxi while Will and JJ patiently waited to make sure you were safely on your way.

You mumbled out your address and barely noticed the drive home, arriving much sooner than expected, as your mind was focused on JJ’s words.

You shook your head as you entered your apartment, determined to think no more of it. It was just a silly statement born out of one too many drinks.

There was no way you thought of Hotch that way.

No way at all.

***

The rest of the weekend was miraculously quiet and work-free. You couldn’t remember the last time you had so much time to yourself, so you took full advantage of it.

As days off always tended to do, they flew by too quickly and Monday morning arrived before you were ready for it. You greeted everyone when you entered the department, nodding to Rossi and waving at Morgan and Penelope as you settled in at your desk.

No new case had come in, so today would be an in-office day catching up on paperwork and caseloads.

You were productive throughout the day, completing most of the pending work assigned to you, and you were feeling quite accomplished with the diminishing stack in your inbox.

Only a few minutes remained in the workday when you stood from your chair, stretching your stiff back, and made your way up the stairs to Hotch’s office to drop off an armful of completed reports.

You knocked on his door, only having to wait a second before he bid you enter.

He was focused on the open file in front of him and he didn’t look up until you spoke. “These are ready for you to review, Hotch.”

His eyes shot up to meet yours before dropping to the folders in your arms. He gestured to the corner of his desk nearest you and went back to scribbling notes on the report. “You can just leave them there, thank you.”

You set them down next to another stack and grimaced. There were multiple bundles of files littering his desk. While in-office days were great for clearing your desk of work, it unfortunately always added to Hotch’s workload.

“Looks like everyone had similar offerings for you today. Will you be able to leave at a reasonable hour tonight? I’d be happy to help with anything if you need it.”

Hotch finished the line he was writing and looked up at you through his long lashes, a small, shy kind of smile curving his lips. His cheeks were just a touch pinker than usual and you blinked because you’ve never seen that look on his face before.

He looked almost bashful, a word you would never have associated with Aaron Hotchner.

But damn, was it a good look on him. He really was a handsome man, wasn’t he? Kind, funny, successful, and a great father. He was practically the perfect man.

You froze and blinked again at the realization.

“Oh, uh,” his deep voice broke you from your thoughts. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got it covered. I shouldn’t be here too much longer.”

“Right, of course.” You nodded and prayed he couldn’t see the blush you knew was rapidly spreading across your face. “Well, good night, sir.” 

You spun on your heel and opened the door, ready to flee as fast as your feet could carry you.

His low, murmured good night followed you out the door and you nearly shivered because holy hell, even his voice was attractive.

You quickly grabbed your things and nearly sprinted to the elevators, not wanting to stay one second longer around skilled profilers who could read you so easily, knowing they would spot your flushed cheeks instantly and want to know what caused them. Or worse, they’d already know, and that was not something you were ready to discuss with any of them at the moment.

You had fully intended on ignoring JJ’s words from Friday night, but after your reaction just now, you knew she was right.

Hotch was pretty damn close to fitting the idea of your perfect man.

Or maybe, the idea of your perfect man came from Hotch.

You sighed as you entered the thankfully empty elevator, finally admitting to yourself the truth that had been staring you in the face for longer than you’d ever care to admit.

You had it bad for Aaron Hotchner.

Oh, you were in so much trouble.

***

Aaron watched as you left his office, your face a delightful shade of pink.

His eyes followed as you rushed to your desk, snatched up your things, and darted out the door.

He hadn’t meant to overhear Prentiss and Garcia’s conversation that morning as they reminisced over their night out last Friday. He certainly hadn’t meant to linger when they mentioned you and your adorable—according to Garcia—rant about the perfect man. And he most certainly hadn’t meant to lean in rather eagerly when they whispered about just how many times his name had come up as an example during said rant.

He had been pleasantly surprised and somewhat stunned by the information. He’d never thought of himself as an ideal for the perfect man. 

Sure, he supposed he had a few attributes that some women might find appealing. He had a successful career and tried to keep in shape, though that was more for his job than vanity.

But he never imagined that anyone would look at him and think that he was a paradigm of their perfect man. Least of all you.

You were a brilliant profiler, exceptional in the field and able to hold your own in a fight when needed, but you were also caring with the victims and their families. You were witty and kind and easygoing. You were someone who smiled freely and laughed readily and did your best to cheer and encourage the team on tough cases.

Not someone who would think of stoic, hardass Aaron Hotchner as the perfect man.

Still, he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes from drifting to the window of his office throughout the day, seeking you out.

He thought back to when you joined the BAU and how quickly you became not only an essential part of the team but a much-welcomed member of their little family. Everyone adored you and Aaron himself had to admit that you had wormed your way into his heart.

He loved the time he got to spend with you when the team got together to unwind after a case and the little moments of levity you all shared in between working. He recalled the times he managed to make you laugh and the occasions where he found himself chuckling as well. You were easy to talk to and more often than not, the two of you fell into conversation whenever everyone else was either asleep or preferred to be left alone on the jet going to and from cases.

He genuinely enjoyed your company and found himself wishing he could enjoy it more often.

His eyes wandered to the bullpen again, zeroing in on you almost immediately. Prentiss and Morgan were standing by your desk when one of them said something that made you laugh.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth opened to release an enchanting sound of delight. Aaron couldn’t look away and had to admit that you really were quite lovely. Inside and out.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat looking at you but knew it was longer than appropriate. He shook his head and forced himself to focus back on his work.

He managed to shove all thoughts of you from his mind for the remainder of the day until a soft knock sounded on his door late in the afternoon.

He didn’t bother to look up from the report he was notating after giving a gruff come in until he heard your voice.

Aaron couldn’t keep his eyes from darting up to meet yours before dropping them to the large stack of files in your arms.

He gestured for you to place them on the corner of his desk next to the ones Reid had deposited earlier and thought that would be his singular interaction with you for the day.

But then your caring side came out again and you sweetly offered to help him, a proposition that both filled him with fondness and nervousness.

After all his wayward thoughts about you throughout the day, he wasn’t sure if being in close proximity with you was a good idea or not. 

Aaron looked up at you again, the late afternoon sun enveloping you, enhancing your features, and his only thought was that he’d been wrong earlier. 

You weren’t just lovely. You were stunning.

In that moment, he was completely captivated by you and his thoughts ran rampant as he cataloged every minute detail of you. Your beauty, your kindness, your brilliance, and all the little things that made you you . Everything that endeared you to him.

But his thoughts came to a crashing halt when he realized that he was staring at you. He felt his face flush and he stammered as he gently declined your help.

You bid him a good night, but Aaron couldn’t take his eyes off the spreading blush on your cheeks. It kept his attention until you were out of sight.

He blinked and dropped his eyes back to the forgotten report in front of him, a slow smile creeping across his face.

He may not have meant to overhear the conversation that caused him to think about you all day, but he was starting to be glad he had. It seemed it was all he needed to face a few truths he had been in denial about for a long while now.

He was completely and utterly smitten with you.

Now, he just had to decide what to do about it. 

Aaron sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Oh, he was in so much trouble.

[samandcolbyownme]

Omg girl I just thought of this and need to write it down so I don’t forget it. Demon Sam and Colby get kicked out of the underworld for something and their only ticket back is to make a mortal fall in love with both of them but then they fall in love with that mortal too and don’t want to go back so they try to leave reader but can’t bc there is a bond or something so they either stay in the real world with reader or reader goes back to the underworld with them 🤯😘

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, Demon!Sam, Demon!Colby, mentions of death and blood, and the underworld, alcohol, kissing, flirting, threesome activities, hair pulling, biting, scratching, choking, oral (all), unprotected sex, general filth

Word Count: 5.5k | unedited

It was a normal Wednesday night. You were home, on your couch watching a movie that you’ve seen a thousand times.

You were honestly bored, and the longer you tried getting into the movie, the more you wanted to do something else.

You decide to pick up your phone and give it a shot, calling your friend in hopes they agree to go out.

“Please tell me you’re calling to do something because I am bored out of my skull.” Kris laughs and you stand up, “That’s exactly what I’m calling for. I can pick you up in twenty?”

“Perfect. I’ll go change.”

You added some light makeup to your face before changing into a dress you’ve been waiting weeks to wear. You dabbed on your perfume and slipped on your heels, ruffling your hair before walking to grab your keys.

——

“This place is actually kind of dead tonight.” Kris looks around, laughing before she takes a sip of her drink.

“I mean, it is a Wednesday night, but..” you point to her as you take a sip from your glass, “On the bright side, we don’t have to wait forever at the bar for our drinks.”

“That.. is very true.” She laughs as she clinks her glass with yours, “I’m going to run to the bathroom quick, can you watch..” she motions to her glass and you nod, “I might drink it, but it’ll be safe.”

She laughs as she walks away and the alone feeling you had suddenly went away as a blonde walks up to you, “Hey.”

You look over at him, slightly taken aback by how good looking he is, “Hm, hey.” You smile slightly and try to subtly pull Kris’ drink towards you.

“No need to worry, I promise I don’t have anything.” He chuckles and you feel a red tint fall on your cheeks, “No, it’s just.. sorry I didn’t-“

“It’s okay. I just wanted to see if I could buy you a drink.” He smiles and you tilt your head, “Don’t I get to know your name before you try to wine and dine me?”

He nods, the red tint now appearing on his, slightly pale cheeks, “Oh fuck, right. Yeah. Sorry.” He shakes his head, lifting his shoulders as he takes a deep breath, “Hi. I’m Sam.”

He extends his hand out and you reach out, laying your hand in his, “Hi, Sam. I’m y/n.”

“Who’s this?” Kris asks as she sits back down at the table. She looks from you to Sam and you smile, “This is Sam. Sam, this is my best friend Kris.”

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Sam shakes her hand and returns his attention back to you, “Um, if you want, we can meet up later, I have to get back to my best friend, Colby.”

“Yeah, okay. Um..” you dig into your purse and pull out a pen, “Here is..” you jot your number down on a napkin, “..my number. Just call, or text. Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Sweet. I definitely will.” Sam smiles and looks at Kris, “I’ll tell the bartender that your next drinks are on me.”

“Well, aren’t you just a gentleman.” Kris jokes as she finishes her drink, “Thank you.”

He smiles, nodding as he looks back to you, “Enjoy your night.” He gives you a wink and grabs the napkin before walking away.

You watch him sit down at a table and, who you assume, Colby moves over next to him. You smirk slightly as you watch him squeeze Sam shoulder, praising him for getting your number.

You look back at Kris as she starts talking, “Are you going to go out with him?”

You look back over to Sam, but they’re both gone, “I’m not opposed to him calling or anything.” You look back at Kris, “He was pretty cute, wasn’t he?”

She nods, “He was very good looking.”

As the night went on, you found yourself waiting by your phone. Every so often in conversation your attention would be taken by your dark phone screen, just waiting for it to light up.

“Hey.” Kris reaches over, tapping your hand, “He will call, okay?”

“What if he doesn’t?” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, “Dear god, I just met this man and I’m already obsessed wi-“

Your phone lights up with an incoming call and your heart skips a beat.

“Answer it! What are you doing? It could be Sam!” Kris reaches for you phone but you grab it, taking a breath before you slide to answer, “Hello?”

“Hey, y/n. It’s Sam.”

You give Kris a look and internally cheer, “Hey, Sam.”

He chuckles, “Sorry. I got caught up with Colby or I would have called sooner.”

“You’re fine.”

“You still at the same place?” He asks and you glance up at Kris, “Yeah, I’m still here.”

“Perfect, mind if I join?”

Your eyes go wide and you point to the table, hoping Kris knows what you’re saying, “Not at all, please do.”

“Be there in about five.”

“Okay, see you then.” You can’t help but smile, “Bye.”

“Bye.”

“He’s coming back?” Kris smirks, “Ooooh, he likes you.”

“Shut up.” You say as you try to hide the blush on your cheeks, “We just met, alright. Let’s not make it-“

“Ladies.” Sam says, startling you a little bit, “Sorry, I was a lot closer than I thought.”

He sits down next to you and you shake your head, “It’s okay, glad you can make it back. Everything alright with Colby?”

He nods, “Oh yeah. He just had a little too much to drink, so I put him to bed and tucked him in.” Sam laughs and looks at your empty glass, “Did you want another one?”

You purse your lips, “I probably shouldn’t… but..”

“We’re getting another.” Kris gets up and walks to the bar and you have this sense of comfort wash over you, “You and Colby live together?”

Sam tilts his head, “Yeah, you can say that.”

“Sort of like you’re at his house more than you are his? I had a friend like that in high school. I basically moved in with them during the summer months.” You smile up at him and he smiles back, “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. You’re just..”

He sighs, “You’re just so beautiful.”

“Oh. Gosh.” You look down, unable to stop smiling like an idiot, “You’re super handsome yourself.”

He smiles and lays his hand on his face, “Now I’m blushing like an idiot.” He laughs and shakes his head, “I’m actually really happy I ran into you tonight.”

You nod, “Me too, Sam.”

——

A few days later and you felt like you knew Sam for years.

He understood you. He remembered your coffee order within one morning of getting it with him. He picked up on everything so fast, it almost seemed too good to be true.

“So you’re from Kansas? Both you and Colby?” You ask as you lean back against your couch. Sam nods, “Born and raised. Then we started off on these small adventures.”

“Ooh, I like adventures. What did you guys do?” You tilt your head Sam sighs, giving you a smile, “Colby and I were into, I don’t know if you believe in this stuff, but um..” he pauses and takes a deep breath, “Ghost hunting? I guess you could say.”

“That sounds.. um, interesting?” You laugh slightly, “I mean, I believe in the spirit world, hands down.”

“Really?” Sam asks, almost like he’s shocked you do, “A lot of people do and then a lot of people don’t.”

“The people who don’t, are missing out.” You smirk slightly, “So what was your greatest hunt, or whatever you called it?”

“We were actually in our hometown, just a couple of kids exploring an old abandoned warehouse type thing.. we probably shouldn’t have been there, but-“ he shrugs, “We learned our lesson.”

“Did you.. get arrested, or?”

Sam shakes his head, “No, no. We didn’t get arrested, but we did have something happen that really changed Colby and I for the rest of our lives, I will say that.”

You nod, taking the hint as to not push anymore, “Oh gosh, I’m sorry.” You frown, “That always sucks. Losing interested in something you liked doing because of one thing. I mean I guess it really depends on the situation, but I hope you guys can find the strength to do it again, you know?”

Sam smiles, nodding his head, “Yeah, we definitely found.. something like that. Actually, speaking of Colby.” He chuckles nervously, “I don’t know if you’d be interested in meeting him or not.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? He’s your best friend, right?”

He nods, “Yeah, but there’s, uh.. actually a little more to it.”

You furrow your brows, “Oh? You mean like a double date, I mean Kris is already accounted for but I-“

“No, no.” Sam shakes his head as he moves closer to you, “I mean, okay.” He takes a deep breath, “I can’t really explain it, but we, as in Colby and I are-“

“A threesome?” You ask, your tone a slight octave higher, and Sam nods, “Basically, yeah. We were looking for a girl to date..” he shrugs, “Together, but I mean, please, if it’s too much you can say no.”

You chew on your lip, staring off into space as you think for a moment, “I mean..” you shrug, “I’m not saying no, I just..” you laugh slightly, “Hold on I need to wrap my head around this for a minute.”

“Please, take time to think.” Sam lays a hand on your knee, “I really do like you, y/n, and once you, I mean.. if, you decide to meet Colby, you’ll see why I was the one to approach you.”

“I caught a glimpse of him at the bar the other night..” you smirk slightly, “He’s just as hot as you are.” Your eyes widen, “Sorry, that just came out.”

Sam laughs, “No worries, we both knew as soon as we seen you that you were it for us, but again.. take time and think about it.”

“How soon does he want to meet me?” You tilt your head slightly, a smirk settling on your lips as Sam smiles, “I’ll text him right now.”

Your heart was beating faster. You were both nervous and excited for this.

“Have you ever done this before?” You ask, leg lightly bouncing up and down, “Like you and Colby dating the same girl?”

Sam shakes his head, “No, but when I pointed you out, I knew Colby felt the same way I did. Everything was literally instant with you.”

You feel your cheeks heating up at his words and you can’t help but smile, “Well thank you.” You shrug, “Sorry, I don’t really know what to say.”

Sam leans in, “It’s okay. I promise.” He presses his lips to yours and you couldn’t be more happy.

“We’ll have to just take it day by day, alright? We’ll make it work.” Sam brushes hair from your face and glances down before looking back up, “Colby’s on his way.”

You feel your heart skip a beat and you straighten up, “Okay.”

“No need to be nervous, Colby is a really sweet guy when he wants to be. Don’t let his dark demeanor get to you. He likes you, a lot.” Sam gently pinches your chin and you nod, “Okay.”

——

As soon as Colby knocks on the door, you stand up, “Do you want me to get it, or?”

Sam stands up, “doesn’t matter. I can if you want.”

You sit back down, “Yeah, my legs are like jello right now.” You laugh nervously and Sam chuckles, “It’s okay.”

He walks over to the door and opens it. You force yourself to stand up and walk around the couch to meet them.

“Wow, you’re gorgeous.” Colby smiles, extending his hand out, “I’m Colby.”

“Y-y/n.” You lay your hand in his, “Y/n. Sorry. I’m kind of anxious.”

“I told Sam not to lay it on too thick.” Colby teases and Sam sighs, “I tried not to. She makes me nervous, dude.”

You smirk and look down, “Did you want anything to drink or.. something? Sorry, I-“

“Hey, you don’t have anything to be nervous about.” Colby smirks, “Here, why don’t we just-“ he leans in, cupping your cheeks as he gently presses his lips to yours, “..Get it out of the way.”

You instantly feel relaxed, “That’s one way to do it.”

You lead Colby to the couch and sit down next to him, Sam on the chair diagonally from the two of you, “So do we, I don’t know, make a schedule or something?”

“I don’t think we need a schedule, it’s really all up to you on whether or not you want one or both of us around, you know?” Sam shrugs, “You’re in control.”

“I mean, I’m fine with having you both around.” You smirk, “I just, never had more than one guy during sex you know?”

You gasp, “Oh my gosh. I did it again. I totally meant to keep that in my head.”

“Don’t, I’m actually glad that we’re not the only ones thinking about that.” Colby chuckles, but then suddenly becomes serious, “Not that that is what we’re only thinking of, we want to date you, too, of course.”

“Right, like just having you be our girlfriend is totally enough. That would just be a bonus, you know?” Sam adds, and you nod, “Right, of course.”

“We can get to that stuff when you’re ready, alright? As Sam said, you’re in control of this thing, I’m just happy that you want to.” Colby smiles and extends his arms across the back of the couch, “So what do you say, we can take things slow by having a date night here?”

You nod, looking between him and Sam, “I’d like that.”

——

“You’re what?!”

You laugh slightly, “I know, I know. It’s insane, but it’s real, and happening.” You laugh as Kris tries to wrap her mind around everything you just told her.

“So you.. hold on. This is crazy.”

“I know. When Sam brought it up I was in the same boat you are right now.” You rest your elbow on the table and hold you chin in your palm, “But it’s been going great, actually.”

“How long has this been going on for?” Kris tilts her head and you purse your lips, “Tomorrow will be a month since Sam brought Colby into it.. but I’ve been seeing Sam for probably a little more, only by a few days, so..”

“I mean, I’m all for it, don’t get me wrong, but damn. Why didn’t you tell me right away?” Kris scoffs, “This is huge.”

“Exactly. I didn’t really want it getting out until I was for sure, sure that it wasn’t some kind of joke, you know?” You shrug, “I was nervous about it, but the day Colby came over, he planted one on me to get the awkwardness to go away and it’s been great ever since.”

“If it is some kind of joke, it’s sick. But the way Sam looks at you.” She smirks and shakes her head, “I don’t think it is.”

“They both look at me like that.” You bite down on your lip to hide your giddy smile, “I just..” you sigh, “I can’t believe that this is my relationship, like I’m pretty sure I have two boyfriends.”

Kris raises her brows and smirks, “You’re really living life.” She looks back up at you, “Did they make it official yet?”

“Like ask me to be their girlfriend?” You pause, “I mean, they didn’t really ask, I just kind of assumed that that meant I was theirs and they were mine, you know?”

She tilts her head, “I mean, I see what you’re saying, but I would get the confirmation, you know. Just so you all are on the same page.”

You nod, “Yeah, they’re coming over tonight so I can ask them then?”

“I would.”

Later on that night, you hear the knock on the door and you bite your lip, taking a deep breath before walking over and opening it, “Hi.” You smile as you move out of the way, “Come in.”

“You’re not going to bed, are you?” Sam asks as his eyes glide up and down your body. You glance down at your black robe, “oh, um. No.”

You laugh as you close the door, “I was hoping.. if you’re up for it, we could.. make things official?”

Colby’s glances over at Sam and Sam glances at Colby before they look back to you.

“Like, official as in us asking you to be our girlfriend, because I thought that was already kind of known?” Sam tilts his head and you walk over to him, “Both.”

“Both?” He raises his brows, hands moving to your waist, “Yeah, I mean..” he looks at Colby and back to you, “We can definitely do that.”

“We can get one of the things out of the way right now..” Colby walks behind you, his chest presses against your back as he moves your hair from your neck, “Will you do us the honors in being our girlfriend?”

Colby presses gently kisses along your neck and you let out a satisfied sigh, “Yes.”

Sam smiles and presses his lips to hours, mumbling in between kisses, “Good… now we can.. move on to.. the next thing.”

He bends down, sliding his hands to behind your knees to lift you up. His lips stay on yours as he walks you to your bedroom.

He lays you down, his body hovering over yours, “Just do what you want, okay? We’re here, for you.”

You nod, pulling him in for another kiss.

You feel the bed dip down next to you and reach out to feel Colby take your hand in his. Sam kisses down your neck and you look over at Colby, giving him a small smile.

He squeezes your hand and leans in to kiss you while Sam unties your robe, “Fuck you are beautiful.” He kisses down your torso and moves in between your legs, “Anything makes you uncomfortable, tell us.”

You look down at him, giving him a nod, “Okay.”

He slides his hands down your sides, looping his fingers inside the band of your panties as he pulls them down your thighs.

You tug at Colby’s shirt, focused on him taking it off. You watch as he picks up the hint, undoing each button slowly before sliding it down over his arms.

Your hand drags down his chest and you gasp, eyes rolling back as Sam’s tongue pushes into you.

“That feel good, baby?” Colby asks, brushing hair from your face, “Let him know.”

You instantly moan, back arching as his hands grip tightly on your hips. You use the heels of your feet to pull him in closer as one hand tangles into his blonde locks.

Colby works at undoing his pants, eager to get them off. He stops and bends down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

Your other hand lays on the back of Colby’s head, moaning out louder as his biting causes your brain to go all fuzzy, “f-fu-“ you breath out, “Fuck that feels so good.”

Colby leans back up and you open your eyes, panting as you stare up at him. Your hand slides up his thigh as your other pulls Sam’s hair, moaning out as you feel his hand move from your hip to your core.

He slides two fingers into you and you gasp out, squeezing his fingers as his lips find your clit.

Your hand continues to move up Colby’s thigh, stopping at the bulge in his undone jeans, “P-please.”

Colby nods, “Anything you want.” He stands up, discarding his pants and quickly after his boxers, leaving your lips parted as your eyes meet his cock.

“fuck..” you whisper quietly, “Fuck.” You look down at Sam, moaning out as his fingers work you to your first orgasm, “Sh-shit. Almost there.”

Colby moves back onto the bed, closer to your head this time and you look over, immediately moving your head in to take the tip of his cock into your mouth.

He lets out a low groan, brushing hair from your face so he can see you fully, “That’s it, baby.” Colby lays a hand on the back of your head, “Fuck, I know you can take in more.”

And you do, you push your head down, gagging slightly as his hips buck forward.

You moan around him, eyes squeezing shut as Sam guides you through your high.

Sam pulls away and you turn your body, angling it towards Colby so you can work him with both your hand and mouth comfortably.

Sam sits back watching, his hand palming himself through his own pants as he anticipates you moving onto him.

Colby lifts your head, nodding towards Sam, “Show Sam some love. I want to taste you.” Colby lays down, “C’mere.”

You sit up, swinging your leg over his head and he pulls you down immediately. You gasp out, hand flying to the wall in front of you to catch yourself from falling over.

Sam stands up on the bed, clothes discarded on the floor with Colby’s, “Show me what that mouth can do, sweetheart.” Sam bites his lip as he watches your hand wrap around him.

He groans as you pump a few times before leaning in to take him into your mouth. You bob your head, groaning around him as Colby’s tongue flicks repeatedly against your clit.

Sam holds your hair out of the way, using the makeshift ponytail to move your head up and down, “Fuck, sweetheart.” He moans out, “Doing so well for us.”

You look up at Sam and he groans, “You look so hot with my cock in your mouth.”

You moan at his words, eyes squeezing shut as you roll your hips, pushing yourself towards another orgasm.

“Fuck.” You gasp as you pull you head away from Sam, “Shit, shit.” You reach down, tugging on Colby’s hair, “Fuck.”

You lift your hips and Colby moves you down to straddle his lap, “Need to feel you.” He mumbles as his eyes drag over your body, “Fuck.”

You lower yourself down onto him, moaning out loudly as your nails dig into his chest, “Holy, fu-fuck.” You push your hips down, feeling him fully, stretching you from the inside, “C-Colby.”

“Whenever you’re ready, baby. You look so good sitting on my cock like this.” Colby groans, hands tightly gripping your hips.

Sam moves down to kiss you, resting on his knees beside you. His hand slides down your back, fingers pressing into your skin, “You sound so pretty, too.”

You moan against his lips as you lift up, moaning louder as you sink back down.

Colby’s hands guide you up and down, his groans growing louder the faster your pace builds, “That’s it, baby, that’s it.”

Sam kisses down your neck, groaning lowly against it as your hand finds his cock. You slowly slide your hand up and down, whining out as Colby’s cock repeatedly slams into that perfect little spot each time.

“Cum for Colby..” Sam breathes out as he leans back. He leans up, connecting his lips to yours, “So you can cum for me again.”

You moan, squeezing Colby’s cock, “I-I-“ you throw your head back, moaning out as you use Colby to bring yourself over the edge. You ride out your high before Sam pulls you up off and lays you down, his cock immediately taking the place of where Colby’s was just seconds prior.

Your eyes roll back, back arches off the bed as Sam’s thrusts pick up, and they’re not gentle.

You claw at his back, moaning loudly as you come close to feeling overstimulated.

“You feel so good.” Sam groans lowly, “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You look up at him, lips parted as another orgasm sneaks up on you. You tighten your legs around him, moaning loudly as he fucks you through it.

“I’m not gonna last much longer, baby.” Sam mumbles into your ear and you nod, “Fuck, okay.”

Sam pulls out and nods for Colby to come closer as he pulls you up to a sitting position. Colby moves behind you and pushes you onto your stomach.

He lifts your hips and you grip the sheets as he slides his cock into you once again. You let out a whine, lifting your head up to see Sam in front of you.

You open your mouth, immediately knowing what he wants.

His cock slips between your lips and you moan around him, body jolting forward with each of Colby’s thrusts.

You hold yourself up with your hands on the bed, bobbing your head as you’re eager for Sam to cum, Colby, too.

Sam’s grip on your hair tightens as he tilts his head back, hips bucking forward as you feel his cock twitch. You close your eyes, moaning around him as his cum rolls down your throat.

He pulls his hips back, falling back to sit down as he watches your face twitch with pleasure, “So fucking good baby.”

Colby’s grip tightens on your hips and his thrusts grow sloppy quickly. He pulls out and spills onto your back with a groan before leaning back.

“How was that? You doing okay?” Sam leans down, lifting your chin up slightly.

You nod, giving him a smile, “It was..amazing.” You let out a sigh, “I think this is the best mood I’ve ever been in.”

Colby wipes off your back and you lay down next to Sam. He looks over at you and you stare up at him, “I think I love you.” You turn your stare towards Colby, “I know it’s way early but-“

“Think, or know?” Colby questions and you take a second to think before you nod, “I know. I’ve never felt like this with anyone. Never had this good of a connection.”

Sam and Colby exchange glances and you look between them, “What?” Your furrow your brows, “Oh no, I did it again didn’t I?”

You cover your face and Sam pulls your hands away, “No baby.” He chuckles lightly, “We love you, too.”

Colby nods, crawling up to lay next to you, “We do.”

——

You wake up a few hours later to find yourself alone in your bed, and you know that that isn’t how you fell asleep.

You can hear Sam and Colby talking in the living room, but you didn’t really think anything of it until you heard your name.

Now you were curious.

You quietly get up, walking over to the door that’s slightly cracked open, and listen.

“We have to tell her, Colby.” Sam says, “We can’t just leave her without an explanation.”

“Are you forgetting that we have something to take care of? We needed a key. We got that key, and now we can finally go back.” Colby sounds agitated with Sam, “If you want to tell her, be my guest.”

Tell me what, you think to yourself, and suddenly everything goes quiet.

“She’s awake.” Colby says, “Either you tell her or I will.”

“Fuck, Colby. Don’t you love her?” Sam sighs, “You can’t tell me that over the last few weeks you didn’t develop some kind of love for this girl.”

“I do love her. And leaving her here is the be-“

Colby stops talking as soon as you walk out.

“What’s going on?” You wrap your arms around your body and tilt your head, “You’re leaving?”

They both stay silent and tears well up in your eyes, “Answer me.”

They exchange looks and Colby motions to you, “I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” You shake your head, “I don’t know what’s going on, but if you guys were just playing some sort of game with me-“

Sam cuts you off, “No, no, no. Y/n. Sweetheart it’s not like that at all.”

“That’s what it seems like.” You wipe the stray tear that leaks from your eye and you take a deep breath, “I thought we had something special?”

“We do.” Sam assures, and you shrug, “Then tell me what’s happening.”

Colby motions to the couch, “Sit down.”

You walk over, sitting down like he said for you to do. You pull the big t-shirt you have on down to cover your thighs more, “Okay.”

Sam kneels down in front of you, “What I’m about to tell you, isn’t going to seem real but I assure you..” he takes a deep breath, “I’m being fully honest with you.”

You nod, staying quiet for him to continue.

“Colby and I…” Sam pauses, a little too long because Colby cuts in, “We’re not actually human.”

“Colby.” Sam sighs and quickly tries to clear it up as he sees your face puzzle with major confusion, “Okay. So there’s that. Um, Colby and I got kicked out of the underworld.”

“The u-underwo-“ you sigh, “What the hell?”

“Yeah, basically.” Colby chuckles but no one else laughs and he sighs, “Sorry, just trying to li- yeah.”

“So, you’re.. not alive? What are you then?” You stare at Sam, shock slowly creeping its way in as he speaks, “We’re demons from the underworld. We got kicked out and at the time, we were only focused on getting a mortal to fall in love with us so we can get back in.”

You stay silent, processing what he just said.

“I know.. that’s a lot.. and I wanted to tell you the second I sat down with you at the bar but I just-“ Sam shrugs, “I fell in love with you the minute I saw you.”

“So did I.” Colby nods and you look up at him, “I’m sorry it had to come down to this, we were trying to find a way to bring it up and we-“

You cut Colby off, “So that’s it? I’m the, what did you say, the key? The key to getting you back into the underworld?”

They both nod and Sam quickly speaks up, “Yes, but that was before last night and the look on your face when you said you loved us.” Sam frowns, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” You scoff, tilting your head back to keep your tears from falling, “You used me. You used me for your own selfish reasons.”

You go to stand up, but you sit back down, “Was anything real?”

“Everything was real.” Sam nods, “Everything.”

“You didn’t control me in anyway? I don’t know what you’re capable of.” You laugh, “Oh my god. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.”

You stand up, pacing slightly back and forth, “So what? You guys return and that’s it?” You shrug, “You forget about me, just like that?”

“You could come with us.” Colby suggests and you look at him like he’s insane, “What?”

“Colby.” Sam stands up and shakes his head, “She’s had enough for tonight.”

“She needs to know that there’s options.” Colby looks from Sam to you, “We can either stay here and accept the fact that we’re to never return to where we belong, or. We take you with us.”

“You’ll kill me?” You gasp, almost falling to your knees but Sam catches you, setting you down on the couch, “No, not unless- nevermind. We can talk about that later.”

“You have to become morally corrupted and rebels against the moral law.” Colby says as he sits next to you, “You have to rebel about the heavenly principal.”

“So what, like steal money from a church? I don’t know what you mean.” You look between them, “I don’t even know what I’m saying, why am I saying thi- fuck.”

You lay your hands over your face and lean forward, “I have f-family. I have-“

“You love us right?” Colby lays his hand on your back as you nod and he sighs, “You’ll either love us enough to let us go, or you love us enough to come with us.”

You look over at Colby and then to Sam.

Sam smiles slightly, “I love you just a little too much to leave you.”

“I want to go home, but I want you to come with me.” Colby slides his hand to yours, “The choice is yours, sweetheart.”

You shake your head, “I don’t.. I don’t know what to do. I don’t-“

“Take time. This is a big ask.” Sam nods, “I know you’ll make the right decision.”

The answer came sudden, and they both knew it, too.

“Say it, baby.” Colby urges, “We want to hear you say it.”

You struggle for a moment to find the right words, but you manage, “I’ll do it.” You nod, looking between them, “I’ll come home with you.”

——

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Wanna Dance with Somebody

When his girlfriend of three months ditches a night at the Hard Deck after a rough day, Bradley knows just what to do to cheer her up.

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Off work yet?

Not yet. I have so much left to do in this last hour and a half.

Okay. Let me know when you’re on the way, and I’ll have your drink waiting.

Bradley glanced at his phone again to see if there was any update, only to see his last message left on read two hours later. Excusing himself from the pool table, he stepped out onto the patio of the Hard Deck. 

You answered on the third ring. “Hey,” you said, exhaustion coloring your voice. 

“Hey babe, just wanted to check where you were.” There was silence for a long moment before you sighed.

“Would…would you mind if I skipped out tonight? It’s been a shit day, and I’m exhausted.” 

“Yeah,” he frowned. “Everything okay?”

“Just a lot. I still have about an hour of work before I can log off for the night. And some of the shit is going to be Monday’s problem.” 

“Anything I can do?”

“No. As much as I appreciate it, no.” He could hear the smile in your tired voice. “Have a drink for me, tell everyone I said hi, and text me when you get home?” 

“Will do, babe. Lo…lock up, alright?”

“Always do,” you replied, confused by his strange request. “Night.”

“Night.” 

An hour and a half later, you shut down your computer and stowed it in your work bag, shoving that into the back of your closet. After changing into a pair of sweatpants and pulling on the wearable cat blanket that fell to your knees - Bradley had gotten it in a White Elephant Christmas exchange and shoved it into his closet, quickly giving it to you when you spied it the first time he made you dinner at his house and loved it - you shuffled toward the kitchen. Lunch had been a quick affair - a bag of chips and a mug of tea - since it had been a busy day. It was a busy week, to be honest. This time of year was always a shit show: people came out of the woodwork asking for help, projects that you pushed off were due, and new work started to pile up. It wasn’t until 3:00PM that you’d finished the stuff from yesterday and switched to today’s tasks. 

You zoned out while watching the microwave heat up leftover pizza from the weekend and contemplated stress crying in the shower. A quick, cathartic cry would be a good kick-off to the weekend, but that would also require the effort of actually getting into the shower. Eating seemed like a monumental task, so showering would be even worse. 

Beeping interrupted your musing, and you quickly silenced the microwave. The pizza was only lukewarm, but you ate it anyway. An open bottle of wine caught your eye when you refilled your water bottle, and you retrieved a wine glass from the cabinet. Thankfully, it was still carbonated after you’d shoved it onto the door shelf and jammed the stopper against the upper shelf. Pouring yourself a healthy measure, you retreated to the couch, tugging the blanket hood over your head. 

With the lights off, you grabbed your phone and mindlessly scrolled social media while lying on the couch. A few videos made you chuckle, and you sent them to your friends. The sun had long set, but you had no motivation to turn on any of the lights in your home. 

“Hey.”

“Fuck!” You shouted, jolting upright and sloshing the wine balanced beside you. The overhead living room light flicked on to reveal a smirking Bradley standing in the doorway. 

“You alright?” He asked, trying to school his expression as you wiped wine from your hoodie, blinking at the sudden brightness. 

“What are you doing here?” You demanded, glaring up at him. His mustache twitched as though he was trying not to grin - he had never seen you in “full gremlin mode,” as you called these nights, in the three months you’d been dating. 

“Just coming to check on you and bring you this,” Bradley said, holding up a bottle of your favorite wine. Your eyes darted between it and his face, feeling your anger fade. 

“Babe,” you groaned, setting your wine glass on the floor and pulling the hood down to cover your face as tears pricked your eyes. “You didn’t need to do that.” The carpet muffled his footsteps as he neared. Still, you heard the soft ‘thunk’ of the bottle and the metallic clanking of the spare key given to him to check your apartment when you went out of town for a conference hitting the coffee table before he gently pushed the fabric from your eyes. 

“Bad day or long one?”

“A bit of both,” you shrugged. “This week’s been…” He nodded, thinking about what you’d shared over the last few days. Glancing at your wine glass, he grabbed the bottle by the neck and removed the foil.

“Sounds like you need something to make you feel better, baby.”

“Sex?” Throwing his head back laughing, Bradley twisted the wire cage keeping the cork in place.

“We can get to that. I was thinking about something else, though.” A loud ‘pop’ sounded as he pulled the cork from the bottle, retrieved your glass from the floor, and filled it before handing it back to you. Once the bottle was back on the table, he pulled out his phone and connected it to your Bluetooth speakers. “Ready?”

“For what?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow.

The speaker started to play a familiar tune, followed by clapping. Bradley held out a hand to you, hips beginning to sway.  “Clock strikes upon the hour,” he crooned with Whitney Houston, “and the sun begins to fade.” 

Tossing your head back into the couch arm, you groaned as he sang along to I Wanna Dance with Somebody. When you didn’t take his hand, he playfully rolled his eyes, plucked his aviators from the pocket of his Hawaiian shirt, and put them to the tip of his nose. His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he attempted to moonwalk on the carpet, hands closing around the unbuttoned sides of his shirt. 

His hips swung, fingers snapping while he danced and spun across your living room, fist raised to sing into an invisible microphone. Biting your lip against laughing, you watched him shake his ass while sliding the shirt down his arms, glancing over his shoulder at you in a pantomime of strip tease. While Bradley wasn’t the best dancer, he was certainly enthusiastic. Once free from his shirt, he tossed it at you, moving around your living room and singing loudly. “Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody!” He wiggled an eyebrow at you, which was what made you crack. 

Laughing, you reached behind your head to turn on the floor lamp before pushing to your feet and going to turn off the overhead light. In the dim lighting, you watched him hold out a hand for you. 

As soon as your finger slid over his, he tugged, lifting his arm to spin you under it and then back again. His hand on your waist was a gentle pressure, muffled by the thick fabric, and you couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of you as he held you tightly and shimmied, crouching and hiding his grimace when his knees popped. On his way back up, his belt buckle caught on the fabric of your hoodie, tugging it upward. 

Bradley towered over you, smiling as he serenaded and swayed in a rhythm too slow for the song. “I been in love and lost my senses, spinning through the town,” he crooned. You felt butterflies in your stomach at the sincerity shining in his eyes at those words. 

“Sooner or later, the fever ends, and I wind up feeling down,” you joined in. “I need a man who'll take the chance on a love that burns hot enough to last. So when the night falls, my lonely heart calls - ”

Grinning, Bradley twirled you, tugging so you fell into him when the chorus picked up. His lips grazed your forehead, mustache tickling your temple as he rasped, “Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me.” 

Heart in your throat, you forced yourself to keep smiling as you danced. He was just singing the lyrics. Three months was too early to drop the ‘L’ word. When you pulled away, he caught your hands and spun you, crossing his arms over your front as your back pressed against his chest. His hold was a loose cage you had no desire to escape.

The song played as you swayed, head tipped back to rest on Bradley’s shoulder. The oversized hoodie, combined with the heat Bradley always threw, was getting to be overwhelming, but nothing could have made you move at that moment. 

His hand lifted to gently stroke your jaw, light pressure encouraging your chin up so he could kiss you. The song faded, but you barely paid attention as he licked into your mouth. Your hand lifted to trace the scars on his cheek before cupping around the back of his neck, fingers curling hair that was getting tiptoeing the edge of being out of regulation. 

There was a brief silence as the song ended before his playlist continued. “I need love, love, ooh, to ease my mind. And I need to find time, someone to call mine. My Mama said, ‘You can’t hurry love. No, you’ll just have to wait,” Phil Collins sang. Bradley chuckled against your lips. 

“What’s so funny, Lieutenant Bradshaw?” you asked, attempting to turn in his hold, but his tight grip stopped you. 

“Nothin’,” he replied, nipping your lower lip. “How’d you feel about grabbing your wine and hitting the shower, honey?” 

“I could go for shower wine.” 

The only crying you did in the shower was when Bradley went to his knees, your leg over his shoulder as he took you apart with his fingers and tongue. His eyes were soft as he washed your hair, taking the time to massage the tension from your neck and shoulders. His lips crashed into yours as you stroked his cock, feeling his hot spend against your stomach until he backed you under the shower spray to clean you off.

Later, he tucked you into bed and curled up behind you, drawing lazy circles on your stomach. The repetitive motion, coupled with his soft breathing, was lulling you into a trance. You hovered there, in that liminal space between awake and sleep. 

Bradley’s fingers paused, and he whispered your name. You felt the soft press of his lips against your shoulder, countering the gentle scratch of his mustache when you didn’t respond. “Love you, honey,” he whispered against your skin so softly you were sure you dreamt it.

“Love,” you mumbled, feeling Bradley’s arm tighten around you as you slipped over the edge into slumber.

Three months was too early to say you loved someone. 

But it wasn’t too early to dream it. 

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Author's Note: Started thinking about this fic after a rough day at work and then it got lost in my drafts folder. Needed a bit of a pick-me-up recently, so I revisited this fic. Thanks for reading!

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[mayu-otome]

William Rex 2nd Birthday Epilogue

These translations are solely for entertainment and not profit. Accuracy is not 100% guaranteed.

(quick note that English and Japanese are not my native language and there might be some errors and mistakes in my grammar and wording in the translation)

This story is in William’s POV

From time to time, I recall the sincerity Kate had when she held my hand and made the decision to live with me.

I have no regrets about taking everything in her life with these hands.

That's why, in this moment, I’ll sing my ultimate love for you.

William: Victor, a fine red wine for you.

Victor: Vintage red wine... oh, is this to thank me for giving you a day off after your birthday?

William: It's for giving you extra work even though you're already a very busy man.

Victor: I don't mind it at all! I find it rewarding to work for you and Kate.

Victor: But I shall accept this, still. Let's have a drink with Kate later.

(As generous as ever, aren't you?)

Victor accepted the bottle of wine in high spirits, his gaze focused onto my hands.

Victor: What's that, William?

William: Oh, I just went to receive the photograph I took with Kate on my birthday.

Victor: A photograph of you and Kate? Let me see it too...

William: Certainly.

Victor: ... Ah, how nice. This is a very nice photograph.

Victor: I'm sure the future generations will remember you two as the self-righteous king and his partner.

William: I hope that Kate won't be criticized as a princess who was tempted by evil and driven mad.

Victor: Even if she were to be called that, I think that girl would laugh and be happy about it.

William: Yeah, without a doubt.

Victor: ……

Victor: ... Will. Most things are imaginable to me.

William: You're rather confident in yourself, aren't you, Vic?

Victor: I don't mean to say that I'm special.

Victor: Humans have fates.

Victor: Life gets branched out into countless different paths, but fate guides us to where we ultimately belong.

Victor: Much like how a river will eventually reach the sea.

William: Like how my fate is for my own ferocity to destroy me?

Victor: Yes, it may feel much firmer to the Cursed.

Victor: Humans are creatures that will resist their predetermined fates, seeking freedom.

Victor: But you, William, accepted and loved your fate.

Victor: Ever since I met you for the first time in the palace.

(... Ahh, this feels nostalgic.)

William: To me, letting fate lead me by the nose is no different from being unable to be the master of my own life.

William: That's why I chose to accept and love it.

Victor: I understand that's the kind of person you are. It's just, I feel a little bit of loneliness.

William: Lonely, hmm? Why so?

Victor: That's…

Victor: That's because you are beautiful, self-righteous, and — there didn't seem to be an end to your loneliness.

Victor: That's why I'm glad that there's someone who will share this fate with you.

Victor: ... It must've been so unbearable.

As I left the office after my conversation with Victor, I couldn't help but smile.

(... I've been alone for the longest time, huh.)

Those words from my longtime friend were rather difficult to ignore.

(I never meant to be alone.)

I love humans, and I love watching them living freely more than anything.

Yet, I knew that the closer I got to them, the more likely they would be dragged into my own destruction.

(That's why I chose to be self-righteous.)

(Like rainfall after a drought that will leave when the time comes)

(I never thought of it to be lonely or inconvenient.)

(Still...)

<flashback>

Kate: Sometimes… I wonder…What kind of facial expression will I be wearing when my ultimate destruction comes?

Kate: I think… I’ll surely be smiling happily.

William: … And when I’m holding your happily smiling dead body in my arms, your poison will spread and stop my breathing too.

Kate: … At that point of time, shall we go to sleep together at the finishing line?

<flashback ends>

(Meeting Kate made me conscious of it.)

(Living with Kate has made me even freer.)

Just like I became free by living with Kate,

I feel that Kate has also become free in every way by living with me.

It was only the two of us, but we were as free as we could be.

(I want to see Kate's face......Let's go see her)

I left the palace and passed through the dense forest until the faint sound of the piano could be heard.

Drawn to the melody, I headed toward the grand hall.

There sat the person I expected to see, her fingers dancing across the black and white keys of the piano.

William: Kate

Kate: ……Will!

Kate: Hehe, I knew you would come.

William: You knew?

Kate: I couldn't find you anywhere, so I thought that you'd notice if I played the piano.

William: How does it feel to have lured the self-righting king into the palms of your hands?

Kate: You make me sound like a supervillain…

William: Ahahaha!

Kate: Oh, Will, you went to pick up the photograph right?

William: Yeah, you too?

Kate: Yes, but you beat me to it.

Kate turned her eyes onto the photograph in my hand

Her gaze contained both anticipation and excitement, she looked as though unable to wait any longer to see it.

I sat next to her on the stool and handed Kate the photograph; and she got so absorbed in staring at it, as though she had lost track of time.

There we were, smiling while cuddled together.

William: What do you think?

Kate: .... We look very happy.

William: Yeah, you're right.

Kate: ... But my heart was even happier.

Kate looked up from the photo and turned her gaze to me.

Kate's eyes contained a beautiful light, burning with life.

(What’s in your heart can never be seen by others)

Therefore, no one will know what the two people in this photograph were really thinking.

(But only I know what’s inside Kate’s heart)

(And only Kate knows what’s inside my heart)

(That's fine, because that's the truth.)

William: Speaking of which, what was the song you were playing earlier?

Kate: It's K.265 by Mozart in C Major.

William: It's become your signature song, hasn't it?

Kate: I practiced a lot because I wanted you to hear it.

William: Did u know, Kate? This piano variation has a theme and 12 variations.

William: It was originally a song about the sweet pain of falling in love after making a wrong step.

Kate: ….. I see

Kate's fingertips caress the keyboard tenderly.

Kate: Hey, Will. If only there were no such thing as suffering.

Kate: But, to me, this is a happy song about loving someone so much that it hurts.

Kate: It's strange how the pain you go through in order to love someone sometimes enriches your life.

Kate smiled as she said that, looking as beautiful as a flower blooming in spring

By my side, she becomes more free and beautiful day by day

I found that incredibly endearing.

William: I'd like to hear the rest. You stopped playing in the middle of the second variation.

Kate: Yes, of course Will.

Kate: Okay, let’s continue.

Kate's fingers danced over the keys, a beautiful melody echoed through the air.

I wanted to make this sound, this sight, and this sparkle of life named Kate mine.

An impulse that contradicts freedom wells up, and I smiled inside.

(Kate)

(I love this moment when I'm living with you)

I placed kisses on Kate's hair, neck, and cheek.

Kate: .. W-Will

William: Go on

Kate: But…..

William: I want you and the music you're playing. I can't help it, you know?

Kate: ... Jeez…

The music started to lose a little tempo as it approached the ending.

The moment Kate's fingers stopped playing, I would steal her lips.

The kiss awaiting her at the end was sure to be the best and the most sinful.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Chance 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Jonathan Pine

Summary: You move into your parents’ house as you try to rebuild your life, catching the attention of someone you never expected.

Part of the Brother’s Best Friend Universe

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You could say it’s Jonathan who convinced you to walk into that bar but it didn’t really take much. Anything to delay your return home is welcome. You’re grateful to your parents for taking you in, yet you can’t help but feel a little dejected all the same. You didn’t exactly return home to fanfare. 

Jonathan holds the door and you give him a look. He acts as if he doesn’t notice but you catch the glint of his blue eyes. 

“Why don’t you grab a seat and I’ll get the drinks?” He offers, “if I recall, you were a fan of Grey Goose–” 

“Oh god no, I can’t handle the headache,” you snort. 

“Ah, I see you’ve converted, pint?” He insists, 

“A glass of wine will do,” you insist, “riesling or sauvignon.” 

“Sophisticated,” he muses. 

“Relax, I usually get it in a box.” 

He smirks and turns towards the bar. You look around and claim a table against the wall, just beneath a vintage show poster for some long forgotten band. You sit and place your purse against the wooden paneling. 

You circle your thumb around your fingertip as you stare at the table. The finish is worn and a few slivers are missing along the edge. What are you doing here? Not just at this table in this bar, but in this town. You always said you would never come back. Now look at you. 

Embarrassment tendrils up your neck. You remember how loudly you proclaimed that very sentiment, every day since you turned sixteen. To the very man you came in here with. 

Jonathan finds you before you can descend too quickly into self-pity. He sits and puts a stemmed glass in front of you, a tall dark pint for himself. You reach for your purse. 

“How much do I owe you? There’s an ATM–” 

“My treat, as a congratulations.” 

You scrunch your lips then quickly slacken them, recalling how it deepens the lines around them, “what are you up to?” 

“I can’t be happy for you.” 

“Please, it’s been a long time but things haven’t changed that much.” 

“I have,” he insists, his voice deepening to a note that catches you offguard. You hide the slow realisation as it dawns; he is far from the stringy teen or the obnoxious coed… he’s a man and yet you don’t feel much different than that lost sixteen year old with the chip on her shoulder. 

“Did I never apologise for that molasses incident?” 

“Incident? Don’t try to act innocent,” you laugh. The first time you’ve truly done so in months. Looking back, those years weren’t as bad as they felt as you lived them. “I still can’t stand the smell.” 

He smirks and guiltily looks down at the table, “I was a little bastard.” 

“So you say but I still don’t hear an apology,” you chide, “it is what it is. It was years ago.” 

“Well, if it counts for anything, I do regret it,” he meets your eye. 

“If that’s your biggest regret then I think you’re doing just fine.” 

“Definitely not the biggest,” he lifts his glass and holds it out, “cheers to you.” 

You hesitate but clink the wine glass against the tall pint. You drink nearly half the glass before you remember to stop. You haven’t drank since the night it all imploded. You mad a point of it. Plus, your mother locked her wine away. 

You put the glass down and turn it slowly by its base, “sorry, I’m not much fun. I’m sure Jaydon will be up for some drinks later. You could even break out the beer pong.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Your mouth pinches again. 

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” He asks. 

“Molasses…” you mutter. 

He laughs and shakes his head, “I will forever atone for that one,” he sits back, his hand against the side of his glass, “you don’t realise, you were always the cool older sister.” 

“Please,” you roll your eyes. 

“You were. Jaydon is Jaydon. He can’t see beyond his own nose but… well, I’m an only child, I didn’t have anyone to scare away my bullies.” 

“Yeah, well, as much as I could smack Jaydon myself, that idiot was a bit obsessed, wasn’t he?” 

He tilts his head, “he has no idea how lucky he is. None of them do.” 

“Alright, Jonathan, I can’t take any more. I didn't come for a pity party.” 

“That’s not what this is.” 

“You know.” 

“I know?” He wonders. 

“I’m not stupid. I’m pathetic, sure. I hear my mother telling all her friends on the phone. I’m sure you’ve heard everything. It’s shitty. I lost my boyfriend and my job and my overpriced apartment and now I’m back here. And you and Jaydon have lives to go back to,” you gulp and raise your glass, swallow down the wine with your bubbling emotions, “I don’t need any more reminders.” 

He watches you put down the empty glass. He stares at it before he looks you in the face, “I’ve heard what they have to say but it doesn’t mean I believe them. It’s hearsay.” 

“It’s what happened. I am not the cool older sister, I’m the fuck up.” 

He leans forward and slowly reaches for your wine glass, “and what have you heard about me, hm? How do you know I haven’t fucked up?” 

You look at him and gesture emphatically, “come on.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he stands, “and pay you back with another glass.” 

Before you can argue, he’s on his way to the bar. The tinge of wine sticks to your tongue as you watch his confident march. As you examine the way the fabric of his button down strains between his shoulders blades, you blanch. You turn straight and once more lower your eyes to the table. 

No. No. It’s Jonathan. It’s your brother’s friend. It’s that skinny, reedy kid who drove you insane. You’re just lost. You’re not thinking straight. You're fresh off heartbreak, you’re not even through it. You don’t want him, you just don’t want to be alone. 

He returns and you clear your throat, fixing your posture as you smile at him. He sets a full glass in front of you. Once more, your hand is on your purse, “alright, you have to let me get this one.” 

“You can buy my next pint,” he gives a slanted grin, “I must warn you, I’m rather easy once I see the bottom of the glass.” 

You laugh, “be careful.” 

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about me, darling,” the last word flutters through you, “I’ve grown, I can handle myself.” He takes his glass again and hovers it before his lips as his winks, “and you.” 

[swiftieblyth]

Director’s Daughter

warnings- fluff, kinda protective dad, toxic coworkers, online hate, panic attack

a/n- sorry it took so long! My writers block had been really bad lately:( hope you guys like it!

Tom was on set looking around when his eyes fell upon you. You, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. You looked so beautiful and majestic just looking around. He had never seen you before and wondered what you were doing on set. He thought you could be lost so he walked up to you.

“Hi,” he smiled, sticking out his hand to shake yours. “I’m Tom.”

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled, shaking his hand.

“I haven’t seen you here before, is there anything I can help you with?”

“No, I’m just looking around. But thank you. What do you do?”

“Oh, I’m an actor. I’m actually the lead.”

“Oh, that’s you! My dad speaks very highly of you!”

“Oh, he does?” Tom asked. “Who’s your dad?”

You went to answer but before you could you heard your dad.

“Y/N!” The director smiled, walking up to you and giving you a hug. “How are you? Did you get here alright?”

“Yes, Dad.” You smiled, pulling away from the hug. “I miss you! How are you doing?”

“I’m doing very well, honey. How’s work, going?”

You cringed at his comment, not wanting to tell your dad that you got fired and pretty soon you will be out of money.

Tom seemed to notice your reaction and quickly improvised to quickly change the subject, making a note to possibly ask you later. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were Y/N, as in his daughter, Y/N.”

You smiled at him, grateful for the changing of subjects.

“Tom, I see you’ve met my pride and joy!” Your dad smiled. “Say, why don’t we all go out to lunch?”

💜💜💜

“So, Y/N,” your dad started. “What have you been up to?”

“Oh, not much.” You let out. “But it seems like you’ve been busy.”

“Yes, well we’re about to rap up! He smiled. You loved watching your dad talk about what he loves doing.

“That’s amazing, Dad!” You smiled, taking a sip of your wine.

Your dad was about to say something when his phone went off. He looked at it and saw who it was. “Oh, sorry, I have to take this.”

“Of course.” You smiled. Your dad smiled, kissed your head then walked off answering the phone.

“Can I ask you something?” Tom asked.

“Depends on what it is. I might have had to much to drink.”

“You haven’t even finished your first glass.”

“I very rarely drink so it might just be enough to make me talk.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. But may I proceed?”

“Be my guest.”

“Why did you act weird when your dad asked you about work?”

“Oh gosh,” you nervously chuckled looking down, running your hand up your face. “Um, truth is I got fired.”

“What? Your dad told me you had this amazing job in New York, and you were the best person there.”

“Yeah, I was.” You let out. “But then some people started spilling lies about me and I got fired.”

“Thats terrible. But why don’t you want your dad to know?”

“Because then he’ll try to get involved and that’s the last thing everyone needs.”

“How so?”

“Because it will make things worse at my job, and then the press will get a hold of it and destroy him and end his career, so then both of us will ultimately be out of a job if he got involved,” you explained, glancing over at your dad.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. All my clothes are in trash bags in my hotel and I’m leasing my apartment out to people hoping to get enough money. I’m here until filming ends but after that I don’t know.”

“What if I helped you out?” Tom asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, I won’t like make it a big deal or anything, but I live in Brooklyn so when you go back to New York, you can actually just come stay at my apartment. I have an extra bedroom that you can us!”

“Are you sure? We don’t really even know each other. We just met today.”

“True, but I’m sure by the time we’re done filming in two weeks we’ll know each other better.”

💜💜💜

He was right. The two weeks had come to an end and you and Tom were practically best friends! You didn’t want to admit it because you would be living with him but you secretly had a massive crush on him.

“What you thinking about gorgeous?” You heard Tom ask knocking you out of your thoughts.

Gosh, why did he have to call you that? Gorgeous! It just makes you want him more.

“Just life,” you replied, trying to keep your voice even.

“What about it?” His piercing blue eyes were looking at you so intently you felt like you could drown in them.

“Just my whole situation.”

“He,” he let out, cupping your cheek. You were trying so hard not blush at the contact. “You don’t have to worry about it anymore. You’re going to come stay with me until you get in a better spot.”

“But what if it takes too long?”

“It won’t. It doesn’t matter how long it takes you are always going to be welcome at my apartment for as long as you need, even if that’s forever.”

“Thank you.”

💜💜💜

A few weeks later (you chose how many)

You were sitting on the couch when you heard the door unlock. You looked up, smile on your face as Tom walked in.

You saw the upset and concerned look on his face as he walked in, talking to someone on the phone, making your smile fade.

“Yeah… Im home now, I’ll talk to her. Thanks, Rach.” Tom hung up and let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, fear all over your face.

“Have you been on Instagram at all today?” Tom asked, sitting down next to you.

“No, why?”

“You’re going to half to talk to your dad about all this.”

“What do you mean? What happened?” You asked, as Tom handed you his phone.

“Look.” He let out as he showed you all the hate posts about you.

Y/N L/N daughter of y/d/n seen walking home with actor Tom Blyth

She just got fired from her job and now she’s with Tom Blyth?

She’s such a slut!

Tom can do better

She got fired from her job for lying about herself

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed, tears streaming down your face as you struggled to breathe.

Tom took back his phone and saw that a mental breakdown was starting, and quickly pulled you to his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. We’re gonna fix this.” Tom’s phone started to ring and he saw it was your dad calling him. “Shoot,” he breathed answering the phone. “Hello?”

“What in the world is going one?!” Your dad yelled.

“Mr. L/N, I’m so sorry, we should have told you-“

“How long has this been going on?”

“Sir, now’s really not a good time.” He explained glancing at you. “I promise we’ll explain everything but now’s not a good time.” He looked and saw you weren’t breathing as you shook. He put his free hand on your face and rubbed his thumb against your cheek. “Hey, darling, breathe, breathe. You gotta breathe, love.”

You looked at him as best you could, tears blurring your vision. You saw that he was taking deep breathes and you copied his actions. “That’s it,” he smiled. “Good! You’re doing great, love, that’s it. Just keep going. I’m sorry, Mr. L/N, but I’m going to have to call you back later.” Tom hung up the phone and you looked at him.

“T-Tom?”

“What is it?” He asked, heart breaking at the sound of your voice like this. “What can I do to help?”

“Hold me?”

“Of course,” he cooed, pulling you to his chest. “I’m right here. We’ll figure this out, together.”

“I can move out.” You struggled.

“What?” He asked pulling away. “No! Especially not right now, you couldn’t do that to yourself.”

“But I don’t want to make things bad for you.”

“Hey,” he breathed, tucking some hair behind your ear. “I don’t care. I’m going to be with you every step of this, okay? We’re going to fix this.”

“I love you,” you breathed, hugging him again, not even thinking about it.

“I love you to darling,” he smiled, kissing your head as he held you tight.

[crimsonizedangel]

An Escape at Starfall

Pairings: Cassian x oc

Rating: nsfw

Warnings: oral, piv, slight voyeurism/ exhibition

(Not my art (I kept the watermark in it so credits to the artwork go to foxy art) Is my fanfic based on Acotar by SJMaas. If you want me to do a part two or if you have any requests please feel free to message me. I will rearrange my master list tomorrow sometime)

I stood looking at myself in the mirror. Morrigan was going to be stopping by soon to take me with her up to the House of Wind for Starfall. She lent me an emerald green dress that had a slit on each leg. I didn’t mind them as they accentuated my long legs. I paired it with some silver heels and jewelry. I managed to fix my golden curls into a partial updo that went with the dress and was finishing sticking some pearl pins into some of the curls when Mor arrived.

“Elodie that dress fits you better than it did me.” She greeted me as she came over and helped me with the finishing touches on my hair. “I can think of a certain Illyrian warrior that will probably think the same thing.”

My eyes met hers in the mirror with a scowl on my face. “I never should have told you that I had a crush on Cassian.”

Mor just shrugged “it’s not your fault you let it slip after a night out at Rita’s with me.”

I remembered that night well. Mor had convinced me after we spent the day training with Nesta and Feyre that we all needed to go out. The other two women met us there and we spent well into the night drinking and dancing at the bar. Well sometime when I was walking back with Mor I let slip in my drunken state that I had a thing for the Illyrian and she hasn’t let me forget it.

“Come on let’s go.” I told her. I easily could have winnowed up there myself but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t the first to arrive. Mor ended up winnowing us up and I braced myself for the fall onto the veranda with her only to see a glimmer of blue and red as Cassian and Azriel stepped onto the veranda just in time and I thanked the cauldron when I felt the strong male hands catch me instead of risking landing on the heels that I wore.

“We got a heads up from some of Az’s friends that you two were on your way.” Cass informed us and I just sent a look to Az.

“Thank you for the catch I’m not sure how well my landing would have been.” I told Cassian with a smile “Az do you have spies at my apartment?” I asked the shadow singer.

Az just smiled and shrugged as he walked away opening the doors to the dining room for us.

“Don’t worry Az has shadows everywhere but he usually doesn’t share with others what they tell him unless it’s important.” Cass informed me.

“In this case I’m happy he decides to share the information.” I smiled coolly at him “what else has he shared with you?” I asked him after seeing we were now the only ones out there.

Cass gave me a wicked grin before leaning into my ear and purring “I’ll tell you later. Right now let’s go inside and get some drinks. But Mor was right I do love that dress on you.”

“You.” I started saying but my thought was interrupted by a low chuckle from Cass as he led me inside and out of the way as Rhys flew in holding onto Feyre and Elain.

Azriel, Mor, and Nesta were inside already with drinks of their own as we entered and I walked over to the bar cart and poured myself a glass of wine.

“None for me?” Cassian jested. I only elbowed him lightly as I walked over to where Mor was talking with Az and Amren.

I greeted them before taking a sip of my wine. I didn’t really pay attention to what they were talking about my mind was on what Cass said earlier about agreeing with Mor and loving my dress. Information that must’ve been shared to him by Az and his shadows and made me think about what else he might have been informed of that involved me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Rhys made an announcement that we should all go outside if we wanted to see the stars soon. I was about to walk out onto the veranda when I felt a strong hand wrap around my arm stopping me. I turned to see Cassian who didn’t say anything but made a motion with his head to follow him up to the sparring ring on the roof and then noticed him grab a couple bottles of wine as we passed the bar cart on our way to the stairs.

“So are you going to tell me why you brought me up here?” I asked once we were almost up to the roof.

“This is why.” Cassian replied as we stepped out and I saw the most beautiful view of the shooting stars. It wasn’t my first starfall by any means but this was the best view of it that I had scene in all my years as a fae.

“Wow.” Was the only thing I was able to get out as I had the biggest grin on my face as I watched the stars. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah it is.” Cass muttered out. I turned to look at him still smiling only to see him staring at me instead of the night sky.

My smile faulted as I realized he wasn’t talking about the stars but me. “Cass thank you for bringing me up here.” I grabbed one of the bottles of wine from him and poured some in both of our glasses. “So are you going to tell me what else Azriel has told you?”

Cassian smirked at me as he took a sip of his wine. “Elodie don’t be mad at Azriel or Mor.” He started saying and I raised an eyebrow about to ask him why when he took a deep breath and continued talking “I like you. I’ve had feelings for you for awhile now and when you confessed to Mor she told me along with Azriel since his shadows told him.” I could only stare at him in shock as my brain worked to understand what he just confessed to me.

I saw him about to say something and I smiled again at him “you like me.” It wasn’t really a question so much as a statement of understanding. I saw Cass shake his head and mutter how stupid he was for telling me. He wasn’t paying attention to me anymore and so I grabbed his black dress shirt, that I was pretty sure he borrowed from Rhys, and pulled him closer to me as my lips met his. It only took him a moment before realizing that I was kissing him before he started kissing me back. I broke the kiss when I felt something hit my face and when I saw the glow on Cassians face I let out a laugh. “We got hit by a star.” I told him when I saw his confused look and then he started laughing himself as another one hit us. I finished the wine that was in my glass before setting in down and turning back to Cassian. He had finished his own glass and had set his glass down by my own along with the bottles.

“I wasn’t joking when I said you look beautiful and now with the glow of the stars you look even better. “ he purred into my ear as he pulled me into him. “Also this dress hugs your ass nicely.”

“Hmm is that so?” I asked him. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I muttered against his lips before kissing him again. My hands sliding into his hair thankful for the heels I was wearing to help with the height difference that we typically had between us. I felt one of his hands grab my ass as the other went to the back of my neck.

He squeezed my ass causing me to open my mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue in and for me to taste the alcohol on him.

“Cass.” I breathed out as he kissed down my neck leaving little marks as he went. “Cass” I breathed out again this time as a half moan. “Do you want to do this up here or in your room?” I finally got out.

“Elodie that’s up to you. Up here no one is going to come bother us but if we go down we might run into someone along the way.” He told me before going back to kissing my neck and shoulder. I thought about it as best I could as I was getting lost in his touch.

“Yeah let’s stay up here.” I agreed and I felt him smile against my skin. My hands started undoing the buttons on his shirt and I ran my fingers over his chiseled chest. His hand found one of the slits of my dress and rubbed my thigh before moving higher and cupping my ass where he discovered the scandalous secret I was hiding.

“No underwear huh?” He chuckled and had a wicked grin on his face. “You’re lucky that when you landed there wasn’t a gust of wind otherwise both Az and I might’ve gotten a little peak.”

“You’re wicked you know that.” I laughed “besides I don’t think either of you would have minded.” That comment earned me a growl from him as he was back on me and this time tearing the straps of my dress resulting in the entire thing pooling at my feet around my strappy heels and revealing that I indeed wore nothing underneath. He took off the rest of his shirt and when my eyes met his all I could see was lust in his eyes.

“Elodie by the cauldron you’re gorgeous.” He muttered as he cupped my face with his hands and started kissing me again. He let his hands wander down my body pinching my nipples, cupping my ass, and eventually his mouth followed down as he nipped and sucked my breasts causing me to let out a breathy moan.

It wasn’t long until he moved further down and he was moving one of my thighs over his shoulder. I felt him kissing up my thigh, blow air onto my clit, and kiss down the other thigh.

“Cass you’re such a tease.” I gasped out.

“What do you want baby?” He asked me with a devilish grin.

“Cassian just fucking touch me, taste me, fuck me, just do something.” I sounded ridiculous with how I was begging him. That was all he needed to hear though as he dove in. He was licking me, sucking my clit, and plunging his tongue in like his life depended on it. I wasn’t sure how I was still standing and was certain that Cassian was doing most of the work keeping me upright with one hand on my lower back and the other on the back of my thigh. My hands were tangled in his hair to help keep my balance and to keep him where I wanted him. I was trying my best to keep my moans quiet as I remembered where we were and that not far below us were all of our friends. It had been so long since I had even been with anyone else and Cassian definitely knew what he was doing with his tongue that it wasn’t long before I came undone and my juices were flowing over his face.

Once I had caught my breath I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He held me steady as he lowered my leg and I wobbled on my shaky legs. He grinned at me as he stood up.

“So Elodie how do you want it?” He whispered in my ear. My legs just about gave out as I thought about the endless possibilities and his arms wrapped tighter around me as his eyes glistened with amusement. I was certain he knew what I was thinking.

“I don’t care. Against the wall, by the railing, on the floor. I don’t care where we do it.” I answered honestly “wherever we do it though just know you might have to keep me upright cause I can guarantee you that my legs will be shaking and give out.”

I saw the lust return to his eyes as he lowered me to the floor and I watched as he removed his pants. His erection sprang free hitting his abdomen and I sucked in air at the size. All I could think about was wing size did matter.

Cassian kneeled in front of me and I watched as he gently rubbed his tip against my slit before leaning over me and capturing my lips in a kiss as a gently and slowly inserted himself a little at a time until he was all the way in. We were moaning into each other’s mouths as we both adjusted and he started moving himself in and out of me. My eyes rolled back and I closed them. Both of us fought internal battles to keep the noise down so as to not disturb the party downstairs. He broke the kiss and grabbed ahold of my thighs, placing my feet on his shoulders as he started pounding into me. My nails raked down his arms and a few times bumped against his wings making him shudder.

The sensation of being with Cassian, being on the roof where anyone could hear or see us, and the falling stars around us was all wonderful and I felt myself start to clench around him right before I had to pull his face down to mine to muffle to scream I let out as I came around his cock. I must have squeezed him as I came because he filled me shortly after with his own moans into my mouth as he did so. He dropped his head to my shoulder as we both came down from our highs and caught our breath.

We stayed like that for a moment before he pulled out and rolled off of me.

“That was…” I started saying but couldn’t get the words out.

“Yeah.” Cassian agreed with me. The only movement we made was to sit against the wall to watch the rest of starfall together. Cassian had put his pants back on and gave me his shirt after we saw the damage that was done to the dress. Neither of us bothered with the glasses and instead just passed the bottles back and forth until they were both empty.

“Come on you can stay with me here if you want.” Cassian offered and helped me up before picking up my dress. I just nodded an agreement too tired to even want to try to get back to my apartment. Even though his shirt covered everything on me he still walked in front of me to block the view of anyone we might pass on our way down to his room.

I forgot how much I hated the steps in the house of wind until I was walking down them drunk and in heels. I was so happy when we finally got to the level of Cassians room where we saw Azriel smirking at us as he entered his own room. Cassian held the door open to his room for me and the first thing I did was take my heels off before heading to the bathroom to take off my makeup and undo my hair before crawling into the giant bed with Cass.

“Goodnight Cass.” I muttered. I felt him move closer to me and an arm and wing drape over me.

“Goodnight Elodie. You look even hotter wearing my shirt.” He breathed into my hair and I smiled to myself and snuggled into him before drifting off to sleep.

[apomaro-mellow]

Whatever Stevie Wants 7

Part 6

The week leading up to Corroded Coffin being back on the road was filled with family time. Steve wouldn’t be without his mates the entire time, there were a couple of dates on the schedule where it was decided he’d take a plane out to meet them. They’d be in California, recording the stuff they’d been working on in their downtime and then promoting said album on the usual circuit. That included a few performances on some talk shows.

Steve already had his calendar updated and was counting the days even though they hadn’t left yet. But then the day came and Steve couldn’t scent them enough. He had his arms wrapped around Gareth, rubbing their cheeks together.

Eddie was sitting on the floor, both of Violet’s hands in each of his, watching as she wobbled on her legs, clearly trying to figure them out. She hadn’t taken her first official step yet, but Steve felt that it was incoming.

Eddie looked her straight in the eye. “Vi, I love you but if you take your first step while I’m gone, you will be disowned.”

Steve giggled against Gareth’s neck. “I don’t think you’ll have much control over that.”

“I can try!”, Eddie exclaimed. “Daughter of mine, don’t have any milestones. Stay exactly the way you are until I get back, okay?”

Jeff rolled his eyes as he bounced Vanessa in his arms. She was fighting a nap. They all finished saying their goodbyes, the band getting in a ride share and heading to the airport. Steve waved until they were out of sight. 

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“And they’ll be gone for a while”, Steve said before taking a sip of his drink. He was nursing a mocktail while his mother sipped on some wine.

“You’re going to take care of the girls on your own? Our offer to hire a nanny still stands”, Margaret reminded him.

“Thanks, but we don’t need a nanny. There’s still Eddie’s uncle and Jeff’s mom. We’ve still got the twins outnumbered”, he joked.

He had met her for an aperitif. It was the sort of thing he would have been expected to do before striking out on his own and living the struggle life. And now he could that again since he had four sugar daddies.

“Still, for the sires to be absent for so long-”

“Please. Please don’t act all high and mighty now. There were whole weeks when I didn’t see dad. Or you.”

“But you weren’t alone. You had a professional. She was probably better at child rearing than even I.”

Steve didn’t even engage. He knew she couldn’t name any of the nannies who had ever watched him. But she let that part of the conversation go, turning it instead to whatever networking his father was doing. Steve didn’t care. But he knew it was important to his parents and he was trying to keep that olive branch extended.

So when she invited him and the twins to visit, he accepted. His parents were currently staying at a villa belonging to a friend. The twins were old enough to handle some light travel. And it would give Beatrice and Wayne a week off from raising their grands.

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“How long will you be staying?”, Eddie asked, his voice coming from the speaker of Steve’s phone.

“About three days”, Steve said. “Give or take. It’s not like I have anywhere to be.” He was in the middle of packing his own suitcase. The girls’ things were already packed away in a separate suitcase.

“Um, did you forget that you’re supposed to be cheering on your favorite band when they blow the roof off the Shaney Harris Show?”

“Oh? Is Daft Punk performing?”

“Ha ha.”

“That’s not until the week after. I’ll be there. I promise”, Steve said, closing his case. And he still intended to call or text often and he had been doing since Eddie and the others left. Losing the physical part of their relationship tugged at his heart, but the trade off was seeing pictures of them in their element. 

Beatrice helped Steve buckle the girls into their carseats and Wayne packed up the trunk. He said his ‘see you laters’ and then he was off. Violet was the most talkative, babbling to herself while watching the scenery go by. Vanessa slept for most of the ride but once she woke up, she started vocalizing too. Sometimes it seemed like an exchange but mostly they were competing against each other.

The trip took a couple of hours and even though it wasn’t that arduous, he was glad when he arrived just to get the girls out of their seats for longer than a diaper change. The villa wasn’t as big as the Harrington estate that he’d grown up in. But it had similar qualities. It was lavish and extravagant but had no personality.

When he drove up, it wasn’t his parents that came out first but a middle aged woman in soft clothing. He was confused as he got out of the car until he saw his mother appear.

“That’s Eleanor, you can give the children to her. And Javier will take your bags.”

Steve was about to question who when a man suddenly appeared by the trunk. He let out a sigh as he hit the button to open it but kept the back doors closed.

“Mother, I thought this was a visit.”

“It is.”

“For me and the girls. I don’t need to leave them with Eleanor. No offense, I’m sure you’re a lovely woman.”

“Nonsense. She lives for it and it’ll give you and I time to catch up. I can show you around”, Margaret said.

Steve crossed his arms. “I’m not leaving my pups with a stranger.”

Margaret scoffed and rolled his eyes. “At least let her help you bring them inside.”

He could concede to that and he entered the villa, holding onto one carrier while Eleanor carried the other. The next few days went about as Steve expected. He couldn’t come down to meals in just anything. No, he tried that with just a shirt and jeans and his mother started to set out clothing for meal times. Button ups and slacks.

His mother also had several little outfits for Violet and Vanessa. They were cute, if cumbersome. Big, fluffy dresses as if they were dolls. Steve put them on once to humor her and take the pictures, which he sent to his pack. But they weren’t the best sort of fashion for infants who were learning to crawl and determined to learn to walk.

Steve was starkly reminded of the life he’d left behind when during the second night, he put his pups in the sink to give them a bath.

“Steven Philip Harrington!”, his mother gasped. “What are you doing!?”

“Trying to wash two very slippery otters”, he said, momentarily forgetting who he was talking to.

“In the sink!? Have some dignity. That’s what Eleanor is for.” Her hand was against her heart like the shock was that much for her and Steve suddenly had the image in his head of her literally clutching a pearl necklace around her neck.

“I’m capable of bathing my own children”, Steve said while Vanessa splashed around. He was rinsing Violet off and in his focus, he didn’t see the look his mother gave.

The rest of the visit was similar to that. Despite saying they wanted to get to know the girls, his parents kept trying to pawn them off to Eleanor. They said they wanted to learn more about him and his new life and pack but every conversation was like they were trying to squish him back into the box he’d been in before leaving home.

Steve sighed as he laid in bed, bringing a handkerchief that Eddie had scented to his nose to ground him. He was fine. He had a pack that loved him, pups too, and friends. Robin had literally compared the girls’ dress pictures to American Girl dolls. Even he had to admit they were adorable.

But tonight was his last night here. By this time tomorrow, he’d be back in his own nest. 

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The morning sun filtered through the window and Steve woke up with the birds singing. He yawned deeply and rolled over. Two seconds later, he realized how odd it was that he woke up to sunshine and bird song and not two pups crying. His mother insisted that there was a perfectly good nursery in the villa with fine cribs and Steve had relented.

He preferred having his pups close in a new environment, but he at least had a baby monitor to let him know when they needed him. But he didn’t hear anything. Steve rubbed his eyes and sat up. It wasn’t impossible for them to still be sleeping peacefully, but he’d feel better once he had eyes on him.

But as he got out of bed, he felt a wrongness. He rubbed his eyes again and his vision cleared and he wasn’t in the guest room at the villa. His breath got short as he was met instead with his childhood bedroom.

“No, this can’t be happening.” He opened the curtains and saw the same view he had for the first eighteen years of his life. His breathing got short. “My pups…my babies.”

He nearly tore the door open and rushed out, opening every door, trying to find them. “Vanessa! Violet!” He knew they couldn’t call back but he was also in panic mode.

“Steven, cease this racket”, his father said, already dressed in a suit for breakfast. “Now come on, your mother is waiting.”

“Why am I back here? Where are my pups!?”

“Don’t raise your voice indoors!”, his father roared, finger in Steve’s face.

Years ago it would have gotten him to submit. But not when his daughters were nowhere to be seen. He would tear this house apart if he had to.

“I’ll scream and shout until someone calls the cops! How did you get me here? Why did you bring me here and where. Are. My. Children?!”

“Honestly, can’t we have a quiet morning?”, Margaret complained, coming into the hallway. “You’ll see your children in time Steve. Now get dressed for breakfast and we’ll talk.”

“I’m not-!”

“You heard your mother.” Layton put an arm around her shoulders and they walked down the hall towards the stairs and Steve wanted to scream, to rip his hair out, to take an axe and destroy everything. But he couldn’t do any of that until he knew where his babies were. He went back to his bedroom and checked for any of his belongings. The clothes he’d brought weren’t here, nor was his cellphone. And the corded phone he used to have in his room was gone too. 

He fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands, allowing a few sobs before noticing the outfit hanging on the door of his closet. A pale blue button up, khaki pants. He took a deep breath and stood up. This was insane, even for his parents. But he would endure it for the sake of his real family.

Part 8

[chatterbox-73]

Simptember 2024.

Day 17 - Not that noble.

Erwin Smith x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: this is an edited report of a one-shot from my old account.

Summary: you meet Erwin when your both still cadets and over the years you both become good friends, however your feeling for him run deeper then just friendship and in an attempt to get away from your feeling your move to a Scout regiment base as far away from he as possible.

Word count: 3.1k

CW: NSFW and adult content, hurt Comfort, p*rn with plot, Erwin and Nile being assholes, drinking, swearing, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, pinning, bruises, marking, and implied oral.

You and Erwin have know each since your time in the cadet corps, and had developed a very special friendship in that time, a friendship you both try to uphold even now, however that’s not to say that you don’t have your ups and downs.

When you and Erwin first met, it was after the first night of training, you were lying on the grass looking up at the sky, panting after you had just finish running, due to a punishment the instructor set for you, because you laughed in his face and call him a raisin. “Hey, that was pretty stupid calling him a raisin, even if his said you’d be a light snack for the Titans” said a guy with black hair, you looked between him and his friend with blonde hair and thick eyebrows, “stupid, probably, but incredibly satisfying” you huffed and the blonde guy huffed out a laugh, “mind if we sit with you” he asked and you nodded, the two guys sit down on each side of you before lying back, “so you wanna be a scout as well, fighting for humanity” the blonde smiled and you laughed out, “nah I’m not that noble… I just wanna see outside the walls” you sat up and looked at the two men, “I’m y/n l/n, and you?” You asked with a smile and the men sat up. “Nile Dok” the black haired man said and took your hand before shaking, “and I’m Erwin Smith, it’s nice to meet you” the blonde took your hand after Nile and shook it, this small encounter is what cemented your friendship with the two man.

Fast track two years later, was the year your friendship had to endure it’s biggest test and fight your little trio had ever faced. One night you had the idea to sneak out and get into some mischief, Erwin and Nile were surprisingly on board and thus the plan to sneak out and go pub crawling was born. For the plan to work the three of you ditched your cadet uniforms and dresses casually, Erwin and Nile wore plain tan coloured pants and dark coloured shirts, you wore a cream coloured dress and a black corset with matching black boots, you also softly smudged red lipstick over your lips, you’d manage to borrow some from one of the other girls in your bunker. “Hey ready to go?” You whispered as you walked up behind them, “we’ve been ready, what took you so lo-“ Nile spoke as he spun around only to cut his off, “yeah yeah, I know… it’s just this corset was a nightmare to do up, it’s been too long since I last wore one” you huffed and began walking, “well you look lovely” you heard Erwin speak and you blushed slightly, “thank you” you hummed and continued walking. You, Erwin and Nile were now onto the third tavern, the first two taverns was filled with sleazy old man that kept trying to lift your dress, though on the bright side you hadn’t payed for a single drink thus far. The three of you entered the third tavern of the night and it was vastly different, it was quieter and filled with a lot of middle aged soldiers, you all took your seats at a table and watched as a young woman this brown curly hair and big green eyes approached the table, “what can I get for you three?” She asked with a smile, “I’ll have a glass of wine, thanks” you smiled, “and I’ll have a pint of beer, thanks, ms…?” Erwin hummed with a flirtatious smile and the woman giggled, you felt a ping of annoyance sit in your chest watching the small exchange. “Just call me Marie” the woman tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “I’ll have the same, thanks” Nile huffed and you felt a sense of relief that’s Nile also felt that same annoyance as you… or so you thought, however as Marie walked off both Nile and Erwin turned their heads to watch her leave. When Marie brought your drinks over she stayed to talk, she was actually really funny and great at holding a conversation, under any other circumstance you’d want to be her friend, however right now all you could do was silently judge and pick her apart. As time went on it seemed that Nile and Erwin where getting drunker and drunker and you were only getting more sober, “So your father is a solider? You know we’re actually from the cadet corps, and we’re about to graduate” Erwin bragged and you glared at him, “you weren’t supposed to say anything, shithead” you growled and Erwin chuckled, “it’s fine y/n” Nile laughed as he poked your cheek, “that’s easier for you to say Mr. Perfect and for Mr. Fantastic, because unlike me, you guys aren’t on the instructors shit lists” you grumble and Nile laughed more, “you’re a cadet as well?” Marie asked in shock “yeah, what are you so surprised about?” You raised a brow, “oh you just don’t look like a solider, you’re far to pretty” she smiled and you thanked her, “that and you look like a little girl” Erwin chuckled as he squashed your face between his thumb and index finger, while Nile laughed and slurred a mostly inaudible sentence about small boobs and having no hips, you watched as Erwin laughed in agreement. You felt your heart ache and pulled away for Erwin and downed the last of your drink before standing, “I’m not wasting my time or looks on the likes of you two” you walked over to anything table where a young scout regiment soldier sat nursing a large pint of beer. You told the soldier you were looking for some fun and asked if he could help you, the young man nodded and stood before linking an arm with you and began to leave, as you left with the soldier you looked back and flipped Erwin and Nile off.

The next day the three of you were called into the instructor’s office where he rip all of you to shreds, especially you. “Who blabbed?” You growled and you swept the stable floors, “because I know I didn’t and I was back on time” you looked over at them and they both held guilty expressions, “look to be fair you both left me…” Nile trailed off and you frowned, before looking over at Erwin, “you left him! God no wonder we got caught… did you guys even get back on time?” You hissed and Erwin scoffed, “you left us first… or did you forget that” he growled, before walking over to you and Nile got in between the both of you, “oh right and do you even remember why I left” you scoffed, “listen we shouldn’t have said what we said, and you shouldn’t be blamed for leave… so please let’s just drop it” Nile looked between the two of you, and Erwin glared at the black haired male, “why are you excusing her, she left us to whore around” he shout and you felt your heart break in half. Did Erwin really think you’re a whore, your bottom lip quivers slightly however it seems only Nile noticed the hurt behind your eyes, “Erwin do you even hear yourself?! You’re drowning in hypocrisy, you left to spend the night with Marie!” Nile shouted and Erwin scoffed, “oh please you’re only defending y/n, because Marie chose me” he chuckled, at this point you had enough and you slapped both the man across the face. “Let get something clear, I didn’t whore myself out last night, unlike you…” you poke Erwin’s chest, “me and James sat on top of the wall and watched the stars before he walked me back here…” you turned and walked over to the wheelbarrow, “secondly, I wasn’t going to sit there and watched my two ‘friends’ push me aside just to drool over a pair of breasts…” you put quotation marks when you spoke the word ‘friends’ “…and finally” you snapped your head back around to look at both of them, “if either of you criticise my body or compare it to another’s again, I’ll kill you both before any Titan can!” You shouted with tears in your eyes before you tipped the wheelbarrow over and left them to clean the mess.

Erwin felt his throat dry up and his chest squeeze at the tears brimming in your eyes and the hurt in your voice, Erwin was too busy focusing on the fact you left them to even remember the way he and Nile had comment so disgustingly on your body and then he compared you to a lowly whore, when he himself went home with a woman he’d only just met, the same woman his friend was also interested in.

…The next couple of weeks filled with you giving the guys the silent treatment and their constant apologies, eventually you came around and the group was almost instantly back to normal, the only difference being any mention of Marie and the group would probably fall apart, which was hard for Erwin because they’d become lovers and he wanted nothing more then to talk about her…

Graduation was right around the corner and you could sense there was something up with both the guys, you and Nile sat on Erwin’s bed, as you all ate the bread, cheese and meat you had stolen for the instructor’s office, “you know I’m still going to be a scout, even if you both wimp out and change your minds” you leaned back against the headboard and they looked at you with shock, “I’m still going to be a scout” Erwin said and Nile hummed, before looking down at his hands. “You know we could die out there?” Nile sighed as he ran his hands though his hair, “yeah we know” you hummed and Erwin nodded with serious expression, “and leave the ones we care about behind” Nile looked at his shaking hands, “look if you can’t do it, that’s fine… it’s your life” you placed a hand on his and smiled, Nile looked back up at you and hugged you tightly. “I’m sorry, I just… I don’t think I can” Nile huffed as you hugged him back and ran you fingers through his hair, you looked up at Erwin and gestured for him to move in and hug the both of you, Erwin gave a sad smile and wrapped his arms around both of you.

—many years later—

“Hello Section Commander L/n” you turned the see a black haired MP soldier saluting you with a large grin on his face, “Commander Dok” you saluted with as you chuckled, before running up to the man and hugging him, “long time no see, I heard you got married, congratulations” you smiled and Nile laughed, “thank you, and I hear your still as single as ever… though there is talk going around that you and Lieutenant Hudson have lunch every Sunday” he hummed with a cheeky smile and shake your head “it’s nothing like that, we’re both very good friends… besides the man is married” you sigh and Nile laughed as you both begin to walk into the courtroom, “let’s have some drinks later” Nile opened the door for you and you laughed, “I don’t know, are you still a lightweight” you chuckled and he fake gasped “I was never a lightweight” he turned his nose up and you nodded slowly “I’ll see you on the flip side, y/n” Nile smiled before walking over to his side of the courtroom, and you walked over to your side of the courtroom. The reason you’d been called in for court was because a teenage boy from the cadet corps turned into a Titan and now they wanted to decide his fate, the court trial was tiresome and dragged on, not only that but if the scout regiment was to take custody of Eren Yeager, your team would have to be merged with Lieutenant Ackerman’s squad and you’d have to become Erwin Smith’s second in command to keep a close eye on him.

It had been a week seen the trial and you had finally moved into the room they had set up for you in the main scout regiment compound, as you sat at the small table by the window there was a knock at your door, “enter” you called and the door opened slowly to reveal a tall blonde with bold eyebrows, you smiled and gestured for him to sit at the seat across from you. Erwin closer the door behind him and walked over to the table before sitting down, “it’s been quiet some time, you look so different I almost didn’t recognise you” Erwin smiled and you hummed, “it has been quite some time, but seeing you the other day made it feel like we’d only just graduated” you shifted your eyes to look out the window before looking back at Erwin, you were struggling to find the right things to say. “Yeah, you still act as free spirited and hot tempered as the day we all parted ways” Erwin leaned in and reached a hand out to pull some fluff out of your hair, you unconscious leaned into your touch and closed your eyes as you felt Erwin run his thumb over your cheek, “you know, Nile told me everything after you left to join the scouts regiment’s eastern branch…” he hummed and you stiffened and pulled away from his touch, “although me and Nile don’t get along as well anymore, he said I deserved to know… why didn’t you tell me yourself? Why push me away?” Erwin made the hurt in his voice very known. You let out a sigh and stared out the window, “I just couldn’t… I was so scared of what you’d think and then there was that whole thing with Marie… and I figured if you couldn’t choose her over the Titans, then why would you choose me.” You took a shaky breath, “I mean, I wasn’t even on your radar… you saw me as some child… some annoying little sister, I really didn’t stand a chance” you felt your throat close up as you continued to look out the window, “I just thought maybe if I got away from you, I’d move on… but I never did and I’m scared I never will…” tears begin to spill over and Erwin grabbed your hand, “you probably don’t know this but you mean more to me then some ‘annoying little sister’, you’re the most special person to me, and I’d give up everything for you…” he wiped away some of your falling tears, before continuing on “I may not love you the same way you love me, but know that it hurt me deeply when you left, more then anything ever has…” he took a deep breath and cupped your face forcing you to look him in the eyes “I’d give up the entire world to see you smile, I wanna see you have your dream of freedom, I wanna see you living happily outside those wretched walls… I want…” he stood to his feet and walked around to you and knelt down in front of you, before holding your hands in his larger ones. You sniffed as you continued to let tears run down your cheeks. “I want you to live the life you desire, to have a home outside the walls, to have dog or cat, to have a husband and children… I want you to have it all, and I’ll do everything I can you give that to you… but you can’t keep shutting me out, I need you in my life” Erwin kissed your knuckles before standing and cupping your face again, he then leant in so your noses were touching “promise me you’ll never leave my side” he whispered and kissed you, “I promise, please don’t ever let me go” you whimper as you wrapped your arms around his neck, before kissing him again, “I promise, my darling y/n” Erwin hummed as he looked you dead in the eye.

You laid sprawled out on your bed as the soft candle light flickered across yours and Erwin’s naked bodies, Erwin groaned into your mouth as his hips thrust in and out of your slowly. Your nails dug into the backs of Erwin’s hands as he held your hands in place, he removed his mouth from yours and you both gasped for air, “you’re gorgeous, my love” Erwin panted as he kissed your neck, before biting and sucking on the your soft skin. You moaned loudly as you felt yourself begin to reach your climax, “Erwin I can see the gates of heaven” you gasped as your inner walls squeezed around the blonde’s hefty length, “my dear, I’m close as well may I keep it in?” Erwin groaned as his grip on your on your hands tightened, you moaned out a ‘yes’ as your body stiffen and shook slightly, he grunted as he throw his head back and pushed as deep as he possibly could into you, releasing his hot load deep in you.

Erwin sat on the floor next to the bed with a towel wrapped around him as you sat on the bed rubbed his shoulders, “I don’t think it’d be wise to tell anyone about us” you blushed as you kissed the back of his neck before giving it a bite, “that doesn’t mean I can’t leave marks behind to show everyone your taken” you giggled and Erwin huffed out a laugh, “how juvenile” he jokingly said and you scoffed, “if the one bite mark I left on you is juvenile, then what is all these marks you left on me” you held your hands in front of his face and showed him the bruises on your arms and wrists, “this isn’t even all of it mister” you poked his cheek and smile. Erwin turned slightly and pulled you into his lap, before he kissed you deeply, “it’s… pay back for all that time you left me” he gave a single nodded and chuckled as you puffed up your cheeks. “That’s cute… but you shouldn’t act so cute, you’ll excite me and I’m afraid we’ll be late to breakfast” Erwin hummed as his hand squeeze your plush inner thigh and you moaned “I wouldn’t mind you for breakfast, Mr. Smith” you teased as you grabbed Erwin’s wrist and lead his hand up your leg to you sensitive opening. “I don’t typically eat sweets for breakfast, but I can make an exception for you darling.” Erwin whispered in your ear, as he pulled you to lay down.

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Day 16 - Hatori Sohma: Lost in memories

Day 18 - Kento Nanami: Studious girl

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Part One Here

You arranged your date for a few days later. You arrived at the restaurant and looked around for Seonghwa. You hadn't been here before but it looked really nice. The hostess asked if you were okay and you told him you were meeting someone here. "Ah yes I think he might've already arrived, is it the man in black?" he asked gesturing to the back where Seonghwa was sitting. You nodded "yes that's him thank you" and made your way over. You'd purposefully tried to look hot tonight. Part of you thought Seonghwa was being nice last time when he complimented you but this time you wanted to easily earn that praise. The way Seonghwa looked at you when he saw you told you you'd achieved that. Seonghwa’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "Wow" he said standing up and you smiled "this old thing?". Seonghwa laughed hugging you "you know you look hot and I love that" he said in your ear before pulling your chair out. "I've never been here before but it looks so nice” you said and Seonghwa nodded "it is, I'm friends with the owner because I've been here so often". You went to ask if he was serious when a waiter came over and greeted him by name and you realised it was true. "Can I get you any drinks?" the waiter asked. Seonghwa looked at you "what would you like? All their drinks are good but the wine or champagne is especially good" he told you. "I'm a fan of a good red wine" you said and Seonghwa nodded and quickly said the name of one to the waiter. The waiter left and Seonghwa turned his attention back to you and you blushed under his gaze. "So Y/n...is it true you used to cheat at football with Wooyoung?". That question released all the tension you had been feeling and you laughed. "I can't guess who told you that lie...no I'm just quite a good football player and Wooyoung could never beat me". "Beautiful and sporty" Seonghwa smiled "we'll have to play a game sometime". You nodded "anytime anywhere" and Seonghwa grinned "I'll hold you to that". The night carried on just as flirty and fun. You found out a lot more about Seonghwa and it was nice learning about the man behind all the hotness. You realised he was actually quite sweet and caring, especially to the boys. It was nice to hear him open up and he told you about his career and everything he wanted for the future...as well as asking you plenty of questions. A man being polite and courteous to women was so hot and you decided about 5 minutes in that if he invited you back to his again you'd go. Sure enough, when you'd finished your meals he did and you happily agreed.

This time when you got back to Seonghwa’s you were actually excited for him to see you because you’d dressed appropriately. So of course Seonghwa was taking his sweet time getting you out of your clothes. You tried to give him the message you wanted things to progress but he was determined to torture you. Even when you got his own shirt off him, he still made no move to do the same with you and just when you were getting really fed up he started laughing. 

“What’s so funny?” you asked looking up at him and Seonghwa smiled up at you from the bottom of the bed “nothing just...is there something you want me to do? Something you’re being really obvious about?”. You sighed “well look at you and then look at me”. Seonghwa smiled and crawled forwards on his hands, leaning over you “Y/n is there something you want me to see?”. You tilted your head “there’s only one way to find out”. Finally Seonghwa undid your zip and finally as the fabric fell away from you he got it. “Oh wow” he gasped his eyes roaming over you “I see why you were so excited to show me”. You nodded “and to think you didn’t want your present” pouting slightly. In seconds Seonghwa was kissing you and do everything he could to remove that pout. “Trust me I do, so much” he said “do you forgive me?”. You sighed “I suppose so” and Seonghwa smiled “so can I play with my present?”. That made you smile again “what do you think I’ve been waiting for?” and Seonghwa got right to it!

So the two of you started dating except neither one of you ever phrased it that way. Seonghwa didn't think dating as an idol would work and you were having fun so saw no need in forcing him to label things. You were good at protecting yourself and not getting too attached so were happy just going with the flow. Therefore, it wasn't surprising that Seonghwa was the one to get insecure.

It was Yeosang's birthday and Yeosang (aka Wooyoung) threw a party. You were invited partly for Seonghwa but also because Wooyoung hadn't seen you in a while. You arrived with Seonghwa and everything was going well. The two of you had your usual flirty banter and Seonghwa was feeling good...until Wooyoung realised you hadn't met all the members properly. Wooyoung took you around the room introducing you to the people you hadn't met and one of those was Hongjoong. Hongjoong had heard a lot about you so was very pleased to finally meet you. He hugged you and was really friendly which you liked. Seonghwa saw the two of you getting along and smiled but 10 minutes later you will still chatting with Hongjoong. He frowned feeling a little bit forgotten but reminded himself the two of you weren't a couple so there was no need for you to be joined at the hip...but the way Hongjoong was making you laugh made him uncomfortable so he went and joined his member trying to forget about you. You found him about half an hour later but were with Hongjoong. He sat on the other side of you and the two of you carried on chatting all night. You had good chemistry and seemed to have a lot in common. You liked the same music and films, came from similar families and had complimenting personalities. Seonghwa began to worry if Hongjoong and you were a better match, you would no longer be interested in him...but then as the night was wrapping up you found him and took a seat next to him. You rested your head on his shoulder and Seonghwa released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as he put an arm around your waist. Seonghwa thought that after the party that'd be it for whatever happened with you and Hongjoong. The two of you wouldn't see each other again but he had no idea you'd exchanged numbers. 

Ateez were at a work event and Hongjoong seemed to be on his phone a lot. It had been a long shoot and everyone was tired so for some reason Hongjoong being on his phone bothered Seonghwa. "Who are you texting?" Seonghwa asked and Hongjoong glanced at him "Y/n". Seonghwa sat up "come again?". "Y/n" Hongjoong said more deliberately "you don't own her I'm allowed to text her. You're not even dating her". Those words immediately got Seonghwa's back up and he nodded "I know that I was just asking". Hongjoong paused "sorry that was abrupt of me...we've just been chatting since Yeosang's birthday about TV shows and stuff". Seonghwa nodded "no problem like you said I have no claim to her" and Hongjoong nodded. Thankfully the other guys entered the room easing the tension. Seonghwa noticed the friendship between the two of you and he disliked it. If you came over to his, you'd disappear to talk to Hongjoong and Hongjoong seemed to find you at any social event. He'd caught you texting his leader several times too and neither one of you seemed to think it was odd or realised Seonghwa was uncomfortable with it. Seonghwa wanted to say something about it but had no idea how to without sounding like an overprotective jerk! Even if you were dating he had no right to tell you who to be friends with but considering you were just casual it was almost laughable. Not long after Yeosang's birthday, Wooyoung was throwing another party for San's birthday and you were invited to that one too. Seonghwa was dreading it because he knew you'd both be there and he was right. Not 20 minutes into the party you were together. Seonghwa watched you chatting animatedly to Hongjoong with a frown. "Something got you mad hyung?" Wooyoung asked plopping down into the seat next to him. Seonghwa shook his head "nope". "Because you look sad". "I'm not sad I'm confused...they've known each other a month and they're best friends?". Wooyoung gasped "excuse me if anyone's her best friend it's me" but Seonghwa wasn't in the jokey mood. "They just have a lot in common" Wooyoung shrugged "that's probably why you like them so much...they're similar". Seonghwa rolled his eyes "I know Hongjoong and I can tell he likes her". "Are you sure?" Wooyoung asked "he just seems friendly to me". Seonghwa shook his head "he wants her". "But you want her too?" Wooyoung asked. "She's here with me isn't she?" Seonghwa asked and Wooyoung laughed "so? That doesn't answer my question. If you want her then go do something about it!" Wooyoung said and he walked away. Seonghwa listened to Wooyoung and decided he agreed with him...but in a different way than the boy intended. Seonghwa walked right up to you where you were chatting to Hongjoong and kissed you. He out his hands on your hip, twisted you towards him away from  away from Hongjoong and gave you an earth-shattering kiss. Really one of his best and when he pulled away you were all flushed. "Hi" you said and he smiled not moving back "Hi, want to dance?". You nodded and Seonghwa was pulling you away when you remembered Hongjoong. "Wait...do you want to join us?" you asked Hongjoong who smiled but shook his head "it's okay Y/n, you go have fun but thanks for asking me". Seonghwa kept this up whenever Hongjoong was around the rest of the night. When Hongjoong joined you at the table Seonghwa pulled you into his lap and was obvious with his caresses. If Hongjoong spoke to you he'd trail a hand up and down your leg distracting you. He didn't care how obvious he was being and soon all his members noticed. "What's up?" San asked when Wooyoung led you away to show you something and Seonghwa laughed "What do you mean?". "Well why are you all over Y/n so much? I thought you'd been together a while, why are so clingy now?". Hongjoong smiled, looking forward to Seonghwa’s explanation. "She's hot okay I just want to touch her" the boy shrugged. Hongjoong nodded "so it has nothing to do with me?". Seonghwa paused "what makes you think that?". "The fact you're very clearly trying to send me a message...you're marking your territory". Seonghwa pouted "well you wouldn't have noticed that if you weren't interested in her". Hongjoong shook his head "even if I was interested in her is this really how you'd handle it? By throwing yourself at her?". Seonghwa shrugged "and how else would I handle it?". "By asking Y/n to be official?" San suggested and Hongjooong nodded "see one guess, that's all San needed". Seonghwa paused because that idea actually hadn't occurred to him. "I...but we're idols" he said and Hongjoong nodded "I'm aware". "What I mean is how on earth do we date? What if I can't give her what she deserves?" and now both boys had sympathy. "It's hard" Hongjoong admitted "but it's worth it if you like the person". "And you'd be surprised how much you can make time" San said "how much do you see Y/n at the moment?". "It depends if I'm free a few times a week but if not maybe once on weekends". "So time-wise you're already doing it" San said. Hongjoong nodded "yeah, plus there are lots of things you can do if you can't physically be with her. We're pretty much always allowed our phones so you can text her throughout the day and video chat with her in our breaks. Call her when we finish even if it's just to say goodnight before she falls asleep". Seonghwa frowned "but Y/n's...I don't know if she'd be okay with that. She's a great girl and I just feel like she deserves more. A guy who will be there with her when she wakes up and cook dinner with her. Plus what if I ask her and she says no? Then we lose what we had". San nodded "yeah but at least you know. You like her Seonghwa so eventually, this is going to come up. If she says yes you get to call her your girlfriend and if she says no...well then you'll be sad but it will also go away quicker than if you'd have asked her a month from now". Hongjoong nodded "the longer you wait the worse it will be" and Seonghwa looked down solemnly. "Plus for what's it worth she seems really smitten with you" Hongjoong said and Seonghwa's head shot up "Really?". "Yes" Hongjoong said with a smile "she talks about you all the time and they way she looks at you is really sweet". Seonghwa blushed "what sort of things does she say about me?". Hongjoong shook his head "why don't you go tell Y/n how you feel and I can tell you both?". Fear shot through Seonghwa but he knew he was right so nodded his head and made his way over to you. You were sat with Wooyoung, Yeosang and Jongho eating cupcakes inside. Seonghwa lingered in the doorway watching you, trying to see if there was any hint of what you might say to him but of course, there wasn't. You looked up and spotted him. You smiled and waved him over "hey, don't tell San we ate his cupcakes before him". "I won't" he promised "Y/n could I borrow you for a second?". You nodded, hopping up and walked with him "what's up?". "I was thinking we could talk" he said and he led you outside. You nodded "I thought something might be up, you seemed a little off earlier". Seonghwa sighed "you mean when I was your stalker anytime Hongjoong was around?". You smiled "I was going to call you my shadow but yes".  Seonghwa nodded "I'm sorry, the honest answer is I'm jealous. I saw you having a good time with Hongjoong and I felt insecure". You frowned "aw Seonghwa I'm sorry" but he shook his head "it's not your fault. You can talk to as many guys as you want and it wasn't cool for me to act so childishly...but it did make me realise something. I really like you". You blushed and smiled "I like you too Seonghwa". Seonghwa smiled but felt like you didn't get what he was saying so his anxiety tightened as he tried again. "That makes me happy to hear and I know getting into this we never labelled anything. That worked and has worked but now I'm catching feelings and I don't think I can do that anymore". Your face dropped "oh okay...that's all right thanks for telling me" and Seonghwa realised you thought he was ending this. "No Y/n I don't want to stop seeing you I want the opposite! I want us to be official!" Seonghwa hurried to say and you paused "you do?". Seonghwa nodded "I know it won't be easy and I want to be honest about that so you can decide if you're willing to give a lot up for me. I work a lot and can't guarantee I'll be there in the evenings or on birthdays. I sometimes have to travel when we tour and can miss important events but I promise I will try and prioritise you the best I can. We'd have to keep our relationships quiet so that would mean no posting photos together, avoiding places where fans might be and stuff like that. I know I'm asking a lot so if it's too much that totally fine...assuming you even like me" Seonghwa said realising he hadn't even checked that first. He felt like such an idiot and was looking down in embarrassment when you gently touched his hand. "I'm in". Seonghwa looked at you "what?". "I said I'm in, I want to date you and that all seems fine". Seonghwa paused "but I...really? I know you'd be sacrificing a lot". "I see it as I'd be gaining you" you replied and Seonghwa stared at you "really? All the hours and stuff doesn't bother you?". You shook your head "Seonghwa so many people have demanding jobs so don't feel like you're a burden. There are times when I have to work late or miss birthdays. Obviously, my hours aren't as demanding on me as yours are but what I'm saying is every relationship has those moments. I'm not expecting you to be at my beck and call every single minute of the day. I'll happily take whatever time I can get with you. However small or large that is". Seonghwa let out a breath "really? You're serious" and you nodded "deadly" making a serious face before smiling "I want you" and kissed him. When the situation sunk in Seonghwa grinned. "I want you too" he said and kissed you again this time picking you up. Hongjoong and San had been watching and cheered figuring this was a pretty easy-to-read sign. Wooyoung and the others twigged and joined in cheering making the two of you blush. Seonghwa waved them away telling them to stop but the huge grin on his face diluted his message. You both gave up and just decided to let them cheer. You stayed together for a while before Seonghwa led you back to the table with his friends. "I believe you owe me and my girlfriend an adorable story" he said and Hongjoong smiled "it would be my pleasure".   For years to come Wooyoung, San and Hongjoong would all claim they were the reason the two of you got together and in a way they were all right. Neither you nor Seonghwa cared though, you were happy together and that was all that mattered.

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If I'm There: Chapter Eight

read from part one!

Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams, the things you love the most get left behind.....

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, mentions underage drinking, absent parents

“Hey Ky, I thought you were staying with dad?” I ask hesitantly not wanting to provoke his anger that I’ve grown so accustomed to. “I wanted to finish school in person. It doenst matter, dads place sucked anyway.” His smile falls and his shoulders tense. “Oh okay, well I’m gonna go back to my room.” I shuffle out awkwardly. “Okay, later.”

Natalie: so kyle is back…said dads place sucked. Wtf! 8:45pm

Noah: WHAT?! -_- your dad didn’t even call first? 8:47

Natalie: probably called my mom, but I have talked to her in a few days. She was passed out on the couch this morning. 8:47

Natalie: looks like she had a bottle of wine for dinner…or is it considered breakfast if you have it at 6am? 8:47

Noah: yikes. I’m sorry Nat. 8:48

Noah: did he say anything else? 8:48

Natalie: no, just started acting all defensive so I dropped it. 8:49

Noah: hm..think something happened with you dad? 8:50

Natalie: with Kyle? Probably. 8:51

Natalie: I’m just going to do my best to ignore him, and maybe we move movie night to your place lol. 8:52

Noah: lol of course, and you’re obviously welcome here anytime. I’ll come and pick you up anytime just say the word. 8:52

Natalie: my hero :) <3 ily

Noah: ily :)

We text back and for the rest of the night until I pass out on my bed. 

The next day Noah picks me up in the late afternoon so we can go to one of his shows together. Nick is in the back seat when I climb in the car. Greeting them both we drive off towards the venue they’re playing at for the night. Noah’s band has really picked up traction. He's put together a four member group of guys he’s found at other gigs, Nick is playing guitar and they have another guy Julius on drums and Mikey on Bass. They’re older and I don’t talk to them much. They’ve been asked to play in more bars and even some small venues. I can’t make all of them because of work but I try to go to as many as I can. It’s new territory for me. I’ve been to a lot of his shows over the summer but they're getting bigger and the crowd is rowdy. I have to stick to the back to not get overwhelmed but I’m happy to be there supporting Noah. 

The school year starts off strong. After a few weeks I’m managing my class work and work at the coffee shop pretty well. My AP classes are challenging but not impossible. Maggie from work is in my AP Econ class and it’s nice to have someone to study with. Sometimes Noah comes to surprise me at work. He'll order a drink and flirt with me the whole time I’m making it just to see how red he can make my face; those days he will wait until I’m off so he can drive me home. We’ll make out in the car until I have toI pry myself out before it gets too late. Noah and Kyle aren’t best friends by any means. They do their best to ignore each other in school and when Noah is picking me up or dropping me off but, that doesn’t stop him from making random comments here and there. 

“You came in pretty late last night, Noah hoping you flunk out completely and follow him around forever?” Kyle snips one morning as I’m making myself a bowl of cereal before catching the bus. “Since when is it your job to keep tabs on my comings and goings?” I say back to him “you don’t ever get any shit from me when you show up wasted on a school night. You know why?” I question. “Because I’m not mom or dad and neither are you, I can look out for myself just fine. But thanks for your concern” my voice is dripping with sarcasm. “Just be careful sis, he’s clearly more concerned with his own rockstar future than yours. Don’t throw your life away for some guy.” He finishes and I can almost hear genuine care in his voice. “You’ll end up just like mom.” With that I tense, my bowl of cereal placed down with more force than necessary, sending milk and Cheerios spilling over the side. “I am nothing like her.” I grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder. “And I never will be.” I exit the house without looking back at Kyle and slam the door, heading for the bus. 

Noah has a Thursday night show out of town and is all but begging me to go “I can’t Noah, I wish I could but I have an Econ test Friday and a science project due” I sigh, knowing I’m letting him down. “This show is huge baby. There’s going to be a lot of people there that could really help me.” He’s holding my hand’s against his chest and I can feel his rapid heartbeat. “Having you there would mean everything to me. I promise I’ll get you home right after the show, you’ll be in bed sleeping, fully rested for your test.” He says with the sweetest smile. “I need my Natalie with me” he kisses me and my defense melt “okayyy, okay, I’ll go,” I concede. 

“Yes!” He picks me up triumphantly and spins me around making us both laugh “thank you Natty” he squeezes me in a hug “ugh I love you so much” I return his hug and sigh like a love sick fool “I love you too”. 

Thursday night rolls around and while I have last period free, Noah and Nick skip their last class so they can meet Julius and Mikey to make sound check. The venue is a little over an hour away and we make it there by 4:30 just minutes before he needs to be on for sound check. The night goes on without a hitch; Noah and Nick meet a lot of people and seem to make a lot of connections but time is slipping away. Suddenly it’s 11:30pm and I cant find either of them anywhere. I’m searching the dark and smokey venue and can’t see Noah’s towering figure anywhere. Quickly becoming overwhelmed with all the drunken patrons bumping into me, I decide to go wait outside on the curb for them to finish up. I take out my phone and text Noah that I’m waiting outside so they can find me when they’re done. Finally they finish up and I notice it’s already 12:20am. The car unlocks and I take a deep breath as I climb in, exhausted from the night.

I’m used to being fast asleep on a school night by this hour, so I’m having a hard time staying awake as Noah excitedly recounts the night “Natty, that was amazing I can’t believe it, we played so well. I think that guy from Nashville is going to offer us some recording space! Isn’t that awesome?!” I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone muster the energy to respond. I let out a soft “mmhm” in reply. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll get you home soon. Just close your eyes and we’ll be there before you know it.” 

There’s a massive pileup on the way home and with the sounds of the sirens mixed with the lights shining I don’t sleep at all. When we finally make it back to my house it's nearly 3am. I just about fall out of the car before Noah is able to throw it in park. As I open my door, he goes to exit with me, exasperatedly I turn back and tell him, “Don’t worry about it. I’m going straight to bed.” If I had the energy I would have slammed the door. He exits anyway and races after me apologizing “I’m sorry Natty, I know I said it wouldn't be late.” I stop before opening the front door and look at him with exhausted eyes “I know you didnt mean too Noah. Look, I’m too tired for this.” I sigh. “I just want to go sleep for the few hours I have left before my alarm goes off.” I open the door and stand in the doorway “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” I say to him, sleep the only thing on my mind. “Okay, love you Natty.” he responds and leans to press a kiss to the top of my head. “Mmhm, love you” I tell him, closing the door and locking it. I head upstairs and crash onto my bed, asleep instantly.

When I wake up the next morning I turn over in bed and look at my alarm clock. “OH FUCK!” I shriek. It’s 10am.

I missed my Econ exam.

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You Brought Your Worst and I’m Right Here - Chapter Six: No matter what I think

Pairing: Gale of Waterdeep x female Tav

Work Summary:

After an explosive falling out between Gale and his academic adviser, Mystra, Tav is left to pick up the pieces.

Modern/College AU.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Epilogue

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1904

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Notes:

all of the regular warnings for grooming, abuse, suicide, as well as alcohol I guess

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Tav was sitting at a tucked away table in the corner of the student lounge with two glasses of wine in front of her. Shadowheart said she’d be here any minute, but the minutes kept ticking on by. Her glass was almost empty when her friend showed up, looking rather harried.

“Sorry,” said Jen, dropping her over-full bag onto the bench. “The professor wanted to give me some feedback on my last essay after the lecture and I couldn’t say no. Is this for me?” She indicated the full glass.

“Sure is.”

“Thanks.” Shadowheart tipped her head back and downed the wine in one long gulp. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and picked up Tav’s now empty glass. “I’ll get another round,” she said, and then headed off towards the bar.  

Tav’s lips curled up into a smile. It was a Friday night, and both of them clearly needed this. Shadowheart returned a moment later with a full bottle of wine and two fresh glasses.

“Long week?” asked Tav as Shadowheart poured the drinks.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” said Jen. “I have some horror stories but I don’t wanna make you puke.”

“Try me.”

So she did. As Shadowheart regaled her with stories about the cadavers she had dissected, and the bodily fluids she had ended up covered in while pulling shifts at the hospital, Tav fought the urge to gag.

Shadowheart was in the process of describing the contents of a bedpan that she’d been cleaning when Tav finally held up a hand.

“Okay, you got me, I’m done. Please, no more.”

Jen began to laugh. “You lasted longer than I expected.”

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“You get used to it, I promise. So what about you? How is everything going? I’m glad to see that you and Gale are friends again.”

Tav frowned, staring down at her drink. She was on her third glass now and she was starting to feel a little buzzed. It was just enough to make her bold enough to say what she was going to say next.

“Jen, I have to tell you something, but you’ve got to promise you won’t tell Gale. Or anyone else.”

Shadowheart’s expression grew serious. “Of course,” she said. “What is it?”

Tav knew that she could trust her. She was good at keeping secrets. So she told her everything that Gale had told her, watching as her friend’s face grew paler and paler.

When Tav was finished, Shadowheart was drumming her fingertips on the table, visibly agitated.

“God, poor Gale,” she said. “He’s so sweet. He doesn’t deserve any of this.”

“I don’t know what to do,” said Tav, and then she burst into tears.

“Oh Tav…” She felt Jen’s hand resting between her shoulderblades, gently stroking up and down.

“I tried-” Her breath hitched painfully. “I tried to tell him to report her but he won’t. And I understand why he’s scared to but…” She scrubbed at her eyes with her sleeve. “She can’t get away with this. She can’t.”

“Tav…” Jen shifted uncomfortably. “This isn’t… This isn’t the first time I’ve heard something like this about Professor Mystryl.”

Tav looked up at her in confusion. “What?”

“I have some other friends who study physics and… well, apparently there are rumours about her tendency to favour young male students. She likes to mentor them personally. It’s sort of a running joke in the department, apparently.”

Tav felt like she might throw up. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought it was just a rumour! You know the kinds of things that people say whenever there’s a woman in a position of authority! I figured someone was just trying to discredit her, or making an off-colour joke, but… hearing this…”

“Gale might not be the first.”

The conversation was interrupted by Tav’s phone buzzing in her pocket. She pulled it out to see that Wyll was calling. Frowning, she answered it.

“Hello?”

“Tav, hey, is Gale with you?” Wyll’s voice came through tinny on the speaker, but his words still hit hard enough to make her stomach drop.

“No? Why?”

“He was supposed to be home an hour ago. I tried calling him but he didn’t answer.”

Tav felt the colour draining from her face. Between her and her flatmates, they’d worked out a system to ensure that Gale was never home alone, just in case. Nowadays, he mostly adhered to his schedule, pretty much only going out to go to classes. Where was he?

“Tav?” said Shadowheart nervously. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Gale isn’t home yet,” she answered. “I’m with Jen,” she added as an aside to Wyll. “And we’re coming home now. Let me know if he turns up.”

“I will. See you soon.”

She said goodbye to Wyll and then tried to hang up the phone, only then noticing how much her hands were shaking. She swore quietly, so Jen took the phone from her hand and hit the red button.

“I’m gonna call an uber, okay?” said Jen, squeezing Tav’s shoulder. “I’m sure he’s okay. He probably just got caught up studying and lost track of time.”

“Okay. I’m gonna try to call him.”

“Good idea.”

Her call when straight to voicemail. She tried to swallow her panic as she heard his voice telling her to leave a message, but she could taste bile in her mouth. She tried for a second and third time, with the same result.

She let Shadowheart guide her outside just as the uber was pulling up. Shadowheart did the talking, while Tav sat with her head back against the headrest, wondering if she might throw up.

“Is it alright if I open the window?” she asked the driver weakly.

“Go ahead,” he said, so she did so. The cool air was very welcome.

They were five minutes from home when her phone began to buzz again. Her heart leapt, but the caller ID read ‘Wyll’.

She answered it. “Hey Wyll.”

“Tav. Guess who just showed up.” Wyll sounded unamused. Although he was trying to temper his voice, she could tell he was angry.

“Gale? Is he home?”

“He is. He decided to walk home from campus, apparently. And his phone ran out of battery.”

Tav exhaled hard. “Seriously?”

“He’s very sorry for worrying everyone. I’m sorry I called you. I should’ve just waited.”

“No, you did the right thing. Thanks Wyll. We’ll back soon. And don’t worry, I’ll yell at Gale for you. I’m allowed to yell at him.”

Wyll chuckled awkwardly. “Not on my behalf, please. I’ll see you soon.”

Shadowheart was staring at her when she put the phone down. “Well?”

“He’s fine.” Tav relayed Wyll’s message, watching as Shadowheart frowned back at her.

“Well, that’s good,” she said. “He’s always been pretty absent-minded. It’s not surprising that he forgot to charge his phone.”

“Yeah.”

Shadowheart turned her attention back to the driver. “It’s just up here on the left, mate.”

The car had barely pulled in when Tav opened the door and jumped out. She hurried into the house to find Wyll in the hallway, waiting for her.

“Hey,” he said, frowning. “I’m sorry for calling. I shouldn’t have-”

“Yes, you should have,” she said, and then pulled him into a hug. “Is he okay?”

“He seems upset.” He kept his voice low. “He did apologise for worrying me, though. He went upstairs but he’s keeping his bedroom door open.”

“Thanks.” Behind her, she heard Shadowheart shutting the front door. “I’m gonna go check on him.”

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

As promised, she found Gale in his bedroom, the door propped open. He was lying on top of the covers of his bed, scrolling on his phone. There was a puffiness to his eyes that made Tav frown.

She knocked lightly on the open door. “Gale?”

He turned to face her. “Hey Tav.” His voice was hoarse and throaty. “Wyll said he called you. I’m sorry.” He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I didn’t mean to worry everyone. I just… needed some air. I should’ve made sure my phone was charged before walking back.”

“It’s okay.” She could feel some of the anxiety leeching out of her now that she could see that Gale was safe, albeit clearly upset. “What happened?”

“Could you close the door please? I don’t want anyone else hearing.”

She shut the door and came to sit beside him on the bed. “What is it, Gale?”

“I had to turn in some paperwork to the physics department today, to change my academic adviser. I was just going to put it in Mystra’s pigeonhole but…” He shuffled awkwardly, not meeting her eye. “I decided to go and see her.” Tav opened her mouth, but he held up his hands. “I know, I know. I’m the king of making bad decisions. But I was sort of hoping that she might reconsider keeping me on as a student. Not as a lover. Just as a student. Separation of church and state. She really is a brilliant scientist and I learnt a lot under her.” He winced at his own wording. “You know what I mean.”

“Gale…”

“It doesn’t matter. Because as I was approaching her office, a young man walked out. I think he’s a second year. I’ve seen him at physics socials. He looked… dishevelled. And when he saw me standing there he had this look on his face like he’d been caught. And it was very clear what he and Mystra had been doing in her office.”

“Oh Gale.” Tav wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He didn’t hug her back, but he leant into her embrace. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s stupid.” Gale’s voice was thick with tears. “That this, after everything, feels like a betrayal. Perhaps I am a complete idiot, but part of me thought that she loved me. That what we had was real. At the very least, that she’d be as torn up about our separation as I am. But this… it’s clear that I was just some plaything to her, to be discarded when I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Tav soothed, rubbing his back the way that Shadowheart had rubbed hers while she’d cried over Gale. “You believed what she wanted you to believe. She led you on and used you.”

Gale tilted his head towards her. Their faces were closer than she had realised. She could almost taste his breath. He could probably smell the wine on hers.

“Tav, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’m sorry for pushing you away.”

She squeezed him. “We’re past that. No more apologies, remember?”

“Right.”

Their closeness had her pulse racing. She pulled back, disentangling herself from him.

“Gale, there’s something I should probably tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I was talking to Shadowheart earlier, and she… well, she mentioned that there were… rumours about Professor Mystryl.” Gale didn’t respond. He just stared back at her, so she took a deep breath. “Apparently, Professor Mystryl is known to… mentor young male students. It seems to be a pattern for her.”

Gale said nothing. He swallowed, looking away from her, and then nodded. “That… tracks, honestly.”

“I’m sorry, Gale.”

“I’m not.” His voice was steely, his expression hardened. “Not anymore. I’m going to take her down.”

Next Chapter

[charmedtodeath]

Maybe Another Time (Part 1) | Graves/fem reader

Words: ~2.1k

TW/CW: alcohol/bars

Summary: Graves and his administrative assistant are unable to admit there's a mutual attraction.

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Part 2

a/n: fem reader but barely any descriptors

It had been some time since you began working for Shadow Company. You weren't really the soldier type, so you settled for working in the administrative office at headquarters. 

A pretty simple job with repetitive tasks, often involving running around to get various signatures on important paperwork, but you were usually home by 6 and got to brag about having a security clearance to your family and friends. On nights when the boss stayed late, locked in his office where you'd sometimes hear the sounds of heated phone calls through the door, you dutifully remained in the administrative suite to do last minute favors for him and, of course, get the handsome overtime pay.

Occasionally you would find takeout meals left on your desk by your boss when you had to leave the office to complete a task, or a drink from the vending machine that you hadn't asked anyone for. At first, you couldn't figure out which of the admin employees was leaving them for you. There were never any notes on these items and nobody had said anything to you. It would've been nice to pay them back or return the favor, but things kept randomly showing up and you were left to look around the room to figure out who had decided to be so generous.

When the job became busier and you were finding yourself receiving a dozen extra hours of overtime each week, it was finally clear that the Commander was your secret treat delivery guy. He was a relatively pleasant person and always said "please" and "thank you" when he asked you for something, and he wasn't bad looking, either. The increase in attention from the boss wasn't unwelcome, but you had a strict no dating of coworkers policy, and that definitely included your direct superior.

Months went on like this where the two of you would share meals or get coffee together on those late nights, just trying to be the best administrative assistant Commander Graves could have. The paycheck was simply too alluring to look for other jobs, and you'd had your eye on a new car for some time now.

"What do you like to do for fun?" This was the first time your conversations had ever deviated from normal work-related talk, and you were taken aback when he asked.

"I'm sorry?"

"Well, seems like you're here all the time and I feel kinda bad for keeping you late so often. What do you do when you're not here?" Graves was known to be compassionate and encouraging to his people, so it wasn't exactly a surprise when he started taking an interest in your personal life.

"Oh, I don't mind being here a little late. Keeps the bills paid and then some, you know? Anyway, I'm kind of a homebody. I'll go home and bake something or play with my pets or just sit down with a glass of wine and relax. Nothing too crazy or reckless."

"You're always welcome to come out with us some time. Bars serve wine, too." You'd swear at this point that Graves was sneakily asking you out, but he did specify that there would be multiple people from Shadow Company there. You decided that it didn't mean it would be a date and was therefore acceptable in your eyes.

You nodded at Graves and finished looking over the files he had asked you to put together for him. "Um, sure. It might be nice to get a change of pace once in a while. I won't make any guarantees, but you might see me around the next time an invitation goes out." That was good enough for Graves.

About two months later when the latest big mission had been completed, all the paperwork signed and filed, and reports submitted, you got a notification about a celebratory night of drinks. The group who invited you had lovingly referred to you as "That Lady From The Office," but you quickly informed them that you had a real name and were more than just the CEO's assistant.

Since this huge mission had finally been taken care of, your work hours had returned to the good old 9 to 5 and you were free to go home to freshen up and unwind for a few hours. Before heading out to the address specified in the text, you decided to eat at home to avoid drinking on an empty stomach, and told yourself you had a one drink limit no matter what.

You had expected this place to be more of a sports bar type of vibe, but the Shadows insisted that this establishment wasn't sleazy or douchey because it had Tavern in the name and was, in fact, a classy joint. Fair enough, you supposed. Stepping up to talk to the bartender, you handed him your ID before ordering a nice riesling. Better to go with what you know.

"Are you with this group?" He asked as he handed you your glass and cocktail napkin.

"Yeah, I work with them. They're an... interesting crew."

"Forgive me for saying this, but, uh, you don't really seem like the kind of person to go out into a gunfight like some of these big boys."

You laugh at his confusion and set the record straight for him. "Oh, I'm not. I'm just a pencil pusher. I even have my own custom stamp set, if you can believe that."

The bartender chuckles and leans over the bar so he doesn't have to shout. "You know what? This is on the house. Your money's no good here tonight."

"You don't have to do that, really. It's just one glass and I don't mind paying for it."

"It's no trouble. I'm Jesse, by the way." You take his outstretched hand and get a firm handshake in return. He's the confident type.

"Nice to meet you."

You may be here with people from work, but the bartender doesn't count as a coworker and is therefore free game to hang out with. In between serving Shadow members and the other patrons, Jesse comes back every few minutes and learns a new piece of information about you. Not enough to put the whole puzzle together, but you might as well loosen up a bit. It's hard to keep up the conversation while he's busy working, but he's a nice guy and you certainly don't mind having someone to talk to. It goes on like this for the next hour until the stool to your right is suddenly occupied by a new arrival.

"The usual, please." Graves has finally shown his face and he's chosen the open stool next to you when there are plenty of other available seats in the bar. The bartender pours a glass of whiskey and then returns to his conversation with you while Graves sits there pensively, and it makes you wonder what he has on his mind.

A new group of Shadows soon arrive and they greet the Commander before taking Jesse's attention from you, freeing you up for Graves to talk to. You're not really sure what to say to him, too used to work environment formalities to make a decent attempt. Instead, you wait for him to speak first.

"Finally came out with us and got that glass of wine."

"Yeah, and it's a good one at that." There's a murkiness in the air and you suddenly feel like this might be approaching something resembling a date. Sure, you came here separately and are surrounded by who knows how many people from your job, but these two bar stools suddenly feel private and secluded.

You have to think back and wonder if you're misreading the signals and making something out of nothing. Graves has been exceptionally kind to you lately, and the frequency of which he buys you food and treats seems a bit excessive. Perhaps he does have feelings for you, but it's not worth exploring. There's no way you could go out with your boss without it blowing up in someone's face. A man as busy as he is probably doesn't have time for that, anyway.

"Bartender seems to have taken a liking to you." You decide to play coy and get more information from his reactions.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you play the game with him. "Oh, I guess. He just started talking to me and I didn't want to be rude since I'm sitting right in front of him while he works, you know?"

"He's a nice guy, from what I can tell." There's a question hidden in there. Graves is trying to gauge your interest in the bartender, either due to jealousy or just simply looking out for you. While the latter is kind of him, you certainly don't need his help.

"Uh, whatever gets me a free drink. He said this was on the house tonight," you tell Graves, pointing at your almost empty glass. He nods and sips his drink before getting up from the stool, seemingly pleased that you aren't truly interested in Jesse.

You swivel your stool to subtly inspect the scene that has been behind you the whole time and find that Graves has joined a group near the pool table. You recognize them as his squad leaders; the never ending revolving door of people that filter in and out of his office all day when they're on base. They all watch and cheer for one of the newer recruits who's doing surprisingly well, calling and sinking a few shots in succession. Careful not to linger too long, your eyes find their way back to Graves every so often, and you find that you're not the only one with a staring problem tonight.

Starting to think that maybe you're heading into choppy waters, you slide the empty wine glass back across the bar without saying goodbye to Jesse and head outside. Going straight home doesn't feel right, so you lean against the side of the building and watch the lights of passing cars dance across the damp pavement. It had rained earlier this afternoon and the humidity still hangs in the air. If you were a smoker, this would've been the perfect time for a cigarette. To occupy your hands, you check to see if you have any new messages or emails, but no dice. Of course there's a dry spell when you need something to distract your whirling mind.

Noise bubbles out from the front door as it swings open and shut, and a pair of boots clomp their way closer to you, stopping a few feet away.

"Needed some fresh air?" Of course Graves has found himself outside alone with you. He must have just noticed that you were gone.

"Yeah. Got a little overheated inside." It's not the truth, but your flushed cheeks would have given you away otherwise. You anxiously tap your fingers together, trying to figure out if you should cut your losses and leave.

Graves shoves his hands in his pockets and leans into the wall. "It was nice to see you out and about somewhere other than work. You look nice, if it's not too much to say." Oh. Maybe you were right about Graves being interested.

"Thanks." What next? Your mind is suddenly blank and you can't think of anything else to say other than offering a simple gratitude for the compliment.

Graves laughs at the uncomfortable silence while you stare at the ground. "You gonna come back inside and stick around with us for a while? Things are heating up at the pool table."

"I'm not sure. I was thinking of heading home soon, actually."

"Now, that would be a shame."

"Would it?" You look up at Graves and search his eyes for anything else. He's so effortlessly casual and relaxed. It makes you look like a total amateur.

"I feel like I've barely gotten a chance to hang out with you, just you and me."

"We hang out all the time at work." Graves gets closer until your shoulders are just barely touching as you lean against the bricks. You swallow hard and your heart starts beating a little too fast for your comfort. Graves can probably hear it thumping away in your chest, giving away all your secrets.

"We don't have to hang out just at work, though. I'd love to have another drink with you if you're up for it." He looks at you expectantly, hoping you'll say yes and go back inside with him. That's when you know you have no choice but to disappoint him, and even more so yourself.

"Maybe another time."

Those words are all it takes for him to understand. He tells you goodnight, and you find yourself sitting in your car alone, looking over at the empty seat beside you. Maybe another time you'll find him there.

[wellthebardsdead]

Clockwork Heart pt37

Part 36 here

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Kaidan: *sets a number of drinks on the table for the group as they settle in for the night at the bee & barb* from what we found out the only way into the ratway is through a door near the docks.

Nerevar: alright, we’ll head in there tomorrow. Wyrm and Voryn will stay here with-

Wyrm: I’m going. *reaches to the tray grabbing the smallest cup of wine*

Nerevar: No you’re not Wyrm. Not after-

Wyrm: I wasn’t asking ata.

Everyone: *awkward tense silence*

Wyrm: *sighs and sips the wine, grimacing at the taste but finishes it* if all of you keep protecting me I won’t stand a chance against alduin… Im the one his death falls on… not all of you. But you’re all the ones getting hurt trying to keep me safe… I want to help, I want to find answers… *sets the cup down sliding out of his chair* and im tired of people trying to stop me from finding them. *walks off*

Nerevar: *realising just how much he and voryn had been coddling him rather than teaching him* I- W-Wyrm where are you going?

Wyrm: I need to pee. *walks out of the inn and to the outhouse*

Kaidan: his moods deteriorated as the day went on… I’ve never seen him drink before…

Inigo: he’s been lost in his thoughts since we entered the marketplace today… maybe last night is still bothering him?…

Caryalind: come to think of it… Kaidan… you mentioned he seems to handle traumatic events, uncomfortably well. Why is this effecting him just now?

Kaidan: I don’t think he actually handled any of it… I think he just let it built up.

Taliesin: … *gets up* I’ll go talk to him.

Nerevar: *watches him go and looks at the cup* …Have I been holding on too tight?…

*meanwhile*

Wyrm: *sighs fixing his robes after doing his business, his mind wandering back through his memories, recalling the pain he’d suffered and feeling oddly numb as he recalls it, and all the instances were they ultimately lead to him needing to be saved* if it’s so important I stay alive… why did you make me so helpless?… *turns and stares at himself in the cracked mirror* why won’t you tell me?… I tried to come to you myself. I came to the dream sleeve myself to see you, and you pushed me away… why are you always pushing me away? Where are you trying to guide me? If you want so desperately to be understood then why won’t you let me in on the purpose of my very existence?

*silence*

Wyrm: … *places his hand on the glass feeling no response from his reflection, sotha sils presence in his mind and soul, silent* I don’t even have a say in my own fate… do I?… you just wanted me to think I did… *sighs* am I truely just… doomed then to your desires?… just another thing you made to fulfil a purpose?…

*silence*

Wyrm: …Why am I not allowed to just be happy?… you made me to always be happy right?… to be the opposite of you?… so why?… why do you keep… making me sad?…

*silence*

Wyrm: …I’ll behave… please don’t hurt them… don’t hurt voryn, don’t hurt neht, don’t hurt my friends please don’t-… dont… hurt Taliesin… don’t hurt my heart… I won’t cause you anymore trouble… *walks out of the bathroom and immediately freezes as he bumps into a tall red head in black leather armour* … *sighs*

*a few minutes later*

Delvin: Brynjolf I’m telling you take the lad back now or you’re in for it for real this time!

Brynjolf: *carrying Wyrm over his shoulder with ease* What’s up your ass today delvin? He owes us a debt by not giving us his eye. Besides, did you see the lot he was travelling with? I think we can get a lot more out of them in exchange for him*

Wyrm: An ass whooping is all you’re getting out of them…

Brynjolf: *gives him a gentle slap on the thighs* what was that?

Delvin: the truth Brynjolf, I’m telling you’re going to regret this you don’t know who he is!

Brynjolf: worth a lot of money is what he is. *sits Wyrm on a chair in the flagon*

Wyrm: y-you’re going to be in big trouble if you don’t let me go right now!

Brynjolf: and a smart mouth too it seems. *leans in* go on precious, tell me how much trouble I’m in-

Wyrm: *grits his teeth and grips the chair, fed up with being helpless* FUS-

Brynjolf: What the-

“RO DAH!!!!”

Taliesin: *kicks open the door to the flagon with his dagger drawn in time to hear his beloveds thuum and witness a huge splash hit the ceiling of the open space* Wyrm?!

Nerevar: *runs in with his lance poised for bloodshed* WHERE IS- *pauses watching a red haired nord surface from the water gasping for air as he flails in shock*

Delvin: *walks to the broken railing with Wyrm by his side as he looks over the waters edge* I tried to warn you. *looks up to see the group* oh! You’re definitely the lot Enthir told me about.

Wyrm: my friends! Ata! Tali!!!

Nerevar: WYRM! *runs around the waters edge and up into the bar with the others* are you hurt are you okay?

Wyrm: *nods and hurries to his arms* I’m okay- Mr Mallory made sure of it.

Delvin: I’m so sorry about my associates behaviour. I tried informing him who you lot were but he wasn’t having it.

Kaidan: *looking past him to the waters edge, and the veteran high elf pacing it like a tiger* oh… oh he’s having it alright… the minute he gets out of the water.

Wyrm: *looks over and immediately blushes watching Taliesin twirl his dagger as his eyes remain locked on Brynjolf as the nord tries to get out of the water and avoid death* o-oh.

Brynjolf: *running out of stamina as he treads water trying to find a way past him* f-fuck! *pushes off the wall as Taliesin reaches to grab him*

Taliesin: *scowls* keep swimming. I’ve got all day.

Brynjolf: … *just sinks under the water*

Kaidan: is he hiding?

Delvin: that or attempting to drown himself.

???: WHAT IN THE GAPING ASSHOLE OF OBLIVION IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!

Wyrm: *turns and immediately hides behind nerevar seeing another dark armoured figure step into the flagon*

Delvin: Sorry boss, Brynjolf causing trouble with Enthirs son and his companions. Little fella has quite a set of pipes on him. Launched him into the drink with one breath. *looks at Wyrm then at the group* This is Mercer Frey, leader of the thieves guild, an old associate of your dad as well.

Mercer: Enthir huh?… *looks at the group quietly before locking eyes with nerevar and feeling a shiver run down his spine* which one of you is it then? Who sent my second in charge into the- *looks over to the waters edge hearing splashing and panicked screaming as Taliesin suddenly rips Brynjolf from the water threatening to kill him* is it him?

Taliesin: ILL GUT YOU ALIVE FOR TOUCHING HIM!

Brynjolf: *still gasping for air after holding it for so long* F-fu-uck! Help!

Wyrm: *ignoring the chaos as he slowly peers out from behind nerevar* n-no it’s me.

Mercer: *looks back at the group hearing the voice and expecting there to be someone at least bosmer height standing there, only to look down further to see him* Oh- talk about pocket sized. And here I was thinking niruin and etienne were short-

Wyrm: Etiennes alive?? He made it back safe?

Mercer: Huh. So you’re the short dunmer who saved him… looks like the guild owes you a debt then. I’ll see if I can come up with a way to compensate you then just- can you call your friend off now? *looks over again to see Taliesin holding Brynjolf down as he tries to stab him*

Brynjolf: IM SORRY! CALL HIM OFF PLEASE!!!!

Wyrm: oh- um, tali- *hiccups and wobbles a little*

Kaidan: oop. There’s the wine.

*a few hours later*

Wyrm: *sitting on his bed in the bee & barb, pouting as Caryalind braids his hair* I’m-im not drunk! I can still help! *hiccups and falls back into him as Taliesin walks over with his night shirt*

Taliesin: your highness can you hold my drunk little silk moths arm up please?

Caryalind: *nods doing as asked* this drunk after one glass of wine?

Lucien: *getting ready for bed too* and I thought I was a lightweight. Do you think he’ll get a hangover from this?

Taliesin: *pulls the shirt over Wyrm and pulls his hair through the neck hole as he adjusts it* I hope not, he’s been through enough pain already- I- Wyrm sit down. *grabs him as he tries to get up again*

Wyrm: *whines kicking his legs* Taliii! You’re being mean!! I wanna help find Esbern! *slips out of his arms and runs to the door hurrying out* …

Delvin: *offered to guard them as an apology from the guild, suddenly walks in holding Wyrm under his arm* caught him. Surprisingly hard to keep ahold of him.

Taliesin: *sighs* you have no idea. *takes the small dunmer from him* thank you again for keeping watch…

Delvin: From everything you told me, it’s the least I can do. Especially since he’s enthirs boy… *looks at wyrm, then Caryalind, then voryn as the poorly chimer rests* Lot of valuable people in this room, and a lot of people in this city alone who’d benefit from doing them harm… You have my word I’ll keep you safe from them.

Taliesin: thank- WYRM!!

Wyrm: *slipped out of his shirt and making a break for it again*

*1 hour later*

Wyrm: *still tipsy but no longer intent on streaking down to the ratway again, now trying to get comfortable against Taliesin as the alcohol keeps him wide awake* … *shifts a little in the high elfs arms earning a soft moan in response, his lover fast asleep and clearly enjoying being in a real bed after days on the road*

???: the boss find anyone for the goldenglow job yet?

Delvin: Goldenglow? Nah. Even lovely Vex barely made it out of there alive.

Wyrm: huh?… *shifts to get up only for Taliesin to hug him closer* …aw biscuits…

???: I could do it-

Delvin: absolutely not sapphire. You’re great with a blade but there’s hundreds of mercs crawling that place. If you get caught who knows what they’ll… they’ll do to you… I don’t want you to go through that again.

Sapphire: *sighs* I know… but who else is willing to try it then? All you have to do is burn the bee hives right?

Delvin: and get the documents out of the safe that Maven wants. Vex tried going in through the sewer route but got caught on her way in… barely made it out alive.

Wyrm: … *looks back at Taliesin then down at the dwarven spider in his bag* pssst. Mr wrench.

Mr wrench: *activates and sprawls out his legs* ???

Wyrm: *slides out of taliesins arms putting a pillow there before pulling on his robes and boots* I’m done making everyone protect me. *picks him up and walks to the window, peering out of it nervously before climbing out onto the roof* We’ll be back before they wake up.

Mr wrench: *suddenly pops his legs up making them spin around rapidly as another two poke down for handles*

Wyrm: *grabs on as the spider takes flight, the magicka within the spinning blades strong enough to carry him off of the roof, and out of the city to a little bee farm in the middle of the lake* let’s go.

*meanwhile down in the ratway*

Nerevar: *sheaths his sword kicking the severed head of a thalmor agent out of the way as he walks to a heavy iron door* Esbern!!! By order of the blades I demand you open this door or I’ll break it down myself!!!

Esbern: *from the other side of the door* what? Who on nirn are you?! Go away!

Nerevar: *eye twitching as he pulls his lance from his back* Boethia. Guide me.

[kiddoryder]

Twin Talk

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been a while since I wrote a fanfic. Been busy with life. I actually do like Blitzo’s sister Barbie Wire. I actually hope we get to see more of her soon.

This story is about Barbie meeting my OC Liz.

So relax and enjoy the story!

Barbie - “Satan fucking damn it! Why the fuck Blitzo had to come in and ruined my fucking life?!”

After the camp site incident, Barbie now lost her supplier. When she told her boss what happened, he actually decided not to fire her. The reason? Because he didn’t wanna bother looking for another employee that can get weeks. While Barbie is grateful she didn’t get fired, she now has to deliver meds in Sloth. Which sucks because sometimes the customers are rude as hell, too lazy to remember what they order, and don’t give enough tips.

Today Barbie just had to deliver meds to the St. An hospital. Barbie has the bag of meds in her bag and was waiting impatiently for the elevator to open. The elevator ding and opened. Barbie checked the bag and it said “To Liz M. Room 345”.

Barbie - *pissed* “Can’t believe I’m fucking stuck delivery med to some snot nose little brat. She has fucking parents, why can’t they fucking give her meds?!”

The elevator ding and it left Barbie at the floor she was supposed to be at. Barbie left the elevator and was surprised how the hallway actually looked more fancier. It had golden apple design taperary, statues of Lucifer, and his logo.

Barbie - *confused* “What the fuck? Why the hell is the kid on this fancy ass floor? Is this the floor I’m suppose to be on?”

Barbie looked at the bag twice and noticed the note was a little smidge, but it clearly said: VIP. Which everybody knows it means Very Important Person. Wanting to finish the job just to get over it, Barbie just walked down the hall and saw room 345.

Barbie opened the door and saw Liz resting in a hospital bed. Looking tired and exhausted. Barbie's eyes also widen in shock because she recognizes the red cheeks and skin.

Barbie - *shocked* “Holy shit! Are you Lucifer’s kid?”

Liz - “Huh? No. Lucifer is my Uncle.”

Barbie - “Huh. Never did I think I would see royal blue blood in a dump like this.”

Liz - “Well I needed my appendix out. It was either here or let it explode into little tiny pieces. And that would have ended ugly.”

Barbie - *chuckles* “Nice to see you have some sense of humor. The name Barbie Wire.”

Liz - “Barbie Wire? Were your parents drunk when they named you that?”

Barbie - *chuckles* “Most likely my father. The guy could drink 2 or 3 bottles of booze like it was water.”

Liz - “Huh. He would have been good friends with my Dad. He always likes to drink wine.”

Barbie - “My Dad was more into cheap booze shit. He called wine “fancy pissed water that royal blue blood fuckers drinks.”

Liz - *giggled* “My name is Liz.”

Barbie - “Nice to meet you. So, where is your parents' kid?”

Liz - “My dad had to go to work, and so did my mom. But they promise to come back later.”

Barbie - *a little uncomfortable* “So…You’re all alone?”

Liz - “Well not really. I mean I’ll be okay.”

Barbie was having a strange feeling inside of her. What was it? Was it sadness? Uncomfortable? Or was it feeling bad for somebody? Either way, she didn’t want Liz to be by herself. Barbie looked at her watch and see how she actually have a lot of time for herself.

Barbie - “Ya know what? I’ll give you some company.”

Liz - “Don’t you have to go back to work?”

Barbie - “Eh. Those assholes can wait. I got lot of time.”

Liz - “Yeah. I heard the people in sloths are lazy bums.”

Barbie - *chuckles* “You're telling me. The receptionist claimed she couldn’t read or write yet she still did it anyway.”

Liz - “I guess she drank for breakfast.”

Barbie - *laughs* “That’s a good one! I like people with my kind of sense of humor.”

Liz - *laughs* “Well I am part of the Carny Rangers.”

Barbie - “Carny Rangers?”

Liz - “It’s a kid scout but it's a circus theme. You have fun, earn badges, and learn some circus trick shit.”

Barbie - “Oh I actually know some circus tricks. I actually worked at a circus once.”

Liz - “That must have been a dream come true.”

Barbie - “Yeah it wasn’t bad. I mean I did the tightrope, acrobat shit, it was actually pretty fun.”

Liz - “Yeah my twin sister and I love circus stuff.”

Barbie - *confused* “Twin sister?”

Liz - “Yeah. I have a twin sister name Sonya. She was resting in the mind house.”

Sonya came out in shadow and waved at Barbie. Barbie almost fell out of the chair she was sitting on.

Barbie - *shocked* “What the fuck is that thing?!”

Liz - *annoyed* “Heh ya deaf or blind? Or both? This is my twin sister Sonya.”

Barbie - “Why the fuck is she a shadow?!”

Liz - “We are a Gemini.”

Barbie - “A Gemi-what?”

Liz - “Gemini. It is a rare gift where two twins share the same body thanks to the Gemini star.”

Barbie - “What sort of fucking gift is that? If anything you should get rid of that shit.”

Liz - *offended* “Excuse me?”

Barbie - “Twin sibling are nothing but fucking shit-heads who fuck up your life.”

Liz - “Don’t you dare talk about my sister that way!”

Barbie - “Look, I’m only giving you advice because having a sibling, especially a twin known to screw you over.”

Liz - *angry* “Look you bitch, you know nothing about my sister so there’s no way I’m gonna get rid of her!”

Barbie - *angry* “I’m just trying to help you!”

Liz - *angry* “I don’t need your fucking help you-“

Then all of a sudden, Liz felt a pain in her stomach. Barbie looks concerned for her. Even Sonya looked worried for her sister.

Barbie - “Hey kid are you okay?”

Liz - *groans in pain* “Y-Yeah.”

Sonya knows when her sister is lying thanks to the pain on Liz’s face. Sonya gently moved Liz’s hand and saw that the stitches popped and was bleeding again.

Sonya - “Oh crap! Her stitches came out!”

Barbie saw that despite being in her shadow form, Sonya grabbed a towel and gently put it on Liz’s sides. Barbie looking worried and said:

Barbie - “Hey! We need a fucking doctor in here now!”

A minute later, a doctor came in and helped and fixed the stitches. Barbie was standing in the hallway waiting to see if Liz is okay. Then 15 minutes later, the doctor left and Barbie went back inside the room. Barbie then noticed Liz still looked tired and in pain and realized she still had Liz’s meds. Barbie took some pills out of the bottle, got a cup of water and handed it to Liz.

Barbie - “Here. You need this.”

Liz - *take a deep breath* “Thanks.”

Liz took the meds and drank some water. Barbie had that strange feeling again when she saw that Liz was alone. Barbie hated having those feelings again. She took a seat next to Liz’s bed and said:

Barbie - “Sorry kid.”

Liz - “For what? You basically saved my life right now.”

Barbie - “With the help of your sister of course. I'm sorry for what I said earlier. It's just that…I had a bad experience with a twin.``

Liz - “Wait, you have a twin sister?”

Barbie - “Actually a twin brother. Blitzo.”

Liz - *eyes widen* “Holy crap! I know him, he’s a friend of mine and my sister.”

Barbie - *scoff* “You would have been better off not knowing him. Bastard ruined my life.”

Liz - “How?”

Barbie took a deep breath and began to tell Liz everything. How the fire happened on Fizz’s birthday, the firework explosion, Fizz getting badly hurt, Blitzo and Barbie mom’s death, the circus being burnt down, etc. Liz and Sonya were actually listening and was surprised how Blitzo actually had a dark past.

Barbie - “….And just when I was getting my life together, he just had to show up and fuck my life all over again!”

Liz - “Man…Sound brutal dude. But don’t you think you were hard on him too?”

Barbie - *offended* “What?! He’s the one that screwed my life!”

Liz - “So what? You honestly thought he was like “Oh! I’m gonna start a fire and hurt everybody and kill my mom! Tra lalalala!”

Barbie - “…No. But it was still his fault! He should have saved our mother!”

Liz - “Why didn’t you save her or your dad?”

Barbie - “We tried! But we couldn’t do it…”

Liz - “So you guys couldn’t do this, but Blitzo can? Does that make sense to you?”

Barbie - “Well…You know how long it took for me to finally get clean and get a job?!”

Liz - “Come on dude that was your choice to do those drugs. He didn’t give them to you or force you to take them. Besides, to me it sounds like the fire was just an accident. Have you ever even ask him how he felt about it?”

Those words hit Barbie like a ton of bricks: she was so wrapped up in her pain and feelings, she never even bothered to ask her own brother about the accident. But that still didn’t change that he was the reason their circus and home burnt down.

Liz - “Beside, put yourself in his shoes…Well, boots actually: if he was the one in rehab and left and you tried to reach out to him, but Blitzo coldly turned you away. Wouldn’t you feel hurt that your own twin is turning you away?”

Barbie stood in silence. For a kid, Liz is rather wise. Barbie just crossed her arms and looked down on the floor. It’s like she wants to admit that Liz was right, but at the same time, Barbie is still angry and hurt by what her brother did.

Liz - “One more thing. Siblings aren’t perfect. I mean my twin sister Sonya maybe an annoying nerd *Sonya give her a disapprove look* but I love her. I wouldn’t trade her for the world. Just because there are some bad times, doesn’t mean there’s no good ones. I mean Blitzo really does care about you. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have tried to find you.”

Barbie’s eyes widened. She never thought of it like that. Blitzo was finding her because that’s her twin brother. Her other half. He cared about her unlike their drunk goat of a father who didn’t even bother to visit. Maybe deep down she was just blaming Blitzo to cover up her own shame and guilt for not saving their mother and getting hooked on drugs.

Barbie - *doubtful* “What if…It’s too late to make up?”

Liz - “It’s never too late. Just because some years past, doesn’t mean it had to stop. You can still be in each other life for as young as you lived.”

Barbie - *smiles* “Thanks for the advice kid. Sorry for acting like a bitch.”

Liz - “Eh. I met bigger bitches then you. I mean, have you met Verosika?”

They both laugh at this. Then Barbie looked at her watch and said:

Barbie - “Hey I gotta go. *write down something on a piece of paper* here’s my number if you ever wanna talk again. But I’ll come by tomorrow.”

Liz - *smiles* “Thanks dude.”

They both wave bye to each other Barbie begins to walk out of the hospital. She looked at her phone and started to look at some old pictures. It was old pictures of her and her family spending time together. Then she saw ones of her and Blitzo as kids playing together, doing circus acts, playing pranks, etc. Barbie then had tears in her eyes and the tears fell on her phone.

She didn’t want to cry in front of Liz. But Liz’s words hit her through the heart: she turned away Blitzo, the only person who cared about her beside their mom. She wasted so much time being angry and blaming him, that she forgot about the good times she had with her brother. Deep down, she missed her brother, but felt like it was too painful to see him.

Now knowing what to do, Barbie began to go to her block page, unblocked the only person on it, and began to call. It took a few minutes and then it picked up.

Blitzo - “Hello?”

Barbie - *sighs* “Hey Blitz..”

Blitzo - “Barb?! What happened? Are you okay? Did you get on that stupid drugs again? Cause I can help get you clean-“

Barbie - *annoyed* “No shithead! I *take a deep breath and calm down* I just wanted to say…I’m sorry.”

Blitzo - “No Barb, you and Nurse Annoying Vagina Mouth was right: I should of left you annoyed when you were trying to rebuilt your life and-“

Barbie - “No, it’s not just that. I’m sorry about what happened…On Fizz’s birthday.”

Blitzo - “….What about it?”

Barbie - *sighs* “I was putting too much blame on you. It was an accident. Yeah you caused it, but at the same time didn’t do it on purpose. I guess I was just so hurt and angry that Mom was gone and I was too chicken shit to save her during the fire.”

Blitzo - “Hey don’t put this on yourself, I should have saved her.”

Barbie - “No Blitz. Dad and I could have done something but you know Dad being the drunken dickhead that he is, and me well…I could have gotten help or at least tried like you did. But I just stood there and did nothing…”

Blitzo - “Barb…”

Barbie - “Worst of all, I got on those stupid drugs and turned you away when you were trying to help me…I wasted so much time…I guess I didn’t want you to be ashamed of me because how I use to be like this great circus star now I’m a wash up loser while you starting your own company and Fizz is living a fairy tale life.”

Blitzo - “Barbie you listen to me: you’re not a washed up loser. Beside Fizz, you were a great performer. You made some

mistakes, so have I, but what is important is that you get your ass up, and keep showing dickshits that you’re still the best bitch in hell!”

Barbie - *chuckles* “You have the way with words.”

Blitzo - “Well I did learn that stuff from the internet…What made you decide to talk to me again?”

Barbie - “A kid and her twin.”

Blitzo - “Nice. Hey if you want, you can always work with me and my company. We can always use the extra help.”

Barbie - “Nah. That’s your thing. I gotta find my own. Say…You’re still offering that dinner?”

Blitzo - “Yeah?”

Barbie - “I wouldn’t mind getting free food. Especially if you’re paying.”

Blitzo - “I was thinking more about dine and dash. Or fucking the waiter so we can get free meal. But that's fine too. I’ll see you there.”

Barbie - *laughs* “Okay I’ll meet you in the city.”

Blitzo - “Fantastic. And Barb? Thanks for talking to me. Love you.”

Barbie - “Love you too ya weird bastard.”

Barbie hung up and smiled. She can’t remember the last time she smiled or feeling this happy in a long time. It actually felt good talking to Blitzo and spilling her guts on how she felt. She knows that despite the many mistakes she made in her life, she can’t let it stop her from living and moving on. Her mom would want that for her. Barbie have high hopes that her life is gonna change for the better.

All thanks to the Gemini girls.

Hope you all like it!