#after the first four hours i felt like i was going to collapse into a pile of unthinking goo

[ravenwolfie97]

im in that strange state of unsleep again

[moviecritc]

hii could you write something about lestappen x reader? maybe taking care of max because he is sick? thank you 💕

sick days ⋆ lestappen

pairing: lestappen x reader

summary: after going on a long run in the morning, max ends up sick, but he doesn't accept it

word count: 1.5K

a/n: ok im in love with this, if you guys have more lestappen requests do them!! bc i love writing em <3

english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes and poor storytelling.

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Another day, Charles and you woke up feeling the absence of a body in your bed.

"Has he gone out for a run again?" you asked as you approached Charles's bare torso.

"I think so," he nodded, his voice sleepy. You leaned against Charles's chest to see the clock on the nightstand, eliciting a groan from one of your boyfriends.

"It's seven in the morning," you said, almost in a groan yourself.

You collapsed onto the bed, planting a kiss where your hand had rested before. You stretched out, and Charles slipped out of bed, putting on one of Max's Red Bull t-shirts. Before leaving the room, he kissed you on the forehead and then on your bare collarbone. You stayed in bed a little longer, dozing off while Charles prepared breakfast, as he did every morning. The winter break was your favorite time of the year. After being stressed all season with work, going back and forth, and spending weeks without seeing them, these months were the best gift.

Your days revolved around having breakfast together when Max returned from his run. Then, you would make love leisurely and shower together. If you felt like it, you would go shopping or play paddle tennis, then return home to cook together. The boys would then train in the sim or at the gym, and you would usually go for a walk with your friends or even train with them. Although when that happened, it often ended up in a long cardio session in bed. And to end the day, you would go out for dinner at some fancy place in Monaco and then drink and dance at a club.

That morning, Max took a little longer to arrive, but when he walked in, it seemed like a cold smoke followed him. It was mid-December, and it had been a cold winter in Monaco.

Max entered the kitchen and kissed Charles and then you. You noticed his outfit. "Aren't you cold, love?" You looked him up and down, with his short shorts and tank top clinging to his body from the cold sweat.

"Nah," he denied, brushing it off and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

You didn't think much of it until you went to open the window in your room and received a gust of cold air from outside. You were attentive to your boyfriend's behavior for the rest of the day, noticing how he had sneezed several times in the last hour or how, after the shower, he seemed even more tired than usual.

At noon, while Charles was preparing pasta for lunch, you went to Max, who was lying on the couch.

"How are you, love?" You sat next to him, intertwining your arm with his, and noticed - or rather heard - as Max sniffed his nose.

"Fine, why'd you ask?" Max furrowed his brow, feigning confusion.

"Oh, no reason," you shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "I just notice you seem tired."

Charles had an ear on the conversation, also noticing that Max was probably brewing something and hadn't mentioned it for some stereotypical nonsense he thought.

"No, no. Don't worry, schat," Max assured. "I'll go help you now."

He leaned in to kiss you, but at that moment, he started coughing heavily. You let out a sweet laugh and went over to Charles.

"Char, I think our Max is getting sick," you nodded, while Charles put an arm around your waist.

"It can't be!" Charles exclaimed, pretending to be surprised.

"No!" Max jumped in immediately, stood up, and practically ran towards them, swaying a little. "I'm not getting sick."

Max let out a heavy breath and leaned on the counter, catching his breath that he had lost in the four steps he had taken.

"I see," Charles commented, walking past him and giving him a gentle pat on the butt.

"Max, why don't you go lie on the couch? We'll take care of this," you suggested with a comforting smile.

Max rolled his eyes in a very exaggerated way and crossed his arms as you and Charles looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"I'm going to the sim, I can see I'm not wanted here," he said, with a somewhat sad look.

When Max left, Charles and you looked at each other. "Is he mad?" you asked, leaning on Charles's shoulder and hugging him from behind while he cooked.

"Nah, he just thinks he's the strong one in the relationship," He gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.

In all the time you had been together, you had never seen Max weak. You had seen Charles cry and complain countless times over any little thing. But Max? That man seemed like a piece of iron when it came to feelings. He hadn't even cried at the end of How To Train Your Dragon, and although to some extent the image of a strong guy and the pillar of the relationship was fine, you were dying to see his softer side.

Twenty minutes later, Charles had finished cooking the pasta, and you went to the room where the sim set was.

"Charles, come see this," you called. He came immediately, finding Max totally asleep in the chair, with the car crashed in the first curve of the Monaco Grand Prix.

"Do we wake him up?" Charles whispered, looking at him lovingly.

"Wait," You approached him carefully, taking a picture of him. "Okay, wake him up," you smiled.

Charles began to leave soft kisses on Max's cheek and lips, even lightly biting his earlobe. The sleeping man let out a loud gasp and practically jumped up from the chair.

"Hey, easy, easy," Charles said, putting his hands on his shoulders.

"How you doing, sleeping beauty?" you said.

"I wasn't sleeping,"

"Oh, sure not," Charles said, with a little smile. "Wanna come eat with us?"

"Yeah, just give me a minute," Max nodded, stifling a yawn.

Both Charles and you heard him blowing his nose for almost two minutes straight. Max appeared in the living room, trying to pretend he was fine, but his reddened nose gave him away.

He helped set the table. "What are we going to do this afternoon?" the blonde asked before blowing his nose.

Charles and you exchanged glances, knowing that if you didn't do anything, Max would keep insisting he was perfectly fine.

"I don't feel like going out today," you commented calmly.

"Yeah, me neither," Charles agreed.

Both saw the look of relief on Max's face. "Oh, okay. Well, nothing then," he pretended.

"We can watch a movie," you suggested, shrugging.

After lunch, you cuddled up on the couch, and you chose the movie. You noticed Max moving closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder, which was usually the other way around. Towards the end of the movie, you heard Max sniffling repeatedly, and you didn't even consider that they could be tears until you saw Max wiping his face.

You glanced at him. "Are you crying?"

"No…" Max muttered with a thin voice.

Charles looked at them. "You're crying!" he exclaimed, and quickly changed positions, with Max now in the middle.

"It's just… he found someone who loves him," he said between tears, pointing at the TV. "Like I love you guys."

Charles and you looked at each other with a pout, immediately showering him with kisses. You were watching Shrek.

"Wait, wait, I don't wanna get you sick," Max said, denying the kisses.

Charles backed off a bit in surprise. "Are you admitting you're sick?"

"Of course I'm sick, look at me,"

They chuckled a little, and you got up to get some cough syrup and ibuprofen for your boyfriend, finally. It barely took a minute, but when you returned, Max was lying on Charles's chest while he stroked his hair.

"Did he fall asleep again?" you whispered.

"I think so, come here," Charles stretched out his hand, and you wrinkled your nose a bit.

"I don't want to wake him up,"

Charles rolled his eyes. "Come here, mon ange," he repeated.

You stretched out on the couch, under Charles's arm and covering Max with a blanket. From where you were, you could see Max sleeping perfectly.

"It's so cute to see him like this," you whispered to Charles, while he gave you kisses on your jaw and ear.

"Isn't it?" Charles agreed. "And get ready for tomorrow because he's going to be clingier than ever."

"It's like he's been waiting for this moment all my life," you said, with a radiant smile.

Charles chuckled slightly, causing Max to move a bit, letting out a moan and falling back asleep immediately.

[russo-woso]

Wimbledon || Leah Williamson

Based on this Request here. Thank you anon for sending it in :)

First of all, I don’t know anything about tennis or Wimbledon so this was a guess. Hopefully it works like this.

Warning smut, cunnilingus, semi-public sex, top!leah

Summary Leah rewards you after you win Wimbledon

Tennis had always been your life.

Your mum and her sisters had grown up playing tennis, and so you were bound to play it too.

Being the only daughter, niece and granddaughter, it was up to you to continue their legacy.

And that’s what you did.

You collapsed to the floor in happiness as the ball hit your racket for the final time.

After weeks of going through knockout stages, you had won.

After years of injuries and constant hard work, you had won.

Winning Wimbledon had only ever been your dream since the age of four, and here you were collecting the trophy from princess Kate.

Lifting the trophy up in the air, your eyes connected with your family, tears streaming down their faces, but there was another person who looked even more prouder.

Your fiancé, Leah, was sat next to your mum, smiling through the tears that welled in her eyes.

You blew her a kiss, Leah immediately blowing one back.

Once shaking hands with everyone, you made your way back to your designated changing room where you were met with Leah.

Leah had her arms open, waiting for you to jump in them.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” She mumbled in your hair, placing you back on the ground before putting her lips on yours. “Listen, your family wants to go out for dinner and they’ve reserved the table for 5:30 so you’ve got just under an hour to get ready.”

“Okay, perfect. God, I can’t believe I just won Wimbledon. I’ve dreamed of winning it since I was four, Le.” You tell her and once again, she envelops you in a hug.

“I know, pretty girl and I am so proud of you.” You connected your lips with Leah’s, the kiss becoming passionate very quickly.

“Here’s the star girl. Well done hunny.” Your mum walked through the door, you and Leah separating very quickly.

“Thanks mum. It’s all thank to you that I’m here today. Thank you.” You said, hugging her.

“It’s all you, darling. You’re here today because you worked for it. Now hurry up, you two stop kissing and actually get changed. I’m not having us be late for our reservation.”

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“Le, stop it.” You whisper to her, removing her curious hand from your thigh.

“Come on, pretty girl, I’m just resting my hand there.” Leah responded, putting her hand on the original place it was in before it started travelling.

You looked up and tried to join the conversation but was soon distracting by Leah’s lingering fingers travelling up your thigh.

“I — umm — Do you mind if I take a minute? Le, come with.” You stuttered, stumbling out of your chair, before practically dragging Leah to the toilets. “What’s up with—” You began asking Leah but you were cut off with her lips on yours.

“I just wanna show you how proud I am.” Leah said, separating your lips from hers, reconnecting them to your jaw seconds later.

You whined as Leah nipped at your neck, marking it gently and leaving light red marks.

“We’re gonna have to be quick, love, okay? Be quiet.”

Leah’s hands travelled down your body before reaching up your dress.

“Le, please. Please don’t tease.” You whined into her shoulder, resting your head on it.

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t.”

You felt Leah’s hand touch your clit and your knees buckled from beneath you, luckily Leah held you up.

“Good girl, keep quiet.” Leah said, circling your clit at a set pace.

“Oh god - Le, it feels so good.”

“I know it does baby, but keep quiet.”

“I don’t think I can, le.” You managed to mumble into Leah’s shoulder as moans escaped your mouth.

“Lift your head up.” Leah commanded and you obeyed, meeting Leah’s eyes.

Within seconds, Leah’s lips were on yours, Leah swallowing your moans.

“I’m close, le. I’m so close. Oh god - I’m gonna cum.”

You took ahold of Leah’s neck, pulling her into you so your lips were on hers, Leah swallowing all your orgasmic moans.

“I love you so much.” You told Leah, separating your lips.

“I love you too, pretty girl. We’ll continue this when we get home, okay? I’m gonna make you know how proud I am.” Leah stated, pressing her lips on your head as she helped you gain your balance on the floor.

“Y/N, Leah, are you in there?” You heard your mums voice say through the toilet door.

“Umm, yes mum, we’ll be out in a minute.” You said, stuttering some of your words.

“We’ll try leave early. I’ll come up with an excuse.” Leah told you with a smirk, opening the door and putting her hand in yours.

It was going to be a sinful night.

Requests are open :)

[gatitties]

Care and comfort

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (platonic)

─ Summary: you were just trying to help someone and you ended up being the obsession of a criminal organization

─ Warnings: obsession, stalking, toxic behaviors, kidnapping, slight mention of drugs and stuff related

Part two / Part three / Part four / Part five

You turned on the light in your kitchen, almost tripping over one of the stools because your eyes were still half closed, you had fallen asleep correcting the last report that the newspaper where you worked had sent you. You had noticed that you hadn't even had dinner before, so you made a quick meal before heading back to work, but before you could touch your laptop you heard a crash at the front door, as if someone had collapsed and slammed against it.

It's not that you lived in one of the worst areas of the city, but it was strange that something happened in the wee hours of the morning, you walked slowly, opening the door, or trying to, because the body of a man was blocking the entrance, a few minutes of struggle was enough for the unconscious body to fall to the other side, leaving you to open the door completely and contemplate the man.

He had one of those mullets that were fashionable among young people, several earrings, some scars on his mouth and stains of what appeared to be vomit and blood, okay, you did not want to interfere with anyone who seemed to be a drug addict, but on second thought, it was better to help the man than to have to give statements to the police as to why there was a dead body at your door.

You dragged him home and laid him on the couch, laying him on his side so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit if he ever did, though after further scanning you decided he needed a good shower. You did not feel self-conscious in doing this job, you are of an age and you have worked in many things, among them you had a position taking care of the elderly, all kinds of care being more specific, so no, you did not feel uncomfortable having to wash this man.

You changed his clothes and put his striped suit in the wash, leaving him back on the sofa, you continued with your work, reading and quickly correcting the errors you found, the night passed quite quickly and you fell asleep once you were completely done your work, sending it to the head of the newspaper.

The next morning you woke up with a gun pointed at your temple and that man's pretty eyes staring back at you, good way to start the day indeed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Are you young people these days so ungrateful? It was you who passed out on the doorstep of my house at two in the morning."

He lowered the gun, seeming to remember some parts of his night, he sat still a little bewildered and with his head elsewhere because of the drugs taken yesterday, he looked at you in silence now noticing his change of clothes as well as the smell of his hair, it was not the smell of his usual shampoo.

"Did you…?"

"Yes, oh, don't be ashamed, it's been a long time since I stopped being interested in that kind of thing, at a certain age the only thing one looks for is economic stability and peace of mind, are you going to stay for lunch?"

He blinked contemplating your calm form, he didn't know if he was still under the pressure of narcotics, but he didn't reject your proposal, Sanzu was anything but embarrassing, however he felt like a little boy next to you being cared for by the mother he never had.

For your part, he was not the first brat you helped, you had married friends, with grown children or adolescents who did not stop getting into small problems, you acted like the aunt who drinks wine and criticizes everyone at family gatherings, for your attitude, they found it easier to access you when they had problems they didn't want your friends ─their moms─ to know about, you always had their backs unless it was something that was detrimental to their health, then you wouldn't hesitate to call your friends to give their children a lecture, even as adults.

That same attitude was the one that made Sanzu visit you more often than he would like to admit, although most of the times he left scolded for coming home drunk or drugged, you never closed the door on him, how could you? You weren't heartless enough to leave him lying in the street when he came desperately asking for help with some of his hallucinations.

Your kindness led him to an obsession towards you, you were like his little lifeboat, his conscious part about all the madness in which he was involved, he began to watch you from afar, observing your interactions with strangers and friends, it bothered him, it bothered him that you were just as kind to others as you were to him, he wanted all your attention just for him. He was also worried about you, he had seen the worst part of the rotten world in which he lived, someone with a soft heart like you could not survive against the predators of this society.

Of course, Bonten executives were not stupid, usually most of them lived in the headquarters, they had private properties where they spent a few days or weeks, but most of the time they were in that headquarter, especially Sanzu, that's why they started to noticing his absence more and more, it's not like he had to explain himself to anyone ─except if Mikey asked him to─ but his behavior was strange, didn't he arrive drugged? It seemed like a bad joke, clothes without a bloodstain? he was definitely doing something outside their radar.

Not that the others cared much, but the Haitani brothers were a bit nosy, like gossips who want to know why their partner seems happier when he comes back in the morning after a night of 'fun'. They discussed it a couple of times with the others when Sanzu wasn't around, and they all agreed that his behavior was unusual, so they began to investigate what he did in his leisure.

This led to an ordinary person like you being watched by two executives of the largest criminal organization in the country. At first they thought that you were a whore with whom he had fallen in love, but investigating more about you, they discovered that you were a lady with an established daily life, there was nothing about you that stood out and yet you seemed so interesting.

"Sanzu please, I need to finish correcting this report, I promise you that later you can have all the hugs you want."

"No."

He tightened his grip on your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, you were trying to do your job but Sanzu found your hugs too comforting after you once found him crying ─from being drugged─, killing people leaves obstacles in any person and as much as he loved it, certain deaths of innocent people always ended up flying over his thoughts like ghosts that tormented him from time to time.

The sound of the doorbell made you stop typing, moving the man slightly away to go to open, you were not expecting a visitor which was strange to you, Sanzu felt a chill when you opened the door, meeting the eyes of the youngest of the Haitani directly, he got up quickly without even letting you ask what those guys wanted, he pulled you back before Ran could drag you with him.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"Make sure you don't have too much fun, are you so in love that you forget the meetings?"

They started a little discussion while you looked blankly, you and Rindou looked at each other in silence while the other two talked, you greeted with a brief nod, thinking they were Sanzu's coworkers.

Luckily just when the discussion was getting more heated, a 'ding' coming from the oven threw everyone off concentration, taking advantage of this you got out of the man's strong grip, walking towards the kitchen to see that the cookies you had been working on before were ready.

"There are plenty of cookies for everyone, Sanzu you can invite your friends."

"They are not my friends!"

"That's very kind of you, we'd love to meet our friend's friend."

So you ended up having lunch with the three men in an awkward silence between them, due to the tension of which you preferred not to take into account, Ran and Rindou were quite nice and understood that you were not a love interest, nor did you want it, nor did you seek it. Alarm bells of boys without a mother figure going off again, of course you caught their interest more than before, they knew your background but not your personality, and they ended up falling into that obsession towards you, as if there was something that made them gravitate towards you, was it because of your simplicity? for your kind words? They didn't know it, but they were jealous that Sanzu could snuggle up against you and they would have to keep more of their distance.

Now you had three of Bonten's executives constantly visiting your house, whether it was asking you for small favors or advice on nonsense to asking you to make them cookies or food in general, they just desperately wanted your attention, like babies crying out for their mother.

This cycle of obsession only made the others begin to suspect that they were up to something, whether it was harmful to Bonten or not, Takeomi was the first to notice, Kokonoi the same, he noticed how the brothers spent a certain amount of money, which they didn't used to do that often, followed by Kakucho, Mochizuki and lastly Mikey.

So it led you to be kidnapped by Mochi after doing enough research on you, because they didn't take much notice of it at first when the brothers first noticed. You were tied hand and foot, a blindfold was removed after consciousness returned to you, you found yourself face to face with a man with immense dark circles and eyes full of lifeless, on his right side another man with a large scar on his face, on his left side another man with a small scar on his left eye.

You felt something cold touching your temple, again you had a gun pointed at you, held by the same boy who had kidnapped you, you turned your head also noticing another man with long white hair.

"Who are you and why do you have my executives after you?"

"Executives…?" you looked at everyone carefully, connecting the dots when you saw their tattoos "Oh- so that's why they never wanted to tell me what they worked for… are you some kind of organization? Like arms smuggling, money laundering or something?"

You took the situation calmly, that your life was hanging by a thread right now was not one of your biggest concerns, you had lived a full and happy life up to now, you had no regrets, you were mature enough to understand the point at which you were, the more the years go by, the less afraid you are of the things that used to terrify you when you were young.

"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY MOTHER!"

Everyone was surprised to see how Sanzu entered kicking Mochizuki so that the weapon flew out of his hands, away from you, the Haitani brothers followed closely untying you quickly while all those men had a discussion of looks, the dense silence was broken by your giggle, you were trying to control yourself as much as you could but it was impossible.

"My God, Sanzu, you just called me mom!?"

The boy's face was completely dyed in pink tones, all the attention was now focused on you while you let out a laugh at the slip that your child had, something made the hearts of others clench in pain when they heard your laugh, no matter how bad it sounded, whether it was asthmatic, uproarious, or silent laughter, it was like real music to the ears of all the executives at Bonten, including the leader. As if you had flipped a switch in the mind of their rotten minds, they now had a new interest in you, as if you had further triggered an obsession you were unaware of with the first three you met.

They began to understand why those three felt attracted to you, it was as if your mere presence was intoxicating for them, as if just listening to you or looking at you calmed their broken hearts, many alarms from boys without a mother figure, of course that was a triggering reason, all these men longed for that kind of love that they could hardly experience.

Now you had the criminal organization after you, not in a bad way, more like a bunch of men acting childishly because of your limited attention. One thing they were clear about without the need to speak, you were not going to leave their sight for a single moment from now on.

[meazalykov]

the younger morgan

alex morgan x morgan!USWNT!reader

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six

Growing up in the Morgan household, I was always known as my own individual person. Y/n Morgan. I am described by my peers as someone who’s kind, sensitive, and humble. However, to some of the public and people who barely know of me, I am known as  "Alex Morgan's little sister." 

It wasn't a title I despised while growing up. Being born 14 years after her, I was adopted by the Morgans at birth. My sister and parents have been my family for my entire life, even if we aren’t blood. They’ve surrounded me in a blanket of love while supporting my athletic, famous sister at the same time.

Alex won her first World Cup in 2015 when I was eleven. I remember sitting in the stadium, the air electric with cheers and chants, watching her lift that trophy high. Having my sister as my idol while growing up was a blessing that most girls would dream of.

The pride I felt was immense, but it was always mixed with a yearning.

I played as a striker while growing up, just like Alex. My feet scored goals in every match i’ve had minutes in. By the time I was old enough to transition into taking soccer seriously, it was clear I had inherited the Morgan soccer genes, even if I wasn’t blood-related. 

With the best coaches in the country guiding me, I quickly became one of the best U21 strikers in the world, just like Alex. Success in high school championships, the USYNT national team (before my senior team call up in November 2022), and in my first year of college landed me a spot on the San Diego Wave alongside my sister. I forfeited my college eligibility so I can jump into taking soccer seriously, which I did.

Yet, I hide the fact that the inevitable comparisons to Alex bothered me. Anytime I made a mistake, I had people on social media saying that “Alex at your age would’ve never made that mistake!” and more that were way harsher and mean. I felt a hollowness inside me because I had to accept that San Diego wasn’t the club for me. Something I didn’t realize until half-way into the season.

This wasn't about the love or support I received from my family or the fans. It was about forging my path, I wanted to be my own person away from Alex. I love her so much, but I wanted people to see me for who I really am. I needed a moment which would give me the reassurance that my career was truly mine.

One afternoon, after a particularly grueling training session, I collapsed onto my soft beige colored couch for a nap. I knew I had plans with Jaedyn, Naomi, and Maria later— but I knew I could fit in a good three hour nap before I had to get ready for the night. However the ring of my phone jolted me awake after an hour into my nap. My eyebrows knitted at the sight of my agent's name, Maggie, flashing on the screen.

Usually, Maggie never calls unless we are discussing deals or contract negotiations. However, I asked her two weeks ago if she could contact SD Wave about putting me on the transfer market. Maggie said that wasn’t needed since there was something else that would excite me– but she didn’t explain what. 

"Y/n, I have some exciting news!!!" Maggie began without giving me the chance to say hi, her voice brimming with enthusiasm as I clicked on the speaker option. I rubbed my tired eyes trying to pay attention to what she’s gonna say.

“What happened?” I ask, sitting up from my laid down position and sitting criss-crossed on my couch.

"You know how you asked about a possible transfer? Well I already had a few offers coming in for you before you asked—'' Maggie started as I heard a few clicks on her side of the call, I’m assuming she's clicking stuff on her computer while on the phone with me. 

“So– *click*--- *click* — okay! There are a lot of NWSL clubs that have put in an offer for you. Houston, Gotham, Orlando, Kansas, and Washington have sent in their offers— but I understand that you wanted to go to Europe, is that correct?” Maggie says as I bite the skin around my nail beds. Growing up, I’ve always admired European clubs and the different cultures  Europe has. Playing in Europe would expose me to a better challenge that I’ve wanted in my career. A good chance to (hopefully) play in the Champion’s League too, another thing my sister won in 2017.

“Yes, that is correct.” I say, trying to sound as normal as possible. I am nervous, knowing that this call could change my life. 

“Okay- well that's amazing because several European clubs are interested in you. You have many clubs to choose from— Chelsea, Manchester City, Arsenal, Tottenham, Real Madrid, Madrid CFF, PSG, Wolfsburg— those clubs in particular all offered you a contract. Barcelona showed interest too but you’re not a free agent and due to their financial struggles, they cannot sign you unless you were free. However—- Bayern Munich in Germany offered you a very great deal– a four year contract with add ons—the salary they’re offering along with the add-ons is way better than all of the others. I feel like you would love this club." Maggie commented. Outside of work, Maggie and I had a somewhat good relationship for people who try to remain professional. Maggie had a good intuition and can read people, which means that she knows how I work and how my personality is in detail. 

Hearing about the clubs– my heart pounded in my chest at Bayern Munich. The name alone sent a feeling inside of my body that I couldn’t explain. I placed my hands on my forehead as I felt overwhelmed from the amount of clubs I could choose from. However, my curiosity and intuition wanted to look more into the Bayern Munich offer. 

“Maggie— I can’t lie—Bayern Munich is sticking to me right now.” I say, dragging out my last words as my voice breaks into a yawn. Training was intense today. 

“Okay! Okay! Here’s what we can do— I can come over now and drop off the documents to you— you can look over them and we can have an in-person meeting on your day off from training next Thursday at lunch, deal?” Maggie said. I can sense her smile through the phone call as I felt relieved from having to make such a quick decision. It's Friday so I have six days to make a final decision. 

"Deal," I said, barely able to handle the fact that my nervousness turned into small excitement. I couldn’t tell anybody about this but that was okay with me.

Thursday came and I chose to move to Munich in June. I can spend the season, before the olympics, with San Diego then i’ll move to play for Bayern on the four-year contract afterwards. I couldn’t tell anybody the news until I got the green-light to do so from Maggie. 

Keeping this news from Alex and my friends was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Alex was not just my sister but also my mentor and my rock. But I knew I had to wait until everything was finalized before telling her. She should understand that part. Meanwhile, rumors swirled online, speculating about my potential move to Europe in the month afterwards.

One evening as I played with Charlie, in Alex's living room, I could feel the weight of my secret growing heavier. I look at my niece with a light smile as she colored in a fairytale themed coloring book I got her last christmas. I am going to miss seeing her every-week when I move to Germany.

Eventually, Alex finished what she had to do in her kitchen and picked up Charlie. The little girl complained before her mother explained that it was late and it was time for bed. Its 8:30 which wasn’t late in my eyes but Charlie is a child so— 

After Alex put Charlie to bed, and after I cleaned up after Charlies crayon mess, she joined me in the living room and sat beside me on the couch, her expression serious.

"Y/n— we have to talk.” Alex said. My nerves were on fire hearing Alex say that. I knew she was going to mention Bayern— I can’t hide it anymore. The rumors on social media are increasing and everyone knows my move to Munich is inevitable, even if I haven’t addressed it yet. 

“I know.” I respond, my right leg is crossed over my left one as I cross my arms together.

“Are the rumors online true? You know I don’t like to search the media for answers, but the rumors are increasing and everyone is positive that they’re correct on their suspicions— Are you leaving here to play for Bayern?" Alex asked, her eyes searching mine for answers.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. I couldn’t lie to her "Yes, Alex, they're true. I'm going to play Bayern Munich in June."

After saying this, I thought Alex would be happy for me right away. 

However, her concern was palpable. "But why, Y/n? Why are you moving so far away? We have everything here."

"That's why, Alex," I replied, struggling to keep my voice steady. "I need to do this for myself. I want a new challenge and seeking something new has been my goal for since the off-season. I need to know if I can make it—-- without always being compared to you." I struggled to say the last part.

The argument that followed was heated but subdued, mindful of Charlie sleeping nearby. Alex didn't understand my need to step away, to find my own path. 

“Everyone knows you’re a great player, you have a higher record than me this season!! You don’t need to leave the country.” Alex argued. 

“Well you played for Lyon and Spurs at one point, which is outside of America—- the NWSL isn’t the only league in the world and I need to grow. If your concern is about safety, I promise i’ll be able to take care of myself. I need this Alex— You know I am a responsible person!” I stood up from the couch. Alex followed and looked at me with concern.

“You are– I’m not saying you’re not responsible– but you’re going to leave everything behind!” 

“No I am not? I will always come back during International breaks!” I argue. 

“Okay– but you shouldn’t “need” to move to Germany. You’re going to leave your friends behind too Y/n!” Alex continued to argue. My blood boiled at her words. 

"You know, Why can’t you just be supportive!!?? I can’t do this anymore–” I say as I ran to put on my shoes by the door, grabbing my tote bag with all of my items inside. 

“I'm glad I'm moving away Alex. Maybe they'll respect me as a good player and my own person– and not just Alex Morgan's sister!" I stormed out of her apartment, the rift between us widening.

We didn't speak after that night. Even at training with the San Diego Wave, we maintained a professional distance, our conversations limited to the bare necessities or anything related to Charlie. The silence was deafening, but I was resolute. This was my decision to play for Bayern, she needs to respect it.

When the SheBelieves Cup came around, Alex and I both made the roster, as usual. This was my last international break as a San Diego player. Since i’ll be living in Germany by the time the Korea friendlies happen in June. 

On the national team, I found solace in my closest friends Jaedyn, Sophia, Trinity, and Mallory. Jaedyn plays at San Diego with me so she has a better understanding about the situation. I told her that I am moving to Munich and we had a bittersweet moment, at least she was supportive of my decision. All of the other girls sensed something was wrong but respected my need for space, assuming that they shouldn’t come in-between family business. Especially if one of their captains is involved. 

On the pitch against Japan for the first she-believes game, my performance was excellent on the pitch. In my mind, I knew I wanted to do good so Bayern fans would be excited about my transfer to their club. 

After scoring twice against Japan, we were now in a penalty shootout with Canada. This is the second-time we’ve gon into penalties this year together. Once in the gold-cup a few months back. 

Emily Fox made the penalty against the Canadian goalkeeper, and the next Canadian kicker’s shot was blocked by Alyssa (Secretary of Defense). Everyone looked in my direction as the ball was passed into my hands. If I make this shot, I win the shebelieves cup for the United States.

My hearts pounded like a drum in my cheat as I looked ahead at Kailen, my San Diego teammate and friend who plays for Canada. She knows how I kick, and I know how she blocks shots coming her way. 

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside of me. I had practiced penalty shots countless times throughout my time in soccer, but this was different. This was the final. This was for the win.

The referee blew the whistle, signaling it was time for me to shoot. My body stepped forward, and my mind was clear. As I closed in on the ball, I locked eyes with Kailen, who was poised and ready, her eyes fierce with determination.

My foot struck the ball cleanly, sending it soaring through the air. Time seemed to slow as the ball arced towards the goal, the world holding its breath. Kailen dove to her right, stretching out in a desperate bid to stop the shot.

But it was too late. The ball sailed past her outstretched fingers and hit the back of the net with a satisfying thud. The crowd erupted in a roar of triumph, the sound crashing over me like a wave. I scored the winning goal!

Before getting a chance to process what had happened, my teammates rushed towards me. All of their faces showed joy and relief. They enveloped me in a jubilant embrace, lifting me off her feet as we celebrated the victory together. I looked around, taking in the ecstatic faces of my friends, the adoring fans, and the sparkling lights of the stadium. I looked to my right and saw my sister’s bright smile looking towards me, this made my heart warm up a little bit. 

After everyone broke away from me, before the trophy celebration and the part where I’ll be rewarded as SheBelieves MVP, Alex approached me. Her expression was softer than the last time i’ve talked to her at her apartment. Her eyes reflected a mix of hope, sadness and understanding.

"Y/n, can we talk?"

I nodded, and we found a quiet spot away from the rest of the team on the pitch.

"I'm sorry," she began. "I was selfish. I was thinking about how much Charlie and I would miss you, not about what you need."

Her words broke the dam of emotions I'd been holding back. "I know. But Alex— I just want to be seen for who I am, Alex. Not just as your little sister."

She pulled me into a hug, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a sense of peace. "You will be, Y/n. You'll be amazing, and I am so proud of you and that gorgeous penalty kick." Alex squeezed me and I laughed at her gesture. 

“Thank you, Thank you! I have the best sister who showed me what good penalty kicks are.” I smile. 

As the middle of June approached, after the Korea friendlies, I prepared for my move to Germany with a mix of excitement and nerves. Alex and I grew closer again, our bond strengthened by the fact that this new routine will give us a chance to miss eachother. 

The day I boarded the plane to Munich, with three suitcases and one carry on bag with everything I need for my apartment I found while spending a week in Munich last month—  Alex was there, cheering me on. 

“I’ll miss you sweetheart.” Alex hugged me. I hugged her back before hugging my smaller niece who stood beside us. "I will miss you both the most." I respond.

Later as the plane took off, I looked out the window, my heart full of hope. This was my chance to prove myself to the world and to the fans that I am more than just my sister. 

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part two here

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[smolvenger]

In A World of Boys, He's a Gentleman (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x Reader blurb)

Summary: Collapsing into tears after a hellish week, your professor boyfriend confesses he loves you.

Warnings: cursing, some work problems (I may have used some of my irl experiences in here, oops) Reader liking Romantasy books, but other than that, some hurt/comfort and lots of fluff!

A/N: I decided to leave it ambiguous if Reader is a student or not, so that is personally up to you. From @holdmytesseract's request for the birthday blurbs! Thanks for your patience!

Word Count: >2K

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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If the past week was purgatory, then today was utter hell.

Everything in your life was driving you so busy, you felt both stasis and panic at once. You got so distracted that you would zone out on your phone closing and reopening the same apps for hours. Then at work, people were driving you up a wall. Because you were a good employee who had to get things done in the order and way they trained you or else…less got done. The impossibility of productivity crept on you. Minutes became hours. You had to argue with someone in a conversation that should have been four minutes but lasted eight because she would not shut up, kept repeating the same things over and over, would rarely let you speak and when you did, never replied or added onto your responses. On top of that, your body decided that the buttcrack dawn of morning when it was still dark was a good time to be awake. And impossible to drift back to sleep even when you took cold medicine. Which then made you exhausted at work.

Thank god for your professor boyfriend.

He was your light in the midst of all this. You had dated for some time, and even the sight of him putting on glasses in a nice suit as he headed off ofr work still made you tingly inside. He would leave you little gifts at your place- flower bouquets, cupcakes, and the like. You were at a point where you didn’t have to have romantic dates all the time. You were now just in his place. Just hanging out. Simple as that. 

You could be quiet and not interact every second. As cats parallel played you could just be in comfortable silence together. Especially when it came reading- for you had something of a silent book club. You both turned off your phones and would sit devouring book after book. 

He was a Literature professor, so it was in his nature. It seemed though sometimes he was never off the clock!  He even challenged you- it was one thing that drew you to daring him. He was smart enough- he respected you as an intelligent being in your own right but was able to have questions and discussions. It was the academia in him. It made you grow into wanting to be a better person for him…and he for you.

Though today, your stress, anxiety, and semi insomnia was creeping up on you. You sat on the brown chair and he on his sofa. There was the same book in your hands. He was already rubbing a finger over his lips, pressing his glasses close. Enchanted by the spell words made. It was a well-reviewed piece of literature that won awards and was featured on the official lists of esteemed journals. He recommended this title to you and you were both reading it. 

As you sat with your own copy that he leant you, you cracked open the stiff spine from it’s newness and began to read…

You were spacing out on the first chapter. It was dense, poetic, and beautiful….but you had no idea what the heck was going on.

After a few more pages, it was starting to get sad.

What was it with these books? And it was not cheery- Was high literature just sad things happening like people having affairs on their wives or committing abuse or doing drugs or going to war or just being awful with no repercussions?

With a sigh, you reached into your bag and pulled out a different book- an escapist, spicy romantasy that all the girls on social media were losing their minds over. You replaced the high literature book, setting it down quietly, and opened it. Tom was so engrossed in the book he didn’t notice. You didn’t want him to notice.

You found this time you were understanding the words in front of you. And you found yourself drawn. Was it the best piece of literature to be studied in a professors class in the future? Hell no. But you were here for a good time, not a long time. And not to study human nature deeply, but to be in a different world, where you had a different name, a different look, and different problems, but far more magical and exciting than everything crashing down in your dull, grey reality. One where your clothes were beautiful with corsets and fine fabric instead of just jeans. One where you would have a sword with a name then a smartphone that sucked all of your free time. One where you could be a princess, a queen, an assassin, a fae lady, a vampire, a pirate, a goddess, a duchess… anything other than plain old you in a plain old life at a plain old job.

Tom looked up. He then eyed over your cover and back at you.

You looked up at him and grimaced. Then you shoved the book back into your bag.

“Please! Don’t judge me!” you cried.

“Why would I judge you?” he asked.

You gestured over to the book in his hands.

“I’m reading this silly trash book and you have all of your fine literature!” you cried.

He set his own copy down, but his blue eyes softened.

“My dear…Is something up?” he asked.

He knew you well enough he could tell the signs.

“Yes, my day was hell! It was this and this and this and…I try to handle it but..I’m overwhelmed so I can’t…I really can’t…I’m not even smart enough to read this book, because I try and try but I just can’t understand this stuff and I can’t get into it, like you…I’m an idiot…”

You burst into tears, and he came over, hugging and kissing your head in little pecks. 

“No…darling, no…” he murmured.

You leaned into his arms. You found yourself vneting and complaining the suffering long inside you.

“I know…I’m a mess…” you sobbed out. “And there was a lady at work who’s a bitch, and my job is so hard, and I can’t sleep at night…it’s just…I wish I could be smarter, nicer, better for you Tom, but…”

“How do you take tea?” he asked.

Looking up, you wiped your tears with your sleeve and answered him.

He made it for you the way you liked. It was the prettiest mug- white with bluebell flowers painted on it.  And returned with it. You sipped at it, it was perfect in it’s flavor and so warm, you felt it melt inside you. You placed both hands around it- science said it was like receiving a hug. Feeling the warmth inside and outside as you looked up at him. 

He scooted himself to be close, a gentle smile on his face and one of his large, beautiful hands rubbing your forearm in comfort.

“I know I’m a mess.” you said.

“I like you as a mess.”

You began to blink at him.

“No, I…but I’m…I’m trying, but I just…I know I complain and I read trashy books and I call people bitches and all that, you can say it, Tom. It’s the truth,” you replied.

“Set your drink down,” he requested.

You complied.

He cupped your face. A gasp aired itself in your throat. 

“My dear, you are perfect as you are. A mess, broken, crying…and I want nothing else than to be with you.” he confessed.

You nearly dropped your jaw.

“That’s…a…you’re saying that…”

“Well…I…yes, I never thought I’d run into someone like you, who’d change everything. Why should I care if you feel upset sometimes like every human being  or what you read to make you happy or that things aren’t always wonderful…I…I love you….there, I said it.”

Love. The little word that changed everything. And it was the first time he said it. It was…unspoken. Something you both felt for the long months you dated, but never confirmed. And here it was, materialized and as present as the furniture and mugs and books, for it was just as real.

“I love you too, Tom.”

You embraced him tight, and he embraced back. He then pressed his forehead to yours, squeezing hands.

He then let go, looking down at your mug.

“Here…your tea will get cold…” he said, offering the drink back to you.

“And…my book….” you murmured.

“Oh, I have no problems with you reading it with me! If it’s that good, I’ll make you another cup of tea and get us some biscuits as well! Then you must tell me all about it!” He gave a little laugh. “Who knows, I may even try it myself someday!”

Smiling with him, you gave him a kiss on his cheek. Then, you settled into cuddling him, sipping your tea and enjoying both of your books in a moment of pure bliss.

[recuira]

after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five

chapter six | drunk. drool. darkness.

her pov;

I felt like an idiot. Like a fool.

When I came downstairs the following morning, with a pounding headache nearly blinding my vision, I spotted my mother collapsed on the couch rather than in her own bed. The kitchen was surprisingly clean, as well as the dining room table. She definitely didn't tidy up after that disaster of a night, so who did?

I walked past the stairs and into the kitchen, attempting to search for any kind of medicine to hopefully soothe the aching headache I had. I sorted through a kitchen cabinet before finding a small bottle of painkillers my mother was prescribed when her illness was first diagnosed. I placed two tablets in my mouth and dipped my head underneath the sink faucet, pouring a bit of water into my mouth to swallow the pills. Stepping back, I grabbed a pot from the stove, glaring at my sleeping mother.

I dropped it on the tiled floor.

In a split second, she shot up awake, groaning. "What the hell was that?!" She spat, grabbing her head while also covering her eyes.

"Good morning," I said as I forced a smile. I placed the pot back atop of the stove. "What happened last night?"

"Why the fuck should I know?" She cursed, laying back down.

"Where'd Buggy go?"

"Home?"

I frowned. I wasn't going to get any answers from her.

I ventured back upstairs into my bedroom where I could let my eyes settle in the cold and darkness. I closed the door behind me and approached my bed but before I climbed on it, I noticed a small green blur in the corner of my vision. Turning my head, I found the small turtle stuffed animal laying on the floor.

I treated my stuffed animals like they were living. To let them touch the floor rather than my own bed would be a sin.

Why was it on the floor?

Then it hit me.

Buggy threw it there.

I sat on my bed, holding the plushie close to my person. Last night, after dinner, I stormed up to my bedroom to be alone and to calm down due to the big fight my mother and I had. Then he came into my room to console me. Then-

"Oh my god."

I couldn't believe it. I practically threw myself onto him. Then he turned me down and after that, my mind drew a blank. I recalled vague bits here and there but the most clear occurrence was that of him leaving. Did I kick him out? Or did he leave willingly?

I touched my mouth with the stuffed animal. The feeling of his lips on mine was something I couldn't forget. For such a rough and rugged man, his lips and touch were so soft. I smiled to myself before falling onto the bed, my eyes drifting to a close.

Before I thought more about all of this, I needed to get rid of this headache.

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I felt so stupid. Like a clown.

As I remembered more about the event, the more my self-esteem dropped. I never, in a thousand years, would have ever imagined myself getting drunk on red wine and then throwing myself onto a man with a red, clown nose. I frowned. His nose wasn't the issue. I liked him. I really did. He was kind and thoughtful for someone who used to be a bloodthirsty pirate. He went out of his way to please me which no one has ever done before.

And how do I thank him?

By making out with him and then kicking him out after he didn't reciprocate. I invite him over for dinner then throw him out.

This is why I hated alcohol.

It made stupid people do stupid things.

I was completely embarrassed with myself- so embarrassed, in fact, that I didn't reach out to Buggy for an entire month. How could I possibly be able to face himself after such an incident? Would I not mention it? Do I shake his hand and apologize and ask him to never bring it up again? Or do I kiss him again and see if my effort will mean something to him this time?

No, I'm an idiot. I ruined such a great friendship due to a few too many glasses of cheap red wine.

I blamed my mother for this entirely- and myself, of course. But if it weren't for her selfish and conniving personality, Buggy wouldn't have been invited for dinner. He and I would still be talking. I would see him everyday like I had been.

I vowed to my mother that as soon as I made enough money, I was moving out and cutting all ties with her. She simply laughed at me.

And so, for the past month, I kept my promise and sought out to look for jobs. Nothing dirty, of course.

I landed a waitress gig at a small run-down pub that hardly housed any customers other than drunken pirates and businessmen. I've only been here a few times before and it was the same pub I met Buggy at. Ever since that night, I haven't returned until today. The owner told me that the blue-haired piratehardly inhabited this bar which I was thankful for. I still needed to properly digest everything and when I was ready to confront him, I would. I just hoped it would be soon.

I was surprised to see that he didn't reach out either.

Maybe I scared him off.

As I cleaned off one of the tables, I tried to ignore the loud yells from behind me. Surprisingly, there was a huge flood of new patrons. My boss told me there was a soccer game and that's why everyone decided to eat and drink at the same place.

I didn't mind it too much. It meant more tips.

The rest of the night went by fast and just as we neared closing, I sat by myself in a corner booth, counting the change and money I made in just a few hours. One hundred and twenty berries. I smiled to myself, recounting to see if my math was correct.

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen-

The bell above the door jangled as someone walked inside. I kept my head low and proceeded to count before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"We're not closed yet, Y/N. Go assist that customer, please." The man pointed at a booth. "Now."

I huffed and stood up, slipping the loose change into a pocket in my apron. I grabbed the notepad and a pen and started towards the booth.

With a closed-eye smile, I greeted the patron. "Hello, what can I get for you tonight?

"Y/N?"

I opened my eyes and there he sat. "Buggy," I whispered.

I nearly cringed.

His long blue hair was tied in a loose ponytail with the same striped bandanna wrapped around his scalp. His makeup was streaking down his sweaty face. The buttons of his striped vest were misaligned with the wrong slots. His blue-painted fingernails were chipped. And the worst of it, he wrank of liquor.

He was swaying in his seat, his arms resting across the table.

"H-Haven't-" hiccup! "-seen you in a while," He smirked. "You miss me?" His words slurred and his green eyes were nearly swollen shut. I frowned at this and took a seat beside him, nudging him to the other side of the booth. He giggled and his arm lifted before slinging over my shoulder.

"What's going on?" I whispered, hoping my boss wouldn't see me.

"What? Nothing!" He murmured.

"You're shitfaced. Why?"

"I dunno'. Got bored..." Buggy hummed and smiled up at me. His fingers began to mess with my hair. "Yer' working now?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Well, I wouldn't know! I haven't seen you in years..." He pouted.

"It's been a month."

"Whatever. Get me a beer, will ya?"

I laughed. "No! You're already too far gone. I'll get you a water." I pulled myself away from him and stood up, making my way behind the counter. Pouring him a glass of water, I watched as he proceeded to hiccup, playing into the drunkard stereotype all too well. Why was he like this? I've never seen this before. Why did he drink so much? As I approached him, he reached for me. I whacked his hand away and slid the cup toward him. This time, I sat across from him.

He glared at the drink before chugging it all, some water dripping down his stubbled chin. I crossed my arms and examined him. He was a complete and utter mess. It almost disgusted me to see him in this light. Someone I respected so much was now stooping to the same level as my mother.

"Buggs, what's happening here?"

"What?" He tilted his head. "Yer' supposed to be my waitress. You haven't taken my order yet," The pirate grumbled, reaching to grab at the paper menu. He squinted his eyes as he read it. "Get me a sandwich. With... uhm, oh! Meat, cheese, and lettuce." He met my gaze and smiled widely, exposing every single tooth.

"Not until you tell me what's going on," I demanded, pointing down at the table. "Is this some ploy to get back at me?"

"W-What? Back at you?" He snickered. "Yer' cute, kiddo."

"Don't call me that."

"Cute or kiddo?"

"Both."

"What would you rather me say?" He smirked and leaned forward, gesturing his hand for me to get closer. I did, also leaning in. "Your- hehe, your tits look amazing in that top?"

I gasped and pushed him back. "Fuck you!"

"What?! Which would you rather me call you?" He pursed his red-stained lips together.

"By my fucking name, you idiot."

"Okay! Y/N," He started, letting out a soft burp. "Where's my sandwich?"

"You'll get it once you start talking."

"I've been talking! I can't win with you." His eyes rolled. "Women."

I hit him atop of the head this time and he yelped, immediately shrinking down as his arms hovered over his head.

"You're the one who kicked me out! Why are you still acting so mad... I'd think you'd be happy to see me again, but- but, I was wrong..."

"I am happy to see you but-"

"You are? Really?" The look on the clown's face broke my heart. He was so surprised, so shocked to find out that I missed his company. “I-I’m glad.” His head dropped for a moment and he looked down at his lap. “I’ve been, uh, g-going through a lot.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it.” He let out a loud hiccup then clutched his throat. “That one hurt.”

“Why can’t you tell me?”

His broad shoulders shrugged back. “Maybe I will. I just need something- uh, something to eat.”

Getting something in his stomach might help him sober up fast but my mom always told me that the only way to sober up was through time. “I’ll get you something to eat.”

“Now?”

“Yes, right now.”

I got up from the table and began to walk toward the kitchen but a floating hand grabbed at my wrist. It gave my arm a tight tug before I looked back at Buggy. I raised an eyebrow but he just gave me a toothy grin then let go. Venturing into the kitchen, I let the chef know that it was the last meal of the night. He was reluctant because it meant he needed to put out his cigarette but he gave me a firm nod and told me to wait a couple of minutes. I agreed with him then went to peek on the blue-haired clown. He rested his head on his hands, his eyes closed. His long eyelashes casted a dim shadow over his eyelids. His lips parted, a small drop of drool running down his chin. Was he asleep?

Before I could admire him any further, the chef tapped on my shoulder and handed me the tray of food. A sandwich sat upon the plate with potato salad to the right of it. I thanked him and brought the meal to Buggy. I set it in front of him then took a seat.

“Buggy?” I nudged his shoulder. “Your food is here.”

“I’m not hungry.”

What? “What? You just said you were.”

“I lied. I want to go home.”

“Then why did you come here?”

“Because the other bar kicked me out ‘cause I had too much to drink,” He mumbled into his arm. “I wanted to drink more but then I- I saw you. So I wanted to stop.”

“You stopped drinking because of me?”

“I was drinking because of you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together. What was he babbling about now? Before I could protest, he reached forward, grabbing half of the sandwich with a severed hand. He raised his head and took a bite. He chewed for a few seconds then swallowed. He ate the half then slid me the plate. So much for not being hungry.

I smiled to myself and started to eat, taking the last sip of the glass of water I had brought to him. I finished eating then wiped my mouth with a napkin.

Taking a few bills out of my pocket, I placed it on the table to cover the meal.

But then it hit me.

I could pay him back.

“Buggy, I have great news,” I exclaimed with a wide grin and pulled the loose change out of the apron pocket, the various coins rocking against the table before falling flat. The pirate sat up, a yawn escaping his mouth.

“What?”

“I can pay you back now! I have more than enough!”

“I don’t want you to,” He whispered, sliding it toward me. “I have more than enough. You’re the one who needs it, not me.”

“But you said I could pay you back. That was our deal.”

“Y/N-“

“Take the money, Buggy. Please.”

His green eyes met mine for a split second before he reluctantly gave in. He swiped the money toward him and folded the bills before hiding them away in his pocket. I smiled at him, taking the change he didn’t want to keep.

I looked at him, staying quiet. Was he already sobering up? He was talking normally now; he was hardly slurring his speech. “Can I walk you home?”

He cocked a grin. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“Please?”

“Yeah, sure. Alright.”

I clocked out of work and helped Buggy out of his seat. On the walk back to his abode, Buggy leaned against me. My arm wrapped around his shoulders as I guided him down the street. He stumbled with each step and if it weren't for me, I was sure he would've fallen. The man relied on me heavily.

The front door opened with a loud bang. A wave of cold air brushed over me and I shivered. The pirate buried his face into my neck. A red blush washed over my face before I helped him onto his bed. He giggled to himself and extended his foot. I raised an eyebrow.

"Take my shoes off, please." He whispered, his body falling back to lay flat on the bed with his leg still straight out.

I knelt down and slipped each of his boots off. I set them to the left of the nightstand. Standing up, I closed the front door and dropped my backpack beside it. I approached the man and took a seat upon the edge of the bed, turning to look down at him. His eyes were closed. "Buggy, I'm gonna get going now. We can talk tomorrow, okay? When you're sober," I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you need anything before I go?” I was met with silence. I let out a small huff, my hand resting on his leg. I caressed it. I then pulled my hand away but before I could stand up, his hand took my wrist and he gripped it, tightly. I looked back at him. He was now sitting upward.

"Please, no. Please stay the night," He begged, lunging forward. His head fell into my lap and his arms wrapped around my waist. "Don't leave again. Please."

I froze. My eyes grew wide, my arms levitating above the man.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me. "Okay, okay." I dropped my hands to rest on his back, tenderly stroking the fabric of his vest. He let out a satisfied hum and remained completely silent. While it wasn't the most comfortable position, I stayed still because it was cozy for him.

I've never seen him in this mood before. I thought alcohol would make him an angry man, maybe rather devious or feisty, but no. It made him sad. It made him vulnerable. Alcohol took his rough exterior and melted it away, revealing a soft side I've never seen before.

His face nuzzled into my thigh.

I listened to his light breathing and brought my hands up to run through his thick blue hair. I was surprised his hair was so long. It was nice, though. It was silky smooth as well.

"Y/N," Buggy whispered into my leg.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for disappointing you."

A frown stayed on my face. I felt my eyes and nose sting. "What?"

"I've done nothing but trouble you. I'm sorry. I didn't realize I would be this much of a burden in your life. I thought I could help but-"

"What are you going on about?"

His head raised and revealed a soaking wet face. A stream of tears ran down his face, his makeup smearing even more than before. I gasped. He sniffled and grimaced. "I look so stupid, don't I?"

"You don't, Buggers. I'm just trying to figure out why you're crying," I whispered, raising my head to cup his cheek. He leaned into my palm and gave me a small, sincere smile. This was hurting my heart.

"We haven't spoken in a month."

"I know, I know. It's my fault, I-"

"Did you just not want to see me anymore?"

I instantly shook my head. "No, no, no. That's not it at all." I wiped a few tears away with my thumb.

"I thought I fucked up so badly," He started, taking a deep breath. "When you came onto me like that, I felt time stop. Literally nothing else mattered to me in that moment other than you. I didn't even fucking care if my heart stopped beating. If being with you was my last moment alive, I'd die a happy man." I sucked in my lower lip, my eyes burning more. "But it felt wrong. You were drunk, p-probably for the first time in your life. I didn't want to take advantage of that. You weren't thinking straight at all. I-I didn't want you to-to regret it the next morning."

"Buggy-"

"You have no idea- no fucking idea how badly I've wanted that. Since the very moment I've laid my eyes on you, I realized there was nothing more I could ever want. You're perfect. A literal angel." I wanted to tell him he was wrong but he continued to speak, making my heart both ache and jump. "My life was so dark before you. I was blinded by greed and-and hatred. I was a cruel man. But seeing you smile, I forget what for, but your smile erupted something in me. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about anything else in life other than you. I did some fucked up shit and I feel like you have a right to know." He swallowed then turned his head, facing away from me.

"What do you mean?" Those words scared me.

"Look in the nightstand. There's a book, I think it's the second one. Open it and see for yourself." He sat up and pulled away from me, wiping his nose and eyes. "No more lies or secrets. I want to be completely open and honest with you about everything. If our friendship continues, then I want honesty. You deserve that."

"You're scaring me, Buggy," I murmured and leaned forward, reaching for the drawer. I yanked it open and sorted through the stack of novels. I grabbed the second one and set it in my lap. "Can I just say-"

"No, please look. I need your opinion on me after you see this."

I was horrified.

What was so revolting in this book that he felt the need to hide?

I looked at him, frowning, before dropping my head. I admired the cover of the novel before peeling it open. My eyes widened.

"Read it out loud," The man instructed as he toyed with his bottom lip. He stared at me, not even seeming to blink.

My thumb dragged over the paper to smooth out the crumpled words. “She has the kindest smile. Her generosity is beyond that of anyone I know. She makes me believe in the good of humanity again." I repeated as I read the sentences scattered on the small note of paper. I smiled to myself. "Did you write-"

"Read the next one."

"I've never wanted something so badly in my life. To say I yearned for her would be a complete understatement. I longed for her, I yearned, I desired- In simple terms, I wanted her. I mean, how could I not? She was an angel. She was a siren. I would purposely listen to her enchanting song, allowing my boat to crash, just if it meant I could be graced by her presence, by her beauty. I was obsessed with her. If she found out my thoughts, my desires, she would never let herself be seen with me. I wouldn't blame her, though. I was obsessive. It was unhealthy, I knew that. But I didn't care. I wouldn't say I loved her because I didn't know what that felt like. I've never experienced it. But perhaps I did love her. I didn't know, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that she was the only treasure I wanted. Not the One Piece, no. Not even that could match up to her alluring person. If I had to travel every sea in order to find her, battle every sea snake in order to touch her, I would. I would in a heartbeat." I felt my lower lip quiver as salty tears began to cloud my vision. I used my free hand to rub my eyes before I continued. "A-And she caused me to see the world in color. Everything was so bland and dry but the second I saw her, I could see the blue in the sky and the pink petals of cherry blossoms. I could see the light at the end of a tunnel. If I was drowning, I know she would be able to rescue me just from her words of encouragement."

"Do you get it now?" He asked, placing his hand on my knee.

"You like me?" I asked, hesitant.

"What? Really?" He said with a weak laugh. "Of course I do. But I've known you for so long, Y/N. Much longer than you knowing me. I've followed you before, s-stalked you."

I gasped. Oh. I didn't get that from the writings. "You did?"

"Yeah, I did. I've been scheming for months. Trying to figure out how to talk to you o-or get you to say hello to me. Then at the bar-"

"I said hello to you. Were you there because of me?"

"Yeah, it wasn't mere coincidence."

"Woah," I said in awe, my facial expression or tone of voice hiding how I was truly feeling. "That's- wow."

"If you want to leave, I understand. It's a lot, I know. But I promise I've never properly stalk- well, I-I don't know. I just saw you and I knew I needed to know you. I needed you in my life."

"When did you first see me?"

"A fish market. You were giving a kitten some of the scraps."

"I don't even remember that," I admitted with a light chuckle.

"I'm not a creeper pervert or anything, I swear. I've-"

"Buggy, stop panicking. I'm flattered, if anything. I don't hate you. I don't think differently of you either."

He leaned into me, his red nose touching the tip of my own. He wore a wide smile on his face. "Really?" I nodded my head and rested my hand atop of his.

"It's a lot to take in but I'm not creeped out. I just- I had no idea."

"There's a reason I still have a bounty,” He remarked.

I laughed softly. "Very true."

"Do you understand why I was so worried? I thought all of that progress was wasted. I did want to, I really did. God, I wanted to, but-" The man continued to ramble on before I pressed my palm to his red-painted mouth. He wiggled his eyebrows.

"I'm glad you didn't stay. Genuinely, I would have regretted it. Not because of you, but because I would want to remember a moment like that. I never want to drink again so I can be fully aware of everything we do together," I said as I removed my hand. "I didn't contact you because I was embarrassed with myself. I felt like an idiot. I thought I completely ruined everything. I also wanted to properly deal with my emotions. I wanted to figure out what I felt."

"And what do you feel?"

"The same as you do, though maybe not as extreme."

The pirate cracked a cheeky grin and nudged me.

"But I don't want to rush anything, please. If we do decide to do anything," I cleared my throat. "I want to take things slow. I moved too fast that night and look what happened."

"No, no, yeah. I feel the same way. No rush."

"Do we have a deal?" I extended my hand.

"A deal for what?"

"To do this but take things slow."

"To do what?"

"Buggy, you know what I mean."

"I want to hear you say it."

I huffed and pulled my hand back before he quickly grabbed it and gave it a firm shake. "We can go further with our relationship. How is that?" I smiled.

"Hmm, what do you mean? I'm a little slow, you'll need to spell it-" I kissed him for a split second then pulled back. The expression on his face was priceless. "That's pretty self-explanatory,” He hummed, grinning.

"Good."

"Can I do it again, though?" His hand reached to cup my chin.

"Once," I whispered.

Buggy closed the gap, tilting his head to be able to kiss me properly. It was short but sweet. When he pulled away, he fell against me, his forehead resting on my shoulder. My arms enwrapped his figure and I pulled him close. "Are you tired?" I asked, playing with his ponytail.

"Mhm," He responded, a soft yawn parting from his lips. "You're still staying the night, right?"

"Yeah, I am."

The blue-haired man pulled away from me and swept his legs over the side of the bed "I'll sleep on the floor, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

I grabbed his arm. "Nonsense, it's okay. I get the left side, though."

Buggy grinned, nodding his head. "Yes, ma'am."

I peeled my shoes off, setting them next to his as he began to unfold the sheets. He pulled the blankets back and climbed underneath them. I crawled beside, pushing my legs under the thin blankets. Turning to face Buggy, I tucked my arm under the pillow.

"I'm sorry for being like this, by the way. For being drunk."

"It's okay, just try to stop. If it's okay."

"It is," He whispered while stretching his arm out, slyly letting it sling over my waist. I smirked.

"You were kind of funny, though."

"How so?"

"Slurring your words, repeating yourself, tripping everywhere."

"What can I say? They don't call me a clown for nothing."

"I think the nose and makeup gave you that reputation."

"Nose?" He cocked an eyebrow upward.

"D-Did I say nose? I meant, uh, your hair!"

"Mhm, sure." Buggy tugged me toward him, my face coming into contact with his chest. He let out a groan as he made himself comfortable. "I hope this isn't moving too fast. I'm cold."

"No, this is perfect," I replied with a sheepish smile.

My eyes closed and I shrugged my shoulders back while exhaling a sigh. I was cold but the warmth of his body soothed my goosebumps. I rested my forehead against his abdomen and felt myself beginning to drift off. His chin plopped upon my head and his hand combed through my hair.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" He whispered, his voice raspy as exhaustion took over.

"We'll figure that out when tomorrow arrives. For now, I need sleep."

"Do you work tomorrow?"

I shook my head, whispering a simple 'no'.

"Sorry, I'll let you sleep."

I smirked to myself and tucked myself closer into him.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N," He mumbled as he kissed atop my head.

With those words and the sound of his heartbeat and breathing, I found myself falling asleep. I ignored the stench of alcohol coming from his person and focused on everything else I enjoyed about him.

In one last resort to get comfortable, I turned over, pressing my back against his front. My legs entangled with his and his arm slipped underneath my own. He held my hand.

The last thing I remember was him placing a kiss on the back of my head and then I fell unconscious.

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Please please please please please I actually beg, I need a fluff where Sukuna is cuddling with you, his head on your chest while he tells you about… I don’t know, how this is because he doesn’t love you and you’re only good for being a pillow, knowing that is not the case. (Also HIII I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR CONTENT!!! Thank you very much for reading this and I hope you have a lovely day, whether you choose to respond or not :D 💞💞💞💞💞💞)

I DROPPED EVERYTHING TO WRITE THIS ITS TOO FUCKIN CUTE AH-

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Starring: A battle weary Sukuna

You were never really sure what to do with your nights when Ryomen was away. Normally, you would spend the twilight hours in his room, in his arms, and in his sheets, curled into his side afterwards and falling asleep to the sounds of his heartbeat slowing down. But, that was out of the question tonight, just as it had been for the last week. He was off conquering something somewhere- you honestly didn’t really care. You just wanted your man- your lord back. Luckily, he was due back tomorrow evening. 

Without having many other options, you found yourself curled up on your bed with a book from the palace library. Not a bad way to spend an evening per say, just a lonely one. Ryomen was never a huge fan of cuddling unless it was after he was inside of you- and even then he was more on the take it or leave it side of things. But, his presence was still always appreciated, and on cold nights like these you desperately wanted him home to warm your bed.

You wondered what the fuck was in your tea when you saw him standing in your door way, convinced you were hallucinating. “My lord?” You asked, taking in his battle weary from. “You’re home?”

“Clearly.” He grumbled, death shambling over to your bed and collapsing on it. Admittedly, you were a little put off by it- the metallic smell of blood still clinging to his skin, as if he left the battlefield and went straight to your arms. You didn’t have a lot of time to realize how true that statement was before his arms were wrapped around you, pulling you as close to him as he possibly could and resting his head at the crown of your breast. It almost scared you just how needy he was being. 

“You’re home early…” You pointed out, only for him to roll all four of his eyes at you.

“Refer to my previous statement.”

“I’m asking why my lord.” His jaw ticked at your words. He’d killed nobles for less,what made you think you could take that tone with him? He should cut your disrespectful tongue out for even considering to question him. 

“We were able to slaughter their forces faster than we expected. None of them were higher than grade two.” He explained, closing his eyes to try and relax.

“Oh, that’s great! Another successful battle.” You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. You swore you heard him purr.

“Yeah.” No. No it absolutely was not. Yeah, none of those foot soldiers were higher than a grade two, but that didn’t matter when there was so fucking many of them. A hoard of roaches could kill a snake given the right numbers, and Sukunas entire force was out numbered, for every one soldier he had that asshole had over a hundred grunts. 

It got bleak. Bleak to the point where Sukuna had to really consider the fact he might not be going home. That he might die at the hands of fucking novices of all things. That he might not ever be able to hold you again, to kiss you, to see you. And he didn’t even say a proper goodbye before leaving. For the first time in Ryomen Sukuna’s existence, he was terrified. It wasn’t the first time he had been at deaths door, he was actually a frequent visitor. But this was the first time he made the trip when he had something to live for.

So he pushed through. Unleashed a fourth domain expansion even after the second one took everything he had left out of him, fought harder than he had before, and even felt a black flash. At some point, the enemies stopped flooding in, and it was just him and was was left of his army in the war zone. Yeah, he won, but he would never consider that a successful battle. 

You didn’t need to know that though. All you needed to know was he was home. He watched you read your book, content for what felt like the first time ever as you played absentmindedly with his hair. Moments like these were the ones he dreaded losing the most. Soft moments, where he could actually let his guard down and be at peace, even if it was only for a few seconds. He sighed softly, closing his eyes and snuggling closer to you.

“I missed you too, my lord.” You smiled gently at him. His eyes snapped open. You just had to speak, didn’t you?

“I didn’t miss you.” He scoffed in disgust, but still couldn’t find it in him to move, “Know your place whore.” The “whore” was so half-hearted it was laughable. Normally he was able to put some venom in it, but he was feeling particularly de-fanged right now. 

“Oh of course. That’s why you're clinging to me like this, because you absolutely did not miss me, right? You don’t love me at all.” You teased him.

“I do not.” He snapped, lifting his head up to properly look you in your eyes so you knew you were on thin fucking ice. “You think this is because I love you? Do you think the sky is red too? You’re comfortable wench, that’s all this is. You’re no more valuable to me than a pillow, or a chair. Love is an entirely human emotion, don’t project it onto me.” He lashed out, before dropping his head back on your chest with a limp thud. “You’ll to well to watch your tongue slut, before I cut it out.” He grumbled, managing to find some venom there this time. 

“I’m sorry my lord.” You sighed, returning to your book. A soft, self satisfied smirk did find its way to your lips when you felt him put your hand back in his hair, prompting you to continue playing there. 

“Mmm.” He grumbled. Truth be told, Love was a human emotion. Most curses would never feel anything even adjacent to it in their lifetime. But no matter how much he tried to deny it, Sukuna was human once. Mortal blood once flowed though his veins, and a human heart still pounded in his chest. A human heart you held in soft hands, gently protecting without even knowing. You’d never know how hard he fought just to be by your side tonight, not if he could help it.

You turned off the bedside lamp, settling into bed with him. He gently kissed your forehead, a soft action that was forced to go unnoticed, least he have to make good on any of his threats. Or worse, admit he was a fool in love. 

[universallychaoticpan]

Walk me home~

bsd men walking you home when you're (both) drunk

(TW for brief references to alcoholism.)

(Dazai, Chuuya, Kunikida)

It wasn't like you had a low tolerance or anything; seriously, you could drink most people you knew under the table. But between the rich warmth of the summer night making you feel alive and the Dazai's deceptively adorable smile, you'd both passed tipsy about an hour ago.

But he was still in the right frame of mind to know there was no way in hell he was letting you walk home alone in the middle of the night. Nope. Kunikida could think he was an idiot all he wanted, but he had enough common sense (even while drunk) to know that that was a bad idea. And even though he trusted you to protect yourself, weapons and abilities hardly ever mixed well with alcohol.

Thus began your stumble back to your apartment, the two of you cackling madly every time you bumped into one another. Suddenly, all of his stupid joked were just hilarious, and his kisses tasted sweeter than nectar. He kissed you against streetlamps, sent you both tumbling into alleys as he tried to kiss you against walls, twirled you around as you giggled like a child. At a normal time, passersby would've scoffed at your behavior, and for good reason. But it wasn't a normal time- it was the middle of the night when the moon burned bright and high in the sky, when the taste of liquor on your tongues complimented the gleam in your eyes perfectly.

You were happy, giddy, in love- the night was warm and seemed to e holding its breath, waiting for something magic.

But you collapsed into the doorway of your apartment, still giggling between one another, his shirt collar in your fist as you pulled him into a kiss.

The next morning, you would wake up on the floor, his coat draped over you like a blanket as you used his chest as a pillow, his hand in your hair and a headache in your skull. But the morning didn't matter. All that mattered was your laughter, his mouth, and the stars swimming in your eyes, bright as galaxies.

You had been at the Mafia party for almost four hours now- that was after it had taken Chuuya days to convince you to go in the first place. But finally, you'd gotten dressed, fixed your hair, taken his breath away and attended on his arm.

And somehow, you managed to drink enough fine wine that your cheeks were flushed and your hair was falling fetchingly around your face.

You stood on the mezzanine of the grand room, watching people mingle and laugh below, listening to the soothing hum of chatter as you raised your glass to your lips again. Before you could take a longer sip, you felt a cool, gentle hand pulling the glass away.

"They really should warn people how easy it is to loose self control with this stuff." Chuuya's voice was like a balm on your hot skin as he slid his arm around your waist, standing beside you as he finished your glass. "You've had what, three glasses? And you've got that dreamy, far away look- like your just gonna close your eyes and float away." He snorted. "If I was a better person, I'd regret dragging you here."

You laughed, the sound escaping your lips like the ringing of bells.

"Don't be mad," you smiled. "if anything, be happy i now understand your appreciation for finery."

He smiles. "You're the finest thing in my life, so how about I get you out of here before we regret staying longer."

Too sleepy to argue, you let him lead you out of the grand room, the glitter of the party soon replaced by the gleam of the city at night. You stared out of the window of your car as you leaned against his shoulder, watching the city rush past in a blur of color and light, your eyes half closing as the warmth of the wine flowed through you.

"you know something?" you mused, only half conscious as Chuuya's hand rested gently on your shoulder. "Feeling like this..it's no wonder people are alcoholics."

Chuuya chuckled in spite of himself. "You wanna know something? When I tell you all about everything you said tonight in the morning, the look on your face is going to be sweeter than any wine."

You snorted, pushing at him playfully. "You're such a dick," you smiled.

"Yeah? Well I love you." He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you rested your head on his chest, a yawn forcing itself out of you.

"Shut up," you murmured, though not unknindly , the smile on your lips evident in your voice as you drifted off.

Kunikida had no idea how he'd gotten here.

The evening had been normal enough- some of the older agency members sticking around to chat after work, namely Dazai, Ranpo, Yosano, you, and himself. Then chatting turned to dinner, the five of you eating in a circle in the middle of the room. Then, dinner had turned into Dazai running out of the office in a hurry, returning ten minutes later carrying several bottles of cheap booze. After that- well things had gotten strange.

Kunikida wasn't a lightweight, but he also had a sort of self control the rest of you seemed to have lost. He sat on his chair, watching the rest of you roar with laughter at the stupidest things, watching you make up drinking games, watching you forget your troubles as you drank among friends.

But of course, all good things had to end. Eventually, everyone said their goodbyes, and went their separate ways. Which left you and Kunikida alone to walk the short distance to his apartment.

Now.

You weren't unsteady on your feet, but you had a tendency to wander even when sober. Whatever had been in your cup hadn't made that any different, so he made sure to keep his hand wrapped around yours lest you stumble into a light pole. He smiled in spite of himself as you mumbled happily to yourself, swinging your clasped hands between the two of you.

"You're an oddly adorable drunk you know," he muttered, a small, affectionate smile gracing his usually serious face.

"I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about," you replied, turning around and placing your hands on your hips like a pouting child. "I'm adorable all the time."

Kunikida snorted, but he didn't disagree as he walked you up the stairs to your place.

He let you get into bed and was about to go finish a few things when you reached out- reaching for him.

"Stay" you mumbled, face squished against your pillow. "Want you to stay here."

"Come on, y/n, I'll be back in a minute- just have to finish some things."

"Nope. Here. Now"

You stared at each other for a second, your eyes still challenging even in your giggly, drunken haze. Finally, he relinquished. You were the only one he'd do that for.

"You're such a brat you know," he said as he got into bed beside you, pulling you into him.

"Yeah I know," you replied.

"But you love me."

[holly-the-trash-writer]

Runaway Fiancé Part 2

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Part 1

Summary: Spencer does not cope well after you left. He doesn't go to work and an old friend comes back to talk some sense into him. Will you come back or will this be the end for you and Spencer?

Word Count: 3,038

It’s been a nine days, four hours, twenty-six minutes and three seconds since you left. 

For the first week Spencer refused to go to work, he wanted to be at home just in case you came back to his apartment. 

He’s barely eaten, he won’t answer the phone or the door. Penelope has come to his door countless times, begging him to answer the door or even just talk to her but the most she received was a knock on his wall that let her know that he was alive. 

Emily had texted him to let him know that you were alright, and you were thinking about him. 

He just wished that you would come and talk to him but he knows that you will once you’re ready. 

J.J had blown up his phone with calls and messages that he ignores. He doesn’t want to hear or read anything that she has to say. 

He has no energy. How could he? He is supposed to be getting married in thirteen days and his bride-to-be is in the wind. 

A fresh set of tears rolled down his face as he collapsed onto his sofa. He wrapped his arms around his chest and sobbed.  

How could something like this have happened? 

Why did J.J have to say that?  

Why did he bring it up at the wedding?  

There are so many things he wants to say to you, to hold you, kiss you, get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness. 

The sound of a key turning in the lock made him fall off the sofa as he scrambled to his feet and stumble towards his door. 

The door opened and the smile wiped off Spencer’s face, “Oh.” 

“Well, that’s not the greeting I was hoping for.” 

Morgan was stood in the doorway with a frown on his face. 

Spencer sighed in disappointment, “Thought you were someone else.” he turned and made his way back to the sofa, throwing himself down to his previous position. 

Morgan sighed as he closed the door and walked into the apartment. He walked over and tapped Spencer’s head and Spencer rose to let Morgan take the space on the sofa, letting Spencer rest his head on his thighs.  

Morgan rubbed Spencer’s shoulder soothingly. 

“Who called?” Spencer asked grumpily. 

“Who’d you think?” Morgan snarked back,  

Garcia had called Morgan when Spencer wouldn’t answer anyone, and she knew that the one person he would speak to would be Morgan. 

“Still no word?” 

Spencer shook his head in Morgan’s lap, whining out a “No.” 

“What happened, kid?” 

Spencer inhaled deeply, “J.J and I were held hostage by an unsub that told her to tell a secret she’s been too afraid to say, and she told me she has always loved me.” 

He felt Morgan stiffen before relaxing again, “And what did you say?” 

Spencer sat up straight, “Nothing, I was in shock. She came over to me at Rossi's wedding and I asked her was it the truth and she didn’t say anything, but I could tell from the look on her face that it was true.” His breath hitched and he could feel the tears coming again. “Y/n was standing behind us and heard everything. We went outside to talk, and she was so angry and confused and I didn’t have the answers. She asked me do I love J.J too and the words caught in my throat. I couldn’t love anyone else but her.” he sniffed as the tears fell, “She thought I was hesitating, so she left. I went to her apartment, and she had left me a note.” He gestured to the letter on the table. 

Morgan leaned over and grabbed it, quickly scanning over the words. 

“I just want her to come back.” He broke down and cried into his hands. 

Morgan rubbed his shoulder; he hates to see Spencer so upset. He couldn’t understand why J.J would say that, to a man who used to have a crush on her, that same man who was getting married in just over a week and instead he was crying hysterically in his apartment. 

“Kid, locking yourself away like this isn’t helping. No one has heard from you. This is not the Spencer Reid that I know.” 

Spencer rubbed his eyes, “He left when she did.” 

Morgan shifted off the sofa, “Okay, that’s enough sulking. Y/n went to her parents’ house; she isn’t gone forever, and she didn’t leave you. She just left to have some thinking time. Now, you have taken a week off work, your apartment is a mess, and I don’t think you’ve showered anytime soon. So, get your ass in the shower, shave and then to the office.” 

Spencer huffed and Morgan grabbed him off the sofa, “Go. Now. Don’t make me wash you myself.” 

Spencer cringed at the thought and shuffled his way to the bathroom, grumbling his argument all the way. 

As much as he hated to admit it, Spencer felt a lot better after his shower. Morgan had helped him clean up his apartment and bin all the takeaway containers. And drove him to the bureau. Giving him one final hug before leaving again. 

He took a deep breath as the elevator dinged on their floor; his hands were gripped tightly on the strap of his messenger bag. 

Morgan was right, he can’t sit around his apartment any longer because it isn’t healthy. No matter how much he may want to. 

He just feels empty without your presence, is that so hard to understand? 

He walked into the bullpen which was, thankfully, empty considering that it was lunchtime. So, he decided to go and sit at the round table for a while.  

There was a second where he didn’t even know if the team were here or not. He sighed as he threw himself into the chair and spun from side to side, getting lost in his thoughts. 

“Hey! You’re back.” The click of Garcia’s heels had alerted him to her presence. She bustled over to him and gave him a hug from behind, “It’s so good to see you.” 

Spencer could admit that hearing her did lift his mood a little. 

“I’m not going to ask you how you are… but how are you?” her voice was so gentle as if trying to talk to a cornered animal. 

Spencer smiled, “I’m… sad.” That’s all he could really say. “Morgan said I should come to work to try and make myself busy.” 

Garcia grinned, “Well, Derek, as usual, is correct and I am so glad that you’re back. It’s not the same with both of you not here. But she will be home soon.” 

Spencer nodded because he didn’t really want to talk about it in the office where he might have another breakdown. 

He was saved from answering because all the team started to arrive back. They spotted the top of Spencer’s head and made their way to the room, squeezing his shoulder gently and telling him they were glad to see him again.  

Emily gave him a smile and he returned a sad one, she was on the only one with contact to his fiancé and she wouldn’t tell him anything except that she was okay. 

J.J took up the rear of the group. She smiled when she saw Spencer but all he could do is glare at her. She was the reason why you left and now she’s standing here, smiling at Spencer like nothing ever happened and it made him furious. He completely blanked her and spoke quietly with everyone else. He didn’t see J.J’s face drop and honestly, he didn’t care.  

This had happened once before. J.J coming between you. When J.J didn’t tell him that Emily wasn’t dead, it almost tore you and him apart. 

Did she want it to tear you apart? 

They all filed out to go back to their desks to get some work done, Spencer had stayed to wait until they all left. When he turned to leave, he saw J.J still in the room as well. 

“Spence-” 

“Don’t.” he raised his finger to interrupt her, “I don’t want to hear it J.J. Really.” 

She sighed and took a step towards him, “We really need to talk.” 

Spencer shook his head, “No. No we don’t.” he took a step towards her, and his voice lowered drastically, “I’m getting married to the only woman that I love. A woman that thinks that I don’t love her because of you. I am the godfather to your children, a very happy godfather and that is all that I will ever be. You may love me J.J but I do not love you. That ship sailed long, long ago and I’m sorry if this hurts your feelings but I never want to hear about this again.” And with that Spencer stormed out of the room and went to his desk, he stuck his head into his files and didn’t come out again until it was time to go home. 

- 

You pulled your skirt down as you made your way down the stairs of your parents' house. 

Staying here the past few days have really put everything into perspective for you.  

You had arrived in such a state that you and your mother and your chief bridesmaid opened a bottle of wine... or three and you just ranted and raved your feelings. Needing someone to just listen to you complain. 

Solutions can come later. 

And they did. 

The three of you sat for days and went through all possible outcomes of this until finally concluding. 

The rest of the time you spent sorting out some last-minute details and trying on your dress one last time before the wedding. 

Or would it be the last time now? Only time would tell. 

“Good morning, sweetie.” Your mum chirped as you came into the kitchen. 

“Morning.” you made yourself a cup of tea from the freshly boiled kettle. 

Your mum sat on the sofa and sipped her cup, “How’re you feeling?” 

“I think I’m ready to go back today and sort this all out.” You blew on your own tea to cool it down. 

“Good, it’ll be better to get it all out in the open as quickly as possible. And it’s still in the time window to get our money back on the caterer.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Mum!” 

Your mum chuckled, “I’m joking... kind of. Because, Y/n, if the worst does happen and you need to pull the plug it’s better to do it sooner rather than later.” 

You sighed heavily, “Yeah, I know.” 

Your mum was always the voice of reason and sometimes you absolutely hated how right she was. 

“I never liked that girl anyway.” Your mum huffed. 

“You met her once.” you laughed. 

“And that’s all I needed to know she was up to no good. Trying to steal my daughter's man, I’d love to give her a piece of my mind.” 

“No. I’ll talk to her myself.” 

Your mum smiles, “That’s my girl and give that Spencer a good kick up the backside.” 

Packing your bag into a cab you gave your mum and dad a hug before making your way to Spencer’s apartment. 

- 

Spencer sighed as he got to the final step onto his landing, he was glad he went to work but the confrontation with J.J just made him upset again. In all honesty he was so upset that he couldn’t wait to cry on his sofa. 

Unlocking the door, he dropped his bag carelessly onto the floor, he couldn’t decide if he should fall onto the sofa now and break down or get into his pyjamas and then have a break down. He was weighing the pros and cons of both up in his mind when he turned the light on and ended up jumping three feet in the air. 

“Jesus!” he put his hand on his heart. 

He calmed down quickly after he realised that it was you. His fiancé, you were home. “Y/n.” He breathed in relief before stumbling over to you. 

You were standing in the middle of his apartment, your hair was down, wearing a pink skirt and a white blouse with your white converse. Spencer noticed that your engagement ring was still sitting on your finger and all he could think was that you looked so gorgeous. 

You had been so nervous at the start but when you saw the relief on Spencer’s face, all your nerves went away. 

He stumbled over the furniture as he ran through his apartment to get to you. When you were in arms reach, he leaned over and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as your arms slid around his neck. Since there was a significant height difference between them, he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him. 

He kissed your neck repeatedly, “Please tell me this is really you and not some hallucination.” 

You squeezed him tighter, “It’s me.” you sighed, “Oh, Spencer I’m so sorry.” 

Spencer’s eyes flew open, and he planted you down onto your feet before falling to his knees and grabbing onto your hands, “If anyone is sorry, it’s me.”  

You opened your mouth to argue but he stopped you, “No, really. I am the one who should apologise. I am so sorry that I made you leave. And I am so sorry that I hesitated when I answered your question, but I really didn’t mean to hesitate.” Spencer didn’t even stop for breath. “I hesitated because I couldn’t believe that you would think that I could love anyone else other than you. I wasn’t deflecting either. I love you and only you and that’s what I tried to say.” He kissed the back of both of your hands, “I will beg for your forgiveness for the rest of time if I must. I have never known what feeling lost was like until you were no longer in my life, and I never want to feel like that again.” 

You slowly knelt in front of him, tears in your eyes, “I love you so much.”  

Spencer raised his hands and gently cradled your face before leaning in and pressing your lips together, moving slow until it evolved into such a heated and passionate kiss. The two of you pouring all your emotions from the past week into it. 

When you both finally pulled away, he stroked your cheek with his thumb, “I cannot wait to marry you.” 

“Do you think we can put this behind us?” 

Spencer nodded, “I just want to forget that this ever happened.” 

“That’ll be interesting for you.” You tried to joke as you ran your fingers through his hair, “I need to have a word with J.J first.” 

“What are you going to say?” 

You shrugged, “I’m not sure yet but I don’t want to think about that right now.” You looked between his eyes and his lips. 

Spencer raised an eyebrow, his expression turning serious, he knew what you were doing, “We have a lot of time to make up for.” 

With that he raised to one knee and wrapped his arms around your ass and stood up, gravity forcing you over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. 

“Spencer!” you gasped as he carried you to the bedroom. 

“Yes, future Mrs Reid?” he asked coyly before kicking the door closed behind him. 

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You nervously tapped your fingers against the steering wheel as you sat outside J.J’s house. You arrived twenty minutes ago, not really wanting to do this.  

You’d rather just leave the situation than have a confrontation with her. You hated, hated, confrontation. 

You’re over the anger stage, kind of but you’re firmly in the petty stage… and the annoyed stage… okay so maybe you’re still a little angry about it.  

But this needs to be resolved before the wedding, so you took a deep breath and exited the car. 

Before you lost your nerve you knocked on the door and stepped back. 

Will opens the door and gives you a warm smile, “Hey, Y/n. What can I do for you?” 

You smiled politely back at him, “Hi, Will. Is J.J there?” 

“Yeah. You want to come in?” he stands to the side to let you enter but you shook your head. 

“Oh, I can’t. If the boys see me, I will never get away again.” you laughed and he nodded, disappearing inside. 

Soon enough J.J came into the doorframe, and you gave her a small smile, “We need to talk.” 

J.J nodded and exited the house, closing the door behind her. 

Your heart thundered in your chest, “Really, what I mean is that I will talk, and you will listen.” you told her, “I don’t want to get into this more than I need to. I don’t know why you told Spencer you love him; you could’ve lied but you didn’t. You dropped this bombshell onto a man who is getting married. Not forgetting the fact that you have a husband and two children yourself. Spencer being the Godfather to these children as well. 

Thankfully, J.J never went to interrupt you. 

“You’ve had every opportunity to tell Spencer, but you didn’t. I still can’t even wrap my head around it since you tell him to shut up whenever he goes on one of his rambles, you refuse any of his requests to hang out after work and in all honesty, sometimes, you’re just being a bitch to him. I’m not going to tell you that you have stay away from him because that’s impossible, I’m telling you to get over it. You made your bed so lie in it. Okay?” 

J.J had tears in her eyes and nodded, “Okay.” 

You were honestly a little taken back from her response, you were prepared for a fight, “O-okay. Good. I’ll see you at the wedding.” you didn’t wait for a response before turning on your heel and making your way back to your car. Refusing to look back at J.J before driving away. 

You gave yourself a childish pat on the back before putting the situation behind you. 

You were ready to get married to Spencer. 

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Hot for Teacher(s) 17

Part 16

Steve woke up wrapped in Eddie and he released a sleepy but elated trill. This was how he wanted to awaken every morning. And now he would. He cuddled up a bit more but as he did, he realized he had kicked off most of the blanket last night. He felt a little warm. Warmer than he should, given he was in a hotel with great ventilation. 

“Shit”, he whispered under his breath, shaking Eddie awake.

Eddie was slow to wake up until he understood what was happening and then he was like a man possessed. First telling Robin and Shawn, with just the bare facts of course. They were supposed to return home today, but Eddie giving Steve his bite changed plans. Before a full hour had passed, Eddie and Steve were upgraded to a heat suite. 

“What did you end up telling Shawn?”, Steve asked as Eddie collapsed into bed with him. 

“Just that we had to meet with some other teachers for a few days.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve and nuzzled the fresh bite. Steve was his, really his. And they’d be spending his entire heat solidifying that. Before they could get too far though, Steve had to nest. 

“Wait”, Eddie said, making Steve pause his arranging of the pillows while he went over to his suitcase. 

The alpha took out a few items of clothing. Steve already had some of his own and Eddie’s in the beginnings of the nest. His heart thumped as he recognized one of Robin’s shirts. There was a hotel pillow as well and Steve questioned it until Eddie brought it over and Steve could scent it. 

His pup, his baby, his Shawn.

“Oh Eddie…” Steve’s voice warbled a little. “What if Billy comes around? Are they going to be alright?”

Eddie shushed him, coming over to stroke his cheek, shushing him lightly. “He’ll be at Robin’s place, right? Billy doesn’t even know where she lives. They’ll be alright, baby. Let’s finish the nest.”

Steve nodded, pulling himself together and making the area more comfortable for himself. Once the nest was finished, he fell into it, pulling Eddie to his side and turning on the TV. Right now, his omega simply longed for the closeness of his alpha. He wanted his pup near too, safe in his nest, but he reasoned that he was just fine with Robin.

He enjoyed just snuggling in his nest with his alpha but it didn’t take long for the first crest of his heat to rise up and to warm his skin. Without a word, he started to undress, taking his shirt off first. He was sure Eddie could smell it on him and he looked up just as he started to push his pants down.

Eddie was looking at him like a starved man at a buffet.

“I wanna present for you”, Steve said, voice soft like he was talking to a skittish animal.

Eddie didn’t reply, even though his lips were parted, watching as Steve shed off his last bit of clothing. Hypnotized, he kept his eyes on him as Steve moved, going on all fours and bending over. His back arched and his legs spread, showcasing everything. Steve let out a small coo, beckoning to his mate to take care of him, snapping Eddie out of his trance. He crawled forward, mouth attracted to Steve’s cunt like a magnet.

Steve rocked back once before stopping himself, trying to hold still. Eddie could feel him tremble against his mouth. He licked into him, kissing the soft lips in front of him. Steve’s hips moved again and this time Eddie moved with it. He kissed his cheeks and stroked his thighs.

“That’s it, baby, use my mouth how you want. I’m here for you.”

Hearing that, Steve’s head dropped to a pillow as he moved back and forth, letting Eddie tongue-fuck him. Part of him was afraid of breaking the man’s nose, but as the heat took control, he chased after his orgasm even faster. He cried as he came, arms collapsing under him and making him fall forward even more. 

Eddie kissed the small of his back, whispering something as his lips made a path up his spine, taking detours on where Steve was sure his moles lay. Eddie liked to do that. It wasn’t until Eddie was close to his neck that Steve could make out what he was muttering.

Mine mine mine

Before Eddie even got to his neck, placing an extra tender kiss to his bite, Steve knew he meant it. That Eddie wanted to keep him.

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Days after, they returned home, Shawn in tow from Robin’s. Spring Break was over and school restarted, all three of them ready for the home stretch until summer break. More of Eddie’s things had been moved from his apartment to the house and both Steve and Shawn made room for him. 

One Friday evening, Steve was in the middle of going over testing data at the kitchen table, sipping iced tea to keep his eyes from glazing over. Meanwhile, Eddie sat across from him, marking off an activity where the students had to color all the balloons that held words with the short “u” sound. He was keeping himself focused with a glass of orange juice.

Smiling to himself, Eddie paused in his grading after placing a smiley face sticker on one. “We’re not so different, you and I.”

Steve blinked from the glare of his laptop and looked down at Eddie’s work. He snickered, rubbing his eyes a little. “I know you’re joking. You were literally analyzing data yesterday.”

“Admittedly so”, Eddie said with a shrug. “But I feel like it’s easier to tell whether or not a kid can discern a plus or minus. I’m willing to bet middle school’s a tougher cookie.”

“It’s not easy in either grade to tell a parent why their kid is failing, or not doing as well as they hoped”, Steve said, capping his sentence with a yawn.

“Are any of yours…?”

Steve shook his head. “Not this year. It was touch and go that first quarter though. How about you?”

Eddie blew a long breath through pursed lips. And then he stared at the papers before him. And then he laid his head on them. Steve reached over and patted his head.

“That bad?”

Eddie’s words were muffled under his cover of hair. “I am going to drag these children to literacy but these parents are working against me.”

“Preaching to the choir”, Steve said.

With a sigh, he closed his laptop, calling it a night. When it got to a certain point, he knew to stop himself before he started making mistakes he’d just have to fix later. Shawn was already in bed, deep asleep and it was their turn. He had to convince Eddie to leave the rest for later but once he did, they were able to slumber together as mates. 

Most weekend mornings, they took it slow, all three of them relishing the fact that they didn’t have to rush out at the break of dawn. But this morning that peace was broken by someone pounding on the front door. Steve groaned, hoping it was a dream but knowing it wasn’t as it went on.

Eddie turned to face him, eyes still closed. “What are the chances it’s the Kool-Aid Man?”

With a snort, Steve slowly sat up. “He doesn’t knock.”

They both got up and left the bedroom. Steve felt he could take on anything with Eddie by his side. But on the way to the stairs, he saw Shawn poke his head out his door. There was someone who needed Eddie more right now.

“Stay with him”, Steve said, giving Eddie a kiss and heading down the stairs before he could retort.

Steve took a deep breath before opening the door to Billy. His hands were in his pockets, concealing them from Steve’s sight. His posture appeared relaxed but Steve knew all his tells. Tense jaw, foot rapping on the patio, and the most damning - the irritation in his eyes.

“Stop playing games with me.”

“I’m not the one playing around”, Steve said. “I’ve made it clear I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

Billy took a big step forward, pushing his way into the house and his nostrils flared. Steve’s heart thumped but he was prepared for this. He knew Billy would be able to smell Eddie all over the place. And Steve also knew that he would notice the bite almost immediately. He could tell when he did because Billy slammed the door and stomped over to him but stopped short when Steve held up his phone, finger hovering over the dial button, 911 already pressed in.

“You goddamn bitch omega slut. You were that desperate for a bite?”

“Either state your business or go. Don’t fuck with me anymore Billy, I’m ready to file a restraining order.”

Billy crossed his arms. “And what does Shawn think of that?”

“Stop using your son as some kind of shield. He doesn’t need a father who only pays attention to him when it’s convenient. Eddie and I have both talked to him about-”

“That’s a half-baked alpha if I’ve ever seen one”, Billy snorted. 

While Steve and Billy talked, Eddie remained upstairs with Shawn, door closed in case they started to yell. At first, he was at a loss of what to do. He had expected to be downstairs with Steve, ready to support him like that. But his mate was right to have him stay here. Shawn also looked lost and untethered. It broke Eddie’s heart, seeing the pup and seeing himself in him. 

Too young to really know what to do with themselves when their parents got into it. Eddie sat on the floor and Shawn followed.

“They’re not yelling yet. That’s good”, Shawn said in a voice that betrayed how he knew it was only a matter of time before they did.

Eddie wanted nothing more than to wrap him up and protect him from all the bad things in the world. “Hey, don’t tell any of the other kids, but you’re my favorite.”

Shawn snickered. “Yeah, you’re dating my dad.”

“True, but you were my favorite even before that. I knew you for like a whole month before I met him.” And there were quite a few students that he’d rather not get involved in their personal lives, even if their parents were hot and single. The Harringtons had been a perfect storm of coincidences. Eddie might’ve risked it all for Steve, but with Shawn it wasn’t a risk.

“So does every teacher have a favorite?”, Shawn asked.

“I can’t speak for everyone”, he said. The way Steve spoke about his current class, it was like he’d birthed all two dozen of them. Eddie definitely had classes like that before. He also had groups of kids where, bless their heart, he only had one or two that didn’t actively make him want to walk into traffic. Of course the kids were none the wiser.

“Don’t worry about being a teacher’s pet though”, Eddie said. “The right ones will like you, the wrong ones will go either way.”

Shawn pulled his knees up to his chest. “What if a teacher hates me?”

It was hard to imagine a professional being particularly hard on someone who hadn’t even reached double digits yet. But it could happen. And Eddie knew how brutal middle and high school could be. More than one teacher had written him off or outright tried to sabotage him. 

“If a teacher hates you, tell ‘em your dad is the superintendent and can fire them.”

“Superman-ten-dance?”, Shawn laughed at the funny new word. 

“They’ll know what it means”, Eddie said, knowing Shawn wasn’t the type to talk back to an adult anyway. At least for now. 

Shawn was smiling now, his scent more calm than it had been when Eddie came into his room. Downstairs the shouting had started, Billy raising his voice to a boom. Shawn’s eyes darted to the door.

“Hey”, Eddie said, getting his attention again. “It’s going to be okay, alright. He’s not gonna hurt you. I won’t let him.”

Shawn’s shoulders shook as his eyes got wet and Eddie realized this was the first time he had ever seen him cry. “What if he hurts my daddy?”

Eddie didn’t hesitate to pick him up, holding him close and tight in his arms. He couldn’t make any promises about what Billy would and wouldn’t do. Especially when the man was probably calling the dame of his only child horrible things downstairs. The only thing he could do was give Shawn a safe place to cry right now. And promise him again that he’d be there after. He could hear Steve yelling something now but couldn’t quite make out everything between the closed door and Shawn’s sniffles.

But then a cry was heard - Steve’s.

And what sounded like a body hitting the floor.

Eddie set Shawn down on his bed. “Stay here until me or your dad comes for you.”

He bounded down that stairs just in time to see Steve push himself off the floor, holding his face. His mate was hurt. His. Eddie went to him, helping him the rest of the way.

“What did he do to you, what happened?”

Steve was panting a little. “He…he tried to…”

“Give him what he wanted”, Billy said, mouth a little bloody.

That was when Eddie noticed them. Teeth marks, poorly made but there they were, on Steve’s shoulder. The intent was clear. And it made Eddie see red.

Part 18 FINAL

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I really really loved your DogDay fic (like a lot), so I thought I'd request a DogDay x player reader fic about the nightmares both of them would more than likely have when this is all over and they've escaped Playtime Co, and how they'd try to be there for each other when they happen.

Black curtains smothered their view. (Y/n)'s body was light. Someone must have carried them from the sweet warm hug of their mattress and into the shadowing atmosphere. Fabric rippled and swayed gently just barely beneath their falling figure, separating inches before contact... And so, falling past the waving curtains that faded harshly into cracking rubble.. Falling past the growing cracks swirling into light pink, stretching tubes and blue fuzzy ropes... Falling into hell's fiery, drifting red smoke through long, thin fingers that cursed away flesh... Elliot's voice welcomed them once again.

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DogDay x Reader Rippling Deja Vu (Part 1)

(WARNING: The following contains scenes of graphic body horror and mutilation)

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Wet spider webs caught them, like a Venus fly trap breaking the fall of a frightened butterfly with a torn wing. A chill ran down their spine, causing them to stir in their sleep, and soon, (Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open. Dim flickering light beamed down them, watching them. Cold goo kissed the back of their neck. They shuddered and pulled themselves up, dragging behind lines of webs connecting them to their new bed. It tugged, urging (Y/n) to fall back into its embrace, until the lines finally broke. They collapsed on freezing tile. When (Y/n) opened their eyes, the first thing they saw were the tattered clothes they wore on the day they entered the gates of hell: a dirty tank top torn at the side and thin jeans caked in dust and dried blood. Their eyes widened. "No...No no no no no....!"

Rapidly swatting off the remaining clinging webs, (Y/n)’s bottom collapsed onto the tiled floor. Their quick and heavy breaths rushed into the dusty cold air, flailing around in tiny clouds before fusing with the hallway’s stretching darkness. After finally casting off the last piece of the web, their hands suddenly went still, trembling in place, then clenching into fists a few times as if they were holding a Grabpack’s trigger.

(Y/n) looked up. Blinking light illuminated parts of the stretching shadow for brief seconds, beckoning them to let them light their way. But they couldn’t move — they wouldn’t dare move. As soon as they’d jump to their feet, something meant to lie still, something first made for play and learning and innocence that then would become a shell for screams and blood and torn flesh, would come after them and pull and dig and prod and eat at each breathing morsel they offered. (Y/n) sat still, very, very, very, very still. 

Then they got up. Their trembling body begging to stay safe under the only working light began to get pulled by marionette strings. (Y/n) started to choke on their cry for help and fought with every atom within them to stop moving, but the blackened jaws had already consumed them. And through all that desperate effort, a pathetic whimper only left their lips. 

GO BACK

RUN

HIDE

HELP

THE HOUR OF JOY

One, then four, then ten, then innumerable warnings laced in trauma appeared under the blinking lights. Blue and red and yellow overlapped with one another, shouting over each other, screaming at a once naive, curious fool. (Y/n)’s body didn’t listen, it just had to see what that gorgeous cherry red light was growing in the distance.

They attempted at another cry for help, but only another quiet muffle sang along with the factory’s distant curling cogs. First wiggling their fingers, then shooting their hands up to their face, (Y/n) felt for a mouth, a hint of lips or drool or just anything, but nothing. Just a blank (s/c) canvas of skin. Their throat erupted in shouts and wails, they even tried pulling at the canvas, and still nothing — the fool had become a shrieking tomb. 

The walls stopped moving, and they looked down to see their legs glued to the floor. 

And the ground began to roar.

Ripples and rumbles threw (Y/n) off their feet and forced them to watch the rear of the hallway. Flickering lights hinted to the devastation’s core; a flash of a human skull protruding from rising, cracking tile, a glimpse of light showing onto its growing body that melted from bone to a curling wet tongue rounding into a pink and blue twirling body, and that blinking, twirling body grew larger as its organs and bones stuck out and into darkened pink, stretching arms, weaving through a monstrous ribcage, tying together blue and purple fur and paws with ravaging whetted claws, growing and growing and growing against the cracking floor and screaming walls, growing and growing and growing and growing and growing

until it stopped.

And the human skull twisted, slowly rotating on its spinal column. Curling all the way around, blood rained from inside the splitting bone, emitting an appalling crackling echo as bits of it snapped off onto the ground. One of them hit the fool in the forehead. Finally, it stopped once completing its orbit.

It stared at (Y/n), and (Y/n) couldn’t help but stare back at it. Naked teeth and unblinking empty eye sockets, sloshing pulsating guts and creaking legs. They wanted to run, to hide, anything to stay as far away as that thing as possible. Its mouth opened, and its jaw stretched down and down and down toward the floor, bits of bone snapping and muscle from beneath bulging from the holes and stretching and stretching and its teeth reached to the ground and dug underneath the tile. 

It stopped. It winced. It pushed forward, claws scraping against the tile as its mouth excavated gathering tile, making the walls and ceiling screech such a deafening bawl. Faster it crawled, right down the hall, right towards (Y/n).

Right as glowing dots of life awoken in those empty sockets, they regained control of their body again. They scrambled onto their feet and bolted down the hallway. 

“A……?”

The hallway seemed to curl in on itself, but that didn’t stop them. (Y/n) so desperately wanted to cover their ears from that godforsaken screech but they couldn’t risk it. They just had to make their legs push faster, no matter how much they ached or cramped or were being sucked into the earth-

“..An…l….”

They were slowing down. Something of a thousand pounds became attached to their ankles and drove them into the melting floor. They yelped and fell right onto burning slosh, howling in pain and immediately yanking themselves up. Pained gasps and whines heaved from their lips, and they looked back to see the boiling floor had engulfed their legs, spreading up to their calf. (Y/n) spotted sections of their skin closer to its mouths peeling back to reveal bubbling muscle, before it all were to be swallowed. 

“....Angel…”

They tried hauling themselves up, but grew unsteady and fell back on the burning slosh. (Y/n) let out an agonizing cry as skin began to peel off from their arms. Smoke rose from their body, as if the spirits of their faded bits were already accepting the inevitable end. They peered over their shoulder — the creature was standing over them.

“.....Angel…!”

It dug up their body. (Y/n) violently flailed against its gasp, and through their tears they saw muscle plunging from their arms and legs and more of that thing’s hands wrapping around their tiny, weak, insignificant body, twirling around their waist and making them feel their spine slowly snap.

Agony, sweet deserving agony, topping with the fool’s suffering melody

“(Y/N)!” 

And they were back in their bed’s warm embrace. 

(Y/n)’s eyes snapped wide open, letting out a fresh, tearful waterfall streaming down their flushed cheeks. The first thing they saw in darkened solace were a vast, open, empty mouth and eyes that were scrunched up in blazing worry. But this uncanny face was that of familiarity, of warmth, of real joy; yet they couldn’t stop the quickened breaths.

“Angel, it’s okay, look at me, everything’s okay,” DogDay said, although by the tone of his voice, he was starting to panic as well. 

With trembling, non-melting arms, they cautiously hauled themselves up, and their breathing began to slow. Putting his giant paws against their back and on the side of their face, DogDay gently shushed them as his thumb stroked their wet cheek. 

“That’s it, just focus on breathing, you’re doing so well, angel…” With that giant smile as bright as the sun, his guiding whispers lit up the room. Before they knew it, the alerts for death rang silent and (Y/n)’s heart became steady. DogDay sat down on their bed and placed them on his lap, and for a few minutes, he held them close to his fuzzy, vanilla-scented chest. 

Then, (Y/n) spoke up in a hoarse voice: “I’m sorry.”

DogDay stopped petting their head for a second. “Now what are you apologizing for, angel?” he uttered in bewilderment. Words bubbled up inside their throat but they couldn’t bear to speak. He looked down and continued to stroke their shaking head and back. “Another dream about the factory, I take it?”

(Y/n) tensed up and nodded. His grip on them became tighter, but not too tight. 

At first, he didn’t know what to say. Decades of being trapped with nothing but tiny savaging predators taking joy in tearing off his skin little by little, day after day, left him blinded in miserable need. In rare moments of peace, he always dreamt about an angel descending from above and down in the hellish depths that once housed happiness, and blessing those worth saving with freedom. But not once did he see him reaching that freedom; in fact, he still wonders to this day what he did to deserve being one of the only survivors after failing so many so dear to him. And he despised it. 

The DogDay he was conditioned to never think about himself so much. He should always know what to say, especially now. His beloved angel had suffered through so much just like he did, and to make matters worse, they were apologizing for it. If anything, he should be the one…

…”I’m sorry too.”

“What?” (Y/n) gazed up at him. Even in the darkness, the light in their beautiful eyes beamed such radiant sacred life. Life that he swore to protect since that day.

“I-I’m… I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to witness and endure so much, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you when you saved me, I.. I’m sorry that you took in so much pain, I-! I…” DogDay took in a breath — ‘don’t cry, this isn’t about you.’ — “I…I’m sorry, angel. You’ve been through so much, and for our sakes… for my sake.”

He embraced them back into his chest, squeezing his eyes shut to fight back stubborn tears. “You have every right to be like this — to cry, to lash out, to get so, so scared — after everything that’s happened, you’re allowed to be this vulnerable more than anyone else.” 

They were so quiet. ‘Did I say the right thing? I didn’t make them upset, did I?”

But he did. Something inside (Y/n) cracked at last. Their chest tightened and pulsated and wallowed up, and something crawled up their throat that made them gasp for air and for more of him. They quickly wrapped their arms around DogDay’s torso and let out a shuddering wail as tears flowed freely down their cheeks and onto his chest. 

Feeling his heart hammer against the wet spot they buried their face in, he froze in place. Then his smile drained every ounce of uncertainty, and he held his angel once again. 

“That’s right, angel, let it all out. You’re safe right now,” he softly muttered to them, letting a tear fall from his eye, “and I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.”

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AND that’s it for right now! As with the last request, there’s a shorter word limit for posts that directly respond to Asks, so I’ll be cutting it off right here and will be posting a Part 2 soon! Sorry this took me a bit to release; new college quarter is starting and I've had a little bit of writer's block, but I have overcome it!! Thank you so much to @paragon-of-obsessed for requesting this, and extra thankies for liking my last DogDay fic! This was so much fun to write, and I can't wait to dive into the next part!

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[lostpai]

You know how Till's pants were covered in blood? There were only a few shots of his pants but it looked like 'soaked up' blood as opposed to a weird stylistic choice. Has anyone thought about 'how' that happened?

There are four proven facts. -> The span between "Round 6" and "Round 7" couldn't have been more than a few hours. -> Till would have had a quick costume change in-between rounds. -> Till was the last one left with Ivan after Round 6 ended. -> Vivinos always adds small details for a reason. The blood on his pants looks like smeared blood, as opposed to splatter. Could it simply be that after the music and lights cut after round 6 that Till fell on his knees to grieve Ivan?

But wait, as much as I'd love to believe this, Tills pants last round are black?? Not to mention free of any blood splatter. So unless Till grieved in Ivans pool of blood after a shower and a quick change of pants, I don't think it could have happened during Round 6 at all. Why is Till wearing bloodied pants? Did the aliens never clean up the blood? Did Till come on stage maybe for a quick rehearsal and find a puddle of Ivans blood and collapsed on his knees.

Then why do his pants looked bloodied from the cuffs up in several photos if he fell on his knees? They also appear rolled up. Humor me- I had a second theory that felt plausible but it was way too convoluted, because there were to many different inconsistencies. So don't take it out of context. It's quite funny. At first glance I almost wondered if Till was wearing Ivan's pants.

Simply because of the long hanging straps/strings and off white pants. Even ignoring the pattern on the close up of Ivan's pants, (one could say the images aren't zoomed in enough to see the detail). There are still weird purple threads on Till's pants. And even if you then go to say, the pants got fixed, Ivan's pants aren't baggy. Of course one could always say Till is thinner and smaller, so of course it would appear too big for him. But I cannot find the defining factor that is the pants satchel on Tills clothes. A close up of the standee puts the clothing detail into a different perspective.

So way too many inconsistencies. Super unlikely. Which brings me back to the original theory- Whose blood is that? Is that Ivan's blood?

tell me what happened to you Till...

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 25 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, ANGST, smut, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks for your patience with this one! I have the second half of this part in Elvis’ perspective to get a better grasp of what he was going through early on in the relationship. Especially after new revelations get brought up to reader…

I thought this second half blends in perfectly to part 8. I reread it and might insert this new part in between the first and second days of meeting each other. Or write more parts in his perspective I don’t know…🫣 But that’s how you can read it if you feel so inclined!

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

The sound of the door slamming rang in your ears like a dog whistle. It was painful and made you want to collapse to your knees. Not only did the sound hurt, but your heart also hurt. You felt it down to your bones how much pain Elvis felt when you were telling him how you were questioning his morals.

You quickly open the front door again in hopes of stopping him. He was getting on his motorcycle and putting the keys in the ignition. A couple of the guys were standing around with worried looks on their faces, unsure of where he was going. They look up to you for guidance, hoping you had an idea of what he was doing. You start to run to him and in a blink of an eye you were right in front of him. You were shocked to find that you were this fast. You grab onto Elvis’ wrist once more, hoping he will listen.

“Elvis please, tell me where you’re going,” you beg. He had his sunglasses on, shielding you from the cold stare he had.

“Please, let go of me, I have to go.” You do as he says and let go of his arm. He starts the bike and revs the engine, making you jump at the sound. He pulls the throttle and speeds down the driveway. The front gates open and you watch as Elvis leaves your view, the breath getting sucked from your lungs.

The guys stand there motionless, not knowing what to do or say to you. You feel their eyes judging you, waiting for you to say something.

“Would you stop staring at me,” you snap at them. They all advert their eyes somewhere else, not wanting to upset you more.

There was this pit in your stomach that was filled with emptiness and despair. You did feel horrible for fighting with Elvis. The few times you two got into arguments, it felt awful, and didn’t like seeing him so upset. But this fight was different, you were married now, bonded vampires that were supposed to love each other til the end of time. You’ve barely been awake for twenty-four hours and managed to piss off your husband so bad he’s running away from you.

Great.

You step closer to Jerry and sigh.

“How much did you guys hear?” You ask. He pauses, unsure how to answer you without pissing you off more.

“We heard enough…” he says softly. You wince, not liking that you had an audience for your fight.

“Was it that bad?” You ask in a hushed tone.

He doesn’t look at you, he just keeps looking forward and nervously bites the inside of his cheek.

“Well… it was rough, let’s just say that much,” he responds.

You grumble at the confession. It didn’t take much for you to feel bad about the whole thing but hearing from another person is tough to handle.

“Fuck,” you mutter, turning to go back inside the house. You go to sit on the couch and put your face in your hands. You felt like you were on the brink of having an emotional breakdown. Everything felt cold and barren here without Elvis.

The front door opens again and you feel Jerry sit next to you. You don’t want to look at him, knowing you’re going to instantly cry. You both sit there in silence, not sure exactly what to say.

“You weren’t wrong though,” he says gently. You take a deep breath and look over at him.

“It wasn't easy to hear, but he needed to understand how you felt,” he continues.

“Yeah, I know,” you mumble.

“But he wasn’t wrong either.” He says low.

You shoot him a look of surprise and he looks away out of fear.

“I get it, I know he’s completely different from when I first met him. But he wasn’t listening to me at all! Wasn’t trying to meet in the middle.” You say frustrated.

He nods his head, “I get why that’s frustrating. Elvis is stubborn as you know, he loves having it his way,” he snickers, “but I think you doubt how much he loves you.” He says truthfully. You have to pinch your hand to keep yourself from blowing up on him.

“I know he loves me,” you growl at him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really don’t think you do,” he says, trying to get you to listen.

“Are you kidding me right now? Of course I know my own husband loves me!” You hiss at him.

“Y/n just hear me out, okay? Did he tell you how much he wanted you around when he first met you?”

You take a second to regroup yourself and you reposition yourself on the couch to look at him more head-on.

“I don’t know what you mean… he told me how much he wanted me after tasting my blood for the first time, is that what you mean?” You ask a little confused.

“No before that. He laid his eyes on you and thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. You walked in that room and completely changed his life,” he explains.

Hearing that made your heart soar. You didn’t know that he felt like that so early on.

“I didn’t know that… when did he tell you this?” You squeak out.

“Well, after your first day and the incident,” he puts lightly, “he came back and he looked different, like he thought about his whole life differently. I asked him what was wrong and he wouldn’t answer me right away, he was too deep in thought. Then he looked at me and his eyes were the clearest I’ve ever seen. He told me he’s never felt like that before… that he thought he loved you.”

“I thought he was absolutely crazy for saying sucha thing. He had just met you. But I didn’t say a word, knowing how much it would piss him off if I questioned his feelings for you… I know now that he was absolutely right. I’m the one that feels crazy for questioning it.” He says embarrassed.

More tears rolled down your cheeks, feeling overwhelmed by it all. You hate that you argued over something so petty with him. You felt so blind that you didn’t see or even questioned how much Elvis loved you. Your love ran deep from the second you walked into that room. Your bond tied you to each other instantly and he knew it, he was just scared you didn’t feel the same.

You wipe some of your tears and look back at Jerry.

“I’m an idiot… I always hurt him and question his feelings for me. I’ve been so blind,” you weep into your hands.

“No that’s not true. You were human, your senses don’t work like they do now. It wasn’t as obvious for you as it was for him. Don’t be too hard on yourself y/n,” he tries to explain. No amount of reassurance could make you feel better about this. You needed to make this right with him.

“I knew he felt strongly for me early on, I just had no idea how much… God, I need to apologize to him,” you cry.

“It’s going to be okay, you both just need some space to think clearly,” he says.

“He didn’t tell you guys where he was going? Not even a clue?” You push.

Jerry shakes his head and looks at you sorrowfully.

“No, I’m sorry. He just told us to go get his bike. He was pretty upset and would have probably bitten our heads off if we kept him waiting,” he says stiffly.

You couldn’t help but panic a little. No one knew where he was going or when he was coming back. Jerry sees how upset you are and doesn’t exactly know what to say.

“He might be out there looking for someone…” he says gently. You don’t understand what he’s talking about, Elvis didn’t mention anything like this to you.

“Who exactly?” You ask.

“Ever since he bit you and you didn’t exactly change right away, he was a nervous wreck. He had no idea what had happened or if you were going to wake up. He thought he had almost killed you,” he says regretfully.

“He kicked us all out of the hotel and told us to go back home and start looking for answers. Any sort of sign that you’d be okay or any lore that might explain what’s happening to you. He also didn’t want us around you at all. He was already possessive around you enough when you were human but he wouldn’t let us near the bedroom. I’ve never seen him so scared and rattled.” He sighs.

Your heart cries for Elvis, you wish you could have comforted him in some way.

“So you guys came back here? Did you find any answers?” You ask intrigued.

“No, not exactly… we were trying to find older vampires that may have heard about this kind of thing. Or better yet, we hoped to find another Chosen pair.”

You feel your heart flutter at the thought. It would be incredible to find other Chosen vampires and have them explain to you both what it’s like. Explain to you your abilities and how they work.

You grab Jerry’s wrist in excitement and have his full attention on you.

“Well, did you find any?!” You ask excitedly.

He looks down at your hand around his wrist and tries to move.

“Umm, y/n, you’re hurting me,” he grunts. You instantly let go of him and feel bad.

“Shit I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you say panicked.

“No, it’s okay. Elvis might kill me that I have your scent on me but it’s fine, I’ll live,” he teases, rubbing his red wrist.

“Stop don’t joke like that!” You laugh, “I won’t let him do anything to you don’t worry. But seriously, what happened? Did you find anyone?” You continue.

“The thing about old vampires, is they don’t like to be seen. They either don’t like the modern world or they’re too stubborn to leave their house. A lot like how Elvis was in Vegas. He wouldn’t ever leave before you came around. He was too afraid he’d go on a feeding spree,” he jokes. It didn’t feel like a joke to you though, he was unpredictable over there, and he might have done just that.

He watches how that thought makes you nervous and tries to distract you by talking about something else.

“So to answer your question, no, we haven’t found anyone that can give us answers. I’m sorry y/n. I wish we could help you guys figure this all out and understand what happened to you, but we have no idea. I have a feeling that’s where Elvis went. He’s looking for answers. I’m sure he wants to know what you guys need as far as blood. But most importantly, he needs to know what happened to you. Why you didn’t wake up after he bit you,” he presses.

You both sit there in silence for a while, unsure of what to say next. You had no answers and without Elvis here, it didn’t seem like you were going to get any.

Jerry stands up and starts to walk away, “I’ll leave you alone… you’ve had a busy first day as a vampire,” he says low.

Shit, he’s right, you’ve barely been up for a day and so much has happened and you’ve learned so much.

You continue to sit there, unsure of what to do. You glance at the clock and it reads 2:30 am. It dawns on you that you weren’t tired. You were wide awake and had no idea what to do to occupy your time now.

You felt your head swirl with a million thoughts. There was so much you wanted to say to Elvis. You needed to apologize for how blind you’ve been and how regretful you are for saying those awful things. He changed and you couldn’t hold what he did in the past over him. You can’t imagine how scary it was for him to bite you and watch you lay there motionless for days yet again.

You didn’t want to be seen by anyone and wanted to hide from everyone after they heard your fight with Elvis. Making your way up the stairs, you open the door to the bedroom and close it softly. You let out a deep sigh when you turn around and see the bedroom dark and barren.

This wasn’t how you pictured yourself on your first day as a vampire. You wanted everything to be alright and have him by your side. You walk over to the bed and sit on the corner of it. It felt cold and uninviting. All you could see was you two lying in the middle of the bed holding each other, whispering tender words to each other. But that was a cruel daydream that wasn’t going to be happening any time soon.

*

The First Day with You, After the Incident

Elvis silently curses at himself, ticked off he treated you like such an asshole. If he had some control, maybe he could have had a normal conversation with you and not scared you off so easily. Your scent still swirled in his head and made his mouth continue to water. He had a hard choice to make. Either follow you home or go back upstairs and try to forget how you tasted. He knew both options were going to be torture to him and he didn’t like either option.

Sulking back upstairs from the parking garage, all he could think of was you. How you looked, how you said his name, how your blood spilled down his arm like sweet honey. The closer he gets to the penthouse, the more fragrant your scent becomes. He starts to walk through the hallway and he looks at his men standing there with their red eyes glowing. Hungry.

It pissed Elvis off seeing them lusting after your blood. It didn’t make sense why he felt so strongly about shielding you from them but he hated that they were starving to have a taste of you. He pins one of them to the wall and quickly gets in their face.

“You better not be thinkin’ of feeding off her,” he seethes, “you won’t lay a finger on her you understand,” he barks at him. He quickly nods his head and looks away from Elvis. Elvis gives him another shove for good measure and quickly goes into the suite, slamming the door harshly.

He lets out a sigh when he’s once again wrapped in your essence. How could one human be so luring to him? He didn’t understand what made you so different from all the rest. Never had he experienced the immediate pull to a human quite like you. Sure, most people’s scents drew him closer to them as he wanted to feed from them, but you were so much different. Just the way your heart sounded to him was the most captivating sound he’d heard in a long time. The way it fluttered and faltered when he talked to you, he wanted to talk to you for hours to just get to hear it beat for him.

He goes to sit on the piano bench and regains some focus. But it was no use, all he wanted was you. Flashing images of your captivating eyes make him feel like a weak puddle. Oh, how he wished he could stare into your eyes longer. See what’s underneath those oceanic pools and swim in them. He huffs quietly, frustrated he could feel like this in a matter of minutes for you. He wanted you back here now, but you were much too frazzled to be around him.

A knock on the door shakes him from his daydream and looks up to see who it is.

“Yeah?!” He yells.

The door cracks open and Jerry peeks his head in.

“Are you okay-,” he starts to ask but the aroma of your blood is almost too much for him. He holds his breath as he waits for Elvis to answer.

“No, not really,” Elvis grumbles.

“Is there something we can do, or?” He asks carefully, knowing Elvis is not in the best of moods.

Elvis nervously wipes his palms on the tops of his thighs. He doesn’t exactly know what to say or try to explain how he feels.

“I don’t know… I don’t know what to do man. That woman… I can’t stop thinkin’ about her,” he admits.

“Are you sure you want her around after today?” He says carefully. Elvis glares daggers at him and that one look is all Jerry needs to shut up quickly.

Elvis stands up and straightens out his shirt, “she’ll be back up here tomorrow, you better call her,” he instructs. He goes to the window and looks out at the city below him, the streets crawling with life. He wonders where you live if you live close or further out of town. It would probably be easy to find where you live, your scent is something he could never forget and could easily find you. But not tonight, his mind was too all over the place to be so close to you again.

He turns back around and takes a deep breath in before speaking.

“I don’t know how but… I’m totally captivated by her. I don’t understand why I feel like this. One second I wanted to suck her dry and the next I just wanted to…” he pauses, searching for the right words, but he knew the exact one he felt, “love her. I just want to love her. She’s so perfect and beautiful, I love her,” he proclaims.

Jerry remains quiet, not wanting to tick him off more by his own personal feelings about the matter. Elvis tries to rationalize that he might feel this way because of tasting your blood but he’s never felt like this for any human. No one’s come close to the feelings he has for you. It scared him a little to be quite frank.

He needed to calm down and think rationally, a lot happened and he couldn’t just jump to the conclusion that he loved you the second he saw you. Those kinds of things don’t happen in real life. Those are things that happen in fairytales and his life was no fairytale.

Or could it turn into one with you in it?

Stop, you idiot, that’s not happening, he scolds himself.

Elvis goes to sit down on the sofa and contemplates what exactly he should do til you arrive tomorrow. It felt like such a long time to him until he was going to see your face again. Jerry doesn’t exactly know what to say and starts to leave the room. Before he closes the door, he turns back around to speak, “Forgive me, but were you still… hungry? There’s someone downstairs that we can have up here for you,” he informs Elvis.

Elvis sighs and nods his head. Maybe he just needed a distraction, something to take his mind off of you.

“Sure, maybe I’m too starved to think clearly. Send her up whenever,” Elvis says flatly. He goes to change his clothes to get your scent off of him. But who was he kidding, that’s not happening, he only wanted more. He changes anyway into a new button-up shirt and slacks and looks over himself in the mirror. His eyes were extra vibrant and not so dull looking. It surprised him after having so little of your blood, it made him feel dramatically better.

He smooths the hair on the side of his head and tries to regroup himself.

She’s just a girl… that’s all.

Don’t be an idiot and fall head-first in love with her.

You’re just too starved, anyone would taste good to you, he thinks.

Lies, all lies.

An hour later, there’s a soft knock at the door. Elvis takes a deep breath and goes to answer the door. A short, cute brunette stands in front of him, ogling him the second she sees his face.

He smiles at her, finding her reaction to him cute. She was cute. Not beautiful like you but still attractive.

“Hi, darlin’,” he says smoothly. He hears her heart gallop away in her chest and he does like the sound of it. “Would you like to come in?” He asks her.

“Oh, yes,” she says softly. Elvis opens the door and steps aside so she can step inside. He leads her to the sofa and sits next to her.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” He asks, brushing her hair off her shoulders and exposing her neck to him more. She takes a sharp breath in before speaking, nerves rushing through her.

“Amy. I saw your show last night. You were amazing,” she gushes. He gives a small smile, grabbing her small, delicate hand in his.

“Thank you darlin’. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Did you have a favorite part?” He asks coyly. She giggles softly and hides her face from him.

“Oh all of it, but,” she blushes and stops when she feels him rubbing circles on the back of her hand. Her heart flutters more and he likes it, he wants to hear it get louder.

“But what darlin’?” Elvis asks her.

She takes a deep breath before speaking and looks at his hand on hers.

“But I didn’t get a kiss when you walked through the crowd. You walked right by me,” she says bluntly.

“Oh well I can fix that for you,” he coos.

Her heart hammers away in his ears as she nods her head and he leans in for the kiss. Her lips were soft and she sighed when she felt him kiss her. He didn’t necessarily hate it, it was nice to kiss someone who loved him already. He gives her another kiss as she wraps her arms around his neck. Her body screamed for him and the heat that came off of her was palpable. He put a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in more and she loved it. He didn’t feel the same though, he just wanted to bite her, make her forget about that part of the evening, and get her to leave. Elvis pulls away from her and she’s left breathless.

“Was that okay? Hope I didn’t disappoint you,” he says slyly. She looks up at him with big needy eyes, clutching onto his shirt tightly.

“Oh it was perfect, thank you,” she blushes. “Could I have another?” She asks.

“Sure honey. Did you want to stay here or go in the bedroom?” He says low. Her heart skips a beat, just like he thought it would.

“Oh, we could go to the bedroom,” she whispers.

Elvis gets up and leads her to the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. She sits on the edge of the bed, waiting expectantly for him. He steps in front of her, placing his hands on the tops of her thighs and rubbing softly there. He can feel the heat radiating off her body and the warmth of her core begging for him.

“Elvis?” She asks shyly. He looks over her, watching how the pulse in her neck rises.

Bite right there, his mind screams at him.

“What is it sweetheart,” he hums, tracing the side of her neck softly with the back of his finger.

“Touch me,” she whimpers. He places a kiss on her cheek and slowly raises her dress higher, exposing her naked core to him. He’s a little shocked, not expecting her to be so blunt.

“You are quite a bad girl aren’t ya?” He teases.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she retorts, opening her legs more for him to get closer to her. He hears her heartbeat rises quickly and all he can do is get closer to her neck, wanting to take a big bite there. The scent of her blood smelled appetizing and he placed kisses in the crook of her neck. She moans when she feels his lips on her.

An image of you flashes in his mind the more he nips and teases this girl.

Oh fuck.

Those beautiful eyes of yours take over his thoughts and how pretty they would look if they were the ones looking up at him right now. Damn, he wanted you here, he knew this girl was just a distraction but it wasn’t working. He wanted to taste you again, see what it would be like to taste your blood fresh from your neck. He groans at the idea and keeps nipping at the girl’s neck.

She starts getting restless as Elvis is so laser-focused on her neck.

“Elvis please,” she begs.

“Fuck, y/n,” he growls.

She freezes, “that’s not my name,” she grumbles.

“Sorry, give me a second honey,” he grumbles, trying to refocus on her scent and not yours.

She pulls him closer and rubs his soft length, trying to tease him. She’s a little surprised he’s not physically aroused as she pulls her neck away from him.

“Are you okay? Do you want me?” She asks slightly annoyed.

No, I don’t, he thinks flatly.

I want y/n. I want her all to myself and feed on that beautiful, beckoning body of hers…

Fuck, stop! You can’t have her! She’s too innocent to ruin her like that, he thinks. Just feed off of this girl and get over y/n.

He looks back at Amy and gives her a cute smile.

“Of course I do, I just wanna tease you a little more,” he coos, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. She smiles at that thought and goes back to touching him. He tries to get himself to focus on how she feels in his hands. Her skin was soft and supple around her hips. She liked it when he squeezed her tighter and started to nip at her neck. He feels her hands go to unbutton his pants and he grunts when he feels her hand wrap around his length.

Another image of your hand flashes in his head and his hips involuntarily buck into her hand.

“Fuck,” he groans.

Jesus, focus. Focus on anything but y/n jerking your cock in her hand, he thinks frustratedly.

It doesn’t work. All he wants is you.

She groans when she watches him get hard in her hand. His mind keeps going back to you time and time again. Wishing you were the one making him hard and wanting more. It’s terrible, he shouldn’t be thinking like this but you’ve got a hold on him it seems. All he can do is try to focus on her rising heartbeat and the way he can smell her blood coursing through her veins. He could feel his eyes start to shift, his blood lust overtaking his coherent thoughts. He lays her back on the bed, making sure she can’t see his changing eyes. He teases her entrance, rubbing his tip through her folds. She moans loudly, clutching onto his arms tightly. He quickly goes back to nipping her neck, feeling his fangs start to descend.

Bite her, now.

He grunts quietly and slides in a few inches of his cock inside her. She groans louder and squirms underneath him.

“Fuck Elvis. You feel so damn good,” she whimpers.

“Mhmm baby,” he grumbles, sucking her neck, getting that spot ready to sink his teeth into.

He swivels his hips into her more as he keeps his eyes closed, trying to not scare her by the state of his eyes. But this is an awful idea, all he sees is your face and your pleading eyes.

“Fuck, y/n,” Elvis grunts.

Oh God, this isn’t good. He can’t get you off his mind to save his life.

“What?” She asks confused.

“Oh baby nothing,” he coos, but extremely frustrated at himself.

He can’t hold on anymore and sinks his teeth into her neck. She lets out a loud scream, the pain of his fangs branding into her neck. Elvis starts to suck the blood out of her greedily, swallowing mouthfuls and ready to feel his energy start to rise. But this was different, he didn’t feel that much better than before. In fact, he didn’t want to feed anymore because all he could do was compare how you tasted to her.

A little panic sets in.

Oh God, what is happening to me? How can I crave one little human’s blood this much that it ruins all others for me? I just met her, she means nothing to me…

He carefully takes his fangs out of her and tries to get his appearance back to a normal human state. It was difficult at first, the smell of you lingered in his head and his imagination was running wild which did not help at all. Once he regained focus and control of his fangs to disappear, he looked back at Amy, mortified with what she had seen.

“What did you-,” she starts to say mortified but Elvis cuts her off, knowing he needs to get her to forget that part.

“Nothing honey. I didn’t bite you, you didn’t feel any pain, you won’t remember that part,” he compels. She takes a sharp breath and he watches as the memory fades from her eyes.

He spreads her legs wider, thrusting in and out of her faster and making her feel a wave of intense pleasure. She moans loudly, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

“That’s right baby, take my cock like that. Makes you feel so good hmm?” He asks. She gasps for air, writhing underneath him.

“Yes, Elvis, oh my god,” she groans.

He was still too frazzled that he didn’t like feeding tonight. He’s never felt like this since he was always so hungry. He couldn’t fuck this girl anymore, he couldn’t care to keep up this charade.

He glides his hand down her body and finds her swollen bud. He rubs it in concentrated circles and it makes her buck her hips off the bed.

“I want you to come for me,” he tells her, edging her closer and closer to release. It doesn’t take long until she’s screaming his name and her walls are squeezing around his cock. It wasn’t anything mind-blowing to Elvis, his mind was on you and nothing else. He didn’t enjoy sex the same as humans. There was a time when he could enjoy it but tonight was not the night. He was done with entertaining this girl and just wanted some peace and quiet to figure out what was going on with him.

He pulled out of her gently, pulling down her dress and bending down to pull up his own pants. She sits up a little dazed and confused when she watches him stuff his hard cock back into his pants.

“Did you not like it?” She asks a little hurt.

He goes to place a soft kiss on her cheek and smiles when he looks back at her. Convincing as ever.

“Of course I did. I loved every second of it,” he coos.

Fucking liar.

She believed him and grinned sweetly at him.

“Oh good I’m glad. I’m here for a few more days if you ever want to spend some more time together,” she says flirtatiously.

I’d rather never see you again, he thinks.

“That would be wonderful darlin’,” he says with a smile. “Thank you for stopping by. I do need to get ready for my show now,” he says gently. She was understanding and started to get up off the bed.

Elvis leads her out to the front door and gives her one last kiss before she leaves, smiling sweetly. Once she turns her back, his smile fades and he closes the door.

He doesn’t know whether to panic or not over this whole situation. How could he have had so little of your blood and yet he was so fulfilled? Why couldn't he compel you either? Was he that weak?

It was terrifying for him in a way. All blood was the same to him, not one was better than the next. As long as it came from someone’s warm neck, he was fine. But now, you’ve changed everything. It scared him, but he knew he wouldn’t be the same from this point forward.

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[bellysoupset]

Just a short piece to close off Wendy's very long week at Doveport

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"Under your ton-Eaah!" Wendy squealed as Vince collapsed on the bed face first and took her down with him by wrapping one of his huge arms around her waist. She tossed around until she managed to get the hair out of her eyes and turned on her side, rubbing a hand up Vince's naked back.

It was about twelve hours after the bug had hit him and he clearly still felt like crap, although his stomach had ceased rejecting everything he had ever eaten. Maybe it was just empty. His hair was wet from the shower and Wendy wrinkled her nose in distaste, since she had given him very clear instructions to not wash his head.

"You stubborn prick," she whispered darkly, before squeezing his shoulder gently. He let out a groan, muffled by the pillow and Wendy moved on the bed until she was straddling him, for all purposes sitting on his butt as she started to massage his shoulders.

Vince let out an appreciative noise and lifted up his head just enough so he could press his cheek to the pillow instead of his nose, hugging it to give her better access, "this feels really nice..."

"Yeah?" Wendy leaned forward, so she could touch his cheeks and forehead with the back of her hand, "you're still warm."

"I took a shower," he argued weakly and she rolled her eyes.

"Warmer than that," she pushed her thumbs against a tension nodule, causing him to groan as she worked it away, "do you think you're ready to face some soup?"

"Oh no, not the mighty soup," he teased at her wording, letting out a relieved sigh as the tension nodule dissipated. His cheeks were so red, it looked like he had been drinking wine, and Wendy let her intrusive thoughts win, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He let out a huff, opening a small smile, eyes still closed and she trailed her kisses down his naked back, between his shoulder blades and along the valley between his muscles, as far as she could reach without having to dismount him, "I love you so much," Wendy said strongly, then got up from the bed, "I'm going to get you some soup."

"Uhm," Vince turned on the bed so he was facing up, a little grimace on, "I don't know, Wen..."

"Just try it, okay?" She bargained, walking to the fridge, that was packed full with all the gnocchi and 2 different flavors of soup that his mom had forced on them, "just a couple spoonful's and we'll call it a win."

"Alright," Vince groaned like an old man as he pushed himself sitting up, stretching until he nearly touched his toes and then curling up against the headboard as Wendy heated up the soup in the microwave. She leaned against the sink, checking her texts—too many to count, she'd need to answer everyone in the morning —then blushed as she realized he was staring at her.

"What?"

"Sophia was just three when we moved here," he said, and it was so incredibly out of the blue that Wendy frowned, stunned into silence and wondering just how high his fever actually was, "I was ten. She was my baby. We came because dad got an offer from a small clinic here, so a work visa, but in all truth, his job was not enough to feed a household of two, let alone of four..."

Behind her the microwave beeped and Wendy jumped, "shit- Hold that thought, honey," she fumbled with the plastic container, pouring it in a small ceramic bowl and sticking a spoon in, before going back to the bed, "alright, just a spoonful, okay? Then we'll see how it sits."

With a queasy grimace on, he took the bowl and stirred it, before swallowing the bite she was bargaining for. Wendy stared at him in anticipation, watching as he gulped down twice after swallowing, the blew out a small airy burp.

"Staying down?" She asked happily and Vince nodded.

"I can't eat much more," he stirred the soup again, looking disgusted and Wendy squeezed his thigh.

"Just a couple more," she asked, then in order to distract him, "you were telling me about when you guys moved here. How did you get by if Giuseppe's job wasn't enough?"

Vince drained another spoonful, "mom," he moved the spoon around as if poking his food, "she started selling food and I think... I think in six months our kitchen became a full operation. I used to help her prepare it, help her sell it..." he drank another spoonful, "and when I wasn't doing that, I was keeping Soph busy and out of her hair."

"That's a lot of responsibility for a kid," Wendy frowned, draping herself sideways over his lap, elbow on the mattress and over his legs, supporting her head. Vince shrugged, bringing the spoon to his lips again, before grimacing and lowering it back down.

Wendy rubbed his naked thigh, since he was just in boxers, "don't force it, take your time."

He nodded, lowering the bowl and breathing out slowly through the queasiness, "I didn't mind it. I wanted to help and Sophia... She followed me around like my little shadow. I don't remember life before I was her big brother..." he raised the spoon back again and swallowed another bite, before gagging suddenly.

Wendy was up in a flash, taking the bowl from him, while Vince threw his legs over the edge of the bed, ready to bolt for the bathroom. She heard him swallow it down, burping softly, then gag once more...

He gingerly settled back down and Wendy abandoned the almost full bowl inside the sink, walking back to the bed and pouting at his sad frown, "hey... Those were four more than one," she crawled on the bed, pushing his curls back and cupping his cheeks, "counting our wins, eh?"

"I don't deserve you," Vince pouted and Wen rolled her eyes, her face aflame.

"Shut up," she moved back to the previous position, "you were telling me how Sophia was your mini me...?"

His pout cleared up at the thought, "she'll deny it to death nowadays," Vince slid down on the bed slightly, then grabbed Wendy's hand, kissing every single fingertip and resting it on his stomach, with his over hers. She could feel the angry burbling inside, his body trying to decide if it was more ravenous or sick, "but we still have all the DVDs of her following me like a freaking imprinted duck. Parroting every word I said, letting me pick her clothes..." he smiled at that, "she looked so cute."

"I need to see what a ten year old boy dressed his baby sister as," Wendy grinned, moving her hand around in a lazy belly rub. His stomach was flat now, although still just as squishy as always and Wendy fought the urge to bite him, "I know you love them, Vin. Why you want to be close to them... You don't have to justify it to me-"

"Prom is in April," Vince cut her off, bringing a hand up and muffling a small burp, "no school in Welton is going to hire me before the new school year, and I wanna be here for her graduation..."

"Okay," Wendy frowned, fighting the little spark of hope that insisted on showing its ugly head, "but after graduation...?"

"I wanna move back. If you'll have me-" he never quite finished his words, since Wen was launching herself over him before they were even out of his mouth. She kissed him, flu be damned, pressing her forehead to his.

"If you'll have me," she mocked his voice, bumping her nose with his, a smile so big it was hurting her cheeks, "I want nothing more, Vince, are you kidding me?"

"I know it's far away still-" he said, but Wendy interrupted him with a headshake, kissing him again.

"It's perfect. As long as that's what you want..." Wendy paused and Vince rolled his eyes, pushing a hair away from her eyes.

"That's what I want," he said seriously, then his face wrinkled up with a smile, "and if you don't get off me, I'm gonna be sick."

It took Wendy a second to realize she was lying on top of him and she blushed, scrambling away and falling on her side, "sorry," she stayed close though, hiding her head in the crook of his neck and draping an arm over his naked chest, "I'm so excited to have you back."

Vince chuckled, pulling her closer and leaning in to whisper in her ear, "I love you."

[foolish-clown]

Stolen Moments

A/N: Okay so I know that I've been neglecting my requests for a while now, but the problem I have is that I can't pick and choose what I want to write, otherwise I will get nothing done.

I will get to them... eventually, but there is a reason as to why I never schedule things ;-;

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Even with the sweat dripping from your skin, strands of hair clinging to your forehead, she would look at you like you were the most beautiful thing on this world. You were never meant to fall in love, especially not this hard or fast, but all it took was for Yoo Karina to catch your eye and it all came crumbling down.

Idol!Karina x Backup-Dancer!Reader

One, two, three, four.

Each clap felt like a tug at your muscles -- limbs flexing, extending, and twirling with such ease.

Hours spent grueling over each movement, every maneuver, meant that you didn’t even have to think about it anymore. Your body simply knew what was to come next, twisting into the correct position without a second thought.

It felt exhilarating when everything came together, when all of the hard work everyone had put in brought forth the fruits of their labor.

You hadn’t expected to enjoy this job so much when you first signed up, but now you can’t imagine doing anything else.

And it helps that you got along with everyone, at least to some degree.

Some more than others.

Once the signal for a break had been called you rushed over to your water bottle -- thankfully still somewhat chilled, and took a few large gulps before placing the side of it against your neck.

You couldn’t stop the relieved sigh as you did so, leaning your back against the wall and sliding down until your butt makes a painful thud against the hard flooring.

Giggles resonate within the room, and you hum in amusement when Winter’s high-pitched whine echoes shortly after.

You flicker your eyes toward the commotion, watching as the four idols in the room fill the space with playful jabs and inside jokes; some of which you know the context of.

The smile that flickers against your features is innate, eyes curving alongside your lips as you observe the scene laid out before you. Laughter pulling at your chest when some of the other backup dancers join in with the intent to drag more reactions out of the short-haired woman.

She pulls another face, and it is almost enough to hold your focus before your attention is caught and held by another.

Karina eyes you from her position beside her friend, and you’re left swallowing the butterflies back into your stomach when her smile filters into something softer, something only you are privy to even in a room filled with others.  

Even with the ache in your limbs and the tiredness in your mind, if Karina had asked you to join her you would have. The desire to be close will always outweigh everything else.

She goes to open her mouth, and you wait patiently for her words, but someone is clapping their hands before anything more can be done.

Time to get back to work.

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Hours come and go, and by the end you can’t even hide the shake in your legs as you pack your things back into your bag.

Usually, you would have already taken a shower, washing away both the sweat and the ache, but the late hour against the clock has you wanting to go home and collapse onto the softness of your bed.

It doesn’t help that you are the last one to leave, every movement you make echoing within the empty room.

“You’re still here?”

The sudden voice has the muscles in your back jolting, unsteady legs causing you to fall backward as you snap your wide eyes to the door.

Karina’s eyes are filled with mirth at your blunder, and the hand she shoots to her mouth isn’t enough to muffle the laughs that erupt from her lips.

With a stuttered breath you place a hand against your chest, shooting her a look that held no malice, “you almost gave me a heart attack.”

She removes her hand away from her mouth at your words, but the smile on her face does little to calm your over-excited heart.

Her footsteps seem muffled as she approaches, reaching a hand out for you once she’s close enough. “Are you saying that I don’t make your heart race anyway?”

A scoff tears itself past your lips in a futile attempt to diverge attention from the blush on your cheeks, but the knowing look in her eyes calls out your bluff with relative ease.

Still, you’re glad that she is here, because having a comeback means time together away from work are few and fleeting.

You allow her to get you up from the floor, but the moment you’re back standing your hands are on her shoulders to help you stabilize – it would seem the muscles in your legs have already fallen into slumber when you had fallen over.

Her grip falls to your sides when she notices your struggle, and you fail to notice the concern in her eyes since your gaze has dropped to the floor.

“You okay?”

Her words are comforting when they wash over you, and you give yourself another moment until answering.

“Yeah,” you whisper out, only just remembering how tired you actually were, “yeah I’m good. Just need some rest.”

A shiver slithers up your spine when her thumbs unconsciously rub along your ribcage, and even though you no longer need her to keep you from falling you pull yourself closer to her warmth.

Her arms encircle your frame as you approach, and you groan out your fatigue into her shoulder.

The chuckle she presses against the side of your head is decisively wicked, her lips stretched into a smile before she places a tender kiss against your skin.

You don’t even consider it an overreaction when the thought of falling asleep right now flickers through your mind, but you know you’ll never get her on board with such a ludicrous idea.

“Come on,” she breathes out, and it’s almost as if she’s reading your mind when she adds, “you can’t fall asleep here, especially since there is a nice soft bed with your name on it.”

Another groan forces itself from somewhere deep, but you otherwise do as asked when you hesitantly pull away.

The smile on her lips is very reminiscent of the one she shot you earlier, but it is quickly robbed from your sight when she leans in, placing a delicate kiss against your forehead, both of your eyelids, your nose, before covering your own.

The kiss is short, but as with any you shared it still held enough impact over your heart and mind to be engraved into your memory for safekeeping.

“Now,” she grins, pulling away so she can take one of your hands instead, “let’s get you home.”