#If i ever do this in a story you reserve the right to sock me in my hypocritical jaw

[starshiningao3]

Do you have the tiniest little nonsensical writing thing that immediately takes you out of a story and has you frowning at nothing or are you normal?

[apollyonsdarksecrets]

Let’s Start With The Basics

Part one, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six , Part Seven

Summery: She’s reserved, emotionally cut off, and spiraling down a dark path; one she can’t get out of on her own. Aaron Hotchner may be her only help, but at what cost? When he shows up to her hotel room, contact in hand, she realizes it may be more than what she bargained for.

Warning: 18+ Only MDNI SMUT. Language, BDSM, Dom Aaron, emotionally detached reader, typical CM violence, childhood trauma, abusive father figure, age gap (reader 25 Aaron 40) doesn’t line up with a specific time line, use of Y/n because story is set in 3rd person for the first half then switches POV, last name for reader is Smith,

Specific chapter warnings: blood, Reader eating, (probably incorrect) child psych evaluation, BDSM dynamic discussion, clothes shopping with the one and only Hotchner, mentioned rules and punishments, Rossi is in this chapter, mentions of Jake but not shown, a little sugar daddy Hotch?? Let me know if I’ve missed anything 💜

*~*~*~*~*~*

11 years ago

“I’m-I’m so sorry, daddy.” She cries, his grip on her wrist only tightening as she’s dragged across the hardwood floor. Her chipped nails dig into his meaty hand, trying to pry herself free the closer they get to the bathroom.

“Useless, useless fucking girl. Can’t do a damn thing right.” The smoke alarm screams behind them, smoke filling the room from the burning pan on the stove. He staggers on his feet, tugging her forward and her socks sliding across the floor. “Can’t even make my fucking dinner!” He barks, his glossy eyes staring down at her as they reach the door.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to.” A nasty sneer pulls at his chapped lips, showing yellow teeth behind a greying beard. “I can fix it, please I can.” She begs louder her eyes never leaving the door, the darkness beyond beckoning her into its grasp.

He pushes the door open, the hinges squealing as light floods the dilapidated room. Sections of the drywall are missing, revealing the pink insulation. The once white tiles are now brown, stained with years of dust and dirty, jagged and broken in many places.

“You’ll never be like your mother.” His voice is thick with grief, he’s looking at his daughter but not seeing her, instead he sees the hole his wife had left behind. “Never even wanted a daughter. Shoulda been a boy.” He propels her forward, flinging her into the room and she lands on the floor with a scream. A piece of tile coming loose, slicing deep into her thigh, blood pooling on the floor underneath her.

“Ah!” She cries, scrambling to sit up her hands slipping in the red mess underneath her. She grips at her leg, pieces of the tile sticking out of her pale flesh. “Daddy… I… ah it hurts!” She glances up at her father, his form silhouetted against the light. Her hands, sticky and covered in crimson, shake harshly as tears begin to slip along her cheeks. “Please help me.”

The door closes solidly, trapping her once more in her own hell.

Present Day

You sit rubbing at your thigh absentmindedly, the scars throbbing dully, and you wonder if it’s just all in your head. A knock at your door sets you into motion, pulling your thoughts together with a firm shake of your head. Aaron greets you with a soft smile, and your eyebrows raise in surprise. He’s dressed in a simple white long sleeve, and dark blue jeans, the most casual you’ve ever seen him.

“I didn’t know you owned anything other than a suit.” You step past him, pulling the door shut and pocketing the keycard.

“There’s a lot you’ll learn about me.” His voice holds a hint of mischief as he places a warm hand on your lower back, walking you towards the elevators a few doors down. “Come, Rossi already has our table.”

You pull up short, making him stop beside you. “Rossi? I-I thought you said we were… um… discussing what we had agreed to last night.”

“And we will, once David has left. He won’t be staying long.” Aaron starts walking again, pulling you along with him. He presses the button on the small panel and the elevator dings, metal doors sliding open. You take a deep breath before stepping in.

*~*~*~*~*~*

The steam from the eggs curl into the air as you sit down next to the older Italian man. He smiles warmly, and some of your tension starts to melt away. That is until Aaron joins you.

“That’s not all you are eating?” He sets down his plate, giving you his best ‘unit chief’ stare, his frown so deep the lines in his forehead stand out more prominently. Out of the corner of your eye Rossi smirks into his coffee but stays silent otherwise.

“It’s all I want.” You say dismissively, picking up your fork, going to stab a chunk of eggs when suddenly the plate is pulled off the table. “Hey!” But Aaron is already walking towards the breakfast buffet, huffing you slouch in your seat, knowing you look like a scolded child.

“Off to a rocky start, huh?” Your head snaps up in David’s direction, but he’s focused on the newspaper on the table. It’s opened to the daily crossword puzzle and he’s only filled in half of the blocks, his pen tapping against the table top.

“What do you mean by that?”

His honey brown eyes slide to yours, a dark eyebrow raised suggestively. You flush, heat rising to your cheeks so fast you think you might combust. He knows, and if Rossi knows, who else might be privy to your secret? Anger is suddenly building in the bottom of your stomach when a warm hand wraps around your own. “He didn’t tell me, but it wasn’t hard for an old pro to figure it out. Aaron’s only doing this to help you, there’s no shame in accepting it.”

Aaron suddenly sits across from you, setting down a plate filled with fruits and vegetables, a steaming bowl of oatmeal as the centerpiece. The aroma is heavenly as it wafts into the air, making your stomach grumble and your mouth water. “How do you know I like oatmeal?”

“Who do you think keeps the instant stuff stocked in the bullpen’s kitchen?” He smirks, watching your eyebrows furrow, before you give in, stabbing the gooey food. He digs into his own plate asking Rossi what he will be doing until it’s time to go home.”

I have an old buddy that lives just a town over, I figured now is as good a time as any to pay him a visit.” He finishes off his coffee with a sigh, scribbling in a few more letters.

“What time do we leave?” You chip in, looking to Aaron expectantly.

“Friday morning.” Hesitation drops on your shoulders like a ton of bricks, realizing that you will be alone with Aaron for three days, trying to make sense of your new dynamic. At the look of alarm on your face David asks if you’re okay.

“Y-yes I’m fine. I need to call my boarder though. See if they can watch my dog for that much longer.”

This time it’s the men who look surprised. “A dog?”

“Bruce, my six year old boxer.” You had found him wandering the trail you jogged one morning, just a scrawny little pup covered in fleas and dirt. He had walked right up to you, tail wagging so hard you thought he might fall over. Bruce had climbed up right into your arms and you knew from that day on you two would be inseparable.

“Huh.” Rossi nods, “I always pinned you for a cat girl.”

“I guess the profilers aren’t always right.” You jab with humor, smiling at him.

He laughs, shaking his head as he gathers his newspapers. “Correct you are, my dear. I’ve got to head out, you two don’t kill each other while I’m gone.” He gives you a pointed look and you shrug, feigning innocence. He bids Aaron goodbye and as he walks past he leans down, a hand on your shoulder. “Just follow the rules, kiddo.” You watch him leave, and you feel most of your ease go with him. When you turn back to the table Aaron is watching you intently.

“What?”

“I always thought you would of had something a little more exotic.”

You shrug your shoulder, leaning back in your seat. “I guess there’s a lot you’ll learn about me as well.” You throw his words back at him but he catches them well.

“Are you ready to begin?”

You set your fork down, and despite the apprehension filling your stomach you pull your shoulders back with a nod. Aaron pulls out the papers, setting them in the middle of the table. “Were you able to read any of this last night?”

You shake your head, gesturing to the paragraphs before you. “Not any of this, no… but i did skim over the rules.”

Picking the papers up you start reading as Aaron speaks. “It’s simply a legal statement protecting both of us. It states you have given your consent to the relationship, and that I will only ever do anything set within your boundaries. You will follow our established rules, which most likely won’t be what’s listed, these are just guide lines. Also that I won’t use my authority to abuse you or harm you in anyway.”

“And… this is supposed to help me, how? Just follow the rules and I’ll be right as rain?”

He frowns at your sarcasm but you hold his stair, jaw set. “When someone joins the military, they have everything provided for them. Housing, food, clothes, tools to which get the job done. These are all things that they no longer need to worry about, taking the stress off of their plates and letting them focus on their jobs and other aspects of their lives.”

You begin to understand where he is going with this, your eyes dropping away before looking back. “This is essentially what I will be doing for you. I will provide you with what you need, so that you can live your life a little easier, better yourself in both your personal life and your professional.”

“What do you mean by provide?” Your eyebrow rises, flipping to the ‘Rules’. “I thought this was staying strictly to our time outside of the office?” The thought of being found out fills you with dread, the shame and ridicule you would experience would ruin your career with the BAU.

“The relationship we develop will stay strictly after hours, as long as we are both discreet there is no reason for anyone to suspect anything. With that being said though I expect you to follow the rules to the best of your ability.”

You lean forward, your voice staying quiet despite the dining room being practically empty, the other occupants to engrossed in their own conversation to notice yours. “You keep saying relationship…” Aaron leans in as well, large hands resting just in front of your own.

“You’re a smart girl, Y/n. You must be aware of my feelings towards you.” You cheeks flush despite yourself, your lips pressing into a thin line. Aaron, though, smiles at your reaction. You never put much stock into how Aaron acted around you, or if he treated you differently than anyone else. Looking back on it all though, you can see it, how he always lingered close, his gaze always locking with yours when you would look up. Small little things that could add up to all of this.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t thought of Aaron in… that way. There is no denying how handsome he is, even with the lack of expression. He is a damn good agent, and cares for every member of his team, and the rare glimpses you’ve seen of him with his son would make any sane woman weak in the knees. But you would never let your thoughts stay too far, afraid of what they could become.

You clear your throat, leaning back and fidgeting with your silverware, the metal gleaming under the fluorescent lights as you turn your fork back and forth. “So… I’m your girlfriend then?” You’ve kicked yourself all night for not asking more questions before agreeing to this, now you’re in a legal binding relationship it seems. With none other than your drill sergeant boss.

“If that’s the easiest way for you to put this, then yes; but I need you to realize our relationship goes well beyond those things.”

“If I decide I don’t want that? That I don’t want to be under your thumb? Then what?” Your voice is sharp though you refuse to meet his gaze, your shame filling you till you’re ready to burst like an overinflated balloon.

“Then we shred this up and forget it was offered. You’ll go to therapy like we agreed last night.” You flench at the thought, sighing and titling your head back.

“Okay… but I have to ask, what do you get out of this? Aren’t you already swamped with work most of the time? And you’re a father on top of that. Isn’t ‘looking after me’ just going to add to the stress of it all?”

“I find peace with taking care of someone, it helps me as much as it will help you. It can be hard to explain everything you’ll feel but I can assure you, it’s worth the try.”

Nodding you take a deep breath. “Alright… I will still agree to the month. But don’t expect me to go falling head over heels for you Hotchner.” He laughs and it’s a warm sound, one that turns a few heads of other females in the room.

“Baby, that’s the last position you need to worry about. Now eat, we are meeting Jenny and her mother in an hour.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

The car ride to the police station is at best uncomfortable. The first ten minutes spent in utter silence until Aaron speaks. “Tell me something about yourself.” Your eyebrows raise but you don’t turn towards him, keeping your eyes focused on the road ahead as he turns the corner.

“I thought you knew everything there is to know?” You can practically feel the glare he’s giving you.

“Y/n.” His voice is a deep warning.

Sighing you tap your fingers against your leg. “I like rock music… I’m very allergic to bees and I have a weird phobia of maggots.”

“Maggots?” This time he chuckles.

“Yes… I read something about a man’s leg getting infected and when he finally went to the doctor there were… maggots living in his wound.” You shudder at the thought, squeezing your eyes shut to rid yourself of the mental imagine.

Aaron grimaces beside you, “Yeah that would do it.”

“What about you, Agent Hotchner? Any weird fears or the such?”

He takes a moment to think, and you wonder what he’s choosing that won’t give to much about himself away. “I have a scar down my back from when I tried climbing the water tower in my home town as a teenager. Fell off the ladder halfway up and into a tree.” You laugh genuinely, the thought of a young Aaron explaining that to his parents comical. “Good to see someone else can laugh at my pain.”

You roll your eyes, seeing his smile out of the corner of your vision. “Uh-huh.”

Soon enough you’re pulling into the parking lot, black and white cars surrounding the SUV as you both step out. You grab your dark green bag, hoisting it over your shoulder. Doing this job for so long you’ve perfected your methods of therapy for the children you work with. Playing and keeping their minds partially distracted as you pick out information for their evaluations has been your biggest helper. Now you carry around a bag stuffed with whatever a child may like.

Waiting in the lobby is Jenny and her mother, she’s finally had a bath, her blond hair shinny and straightened, her clothes clean. She spots you as you approach and she gives you the most tentative smile. “Mrs. Campell?” Aaron greets, holding his hand out to the mother. Carl.

Her daughter is the spitting image of her, down to the shape of their noses and the light dusting of freckles that cover their faces. “Please, just Carl.” She stands, taking Aaron’s hand. “Thank you, again so very much for finding my daughter.”

“We’re happy we could help, this is agent Smith, she is actually the one who found Jenny.” The mother turns to you with fresh tears in her eyes, and before you can extend your hand she is engulfing you in a tight hug. Awkwardly you hug her back, patting her shoulder gently.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, ma’am.”

She pulls back with a big smile, finally releasing you. Jenny stands from the bench, coming to lean against her mothers leg. “Mrs. Smith will be conducting your daughters evaluation today, and I will be finishing up some of the paper work to finalize booking process.”

You squat down to Jenny’s level, smiling sweetly. “Hi, Jenny. Do you remember me?” She nods slowly, her small fingers picking at a loose thread on her mother’s blue jeans. You take note of the unicorn on her shirt, pulling your bag to your side. “Ya know, I think I have something in here for you.” Her blue eyes dart to your bag as you rummage through it, the excess of toys making noise as the knock together catching her interest. “Ah! Here we go.” You pull out a pink and white unicorn, her face lighting up, her mouth dropping open in surprise and awe. You hand the toy over and she takes it excitedly.

“Mommy look!”

Carl smiles, passing her hand over Jenny’s hair. “Wow, what do we say, baby?”

“Thank you.” She’s missing a front tooth, the gasp giving her a little bit of a speech impediment, drawing out the ‘th’ sound.

“You are very welcome. Now, would you like to go play while your mom and Mr. Hotchner talk? We all can go into that big room right there.” You point over her shoulder to the empty meeting room, not wanting to cause any distress that may occur from being separated from her mother. Jenny nods again, her smile never faltering.

*~*~*~*~*~*

“In my professional opinion Jenny is coping very well with everything that has happened to her. That being said, either being so young she might not fully understand everything that has happened. Don’t be surprised if she’s a little more dependent on you, wanting to be near you more, sleep with you at night, and so on. She could have nightmares and if you feel like she needs therapy I can find you a list of the best in town. But you have a strong daughter, Miss. Carl.”

Carl sighs in relief, leaning back in her chair as she turns to watch her daughter. Jenny is sitting crisscross on the floor, Aaron mirroring her as she tells him all about unicorns and fairies, his attention never straying. “Thank you, I never thought this would be a fear of mine. I couldn’t eat, sleep, think straight even when she went missing. My entire world is her, and the thought of losing her was just…”

You reach out, giving her hand a firm squeeze. “Soon this will all be a distant memory.”

She mouths a last thank you as Jenny suddenly runs up to her, Aaron placing the toys back into your bag. “Mommy when is lunch?”

You all bid your goodbyes and once you are buckled into the passenger seat you let your body sag, closing your eyes. “Are you okay?” You don’t answer for a minute as Aaron starts the car, pulling away from the station.

“It’s hard sometimes.” You start, fidgeting with your fingers, “Knowing what a child has been through, then I have to judge them on their ability to cope. Kids can be so resilient, so strong, yet they are supposed to be the one thing we protect the most.”

Aaron nods, glancing at you time and again as he drives back towards the hotel. “These are the worst types of cases, and truly no one really wins in the end. The damage is done, it’s just a matter of what degree.”

You hum in agreement, finally opening your eyes to stare out the window. The sky’s are filling with grey clouds, the November air chilly and your thankful for the heat in the car. People bundled up in large coats and scarves hurry along the side walks desperately trying to get from one place to another.

“I understand it can be hard to talk about these things… but I hope in time you can come to trust me.” You finally look his way, his attention fixed on the road ahead, but one of his large hands rests on the center console, like he is thinking about reaching for you but not quiet yet.

“So um… You never showed me the last page.” You flip script easily, pushing away his sympathy.

Aaron presses his lips into a thin line before answering. “Punishments.” You laugh involuntarily, that had to be the most absurd thing you had heard since this whole thing began. But the stern look Aaron gives you when his eyes slide your way has the humor lodging itself in your throat.

“You aren’t serious?”

“How else are you supposed to learn not to break the rules?”

“Um I don’t know, tell me I broke them and I’ll do better?” You ask incredulously, lip curled up as you turn in your seat to face him. Aaron doesn’t answer you, his focus on the road ahead. “What kind of punishments? Are you gonna throw me over your knee if I miss a meal?”

“If that’s what it takes then yes, but that’s not usually the first resort. We will cross that bridge when we get there.” You roll your eyes leaning your head back against the headrest, finally noticing that he has driven right by the hotel.

“Where are we going?”

“You have gone through your clothes, we are going shopping.” He’s reading the street signs as he drives, completely unaware of the slack jawed look you are giving him.

“What? No we aren’t.” You protest.

The car slows down a busy street, pulling off into a curbside parking space. The walkways are lined with y’all buildings, department stores, restaurants, businesses, all with their warm glowing signs and bright interior lights. Aaron turns to you fully, the same stern expression he always wears in place. “You’ve run through your clothes, you wore that shirt two days ago with a different pair of bottoms. In fact, I’ve only ever seen you wear the same four pairs of slacks, one grey pencil skirt that you constantly fight with, and six blouse.”

“So? I like to keep it simple, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“You need new clothes, and it’s either I take you to get them, so you can pick them out and try them on, or you can give me your sizes and I will do the shopping for you.” You press your lips into a thin line, glaring at him. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“I don’t have the money to go shopping, Hotch.” You finally relent, realizing he isn’t going to give up, so you have to give him a reason to.

Aaron’s frown softens, and he’s reaching out, taking your chin in between his fingers. You hold your breath, reliving last nights feelings all over again as he leans in. The space in the SUV suddenly seems so small, so compact with the both of you this close. “Baby, I didn’t ask you if you had money. I told you I would help take care of you and that includes clothing. Do you understand?”

“But-.” You begin, only to have his grip tighten, tilting your face down slightly so your forced to look up to keep eye contact.

“No more arguing. Grab your jacket it’s cold outside.”

[cowandcalf]

Feeback Fest 2024: H50 Fic Recs

For International Fanworks Day, February 15 (for more information see this post by @transformativeworks)

Thank you, babe @stephmcx because of your great fic rec list I noticed this amazing Fic Rec Day! I'm not often on Tumblr anymore scrolling and discovering interesting things and I miss the interaction with other fandom folks. And here you are, posting a great fic rec list of the most epic OTP ever: Steve and Danny.

I have my McDanno 'go-to' fics I love dearly but for this list I put together a different number of McDanno stories from my bookmarks. I hope some of you haven't read them already. Maybe there's a chance you find an unknown great McDanno story. All of my recommanded stories always act like a large safety net of love I let myself fall into when I need those special, unique, and most magic McDanno vibes.

1.Blue Shorts and Gloves by WeirdoOfTheCentury - Summary: Danny... well Danny is Danny. Stella is a protective Sister and both Steve and herself wanna commit a crime when it comes to Danno. @shadowhunterdownworlderhybrid

2.Touch My World With Your Fingertips by kristen999 - Summary: Danny has plans for Steve when he returns home from his reserve drill.

3.More Than Words, Part One by Candy_A - Summary: The first chapter in a series based on the events that follow Danny's rescue from Colombia (Episode 5.17). In this installment, Danny returns to Hawaii and he and Steve begin to cope with the reality of Danny's ordeal there. (Nine parts belong to this outstanding series)

4.See You Tomorrow by bgharison - Summary: "When we were leaving the office, I said, ‘see you tomorrow’ to Chin and Kono, and they said, ‘yeah, see you tomorrow'. I said, ‘see you tomorrow’ to you, and you said, ‘goodnight’, And 'goodnight' sounded like 'goodbye', okay?""I wasn't saying goodbye," he said, finally. But he kept his eyes fixed on the water.

5.Why don't you try me? by azziria - Summary: Steve and Danny both want the same thing, they just don't know it yet.

6.Back To Back (They Faced Each Other) by harrycrewe - Summary: Danny didn’t even realize that Steve was a sentinel when they first met. That probably said a lot right there about what kind of a guide Danny was.

7.Like Death and Taxes by ariadnes_string - Summary: "One of these days," Steve growled, voice low and rough and filthy, "I'm gonna rip this thing off you and gag you with it." (That's my very first McDanno fanfic I read.)

8.Moments In The Skript by joannereads - Summary: Hello all! So, over the last few years I have dreamed of a few scenarios before, during and after the events of The Script. I wanted to add to it, but never found the time, so now I'm making a point of doing it. I'll add to this as and when I have time or the muse is singing. Some of the stories will be teen and up, some explicit. Hope you enjoy! (RPF)

9.Close To Me by joannereads - Summary: Danny Williams is 17. Steve McGarrett is 26. They all live in Hawaii. And their lives are about to get really, really messy. Because Steve? Steve's his brother's best friend.

10.Sock Monkey by Cattraine - Summary: He’s late; he’s running late when the call comes in. One minute he’s sitting at a traffic light on a perfect day on his way to work, bemoaning his lack of coffee and the next he’s screeching the Camaro’s tires towards the accident, heart pounding, keeping perfect time with the chant in his head. No, no, no. It can’t be.

[therealslimshakespeare]

hello, hello! I really adore your writing, they are *chefs kiss* Can I ask on what's your thought of the MOTA boys with someone who has a poor sense of time and sees large lengths of time as too brief for them to form meaningful connections? Meaning that when they went into some sort of things for several years, they thought it was just that and went on with their life, not knowing that they remember every single thing that has happen. (This was based on the character called Frieren from Frieren: Beyond Journey's End. I'm not sure if you watch anime, but it's a really good show! and I may or might not will use it for my new ideas on the new MOTA fic I'm currently working on, hehehehehe- )

Anywho, sorry if this went off rails, I just woken up briefly then my brain remembered of your exquisite writing and just thought 'Hey, how about we send an ask?' Yeah, very randomly, it happens every day.

Have a nice day! -Sincerely, Akatsuki (*✧×✧*)

Oh this is massively interesting -perhaps more so because I have never watched anime, legit know next to nothing about anime and this entire plot is new and a bit nebulous to me. Very interesting premise, for sure, my friend.

I hope I understand it, and in so far as I do, am happy to try to attempt it. We are talking about a character who lives longer or has a sense of time that is longer than the men they connect with? Yes? So their bond is stronger than the character’s? I hope that’s right, going off of that, here are my rambling thoughts. Very much my gut reaction for each boy, I don’t know if this feel remotely true to them. 😏

John Egan: a man who tries very hard to convince himself he is the personification of easy come, easy go. Nothing could be further from the truth, however, for he is devoted and invested in people and he was in you. looking back on it he’ll find no fault in you leading him on -he’ll lay his hidden heartbreak squarely to account with himself and his oh so eager devotion. But make no mistake, he’s a bit devastated it wasn’t reciprocated fully

Gale Cleven: won’t really be the same ever again, because he thought it was something and he doesn’t go around making something of nothing. So he’s rather blindsided and betrayed by the fact that intimacy isn’t shared. Don’t think he’ll blame you or be bitter in any way, but he may wonder if he ever knew you, and become a bit more resigned and reserved than even before.

Rosie Rosenthal: a tenacious man, he won’t agree with you and honestly? It comes out in loving frustration that hides some heart sickness. This one will probably call or contact you for years after, even if it’s just to check in, even if he’s sure you really meant your “no”. His attachment wasn’t conditional and it was a life sentence

John Brady: thinks about you at 2:37 AM on a Wednesday when he can’t sleep and he’s packed his pipe and he’s sat on his front porch in his new life with his new people and his new job in a new world and for all that, it feels like you never left and that old closeness he thought you shared is as tangible as ever for a split second in the dead of night -if only in his mind

Benny Demarco: full on proposed to you and that ring is still rattling around in his sock drawer as if to haunt him. Most days tho, he thinks of you fondly and with less pain as the years go by. You’ll be in the stories he tells his grandchildren, but always as lovely and innocuous as a fairy

Alex Jefferson: can never stop drawing you, every commission and every little sketch, wether of a patterned tree trunk or an armchair -always your face finds its way in it somehow, showing up like a motif again and again amidst lead swirls and domestic scenes. Some things aren’t meant to be, he knows, doesn’t mean he loved you any less for it

[purplelupins]

ok hi hello im back and have read the new chapter twice haha

obviously excellent, enjoyed the entire thing!! ive found your deviations from the show super interesting in that they are realistic enough that i don't even question it while reading; and it keeps me guessing despite knowing the story so well already. it also gives you so much room to yank my beating heart out with moments like ali :'(. (i love it don't ever stop)

FAV SPECIFIC MOMENTS TIME WHOOT WHOOT

"John finished and closed his eyes as he found his patience for you."

there's a headstone just in front of me that reads "your dignity". this sentence is engraved on it.

the idea of having the space to be the feral, scared animal i am? and him just being a steady, patient man waiting for the panicked lamb in his arms to stop writhing? good lord. i dont know how you read my mind so well but damnit you did!! there's of course more to be said about him (a damned man) reaching out to god still to find strength to deal with his charge, but this section is plenty long enough haha.

"but he knelt in front of you and tucked the blanket around your hips and thighs, then began putting the socks on your feet like it was the most normal thing in the world."

i see you!!! you thought you could sneak a feet washing as a metaphor for love reference in here and i wouldn't notice!! you fool! but seriously this is wonderfully subtle and ties in SO SO well with when John talks about the similarities in his own company he preferred to keep and Jesus's.

it's from the first episode, "No, he seemed to go straight for those folks who weren’t in a state of grace. They were his favorite people, turns out. They were the ones he called friends." another excellent example of how well you characterize him, and evidence of the dedication put in to this fic! :3 (had me also digging through screenplays to get accurate dialog lol)

less specific but still moments i want to mention!

all of the hunter/prey metaphors and references are done so nicely and perfectly encapsulate the raw, slow build of panic that flanagan brings to his works. <3

every time there is a nod to the creature that john is now i am squealing and kicking my feet. the idea of being the one person he'd really struggle but force himself to restrain it around is downright delicious. it's also no longer he that is holy and being tempted, he is tainted and being tautned by divinity in his own living room. which of course is such tasty angst i have to approve.

also every time john would be over the moon excited about something and have to choke it down lest he spook his lamb, perfection.

and finally, the sunrise. he would have stayed there and that drives me up the wall. the battle of wills that happens is so good, and it ending with acceptance is beautiful. and terrifying for what it could possibly foreshadow (≖_≖ ).

but no matter how it ends i will be SAT i am loving this story and cannot wait to see where you take it! its been like a real solid meal i can sink my teeth into :)!

ok thank you once again and im now off to hide in a cave after sending you this essay (please tell me if it's weird btw) lmao - 🌟c

I don’t think you understand. I am SQUEALING.

I don’t even know where to start but just the fact that you clocked so much of the subtle things that I put into my writing to build different emotions and connections has me so giddy.

Ah yes. I too am completely and absolutely feral for the patience of a man. And John has much of it.

I’ve been really enjoying their back and forth with each other too. Just him trying to be so reserved and slow with her while she’s really trying to trust him because he’s all she really has right now to help her through this. Their little moments of togetherness I think really shows how humans truly do desire some kind of connection.

Ngl I screamed a little when I saw you noticed the sock/foot thing. Didn’t think anyone would notice. She truly is his saving grace and he is going to give her the best possible care he can, even if she doesn’t like it.

I am over the moon and just wiggling in my seat with happiness. Thank you thank you thank you for all of your thoughtful analysis and comments and thank you for being here to read it!!!

Please don’t feel weird about sending me long asks or comments, they are really what keep me going and writing because without the feedback it’s just like sending writing into a black hole! I love you so much for sending me all this truly!!

-Nora

[rroechan]

Messrs. Shipwright & Seuss

Magic detective OCs

me rambling below (theres a lot)

originally, they were hp fan characters, with houses, wands, patronuses and everything but for varying reasons, they evolved past that and I basically made up a whole world, similar but not entirely. a Lot of changes were just me fixing and then adding waaay too much detail into the magic system (because I go rabid for world building)

eg. i threw that whole witch = girl, wizard = boy thing FAR out the window. Those are basically titles now that classifies what sort of magic user are you. Regular peeps are Mages, 'Wizard' is basically like a phd, Witches are homeschooled, Warlocks are the equivalent to 'fucked around, found out'. I could go more in depth if ppl r interested,,,

Dr.Shipwright

one on the right

pseud Jeers Shipwright, real name Noah Silkryce

Holds the title of wizard, is an actual genuine doctor whom specialises in the treatment and study of magic cores (a magic user's source of magic located very literally inside their bodies)

he lives in the two story apartment above the storefront thats basically their detective office

his apartment is meant for like a family of 4 but he has So Many Books. Even copies of the same book because theyre "collector's edition" or something other. My god, one quarter of his collection is untouched and still in their packaging because he hasnt finished the ones hes already opened yet.

He'll read about anything you throw at him but he enjoys fiction the most

Eccentric (read, i projected all of my neurodivergence onto him)

aside from loving books to no end, he also enjoys wearing funky patterns. different coloured & patterned socks, arcade floor pants, etc etc. Even at a funeral, if you looked close enough, his necktie has black cat patterns on it.

(He started doing it cause one of his favourite book characters did it. Perseus is ever grateful Noah didnt pick up the character's accent as well)

he looks charming but has nearly zero social skills. Best part is that its not that he doesnt try, he just doesnt bother with it. he leaves all the talking part to Perseus

Mr. Seuss

one on the left

pseud Seuss Dreammaker, real name Perseus O. Coy

Originally part of the Magic Police but left to join Noah in becoming a detective duo. He still retains some favorability from the magic police, specifically the current police chief whom he used to apprentice under.

She, the police chief, is one of the ways the two get their cases

While Noah uses a wand for most magic, Perseus uses a foil sword disguised as a cane

the magic police use magic swords.

Perseus also just. Knows fencing cause hes from a pureblood richie magic family

yea theres blood politics in this too but in the timeline, its cooled waaay the fuck down by the time Noah and Perseus got out of secondary school

coming from a pureblood family, his tastes lean a bit more to the expensive side, especially for food.

him and his parents travelled a lot thus Perseus having a very broad flavour pallette. At some point he'd began his own secret little food journal rating and writting down dishes and recipes he's picked up. (he learnt how to cook purely because the school food was far too bland. Just imagine younger him as that one person on tiktok who cooked a wellington in their dorm)

He acts plenty reserved but he can be very excitable when it comes to new things, not just food. Though, he doesn't show it well unless prompted to.

"Decorum, remember decorum" old lessons die hard. His form of being excited or interested is just very subdued, Noah is always first to notice and will push Perseus into trying something.

I wanted to say that Noah is "La la la la" and Perseus is "Ok ok ok ok" but I failed to clarify that they're both cousins, related by their great-grandparents. This isn't something I threw in, this is relevant to the plot and how they meet each other

one last fun fact abt these two: they're technically legacy characters based off my other hp ocs who are like, great-grand uncle and aunts to these two.

its a nightmare, its insanity, but its very funny to me

[lezdomstories]

Nice has Nothing to Do with it [Completed] Chapter III

Copyright © 2022 by EggWhites

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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Story synopsis: Jenna, twenty-four, alone and unable to find a job, finds herself homeless. Still struggling with the fact that she has to go to her sister hat in hand, she finds herself a savoir, who happens to be the nicest girl she ever met. It doesn't take her much time to figure out that nice has nothing to do with it.

Hope you like it.

EggWhites

My relief dimed when the footsteps stopped too soon, which made me realize she hadn’t reached the kitchen, but was standing somewhere behind my chair. My skin went numb with fear, before I felt something touch my back. “Come on,” I whined, my fear making my tone weak shaky and pathetic. “What are you doing?” I turned.

“Relax!” she chuckled at my nervousness. “Just inch forward a bit. Need to get something from under you.”

“Oh.” My relief didn’t allow me to suspect her intentions, or to ask the very logical question of what in hell’s name would she want to get from under me. So I did what she said and shifted my butt forward slightly.

Her hands moved down, and for a couple of seconds, nothing. Then a sharp pain erupted between my butt cheeks, forcing me to leap to my feet as I yelped.

“What are you—AHhhh.”

The crotch of my panties felt like a fucking saw between my cheeks as Kris kept pulling them up by the waistband. I stood at the tips of my toes to lessen the pain, but she only clutched my panties and pulled harder up in response.

“Kris—”

My toes left the ground and I shrieked as she gave a determined giggle and literally lifted me up by my panties.

As my hands held my crotch as if it would help the pain, I barley I managed to scream at her between my whines of pain. “Put me down—Kris Putt me down now!”

“Who’s recliner is this?” She gave a tired chuckle as she kept me up.

“YORUS—FUCKING YOURS Alright.”

“You gonna sit on it again—”

“NO.”

“Good.” She let go, letting me fall forward and land on my hands and knees.

I stayed down there, my eyes teary from pain. My ass and crotch burned hot, so the first thing I did was shoving my hand inside my pants and digging out my panties from between my cheeks and poor petal.

Kris was behind me busy catching her breath all the while chuckling at my high-pitched whines. She was chuckling as if we were two little girls who just had the most entertaining playtime. Then she controlled her laughter enough to say. “Now go get me my beer.”

Like a fucking dog running to fetch a ball, I scampered to my feet in the kitchen’ direction and she kicked my butt with her socked foot as she giggled. “That’s right run blondie.”

I sniffled as I moved hysterically in the kitchen, flinging the fridge’s door open and snatching a can of beer out and then running back, the only thing motivating me being the want to run back to our room before I burst into tears in front of her, which was the last thing I wanted, to show her that she managed to make me cry like a baby.

I had barely rushed out of the kitchen when she said, “In a glass dummy. Add ice too.” so I ran back the way I came and did what she said. I was still half-running half-limping cause of the fire in my crotch when I reached her couch, and I tripped.

The glass stayed miraculously in my hand, but its content spilled all over, soaking into the carpet. “Fuck’s sake—” She scoffed at me. “You know how much that carpet costs.”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

“Well clean it up you moron.” She pushed my head with her foot to get me moving, and I did. I bolted to the kitchen and returned with some washing liquid and a cloth.

I started rubbing in silence and hoped she’d leave me alone; no such luck though.

She tutted above me. “Clumsy idiot…spilling beer all over my carpet. You should’ve told me what a brainless pain in the ass you’ll end up being. I would’ve thought twice about inviting you here.”

Her furious words didn’t match her half-firm half-playful tone. And while I rubbed, the mere seconds I glanced up I saw her trying to hide a smile. I knew she was joking around but I still felt like crap, and plus, as stupid as it may sound, I still felt a bit guilty about messing up her carpet. I was sniffling by that point.

“What are you—” She bent down to get a better look at my face. “What are you crying? Crybaby.” The enjoyment in her words vanished, replaced by concern. “Tough girl you are huh.” I looked up at her to see her wrinkled face and pursed lips, as if she realized she had went a bit too far, which for some reason made me feel worse. “…Don’t cry.”

That did it. Not giving a shit about the dirty carpet anymore, I left the cloth and stormed to my room fighting tears, waling pathetically back at her as I slammed the door behind me. “Asshole.”

I threw myself on bed and buried my face in the mattress. If there had been an ounce of respect left for me in this house, it had disappeared now. She got to me. One wedgie and a spilled drink on the floor and she made me cry like a baby.

Worst thing was that I couldn’t make up my mind about her. She looked genuinely concerned about upsetting me at the end. She made me feel bad about acting like a baby, even though she was the one acting like a cunt. Here’s an idea, you don’t want to upset me, Don’t fucking bully me.

I had barely managed to dry my soggy face when she opened the door and walked in. I was sitting with my back against the headboard. She stood there in silence, like she was just evaluating the situation, seeing how mad I still was, before she felt safe to walk in.

She shuffled on her feet a bit, figuring out what to say, before she said, “Howdy there—”

“Fuck you.”

“Yeah that’s fair.” Her face wrinkled as she looked away. “Look I don’t know what happened there. But it seems you’re a bit too…”

My face fell from indifference to shock. Was she really gonna put this on me?

“Sensitive than I thought.” She nodded.

“…”

My mouth gaped as I was about to argue with her, but I halted, cause eventually, she was right. When it comes down to it, she was rougher around the edges than I was, and I couldn’t handle it. I was nice. She wasn’t.

It looked like I wasn’t the only one who sucked at apologies. She kept standing there for the better half of a minute, just looking around the room, before she leaned against her closet and said, “So how about you put some clothes on so we could go out shopping or something.”

With my eyes narrowed and my arms crossed, I struggled to keep the smile off my face. “You’re buying me off?”

“……Kinda.”

“…” I thought about it for a bit, before I said, “And I get to sit on the chair!”

“Yeah,” She shrugged, “You can sit wherever.” She said it as if it didn’t matter to her; it probably never did. “Get dressed.” She walked out the room.

All in all, this wasn’t such a bad day. Coming back home from the mall felt like I was a kid on Christmas. The last year or so had been the hardest financially, and cause I could barely afford a place to live in and something to eat at the end of the day, I gave up a ton of the things I used to enjoy…which mostly consisted of food.

I didn’t want to look greedy, but she didn’t seem to mind, and she was buying me off after all. So I loaded up on chips, chocolate bars, candy, coke and pretty much anything else I felt like it could go with my next Netflix binge.

That was all what I asked for, but Kris, weirdly, suggested we buy some clothes. I felt like it was to much to ask for her, since I had some, but she suggested it, and I wasn’t a saint to refuse. By the end of it, I had a whole new wardrobe, but the only problem was …I hadn’t picked a single piece of it. Frankly, she appeared more excited about the shopping spree than I was. I didn’t mind it that much, as her taste was great, and it felt rude for me to say anything, considering she was paying and all.

But there were things that we bought that I would never even wear, including a pair of pink five-inch heels. I protested that one a bit more, and kept protesting until she basically kneeled in front of me in the store and told me let her put it on my foot. I couldn’t protest after that, cause one, her act surprised me, and two, for a change, I liked the small pleasure of having her put a shoe on me. It flattered my recently stained dignity a bit.

As she picked more and more clothes for me, I tried to say it as a joke one time and chuckled, “Are we buying for you or for me?” She froze for a bit when I said that, then shrugged and said, “I mean… I’m the one who’ll have to look at you wearing them right?” And with that she handed me a one-piece black lingerie to head toward the changing rooms with, staying true to her habit of slapping me playfully on the butt as I walked away.

That night I was lying down in bed with my head occupied by a single thought that I should’ve probably realized way earlier. Kris had a crush on me.

I remembered all her strange teasing looks she’d been giving me since the day I had met her. Her over-the-top interest in my life. But I doubted her bullying had anything to do with it…maybe it did, but it could still be just her personality, or she could just be a strange person who just happened to be nice enough to allow me to live rent free, or not. Cause frankly, she didn’t care that much about chores. She only seemed to mention it to keep me busy from job-hunting, or to pick on me. I don’t know. But something told me she just wanted me to live with her and didn’t care about much else.

That mere possibility of her having feelings for me got me thinking about what I’d been feeling; that fucked up urge I had whenever she bullied me. Did she feel the same about that? Did she like doing it to me? I didn’t let myself think about it for long, cause the answers didn’t matter. I wasn’t a lesbian. And even if I was, if there was some little part of me that actually liked to be treated like crap, then I wanted to kill it. Cause what normal girl would feel any kind of pleasure from being manhandled in such a degrading way.

With all of that in mind, I became sure that the best thing to do was to keep as far of a distance as I could from Kris.

Because of that, the following weeks proceeded kind of uneventfully. If she hanged out in the living room, I’d hang out in the bedroom, and vice versa. Still confidant that she was a good person—at some level—I tried not to make it that obvious that I didn’t want to spend time with her. I knew she hanged out in the living room when she came back from the gym or wherever she would be spending her day, so as soon as I would hear the keys clanking, I would run to the bedroom. If she felt like working or painting on her tab in bed, I would just go out and watch something on TV, saying that I didn’t want to distract her, or just head out and hang out with Ray at the bar.

But she wasn’t stupid. She knew I was keeping my distant, and she didn’t try to hide her annoyance. The rare times we talked to each other, when she’d suggest we watch a movie together or something and I would give her some lame excuse, she’d just… nod at me indifferently and say, “cool.” And her face would be so emotionless that it was obvious she was far from cool.

She gave me a harder time with chores, and she tried to boss me around—or bossed me around, considering I always did what she said. We would be in different rooms and she’d call for me, “Hey Jenna fix me up a sandwich or something. I’m starving here.” And I would leave whatever I would be doing and go fix her a sandwich. It wasn’t like I liked being bossed around, but if this was the worst revenge in response to me cutting her off, she could order me around as much as she wanted.

And there were those… uncalled for gestures. Like the kick up the ass whenever we crossed paths—she only did it harder now—after which I would look back at her and she’d just give me a blank look like she was saying, “what? Problem?” Or when she’d come back from the gym and strip to her underwear, and throw every sweat-soaked piece of clothes—from her jacket to her socks—right at me, then tell me to put them in the hamper. Or taking a number two in the bathroom and not caring to flush. I suppose I could do that too… if I had guts, which I didn’t.

All of that was to tell me she was mad at me. I still felt bad a bit, especially that our last significant interaction consisted of her taking me on a big-ass expensive shopping spree. But she didn’t even apologies after it, and more importantly, didn’t promise to not treat me like that again, so as far as I knew, nothing had changed. Getting abused then taken on a shopping spree as a compensation just wasn’t my cup of tea; I needed her to understand that.

But, as much as I hated to admit it, the urge in me to revisit that godforsaken feeling hadn’t vanished. It stuck with me ever since that first encounter in the street, and had only grown stronger.

It was maybe because of that urge that I had a disappointed look on my face when I walked into the house having come back from the bar and not finding Kris. I sat on the recliner. After half an hour of watching TV, I heard her keys in the door.

My first instinct told me to run, and I did half-jump to my feet before I settled back down. I didn’t know what kept me in that chair, but I would say it was a mixture of pure stupidity, guilt, and the urge to reexperience something I was afraid to reexperience.

So she opened the door, and her eyes immediately noticed me. They looked surprised, but unimpressed. “Oh…” she walked in, kicking her heel into the door and closing it. “I see you haven’t run to your little hole.”

Only thing I managed to say to that was a nervous chuckle. She looked tired as she flopped on top of the couch, crossing her feet at the coffee table.

“So how was your day?” I curled up on the recliner, crossing my arms and hugging my knees to my chest, growing awfully nervous about starting a conversation with her for the first time in days.

She gave me a look sideways, her eyebrow arched and her face blank, which made me more nervous. “Good.”

I nodded.

“You took out the garbage?”

Question came out of nowhere, but I answered. “…Yes.”

“The laundry?”

“…Yep.”

“The windows have you cleaned the windows?”

“I did it all Kris…” I shrugged, my irritation in my tone. “All of it.”

She bit her lip and looked away at the TV playing at a low volume. Neither of us spoke a word for a while. Until she said, “I’m beat. Why don’t you come here and take my shoes off.”

“Excuse me?”

“My shoes.” She wiggled her sneakered feet. “Take’em off for me.”

Unlike so many of her mean gestures, her request made me feel mad and insulted, and only mad and insulted. Was she really expecting me to just… comply, like I was her maid—fuck that even maids didn’t do something like that. It was the 21st century, and people took off their own shoes. “…Kris…” I said. “Just take your own shoes off. Leave me alone.”

“What’s with all the hostility.” She said.

“I’m not your damn water girl.”

“Water girl?”

“Yeah. Like… Maid.”

“You saying I’m treating you like a maid.”

“…”

“You saying I’m rude?” The aggressiveness in her tone grew.

She was starting a fight. And not wanting to play her game, I went silent, and just stared at the TV. The small part of me that was excited for something embarrassing and mean to happen to me was still there, but it was overtaken by the mounting fear of the idea of a getting into a fight with her.

“You’re giving me the silent treatment? Really. In my own house?”

“Our house.” I snapped. “I’m your roommate remember.”

“Yeah it’s still my house though. Your house, our house… my house. You’re gonna laze around on my chair watch my TV and refuse to talk to me?”

“…What do you want?”

“…Take my shoes off.”

“Why would I do that?”

“To be nice. You’re nice aren’t you?”

“Well I…I don’t want to.”

“Why? What will it cost you.” Her smile could mean many things, but I guess it meant that she found it amusing that I was even going along with her ridiculous conversation.

“Cause your feet stink.”

“What!”

I recoiled. I could see her fucking smile; she was trying to hide it. She wasn’t offended, she just wanted to scare me, and it was working. But no matter of how intimidated I was, my slowly diminishing dignity shouldn’t cave to such a demand…willingly.

“You saying I have bad hygiene?”

“No I’m saying you’ve been in the gym for like an hour.”

“Well that’s just not a very nice thing to say to someone…” She barely managed to finish the line without laughing, then continued. “I have feelings you know.”

“I’m sorry.” I said, just to shut her up.

“…So my feet don’t smell.”

“…No.”

“…Cool. So you can take my shoes off for me now.”

“…” I narrowed my eyes at her. I didn’t imagine I looked threating, cause her smile only widened to my menacing stare. “You know what, they smell like shit.”

“Okay.” She rose to her feet and walked up to me, which made me jump out of my chair and hold my hands up.

“What you doing?” I rose a finger. “Stay the fuck away from my panties you pervert.”

“Relax…” She chuckled, but didn’t stop her approach toward me. “I just want to prove a point to you.”

“Hey back up—” I struck the air. “Back up.”

“Or what? You’re gonna cry me to death.” She tried to grab me.

I knew she was trying to pin me, so I attacked first, and ended up just throwing myself in her arms. Within seconds, she flipped me to the ground and sat on top of my chest, effortlessly pinning me down and trapping my arms under her knees. “Ohhh.” She giggled. “Feisty.”

My struggles and squirms to wiggle from under her was interrupted by the horror that came upon me as I realized she was trying to wiggle her sneaker off her foot. My face must’ve gone pale, cause she looked down at me and laughed, “Jeez… It’s like I’m gonna force you to inhale uranium or something.”

“What are you doing?” I gulped.

“Look.” She said, finally wedging her sneaker off and holding it in her hand. “We had too many meaningless fights cause of your childish attitude. You should be embarrassed frankly… I mean… you’re the older one here.”

Then treat me as such you bitch.

“And you hurt my feelings. So… I’ll need you to convince me that my feet don’t smell that bad. I’m a girl, you know I’m anxious about my hygiene.” With that, she slowly got the opening of her sneaker closer to my face.

“Don’t you dare…” I started turning my head left and right, but she just clutched a handful of my hair, making me yelp and forcing me to keep looking upward. She stuck the shoe to my face, and with me already panting, it didn’t take long for me to have to take my first inhale of what had to be the most disgusting stench I ever had to smell.

The air entering through my nostrils was thick and hot. It wasn’t so bad that I wanted to gag, but it was cheesy, and rank, not something I would smell willingly. And it was the idea that I was literally helpless, forced to smell Kris’s foot stench that made me feel beyond humiliated. While she looked down at me, with joy in her green eyes, as I passively took one breath after the other in obvious submission.

Only thing more humiliating about being forced to endure something as disgusting as this by a girl younger than me, was to admit that I actually enjoyed it. I either enjoyed some part of it, or I enjoyed it all. Her sitting on top of me, pinning me to the ground, me under her, helpless to do anything about it, completely at her mercy, having to breathe in and out something as rebelling as her gym shoe stench.

“See… How bad is it… really?” She asked in between giggles.

“It’s fucking nauseating.”

“How hurtful you are.” She shook her head, sliding off her other shoe. “If you keep being mean to me…I’m gonna shut that mouth of yours.”

I didn’t know what that meant. And I was as excited as I was afraid to find out—but mostly excited. “You smell like hot garbage.” She didn’t actually smell that bad. Frankly she smelled nice—her feet not included. Kris took care of her hygiene; her choice of time of when to do this to me was either a coincidence or by her design.

She seemed happy that I gave her that answer, and took her shoe away from my face. Swiftly she slid her black socks off her feet and brought them to my lips. “Open.”

“Fuck. No.”

“Suit yourself.” She trapped my nose between her knuckles, and waited, while still with her other hand clutching my hair. “Those socks are going into your nasty mouth in one……..two…..three….four—” I gaped to take a breath, and she shoved them both in. “Bon appetit.”

I gave a muffled shriek as the stinging, hot sweat touched my tongue. The fabric was damp and moist. My eyes fluttered as I felt my saliva wash away the sweat. Kris barely managed to contain her laughter as she looked down at me, pure ten-year-old joy in her eyes as she kept my mouth shut with her hand. “Hope you’re enjoying the taste. I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you. No matter how dirty those socks are, they’re probably still a tad cleaner than your filthy—hurtful mouth.”

For a brief moment, I stopped struggling, and just gazed up into her eyes. The joy and determination on her face…she was having the time of her life. I would fight so much more, and would hate her so much more, if it weren’t for the fact that I was as excited as she. My face grew red as I felt that tingle make its way to my crotch. There was no denying it anymore… I had sexual pleasure from this. But regardless of that, I wanted it to be over. Kris obviously didn’t.

She leaned back again. Her knees left my arms, which allowed me to try and push her off me for a couple of seconds before she grabbed my wrists.

“You know…” She said, actually raising her bare foot and resting it on the side of my face. “Too many fights… we had too many fights over this. I think it’s about time you start acting like a grownup and stop making a fuzz about everything.” She shoved her other sole on my face, and started wiping her feet up and down, not even trying to be nice or gentle about it. No. She did it like there was a gum stuck on her sole and she wanted to get rid of it. Her soles pulled harshly on my lips and cheeks… I must’ve looked ridiculous.

Her soles were soft and sweaty, feeling hot against my cheeks. They didn’t have the worst touch. “You’re just too uptight love.” She said, “What? You think just cause you’re all blonde and pretty and cute you get to be mean to us common folks.”

Common folks! I was the unpaid house maid in this house.

The smell and the taste just kept building my pleasure up, and I grew scared of not being able to contain myself for long. I wasn’t about to climax, but something was sure to come out of me that would reveal the sick pleasures bolting through me.

Suddenly, she lifted her butt from my stomach, but kept her feet firmly planted where they were, which put all her pressure on my face. For a moment I was relived, cause her pressure on my stomach was making it harder for me to keep the moan I was holding, but then—probably worried about crushing my face— she sat back down with a thud.

And then it happened. That slam on my stomach forced the loudest, most girlish, high-pitched moan to shoot out of my mouth and ring through the living room.

The feet that were making a doormat out of my face froze at once. And Kris let go of my wrists, letting them fall to the ground. The silence of the air left no doubt in my mind that yes she heard it and yes she knew what it was. Shortly after, her feet slid to either side of my head, and she leaned forward to look at me. Her face was between shock and confusion, with her eyes wide and her lips pursed.

“Okay…” She cleared her throat with a cough. “…Well that was…” she nodded, not knowing what to say. A thin smile gradually made it to her face before she continued, “Let me just…” she inserted the tips of two fingers into my mouth and eased out her disgusting pair of socks. My face, red with anger shame and a blushing pleasure, probably communicated that I couldn’t mouth a single word. So she rose to her feet. “Okay… Hope you…” she rose a finger, jokingly scolding me. “…Learned your lesson and all…okay bye…I’m going in for a shower.” And she skimmed to the bathroom.

I wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what she was thinking right now. The tiny ounce of respect she might’ve had for me was surely gone now that she heard my fucking moans over what had to be the most humiliating ordeals of my life.

As I lay on the ground, my only hope was that she too was enjoying it on a similar level. But, even if that was the case, I still felt ashamed. For her to enjoy doing this to me, wouldn’t necessarily be normal, but at least understandable; I imagined it was such a power trip for her, to be able to do that to another girl, especially one older, to humiliate and bully her and get away with it. She’d be condoned for that. But for me to feel anything but disgust and utter shame over what she did to me was disgusting at best, anyone would think that; Kris would, and now she knew about it—or at least suspected it.

The following days were tormenting. Nothing happened. There was an air of awkwardness between us and we barely spoke, and when we did, Kris was extra friendly, for some reason. I guess she wanted to get it to me that it was all alright.

But even though nothing was happening, and the relationship was as normal as I always wanted it, I was anxious. I knew that once the wave of awkwardness would pass, she’d go back to her old ways. If anything, the last incident would only make it easier for her to bully me. Her roommate whom she enjoyed to treat like shit wouldn’t only take it, but enjoy it, perhaps ask for it. I didn’t know if she believed that, but I believed that sooner or later that was exactly what was going to happen.

That thought only motivated me further to run. Living with Kris was turning me into a person I didn’t want to be, one that enjoyed being bullied, humiliated, degraded, fucking slapped around and treated like shit. I didn’t even want to think about being that pathetic excuse of a woman. I mean… it brought me more and more sexual pleasure the more I surrendered for it but… who said it was right for someone to run after their lust, especially when they were this fucked up. But I couldn’t deny the fact that I was hopeless to resist her, whether physically or mentally.

But I could run. And right now that was exactly what I was about to do. I was at the door, with my suitcase in hand. In it were most of the stuff I moved in here with, and some of the things Kris bought for me, and…a good chunk of her money; Kris was at a friend’s house, and I was about to rob her and leave forever. I didn’t take that much…only enough for a couple of month’s rent and expenses—five to six months if I spend it wisely—which would be enough to help me get by until I’d find a job.

The door was already open, but something was nailing my feet to the ground. I couldn’t decide what it was for sure. I mean… I didn’t think I had a conscience, one that would stop me from robbing a small, tiny portion of my rich bully of a roommate’s wealth. She trusted me; she didn’t even try to hide where she kept her money. She opened the bag more than once in front of me to give me money for the cap or when we went shopping. She never thought I’d do something as low as the thing I was trying to do now. Who knew I would draw the line on robbing the girl who had literately picked me up from the streets; I didn’t.

Or maybe it was just that I really wanted to stay here, and potentially relive the intoxicating experience that Kris had introduced me to. Whatever it was, it forbade me from leaving.

So later that night, me and her were in the living room, I watching TV on low volume, she drawing on the tab on her lap.

Out of nowhere, I said what I had been wanting to say since she came home. “I almost robbed you today.” I didn’t look at her cause I didn’t want to see her reaction, but I could feel her puzzled eyes suddenly staring at the side of my face.

Her confusion took a while to pass, before I heard her shuffling on the couch. “Why—” She cleared her throat. “What?”

“I almost robbed you today.”

“…Why didn’t you?”

I looked at her now, and only managed to give a shrug.

She took her time. We just looked at each other blankly for a while. I guess she was thinking about either why I almost robbed her, or why I just decided to tell her.

“Do you mean…” She put her tab on the couch and sat more comfortably facing me. “Do you mean you were leaving?”

“…Yeah.”

“…And you changed your mind?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Who the fuck knows.” I said.

“…” She paused, her face between confusion and worry. “Do I need to start hiding my money from you now?”

“It depends.” I smiled sarcastically.

“On?”

“On whether you’re gonna keep treating me like shit.”

My comment made her recoil, before she smiled. “Fair enough.” She didn’t seem particularly excited about talking about it, but my serious staring demanded an answer. And fortunately, she took me seriously this time. “I just find it… fun…” She shrugged, seeming slightly ashamed of a guilty pleasure. “I just find it fun to… pick on you sometimes. Is that so bad?”

“Yes.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Well I do… so can you just—” My frustration for some reason rose that moment. “Can you just… stop it. Look I need this place. I do. But I promise I’ll find a way to get the fuck out of here if you keep behaving like that. Nothing is worth this. Hell, I wouldn’t be bullied this much if I was living on the damn streets.”

“Like you’d handle living in the street for more than a day.” she scoffed jokingly. “Please huh. You’re hardly handling living in an apartment with a me.”

She wasn’t really laughing but she was trying to change the discussion, and I didn’t play along. She sighed in frustration in response to my persistent serious face, then said, “Be my guest. Go live on the streets if you don’t like living here.” She gestured towards the door.

“…I’m not bluffing.” Something told me she liked me being here, too much to accept the idea of me leaving this easily. “I’ll really leave!”

She shrugged, and picked up her tablet again and continued drawing. I didn’t know what to say to that. She just told me to beat it. Considering that I was totally bluffing, a butt-hurt frown occupied my face as I returned my attention to the TV.

Then after a couple of minutes I heard, “I’m sick and tired of you pretending you’re not into this.”

It felt like a slap to the face in more ways than one, but eventually I composed myself and replied. “Excuse me. What?”

She looked at me, then, confused by my show of confusion—which was really just fear—she puffed and said, “Please… As if you didn’t almost climax while I was making a literal doormat out of your face.”

“That wasn’t…” my confidant words were cut short. She was right on the money, and I hoped I was a good-enough actress to deny it. “I was groaning.”

“Moaning.”

“No I wasn’t!” I chuckled nervously.

“Moaning like a bitch in heat.”

“Shut up.” I whined.

She shut up, but not before giving me one of her slappable teasing smiles.

My cheeks were blushing and I was too angry to say a word, but as soon as I could, I spat, “And I’m straight… by the way. In case you don’t know.”

“…” She rose her eyebrows at me as if she realized something. “Oh.”

“Yeah…” I nodded, feeling a small victory.

“…Still in the closet I see.” She nodded and continued drawing.

“What—what? What?” I snickered, resisting the urge to lunge at her.

“Come on, it’s obvious.”

“I’m sorry! You know my sexuality, but I don’t?”

“I dunno.” She looked up, pretending to think. “I always thought I’m good at spotting these things in people.”

I stayed silent, partially because I didn’t know what to say, and partially because I was genuinely curious to hear what she had to say. Considering the utter madness that had been wagging in my body ever since I’d met her, I was curious to know what she saw in me. I mean… I was pretty sure I was straight, but, I was also sure a while back that I would never in a million years get any kind of pleasure from being pinned down by another girl and made to sniff her dirty gym shoe.

She looked at my awaiting face, then put her tablet back down and said, “Okay like…I dunno… when you first approached me at the bar. I felt like I was in front of a high-school nerd who had a crush on me or something!”

“I’m bad at apologies, I told you.”

“No… you were nervous… a lot.”

“Well I’m nervous around girls.” I said impulsively….then quickly regretted it. This was private.

She smiled, then cocked her head, “You don’t say. And do you have any idea why that might be?”

“…You’re stupid.”

“And you’re a dyke.”

“You’re the dyke.”

“…” She frowned. “…Yeah? That supposed to be new information.”

“And I’m not the one who can’t seem to leave the other alone alright. So if there’s somebody who has a crush on somebody here, it’s you.” I said, my face growing red as I focused my angry gaze on the TV.

“Maybe.” She shrugged. “…I do find you cute.”

Despite everything, that made me blush. This wasn’t necessarily good news, but… it was nice to hear it. After all the shit I’d been through, it was nice to know that I still had my touch. It felt good.

But I shouldn’t lose focus. “Well…” I turned to her. “That’s to bad. Cause I’m straight as an arrow.”

She exhaled, as if she’d had enough, then rose to her feet. “I totally believe you.”

I shivered in fear as I realized she was walking towards me. “Fuck are you doing?”

“Just want to try something.”

“Stay whee—”

Not letting me complete my sentence, and taking an audacious liberty, she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head forward toward her, planting her lips firmly on mine. She kissed me for what had to be five seconds, then let me go, staring into my eyes, with a confidant smile on her face. “How’d that feel?”

It took me a moment to gather my breath and compose myself. “Felt like nothing.” If my face was showing no signs of lying, it was because I was actually telling the truth. It didn’t feel that good. Frankly, I was more excited by her hand on the back of my neck more than the kiss itself.

“Oh…” She was taken aback; she believed me.

For a moment, judging by the disappointment in her eyes, I thought she was about to stand up, apologies and go back to her seat; no such luck.

“What about this?” with that she pulled on my neck and with her other hand pulled on my arm, and swiftly but aggressively guided me to the floor so that I lay flat on my back, with her on top of me. I tried to move my hands, but she pinned both my wrists to the floor above my head with one hand, and with the other forced me to look up at her.

She was strong, but I suppose that even she couldn’t pin both my hands up using just one of hers; I could get free if I tried enough, but she probably would pin me again more securely, and frankly, I wasn’t sure I even wanted to get free. “Huh…” She said, bringing her face close to mine. “What about this?” Abruptly, she let go of my face and gave me a playful—but firm—smack on the check, which immediately sent a bolting tingle down my spine. Just like that I was speechless, with my stomach empty and my skin prickling.

My failure to respond, and probably the reddening that suddenly painted my cheeks, made her giggle above me. “A moan would suffice.”

A moan automatically shot through my lips, causing her to smile. “Good girl.”

“Kris…” I said, genuine fear in my shaky voice. I was at lost and she was the only one I could talk to. “I don’t know what’s happening to me?”

After a moment of watching my fear and desperation, she laughed “Jeez.” She shook her head as she squeezed my cheeks. “Nothing is happening to you, silly. Acting like you’ve got a terminal disease. You’re great. Perfect. But you’re as far away from straight as they come.”

Weeks Later

I was in bed scrolling on my phone in my pajamas. Kris was out with her friends.

Past days had been… beautifully weird for me. Talking about that new urge of mine hadn’t gotten easier one bit. I couldn’t even describe it to myself so that I could describe it to Kris. But luckily, Kris didn’t need my explanation. She knew me better than I knew myself. She didn’t take that much time to figure out what I hadn’t.

My eyes lit up as a notification appeared on my screen. It was a message from Kris:

I’ll be home in about twenty minutes. If you don’t want my shoe print on your face again, you better make yourself presentable.

The message filled me with excitement that I never thought a message could. She wasn’t exaggerating nor kidding about her shoe print on my face. It was days before now, and I had forgotten to take down the garbage—on purpose of course. She tried to pin me to the floor, and I resisted, struggled and squirmed, cause that was half the fun, to fight her as she tried to do all kinds of mean things to me. Of course she eventually took a hold of me. With her foot in a flip-flops, she pressed on my face, pining my head to the ground. My groans gradually turned to moans from the mere humiliating act. When she took her foot off, she laughed, saying I had the pattern of her flip-flop’s sole printed on my cheek and temple. She even took a picture.

As ecstatic as that experience was, I still remember that it hurt like hell. I was always in the mood to be debased under her, but rarely in the mood for pain. So I leaped to my feet like a good girl and started making myself presentable.

I found out what she meant by presentable a week ago. She’d come from the gym, and I was laying on the couch with Netflix on, being the usual couch potato I liked to be, my limps sprawled out and chips and dips in my lap. When she walked into the living room and her eyes landed on me, she scoffed and shook her head.

“What?” I asked, with cheeks still stuffed.

“Nothing.” She spat. “But it would be nice to come home and get to see you in decent clothes for once.”

I looked down at my striped blue pajamas; I liked those pajamas and thought they looked cute. “Decent?”

“Like the clothes I’ve got for you.” She nodded towards the bedroom.

“Oh…” I hid my concern. Decent! Those clothes were sexy, revealing, and frankly, not appropriate for indoors, or at least not for a casual day like this; who’d wear a sexy red lingerie and laze in front of the TV. And besides, she never dressed up like that for me, but I wasn’t about to point that out for her—I liked her in her causal clothes anyway.

Now, I put on similar clothes to what I wore that night—and most nights. Red baby doll dress. Knee-high black nylons—having had waxed my legs, per Kris’s very persistent request. G-string. And last but not least, pink five-inch heels.

Was I comfortable walking in five-inch heels? Not remotely. Did they hurt? Absolutely. Did I even know how to walk in five-inch heels? No; I stumbled and tripped all the time and felt utterly silly and stupid wearing them inside the house. And that was exactly why Kris forced me to wear them. In her words, “I just like to watch you trip around like a clumsy blonde idiot, what’s wrong with that?”

She used the word blonde a lot. I was pretty sure by now she had a blonde-fetish. Guess she watched a bit too much Highschool movies growing up. She would usually snatch me up by the collar—sometimes by the hair—and just start walking, dragging me behind her like a lamp to the slaughter, and I would limp, trip, fall and get up and try to keep up as best as I could. She’d throw me in bed, climb on top of me. She loved to make me look stupid and loved to treat me like a slut, and for some reason my blonde hair was a big bonus for her.

I finished wearing my clothes and started putting on my make up—all of which she’d picked up for me too. Some eyeliner, not too little not too much that I looked like a striper. Some bright red lipstick. Some pink blush powder that gave a pinkish tint to my cheeks.

Barely avoiding stumbling, I walked back to take a good look at myself in the closet mirror. My hand went up instinctively to touch my face as I took the details of the ridiculous sight that was me. That was the most appropriate word to describe what was in front of me, ridiculous. I looked like a woman out of a questionable porno movie, yet, I liked it; though not to the same extent as Kris did. Ever since that day, although none of us stated it aloud, she was the bully of the house, and I was her little blonde bitch.

She always got what she wanted, which always consisted of me getting belittled in one way or another, sometimes I liked it, and sometimes I didn’t.

She’d order. And I’d rarely obey. It wasn’t fun for me to just cave to her demands—unless it was a trivial request, like me running to the kitchen to fix her a snack or something.

But most times, no. She had to come and physically force me. She’d either snatch me by the hair or put me in a headlock until I caved, or sit on top of me like she did so many times. Whatever it was, I had to be worn down or be physically restrained to do what she wanted.

And in the end, it always ended the same way, with me in whatever degrading position she wanted me in, whether it was at the end of her couch rubbing her sore feet, or at the floor while she used my face as her foot-wipe after a sweaty session at the gym, or on all fours—the one that I never got to like—while she laid her feet on my back or neck and used me like a lowly footstool as she worked on her laptop. I only complained once about how boring that was for me, but after she made an exciting change by tying her gym shoe to my face, I didn’t complain again—but the shoe to my face thing stayed till now; it was hell, but she rarely used me that way so…whatever.

And then we’d go to sleep.

It turned out that the bitch didn’t even do Karate in her sleep; she was just trying to sway me into sleeping at the foot of her bed—plus she liked the extra space. But now I didn’t need swaying did I. She’d just walk in, grab me by the collar then throw me at the foot of her bed and tell me to go to sleep—this was one that I obeyed instantly, cause one, I’d be sleepy, and two, and more immortally, she’d be sleepy and in no mode for foreplay. It took a while, but I had grown used to sleeping at her feet. I did feel like a dog, but as the days went by, I started minding that less and less. I started letting myself enjoy it, and grew used to hugging one of her legs to my chest as we both dozed off.

If I wake up before her, I get up and make her coffee and breakfast so that she could eat and then get straight to work like she liked. If she woke up before me, she’d kick me off the bed to the ground, so that I could go and make her coffee and breakfast so that she could eat then get straight to work like she liked. So it worked out.

The keys in the door startled me, as I realized Kris had arrived. I walked out the bedroom just as she walked in the door. She wore her black t-shirt, her slim jeans, and a pair of brown ankle boots. Her eyes quickly landed on me as she closed the door, and as always, her lips showed a faint smile. First time she saw me in this outfit, she flat out laughed her ass off, and I stood there for like half a minute with my arms crossed and a big frown on my face. But I got used to it, and thankfully she didn’t find it that funny anymore—or at least managed to hide it better.

“Hey.” She threw herself on the couch with her purse.

“Hey.” I said as I kept my balance. “So how’s your day?”

“Alright.” She sighed indifferently, then beckoned me closer with her hand. “Come here and give me a kiss.” Her friendly smile widened.

I started walking—limping towards her, stumbling. I almost tripped but managed to reach the couch, and instead tripped over her, making her laugh as I rested my face on her chest.

She snickered as she pinched my cheeks. “Clumsy idiot.”

“Shut up.” She leaned in and kissed me.

We just lay there for a couple of minutes with me between her shoulders.

“So how’s the gang?” I asked.

“You’re planning to stick to that stupid nickname.”

“How’re your friends?”

“Good.” She said, “But Yara had broken it off with her boyfriend… which really means Jeff was the one who really brock it off. So we pretty much spent the whole time talking about that.” She sighed.

I winced, knowing she hated nothing more than to talk about Yara’s disastrous love-life. But I secretly got excited inside; she was meaner irritated.

“What about you?” She stroked my hair.

“You know…” I shrugged. “Ate. I talked to Ray a bit on the phone. And have been watching that new show I told you about. And—”

“So basically being a useless turd around the house as usual.”

I gave her a sarcastic smile. “As usual.”

“Why do I keep you around again?”

“Cause you love me and cause I’m a princess who’s delightful to be around.”

“Humm…” she reached with the arm behind my back and pinched my butt, making me giggle. “Well, princess, how about you go down there and take my shoes off.”

I rolled my eyes, then shrugged. “I don’t feel like it—Oche fuck alright.” I unclamped her fingers from my nipple then slid down to the floor. I would usually resist more, but this wasn’t an outrageous request, so I saved up my energy for later. I unzipped her first ankle boot then removed it from her foot, feeling it clinging to her damp white sock.

Relaxed, she sighed as she rose her foot and rested her ankle on my shoulder. Her toes wiggled inside the sock; I just hoped I wouldn’t get much foot action tonight, as their smell was bad enough with them not pressed against my nose. I unzipped the other boot, and my hope was immediately squashed. The second her second foot was free from her boot, she shoved it into my unsuspecting face, using the foot on my shoulder to hook my neck and pull me closer. My hands shot in the air defensively but stayed at my sides, as I let out a groan, making her giggle. My eyes fluttered from the intensity of the stench smothering my nose.

“That bad huh?” She snickered, wiggling her toes against my lips. “Good. Smell it you dumb bimbo.”

I closed my eyes as her socked foot pressed against the full length of my face. I did just what she said: took a deep whiff. I still felt utterly worthless and ashamed underneath her. I don’t care how good it felt. A younger attractive girl was rubbing her sweaty foot on my face and calling me a bimbo; A younger girl slapped me around and pulled me by the hair whenever she felt like it, knowing I could never do the same to her. The humiliation of it would never wear away no matter how hot my crotch grew over it.

“I’m getting used to this…” She took a deep, lively breath, as if she was relaxing on some beach with the breeze. She shifted her sole down a bit to be able to look into my eyes. “You know… I thought I’d never find someone like you.”

“What do you mean?” My words were muffled with her foot, but she heard me.

“I mean… someone like you. Don’t get me wrong. I met tons of girls. None of them were like what I wanted.”

I hid my disappointment. I knew what I was to her. A girlfriend but still… only reason it was me and not someone else, was that I was the right fit. Other girls probably gave her too much shit; I didn’t. And plus, she obviously had tons of experiences, tons of ex-girlfriends, but she was my first.

“Some of them were down right too ugly, too sensitive or too fucking stupid for me to handle. But you… you’re perfect. You have everything I want. A rare breed.”

Same as every compliment, it made me blush. A rare breed.

“Smart, beautiful, cute…”

She gave a teasing smile in response to my warm one, then continued, “And so utterly pathetic that I could treat you like absolute horseshit and you’d… love it. Ready to take whatever I give you.”

I frowned, not truly hurt, just annoyed. And in response to that she slapped me with the sole of her foot, hard, which made a moan escape me. She giggled.

She rested her toes on my chin after a minute. “You know… I’m still a bit salty from last week. I don’t think I’m gonna let you go easily this time.”

“You didn’t let me go.” I was eager to correct her. “You kept trying for like twenty minutes and I didn’t cave.”

“Well, this time you’re gonna.”

“Nop.” I shook my head animatedly, my fear getting the better of me.

Last week, she tried to make me suck her toes. And not wanting her disgusting sweaty toes anywhere near my mouth, I fought her off and kept my jaw clamped shut. She tried to force me to open it for more than twenty minutes. And cause Kris always got what she wanted, I ended up caving, on the condition that she kept her socks on. She wasn’t totally satisfied with that, but she took it. And for the following five minutes I basically French-kissed her socked toes. I had already had her socks shoved in my mouth once, so it wasn’t that big of a deal; still disgusting, but mostly I was just thankful that I dodged the larger bullet.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “You’re tonguing my feet tonight. That much is decided.”

We locked eyes for a second; just enough for me to see in her smirk that she was dead-serious. I tried to leap to my feet, and like a predator who’d seen it coming she lurched forward and clutched a chunk of my hair, holding me in place. “Sorry honey but I’m in no mood to chase after your ass tonight.”

“AH..” I shrieked through the pain. “I’m not touching your bare feet.”

“First, yes you are.” She twisted her hand, wrapping my hair around it. “Second, that tone is gonna get you nowhere. If you don’t want to find out how my foot tastes today, I’d suggest a more… docile manner.”

“Fuck you.” I tried to pull away but it only made my scalp burn. She pulled harder, and I half-caved. “Okay okay…Please…”

“That’s more like it.”

“Please don’t make me do that. It’s disgusting.”

“That’s still a barrier for you huh!” she chuckled, then shrugged. “Okay. Convince me.”

With my hair still wrapped tightly around her hand, I whined, “What do you want?”

“I dunno…” She said, “Oh…here.” She pushed my head down, not letting go of my hair, till my face was inches away from the tops of her feet which rested on the ground. “Kiss my feet. You haven’t done that in a while.”

Cause it’s fucking degrading. Especially when she’s sitting like that above me.

I groaned. I hated doing this. But it was the only thing that might be my way out of a very nauseating night. I inched my face closer to the top of her socked foot and laid my first kiss. “Please don’t make me—”

She nudged my face with her toes. “Don’t beg.” She said, irritated. “Just kiss. I know what you’re asking for moron. And take my socks off.”

“Okay,” I said with a shaky tone as I slid her socks off, and immediately started laying kisses.

For a while the room was silent except for the smacks of my lips against her feet. Not for a second did she let go of my hair, probably thinking that the second she would I would bolt away crawling; she was right to think that.

I had to wipe my mouth with the top of my hand every two kisses, cause every contact resulted in a layer of sweat being stuck on my lips.

After what had to be five minutes of me humbling myself under her like a peasant pleading for her life, I felt a harsh tug on my hair, forcing me to rise. “OUCH.”

“Sorry,” She giggled.

“You’re pulling too hard.” I whined.

“But I need to grab you somewhere—” She sounded irritated. She looked around for a while before her eyes widened, like she’d gotten an idea. “I know… Wait a sec.”

My eyes watched confused. Keeping one hand grabbing my hair, she started unbuckling the belt on her jeans.

“What are you—”

“Innovating.” She slid her belt off.

I still hadn’t realized what she was up to until she reached for my neck with the belt. I recoiled. “You’re skimming off the top Kris. Seriously… A leash!”

“Hush…. It’ll be fun.” She tried to put it on me.

I slapped her hand away. “Fuck that…I’m not your fucking dog.”

She crocked her head and frowned, annoyed. On my face was a mixture of fear and childish defiance. But who was I kidding; like hell she’d take my defiance seriously with me looking like a barbie. She clutched the collar of my baby doll dress and pulled me closer harshly, making me gulp.

“Yes you are.” She spat.

Her wide eyes stared into mine, and she gave me a moment for what she said to sink in. It sunk in. With my face passively dull and hers satisfied, she wrapped the belt around my neck.

She gave it a testing tug; it was secured, though not overly tight, not uncomfortable. That didn’t matter to me; I was still at the end of a leash.

Kris leaned back relaxed, seeming happy that she didn’t have to bend forward to keep a hold on me, which I supposed had been inconvenient for her. “So… you know what dogs do?”

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my annoyance. “Roll over and bark I guess.”

“Yeah… that.” She smiled in response to my irritated tone. “But every once in a while, they like to lick their master’s feet.”

I tried to run away and of course ended just getting a pain in my neck. She pulled on the leash to keep me in place. “You just told me you’re not gonna do that!” I whined.

“No I didn’t.” She chuckled. “I told you to improve your attitude but made no promises.”

I had nothing else to say, nothing else to do; that didn’t change the fact that there was no way in hell. So when she raised a foot, still bearing her teasing slappable smile on her face, I just turned my head away, acting mad. “Make me.” I said. I was pretty much fighting for the sake of fighting now. I didn’t want her stink in my mouth, but even if I did, she hadn’t earned it yet.

It seemed she didn’t have the patience for my act. Suddenly my neck was yanked forward as Kris jerked the leash and shoved both her soles in my face. With her pulling on the belt and simultaneously thrusting her feet forward, my face was stinging against the pressure.

“You’re really stubborn today.” She rubbed her sweaty soles up and down, pulling at my face features.

“HUMMph.” My face grew red. Her toes forced my eyes shut, her arches squashed my nose so hard it bent and I could hardly breath. I grabbed her jeans-covered ankles, desperately trying to force her feet off, but to no use; her legs were solid and determined and so was her pull on the leash.

This went on for what felt like ten minutes but was surely one minute, cause I couldn’t imagine holding my breath longer than that. I swallowed a deep breath as soon as her feet left my face and rested on both my shoulders. I panted as she giggled above me. “Irritatingly tenacious.” She said. “You know I was gonna let you go with some light licks, some French kisses on my toes… But I don’t feel that kind anymore that you’re making it this hard for me. I’m gonna fuck your mouth with my foot and you’re gonna take it.”

I was still catching my breath when her toes came to linger under my nose, intoxicating every breath I took in. My make-up was a mess, half of it probably staining her soles, and my shoulders were slouched and I was exhausted. It was probably cause she saw all of that that she said confidently, “Stretch out your tongue, foot licker.”

I complied, knowingly not to her satisfaction, barely poking my tongue out.

She slapped me with the sole of her foot. “More!”

I stretched it out fully. She giggled as she watched me, my tongue long and wide, awaiting her foot to pass all over it. She rested her heel on it. And my gag was immediate from the stinging taste of her sweat, before she dragged her sole down slowly as she winced with disgust.

My eyes burned and grew wet from the putrid taste.

“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” She said. “Other one.”

With not a word of protest, I stretched my tongue, and she did it again, only this time keeping her toes on my lips, then, with my mouth open, she pulled on the leash, shoving her foot deep in my mouth.

She pulled hard and pushed her foot down harder. I never imagined that my mouth could stretch this wide, neither that it could fit half of Kris’s foot. The only upside to me having my mouth assaulted like that: My crotch was wetting my panties. She had no way of knowing that, but my moans quickly exposed me.

She looked deep in my eyes while she laughed at my pathetic show of pleasure and pulled harder. “If someone told you that one day you’d be on your knees dressed like a street whore with a younger girl shoving her smelly feet down your throat, would you have believed them?”

“NOGH,” I chocked on her foot.

“And the saddest part is…you love it. Don’t you?”

I nodded, my face growing red.

“You might not appreciate it.” She giggled and slapped my face with her other foot. “But you’ll take it.” She slapped me again. “Cause I own your ass. Right?”

“Hemmm.” I moaned, my skin prickled from the pain, pleasure and humiliation all bolting down my spine.

“And cause…?”

“…” I still couldn’t talk straight, half cause of my moans, half cause her foot was still lodged half-way down my throat. I waited for her to take her foot off, only to realize that she just wanted me to mumble like an idiot around her toes, so I mumbled, “Cas I’m yo’lile blon bit—”

“That’s right!” She laughed at how pathetic I sounded, pulling harder on the leach and shoving her foot deeper.

This went on for a while. It didn’t take long for me to break. My jaw was aching, my eyes were tearing. The taste in my mouth wasn’t getting any less revolting, and her toes were reaching too deep I thought I was about to vomit. Luckily, she pulled her foot out. I lurched forward and propped myself up on my hands, seeing my saliva dripping on the floor. When I looked up at her again, she seemed ecstatic, her eyes satisfied.

“Yeah,” She nodded calmly. “That’s the look.”

I wished I could see the look she was refereeing too. But judging by the assault I had just endured, I imagined I looked pitiful; red lipstick smeared all over my mouth, black eyeliner trailing down my blush cheeks, saliva covering and trickling down my chin. That’s the look that Kris wanted.

“You’ve been good today,” She crossed her legs, nodding her approval. “Wanna have your fun now.”

Still in my miserable state, I could only nod. I took her mentioning it as a sign of approval, and moved my hand to my panties, but she stopped me.

“Wait…” She kicked my hand away. “I think, it would be appropriate for this night to try something new.”

“…New.” I couldn’t hide my worry. I had enough ‘new’ for one night.

She leaned back, and slowly, stretched her leg forward. My eyes darted between her face and leg, confused.

“…” She frowned, like I was stupid. “Hump.”

My eyes closed in defeat. She couldn’t resist adding a final embarrassing addition to my already degrading night. But I couldn’t argue, I just wanted to feel good now.

I climbed over her jeans-covered leg, making sure my crotch was on her shin. I looked up at her for final approval.

“Mouth open.” She said. “Tongue out.”

“…Kris please!” I whined. This was her most loved, and my most hated ritual.

“No…” She shook her head. “Open my little spittoon and ask the question. Come on.”

“But…”

She slapped my face. “Open my little spittoon come on.”

I opened my mouth, wide, as she liked, and stretched my tongue as far as it could go, as she liked. I mumbled around, “Can your blonde bimbo please hump your leg?”

This was something she rarely made me do, but I hated it ever time.

My eyes shut closed as she pursed her lips and shot a spit that splattered all over my face. None of it landed in my gaping mouth. It never landed in my mouth. She just liked me to open it cause she liked the sight of me like that, with my mouth gaping and my tongue stretched out like a whore begging for more, waiting for her spit.

She leaned with a satisfied grin. “Hump away.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I rubbed my already moist crotch up and down her leg. I groaned as I tried to grind it as hard as I could. Naturally, I closed my eyes and buried my face in her thigh as I had my twisted intercourse. But Kris was having none of that. She grabbed me by the hair and forced my head up, forced my eyes open so that I looked right into her eyes. I didn’t like it, but frankly by now I was just thankful she didn’t make me keep my tongue stretched out like a dog while I humped her leg.

My heart pounded against my chest as my moans grew louder.

“You close?” Kris smiled.

“Humm.” I groaned.

She leaned forward, her eyes interested. “…One last time… Tell me what you are.”

“I’hmfmm.” I tried to say but my words came out mingled as a moan.

“Cat ate your tongue.” She tugged on my hair. “Come on tell me what you are Jenna.”

I forced myself to take a breath but couldn’t stop humping her leg for a second. I looked up at her and barely spoke, “I’m your little blonde bitch.”

She nodded, right before pursing her lips and shooting a spit that splattered on my forehead. “And you're lucky to even be that.”

I buried my face in her thigh as waves of pleasure bolted down my crotch. I came, my whole body twitching as I hugged her leg close to my chest.

I was still belittled and felt like a worthless bug. I had dignity, some at least, enough to still feel sad over it being pissed on by my young tormentor. But I knew that with time, Kris would make me forget all of that and accept the joy of being her little blonde bitch.

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[prettyboypucey]

Weird ~ G.W.

Summary: George is gorgeous. Charlie is a meddler. The snow is cold. (this summary sucks...just read it) 

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N 

Word Count: 2,404 (who do I think I am?) 

Warnings: mentions of bullying. mentions of food/eating. george is unknowingly triggering? reader cries. idk? let me know if i missed something. 

A/N: part 2? maybe? translations are for romanian via google translate. do not come for me if they are hella wrong. 

Translations: draga - darling; dragoste - love; tampit - stupid 

     I had never been normal. From the time I was a toddler I had stars in my eyes and dirt on my knees. While the other kids in my grade were playing with dolls and dressing respectably, I was riding imaginary dragons and wearing mismatched socks with dungarees and a butterfly headband. Normalcy evaded me even further when at 11 years old, I got a letter declaring me a witch.

     When I first came to Hogwarts I spent the majority of my time alone. It appeared that even children who could wave a stick around and makes things fly wanted nothing to do with the colorful little girl. Meeting Luna Lovegood in my second year was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Here was a girl who allowed me to be exactly who I was with no judgments. And then she introduced me to Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley, and suddenly that little girl who thought her only friends would always be the rocks she painted faces on, had found her people.

     Of course, being friends with Ginny Weasley meant knowing her many brothers. So after graduation when I went off to Romania to work with dragons it made me feel slightly better knowing Charlie Weasley would be there. He quickly took me under his wing and became the older brother figure I had never had. After working together for three years, and electing to stay at the sanctuary for the last two over the holidays, he had finally convinced me to come home with him. I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary - the one place I truly feel safe (despite the massive fire breathing creatures).

     Charlie had warned me that being with one or two of the Weasleys was very different from being with the entire Weasley clan. Obviously I knew Charlie and Ginny, Ron had always been nice to me, and I had met Molly a handful of times in passing. However, Bill was known to be quite intimidating, Percy was supposedly very no-nonsense, and the twins (albeit never cruel) had a reputation of being hell-raisers.

     Apparating to the edge of a marsh with Charlie by my side I could see the rising structure haphazardly balanced slightly ahead.

     Pausing, I glanced at the back of the familiar red covered head, “I don’t know Charles, maybe I should just go back. I really don’t want to be a burden.”

     Charlie very quickly rounded behind me to continue guiding me towards his home, “No, no, no, no, no. No. You’re not a burden to anyone draga. Keep your head up and if any of them give you grief - remind them of the giant, winged beasts you can feed them to.”

     Quickly placing a kiss to the side of my head Charlie bounded ahead again to open the door and announce your arrival. Before I could toe off the first boot to leave next to the dozen other pairs in the entryway, a pair of arms had flung around my neck.

     “Y/N! I missed you so much!”, Ginny pulled back, keeping her grip on my shoulders, to inspect for any major injuries.

     I held onto her elbows, keeping her close, “Hi Gin, I missed you too. A lot. I’m loving this new look by the way.”

     She reached up to brush the now short locks behind her ears. A grin on her face as the two of us looked the other over for the first time in months. Ginny was wrapped in a pretty baby pink sweater with shades of red and white running through it. The material was soft against my palm as I hooked it around her crooked elbow to follow her into the living area.

     “You know”, she started, “I was starting to think maybe Charlie had let you get eaten or burnt to a crisp in the land of dragons. It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me or left the sanctuary.”

     “I’m sorry Ginny. It’s just that after everything, I had to keep myself busy.”

     Ginny’s smile softened into one of understanding. The war had taken a part of all of us. Although Fred had recovered after many months, that fear of almost losing such a vital part of their family had rocked the entire Weasley family to its core.

     “I get it, I do, but I worry about you. I just want you to know you’re not alone Y/N.”

     I pulled the girl into another tight hug, “I know.”

     Ginny pulled away first, clearing her throat, “Okay! Now that’s out of the way - it’s time to introduce the one and only Y/N L/N to the Weasley’s.”

     I hummed, “Hmmm and which of us should be more scared?”

     “Oh definitely the Weasleys.”

 ~~~~~~~~~~~

     Meeting the Weasley family had gone much better than expected.

     Molly had opened her arms and home to me as if I was one of her own children. By the time the night was over she had me stuffed full of warm food and drink and donning my very own coveted Weasley sweater, the lavender initial in the middle marking it as my own. Arthur had been very interested in my muggle parents and upbringing, questioning me about the functions of a rubber duck. Bill and his wife Fleur were the most stunning couple I have ever seen, and not nearly as intimidating as people portrayed them. Fleur was pleased when she found out I spoke a bit of conversational French and promised to have me over to Shell Cottage (apparently they have an amazing collection of wind chimes that I am dying to see). Percy was a bit more refined. Completely polite and friendly but he seemed reserved. Ginny had explained in one of her letters how much guilt Percy carried after the Battle of Hogwarts over how he had behaved in the years leading up to that day.

     The twins were much different than I remembered them being from the few times we were around each other in school. The physical differences were clear - George’s missing ear and Fred’s dragging limp were both signs of the prices they paid in the war. More than that however, they had matured greatly. They were still happy and made sure to pull at least two pranks over the night, poor Molly nearly lost her voice after they blew up the turkey. However, there was something in their eyes that had been dimmed. Especially in George.

     His twin almost died that night, and it reflected in George’s eyes each time he looked at his older brother. It was clear that he was still afraid because whenever Fred left a room George followed, never letting his brother out of his sight, and if he happened to lose track of him a panic began to swirl in his brown orbs.

     I was in the middle of watching as George yet again made his way to Fred’s side, clapping a large hand on his twins shoulder and throwing his head back in laughter.

     “So which one are you staring at dragoste?”, Charlie whispered as he appeared out of nowhere.

     I ignored the burning in my cheeks as I looked away from the scene in front of me.

     “I am not staring at either of them tampit.”

     “Mhmm, sure, absolutely, I believe you.”, after a quick pause he said, “It’s George isn’t it?”

     I turned and scoffed at him, “No!… How did you know?”

     Charlie let out a chuckle, “Because I know you my little dragon. I also know my brother, and just between us, he definitely likes you as well.”

     At this I let out an incredulous laugh and glanced back to where George was now telling a story, his hands moving animatedly. There was no way that George Weasley had even a remote attraction to me. He was kind, strong, clever, and so bloody gorgeous it truly was a privilege to look at him. And I am…me. Nothing special. Just a girl who had more dragon friends than human ones and whose hands were covered in scars and callouses and whose socks never matched and had never even kissed a man before. So no, there was no way that George Weasley would ever like me.

     “Hey. I know that look Y/N. Stop those thoughts right this bloody second.”

     “Charles it really is annoying when you read me like that.”

     Throwing his arm over my shoulder he began to lead me towards the twins, “Yes I know and I am sorry in advance but this needs to be done. Fred!”

     Charlie’s voice had gone from a rushed whisper to a jovial shout when we reached George, Fred, and Ron by the fireplace. George’s smile as he turned to look at us sent a million butterflies off in my tummy.

     “So Freddy, I was hoping you could help me out with a top secret project tomorrow for mum and maybe show me around the joke shop. I heard you added some new displays that I want to check out.”

     “Sure Charlie”, Fred glanced at George as he spoke, “I’m sure we can make some time for our favorite brother.”

     Ignoring Rons protest, Charlie gripped my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, “Actually George I was thinking you could stay here and show Y/N around the area. She mentioned wanting to talk a walk tomorrow and I would hate to disappoint her on her first Christmas out of the sanctuary.”

     “Um-”

     I interrupted the rejection coming from George, “No please, I would hate to be a bother and make you be stuck with me all day. I’m sure Ginny can take me.”

     George smiled and shook his head, “No it’s completely fine Y/N. I would be happy to show you around.”

     “Okay great! It’s settled then!”, Charlie looked rather too pleased with himself and obviously missed the look exchanged by his identical younger brothers.

~~~~~~~~~~

     The next morning the Burrow was a flurry of movement as everyone began their day. Apparently Charlie and Fred weren’t the only ones on their way out. The others still had some last minute gift shopping to do and Ron was spending the day with Hermione’s muggle family. After breakfast, a quick wink from Charlie, and a slam of the front door - George and I were alone in the house.

     The two of us stood facing one another in the living room for a few awkward moments before George spoke, “Well, um, did you want to head out as well?”

     “Oh sure! Yes, let me just grab my boots really quickly.”

     George led me out the door and onto the snow covered path towards the small, iced over river. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional sniffle from one of our red noses. I was mentally imagining all the ways I was going to kick Charlie’s ass when he got back for suggesting a walk in the middle of winter when we came to the top of a hill and stopped.

     Everything as far as the eye could see was blanketed in sheets of white. Stomping my boots down into the fresh snow, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the snow gave way underfoot. Feeling a pair of eyes on me I remembered that I wasn’t alone and turned to see George watching me with an unidentifiable look on his face.

     “Sorry, sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that. I liked the feeling of the crunch of the snow I guess. Sorry.”

     George grinned, “You don’t have to apologize. It was cute.”

     I could feel my face flush at his words. His smile grew even wider at the sight of my heated face. My gaze dropped from his pretty face down to my boots. I could feel the thick socks I had on beginning to grow cold and wet from how long we’d been outside. Looking back up I could see George’s deep eyes glaze over. Assuming it was because he had been apart from Fred so long I glanced out at the view one last time before turning back the way we came.

     “We should probably get back. We’ve been gone a while and my toes are getting wet. I feel bad enough that Charlie forced you to do this anyways without you getting frostbite or something. I’ve had frostbite, it’s not fun. And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Sorry”

     George was shaking his head at me and said, “You are so weird.”

     Ouch. My chest tightened and the small smile I had been wearing dropped from my face. If I had been able to see past the tears forming in my eyes that were making my sight blurry, I would have seen George’s face do the same. Unfortunately, all I could focus on was that word. Weird. Strange. Abnormal. Freak. 

     Weird weird weird.

     The walk back was silent. A thick tension surrounded you both as thick snow flurries began to swirl down in the midmorning air. Just as thick was the lump forming in my throat as I fought back tears. I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me. He’s just some guy. But deep down I also know that he’s not just some guy. This is George fricking Weasley. With his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and his loyalty to his family. I couldn’t help but be enamored with him from the moment I walked in the Weasley’s front door. So it hurt to hear the man I liked call me that nasty word that has haunted me my entire life.

     When we finally reached the Burrow, George tried to reach for my arm but I pulled away and ran into the house. I could hear that some of the others had returned and really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Once again, luck wasn’t on my side. Charlie came walking out of the kitchen and saw me in the entryway. His face immediately became concerned at the sight of me and he lowered the sandwich he had from his mouth.

     “Draga?”, Charlie’s voice followed me as I finally reached the stairs and launched upstairs.

     As I reached the first landing I heard him speak again, his voice rough and hard.

     “What did you do?”  

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 8) - Good Days, Bad Days

Summary: The reader has a special birthday surprise for Jensen and starts to get to know Jared more. When Jensen returns home from Toronto for good though, he and the reader have their first big fight and make more moves in their relationship...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, angst, fighting, smut

A/N: Enjoy!

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Thursday Night

“So how do you want me?” asked Jensen, leaning against his closet door in nothing but his boxer briefs. 

“Oh well that’s a dangerous question,” you laughed. “Jeans are fine for where I’m taking you.”

“Alright,” he said. He ducked into the closet and returned wearing only a pair of dark jeans, smirking at you with his hands behind his back.

“Being a little shit?” you asked.

“One of my best qualities,” he said. You hummed and went past him into the closet. “So what should I be wearing on this date out?”

“I’m kinda a sucker for you a henley and flannel. Not to let that go to your head at all,” you said.

“Oh you should never watch Supernatural then,” he chuckled, grabbing a long sleeve white henley off the hanger and pulling it on.

“I did sort of start watching it,” you said. “You look like a little baby that hadn’t hit puberty yet.”

“I got better with age, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Oh yes you did,” you said. “I like it. It’s kinda scary but not too bad if you watch during the day.”

“It gets less scary pretty fast,” he said, putting on his red and gray flannel. “I all set?”

“You look very pretty,” you said, walking out with him on your tail. “So does the show end happy? Like they live? It’s got this angsty feel to it where I feel like something bad is gonna happen.”

“Do you want me to spoil it?”

“Dean doesn’t like die, right,” you said. He made a face and you frowned. “No. Why? He doesn’t deserve that.”

“Eh, calm yourself woman. Things could happen in the future...he might not have to die...or he might come back and I really shouldn’t be discussing these things.”

“You’d do more?” you asked.

“Oh for sure. On a streaming network where we get to do all the shit we couldn’t on cable. Get some fresh eyes in on the writing or maybe we’d even take a crack at it. It’s not really an if, more of a when so don’t go worrying about Dean. I like my new friends at work and everybody’s great but I miss Jared and my old ones. I’m definitely working with them again.”

“That’s great! Now come on, move that tush. We have reservations.”

“Reservations. Fancy,” he said. He put on a pair of socks and shoved his wallet in his pocket, following you out to the hall when you spun around. 

“Oh yeah,” you smirked. “You may also have a little birthday surprise waiting for your downstairs so eyes shut mister.”

“You’re devious. I like that. I like that a lot. We should explore that later in bed.”

“Tempting. I’ll have to take you up on that,” you said. “Eyes shut.”

You held his hand and he shut his eyes, going down the hall with you. You went slowly down the steps, Jensen’s arm around you the whole time. You grinned and walked him over to the family room before leaving him in place.

“Open,” you said. He blinked open his eyes, quickly landing them on a grinning Jared standing there.

“How the hell are you here?” said Jensen, Jared giving him a big hug he quickly returned. “Shit I missed you man.”

“Me too. But it’s someone’s birthday this week and I don’t have work tomorrow so I caught a flight up this afternoon. Y/N thought I’d make a good present.”

“Fucking awesome present,” he said, still grinning ear to ear. 

“You doing okay?” asked Jared, Jensen nodding. He gave him another hug and you smiled. “So how’s that crush on the nanny working out?”

“Shut up,” said Jensen, smirking as he pulled you into his side. “Jared. I know you guys met already but Y/N is your soon to be best friend just as an fyi.”

“Oh we’ve already started chatting,” you said, Jared chuckling. “He’s really sweet. I had to legit stop him from jumping on a plane that second when I texted him he thought something was wrong.”

“I think between the two of us we can keep an eye on him,” said Jared. “So you mind if I crash your date?”

“Not at all,” you said. “I’m taking both you boys out. My treat.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” said Jensen two hours later while he excused himself to the bathroom. Jared finished off the last of his beer and smiled as he leaned back in his corner of the booth. 

“You know I’m totally covering this right,” he said.

“Dutch?” you asked.

“I’ll take the alcohol, you take the food.”

“That I can agree to,” you said, glancing over the dessert menu. “I’m really happy you were able to come up to hang out. I know you got your own family and everything and this was last minute.”

“He’s my family too,” he said. “I’d do anything for him. Literally. Don’t ever hesitate to call me, no matter when or where. I’ll be there for him like he’s always been for me.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a smile on his face like that before.”

“I have. You just didn’t notice that night at the bonfire.” You shrugged and he cocked his head. “How long you two been dating?”

“A month or so,” you said. 

“You like him?”

“He’s alright,” you said, smiling before you took a sip from your glass. 

“Thanks for taking care of him lately.”

“Don’t need to thank me for that,” you said, sliding the dessert menu over to him.

“Yeah but I’m still going to,” he said. “I meant what I said earlier. Between the two of us he’ll be okay again.”

“He’s never gonna be the same. He’ll be happy and it won’t hurt as much. But it’ll come back and hit him time to time.”

“There’s a reason he’s my best friend and it’s not just because we worked together for so long. He’s always been there for me and I’ll be there for him. I feel better about him being up here when he’s got someone else watching his back.”

“You had the hard job, not me,” you said.

“He’s come a long way. Doesn’t mean this is a cakewalk though I’m sure.”

“No, you’re right about that,” you said as you spotted Jensen returning.

“You guys order dessert yet?” he asked, sliding in beside you.

“Why doesn’t the birthday boy pick,” teased Jared, handing the menu over to him. “You guys ought to come home for a weekend when you get a chance.”

“It’s kinda a long way to go with the kids for just a few days,” said Jensen. “But we’ll be home soon. Hopefully.”

“I can get you a gig on Walker anytime you want it dude, just ask.”

“Maybe. I kinda want to get with the guys and maybe work on that Supernatural stuff. I need good stuff to look forward to, you know?”

“I do,” said Jared. “As long as you come home eventually I’ll learn to live with just using your jet skis in the meantime.”

“See what I’ve been dealing with for over a decade?” asked Jensen.

“Oh yes. He’s horrible,” you teased. “We really shouldn’t have him sleepover then, should we?”

“You’re staying at the house?” asked Jensen with a grin.

“Duh. I didn’t just fly a thousand miles to not see you dude. I’m here all weekend. Let’s have some fun.”

“Boys I’m heading to bed,” you said around two in the morning. 

“Yeah we ought to go to bed ourselves,” said Jared.

“I’ll grab you some sheets and stuff,” said Jensen. You waved goodnight to Jared, heading down the hall towards your room when Jensen wrapped an arm around your waist. “I thought you were gonna sleep with me from now on.”

“I am. Want to check something real quick.”

“Hurry back,” he said. He kissed your temple and ducked into his room, leaving you in the hall. You went down to your own and checked your email, smirking when you saw what you were looking for. A rattling of fingers on the door made you glance up, Jensen smiling there. “Texting your other boyfriend?”

“No, I sort of...submitted one of my stories to a publisher. They’ve been talking to me this week and said they’d get back to me today on if they wanted to move forward. They want to do a five book deal. I already have the stories done and mostly drawn anyways. They gave me an offer just now.”

“That’s awesome,” he said. “Seriously. We’re gonna celebrate tomorrow for sure.”

“It’s no big deal,” you said.

“It really is,” he said. He picked you up and grinned, carrying you back to his room. “I’m proud of you.”

“They’re stupid stories,” you said.

“I love those stupid stories,” he said, setting you on the bed. “The kids do too.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re supposed to say that.” You set your phone on the nightstand and crawled under the covers, Jensen pulling you into his chest when het got underneath.

“My children think their mom is really okay now. They don’t get sad anymore and they ask questions about her again and I don’t want to cry every time I talk about her because your story reminded me that the wolf dad can be happy again for him too. That’s really fucking important to me right now in life.”

“Okay Papa Wolf,” you said. You grinned and he returned it. “Night Jensen.”

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

Two Months Later

“Hey Jared,” you said as you answered your phone. “What’s up?”

“Jensen at work?”

“Yeah. Late night again,” you said. “He’s answering texts between breaks I think.”

“Cool,” he said.

“You need something?” you asked. 

“No, no. I’m good,” he said. “Thanks. I’ll catch you later.”

“You doing okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. Just want to talk to him for a minute,” he said. He was a little quiet and you sat down on the couch. 

“You want to talk to me?” you asked.

“That’s okay.”

“Jared...Jensen and I are starting to get serious which means we’re gonna be together a lot considering how you two can’t go more than a day without talking. We can be good friends too,” you said. He was quiet and you hoped you hadn’t sounded too corny.

“I uh, I have bad days sometimes. Really normal days can be bad days in my head. It’s kinda how I was built I guess,” he said. 

“Nothing wrong with that,” you said. “Today a bad day?”

“Kinda. Nothing happened. I had a normal day at work and home. I’m just off. He um...Jensen makes me feel better as lame as that sounds. Just talking for a few minutes helps my head get on track that somebody really does care.”

“He’s very good like that,” you said. “I know you mean the world to him. You’re his brother. It’s not lame that he makes you feel better. You make him feel better too. I owe you a lot for taking care of him after the accident.”

“I much prefer when I’m the one freaking out and he takes care of me,” chuckled Jared. “You guys coming home soon?”

“He’s got a few weeks left of filming but I might head down a little earlier, try to get the house sorted out down there with the kids and stuff,” you said. “He’s literally counting down the days.”

“He really likes working on the show though I thought.”

“Oh he does but he’s got a big circle on the calendar for the fifthteenth called Jared day. I think your boy is planning something fun.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said. “You mind if I ask a personal question?”

“Shoot, buddy,” you said, stretching in your seat.

“Do you love him?” he asked. 

“Going full throttle out of the gate I see,” you said.

“I know. I know how he talks about you though. There’s no...casual relationship with him.”

“Well I haven’t said it to him yet and he hasn’t said it to me so...maybe another time I’ll be able to answer that question.”

“It’s been almost four months. You get to spend more time together than most couples starting out. I’d think you know by now,” he said.

“I do. But he deserves to hear it before anyone else,” you said. 

“So you love him.”

“Most things I love have a habit of going away,” you said. 

“He won’t,” he said. “You do more than make him happy, Y/N. A lot more.”

“I just wish he didn’t hurt.”

“He hurts a lot less lately. Some of that’s time and some of it’s you. Enjoy being one of his best friends. He doesn’t let that many people in that close.”

“I know. We were supposed to be talking about you I thought.”

“Eh, sometimes I just need the talk. Thanks. I got somebody else I can call now too.”

“It’s never a problem,” you said.

“It’s getting late there. I’ll let you go. Thanks for talking, really. I feel better.”

“Anytime Jared.”

“You too, Y/N.”

Three Weeks Later

“Doug you’re a lifesaver,” you said as finished washing Jensen’s truck in the driveway back home in Austin. He smiled as he wiped off his hands and gave Arrow a wave goodbye. 

“I owed you for that 3am incident,” he said. “You got easy kids. Mine are vultures.”

“Yes, yes they are,” you laughed. He gave you a kiss on the check and smiled as he headed back for his car, another one coming down the open driveway. “Later Doug.”

“Later,” he said. Jensen exited the back of the car along with his backpack and a suitcase, the car pulling out, Doug following after.

“Hey. How was the flight?” you asked.

“Who was that?” he asked, dropping his bags on the pavement.

“Oh that’s just Doug. He’s a nanny. I needed an extra set of hands today watching the kids trying to finish up these chores before you got home and it was perfect timing,” you said. You smirked and walked over to kiss him, Jensen taking a step back. “Something wrong?”

“You kissed him.”

“No. I didn’t. He kissed my cheek,” you said. Jensen narrowed his eyes and you scoffed, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “Seriously? He’s my friend.”

“That kisses you.”

“He’s affectionate,” you said. “Also he’s kinda married so you can tone it down with the judgemental looks.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. You’re right. You should be able to kiss whoever you want despite being in a relationship,” he said. He grabbed his bags and brushed past you inside. You grumbled and went after him, finding him upstairs in his room. “What?”

“What stick is up your ass today? I haven’t seen you in almost three weeks. None of us have and you’re in a bad mood.”

“I was perfectly happy until I saw you kissing somebody else.”

“I wasn’t kissing him!”

“It didn’t look like that from my perspective.”

“Jensen.”

“Is this just a little game to you? You get bored of the older guy with kids finally?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Or maybe you just got caught finally.”

“I don’t cheat,” you said, getting in his face. “He kissed my cheek. I’ll call him to come back and explain this situation right now but I apparently you just think I’m a cheater.”

“Well maybe you are. Geez, we’ve been together over four months and no real sex yet? Cause that’s not sending red flags.”

“Because you weren’t fucking ready!” you shouted. “I’m not your wife and I’m never gonna be her. Don’t be mad at me for it.”

“No that’s for sure,” he said.

“The kids are in the front yard. Don’t expect me back today,” you said. You stormed downstairs and into your room, shoving some things in a bag before taking your purse and getting behind the wheel of your car. 

You were seeing red by the time you were out of the suburbs. You slammed your hand against the wheel and shouted.

“You fucking asshole,” you said. You sniffled and drove for a bit before finally pulling off. You drove down a long road, rolling your eyes when of course you passed by his brewery. You’d never been but he’d told you about it more than once. You kept going down the road, eventually finding a park to pull into. You shut off the car and shut your eyes, a knock on the window making you jump. You put down your window when you saw a cop there and did your best to wipe off your face.

“You’re double parked,” he said. 

“What?”

“You’re parked on the line,” he said. 

“Sorry,” you said. 

“Bad day?” he asked.

“Something like that,” you said. You could feel snot threatening to drip down your nose, the officer reaching into a pocket and handing you a tissue. “Thanks.”

“Best not to drive when you’re upset,” he said.

“Yeah. I’m just gonna sit here for a little while,” you said with a nod.

“Probably not a great idea to sit in a car next a playground,” he said. “The mom’s are kinda intense around here.”

“Of course they are,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Why don’t you move your car and you can join me on my patrol,” he said. “It’s only a short walk. Fresh air might do you good.”

“Last time I talked to another man my boyfriend sorta freaked out on me so maybe not a good idea,” you said. You blew your nose and realized what you’d said, the officer staring down. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Why don’t we take that walk so I can find out what you did mean.”

Two minutes later you were walking next to the cop. He had a baseball cap on and was in all black. You weren’t sure how he wasn’t boiling considering it was May in Austin.

“This boyfriend got a name?”

“You gonna run his name or something?” you asked.

“Do I need to?” he asked. You shook your head and he smiled. “He the jealous type? He get angry over you talking to other men?”

“It’s complicated.”

“If it doesn’t get uncomplicated I might have to pay this boyfriend a visit you understand.”

“His wife died last June.”

“Okay. I understand part of the complicated thing now.”

“Why’s he gotta be a dick? Called me a cheater,” you said. You crossed your arms and the cop chuckled. “Sorry.”

“As long as you don’t call me a dick we don’t got a problem. Did you cheat on him?”

“No. He...he works away and he just got home today and my guy friend was over helping me with watching my boyfriends kids while I did some chores and my guy friend is like, a really affectionate guy and he kissed my cheek as my boyfriend was coming in and my boyfriend thinks I was kissing him back and been cheating on him for the past three weeks.”

“Why don’t you just call the guy friend over to explain?”

“He got so pissed so fast and accused me of cheating. I’ve been dating him for nearly five months and he brings up the fact we haven’t had sex yet like that even matters when I’ve been holding back for him and he just blows up on me for fucking nothing,” you said.

“You’re both stubborn people, aren’t ya,” he said.

“Maybe,” you grumbled.

“Maybe this guy is scared and looking for a way out of the relationship. Or maybe he thinks you want out. You mentioned kids. That’s not easy.”

“He’s also...older. There’s an age gap. I was the nanny and now I’m the girlfriend nanny. He’s also kinda...famous,” you said.

“So there’s a lot of stress in this relationship then.”

“No,” you said, dropping your arms to your sides. “It’s not like that.”

“Maybe the dumb bastard just got scared of losing someone again,” he said. “Just a theory.”

“I wish he wasn’t scared,” you said. “I don’t know how to make him not afraid.”

“You ever think maybe he said that because you’re getting in there pretty good now and he’s getting real scared that losing you might hurt just as bad as this wife did.”

“He’s an idiot. But he’s my idiot,” you said. 

“Talk to him. Get an apology and try to forgive him.”

“I already forgive him. I know him. He was scared and I got mad instead of realizing after so many weeks apart all he needed was a freaking hug.”

“Then go home and give him a hug,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said with a nod. “I must have looked like a hot mess or something.”

“Oh for sure,” he chuckled. You smiled and he laughed. “That looks better.”

“Jensen probably left like five messages on my phone by now,” you said. The cop you were with paused and smiled. “What?”

“A kinda famous Jensen. There’s really only one of those in town,” he said.

“Oh. Yeah. Please don’t share that he’s dating. He really wants to keep things private for a lot of reasons right now,” you said.

“He’s my buddy.”

“Your buddy?”

“We went to school together,” he said. “In tenth grade he went for a slide on second base, ripped his pants right down the middle. His hanes bright blue covered ass still managed to get around to home base.”

“He split his pants in a baseball game?” you smiled.

“I know quite a few of his dirty secrets,” he said. “I don’t really know that whole acting thing but him I know and that must make you Y/N. You ever in trouble kid, ever just got a bad feeling and want a cop to come by, give me a call.”

“Thanks,” you said as you took his card. “You really think he’s a dumb bastard?”

“Oh knowing it’s him, 100%. Give him a break. We like him when he smiles,” he said.

“I’m gonna give him a call,” you said. “We should hang out sometime now that Jensen has a break.”

“Definitely. I gotta finish my patrol,” he said. “Take care Y/N.”

“Bye,” you said as you headed back towards your car. You pulled out your phone and saw seven missed calls and twelve unread texts. You tapped the screen and put the phone up to your ear, only ringing for a second.

“I’m sorry,” said Jensen.

“Me too.”

“I’m the one that...shit I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what happened.”

“You missed me and you were scared and seeing Doug probably hurt like a bitch,” you said.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to be the stupid jealous boyfriend.”

“I’m not too far from your brewery if you want to meet there. Get a beer. Blow this over,” you said.

“I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you. Stop apologizing. I want to give you a hug,” you said. 

“I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes?” he asked.

“I’ll see you soon honey.”

“Hi,” said Jensen as you sat at a quiet table in the back, sipping on a beer and eating a piece of pizza. You smiled and stood up, giving him a hug. He tucked his head down and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey we survived our first big fight as a couple,” you said. “That deserves beer and pizza.”

He sat down next to you, forcing a smile on his face. You reached over and cupped his cheek, Jensen turning into it. 

“Please forgive yourself,” you said.

“I don’t really want to,” he said.

“You called me a cheater. I get what I want today and that’s for you to forgive yourself.”

“I don’t know why I said that.”

“Jensen,” you said, stroking his cheek. “I love you.”

He stared at you, a different look in his eyes, the tiniest sliver of a smile peeking through. You inched closer and slid your hand around to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He felt softer than usual, lips barely moving against yours. 

“I love you,” he said. He wrapped his arms around you and grinned. “I have loved you for a very long time.” You kissed him again, Jensen returning it. 

He left his arm around your back, smirking when you did the same to him.

“Can we forget about earlier?” you asked. He nodded and rested his head on your shoulder.

“One last I’m sorry though,” he said.

“Just don’t call me that again and we’re all good, Jens,” you said. “Now eat some of this pizza so I don’t feel like a glutton.”

“I don’t have to slip into a superhero costume any more so dad bod here I come,” he chuckled.

“Does that mean Solider Boy meets some untimely end?”

“No spoilers,” he said. “But I don’t think I’ll be going back to that show. At least as often. I know I want to direct an episode of walker in the fall. I talked to Jared about it actually so that’ll be fun. I might do a duck and run guest appearance on it. I’ll line up something for next year but I want to be home for awhile, do work around here.” 

“I know quite a few people who would be more than okay with that,” you said. 

“Don’t make any plans for Saturday,” he smirked.

“I thought you were having your Jared day tomorrow.”

“Oh we are. Gen invited you and the kids over. She’d like to get to know you. You’ll love her,” he said.

“So what’s Saturday then?” you asked.

“I’d like to take you and the kids out on the boat. We haven’t been since before the accident. Maybe we can go out for dinner and put up the tent in the backyard, have a sleepover out there with the kids.”

“That sounds fun.”

“And...I’d like to maybe next week take you out for the day, just us, maybe...spend the night somewhere,” he said.

“Like a hotel?” you asked.

“Yeah. Or the kids can have a sleepover at Jared’s. Maybe.” He glanced down and you moved your arm from his back, reaching behind yourself to hold his hand. Green eyes flickered over to yours and you smiled. “I’m-”

“You know if you keep apologizing about earlier I’m not going to have sex with you,” you said. “That’s just facts.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “No more apologies. Aside from...I really am sorry about what I said. I’m the one that’s been holding back and not once have you asked for more.”

“We said we’d take it slow and that’s okay,” you said. He squeezed your hand and nodded. “I don’t like you because you’re attractive or your hair is great or your arms are massive. Having fun with you is fun but that’s not why I’m here.”

“I don’t know if I can give you things you want,” he said.

“Just give me you and that’s good with me,” you said.

“Okay,” he said quietly. You scooted closer to him, Jensen tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Let’s do it now.”

“Uh, what?” you said, taking a sip from your beer.

“The kids aren’t home and I don’t want to wait and-”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you said, knocking back your beer and flipping the cardboard down over your pizza. He stared and you burped, picking up the box. “There’s like six slices left and this is too good to waste, even for sex.”

“You have literally never been more attractive than in this moment,” he said. 

“I could be.”

“I’ll see you at the house in twenty?”

“Yes you will Ackles.”

Forty minutes later you hand was slapping against his headboard, legs squeezed so tight around his waist you were shocked he wasn’t complaining. You moaned loudly as he teased your clit and he delivered one more hard thrust. He grunted as you gripped his shoulder with your other hand.

“Jensen,” you breathed out. “I’m right there. Please, please, please…”

You arched your back when he thrust hard, fingers rubbing just a bit rougher and you came all around him, every muscle tensed and riding out that high, long, deep, absolutely perfect orgasm. Jensen thrust a few more times before he groaned and rested his head on your shoulder, big panting breaths fanning over your skin. 

He was sweaty but pulled out slowly, plopping down on the bed beside you, hand resting on his chest.

“I don’t know about you but that was good,” he said. “Damn good.”

You giggled between breaths, nodding your head slightly. You tilted it over towards his, Jensen already staring at you with soft hooded green eyes. 

“Definitely damn good,” you breathed. His lips tugged up into a smile, warm and gentle, his head inching closer to you. You sat up and leaned down to kiss him, Jensen breaking off when he needed air. You trailed a finger down his chest before climbing out of bed and excusing yourself to the bathroom. After you cleaned up you found Jensen chucking the condom in the trash and wiping himself off quickly. 

“Come here you,” he said. He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the bed, laying you down carefully. “I’m big on after sex cuddling just so you know.”

“I find that to be a very attractive quality,” you said as he lay down. He reached down to the end of the bed and grabbed the bunched up blanket, pulling it over the two of you. His arm slid under your head and he pulled you into his side, encouraging you to use him as a pillow. “You’re warm.”

“So are you,” he said. He kissed your temple and let out a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I never thought I’d be able to do that ever again. Let alone not feel bad about doing it,” he said.

“You okay?”

“I’m great,” he said. “Really. I know Dee would have been telling me to not worry so I didn’t. I don’t...I feel like I can talk about her again, you know?”

“You used to call her your wife a lot. Recently you’ve been saying her name more. I think you really are healing, Jensen.”

“I knew the second you left earlier I messed up. I dropped the kids off at Jared’s and then I wound up at the cemetery. I saw these purple flowers there. It’s kinda a different flower but they were her favorite. I’ve only ever told one other person those were her favorites,” he said. You traced your finger over his pec and rested your palm flat on his chest. “Why’d you put flowers there?”

“Why wouldn’t I Jensen?”

“That’s how I knew I can stop being so scared when it comes to you. Purple fucking flowers. You’re just…”

“I love you too,” you said, giving his whole body a squeeze. He returned it, holding you for a long time, neither one of you saying a word. It wasn’t until you noticed the light starting to change in the room that you both moved. 

“Y/N,” said Jensen when you sat upright. You looked over your shoulder, a smile on his face. “Do you want to stay upstairs with me from now on instead of your room? It’s okay if-”

“I’d love to,” you said. “To be honest, I slept up here the other night.”

“You did?” he asked as you nodded.

“I missed you.”

“Me too,” he said.

“I know three little faces that really missed you too,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “Let’s go get the rascals.”

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A/N: Read Part 9 here!

[uppermocns-moved]

if you’re taking requests maybe roadtrips with eren, jean, armin and connie?

road trips

oh my god this is the greatest idea i’ve ever heard. 

eren, jean, armin, connie + road trips

(going on a road trip with all four of them at the end)

cw: fairly gender-neutral, modernverse, weed references

𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗿

eren insists on driving the whole time, no matter how long the trip is.

his phone is plugged into the aux because “my car, my rules” but he doesn’t complain when you unlock his phone and start picking songs. 

forcing him to pull into a drive-through so he can eat real food, not just the 44 oz of mountain dew and monster energy he got from the gas station before you left.

hand-feeding him french fries.

playing i spy when it’s too dark to see anything, or on long highway stretches where the scenery doesn’t change. 

“i spy... something blue.” “is it the sky?” “you’re so good at this, babe.”

it’s very easy to talk him into impulsive detours, even if they’re in the opposite direction – he may be the one driving, but he’s relying solely on you for instructions. just tell him where you’re going and he’ll take you there.

“___ is only a two hour drive from here! we should go!” “yeah? okay.” 

driving with the windows down and enjoying the cool nighttime air.

car-camping in national parks – putting the seats down in the back and throwing together your bed for the night, sitting on the hood of his car to look at the stars with no light pollution, getting baked and watching a dumb show off his phone before going to sleep. 

at this point, eren realizes he forgot to pack his phone charger so you’ve gotta share.

getting breakfast together. eren’s not a morning person, but he can’t be grumpy when you’re looking so cute and sleepy in one of his hoodies. 

eren driving with one hand on the wheel and the other holding yours, occasionally lifting it up for a kiss as a silent thank you for being there with him. as if you’d dream of being anywhere else. 

𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻

listening to the radio to keep things spontaneous, usually the classic rock stations. 

jean taking his hands off the wheel because he needs to air-bass along.

listening to true crime podcasts when the radio cuts out – it’s funny watching jean’s face twist up in disgust during crime scene details, and sometimes he yells in response as if the podcasters can hear him. you also play detective about who you think did it – loser buys food at the next stop. 

music keeps things energetic at the start, but podcasts keep his mind stimulated when he’s been driving for a while. 

the original plan is to split the driving, but you end up falling asleep with your face smushed against the window and jean doesn’t have the heart to wake you up. he doesn’t mind driving the rest of the way.

stopping for food every couple of hours to make sure you’re both eating properly, not just snacks. you do have plenty of snacks, though. 

jean going "uh – excuse me” whenever you open a bag of something and sticking his hand out. he’s like a dad, he always needs a handful of whatever you’re having. sharing is caring. 

jean always packs a lot of unnecessary things, and he will reserve the right to say i told you so when his double-hammock comes in handy.

limited stops along the way (minus food/gas/bathroom) – getting there relatively early means you can relax in the hotel room and maybe explore/go out for dinner later that night.  

when you take over driving, jean is a big window-watcher and takes a lot of pictures of the mountains/scenery. 

already making plans on cool things you can do on the way back, when you have no time restraints – day trips, scenic rest stops, hikes, etc. 

𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

stopping at a starbucks first-thing to get drinks for the road (he makes sure to get some food too so you’re not just running off a venti iced coffee)

splitting the driving – armin is the better (and calmer) navigator so you usually take the first and final shift. 

dozens of cute polaroids to put in your adventure scrapbook

researches fun (and romantic) things you can do when you get to your destination and reads them aloud to you. you come up with a plan together. that waterfall hike sounded really fun. 

armin takes lots of videos because he likes making little montages for his socials

you’re in control of the music. armin likes when you show him new artists – he’ll slowly nod his head along and inevitably add the songs to his spotify. he really likes snail mail. 

he takes over driving when you get tired – he likes holding your hand when he drives, or sometimes you’ll lean over and rest your hand on his thigh.

armin trying not to melt when you put on one of his hoodies for warmth – you have your own, but his are comfier and they smell like him. 

silly games to pass time like i spy or looking for different license plates. it’s fun until armin gets clever and spies things like the mile marker from 10 miles back. 

you insist you aren’t going to fall asleep because you wanna keep him company, but you end up curling into your pillow and dozing off mid-conversation. it’s adorable, and he doesn’t mind. he’ll usually turn on a podcast or an audiobook. 

armin stays awake the whole time but it catches up with him once you reach your destination – all he wants to do is cuddle and rest up

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

leaving a day in advance or very early in the morning because you stop at every tourist attraction along the way.

scenic lookout? let’s go there. world’s biggest ball of yarn? fuck, count me in. meteor craters? already merging onto the exit. dinosaur bones? you read my mind. 

picking up cool souvenirs along the way like geodes and stickers to put on his water bottle. maybe a funky lil alien to hang from the rearview mirror, along with his 20 tree air fresheners. 

taking cute, cheesy pictures of and with each other – connie posing with his arms out like he’s holding the mountain, standing in front of national park signs, etc. 

you collaborated on a road-trip playlist in advance (it’s 12 hours long)

somehow you end up listening to veggie tales or absolutely losing it until the car starts rocking to britney spears

"i love this song” to every song, as if he didn’t put it on the playlist 

listening to connie sing along and butcher all the lyrics. impressive falsetto, though. 

arsenal of snacks – more than you realistically need

screaming every time you see a new “welcome to ___” sign

“WELCOME TO ___!” “WOOOOOO!”

connie rocking the socks with slides. it’s comfortable. 

pulling through drive throughs every once in a while for food, continuously forgetting to throw out the trash bag from your last stop. 

𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺

stopping at the gas station to fill up the gas tank and stock up on snacks for the road – almost everything from the candy aisle, giant bags of doritos, slushies, energy drinks. nobody really thinks to get actual food.

the driving is split between eren “i’m serious, pull the fucking car over or i’m gonna piss myself, jean” jaeger and jean “eren stop honking my fucking horn, traffic won’t go any faster” kirstein. armin is the navigator because they’ll both get everyone lost.

everyone has their turn with the aux cord – until connie cracks himself up playing the same song over and over, then you have to pry it from eren’s cold, dead hands.

so many pictures

impulsive stops at tourist attractions.

playing dumb games to pass the time (quickly turns into replacing one word on each sign with “poop” because they’re all a bunch of children).

finally stopping at a diner later that night for real food

making it to the campsite and setting up tents and hammocks

getting baked around the campfire and telling spooky stories

connie complaining and scaring himself while he wanders off into the dark forest to find a spot to piss

smores (ofc)

going on group hikes and jumping into lakes/down waterfalls together. video of jean belly-flopping.

[anyoneseenadam]

Hey! I love your writing so much! Would you be open to write something about Azriel with a fae in Velaris who his shadows actively seek out and he has no idea why. I imagine that she works at a large library and that's where they meet because Azriel would go to figure out what was so special about her. Thanks!

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: implied smut, drinking, men being gross at bars (doesn’t go into detail), mainly just fluff and awkwardness though :)))

a/n: I rlly like this one so I hope you do to!! comments are always appreciated, hope you enjoy <3

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 Azriel was standing with Cassian in a small street in Velaris. The ground beneath him was cobbled and all the houses in this area were brightly coloured, the sun seeming to shine brighter over them. They were waiting for Mor as she demanded they help her buy Rhysand a birthday present, desperate to get someone, anyone a good present. She was in a small local shop after Cassian suggested that he would love something from any small business and Cassian let out a groan as he realised she had wandered deeper into the shop. They had already been waiting twenty minutes for her.

“I’m going to drag her out,” Cassian said pushing off the wall and Azriel huffed a breath through his nose.

“Please be quick, don’t let her scare you into staying.” Cassian threw a rude symbol over his shoulder and Azriel grinned reservedly.

He let his gaze travel over more of the houses, his gaze catching on a white house with blue accents, and a blue balcony where a girl sat sipping an orange drink from a large glass and reading a book. He observed her for a while, she was sat curled in a straw chair with a colourful cushion and there was soft music coming from her house, her hair was down and natural and her face was clear of makeup as she soaked in the sun, wearing a males oversized shirt and some knee high socks.

Feeling his stare on her she looked up, grinning cheekily at him when he flushed red and lifting her glass to him in greeting. He was saved from further embarrassment though when Cassian came out, dragging a triumphant Mor who was holding up a purple, silk shirt and bottle of wine. Cassian made a gagging face behind her back as she linked arms with both of them, dragging them down the road and chatting their ears off about the kind old lady from the shop.

As they left Azriel dared a final glance over his shoulder to the girl from the balcony who was still watching him, cocking her head, and waving as he left. As they walked home, choosing to enjoy the sun, he heard nothing of what Mor said, completely focused on the girl from the balcony.

--

When they got home Mor winnowed away to hide her present and Cassian made a comment about Mor’s unique ability to always get horrendous presents. They walked through the door and Feyre instantly looked up from her spot of the sofa, gaze narrowing at Azriel.

“You look different.” She said and Rhys looked up too, frowning when he saw Feyre was right.

“What did you change?” he asked as Amren walked into the room, her head tilting.

“Nothing.” He said defensively as everyone stared at him, not enjoying the way everyone was looking at him now and wishing he could be alone to daydream about the pretty girl he had seen.

“Haircut?” suggested Nesta but he shook his head.

“I haven’t changed anything!” Mor was back now too and had joined in staring, gasping when she realised.

“Where are your shadows?!”

“Ohhhhhhh, that’s it,” Cassian said, sitting down next to his mate as Azriel felt for the shadows that followed him, feeling a rush of white-hot panic shoot through him when he couldn’t feel them.

“Wait what? Where are they then?” Rhys asked and he shook his head, searching for them and frowning when he felt them far away.

“They’re still in Velaris, they must have just stayed somewhere,” he tried to explain.

“Is there another shadow singer in Velaris?” Amren asked and Rhys shook his head.

“Not that we know of,” Azriel felt a flood of relief as his shadows flew back in, almost sheepishly and settled around him, whispering complaints and apologies, as he wondered what had kept them.

--

You had frowned when the handsome, winged male had left, rather enjoying the eye candy. Your friend walked back outside and took her seat opposite you, as you placed down your book and picked up your Apperol Spritz.

“You just missed the hottest male I’ve ever seen.” You said, laughing at her as her face fell completely.

“Why didn’t you shout for me!” she screeched, and you flung an olive pit at her head,

“He would have heard me idiot!”

“Well did you at least get a name?”

“No but I made prolonged eye contact and I think he got the message.”

“The message being?”

“That I would like to marry him and have his babies.”

“Ah makes sense,” you were laughing together as she carried on with the story she had been telling you about the cute Faerie at her work when you felt a cold feeling settle around you, strange given you were still sat in the sun. She stopped talking, giving you a weird look.

“How are you doing that?” she asked as you shrugged.

“I’m not,” the feeling moved, and you realised you were surrounded by shadows, alike the handsome man you had just seen. Your initial anxiety slipped away as they started playing with your hair and caressing your skin alike a lover would. “Hot boy had shadows like this,” you commented, and your friend gasped, eyes wide and a hand over her heart as she sighed.

“Maybe you’re mates!” you rolled your eyes, relaxing into the shadows touch.

“I don’t think my commitment issues can take that,” you joked, and it was her turn to roll her eyes.

“That cynicism is going to be the death of you,” she said in a singsong voice before downing her gin, “Now onto important matters, Rita’s or The Marine?”

--

Two hours later you were completely dolled up, lips red and eyeliner smudged, heeled boots elongating your legs and your all-black outfit making you look intimidating enough that you wouldn’t be bothered by gross men.

“We’re fae, why do you dress like a vampire,” your friend asked, the two of you already slightly buzzed from pre’s.

“Cause vampires are hot and I’m hot so it’s a match made in heaven.”

“Also she has a blood kink!” your roommate shouted from the bathroom and you threw a shoe at her.

“Bitch.” You said, laughing as she came out and the three of you stood to leave.

“Am I wrong?” she asked, and you shoved her, muttering a small no under your breath.

The three of you made your way to Rita’s and got in the queue. You leaned against the cold, brick wall when you saw him again, similarly dressed in all black and somehow looking even better under the light of the moon, his tanned skin glowing in the pale light. He caught your eyes, his face barely changing as he lifted his hand in a half wave, you nodded your head up with a smirk. Your friends followed your gaze, both gasping slightly as they caught sight of him at the end of the queue with his friends.

“Is that hot boy?!”

“Uh huh,” you smiled cheekily at her, “And I call dibs.”

“I get why you want to have his babies,”

“Wait you know him?” your roommate asked, and you shrugged with a smile. “How the fuck do you know the high lords shadow singer?”

“I get around,”

“He was outside earlier today,” your friend translated as the three of you moved into the club, instantly heading to the bar for more drinks.

“That too I guess, shots?” the three of you ordered six vodka shots and you laughed at your friends’ reactions to them.

“How do you enjoy this,” your roommate squealed as you tipped your head back, smiling at the familiar burn.

“Feels good,” you said, taking your second.

“Sadist.”

--

Azriel couldn’t believe his eyes. There you were again, your bare face swapped for dark makeup, and loose clothes swapped for a dress he desperately wanted to see on his floor. At first he wasn’t even sure it was the same girl, your style so different, but it was. And he had waved. No cool head tilt like the one you gave him, no sultry eyes, and pouting lips, just a stupid wave. And then you had laughed with your friends and he decided he needed the sound bottled, something to keep with him at all times.

You had walked inside without so much as a second glance and Azriel had to refrain himself from slamming his head against the wall.

“Who were you waving at?” Amren asked, the small women appearing next to him.

“Just someone I met earlier.” He didn’t want to get into the details, especially not around Cassian who would tease him relentlessly if he heard. Amren, thankfully, dropped it as they moved into Rita’s, his eyes instantly finding you at the bar, two empty shot glasses next to you as you laughed with your friends.

He moved with his family to a table that pretty remained reserved for them as Rita came to get them some drinks and see if they wanted food. He only half listened, ordering a Scotch as he watched you as you and your friends moved to dance together, completely enamoured by you despite not having said anything to you.

Eventually he pulled his eyes away and focused on his friends and his drink as they laughed into the small hours of the night. He kept stealing glances at you, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you leaning against the bar waiting for drinks as a male leaned too close to you. He almost stood to intervene when saw you lean in close to the man, meeting Azriel’s eyes over his shoulder and whispering in his ear. Azriel wished he could hear what you said but you were too far away, and the music was too loud, but whatever it was, the male turned white and scampered away, almost tripping over his feet as you giggled.

When it happened this time he noticed, feeling the coolness of his shadows leave and he watched as they travelled over to you, wrapping around you, and making you look like an angel of death. You turned and caught his eyes, winking at him before grabbing the tray of drinks the bartender had laid out for you and sauntering over to your friends.

“Is she a shadow singer?” Feyre asked, following his gaze and he shook his head, feeling a smile come over his face as he watched you interact with your drunk friends.

“No I think they just like her,” his high lady smiled at him,

“You mean you like her,”

“I haven’t even spoken to her.” He said drily and Nesta leaned over,

“Love at first sight,” she said in a singsong voice making him roll his eyes.

“This isn’t a romance book,” he said, huffing as a crowd moved in front of you and he couldn’t see you anymore.

“You tell yourself that,” Feyre said, patting his knee.

An hour later, when most the club was empty, you were standing, swaying slightly with your friend leaning on you.

“No baby, no more you’ll throw up again,” he heard you coo as she reached for a drink that was left on someone table. She huffed but you passed her into the arms of your other friend, and he sat up straight when he realised you were coming over to him.

You bowed your head slightly at Rhys and Feyre as all his friends turned to stare at you, your gaze unfaltering and your back straight as you looked at him.

“I think these belong to you,” you said, gesturing to the shadows swirling around your arms.

He tried to fight his blush, pulling them back in, “Yeah, thanks..?” he trailed off and you finished for him.

“(y/n).”

“Azriel.”

“Well Azriel,” his name sounded divine on your tongue, and you shot him another half-smile, “see you around.”

--

The next day, he was up only three hours after he fell asleep, desperate to find you. He wandered into town, usual leathers swapped for a white shirt collar peeking out of a dark sweater, his hands tucked into his pockets as he found himself wandering down your cobblestoned street. He looked up to your balcony and considered throwing rocks at the glass doors like in one of Nesta’s romance novels but paused when he saw all the lights were turned off.

Instead he chose to wander into the shop Mor had been in the previous day. The room smelt old, and he could see the dust moving in the morning light as he walked in. An old lady was behind the counter and she smiled as she recognised him.

“Hello, how can I help you?” she asked as he came to stand in front of her.

“I actually had a question,” she motioned for him to continue, “Do you know where I could find (y/n)?” he asked, and she smiled a knowing smile.

“Interested in my granddaughter are you?” she asked, eyes sparkling and Azriel rubbed the back of his neck, smiling nervously, “She works at the library in the square, I’m sure you’ll find her there.”

He thanked her and she waved him away, knowing she would get to hear all the details next Wednesday when the two of you met for tea. But until then she was happy to watch the handsome man leave to find you.

He flew to the library that your grandmother had mentioned and walked in. This was always one of his favourite places to come in the city. The bookshelves were tall and overflowing, candles covered the room, and there were huge glass windows on the far wall that cast the room in planes of light. He walked around for a while, letting his shadows lead him until he found you with a pile of books in your arms that you were going to return.

You smiled when you saw him, dressed in a black dress with lots of daisies on it that went halfway down your calf, a black cardigan, and black boots. Your hair was held back in a low bun, but you had strands falling out making you look impossibly cute, and he almost said as much as he moved to take some books from your arms.

“So are you stalking me now?” you had asked cheekily, and he stammered when he realised just how weird he looked.

“No, no I…”

“Relax I’m teasing, I’m glad you’re here actually.”

“You are?” he asked, relaxing slightly as you stood on your tiptoes to put a book on a shelf.

“Yes, you’re very pretty,” he laughed, and you smiled at him, your eyes creasing.

“Well so are you,” he replied as you turned to face him, “But you do keep stealing my shadows and I’m wondering why that is?”

“I’m stealing them am I? I just presumed that you were very mean to them and they wanted someone else,”

“They’re spoiled,” he joked, watching as they trailed up your arms and you giggled,

“You speak about them like they’re pets.”

“You’d be surprised how accurate that actually is,” he muttered as you moved to the next aisle and your laughter bounced of the walls, wincing slightly due to your drinking induced headache.

He went to help you with more books when his fingers touched your hand and the word hit him, mate. You looked up at him shocked before giggling.

“I guess that’s what the shadows meant,” you let out an ‘oomph’ as suddenly the shadows shot forward, pushing you into his chest and Azriel looked at you.

“I have a mate.” He repeated to himself.

“And I have commitment issues so this might be rough,”

“It’s fine I have attachment issues,” he replied, unable to stop the smile forming on his face, “Match made in heaven.”

“More like hell,” you joked as he leaned down to you.

“Can I kiss you?” he practically whispered, lips almost touching yours as his wings circled the two of you. You nodded slightly and the two of you stumbled back from the force of the kiss, his hands gripping your waist tightly as yours wove into his hair, grinning against his mouth.

“Azriel,” you muttered between kisses, pulling back slightly only to just be pulled right back in. You repeated his name again, successfully pulling away this time as his lips attached to your neck.

“Az, we’re in a public library.”

“So?”

“So we can continue this when I’m off work,” you shoved him off with a laugh as he grumbled, before pulling you in for a final kiss.

“What time?” he asked.

“My shift ends at three,” you smiled as he looked at the clock.

“It’s only eight,”

“Maybe wait at your house,” you laughed at his expression, pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth before walking off, shooting him a smirk over you shoulder.

Only six hours, fifty-nine minutes left.

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ~

Part III

© sailorhyunjinz 2021; Rights Reserved

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ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: am so creative with the office numbers? right? tell me im creative LMAO

oh god this was a fucking pain in the ass to read through i cringed at every sentence so hopefully my pain will be your pleasure

Taking pictures of you - MASTERLIST

ONE｜TWO｜THREE

Unlike any other day you couldn’t get out of bed. A boulder of nervousness plaguing you. Through the cracks of the blinds the sun shined in, small particles of dust floating around your resting figure. You were wide awake yet you felt asleep, your thoughts consuming your mind as the dimly lit room became brighter as time ticked on.

You were thinking, perhaps overthinking. This whole situation with Hyunjin seemed confusing and happened way to fast, your psyche not having a moment to digest the events that unfolded during the last couple of days.

Love was a feeling you were familiar with. You knew how it felt. Those butterflies in ones stomach, fluttering everytime a thought of the person passes through your ones.

You felt the same feeling everytime you thought of Hyunjin.

How his soft lips would feel against your cheek that was hot from just looking at his beauty. How his blond hair falls in his face everytime he puts it into a ponytail, his silver decorated fingers tucking the stray pieces behind his pierced ear. These thoughts alone would make your heart beat faster than ever, you eyes clouding with lust even if you knew that this relationship would be impossible given the status the both of you have in this judging industry.

Pushing the covers aside, you sat up before slowly stepping out, your feet hitting the cold flooring of the apartment. You stretched your arms upwards, feeling your spine extend as you squinted, a ray of sunshine hitting you right in the eyes.

The boulder in your chest didn’t feel any lighter but you still got up, wanting time to fly by fast just so you could see his face once again.

♡

No amount of mindfulness exercises could calm the churning of your stomach. The clock in your living room ticked as you watched it with careful eyes, waiting for the time to hit precisely half past before you got up from the couch and shuffled over to the wardrobe, only being stopped from a pling on your phone.

[Bangchan] y/n! can you come by in about an hour? need to discuss some concept photos, sorry for such short notice ❤️

That’s when it hit you. Bangchan didn’t know anything about this. He didn’t know that you’d seen the photos from the shoot and most importantly that you went on a date with the photographer. You could only describe the feeling as ‘improper’. Bangchan was after all one of the closest people in your life, he made you to who you are today and lying to him felt wrong but you shielded your eyes from the truth as you typed back.

[y/n] soz, got plans

[Bangchan] I don’t see any other meeting scheduled for today?

[y/n] you do know that I have a life outside of work? take the day off Chan, you could use some rest ❤️

[Bangchan] Don’t worry about me! You have fun alright?

[y/n] alright, see you next week then ^^

You clicked on the off button on your phone, making the text messages disappear. Getting paranoid, you plopped down on the couch, thinking about every possible way you could get caught which you’d already been, photos of you and Hyunjin circulating throughout social media but they mustn’t have reached Bangchan just yet. You felt like digging a hole underground, wanting to hide away from all these thoughts. The main thought in your mind was whether or not you understood Hyunjin’s intentions. 

What if this love was one sided? 

Waveing your hand in the air, you attempted to get the mind out of your head as if you were breaking up a cloud of real thoughts. You glanced up at the clock and only then realised that you were running late, as usual.

“Wear whatever you want”

Was what Hyunjin said last time but that didn’t make it easier to choose an outfit. Standing infront of multiple racks of clothing you pulled up the weather application on your phone. “Sunny” you mumbled, making you gravitate towards a beige croptop with white stripes around the neckline as well as a white tennis skirt. Not too dressed up but not too dressed down either, just right. Clothes were flying everywhere when you searched for a pair of white socks to pair with your white high platform sneakers. You put the outfit on, observing yourself in the mirror and smiling, trying to get yourself in a better mood rather than being a nervous wreck. Pulling up your phone, you snapped a picture and sent it to the person who knew best about fashion. Jisung.

[y/n] Sungie! Is this acceptable for a impromptu photoshoot?

The fashionable boy replied minutes later.

[Jisung] oh!! that’s so cute! very much acceptable in my book 🥺

You smiled at his reply

[y/n] phew! good... 

[Jisung] is it a date?

Your fingers froze above the keyboard on the phone. Was it that noticeable? Was this really a date? 

[y/n] no!!!

[Jisung] you sure, i saw those photos on social media. ahh.. y/n dating famous photographers now...

By this point you were sweating bullets. 

[y/n] first of all, i’m not meeting him and second of all, he’s a friend so shut it. 

[Jisung] hahah alright alright... i won’t tell Bangchan

[y/n] you have nothing to tell!! we’re friends just like you and I so be quiet otherwise i’ll come over there with balloons, popping them in your face.

[Jisung] oh wow... im so scared...

[y/n] need to leave, if i hear something about you spreading some rumors i’ll seriously do it.

[Jisung] Photo Attachment.

The photo that popped up was from yesterday and your breath hitched. You couldn’t help but to notice the way Hyunjin was looking at you, his eyes filled what seemed like adoration. 

[Jisung] yeah because that totally doesn’t look like a date

[y/n] DON’T TELL BANGCHAN PLEASE

[Jisung] oh so it is a date? alright, i won’t! have fun and be safe

[y/n] be safe? we’re taking pictures, not drag racing

[Jisung] hahah stop playing innocent

Your eyes widened in realisation.

[y/n] you crazy fucker

[y/n] I WILL DESTROY YOUR ENTIRE WARDROBE IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP I DON’T SLEEP ON THE FIRST DATE

[Jisung] Whatever you say

Thanks to Jisung you were now running dangerously late leading to you snatching objects from all corners of the apartment before ordering a cab that would arrive in minutes.

♡

“We’ve arrived, miss” the cab driver says, smiling at you through the rear-view mirror. You thank him and step out of the yellow car, a smell of car exhaust hitting your nose. The cab drives away, leaving nothing but a small cloud of smoke. You looked up, almost not seeing the tip of the building as the skyscraper towered over you. You’re beside the busy road, mouth agape. You’d walked by a couple of times but knowing that you knew the person that owned at least a bit of the building made you giddy. 

You walked in and was greeted by a grand lobby, a front desk as big as the wall behind it. The entire place was filled with people, everyone from business men in suits to trainee models in the most flamboyant outfits. Fishnet stockings, heavy chains and distressed jeans that consisted of more air then jeans material. The sun shined through the many glass panes that made up most of the ceiling and the slight breeze of the air conditioner made this whole vibe of the building comforting. 

“Hi! y/n y/l/n, meeting Hwang Hyunjin” you say to the receptionist that was a relatively old woman, probably in her early 60′s. She was wearing a white button down shirt with her hair in a high bun, a couple of gray strands sticking out. Her red painted mouth contorted into a smile. 

“y/n, Hyunjin said that you could make your way to his office without the guards. You must be a close friend” 

You smiled shyly with your warm cheeks, looking at either side of the desk where two tall buff men were standing, wearing walkie talkies on their black vests. With a small nod, you started speaking. 

“W-where exactly is his office?”

“Floor 20, his main office is in room 03″

“Thank you!” 

You quickly shuffled over to the elevators, pushing the button that lit up with orange light emitting. 

PLING

The doors to the elevator opened and you stepped inside, a couple of office workers joining you and pressing the necessary buttons to make the elevator lift off. 

You step out at the 20th floor, looking around at all the intricate wall design, everything inspired by ancient greece which explains the broken vases that were scattered across the hallway in the most unconventional places. They were all encapsulated with glass and standing on tall white pillars, the vases looking rather sad, being in a spectra of ashy grey colors, every single one of them falling apart. 

Stopping, you observed this one vase that caught your attention. It had swirly details around the edge and was shattered in a rather beautiful way. It made you think how even the most broken pieces still carry beauty, beauty unique to only oneself. 

“It’s pretty right?”

The voice sounded familiar and warm, almost as if it had anticipated your arrival. 

“y-yeah, it really is” 

You say turning around, nearly jumping up on the wall when seeing the figure that looked back at you. It was Hyunjin.

Yet again, his presence was astonishing. Everytime you met him it felt as if you’d met him for the first time. The blond boy was standing tall in front of you, wearing a black hoodie, black basketball shorts and a matching headband. A backpack was thrown across his one shoulder and a smaller camera around his neck, everything about his appearence looking completely different from the last time you saw him, his style usually more sophisticated. 

“On your way to meet me, yeah?” he asked and you nodded shyly. 

“My office is the other way, you know?”

You lifted your gaze to look at the tiny sign on the wall that pointed in two directions, you were walking down the hallway for offices 20-40 by accident and you smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of your head. 

“I didn’t know heh...” 

“It’s alright! Come with me, I was on my way to the studio”

“What room is that? Your office?”

“No, the room next to my office, come! I’ll show you!”

He grabbed your hand and you felt your body stiffen as he dragged you down the hallway, his hand not being decorated with statement rings this time, instead feeling soft and warm. You blanked out, your legs walking by themselves. 

He stopped at a brown door, a tiny gold sign saying « 04 » and beside it a transparent sign stating that this was a photography studio. Hyunjin opened the door and dragged you in, closing the door behind you.

A cold wind hit your warm body, the air conditioner blasting it’s breeze with a faint sound. The room was wide, one wall being made completely out of glass, stand close enough and you could peer down the bustling city filled with people, cars and buildings. The typical photoshoot setup was already in place, the camera being propped up infront of a white backdrop, a white pilar in the middle and two boxlights standing unlit behind the camera. In the corner stood a vintage brown leather couch, the swirly metal details were concealed with a layer of chipped gold paint. Beside the couch stood a simple white table. A black bucket rested on the floor and upon closer inspection you noticed plants, multiple stems of eucalyptus poking out, wrapped in cellophane.

“What are these for?” 

You sat down on your knees infront of the bucket while Hyunjin was pressing buttons on the camera that was screwed onto the tripod before walking over to the table and placing down the camera he had around his neck, his backpack lying lazily on the floor. He looked at your crouching figure, the corners of his lips going upwards.

“I thought they’d suit you”

You held in one of the stems, turning your head and looking at his shy smile, his dimples sitting playfully on the sides of his cheeks. You giggle, standing up and leaning against the white pillar, holding the plant in your both hands. 

“Do they?”

Hyunjin walked towards the steadied camera, bending down and peeking through the lens.

“They do”

click

Your eyes widen, him snapping a picture without you paying attention.

“Hey! I wasn’t even prepared!” you chuckle, pointing at the blonde boy with the long plant that was dripping at the stem. 

“Nature is a bit more beautiful when caught off guard, don’t you think?” Hyunjin says, his honey-like voice, echoing through the room.

You nod, staring down at the leafs of the plant, rubbing them between your thumb and pointer finger. 

click

click 

click

“Try leaning with your butt against the pillar and with one foot fully on the side of the pillar”

You did as he told, the pillar being surprisingly stable.

“Tilt your head and look down to the right”

Once again, you follow his instruction and he hums in satisfaction before pushing the button on the camera twice.

click

click

Your warm face turned into a smile, laughing loudly from embarrassment when he observed the pictures on his display. He snickers quietly from shyness, a faint blush brushing across his features as his brown eyes were glued to the screen. Hyunjin peeks up from the camera, seeing you looking down at the backdrop that was filled with ashy grey shoeprints. 

The sound of his footsteps got closer until you saw them in your periferal view causing you to look up at his tentative face. He smiles, displaying his pearly white teeth and crescent shaped eyes before stretching his hand out, feather light fingertips grazing your hot cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, your dainty gold earrings now visible. Hyunjin’s hand lingers on your jaw as he looks at you with a gleam in his eyes, you gulping loudly as your gaze lowers to his pouty pink lips. Leaning forward, Hyunjin tilts his head, attaching his lips onto yours, your heart skipping a beat from the comforting feeling of having him close to you. 

You drop the fragile twig on the floor, kissing him back by pursing your lips and tilting your head as well. The romantic tension that has been bubbling on the surface everytime you met had finally subsided, now the air overflowed sexual tension. 

Cupping his blushed cheeks, you deepen the kiss my licking his plump bottom lip, coaxing his tongue that eventually slipped into your mouth. His hands were firmly planted on your waist, pulling you closer to his body that radiated heat in the already scorching summer weather. 

The two tongues danced around in a impatient manner, the two of you dreaming of this moment since meeting. Hyunjin’s hands roamed over all the valleys of your body, placing his hands on the bottom of your butt, pulling you even closer, close enough to feel his semi-erection against your abdomen. Your eyes spring open in realisation, your body melting in his arms as you felt the effects of the deep kiss, the effects being you unable to control the wet patch that was forming on your underwear, nothing but the thin fabric seperating it from the air due to you wearing a skirt. 

Pulling away from the kiss, your hot breath and a line of saliva was the only thing that seperated you and Hyunjin. You shielded your face from his twinkling eyes, you glancing at the blonde boy through the gaps between your fingers. His two hands grip your wrists, pulling your hands down as he smiles widely

“Don’t hide that pretty face”

Hyunjin giggles, your chuckles following shortly after. The boy grips your wrist tightly, walking backwards as he looks intensely into your eyes, his back falling against the couch as you sit down on the couch on your knees, he looks at you for a moment before attaching his lips again, pushing you down and hovering above you. The wet sounds of the sloppy kiss fills your ear, you helplessly rubbed your thighs together in anticipation. His fingertips trailed down your chest, tracing small circles on the inside of your thigh before plunging down under your skirt, grazing the wet spot on your underwear. The both of you smile into the kiss. 

“Can I?” Hyunjin says, momentarily pulling away from your sweet lips and tugging on the edge of your panties. You nod shyly, not believing that this is happening. 

His lanky fingers run up and down your wet folds as you put your hand at the back of his neck, pulling his blushing face closer to yours and pursing your lips to kiss him sensually. Hyunjin’s fingers gently brush up against your clit that was swollen from excitement, sending shivers down your spine. 

You knew this was wrong, the door wasn’t even locked meaning that anyone could walk in at any moment but the way lips felt on yours made a thousand fireworks ignite, sparking from your chest. Wrapping your hand around his wide wrist, you guide his fingers down to your sopping entrace, your entire body craving him inside of you.

Hyunjin places once last peck on your soft lips before looking at you with concern, asking for permission with his fluffy brown eyes. You nod, your eyelashes gently fluttering over your eyes. His middle finger slips into you with ease, shortly followed by a second finger from seeing how good your cunt swallowed his digits, your essence coating them. A faint gasp escapes your lips as his fingers felt around your velvety walls, the whole situation still feeling like a dream. 

“D-does it feel good?” 

“mhm!” you hum, nodding your head as your grasp around his wrist tightens everytime he curls his fingers upwards. Small whimpers came from you as his fingers started pumping in and out, the blond boy chuckling at your reaction. 

“Did you think I was innocent?” 

The question lingers in the air as you look at him in the eyes.

“Y-yes,,,” just as the question you let the answer hang in the air as Hyunjin hummed, being knuckles deep into you and curling his fingers upwards once more, making you choke on your own moan. Hyunjin nodded slowly, glancing down at your body as he thought.

“It’s because,,, because you’re shy,, different from the others.” You added quickly, filling the silence that was soon interupted by your whimpers as the so called ‘innocent boy’ started circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. 

“I think you’re different from the others, you make me like this baby”

Hyunjin said, seconds later crashing his lips against yours, his tongue attacking yours. He retracted his fingers, the tips coated in your juices and glistening in the sunlight. You whined inbetween kisses, the feeling of being empty leaving you disappointed. Hyunjin’s veiny hands trailed up your stomach, pulling the croptop up and resting it just above your boobs, your white bra exposed. 

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss, the both of you breathless as the kisses you exchanged were anything but light. His two damp fingers made their way to his mouth, licking them with a slight smirk on his lips. You could go crazy from the sight alone, his big brown eyes turning blank with lust. Not being able to control yourself any longer, you sat up on your knees and pulled off the top, unclasping your bra while you’re at it. As the fabric hit the floor, Hyunjin’s eyes darted to your bare tits, the wind from the air conditioner stiffening your two sensitive buds. You looked at him with a jumbled expression, him staring at your nipples for what seemed like an eternity. You hummed softly, causing him to snap back into reality, the blond boy pulling the black hoodie up from his head, displaying the defined muscles on his abdomen. You wanted him, you wanted him so bad. 

Your knees hit the floor with a thump as looked up at Hyunjin, knealing between his two legs and watching the tent in his loose shorts grow. 

“Do you really want to do this,, y/n,, you don’t have t-”

You hushed before speaking.

“Don’t worry, Hyunjin” you say with a stern voice making Hyunjin shiver, not knowing if it’s from your tone of voice or the way his name rolled of your tongue.

The blonde boy grabbed the small camera that was resting on the table, you looked up at him with confusion before smiling at his pleading eyes that met yours. You nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted to do and giving him permission since you never knew if he’d get to see you like this ever again. 

You hook your two hands on the sides of his shorts and underwear, pulling the fabric down as Hyunjin awkwardly lifts his hips up from the couch for a moment, allowing you to slide the both garments down in one nimble motion. His veiny length sprung out, the tip hitting his abdomen for a moment before resting infront of your eyes, a bead of precum already leaking from his delicate slit. You gulp, the task of sucking him off suddenly seeming daunting. Hyunjin must have noticed since his face turned concerned, a half smile flashing across his lips. 

“y/n,, you don’t have to-aghh!”

Hyunjin was cut of by his own breathy moan, your pursed lips wrapping around his leaking tip, licking small kitten licks before sinking deeper down his impressive length. Hyunjin’s blonde hair fell out of his face when his head rolled back in pleasure, resting it against the back of the rustic couch. 

“f-fuck y/n,,, just- just like that”

He hummed out, his sweet voice intoxicated with desire. Your tongue swirled around his pretty red tip, simultaneously stroking the part doesn’t fit inside of your wet mouth. Multiple shutters of the camera was heard, his hand barely stable enough to hold it due to the pleasure that was shooting through his core. It didn’t take long before his dick twitched against you lips, your cheeks hollowed as bob up and down his girth. His eyes rolled back into his skull as his hand went down to cup your cheek, your eyes stinging with tears as you choked around him. Pulling off with a pop, his dick glimmered as a heavy layer of saliva rested on it, his already warm body turning hotter. He looks down at you, a smug half-smile errupting on his lips as he continued to stroke your cheek, his thumb grazing your cheekbone as he flicked through the photos on his camera, the half-smile now a full on expression of happiness. The two of you sat like that for a while, the silence engulfing the room as you observed his indescribable features. His sharp jawline contrasted with his soft skin that had a dust of rose pink across the cheeks, his moles adding to his charm. 

“Fuck me, Hyunjin”

The words slipped out of your mouth, his brown shiny eyes widening before being overtaken by a blank gaze, placing the silver camera back on the tiny table. 

“You thought I would stop here?”

Now it was your turn to be flustered, his sugary sweet voice interlaced with the cocky words making you even wetter then before, if that’s even possible. Without answering, he pulled you up to the couch by your hand and laying you down before realising what he forgot. The blond boy reached for the baggy backpack laying on the white floor, unzipping the front pocket and fishing out a condom. You nodded shyly, feeling your hands getting sweatier from nervousness, not really sure where to put them. Hyunjin noticed your gaze that was running all over the room, your body slightly tense. The boy snickered, ripping the shiny wrapping open with his hands where veins had started to become apparent. 

“Something wrong?” He asks shyly, placing the condom on his leaking tip before rolling the rubber onto his length. You shake your head.

“J-just thinking,,,” you say, your voice fading out at the end. 

“About?” His voice inhibiting a questionable tone as he holds himself up above you, his elbows on either side of your head. 

“A-about,,, you” 

That was a lie. You thought about how this would end up being disclosed to your company and your friends, Felix would snap your head if he found out that you slept with Hyunjin. Did it even have to be disclosed? Couldn’t it just be a secret between you and Hyunjin? As much as you wish that it could, it simply couldn’t. Not working in this industry. 

Hyunjin smiled softly, his hand trailing down the curves of your body before lifting up the fabric of your skirt, his fingers pushing your panties aside and feeling your throbbing pussy once again. His caramel eyes looked into you the entire time. 

Lifting himself up, he positioned the tip of his member at your sopping entrance, you chuckling softly as he gripped your hips but your chuckle was quickly replaced by a loud gasp, his dick stretching out your tight pussy better than you thought. 

“Are you ok, y/n?” 

He said softly, his dick not even halfway in but already jerking from your welcomingly wet and warm cunt wrapping around his crimson tip. You nodded, looking up at him. 

“Pl-please,, keep going Hyunjin”

The blonde boy blushed, his ears turning red. Tightening the grip on your hips he fully entered you, you shutting your eyes tightly from the slightly painful but pleasurable experience. Glancing down at you, he had to use every bit of discipline to not pound into you. In his eyes you looked angelic. Your parted lips that we’re coated by saliva and the way your skirt bunched up around your waist made it feel like torture to be inside of you, not moving to let you adjust to his size. 

“C-can I move?” He asks impatiently to which you smile, nodding and wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer to your warm body. Your breath hitched as he softly wraps his hand around your neck, him thinking he’d gone too far.

“I-im sorry! I-” 

You hush him, placing your index finger over his plush pink lips. 

“I’ll tell you if anything doesn’t feel good, alright?” You so desperatly wanted to place a “baby” at the end of the sentence, that nickname fitted him but being to scared to confess your feelings. Just because he wants you doesnt mean he loves you. Hyunjin nodded like an excited puppy, finally getting the permission of moving and feeling your clenched walls around his length, his one hand still wrapped around your throat. 

His thrusts were slow, filled with passion which only worsened your longing for him, the longing of him being yours. Small whimpers dripped from between your parted lips, the moans being mixed with Hyunjin’s low grunts and sounding like a melody. You peeked up at the model-like boy, his expression being synonymous to pleasure. The movements eventually quickened, his long cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, making you put your hands behind his back, your fingernails digging into his soft honey skin. His previously closed eyes fluttered open, watching you with a soft gaze through his fierce eyes. You smiled and he smiled back before his gaze drifted away from yours.

“Y-you feel so good y-y/n,,, you’re an angel”

Chuckling and moaning at the same time, his praise gave you a sense of security but also a sense of lust, wanting to coax out even more dangerously sweet words from his pretty mouth. 

“Go faster,,, Hyunjin”

You gasped out, the pleasure starting to pick up it’s pace. The sound of skin slapping against each other bounced off the white walls in the big studio, the old sofa creaking ever so often from the blond boys powerful thrusts. Hyunjin would never get tired of hearing you say his name, never. 

The knot in your stomach signaled your impending orgasm as your walls were stretched out. You pleaded him to not stop, your voice sounding frail as you neared your sweet release. The hot tempeture wasn’t helping the situation, sweat beading underneath Hyunjins headband, soaking the two strands of blonde locks that hanged infront of his face. 

“F-fuck,, y/n you’re so pretty with my hands wrapped around your throat, fuck-” 

A loud groan escaped his lips, the pleasure of your wet pussy against his rock-hard length getting too much, Hyunjin having to hold back until you came, not wanting to appear selfish. It wasn’t long until you felt your legs shaking around him, your toes curling as the squeaky sound from the couch increased along with the speed of Hyunjin’s thrusts, the rubber not giving him as much intimacy as he would have liked but the visual of you lying beneath him, squirming away from bliss and softly moaning made up for it. 

“I think- i think I’m cumming, s-shit Hyunjin, I’m cumming”

The words spilled from you, quickly followed by a incoherent mumbling of his name before a wave of hot flashed through your entire body, your walls clenching around him as your erotic juices coated his twitching cock. You held your hands against your face that was lightly coated with sweat but before you could come down from your high Hyunjin pinned your hands above your head by your wrists, him letting out a growl before his cum filled the tip of the condom. The both of you rode out your powerful orgasm, your moans softening as the intense feeling subsided, Hyunjin shivering with his last thrust before pulling out. 

The light sound of the air conditioner was now accompanied with heavy panting, your chest heaving as Hyunjin softly pulled down your skirt and ran his hand through his blonde hair, pushing the stray hairs away before rolling off the cumfilled condom and throwing it on the floor, the rubber landing on the dark clothing that were pooling next to the leather couch. The young boy lays down beside you, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as you faded away in a million thoughts, still trying to process what just happened. You turned your head against his, feeling his lingering gaze on your face and you swore you could hear your heart beat in your ears as his cheekbones lifted, his now cherry red lips turning into a soft smile. 

“Do you like me?” 

You choked on your own saliva, coughing and sitting up in panic making Hyunjin worry, him patting you on the back as he sat up next to you. 

“I-im sorry,, I shouldn’t have- y/n,, so-sorry”

He mutters out as you start laughing, he looking confused at your chuckling figure. 

“T-that’s,,, quite the direct question” you say, clearing your throat before continuing. “I don’t know Hyunjin. You know that this isn’t possible”

You saw his previously twinkling eyes turn blank, his heart sinking. 

“Uhm,,, n-no totally not,,, I just said it to-”

He tried to play cool, brushing off the fact that he didn’t get the answer he so longed for. His gaze turning away from your angelic face.

“But I like you”

You spoke quietly, your voice cracking at the end. Hyunjin turned back to you.

“Why wouldn’t it work then?” he asked with a confused voice. You sighed

“Hyunjin, do you not know who you are? We fucked in a building where you own half of the rights, you work with famous people and your work is in every magazine, don’t you understand?”

He stayed silent for a while, comtemplating on what to say before grabbing your clammy hand. 

“Do you only see me for my career?”

You shake your head, trying to catch eye contact with the blonde boy but failing as he stares down at your small hand in his grasp. 

“Hyunjin, I love you but this feels way to quick,,, I can’t just-”

“I’ve known about you for a while, y/n. Do you know why we even worked together in the first place?” 

Hyunjin speaks calmly, a thin string of sadness threading through his voice. You shake your head, looking at him but he looking away.

“I reached out to Bangchan first”

You weren’t surprised, only confused. What did he see in you? 

“I know it might seem,, rushed! But if- if we both like each other then we can make it work. Please don’t worry about our reputations, you are more than your career y/n even if it means the world to you.”

Hyunjin hesitated finishing his sentence, feeling sick to his stomach from the fear of rejection. You withdrew your hand, instead opening your arms and hugging him to which he smiled and hugged you back, the both of you falling back on the couch facing each other. 

“I think I love you,,, like,,, I really love you”

Hyunjin brushed away a strand of hair from your face, his tender eyes meeting yours. 

“And I love you too, y/n”

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Outsider

Adrien just wants to be included. Having friends is such a dream! Even if his father keeps him busy and he can't often join them for the fun activities they invite him to, it's so nice to know he would be welcomed if he could get away.

Or at least, that's what he thought. Perhaps he was wrong? What if those terrible fears of abandonment and exclusion are closer to the truth?

He can't still be an outsider after all this time...right?

****

(Reminder: A story can show that the choices humans make can be hurtful to others without being a salt fic.)

Read it on Ao3 here.

It feels good to be back in class again on Monday morning. After such a lonely weekend, Adrien's heart finds contentment in this familiar routine, exchanging friendly smiles and waves with his classmates, taking his seat and being surrounded by the quiet chatter of his friends.

He settles in and takes out his tablet, smiling a tiny smile at the sight of Plagg asleep in a gym sock nest at the bottom of his bag.

A few minutes later, Nino ambles in with Alya, letting go of her hand so she can head to her seat and giving Adrien a jaunty salute as he slides in the bench beside him.

"Hey, bro! Long time, no see!" Nino offers his fist for their customary fist bump, and Adrien happily obliges. "How was your photoshoot?"

He shrugs one shoulder. "Long, boring, and interrupted by an akuma. Nothing new."

Nino snorts a laugh. "Good times," he deadpans. He takes off his headphones and bends to tuck them into his backpack, straightening with a hopeful smile. "Well, maybe we can hang out next weekend?"

"Yeah. That'd be great." The words come easily, but the echo rattles in his brain. They won't hang out next weekend, either. Adrien knows it, but Nino still carries a hint of optimism, even after all this time and all these broken commitments. His smile never slips, but Adrien's chest squeezes painfully.

Rose and Juleka walk through the door next, Rose's hand in the crook of Juleka's elbow.

"Happy belated birthday, Juleka," Adrien says quietly as she starts up the stairs, his smile soft and sincere.

"Oh...um..." She looks down at the floor. "Thanks, Adrien."

"You're welcome. I hope you had fun at the movie. I'm sorry I couldn't make it, but thank you for inviting me."

Juleka blanches, and Adrien watches with increasing bewilderment as her eyes widen and she seems to have trouble breathing.

"That's sooo sweet of you, Adrien!" Rose coos. "You're always so nice."

That's the moment Kim breezes through the door arguing loudly with Alix, though his attention is diverted as soon as he sees Juleka frozen on the stairs.

"Hey, Jules! Sorry I couldn't come to your boat party thing. Ondine had a swim meet and she wanted me to come. Gotta support my lady, you know?"

Several things register at once.

First, Kim's use of "my lady" grates more than Adrien would like to admit. Chat Noir doesn't have sole rights to those two words, but that nickname is near-sacrosanct to him, reserved for one girl only. If the truth is that right now, that whole...situation is confusing and painful, well, he's sure they can work things out. Somehow. He hasn't figured that out yet, but he will. No matter what, "my lady" is his partner, his lady. Even if she isn't. Yet.

But that isn't what makes his stomach swoop and his pulse pound in his ears when his mind replays the words.

Did Kim say...party?

Adrien blinks once, twice, again.

By the time he turns to Nino, the girls have scampered up to their seats and Kim has run up the outside steps two at a time, hurdled over an indignant Max, and promptly resumed his argument with Alix.

"Juleka had a party? I thought you went to the movies?" he asks. Even to his own ears, his voice sounds hollow. He doesn't miss Nino glancing sidelong up at Alya before meeting his eyes again.

Nino wheezes out an awkward laugh. "Well, that was the plan, but..." he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. "There was this thing with Luka and...I mean, it just...it was a location change, bro. That's all." He shrugs, the wild nervousness in his eyes at odds with the gesture.

Adrien knows that Nino has many redeeming qualities, but his best friend will never win an award for feigned nonchalance under pressure. Ever. Which is why Adrien pushes down the swell of emotion rising in his chest, disappointment and anger and the deep, aching loneliness that seems to be his constant companion.

He schools his expression into one he hopes portrays understanding and acceptance, and nods at Nino. His smile feels tight, but this is the best he can do when his veins are filled with ice, even as he tries to shove those feelings down down down, where they can't hurt him and no one will know.

"It's okay," he says evenly. "I understand."

He'd meant to put Nino at ease, but he can't tell if it worked. Nino's brows furrow further, and he shrugs again. "You just...you had your photoshoot anyway, you know?"

Ah. There it is.

Adrien's heart drops like a stone to the bottom of his stomach. Hot tears prick the back of his eyes and he takes the timely arrival of Ms. Bustier as a chance to look away and blink them back.

The voice in the back of his mind that never hesitates to speak the feelings he tries to hide whispers his fears to him, loud and clear.

He tries to ignore it, tries so hard, but...what if that voice is right after all?

Maybe he'll never fit in. Maybe he'll always be that weird rich kid with the weird life and the strict father, always on the outside looking in. Or rather, on the inside looking out. Why tell him if plans change when he won't be able to come anyway? Why invite him at all?

Maybe he's annoying. Obnoxious. Way too emotional, just like his father says.

Maybe he isn't even wanted in the first place.

"You could've told me," he whispers. He didn't mean to say it out loud, but suddenly, he doesn't care.

Nino's hand is on his shoulder in an instant.

"Hey, Adrien, I'm sorry. I totally should've. That's on me, mec."

He turns to find Nino's brown eyes earnest and sincere, and this time when Adrien nods at him, he doesn't have to fake the little smile that turns up the corners of his mouth. He raises his fist and Nino's face brightens as his own fist connects. The darkness recedes a fraction, as if repelled by the light of Nino's smile.

"Your pops sucks, though, dude. You know that, right?"

Adrien snorts a surprised laugh as he unlocks his tablet to get ready for class.

Nino pats his shoulder once more. "Next time, okay? We'll get you out of that place next time if we have to sneak you out."

The school bell punctuates Nino's sentence and Marinette stumbles through the door just as it stops ringing. Ms. Bustier simply smiles and shakes her head.

Marinette tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and hitches her backpack higher on her shoulder. As she walks toward the stairs, her eyes meet his. He hears her sharp inhale and watches the familiar blush rise to her cheeks.

But then, for one single moment suspended in time, it feels as though her big blue eyes see beyond his friendly smile and straight into the mess of his heart, to all the residual anger and disappointment and self-loathing that had flared inside him mere moments ago. A strange spike of terror at being known jolts his spine.

He watches, rapt, as her shoulders straighten and she fixes him with a dazzling smile that seems to make her eyes shine even brighter.

"Good morning, Adrien," she says, a world of warmth in the way she speaks his name.

It sweeps through his heart like a summer breeze, blowing the negative emotions to the corners where they drift into little piles, forgotten for the moment. Forgotten, not gone, just like the desperate loneliness that follows him like a shadow. But even a shadow has no recourse when the sun shines directly overhead.

He grins back at her, full of happiness and light that wasn't there a minute ago. "Good morning, Marinette."

She bites her lip, hunches her shoulders, and scurries past him with a...was that a squeak? Like a mouse?

Adrien can hear Alya and Marinette begin to whisper behind him, and it isn't until Nino nudges him with his elbow that he realizes he hasn't stopped smiling. His cheeks heat, and he's glad when Ms. Bustier starts the lesson.

He thinks over Nino's words. The next time there's a "next time" he'll likely be booked solid or denied permission and made to stay home. Sadness already walks half a step behind, always ready to catch up and overtake him; thinking about the many things he's missed and continues to miss doesn't help.

But right here in this moment, he sits in a little pocket of warm sunshine, surrounded by friends, and that's just enough to keep him going. The rest, he hopes, will sort itself out later.

[the-sea-called-history02]

I Want to See My Little Boy

(Here He Comes)

(Song isn’t related to the content of the story, it just gives Hyunjin vibes to me. Don’t ask why. It just does.)

Hwang Hyunjin x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff with a good ol’ helping of angst (very sfw in my opinion)

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: fighting, cursing, frequent implications of mental health (depression, anxiety, panic attacks, low key reader has implied abandonment issues)

      You know those days where every damn thing that can go wrong does? Why did today have to be one of those days? It wasn’t your fault everyone tried to cut you off in traffic, but your boss still yelled at you for being late. It wasn’t your fault that some clumsy idiot knocked your coffee onto the report you had been working on for weeks, but your coworkers were still furious about it. It wasn’t your fault that the one person who could make it all go away, your boyfriend, Hwang Hyunjin, was on tour with his members halfway around the world and wouldn’t be coming home for another three days, but you couldn’t help but want nothing more than for him to hold you close and tell you it would be okay.

      Of course, it wasn’t in any way his fault either. He had been so excited when the tour had been announced, and you couldn’t help but crack a small smile while the memories of him excitedly bouncing around your apartment replayed in your mind.

      “I can’t wait to see all of Stay again! It’s been so long and I’m just so ready to get back on stage and I hope they like our new songs as much in concert as they did on the album and I’m so nervous that they won’t like my choreography, and…” he rambled on and on about all the things he was going to say and do in every city they visited, and watching your normally quiet, reserved boyfriend finally get to return to the job he loved so much filled your heart with absolute joy.

      “You’re coming with us, right, beautiful?” He had stopped running around and had grabbed you by the waist, the use of his favorite pet name for you sending butterflies straight to your stomach, “I mean, it’ll be a great time and we’ll finally get to travel together like we’ve always wanted to!” You wanted with your whole heart to say yes, but you knew your boss wouldn’t let you take two days off of work, much less the six months that the boys would be gone for.

      “Jinnie, I can’t. I wish I could, but I have to stay here or else I’ll risk losing my job.” You peeled your eyes away from his hopeful gaze and looked down at your feet. Both of you were wearing the matching fuzzy socks you had gotten for your one year anniversary last month.

      “What do you mean? You have to come! I need you there with me, and, besides, you hate that job. You can just come with us and find a new job when you get back.”

      “It’s not that easy, love. Trust me. I’ve been looking for a different job for months and nothing that could even remotely cover my half of the rent is available.” You could tell he was getting frustrated because his beaming smile had fallen from its place on his pretty lips. All he had wanted was to share his favorite thing with you, but your stupid job had gotten in the way again. Just like it had on his birthday and Christmas and New Year’s. He knew he shouldn’t be this mad, but he was sick of it stealing the precious moments that he had spent his whole life dreaming of sharing with the one he loved.

      “I’ve told you a million times that I’m happy to pay the full amount for rent, but fine. Stay here with your dead end job. You’d just ruin everything like you always do. I’d rather just spend the tour with the boys, anyway,” he spat, letting go of your waist and walking out of the living room and into your shared bedroom. You wanted to stop him, but you were so shocked at his words that you couldn’t have moved if you tried. He had always been so understanding of the fact that you were just doing the best you could to support him while also supporting yourself. Even if that meant that you had to miss out on a few important things to do so. Your once present smile quickly disappeared as the slightly painful memory concluded and faded off into the depths of your mind.

      You had, of course, made up before he left, and you knew he still loved you just as much as you loved him, but for some reason you were still terrified. The three days had passed like a summer storm, and here you were, nervously picking at the skin of your fingers until they bled, at the gate of the plane Hyunjin was on. Throngs of excited fans were cordoned off behind thin ropes as security separated you from them. Stay had always been super supportive of your relationship with Hyunjin, which you were beyond grateful for, but the company still didn’t want to take any chances because without you, there was no Hyunjin. Even so, here you were. Standing between several large men in suits and replaying idiotic “what if’s” in your head. What if he found someone else while he was on tour? What if he decided that you and your awful job were too much of a burden on him? What if he didn’t love you anymore?

      You were so wrapped up in your anxiety-fueled thoughts that you hardly noticed when the crowd started screaming, signaling the members’ return. You quickly snapped back into reality and straightened yourself. One by one, the boys walked out with their carry-ons, surrounded by guards who were dressed identically to the ones around you. They looked tired, but, more importantly, they looked happy. Every one of them had this glow about them as they sluggishly trudged down the ramp. A glow that only comes when someone does something they love and that makes them feel whole.

      Seven of the boys had met up at the base of the ramp, but none of them were your boy. The boy you loved so deeply, it hurt. It really hurt. Maybe that was why you were so nervous. Loving him hurt, but you knew that losing his light would plunge you into the darkest place imaginable and that wouldn’t just hurt. It would kill you. Or maybe you were just so excited to have your beloved boyfriend back, that it just felt like a panic attack. You honestly couldn’t tell, but still, you focused your eyes on the plane intensely. Just then, a tall, slender man appeared at the top of the gently sloping exit ramp and proceeded gracefully down towards his brothers.

      As he reached them, he began quickly looking around the airport lobby that they had been waiting in. You saw him ask Chan something and that Chris didn’t hesitate to point directly at the spot where you were standing, unconsciously fidgeting with your sleeves and tapping your feet. Hyunjin peeked around his leader and when his eyes met yours you could have sworn he had just seen an angel descending from the sky, the way his face lit up. He broke away from the group and started bolting towards you with the purest smile on his face. You started to panic in a different way as he approached you, seeing as he didn’t show signs of slowing down any, and you weren’t a particular fan of being trampled, but as he reached you, he picked you up and swung you around, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips.

      “I fucking missed you, beautiful,” he whispered in a voice so soft and gentle you wouldn’t have heard it unless you were the one whose lips were still softly touching his, which, thank God, you were.

      “I fucking missed you too, sweet boy,” tears threatening to spill over as you held him tightly in your arms. You realized then and there that there was no way that this man was going to just find someone else and leave you without warning. Too much love radiated from his entire being for that to ever be a possible scenario. You gratefully held him in your arms. Your little boy. Sure, he was bigger than you in pretty much every sense of the word, and there wasn’t a snowball’s chance that you were in charge in the bedroom (most of the time, but that’s a different story), but, when push comes to shove, he is, and always will be, your little boy, and you wouldn’t ever want it any other way.

Hey! So this is the first fic I’ve ever written, and I’m actually kind of proud of it. That said, if anyone has feedback, I would really appreciate it! Okay, love you!

[wickednerdery]

Title: Save a Mobius, Ride a Loki Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: Loki, Rick & Morty Pairing/character: Loki & Mobius, Rick & Morty Rating: FRM Summary: “Mobius, no!!” Notes: This is a continuation of The Great Loki and something that’s been stuck in my head since before Loki premiered I’ve been dying to write, so I have. Knowledge of Rick & Morty is helpful, but not required. This story has adult content, language, and violence. For length, etc, there’s a Read More:

Loki scans the desert, wary he’s ended up where he began; where the TVA first collected him. The whinnying of horses on the wind and outline of an American frontier town in the distance indicates this is unlikely, which is a relief. He takes a few steps, then stops and turns back. “What are you doing?”

Mobius sighs as he fusses with the TemPad. “Trying to figure out when and where we are.” He stumbles through the sand as he attempts to keep up with the god’s long strides. “There’s something wrong with the specs, the settings maybe…” Then a thought blooms in the back of his mind, compels him to ask. “You didn’t do anything to it, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Loki…” It’s gentle warning, reminder. The TVA isn’t done with him, he’ll not simply let Loki wander off.

The tone, implication of it, offends. “I didn’t do anything to your blasted device!” He storms off with his own suspicion and settles under a Joshua tree to examine the gun he lifted from the old man. 

Mobius plops beside him, undoing tie as the god shifts to share the shade. “I’m sorry I accused, it’s just…” He’s Loki.

Loki ignores in favor of moving on. “I think the portal gun moves across time and space. We’re in another dimension entirely, see?” He shows the tiny dials, settings, on the device. “Your TemPad won’t work, because it doesn’t exist here.”

If the TemPad doesn’t exist, then reason stands that the TVA doesn’t either and the thought is mind-blowing - terrifying and exciting both. Mobius lived his life with the understanding that the TVA, the Time-Keepers, existed everywhere and (in a way) at every time, and yet...He examines the gun for himself, then hands it back. “I suppose that makes sense.”

“Enough exposition for the readers then?”

“I guess so, I mean, we don’t want to bog them down in the...”

“Talky talky talky.” They say in unison. 

“So...how do we figure out where we are then?”

“I’ve a thought.” Loki gets up, starts in the direction of the town, with Mobius quick to catch up. As they carry on he waves hand to change their clothing according to what he suspects will be most appropriate.

“Did you just change my clothes?”

“Of course, how else did you expect us to fit in?”

“No, it’s nice…” The agent looks over the dark shirt, cowboy boots, before taking off the hat to examine. “Impressive...Just...why am I all in black?”

“Because I’m in white.”

“Yeah...But why are you in white and then, you know, I’m in black?”

“Maybe I want to change things up? Think that’s possible? ” It’s said sarcastically, but Loki himself isn’t sure it’s not true. 

Mobius smiles. “If anyone could do it, it’d be you.” 

When they arrive the god scans the rough wood buildings, the rougher looking citizens that stroll and spit in the streets, with growing smile. This is a place he can enjoy, regardless of where or when it is. Eyes follow a woman in threadbare silk, breasts nearly out, before they find the double-gun holster of her companion.

"What you grinnin’ at, Saddle-Bum?” When Loki laughs the man grows enraged, pulls his gun.

Mobius curses and scrambles as chaos breaks out, just managing to push the woman out of the way of the gunfire. He tucks them behind a pile of barrels that spill liquor as bullets fly. “Stay down.” As the dust settles he glances out. “Loki?” He’s not cross, only worried.

The god only smiles, triumphant over the local bleeding out on his back. “Ah, there you are, Mobius!” That’s a relief.

The woman begins to scream. “Oh my god! You shot the sheriff!!”

“But I did not shoot the deputy.” Loki tips his hat with a grin.

He should be angry, scared, but Mobius isn’t. Heart pounds not with fear, but at the possibilities. It’s one thing to study Loki, to interview and interact with him under controlled circumstances, but this is something entirely different. They’re off the proverbial reservation. This is a wild Loki and it’s thrilling. “This is crazy…” The corners of his lips lift in spite of himself as men drag the body away. “Lucky no one liked that sheriff.”

“Funny how often that happens.” Loki chuckles. “Shall we find a room then?”

“Two.”

“Mobius, really, I thought you would know better. If two beings are in this sort of scenario, there will only be one room and one bed available.”

"Come on, you really think the...powers that be are gonna pull that old trope out?”

Loki only chuckles as he swings saloon doors wide and cheers. “Your new sheriff is here!” The gunslingers, prospectors, and whores all turn and stare. Just stare. The god drops hands to hips, but smile remains. “Tough crowd.” He huffs his laugh, carries on to the bar. “May we have two glasses of your finest and two rooms please?”

“Sorry, just got the one available.”

“On, come on, really?” The agent is incredulous. “Did Loki put you up to this?”

The bartend and proprietor smirks. “You want the room or not?”

“The one room will do just fine, thank you,” Loki smiles out before grabbing the whole bottle rather than poured glass and heading towards a cards game. “Are you coming or not?”

It takes a moment to realize the saloon owner had no expectation of getting paid now, that Mobius was free to go to the table if he wished. He did and he did, settling beside Loki. “You know how to play this game?”

“I know how to play many games, from many different lands. Do you know how to play?”

“I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it.” Not more than a few hands later he’s nearly all the pot to himself.

The god is thoroughly impressed. “You lied.” He smiles.

“Ahhh, what is a lie, anyway?” Mobius smiles back. “Just a...” He shrugs. “Reinterpretation of the truth.”

“You get that from your space lizard employers?”

“Nope.” He sets another winning hand on the table. “I got that from you.”

“Yer a cheat,” a player grumbles. “A liar and a cheat.” Mobius prepares to defend himself when the player turns to Loki. “And a lousy sheriff.” The god only laughs before the man grabs his wrist, digs into Loki’s jacket pocket, and pulls out an ace.

Guns cock in the men’s direction; one sighs, the other grins madly. 

“Loki, you weren’t even winning!” Mobius decries.

“Well I would have been, if you weren’t so good!” 

“Oh, so this is my fault?”

“Not completely.”

“Not remotely!”  The two men begin to devolve themselves into a shouting match, talking over each other as they plot an escape. “Are you ready?!”

“As I’ll ever be!”

“Good!”

“Great!”

Loki blasts the poker player holding his wrist along with two other gunslingers while Mobius socks the man beside him in the nose. It quickly escalates, spreads across the saloon like a tornado that draws in all manner of people around it. Chairs and bullets and glasses fly through the air. Mirrors and tables shatter, people scream, and through it all the god revels...and so does the agent. Until, that is, another gun fires from outside...Fast, futuristic, and deadly so both man and god hit the floor lest they get hit.

“I know you’re in there you portal gun stealing fuckers!” Rick rages from within his ship. It isn’t simply that they took his gun - they weren’t the first and he’d many - it was that he hadn’t discovered the theft soon enough. It was the hit to his ego. “Come out here now and maybe, maybe, I won’t squanch your ass!”

“Jesus, Rick, relax.” Morty doesn’t know why he bothers as his grandfather turns to berate him instead.

Loki pops up, begins to pull magic into his hands as Mobius braces on overturned table to stand. “Hide in the rafters” 

“The rafters?” Mobius looks up as Loki forms him an armored vest as precaution. “Are you kidding me? What in our history together makes you think I’m capable of something like that?”

“Then hide elsewhere, just let me handle the old man.” Loki gives overconfident wink.

Mobius sighs...This is it, this is how he dies… “I’ve a better idea.” He storms past Loki, strolls out into the street where the other two are still arguing in their ship.

“Mobius no!” Loki gives chase.

As you can see, Loki’s got no trouble slipping into new, chaotic, worlds and having a blast while Mobius takes a bit longer to find his footing - this may change as Mobius continues to travel and finds his own way of making things work. Because the rascals couldn’t manage to finish their cowboy tale in one go, there will be at least one more piece in this Wild West world...Hope y’all don’t mind, haha! (”Saddle-Bum” is an old west phrase meaning drifter.)

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter ten - “retching and realizations”

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word count: 1.3k

synopsis: y/n encounters some nausea and the experience reveals a couple alarming realizations.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: caveat lector emetophobia - mentions of vomiting

[A/N]: what songs remind you of this story and the nature of the relationship? i wanna start making a delicate playlist!

The sound of vomit slapping the bottom of a metal bucket was horrid. But, what was more horrid was the sound her body made while it was happening. The gagging, heaving, and retching wouldn't normally bother her. However, when there was someone else with her, holding her hair out of her face, it was of utmost embarrassment. She pitied poor Bucky's ears.

"I'm sorry," Y/N groaned, resting her forehead on the rim of the bucket. The metal was cool on her otherwise overheated skin. She was sweating and her breath was heavy.

"Don't be sorry," he soothed, rubbing the nape of her neck with his thumb. "It's not your fault."

"Yeah, but this is gross, and now I'm gross. I wouldn't wanna be near it." Her voice was hoarse from the rawness in her throat.

"Oh, stop it. It's fine, it happens to everyone. But to be frank, you're the one putting your face in it right now..."

"I don't wanna throw up on you," she muttered. "I'd rather have my face in the bucket than be cleaning my stomach acid off of you and the floor."

"Eh, I'd forgive you," he shrugged, then held out his wrist to her, revealing an elastic band. "Here, this will help. I'd do it, but... you know."

She coughed, taking the elastic and putting her hair up out of her face. "Thank you. I wish I brought sunglasses."

"Sunglasses?"

"Yeah, this is definitely from sun glare. I had a headache while we were outside and kept squinting. I should've known."

"Why didn't you say anything?" his voice was tender.

"I don't know."

She really didn't.

"Is it any better now?" Bucky inquired after a few beats of empty air.

"I think so. I don't think I even have anything left to throw up."

He chuckled. "Okay, come get your face out of it, then. You don't wanna be smellin' it."

He guided her up slowly with a hand on her back.

She stopped him. "Nope. Nope. I can't. I'm just gonna sit on the floor. I'm not standing now."

He obliged, helping her back down. She leaned against the table, a foot or two away from the bucket. She looked at it miserably.

"Ew."

He squatted down in front of her, looking at her directly and earnestly. "Are you good for now? I wanna go dump the bucket outside, but not if you're still feelin' it."

He was tender, and looked so concerned. It almost made her nervous, being attended to like that; it made her feel exposed. She covered it with humor.

"I think I'm okay now, doctor," she said dryly.

He shook his head, grabbing the bucket and heading up out of the bunker to empty it outside.

"You're the doctor!" he called out.

She closed her eyes to try and keep the nausea at bay. It was then when the world slowed back to normal pace, and she finally felt his thumb on the back of her neck, the sensation ghosting over her skin even after it was physically gone.

Y/N placed the tips of her fingers to the spot, a feather light touch on a searing mark of benevolence and compassion. She wasn't sure what to think of it, logically. Her body seemed to want the warmth to spread like a burn, but her brain wanted never to be that close to him again. Not after that moment at the waterfall.

The reminder almost made her wince; she thought back to it.

-

She floated over to the stairs, and leaned her elbows on the second highest step so that the water settled just below her shoulders.

In response, Bucky sat down at the waters edge, removing his own shoes and socks, rolling up his pant legs and resting his feet in the pool.

"There, now we're meetin' in the middle."

His voice was soft but his eyes were softer. Looking at him felt like silk. She feared if she allowed herself to gaze for too long she'd erode. How could something so gentle make her feel like she'd been shaved down to nothing, reduced to something as mellow and faint as the very water she was floating in.

His skin was dewy from the heat, but it just gave the illusion of a glow. She wondered if everything looked this good on him, if everything about him looked this good. The thought was fleeting in the back of her mind. She tried to ignore it but then she saw his hair and how it framed his face in modest charm. Although the angles softened him further, they gave him an edge that captivated her. Velvety yet sharp. Was the water pushing her closer? She felt bewitched.

What was happening? This is not right. This is definitely, definitely wrong. Such thoughts are innately inappropriate for a doctor-patient relationship. How could she let herself think like this? Y/N was malfunctioning, she was sure of it. This must be some sort of transference effect.

This can't continue. She can't let it. She felt the smile dissipate from her face as she made the realization. This had to stop. Y/N pushed away from him, slowly feeling the magnetism drain from her hazy brain.

"Can we go back now?" she asked. "I think the sun is giving me a headache."

That wasn't a complete lie. She did have a headache, but she didn't necessarily want to go back. She had to.

-

Y/N rubbed her forehead, disappointed in herself and her error. How embarrassing. Being friends with him was fine, but this? These feelings? Unacceptable.

To be honest, she wasn't completely sure what exactly these feelings were. All she knew was that they were wrong. And all she could think about was how wrong they were while she stroked the back of her neck, trying to reignite the feeling from before.

No. She removed her hand.

"You still good down there?" his voice came from the stairs.

"I'm alright."

"I left the bucket outside for the smell, but tell me if you feel like you need it again."

It felt so odd to have him caring for her. It was usually the other way around. Don't get Y/N wrong, he wasn't psychoanalyzing her (not that she'd allow it due to her hatred of Freud) but he was tending to her. Then it struck her.

"Did you used to take care of Steve when he was sick when you guys were kids?"

"All the time, yeah."

Of course. He was a natural. The whole neck thing was just automatic to him.

"Why do you ask?"

"'Cause you're practically a nurse," she snickered.

He smiled, so on principle, Y/N did too.

"Happy to be of service. Is the care up to par?"

He leaned down and sat next to her on the floor.

"Perfect, thank you doctor."

"There you go again just throwin' the doctor title around as if you aren't one," he laughed.

"I'm not a medical doctor, though."

"Might as well be."

"I don't know. Medical school is a lot."

“I wouldn’t know. I never went to college when I was a kid.”

“That’s a shame. I think you would’ve made a great scientist.”

He seemed surprised. “What, like Shuri?!”

“Sure! If you wanted to! You told me you like techy stuff.”

“I like it, but I don’t think I could, ya know, actually do it.”

“Well, maybe Shuri could teach you.”

“I would fail on the first day,” he deadpanned.

“Likely.”

He bumped her shoulder with his. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, doctor.”

The searing feeling was back. It felt good to burn.

She bumped his shoulder back in an over exaggerated fashion. “It’s not good practice to hit your patients doctor.”

“Yeah, well it’s not good practice to threaten to drown your’s.”

She gasped. “Smartass!”

“Uh no, I didn’t go to college, remember? That title is reserved for you only. It’s tied to your name, sorry.”

Laughter began to bubble out of her chest as she forgot all about the nausea and the transference and the ever-present collapsed regime. For a moment, Y/N lived in laughter with Bucky, the only thing registering in her perception being her proximity to the super soldier. Briefly, the world paused for them, and she felt a little infinity within that fleeting moment.

He was not supposed to make her feel this way...

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