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[metukika]

wheres my post canon adult lost contact with old friends lowkey depressed teru at

[wlwoceaneyes]

Lipstick Service Part 2 // Cassian

pairing: emily prentiss x fem!bau!reader word count: 1390 k summary: It’s been a week since the mug incident, and Emily’s been teasing you ever since. Now, after a tough case, she calls you into her office. tag list: @cinnamongirlblogsworld A/N: Thanks for all the love on Part one <3 you totally made my week. Here's part two.

Part One

You can’t quite shake the feeling that Emily’s been teasing you ever since the mug incident, the way she’d taken a sip from the cup where your lipstick had left its mark, her eyes flickering with something unreadable just before she smiled. Since then, little moments have added up: a glance held a fraction too long, a subtle lick of her lips when she thought you weren’t watching, the slight tension in her hands whenever she gripped her glass a bit too tightly.

Emily now stands in front of the team, arms crossed, back straight. Her berry-colored blouse is slightly wrinkled, her black blazer buttoned up as if to hide that fact. Her silver hair glows dully under the ceiling lights, slightly disheveled, like she’d slept on the jet. But you know better. You’d been sitting across from her, watching the steady tap of her long fingers on her laptop keyboard keeping you wide awake. And maybe it wasn’t just the typing. Maybe it was the fleeting glances she kept stealing after catching you staring a little bit too long.

“Good work“, she says with a grateful nod to everyone.

You snap out of your thoughts with a shake of your head and focus on Emily’s knowing face. A ghost of a smile plays on her lips, but her eyes, dark and unreadable, hold something else entirely. Perhaps a secret, still tucked away behind her steady gaze, waiting to be uncovered.

“Only because we acted quickly were we able to apprehend the suspect and save other women from any harm.” Emily’s fingers tap once against her arm, her posture stiffening slightly before she shifts her gaze. She looks tired. You all do.

The sleepless days, the endless hours spent chasing this guy, it’s written all over her. And on you, too. Your body feels like it might fold in on itself, your eyelids heavy, your brain two steps behind. Emily hides it well, not like Luke, who lets out a deep yawn. Not like Tara, who’s slumped against her desk or Rossi, on his eighth cup of coffee, which honestly has you a little concerned. Too much caffeine can’t be good. JJ had gone home an hour ago, Will and the kids shouldn’t have to wait any longer. Emily’s orders.

“I know it’s not ideal,” she adds, and you groan. “But Bailey wants the reports on his desk by tomorrow morning.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Tara mutters, rubbing her face. “How many hours have we been awake again?”

Luke makes a face and sinks into his chair with a dramatic sigh.

“I’m sorry,” Emily says, her eyes flicking to yours. You don’t even have the strength to push back, sleepiness having a hold on you. “Orders from above. The sooner we finish, the sooner we go home. Let’s get to it.”

Tara straightens her shirt, moves quickly to her desk, unlocking her screen. You watch as Rossi drags himself up the stairs to his office, quietly closing the door behind him. Luke’s already typing, filling his report with details. And you? You’re still standing in the middle of the bullpen like your feet forgot how to move.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Concern flashes over Emily’s face, and for a brief second, her fingers brush your forearm. Warmth blooms beneath your skin, spreads to your cheeks.

“Yeah. Just tired,” you answer, fighting the blush, your gaze dropping to the floor just in case she sees it.

“Can I do anything for you?” she asks, her fingers trailing up from your arm to your shoulder, pressing gently. “Coffee? Something to eat?”

She’s always so careful with you. Always noticing, always offering, like she sees through you in ways no one else ever bothers to. You wish you knew what it meant, or if it meant anything at all.

“Sleep, maybe?” you blurt, before you lose the nerve. A smile tugs at the corner of Emily’s mouth as she steps a little closer. At once, you’re surrounded by her, her perfume rich and intimate: white gardenia and sandalwood. A scent your subconscious has already memorized.

“Who knows what you’d miss… if you went to sleep now,” she murmurs, her voice like velvet, laced with unspoken promises. When her eyes flick to your lips, your knees go weak.

You don’t trust your voice, so you clear your throat and glance around. “The upcoming paperwork, maybe?” you shoot back, raising a brow.

Emily lets out a soft laugh, amused, and turns to go. “Something like that,” she says, casting a look over her shoulder. “Get to work.”

You stumble back to your desk, limbs heavy, and drop into the chair. You stretch before unlocking your screen, eyes burning but blood rushing hot beneath your skin. Emily’s presence has rooted itself deep within you and refuses to let go. You’re exhausted, every part of you aching for sleep, but you don’t stop. Not yet. Not when she’s still in the room. So you focus, willing your hands to move, your brain to keep up, maybe it’s foolish, but some part of you still wants to impress her. Maybe always has.

Across the room, her heels strike the floor in that familiar, steady rhythm, until they don’t. Halfway to the exit, she stops. Her phone buzzes and she sighs quietly, but you catch it. “Bailey wants a short debrief. Of course, right now.” She runs a hand through her long hair, jaw tightening for just a second, irritation visible on her face.

Tara glances over the rim of her monitor, an apologetic expression on her face. “You just need some fresh makeup, Prentiss. You look tired.”

“Thanks, Tara,” Emily replies dryly, shrugging. “But my bag’s already in the car. This’ll have to do.”

Luke laughs quietly at the exchange and earns a pointed glare from your boss. There’s a beat of silence, then Emily turns, eyes locking on you.

“You always have some makeup in your drawer, don’t you, Y/N?” The question sends a shiver down your spine, her tone low and demanding.  She doesn’t wait for an answer, seconds later, she’s already heading toward her office, glancing back when you don’t immediately follow. “You coming?”

Puzzled, you grab your toiletry bag and follow her up the stairs. You don’t miss the knowing glances exchanged between Tara and Luke, or the way they try and fail to hide their smirks. Your heart pounds loudly in your ears, your hands feel clammy, but you take a deep breath and slip through the door.

Once the door clicks shut behind you, Emily leans back against her desk, arms crossed, studying you. “Your lipstick,” she begins, her tongue briefly darting over her lips, “matches my blouse perfectly. Don’t you think?”

Heat floods your face, and you know she sees it. You know she does, but doesn’t comment on it. “Want me to lend it to you? It’s in my bag…” You reach down, rummaging with unsteady hands, but before you can find it, her hand closes gently around your wrist.

“I never said I wanted the one from your bag,” she murmurs, and you freeze.

Confused, you look at her and see a smile, playful and dangerous, dancing on her lips. She steps closer, raises her hand. Her fingers hover over your jaw, trace a slow path downward, then come to rest at your chin, holding it gently but firmly. “May I?” Her voice is soft, her head tilted slightly, eyes drinking you in, blown pupils, parted lips, and the ache of anticipation written all over your face. All you can do is nod, you’re not even breathing.

Emily Prentiss leans in, her eyes never leaving yours and when her lips finally meet yours, it’s slow, purposeful. Not demanding, just certain. And when she finally pulls away, your shade lingers on her lips. Cassian.

“Now I’m ready for Bailey,” she whispers, stepping back to smooth her hair.

You’re still standing there, stunned. The ghost of her touch still crackling on your skin. She throws you a satisfied smile, opens the door, and disappears down the hallway, heels clicking in sharp rhythm. She’s gone before you can speak and somehow, Bailey feels more like an afterthought than the reason she called you in.

Something passed between you, undeniable and deliberate. And now you are sure, this was never just a one-sided crush.

Part 3

[linoxpudding]

Breakup Pt. 2 - Lee Know

summary: three years after the break up, you meet him in a life threatening situation

pairing: lee know x reader

word count: 3018 words

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: mentions of accident, injury, unconsciousness, broken ribs, blood, emotional distress

a/n: wow my longest fic till date, based on the poll results, here is the second instalment of the breakup series

PART ONE

Masterlist

Felix Ver.

*images are taken from pinterest*

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Three years ago, you had no choice.

The threats, the hate messages, the constant barrage of cruel words—it had become unbearable. You had tried to endure it, for him, for yourself. But every day, you saw the pain in Minho’s eyes as he watched you crumble under the weight of their words.

He begged you to stay.

"I’ll leave the band. Just stay with me. I don’t care about anything else."

His words still haunted you.

But you knew he cared. You knew he loved his members, his career, his dream. He would have resented you one day. So you made the choice for both of you. You couldn’t let him do that. You couldn't be the reason he gave up his dream.

So, you walked away. And Minho let you go, even though it shattered him.

*******

Now, three years later. Your life had finally settled into something normal. No cameras following your every step. No hate comments flooding your notifications. No sleepless nights wondering how much longer you could take it before you finally broke.

But normal didn’t mean happy. Not when you still felt the emptiness he left behind. Not when your heart still ached for something—someone—you told yourself you had to let go. You had spent the last three years convincing yourself that leaving Lee Minho had been the right decision. That the loneliness was better than the suffocating pressure of being his.

That you had done what was best for both of you.

Then, you saw the news. And everything shattered.

"Breaking: Stray Kids’ Lee Know involved in a car accident—"

Your heart stopped.

Your chest caved in.

Your lungs forgot how to breathe.

Your stomach is twisting with nausea. 

No, no, no. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

You fumble to open Twitter, your breath coming in short gasps as you type in his name. And then you see it.

#GetWellSoonLeeKnow

#PrayForLeeKnow

#StayStrongMinho

Thousands—millions—of tweets flood your screen.

Videos of the accident scene. Reports of his injury. Photos of the ambulance.

Your vision blurs. Your hands go numb.

Hands trembling, you begin to open your contacts to type a message to a number you hadn’t texted in three years. As you opened the contact, your last conversation with Bang Chan appeared on the screen—

You: Tell Minho I’m sorry.

The last reply you had received from Chan was him pleading for you to reconsider, to give Minho another chance.

Now, with your heart pounding, you tapped on his contact and typed a desperate message.

You: Chan, please tell me he’s okay.

Seconds felt like hours before your phone vibrated.

Chan: Y/N… it’s bad. Really bad.

The blood in your veins turns ice cold. Your fingers shake as you type.

You: Is he—?

You can’t even finish the sentence. Your mind refuses to go there.

Chan: He’s alive.

You nearly collapse from relief. But then—

Chan: But it’s serious. Chan: He hasn’t woken up yet. You: Where is he? Chan: Seoul General Hospital.

And then you’re moving—grabbing your coat, your keys, your phone—your body acting on instinct, fueled by nothing but pure, suffocating terror.

You don’t remember getting in the car. You don’t remember the drive. All you know is that you need to get to him. Now. Before it’s too late.

*******

The hospital smelled like antiseptic and dread.

Your legs carried you through the hallways on autopilot, your heart hammering so loudly you could barely hear anything else.

“Y/N.” Chan softly called out.

You turned to see him standing near the waiting area, his face pale, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Your eyes skimmed over the familiar faces of people who had once been like family.

Stray Kids, his brothers, they were all there. Silent. Huddled together in quiet devastation.

“How—” Your voice cracked. “How bad is it?”

Chan exhaled slowly.

“He’s lost a lot of blood,” he took a shaky breath, “he has a head injury, a broken rib… a lot of bruises.”

Your knees nearly gave out.

Chan reached out instinctively, steadying you. You collapsed against him, sobbing into his shoulder.

“I c-can’t—” Your voice cracked. “Is he—”

“He’s a little stable,” Chan murmured, his hand soothing over your back. “But he hasn’t woken up.”

A fresh wave of grief crashed over you.

“Take me to him,” you whispered.

Chan pulled away, nodding, taking your hand gently.

“This way.”

And then you saw him.

Minho. The love of your life.

Lying in that hospital bed. Unmoving. Pale. His face was covered in cuts, a bandage wrapped around his head, wires and IVs connected to his body. Your breath hitched in your throat.

This wasn’t the Minho you remembered.

The Minho you knew was strong. Untouchable.

But this Minho?

This Minho was breaking you.

A sob escaped before you could stop it. And suddenly, you were at his bedside, reaching for his hand, clutching it tightly.

“Minho,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I’m here.”

No response. His fingers were cold. Too cold.

“Please,” you choked out, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Please wake up.”

Nothing. And the weight of everything—three years of distance, of heartbreak, of trying to live without him—crashed down on you all at once. You bowed your head, pressing your forehead against his hand.

Tears blurred your vision as you gently laced your fingers with his.

Chan exhaled softly behind you.

“I’ll give you some time.”

You barely registered him leaving, too focused on the unconscious man before you. Your thumb brushed over his knuckles, voice breaking, “I never stopped loving you.”

The words fell from your lips before you could stop them. You swallowed, the lump in your throat growing.

“I thought leaving was the right thing,” you whispered. “I thought I was protecting myself. But I was just running.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, “I should’ve fought for you.”

Silence. Only the soft hum of machines and the distant chatter of nurses. You closed your eyes, pressing a trembling kiss to the back of his hand. 

“Please wake up, Minho,” you pleaded, “I can’t—” your voice cracked. “I can’t lose you.”

“I was wrong,” you whispered. “I thought leaving was the only way to protect you.” A shuddering breath. “I thought I could live without you.”

You let out a broken sob. “But I can’t.” 

“So please,” your grip tightened. “come back to me.”

Silence.

*******

It has been almost three days.

You never left his side. Chan brought you food, Hyunjin made you go home to shower, but every time you returned, Minho was still unconscious.

You met Minho’s parents for the first time after the breakup. His mother gasped when she saw you, her eyes widening in shock before softening into something warm.

"Oh, Y/N…" she whispered. And then she hugged you.

You stiffened for a moment, unsure if you even deserved this, but the warmth of her embrace overwhelmed you.

"We never blamed you," she murmured. "We understood. We knew how hard it must have been for you." She pulled back slightly, brushing a tear from your cheek with a mother’s tenderness. "But we always loved you."

Your heart twisted. "I’m so sorry," you choked out.

She gave you a small, sad smile. "Don’t be."

Then, Minho’s father stepped forward, giving you a firm, fatherly side hug, a strong hand resting on your shoulder. "It’s good to see you again," he said simply.

You swallowed thickly.

You had expected resentment. Anger. But instead, all you found was understanding.

And for the first time in years, you wished—God, you wished—you had met them again under different circumstances.

Chan found you beside Minho on the second night, curled up in one of the chairs, staring at the floor and holding Minho’s hand. He sat beside you with a sigh, handing you a bottle of water.

“You look awful,” he muttered.

You let out a weak laugh. “Thanks.”

Chan leaned back, studying you. “You still love him.”

Your fingers tightened around the bottle.

“…I never stopped,” you admitted.

Chan exhaled through his nose, nodding slowly. “Then why did you leave?”

Your throat burned. “Because I thought it was the only way to keep him safe.”

Chan scoffed. “Safe from what? Loving you?”

You blinked up at him.

“You leaving didn’t protect him, Y/N. It destroyed him.” His voice was quiet but firm. “I’ve never seen Minho so broken. He never moved on. He never even tried.”

Chan continued, “Minho... he was wrecked when you left. He was angry, hurt, devastated—every possible thing. And the worst part? He never let himself hate you for it.”

You shut your eyes, a sharp pain twisting in your chest.

“He told me once,” Chan continued, his voice quieter now, “that he realized he was being selfish. That even though he wanted to chase after you, he knew he had to let you go. Because you needed peace. And he loved you too much to take that away.”

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes.

Chan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe it’s time you stop running.”

You swallowed hard, your heart beating faster.

Maybe it was.

*******

The next day, you were dozing off when it happened.

A soft shift. The rustle of sheets. A weak inhale.

Then—

“…Y/N?”

Your eyes flew open.

Minho’s gaze was hazy, unfocused, but he was awake. He was awake.

A sob escaped your lips as relief flooded through you. With trembling hands, you quickly pressed the call button, your voice shaky as you called out, “H-He’s awake!”

Within seconds, the door burst open, and a nurse rushed in, followed closely by a doctor.

“You’re awake, Mr. Lee,” the doctor said, his voice calm but urgent. He quickly moved to Minho’s side, shining a small light into his eyes, “Can you hear me?”

Minho blinked sluggishly. “…Yeah,” his voice was hoarse.

The doctor nodded in approval before checking his vitals. “Do you remember what happened?”

Minho was silent for a moment, his brows furrowing as he tried to recall. “Car accident…?”

“That’s right. You suffered a concussion and a fractured arm. Do you feel any dizziness or nausea?”

“A little,” Minho admitted, shifting slightly, only to wince when pain flared up in his side.

“Careful,” the doctor warned. “Your ribs are bruised, so try not to move too much.”

Minho exhaled slowly, nodding. “How long…?”

“You’ve been unconscious for three days,” the doctor answered, adjusting the IV drip. “Your condition has been stable, and waking up is a great sign. We’ll continue to monitor you, but for now, try to rest.”

The nurse made him drink some water.

Minho gave a weak nod, his gaze still sluggish. The doctor turned to you then, offering a small, knowing smile. “He’s lucky to have someone watching over him.” 

Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to nod. “Thank you, doctor.”

With a final check of the monitors, the doctor stepped out, leaving you and Minho alone again. 

Silence hung between you.

“…Why are you here?” His voice was rough, barely above a whisper. But it wasn’t just exhaustion that made it sound weak. It was hurt.

Your heart clenched.

“I—” You swallowed hard. “I saw the news. I had to come.”

His eyes scanned your face, searching. But this time, they weren’t hazy at all. They were filled with heartbreak.

“Three years,” he murmured. “It took three years and an accident for you to come back.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “I thought I was doing what was best for you.”

Minho exhaled shakily, looking away. “And did it work?”

Your breath hitched.

“No,” you admitted. “It was hell.”

Silence stretched between you. Then you softly said, "I still love you."

His head snapped towards you. Tears slipped down your cheeks. “I never stopped, Minho.”

His chest rose and fell unevenly. His eyes glistened, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something—but then, with a broken breath, he reached for you.

You barely had time to react before he pulled you into him. His grip was desperate—arms shaking as they wrapped around you, holding you so tight you could feel his heartbeat against yours. 

“Be careful,” you worriedly said, he still has body aches after all.

He buried his face into your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

“…I thought I lost you forever,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

You clung to him, sobbing into his hospital gown. “I’m so sorry, Minho. I should have never left.”

His fingers curled into the fabric of your sweater, his body trembling against yours.

“You broke me,” he murmured, voice raw. “But I still love you.”

A choked sound escaped you. “Minho—”

He pulled back just enough to cup your face, his thumb brushing away your tears. His own eyes were wet now, his expression open, vulnerable.

Then, before you could say another word, he kissed you.

It was desperate, shaky—filled with three years of pain, longing, and love that never faded.

You melted into him, your hands fisting the front of his gown, as if letting go would break them all over again.

When you two finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing hard.

“You’re staying this time,” he murmured, more a plea than a demand.

You nodded, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“I’m staying.”

*******

The hospital room felt smaller now with everyone surrounding Minho. After three days of restless waiting, Minho was finally awake.

His parents had been sobbing hard when they saw their son’s eyes open finally, his mother gently brushing his hair back while his father squeezed his hand in quiet relief.

The boys all shared a group hug after a mixture of teasing and scolding, masking their overwhelming concern. They had spent sleepless nights here, waiting, hoping.

And then, one by one, they left.

Now, it was just you.

Just you and him.

The door clicked shut behind Seungmin, leaving a comfortable silence between you. 

The hospital room is quiet now, save for the faint beeping of monitors and the distant hum of voices outside. You’re curled up in the small space of Minho’s hospital bed, your head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

His arms are wrapped around you, holding you as if you might disappear if he lets go. His fingers draw absentminded circles on your back, his warmth seeping into your skin, grounding you in a way you hadn’t felt in years.

“I really thought I lost you,” you whisper against his hospital gown, voice thick with lingering emotion. “I thought I’d never get to do this again.”

Minho exhales softly, his chin resting on top of your head. “You almost did.” His voice is quieter than usual, raspy from exhaustion, but the underlying pain is there. “You left, Y/N. You just... disappeared.”

You shut your eyes tightly. “I know. And I regret it every single day.”

Minho lets out a shaky breath. “Three years.” His grip tightens slightly. “Do you have any idea how many times I reached for my phone to text you? How many times I saw something and thought, ‘Y/N would love this’?”

Tears prick your eyes again. “I thought about you every day,” you confess. “But I was scared.”

Minho shifts slightly, tilting your chin up so you’re looking at him. His gaze is softer now, but there’s still something raw in his eyes. “Scared of what?”

You swallow. “That I’d hurt you more by staying than by leaving. That I’d ruin your career, your life.”

Minho stares at you for a long moment, then exhales deeply. “I was so angry when you left,” he admits, voice thick with unspoken emotions. “Angry, hurt, upset—every possible emotions. I wanted to hate you, but I couldn’t. And after a while, I realized I was just being selfish.”

Your breath catches. “Selfish?”

Minho nods. “I wanted to keep you, even when you were struggling. I wanted you by my side, no matter what. But if being with me meant losing your peace, then... I had to let you go.” He pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. “But even then, I never stopped loving you.”

Tears slip down your cheeks. “Minho...”

“I’ve been single all this time,” he confesses, his thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. “Not because I couldn’t move on—but because I didn’t want to. I kept telling myself that maybe, if the band contract ever ended, I could find you again, and we’d have a chance.” He gives you a weak, self-deprecating smile. “Realistically, I knew you might’ve moved on by then. But I let myself live in this fantasy world where you were still mine.”

A soft sob escapes you, and you shake your head, gripping his shirt tightly. “I never moved on, Minho. I never dated anyone either.”

His eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering across his features. “You didn’t?”

You shake your head again. “No. I couldn’t. No one could ever be you.”

Minho lets out a shaky breath, his expression crumbling before he pulls you into a crushing embrace. “God, I love you,” he whispers into your hair.

You cling to him just as tightly. “I love you too.”

For a while, you just lay there, wrapped up in each other. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, his fingers stroking through your hair, lulling you into a sense of peace you hadn’t felt in so long.

Then, after a few moments of silence, you murmur, “You know, your arms will go numb if you keep holding me that tightly.”

He huffed out a soft laugh. “Let them. I’m not letting you go.”

Minho’s arms wrapped around you, holding you even more tightly, grounding you. His fingers tangled into your hair, his breaths uneven against your shoulder.

"Don’t leave me again," he whispered, his voice raw.

You clung to him. "I won’t."

A shuddered exhale. A soft, lingering press of his lips against your hair.

"You’re mine, right?"

You buried your face against his chest, whispering, "I’ve always been yours."

Minho exhaled, his body genuinely relaxing for the first time in three years.

And this time, you weren’t letting go.

[softtdaisy]

love is an easy dance / Aaron Hotchner

summary. just you and Hotch celebrating your engagement and how much you love each other

words count. 2 517

what to expect. honestly nothing but love, this is just sweet

a/n. this is heavily inspired by the wedding episode in Dharma & Greg he looked so soft and cute and i thought Hotch deserved his moment too

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“Oh my god, I feel like I have to congratulate you again.”

You heard Penelope's high-pitched tone in your back right before she wrapped her arms around you. Her chin fell on your shoulder, like it did the other times she came for a hug. You cuddled your head against hers in a laugh, appreciating this new wave of love. 

She had done that four or five times already through the evening. You could blame the alcohol for her very tactile and affectionate behavior. But it would be underestimating Penelope’s capacity to show her love and her happiness for you. And that was without counting the regular congratulations she gave you through the past weeks. 

You still blame the alcohol for some of the things -plurals- she said tonight. You weren’t sure how many times she threatened to run away with you if Hotch wasn’t looking. 

Hotch, who looked at you both with a sweet smile on his face. No words could explain the wholesome feeling he had tonight, watching his now-fiancée receiving so much love from the team. It felt as though you were an integral part of their group. And you were part of this family. His family.

Penelope grabbed your hand, the one you had put on top of hers, to look at your ring again. “Aaron, you really outdid yourself with this one.” 

You smiled, seeing his cheeks take on a pink tone. You two were the only ones to know the story behind the engagement ring you had been wearing for a month already. 

For your anniversary, Hotch offered you a trip to London. No professional engagement, no kid—even though you both missed Jack—just the two of you celebrating your love. And during a walk in town, you noticed the ring in a store. You couldn’t explain it; you weren’t even a jewelry expert. You just saw it in the shop window and felt like it was made for you. But you didn’t tell Hotch until late at night, lying in his arms in the hotel bed. 

“I think I love this ring more than I love you right now,” you remember laughing. Both for your joke and for his kisses down your neck. 

You mostly remember the next hour spent with Hotch doing his best to make sure you would always love him more. And that man truly had more than one trick up his sleeve to make you fall in love with him again. And again. And, oh god, again. 

Yet, this ring stayed on his mind the whole night, and he had to convince you to look at it the next day “so I can know who’s my opponent in your heart.” You loved the way he said that, with his hand in yours, something natural and casual. 

You’ve seen Hotch come back from the field broken and sad so many times that you sometimes forgot that Aaron was still there. A good, funny, and amazing man that was the sun in your life even in your darkest days. 

Next thing, you went to see the ring. A ring that actually cost way too much for a casual buy. A ring that turned out to be an engagement ring—information you missed the first time. 

You knew Aaron was the love of your life, the man you wanted to be with for the rest of your days. Yet, you’ve never talked about getting engaged. You knew enough about his first marriage to not pressure him into another one. 

So you laughed about it, saying something about trying to trap him into marrying you and how he ruined your little game. And for you, the joke was over there.

Little did you know that Hotch never forgot about the ring, also feeling like it was made for you. And that he spent multiple months using his friend in London, Miss Emily Prentiss herself, to get the perfect ring for the woman he loved. Asking her to check the ring, sending rings of yours to get the good measure. Going back to London by himself, just to buy the ring himself. 

One night, after a romantic Friday night together, the ring was around your finger, and the name Hotchner was soon to be yours. 

And tonight, everyone was at Rossi’s house to celebrate your engagement. 

“Who thought Hotch could be a romantic?” Derek joked, which caused your fiancé to roll his eyes at the remark—one he knew he kind of deserved. And you had to fight hard to not answer that you did. They had no idea how full of surprises this man could be. 

Penelope moved from behind your back to stand next to you. “What do you know about romanticism, Derek Morgan?”

This simple question started a whole debate between Penelope and Derek about love and little attention. Mostly based on teasing each other, but that wasn’t a surprise with them. After meeting them, you had to ask Hotch about their relationship, to which he replied with a shrug and an “I’m not sure I can’t tell you much because I’m not even sure I know much.” 

You followed their conversation like a tennis game at first. 

And you would probably have kept doing that for a good moment if you didn’t feel a hand grabbing yours, softly. No matter how many hands you could shake tonight, even with your eyes closed, nothing could ever feel like Hotch’s. 

His hands weren’t the softest—you blamed his work for this. But there was something about the roughness of his skin, the width of his fingers that could cover your hand so easily, the feeling against your skin of the small scars and other marks caused by life in general, or the tenderness he always put in his touch when it was you. Aaron had always been nothing but tender with you.

Especially now, with his fingers intertwined with yours and his thumb caressing the back of your hand so casually, while his little steps guided you away from the conversation and into Rossi’s garden. 

“Are you kidnapping me, Aaron Hotchner?” You asked with a tone that was meant to be serious. But the smile you couldn’t take away from your face tonight was ruining the whole pretense.

Or maybe not. Because Aaron simply replied with the very same tone, one he used for work. One that you heard from him on the phone when he answered with his simple—but very hot—“Hotchner.” One of the many things that convinced you to take his last name.

“Yes, that’s my plan.” He said “Any problem with that?”

“None.”

Aaron turned his head slightly, enough to look at you. And the smile he gave you was just as big and sincere as the one you offered him. In these moments, you couldn’t deny JJ’s words when she said that it felt like love was invented to describe people like you.

You didn’t go far in the backyard. Enough to be alone without anyone seeing you; most of the curtains were pulled anyway. Enough to still hear the music and some of the voices from outside. Enough to have your own bubble, not too far from your friends.

“Good,” Aaron finally replied. He stood in front of you, and you took a moment to appreciate the view of the man you would marry one day.

Hotch was in a suit almost every single day for work. You knew that a part of his brain associated some ties to the awful cases he was on while wearing them. And more than that, the simple thought of wearing a suit—even if he looked absolutely gorgeous in them, your desire knew about that—was linked so tightly with his job that he couldn’t bring himself to wear one tonight.

Yet, he wanted to look good for you. Something Aaron wasn’t speaking about much but that he gave you some snippets of was his fear of not being enough for you. His age, his look, and his attitude sometimes when his job was killing him and he didn’t have the heart to pretend he was fine—something you’ve never expected from him anyway. You had learned that part of the reason he was scared of proposing to you was that he felt like he would trap you in a wedding you didn’t want with a man who wasn't worthy of your love. 

It was an everyday challenge to remind him that you wouldn’t change him in any way.

And so, because of his looks and suits problems—not that you would call that a problem personally—he had a hard time choosing what to wear tonight. He settled on a dark blue shirt with two buttons opened that showed a glimpse of his collarbone and the sleeves rolled up on his forearms—you guessed it was some kind of gift for you and your obsession with his arms. And some dark pants that you bought not long ago after his body changed. 

But to be honest, he could have come in his pajamas, and Aaron Hotchner would still be the most handsome man in the room to you. 

You brought a hand to his neck, caressing his skin, and used it as a shelf to move closer to him and kiss him softly on the lips. You didn’t kiss him enough tonight.

“I had some very persuasive arguments otherwise,” he added against your lips. 

He took a step back, only for his hands to glide down your back. Inviting you to a secret dance only for the two of you. One you didn’t have to share with the others this time.

“Oh, you did, Prosecutor Hotchner?” You replied, your fingers playing with his short hair.

“I haven’t heard that in a long time.” He laughed, being pushed back to decades ago for a second. “But yes, yes I did.” 

But Aaron didn’t give any. Because you didn’t need to hear any of them, you would follow your man to the end of the world just for the sake of seeing the beautiful smile on his face. The BAU was hard on him, and you could honestly count on the fingers of one hand the number of nights he came home with a relaxed expression. Not looking exhausted and, well, broken. 

So to see such a happy expression on him was…relieving. And a good reminder why you loved Aaron so much. Not that you didn’t love the unit chief, but you loved the man underneath more. 

When you started dating, you laughed that you felt like falling in love more and more every day with him. “I’m scared of the day you’ll stop loving me more,” he had replied with a soft smile—again a glimpse of his fear, even if this one was mostly a joke.

“I love you,” you said in a whisper tonight. Looking at Aaron. The way the moonlight was reflecting in his eyes, how he looked so magical tonight. “Still more and more every single day.”

“That’s funny,” he replied, kissing your forehead softly. “I had the exact same thought right now.” He kept giving you kisses, from your temple to your cheek and down to your lips. Tracing a love path on your face.

You got closer to him, cuddling your face in the crook of his neck. Closing your eyes to appreciate his soft and very masculine perfume and the feeling of his hands traveling on your back. And for a moment, you forgot everything. The party, the people inside waiting for you. Yesterday and tomorrow. 

All that mattered was Aaron. All that will always matter was him. 

You felt him move his head, his hair caressing your skin in a soft movement, before his mouth reached your ear. “Promise me that we will always keep loving each other more every day.” 

You waited a second or two, just the moment for your heart to embrace this promise. None of you had any doubt about this. But it was different hearing Aaron ask you for the same thing that was a permanent thought in your head. Reminding you he felt just the same.

But then, after these two seconds—or maybe three—you slowly cup his face between your hands, your thumb softly caressing his cheeks. Before moving your face closer to rub your nose against him. 

“I promise to always love you more every day for the rest of my life, Aaron Hotchner,” you whispered against his lips. 

Sharing a kiss. A simple and brief kiss. That you interrupted to say, “But you kind of ruined the surprise of my wedding vows, you realized that?”

“I plead guilty,” he laughed, his hand meeting your neck so he could keep your face against his to make the kiss last.

And this time you weren’t the one interrupting it.

“Will the two lovebirds honor us with their company?” you heard Rossi say from the opening window in your back.

You jumped at his voice but quickly joined Aaron’s laugh, who cuddled you harder against him like he was trying to protect you. And he was doing that very well, with his muscular arms tight around you. 

His lips met your temples again for a quick kiss before you said, “I think our guests are waiting for us.” 

“Remind me why we didn’t celebrate it alone, only the two of us.” Aaron asked, taking your hand to walk to the door. This became such a natural habit, to walk together with your hands tied, that you felt empty when his palm wasn’t pressed against yours. 

“Because they are our family.”

And you couldn’t even imagine what these simple words meant for him. 

The team was his family; that was for sure. Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts for Jack—sometimes they were even sons and daughters to him when they needed to be. And Hotch would be lying if he said he appreciated feeling like a father to them from time to time. 

But for you to consider them like your family too—and he knew for sure that the team had adopted you as an active member too—was…something else. Even if he had no doubt that you were the one already. These simple words kept confirming that he wasn’t on the wrong path in choosing you as his wife and a stepmother for Jack.

As an answer to that, Aaron stopped you midway. With your hand still in his, he pulled you against him one last time. The surprise made you trip and fall against his lap in a laugh that resonated in the silent garden. 

His other hand on your neck kept you against him when he whispered, “I love you,” in the most sincere and honest tone you probably ever heard from him. Like it was a need for him to say it, right here and right now. 

But at this point, and he couldn’t care less about sounding like a hopeless romantic, Aaron felt the need to share his love with you every moment you were next to him. And hopefully, you would be by his side for a very long time.

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Hall of Fame - RR

Roman reigns x oc Ciara

Smut 18+, fluff

"Ow shit" Ciara hissed moving her head away from Andre her hairstylist, rubbing her forehead where he burned her with the hot comb.

"Girl I told yo ass to stop moving" he said continuing to hot comb her hair.

"It’s not my fault you played Luther. You know that song gets me moving" Ciara slightly danced in her chair singing the lyrics.

"Exactly why you got burnt" Andre slapped her shoulder making her stop her movements mugging him.

Ciara was currently in her hotel room with her glam team getting ready to go with her husband to the WWE Hall of fame.

"How you feeing, Are you excited." Maria her personal Makeup Artist asked as she did Ciara’s makeup.

"Yes I am even though I know it’s gonna be a busy day, I’m happy I get to spend time with Joe. You know. I love our kids, but I really need me and him time right now. We’ve both been extremely busy him with wrestling and me with music, so I just wanna enjoy this weekend with him" Ciara smiled softly thinking about her husband. She loved him to death.

Both Andre and Maria let out a "awwh" making Ciara laugh.

"I know y’all gonna have some good fucking tonight. mhmm" Andre said nodding his head.

"I agree. No disrespect girl but your man is soo finee I know he be breaking your shit in" Maria spoke whistling.

"He do." Ciara spoke smirking and the other two let out whistles.

After an hour Ciara hair and makeup was done. Now her team was just smoothing down and fixing her dress.

Ciara was in-front of a full body mirror that was in the hotel room putting on her earrings, as a knocking sound was at the door. "Come in."

looking through the mirror she saw Joe walk in dressed in his all black suit with his hair back in a bun.

He came behind her standing a couple inches away as he took in how beautiful his wife looked. Her brown skin glowing, her hair up in a bun showing her insanely gorgeous face and her beautiful seductive eyes. And don’t get him started on the black dress that hugged her thick body perfectly. Ciara was always insanely thick but after having their kids she grew even thicker and he loved it.

Stepping closer he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Continuing just staring at her through the mirror still mesmerized.

"Why you staring like that?" Ciara softly spoke feeling shy under her husbands gaze.

"You look so beautiful Ci." Kissing her shoulder he slowly trailed light kisses up all the way to her neck . "So. So. So. Sooo beautiful" he kissed all over her neck making her giggle at the ticklish feeling of his beard.

"Thank you love, you look so handsome" slightly turning her head she puckered her lips wanting a kiss. Joe leaned down kissing her making sure not to ruin her lip combo.

Pulling away they both smiled. "I love you" Ciara spoke pecking his lips again. "I love you too baby" Joe leaned down giving her 2 more pecks.

"Why can’t I have love like that" Andre spoke quietly to Maria as he fake wiped his tears.

Joe and Ciara were now in their Limo heading towards the Hall of Fame.

Her head was resting against his shoulder careful so she didn’t mess up her bun.

"Oh I almost forgot" Joe spoke making her look towards him. He dug into his pocket before putting out a diamond necklace. Ciara’s eyes went wide seeing the beautiful jewelry. "Holy shit. Joe is that for me?"

"Noo it’s for the chauffeur" the sarcasm made Ciara playfully smack him as he smiled. "Turn your ass around so I can put it on you baby"

Listening she turned around as Joe placed the cold diamonds on Ciara clipping it. Taking her phone camera flipping it towards her she saw how the diamonds were glistening. "Ooooh not my man icing me out. Thank you boo" she said pecking his lips.

Having still a 15 minute drive Joe decided to quickly give his mom a ft call so they could check up on the kids real quick. "Hey ma we wanted to check up and talk to the kids real quick"

"Their good. Baby boy is right here with me. Say hi to mama and daddy Kayden"

"Ohhh hiii my sweet boy mommy misses you baby" Ciara cooed making Kayden smile trying to grab the phone.

"Where’s Kira and Jacob" Joe asked his mom. "Jacob is playing his game in the living room and Kira is with him. Here I’ll pass them the phone"

A smiled formed on both Joe and Ciara’s face seeing the excitement coming from their kids when they noticed their parents.

"Oh my gosh mommy you look so pretty" Kira gushed seeing her mother.

"Awhh thank you my sweet girl."

"What about me sweetie do I look pretty" Roman started playfully doing dramatic poses making their kids laugh.

After talking to them a bit more they said their goodbyes. "Okay mommy and daddy gotta go but you guys be good for your grandma okay. We love you"

"Love you too, byeee" the kids said before hanging up.

Ciara sighed leaning against Joes side her head on his chest. "We have really cute kids"

"Well of course we do their mother literally looks like a goddess"

"Nah it’s cause their daddy is this fine ass Greek god" she said looking up at him, already seeing that his eyes were set on her.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm" nodding her head, Joe leaned his head down, Slowly kissing her lips into a passionate kiss. The kiss got more heated by the second both of them completely forgetting where they were going.

"Hmm. Wait wait you gone fuck up my makeup boy" Ciara broke away grabbing her phone to check her face. Surprised at the fact her lips were perfectly fine just less glossy.

"Let’s just leave and go back to the hotel" Joe spoke kissing all around her upper shoulder.

"are you crazy? Your literally speaking tonight"

Sighing he pulled away leaning back "Fuck I forgot about that."

The car came to a stop as the sound of shouting and camera flashes were surrounding them. One of the security guards opened the car door as Joe stepped out before giving his hand to his wife helping her out.

Wrapping a protective arm around her waist he guided her inside inside towards the red carpet area.

They stepped up to the red carpet where all the paparazzi was. Joe wrapped his left arm around her lower waist as her body was slightly turned against him her left hand resting against his chest.

"ROMAN OVER HERE"

"CIARA LOOK ON YOUR LEFT "

"MR AND MRS REIGNS ON YOUR RIGHT"

After the pictures, they were now standing with one of the carpet interviewers.

"Well first I wanna start to say Roman and Ciara it’s such an honour to meet you both. Wow" as they both smiled nodding their head.

Wrapping up the interview Joe grabbed her hand taking her to the back where all the wrestlers were going to be.

"Oh my goddd you look gorgeous" Trinity ran up to Ciara pulling her into a tight hug.

"So do you!" she said grabbing her hand spinning her around.

She caught up and talk to a few people as some of them went into the stadium part to do their walk.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah I am. Wait aren’t you doing ur speech?"

"Yes I am" Joe spoke as he smoothed down his suit. "So why would I walk out with you this is your moment"

"I don’t care your walking with me" grabbing her hand he went near the entrance as they waited for his music to hit.

When it did they walked down towards the stage hand in hand, as the whole arena threw up a one acknowledging him.

Getting to the stairs of the stage he placed a kiss on Ciara’s lips the crowd cheering loudly as he did. He walked up the stage as Ciara’s stood off to side where the others were sitting.

As he gave his speech Paul came out giving Joe a hug before he took over the stage speaking. Joes theme hit again walking to me taking my hand as we exited out.

It’s now 10 pm and they were at a little after party. Currently Ciara was dancing with Trinity, savelina and Bianca. She was slightly tipsy as she was sipping on her 5th glass of champagne.

Once the DJ started playing afrobeats her waist started whining immediately. Slowly she rotated her hips to the music.

She made eye contact with Joe who was standing off to the side at a table watching her with a smirk on his face. Bending down arching her back more she effortlessly made her ass move, making it move like water through her dress.

"Nah I gotta catch that" she heard Savelina say as she stood behind Ciara trying to catch her ass, making her stand up and laugh.

A few songs later and Ciara was now a little more than tipsy as she made her way to Joe. Spotting her he took one last sip of his drink putting it on the table as she wrapped her arms around him snuggling her face into his chest.

"You alright baby?" Kissing her forehead he wrapped his arms around her rubbing his left hand up and down her back.

"Yes I just wanna be in your skin" Joe chuckled at her words before looking at his cousins who were watching them in amusement.

"Yup. It’s time for us to go" Joe announced as he dapped up his cousins saying bye.

"Aight man y’all stay safe" Jey said

"don’t have too much fun kids" Jimmy clown ass spoke making Joe shake his head.

"Let’s go my love" He tried guiding her to the exit but she wasn’t budging. Joe knowing what she wanted grabbed the back of her thick thighs, lifting her up with ease.

As he walked them outside to their private Limo she randomly started caressing his face singing one of her songs to him. "You don’t know need no other body. Only you fi hold my bodyyyy"

"That’s right baby I’m glad you know” kissing her cheek she squealed making him laugh as he rounded the car.

Placing her in he shut the door going to the other side getting in.

Soon as he went in he was met with Ciara’s lips on his he made a moaning sound against her mouth surprised by the action.

She straddled his lap, his hands automatically moving to her ass gripping it before giving it a slap. "mhmm I need you Joe" she whimpered as her body began to get hot.

Her body craving and needing him.

"Me too baby I need your warm, wet pussy wrapped around my dick"

The two of them made out, their hands touching each other’s body in need. Joe pulled away as the car barley went to a stop, before he opened the door carrying Ciara who’s legs were wrapped around his waist tightly.

He walked at a fast pace towards the hotel entrance, all the way to the elevator doors not caring about the people that were there staring at them.

Once he pressed the button to the floor and the doors closed their lips met again. He hiked her body up higher his hands now holding her up by her ass that was over flowing in his hands. It’s like they were drunk off of each other.

They continued to make out slowly as he walked them to their door. Pulling away to find the keycard Joe dug in his pocket as Ciara made herself busy by sucking and licking Joes neck.

Finding the card the door unlocked. Walking into the large hotel room, Joe placed his wife on the king size bed, making her body bounce up and down softly.

Keeping his eyes on her she watched him take his suit off. Standing naked, he yanked her to the edge of the bed flipping her on her stomach, zipping her dress down.

He kissed down her back peeling the fabric off her body as the lower his kisses went down. Once her dress went past her ass he tenderly put open mouth kisses all over both cheeks, giving her little nibbles along the way.

Taking her dress fully off along with her thong that had a string of her sticky juices on it. he laid down on the bed with his head supported by a pillow.

"Come sit" his husky command filling the air.

"I can’t. I’ll suffocate you"

Grabbing her arm he yanked her towards him so her lower half was hovering his face. "Good"

Gripping her upper thighs he pulled her down so she was fully seated on his face. "Oh shit" Ciara whimpered as Joe’s tongue flicked at her sensitive bundle of nerves.

He hummed into her pussy loving the way she tasted. Wrapping his lips around her clit he sucked it into his mouth shaking his head from side to side.

Ciara let out a low scream trying to pull away as he ate her up as if he was starving. He pulled away slightly to get a breath in.

Looking down Ciara saw that his face was red from the lack of oxygen and how his hair was out and wild. His beard soaked and covered in his wife’s sticky n creamy juices.

Shooting her a wink he brought his face back to her pussy sucking her clit again. Brining two of his fingers up he inserted them into her, fingering her at a steady pace. "Ooooh fuck daddy I’m gonna cum"

Ciara rotated her hips feeling her orgasm approaching. "I feel it baby, come for me. Let me see that pretty pussy come in daddy’s mouth"

"Mhmmm fuck" Ciara came hard shaking on top of Joe’s face her juices splashing all over him as he greedily lapped up every drop.

Ciara came down from her high scooting down a bit. Now sitting in her husbands lap.

"Wanna see how good you taste baby?" Joe asked Ciara as she lazily nodded her head.

He brought his fingers back into her. Groaning at how tightly she wrapped around his fingers. Her mouth parted letting out a whine as he stroked her sensitive pussy.

Taking them out he brought his creamy fingers to her lips. wrapping her warm wet mouth around them slowly Ciara, bobbed her head up and down staring with her seductive eyes, as she sucked his fingers as if it was his dick.

"Your so fucking sexy" gripping her neck he pulled her into a passionate kiss, their tongues clashing as they both tasted Ciara off each other’s mouths.

Laying Ciara on her back, he sat on his knees. Spreading her legs before grabbing the base of his hardened dick guiding it to her entrance.

Slowly he sunk himself into her warm, soft, sticky walls. "Oh fuck, you feel so good" giving her slow deep strokes so she could feel every. Inch. Of. him.

"Mhmm…shit Joe I feel you"

"Yeah? Where you feel me?" Leaning down he captured her right nipple. Sucking it into his mouth.

Ciara let out a gasp at the combination of joe sucking her nipples and hitting that certain spot inside her. "Ooooh in my s-stomach. Fuck"

He continued his hard deep strokes before shifting his position. Getting back on his knees he threw Ciara’s right leg over his shoulder as the other was in the crook of his arm.

He felt his nut coming causing him speed up his strokes. "Fuck Ci I’m close, where you want it?"

"In me. put a baby in me daddy"

He smiled at her bold answer. Bringing his head down he captured his lips with hers. "You want a baby?" Ciara nodded a pout forming on her beautiful face as Joe’s dick was becoming too much for her to handle."

"Ima make sure you get pregnant tonight. Have you walk around with a swollen belly for the next nine months"

Ciara moaned at her husbands words feeling her second orgasm coming.

"Come with me baby. Come with me" he put his sweaty forehead against hers as both of them came.

"Awwh look at that. That’s baby number four" Joe let a chuckle as Ciara legs quivered. Pulling out he watched how his nut slowly spilled out her. "Nah put that shit right back in" he scooped up what spilled with his fingers putting them right back in her.

"Shit. Joe I’m sensitive"

Slapping her ass he got up standing at the edge of the bed. "Too bad. Now arch that shit, you said you wanted a baby, now that’s what ima give you" she let out a laugh/scream and he pulled her towards him.

After multiple rounds on the bed and some in the shower. Joe and Ciara were now cuddled up, their warm naked bodies under the sheets. Her laying on top of him as he was rubbing her ass lovingly.

"Do you think you actually got me pregnant?" Ciara asked tracing her finger along Joes tatted peck.

"100%. I’ll be surprised if you aren’t to be honest"

"Your crazy" she laughed pinching his tiny nipple playfully.

"Hey your the one who said. Put a baby in me daddy Ughh yess" he spoke mocking his wife’s moans.

Ciara looked at him in disbelief. "I can’t fucking stand you" giggling she tried getting off him but Joe didn’t let her. His left arm wrapped tightly around her waist as the right continued to massage her ass.

"Yo ass ain’t going anywhere" he spoke kissing her forehead making Ciara hum and snuggle in his chest.

Ciara felt her eyes close slightly as she began to doze off. "I love you Joe" she murmured against his chest feeling sleep take over.

"I love you too baby" he spoke as both of them eventually dozed off in each other’s arms.

Sorry for any errors, this was kinda rushed

I like this little couple I might write more about them idk

Btw Jacob is 9,

Kira is 7

kayden is 2

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“Must’ve Been Some Dragon”

M | wc 815 | CW: implied child abuse

@steddieangstyaugust Day 15: Childhood

“Must’ve been some dragon.”

Steve looked up across Eddie’s hospital bed at Wayne Munson. They have been sitting by Eddie’s bedside for almost 10 hours, and this was the first words Wayne has spoken.

“I’m sorry?” Steve asked, readjusting in his seat to look more towards Wayne. Wayne gestured at Eddie’s bandaged body. He was worse for wear. Lost a lot of blood. Steve spent way too long doing chest compressions before they could get his heart beating again. Steve still had Eddie’s dried blood on his fingernails.

“Must have been some dragon,” Wayne repeated. “He — uh — used to come over, scraped or bruised. Said it was a dragon. A dragon gave him those bruises or a dragon scraped his knee.” Wayne’s hand hovered over Eddie’s bandaged arm, wanting to touch him, but not wanting to cause any further harm. “Ego,” He settled his touch on Eddie’s bare hand. “Some dragon.”

Steve let out a soft laugh. “Yeah. It was some dragon.” Steve couldn’t help but turn his attention back to Eddie, peacefully still. “He was brave against the it. The dragon.”

“He always is,” Wayne said, his thumb running across the back of Eddie’s hand.

🐉 ⚔️

Steve was jolted awake. The body next to him — his boyfriend — jerked up, jostling Steve off his chest. Eddie inhaled sharply, burying his face into his hands, body shaking.

“Hey, hey,” Steve whispered, sitting up, his hand rubbing gentle circles on Eddie’s back. “Hey, you’re safe. We’re okay.”

Eddie jostled his head, nodding of some sorts. His head still buried in his hands, his breath still uneven. Steve leaned into Eddie, his head against his shoulder.

“We’re okay,” Steve said.

“W-we’re okay,” Eddie repeated, his breath still shaky.

Steve rubbed circles into Eddie’s back, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s bare shoulder. “Was it the bats?”

Eddie shook his head. “It was — uh — a dragon,” Eddie admitted. He leaned against Steve’s touch, closing his eyes and let out a soft sigh. “I haven’t — I haven’t had that nightmare since I was a kid.”

“You want to talk about it?”

Eddie shook his head, turning to bury himself in Steve’s arms. Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie, holding him securely. “It’s fine. It’s in the past. Don’t need to worry about it anymore.”

“The dragon?” Steve asked softly.

Eddie nodded.

“I’ll protect you,” Steve promised. “No matter the size of dragon, I’ll protect you from it.”

Eddie leaned back to look at Steve. “Any dragon?”

“Any dragon that dares to step in the Munson Kingdom,” Steve said. “I’ll fight for your honor.”

Eddie let out a wet laugh, pressing a quick kiss to Steve’s lips before leaning back into him. “My knight in shining armor.”

Steve pressed a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head, holding him tightly as they both fell back asleep, free from dragons.

🐉 ⚔️

Steve was in the middle of getting ready for his shift at Family Video when there was pounding at the door. Steve sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“Eddie, I swear to god,” he half shouted. Not sure if Eddie could even hear him. He made his way through the Munson’s new trailer — a 2-bedroom that Steve practically moved into, sharing Eddie’s space. “If you forgot your key again —“

Steve opened the front door. A man, slightly taller than him. Bigger too, but not bigger than Hopper. Dark hair, familiar brown eyes, and a soft grin that felt … wrong.

Steve instantly knew who this was.

“I’m looking for Wayne or Eddie,” Ricky Munson said, Steve assumed as politely as he could. Which wasn’t much.

“Wrong house,” Steve said, pushing the door shut. Ricky’s hand shot out, stopping the door. He pushed it open, keeping his arm stretched out.

“I think I’m at the right house,” Ricky said slowly. “You seen my son or brother lately?”

Steve’s eyes dropped to the arm in front of him, holding the door open. To the ink on Ricky’s forearm. A dragon tattoo on his right arm.

And suddenly, everything made sense.

Little Eddie coming to Wayne, bruised and battered by a dragon.

Eddie having nightmares about a dragon hurting him.

And Steve, who promised Eddie that he would protect him from dragons. Of any kind.

Steve reached beside the door, feeling the handle of his nail bat fit perfectly in the palm of his hand.

“Heard a lot about you, Ricky,” Steve said, stepping back, pulling the nail bat behind him. “They’ll be home shortly if you want to come in.”

Ricky gave a sly grin, one that looked innocent at face value but felt slimy. Ricky took the first step into the Munson’s trailer. Steve tightened his grip on his nail bat.

Any dragon, he told Eddie.

Any dragon that dares to step into the Munson kingdom.

Especially the dragon that haunted his childhood.

[mereyapalais]

My small contribution for my shaylas, Annie x Smoke. Still getting a feel of their characters.

Modern Smoke x Annie.

Warnings: none. Fluff?

Excuse any errors (👀)

The ghost of a faint kiss tickled Annie out of her deep slumber. She couldn’t distinguish if she was dreaming or not. She refused to open her eyes so as to not cut her sleep short, in case she was just dreaming. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed trying to concentrate on the soft lips against hers.

A soft but deep voice whispering in her ear coaxed her out of her sleep. “Good evening my love. Won’t you open your pretty eyes for me?” A small kiss accompanied his words.

Eyes opening in slow motion, she blinked the sleep away trying to focus on the most beautiful pair eyes. When his whole face came in to view, a tired smile appeared on her face.

“There she goes. My beautiful woman. Hi.”

“Good evening handsome. What time is it?” She asked while stretching her body. This pregnancy has taken a toll on her body. Sleeping like a koala any time of the day. Her body required frequent rest.

That’s why her husband reasoned with her to take her maternity leave earlier than the expected time. He was more than capable of taking care of his household.

He wanted this pregnancy to have as little complications as possible.

It wasn’t easy convincing her to leave the job space. Annie is a hardworking woman. Passionate about what she does. Plus she knows the kids would miss her when they won’t see her.

Explaining to them what a maternity leave entails was a challenge it only made the kids even more curious and have a million other questions. Some about the subject and others just random, asking the first thing that came to mind. She loves those little kids. The rest will do her good so she can have a little kid to call her own.

Checking his Patek Philippe , he read the time “it’s 18:37.”

“You and this military time of yours. What’s that in normal people time Elijah?”

“6:37.”

A gasp left her lips. “Already? Wow I wasn’t planning on laying down for that long.” She took his wrist just to make sure it was indeed the indicated time on the watch.

“How long you been laying down here?”

“Um, well, I was just planning on laying down a bit before starting dinner and I didn’t want to go all the way to the bedroom. Because I was only going to lay down for -

Her rambling came full force when she knows her husband had caught her doing something wrong. He is real strict about this pregnancy and wants to follow all the doctors recommendations to a t.

Whenever she thought of dismissing the doctor’s advice, Elijah was there to make sure she was doing everything as told.

Whether it was her diet, hydration or exercise habits, Elijah made sure everything was done well.

“How long Annie?”

At the sound of her name, she looked up at him with a pout forming on her lips. She wasn’t used to him uttering her name. Normally a term of endearment was used to in lieu of her name. ‘Annie’ sounded foreign at times. Of course he still used her name but most of the time ‘Annie’ was reserved for when she was giving him an out of body experience or when he was scolding her.

Like now.

“Since 4:00, I think.”

His silence made everything else go silent with him. She could feel his hard stare but refused to meet his eyes. She hated whenever he was disappointed with her.

He sighed. His eyes wandered to the side landing on the water bottle he bought her to help keep track of her water intake. The bottle displayed the different hours of the day accompanied by words of encouragement for each hour.

That was strike two in Elijah’s book.

“So you’ve been laying here for at least two hours. And, from what I can see, you haven’t hydrated yourself since 2:00.”

“I forgot.”

“How you forget to drink water Annie?”

“Can you stop calling me that?”

They way voice came out so small, like a whisper, only indicated one thing lately. She was about to cry.

Her feelings have been all over the place lately. Changing like the colours of the aurora borealis.

“Come on mama, don’t cry. I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to sound mean. Just want to make sure this journey will be as smooth as possible, yeah?” He says wiping away her tears. Pressing small kisses all over her face.

“Let me go get you something to drink.”

He goes to the kitchen, fills up a cold glass of water before bringing it in front of her. “Drink up.”

After she’s done, he accompanies her to the bathroom to run her a bath. His hand finding it’s rightful place at the small of her back. Rubbing soothingly, absentmindedly.

“Go on and sit as I get the water started.”

Before he could leave, she pulled on his arm bringing his head down to her level and kissing him softly.

He left for the bathroom. Opening the tap a little getting the temperature less hot than normally because their doctor advised so.He opted for the epsome salt since they couldn’t use her regular bath bombs. He lit her tulip shaped unscented candle to add to the ambiance.

“You okay sweetheart?”

So lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear him enter her space before he spoke. She looked up at him with sad eyes. “I feel bad.”

“You feel bad? Where.” His hands instantly finding her protruding belly. Rubbing it. She lightly slapped his hands away.

The panic in his voice caused her to roll her eyes slightly.

“No Elijah, calm down, I mean I feel bad.”

“Why, love?”

“Because-” Her voice came out louder than intended. “Because I-I’m the one who’s supposed to be taking care of you. You just came back from work and instead of resting you’re here taking care of me. I feel so lazy.”

“Nah baby, you ain’t lazy, stop that.”

He wiped the tears escaping from her eyes. A kiss on her forehead.

“Besides who said you have to take care of me? Hmm? You’re my wife, carrying my child. Our baby. Your body is accomplishing one of the most amazing tasks. Of course you’re going to feel tired. Lemme take care of you while you take care of our baby.”

She sniffles, “I guess..”

He felt like something deeper was was bothering her. He was going to tend to whatever it was after but for now, he just wanted her to relax.

“Come on. Let’s get you in that bath before the water runs cold. We gon have a talk later.”

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I'll be waiting (ch. 2)

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When a wound puts you in the way of your almost ex-husband, the months without talking are over and perhaps it is the opportunity to resume your marriage or end it.

*English is not my first language

*Sorry for medical inaccuracies

Chapter 2

It was a weird morning. First, he forgot to start his coffee machine and now he must buy one on the road to the ED. Also, suddenly, the zipper of his second favorite hoodie didn’t want to function. He wasn’t a superstitious person, but deep down he knew that something wasn’t right today.

When he entered the ED, things looked as usual: busy and noisy. At least something was just like always. Or so he thought…

“Good morning, Ahmad”. The security guard looked at him like he was a ghost, not the attending physician.

“Good morning, Dr. Robby.”

Robby made a frown and kept walking to Jack and Dana, both were talking like something was wrong. And Robby’s stomach made a flip.

“Good morning. What’s happening? Why the long faces?”

Always the good friend and more sensitive, Dana broke the silence. “Listen, about an hour ago there was a little fight, nothing mayor, the security guards acted really fast, and no patient or companion were hurt, but one of our own was in the middle and took a fall.”

“So, I guess that they are here, right? And probably Gloria is gonna be up in my ass about it, that’s it?”

Dana and Jack exchanged looks before Jack spoke. “Yes, that’s part of what we needed to tell you. They are waiting for exams results and an x-ray in south 4. From what I observed, it’s only a dislocated shoulder and some scratches, nothing more.”

Robby looked at his friends, and something clicked in his mind, if something happened to one of their team, they had already said it, so, there was only one choice. “When are you gonna tell me my wife is the patient?” He didn’t want to get angry at them, they were trying to keep it as quiet as they can.

“What really happened?” Rooby looked at both, searching for answers, anxious.

This time, Dana spoke. “She was with the family of an oncological patient, just a kid… Anyway, from what I know from the nurses there, the father was abusive, the doctors called child’s service and everything went downhill.”

“How is she?” Robby looked at Jack.

“In pain, levels normal for a dislocated shoulder, but nothing else”.

“She hit her head?”

“No”.

Robby scratched his neck and squeezed his lips, took a breath and lowered his arms, as if preparing for an inevitable battle. “Alright, let’s go, Jack”.

He started walking, beside him, Abbot looked unimpressed but worried. “Look, brother, she’ll be fine, just a couple of weeks”.

“I know…”

“You could send someone else if you’re not ready to talk to her, she understands.”

Robby knew all that, but he wanted, no, he needed to see her. Look at her and make sure that she was as fine as she could be.

When they came to south 4, he inhaled and ran the curtain. There, in the bed, was the love of his life. She looked at both, her hands were trembling, Robby didn’t know if it was for the pain or the aftershock.

“Hello, Jack told me what happened to you”.

Robby came close to the bedside, he didn’t touch you, but it was the closest you have been in more than a year, and you became more nervous. “Yeah, everything was quickly, didn’t have time to react.”

“Did you hit your head?” Robby looked at you with clinical eyes, trying to see if the shoulder was the only problem.

“No, at least I don’t think so…”

“Then I’m ordering more exams, we need to rule out a concussion”.

Jack had that small smile that said a lot without saying anything. He knew that his friend probably was dying to touch you, but was too stubborn to do it, even to examinate your shoulder. They were looking at each other like a deer in the headlights. He cleared his throat. “OK, Robby, can we continue with the shift change? I’m sure that she would be the best patient, right, y/n?”

The look she gave him said that he was going to pay for that later, but he didn’t care, he cared about both. And he wanted to go to sleep.

“Yes, of course… I see you later”. Robby said to his wife, her hands still trembling, so he did what he always did when she was anxious and squeezed her hand before going out with Abbot. His heart was beating fast, and everything he could think about was the warmth of your hand.

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“CRAZY STUPID THING CALLED LOVE” HENRY HART X SUNSHINE FEM!READER PART 1

SUMMARY : Kid Danger saves you from a robbery and can’t help but flirt with you, a stranger. But…maybe you do know him? (Both are 18 and in senior year of high school. I think only once mention of y/n)

A/N : I actually am proud of this. I think I really captured Henry and Kid Danger his alter ego really well while making it entertaining. Part 2 will be soon.

MASTERLIST

You probably shouldn’t be walking by yourself, alone in the dark. Swellview wasn’t exactly the safest place in the world with all the crime happening in town. You didn’t have a choice though. Getting a job to help your mother pay for the bills was something you just had to do. You were a waitress at a small diner in town and only made eight dollars an hour. The tips were barley dimes but it was putting food on the table.

Working was actually really good for you. It made you get out the house and get a breath of fresh air. The only thing you didn’t appreciate were the gross and quite frankly bold men that were willing to hit on an eighteen year old.

Juggling school and work wasn’t hard for you either. You were incredibly smart and because of you taking all the required classes in your freshman year, your senior year was flying by in a freeze.

The night was a cold one. You were so exhausted that you had left your jacket back at your job. The goosebumps ran down your arm and the hair stood still. The full moon was bright, beaming on your skin. You would’ve appreciated its beauty if it wasn’t so damn cold.

While you were walking, you saw a man walking towards you. You couldn’t really make out his face with the hood and it being dark. He wore all black clothing too. All you could tell was that he was a tall man.

“Hey, baby let me take you out in a date.”

You cringed at the grown man cat calling you. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to it. It didn’t matter though. You had to power through. You still had a ten minute walk to go.

“No thank you.” You tried to sound cheerful and polite as you made your way past him but he wasn’t going for it.

“I said let me take you.” He grabbed your forearm, keeping you in place. You hissed at the grip and he only made it tighter. He was starting to freak you out.

“Let me go, please.”

The man didn’t say anything. He looked down to your purse, eyeing it intensely before deciding to make the decision to grab it.

Honestly, it may have been stupid to fight him on the purse. Most people would say it isn’t worth your life. Well, to you, it was. That was all you had and you had to get it to your mother.

“Hey! Give it back!” You grabbed your purse but he still had all his strength on the purse.

“Let go, bitch!”

He smacked you across the face, making you fall down. You hit the concrete hard. It was as through the blood was going to your head because you felt dizzy.

Right when he was about to get away, you started to hear choking. It made you focus your eyes on him and that’s when you saw him. Kid Danger.

Kid Danger was choking the man. You never saw him so angry before. The way he was showed on the news made him seem like the funny but cool sidekick. Nothing like this.

He threw in a couple good punches at the man. While choking him. Your eyes were wide at seeing the sight. Blood was coming out the man’s mouth and nose.

After he finished, he held the man in place. The man was too out of it to fight back. “Careful. Don’t fall.” Then Kid Danger forcefully shoved him to the ground. “Aw. You forgot to be careful.”

Amazed was an understatement.

He stepped over the man’s body. Then grabbed the purse that was sitting on the ground. He walked a little ways over to you. You were waiting for him to help you up but he didn’t help you, he picked you up himself.

You were shocked at how strong he was, considering you knew Kid Danger was about your age. He held you, bridal style, looking you in the eyes. “Are you okay?”

He was a superhero. Of course he would show concern but the way he showed you concern felt like he had known you forever. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You say, still star struck at what just happened.

Kid Danger gently placed you on your feet but didn’t let go of you. His hand went to the right side of your cheek, seeing the bruise that was starting to form.

You saw the look of concern quickly turn back to anger. Again, the way he was acting was as if he knew you personally.

“I’m cool. It’s just a scratch.”

Kid Danger nodded but it looked like he wasn’t convinced. He pulled away from you slightly and handed you your purse. When he did, you instantly felt cold again. You started to hug yourself to find warmth.

“You cold?”

The voice. You didn’t know how it was familiar but it was. “A little.”

Kid Danger walked back over to the man. Then forced his jacket off of him. “Hey man that’s mine…” The man said drowsy but Kid Danger wasn’t hearing it. He immediately kicked the man in the stomach, causing him to yell in pain.

You held in your giggle but couldn’t hide your smile when he did that. He wrapped the jacket around you before helping you put your arms in.

“Um, thank you. I could’ve handled it though.” You jokingly said.

Kid Danger chuckled. He lifted your head up to examine the bruise. “Oh, yeah. I can tell.” He said before pulling away. “I shouldn’t have to be the one to tell you not to lose your life over a purse.”

Again, the way he scolded you made you think as though he knew you to at least some degree. “Yeah, I know. But I really need it.”

“Must be something important in that purse.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re not the type to lose your life over something so small.”

“She is.” The robber perched up to say. Kid Danger doesn’t even bother to look at him. He takes out his laser pointer and zaps him repeatedly, putting him to sleep.

“Right…” You got back on topic. Then what he said caught your attention. “Not the type?” You asked. “You don’t know me.”

You could see the realization hit his eyes and he let out an awkward laugh. “Yeah, totally. Never seen you before in my entire life.” He said then quickly reiterated what he said. “I mean, you just don’t seem like it.”

You nodded, a little skeptical but brushed it off. “Well, it has all the money I made from my job.”

“You work?” Kid Danger asked in surprise.

“Yeah.” He seemed appalled at the idea of working and you placed your hands on your hips. “You know you’re a superhero right?”

Kid Danger put up his arms, flexing his biceps playfully. “I’m gooood though, right?”

His playfulness, the way he was sassy, and the tone all reminded you of one person; Henry Hart.

Henry Hart had been in your class since Kindergarten. The two of you weren’t friends, but really good classmates and the two of you had a good relationship with each other.

But you also had a secret, you had a crush on him.

You always admired him from afar. He was funny and handsome. A guy you thought had it all but every girl in the entire school swooned over him so you never stood a chance.

Kid Danger caught you laughing and smiling which made him smile back at you. “What?”

“You just remind me of someone.”

“Insanely good looking and awesome?”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him. “Yeah, kinda.” You fixed the strap of your purse before extending your hand for him to shake. “I’m, (Y/N).”

Kid Danger took your hand but didn’t shake it. Instead he brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles, giving you a little wink. “Nice to meet you.”

You had heard Kid Danger being flirtatious but you weren’t expecting him to be flirty with you. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and you pulled your hand away from him. “Oh. Cool. Um. I should be heading home.”

You started to walk away from him but Kid Danger was right on your side, walking with you. “Cool. Lead the way.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You shook your head.

“Um, yeah I do.” He pointed to the bruise on your cheek. “I gotta save you from yourself.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Haha. So funny.” Before he could say something, you ended up tripping on a high crack in the concrete but Kid Danger was fast. He caught you.

“Yeah, definitely gotta save you from yourself.”

You looked at him like, curiously. “How can you do that again?”

Kid Danger helped you back up and the two of you started walking again. “Hyper mobility. I got fast reflexes.”

You nodded at the explanation before sighing. “I couldn’t imagine being a hero and saving lives.”

“It’s cool. Stressful but I like helping people.”

“What made you do it anyway?”

“Well, I was looking for a job and Captain Man asked me helicopters or kangaroos, and I said helicopter.”

You gave him an unconvincing look. “You’re serious?”

The look of unbelievable made him laugh. “I know it sounds crazy but basically yeah. Being a superhero has its advantages too.”

You nodded knowingly. “I bet.”

The way you said it made him look at you. “What’s that mean?”

“Oh come on, I bet you have all the girls in town drooling over you.”

The statement made Kid Danger agree. “A lot of girls do drool over me.” Then he had realized what you said. “You saying you’re not one of them?”

“You’re not my type.” You said all with a smile.

He gave you a look like you had offended him. He placed a hand over his heart. “I’m not your type?!”

It made you laugh. “Believe it or not, Kid Danger but you’re not everyone’s type.”

“Hmm.” The two of you walked while he was in deep thought until he eventually gasped like he was a school girl. Then he jokingly hit your shoulder. “You have a crush on someone.”

Your face started to become red. Kid Danger calling you out on your crush had to be the most embarrassing thing that could happen to you. Even though you were pretty much over it. “Um…”

“You totally do. Who is it?”

“You wouldn’t even know.”

“Which is exactly why you should tell me. Where’s the harm in it?”

He was right. He wouldn’t know who it was and it’s not like he was going to go blab to the guy. You bit your lip, fighting the embarrassment that was running through you. “Just some guy at my school.”

Kid Danger seemed even more excited to know who it was. “Who is…?”

He wasn’t going to give it up. That was obvious so you gave in and told him. “Henry Hart.”

He froze. Stopped dead in his tracks. The sudden movement made you stop to. You couldn’t read any other expression besides shock. It was starting to make your heart sink. “Do you know him?”

After the question, Kid Danger quickly coughed like he was choking and shook his head. “What? No. Henry Hart? Such a dumb name.”

He started to walk again and grabbed your hand to make you start back walking. “What do you like about him?”

“Why? Do you want to date him?” You questioned sarcastically.

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

You shook your head then sighed. “I don’t know. He’s funny and nice. It’s kinda hard to explain. We’ve known each other since Kindergarten. I mean the crush isn’t really a big deal. It’s starting to go away honestly.”

Kid Danger scoffed like he was offended. “Go away? What did I-i mean-what did he do to start making it go away?”

“I mean, you can’t keep liking the same guy you’ve liked since third grade. Especially the guy that doesn’t really see you.”

“He sees you.”

“How would you know?”

As the two of you walked along the street, a flower vendor was there. Kid Danger stopped in his tracks and pulled out a money clip out his pocket. Then handed the guy some money. He placed the clip back before taking a rose from the stand. He handed you the rose. “Look at you. What guy wouldn’t see you.”

‘Kid Danger? Giving me a rose? Is this really happening?’ You tried to hide your smile but couldn’t. He noticed and smiled back.

The two of you went back to walking. “If that’s the case then why hasn’t he came up to me.”

“Well…maybe it’s because he doesn’t think he has a chance.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, right. He has every girl at school wrapped around his finger.”

Kid Danger laughed at your comment, wiping his mouth. “I don’t think he has every girl wrapped.”

“He absolutely does.”

“Regardless…maybe it’s because you’re different. I mean, all those other girls are the same but…you’re you. And maybe he doesn’t want to mess that up.”

You listened intently on his advice trying to buy it. It could be true but you honestly didn’t think so. Henry Hart didn’t have feelings for you and that was okay. You were practically over it. “Yeah. Maybe.”

The two of you finally reached to your house. He walked you up your porch steps. “Thanks for walking me home. You didn’t have to do that.” You said while taking the jacket off and handing it to him.

Remembering it was the robber’s coat, he just threw it over his shoulder, hitting the trash can on the curb loudly. It made you shake your head. “Why do you work? Shouldn’t you be focused on school?”

“I need to help pay the bills. My mom can’t do it alone.” You saw the look of pity in his face and you sighed. “It’s fine. I don’t mind. The only bad thing about it is all the grown ass men hitting on me.”

Kid Danger’s jaw clenched. His knuckles were tight and he looked pissed. “What days you work?”

“Just Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.”

“What time?”

“3 to 12. Why?”

Kid Danger grabbed a red marker out his pocket. Then grabbed your arm. He wrote out what appeared to be a phone number on it. “Call me and I’ll walk you.”

You gave him a look as he wrote. “Um. My arm?”

When he was finished, he placed the marker back in his pocket. “Um. It washes off?” He playfully said while copying the tone of your voice.

You looked at the number and then looked back up at him. “Do you give out your number to every girl you save?”

With that question, Kid Danger just winked at you. “Only the pretty ones.”

‘Why did he have to be so flirty with me?’ You didn’t know how many times your face went red tonight with him but it had to of been the one hundredth. “Well. I better get going.”

You tried to rush in your home but he grabbed your arm to stop you. “Make sure you talk to that guy.”

“I already told you. I’m over him. Just an old crush.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

Kid Danger nodded. He took his hand from your arm. “You want to go on a date then?”

The question caught you so off guard that you almost started to choke on your own spit. “Like a coffee date or like-“

“Like the kind I give you flowers, take you to dinner, you tell me everything about yourself and then I get to kiss you at the end.”

You felt your heart beating out of your chest. You both liked how straightforward he was and hated it. There was no way Kid Danger was asking you out.

You started to laugh out nervousness. “What? Well…I mean how is that gonna work? With the whole anonymous superhero thing?”

“You let me take you out on three dates and I’ll take my mask off.”

What you weren’t understanding is why he was so eager to take you? Why did he like you so much? “I don’t know. I mean, I’m sure you got a whole line of women at your feet so I won’t be a bother. I let you go out with them.”

You turned the doorknob to your house, trying to escape the conversation but Kid Danger would not let you. He shut the door and backed up until your back hit the door. It made you drop the rose out of your hand. “I don’t want them. I want you.”

Kid Danger picked the rose up and handed it to you. “You in or not?”

With his assertiveness, you really didn’t even think you had a choice to back out. “Um…when?”

“Tomorrow. 8. Wear red. You look good in it.”

Before you could say anything, he was already walking about from you. Then you thought of something. You weren’t wearing any red. “How does he know I look good in red?”

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The One With the Blouse (1/2)

Part 1/2

Wolfstar x reader      Sirius Black x reader      Remus Lupin x reader      Sirius Black x Remus Lupin      Sirius Black x reader x Remus Lupin 

Established couple (throuple)

Summary: Reader cares about how people see her, tensions boil over when the group get ready for a Gryffindor party

Warnings:

Angst (argument)

Hurt (and minimal comfort…)

Lots of insecurity, feeling disposable in a relationship

my first fic ever so please be kind…will potentially write a part 2 if people like this one (feedback is welcomed)

word count: 1.8k

Sirius looks so pretty in his white blouse. The silk brings out his dark hair perfectly, and the fabrics warm undertones complimented his pale skin. “Is all the fuss really necessary?” Sirius asked, bothering with the bow neckline of the blouse.

“You want to look good, don’t you?” You respond stiffly, tying, and re-tying the bow, unsatisfied with how it sits around his neck. 

“You forgot to Iron it.”, you say, Tying, untying, re-tying. Completely zeroed in.

“Does it really matter?” Sirius responds, completely exasperated.

Remus watches on from the armchair by his bed. It’s standard routine at this point. Before every common room party, Remus is ready by dinner - always a plain top and trousers, today a white T-shirt with blue jeans. “Very James Dean”, Sirius had said. He's been sitting there entirely patient on the same armchair for the past two hours, reading only half attentively as you and Sirius get ready.

“Sweetheart, the bow is fine”, Remus advises gently. He’s not in a rush, but he can tell that as much as you usually enjoy it, today the up-doing process is stressing you out. 

“No..no, not yet”, you respond absentmindedly, still fixated on Sirius’s blouse. 

Tying, untying, re-tying the bow. Sirius huffs out a humourless laugh and takes a quick step back turning completely away from you. Your hands are still held up, frozen where his neck would be. Your eyebrows furrow, and Remus looks up from his book.

“It’s the same every bloody time!”, Sirius suddenly cries out, you’re completely taken aback. 

“Sirius”, Remus warns.

“Godric, Forgive me! I didn’t iron my fucking blouse!”, he feigns, “You’re suffocated me” he finishes, coldly, glaring daggers straight through you. He’s still so beautiful, with his ebony hair hanging long and dark over his face, but the pit in your stomach is somehow darker. 

Remus is stood to his full height now, book abandoned. “You’re out of line”, his anger still somehow contained. And Sirius has the gall to let out a laugh. The party in the common room seems to have started. You can hear music and laughing below the bluestone floors. You try and divert your focus to that lively sound and take it off the painful bob in your throat. 

“I’m out of line? You’re kidding Moony”, Sirius laughs. his lack of sincerity is incredibly unnerving. “The bitch is vapid”, and your heart nearly stops, you can feel the sick climbing up your throat. Remus is seething, but you’re not sure he knows exactly what to say anyway. 

“What?”, is all you can muster hopelessly. 

Sirius takes a step towards you, and you all seem to move at once. You take one step back at the same time Remus steps between you and the shorter boy.

“Cut it out Sirius”, Remus warns, towering above the both of you with his height, and his domineering demeanour. But Sirius is undeterred.

“You. are. entirely. vapid”, he repeats, now looking over at you past Remus’s shoulder. “you’re just like my mother” he whispers to himself, like some sort of secret revelation, and you just want it all to end. “Completely superficial, shallow, and entirely vapid” he seethes, before turning back away from you again, taking in a slow deep breath. You think you can hear his heart beating nearly just as quick as yours.

Sirius’s accusation sits inside you. You can’t deny that you do like nice things. Your jewellery was all made custom, you shopped at the best boutiques on Diagon Alley, and you kept up appearances. 

Your parents have always been devastatingly high-achieving. You were no stranger to the odd charity gala, or pureblood ball. So, for you that meant endless expectations to live up to. Making sure clothes were ironed, hair was done right and shoes were all polished was just second nature. You pay attention to these things because you have to. Your label as a “washed-up-witch” in Witch Weekly’s coverage of the Macmillan ball in 72 serves as a reminder. Filtered through pre-teen public humiliation, these things stick. As deflated as you felt regarding Sirius’s outburst, you could feel an equal anger bubbling just below the surface. 

“You did not just compare me to your draconian fanatic of a mother”, is the first thing that leaves your lips. Your eyes are wide, and that anger is bubbling over. Yet, your voice is so level that you think you just might have the upper hand. You can tell that Sirius was expecting you to respond with equal fervour, he wanted a fight, and your composure has caught him off guard. You think for a second, maybe he didn’t even mean to hurt you. 

Remus would back you up if you needed him to, but he knows you really don’t need him to. You’d like to say your piece, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze in support.

“Just because you can afford to reject tradition and expectation doesn’t mean we all have that luxury” you seethe.

Sirius has always had the reputation of a Black Sheep, but it made him shine nevertheless. Every act of rebellion on his part was praised and admired by your peers. But as a woman in the 70s, and the only child in a pureblood family - you were often subject to incomparable scrutiny.

“Maybe I’m too much sometimes” your voice breaks, and the tears have started to flow of their own accord now. Rushing like silent broken faucets, or shower heads. Sirius’s eyes flash with regret. You look up at the ceiling to blink them back, and Remus gives your hand another squeeze, silently shaking his head and biting his tongue. He’s glaring at Sirius with a healthy mixture of disappointment, and something akin to fury.

“I can’t help but care about how I look”, you whisper to no one in particular, “This is usually fun, getting dressed up together”, and Sirius looks completely in despair. That almost cocky, goading aura that surrounded him has been evaporated by your undeniable heartbreak. He’s fidgeting with the hem of the blouse now, and his fingers move hesitantly up to his neckline, where your hands sat only moments ago. He’s palming at the skin there, as it slowly turns pink from the pressure.

“I’m only fussy because I care, Sirius”, you say wavering, lip quivering as your crying takes both your eyes, and your voice. He can’t look you in the eye.

The subtext isn’t missed by either of the boys, you care because you love them. You enjoy dressing them up because you want them to look good and enjoy themselves. To protect them from any anxiety associated with landing on a worst dressed list, even informally among the Gryffindor party-goers three flood below.

You look down at your disco boots, perfect stockings and shift dress. It all feels so silly now, wearing the outfit you picked out three days in advance. You want to crawl out of your skin, and you really don’t feel like dancing. Sirius is still palming at his collarbones, staring with dazed and shallow eyes at his feet and the floor below them. You can’t see his face properly behind his hair, but you know him well enough to think he might be crying too. “I hope you’re proud of yourself Black” Remus chimes in, and you wince at the use of that last name. Remus’s hand rubs small circles around the back of your neck, you can't help but want his hot skin off you.

“I-I didn’t-”, Sirius starts, but you walk from the room with Remus quick at your heels before he can finish. 

The stairway down to the common room is empty, with the party building up below. It’s just you and Remus standing still on the stairs. “You know he didn’t mean that”, Remus says kindly, more for your sake than Sirius’s. He’s brushing the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, and gently pushing the hair back from around your face. “He gets like this when he’s stressed, it’s not your fault”, he reassures, kissing the top of your head. 

“I stressed him, I should have just let him be”, you whisper, and Remus is silent. This is the first big fight you've had as a couple. You’re a slightly more recent addition to their pairing. Quips and little disagreements have never been an issue. Even when you were all just friends these things were always resolved in a matter of minutes - or a few hours at most, but this is the first time a spat has ended in tears. 

You wonder if this was a mistake. You hope to Godric that Remus isn’t thinking it too. “I think I’ll go to bed”, you say finally, and you can feel him frown. 

“But you were so excited for tonight” he says sadly, more of an acknowledgment, you know he doesn’t mean to change your mind. You’re all hardly in the mood for a party.

“Maybe you and Sirius can still have some fun”, and you hope it doesn’t come across as bitter, but Remus’s solemn expression suggests otherwise, he lets it go.

“I’ll talk to him”, Remus assures, as he molds his body around yours in a much-needed embrace. Having him so close stirs a vulnerability within you, and you’re sure that if you could see his face, you wouldn't have the courage to open your mouth. 

“Maybe we were wrong”, you whisper into his chest, scared. 

Remus is burning 20 degrees hotter.

“What makes you say that?”, he responds measured, but the unease in his voice is palpable. He’s pulled back to look at your face now, and you fidget under his gaze. You give him a look to say without words, ‘are you kidding?’.

“But you know we love you”, Remus says desperately, more of a question than a statement, gripping the sides of your head firmly, so as to say, ‘please believe me’. You just shake your head between his hands. “You heard him, didn’t you?”, you start, “Completely superficial, shallow, and entirely vapid” you quote, and Remus cringes. 

“I’ll talk to him”, he repeats.

“No, no its okay, I’m going to bed”, you say, almost completely defeated by the tidal wave of self-doubt flooding through you.

“Dove-”

“How about you talk to him, and you two can decide what we do from here”, Remus looks heartbroken at the implication.

“Surely you don’t think we don’t want to see you anymore?”, There seems to be something sparkly welling in his eyes too, Godric, what a horrible evening.

You’re so in your head you hardly register Remus’s question. When he goes to pull you close again you take a small step back, your fingers still interlinked. The moonlight shines in through the stained glass, and the sparkle of salt in Remus’s eyes begins to fall. You can hear Diana Ross’s smooth voice echoing off the stone from downstairs, tonight could have gone so differently. You can’t help but feel you’ve caused all this. Whatever animosity Sirius seems to have been harbouring towards you, you’re sure it lives inside Remus too, even if you can’t see it yet. You turn around before you have the chance to look back.

“I’m going to bed”.

[isavulpix]

Jason Todd Headcanons 1

Teacher!Reader x Jason Todd

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Eyes Dont Lie Masterlist (Coming Soon)

Warnings: My first language isn’t English so there will be errors, I haven’t read a comic beside the webtoon one so Jason may be a bit OOC sorry.

Hi! So I’m new at writing, but couldn’t sleep last night thinking about this so decided to write it down. Edit: I decided to make it a series so check it up if you like to, thanks for the likes and reblogs <3

isavulpix masterlist

* Okay so y’all meet in Lian school, why? Well one day Roy couldn’t pick up Lian after school so he asked Jason to do him the favor and of course Jason said yes. It was the best chance to prove he was a much more fun uncle than Dick.

* But the plan didn’t go that well, he forgot he can’t ride a motorcycle with a little kid so he had to go get the Wayne SUV, making him late to pick up Lian from school.

• So there you where in your classroom with Lian waiting for Jason to pick her up. She tells you stories about her dad, and Jason while she colors and you grade some papers.

• The first thing he sees when he finally arrives is a adorable frowning Lian question him about his tardiness. How dare he pick her up late?

• While he says his sorry to Lian and tickles her tummy to make her laugh, he remembers about the other adult in the room and turns to you to apologize. As he does, he feels like the air has suddenly stop flowing in his lungs anymore because…WHO IS THIS GORGEOUS WOMAN SMILING AT HIM?

• After the hamster in his brain starts to run again he remembers that you are Lian teacher and quicky get himself together. He can’t be catch being shock about your beauty, but seriously. Why are you so pretty? Back when he was a kid his teachers where old ladies.

• You tell him he doesn’t have to apologize with a small smile on your face and his heart skips a beat. Why are you so nice? You should be angry or annoyed because he made you waste time, but you reassure him that even if he wasn’t late to pick up Lian you where gonna still be here grading papers and checking the classes for the next day.

• And Jason thinks wtf? Working after work hours? Teachers aren’t paid enough, he should make Tim hack into Gotham bank account and get the teacher a raise, but says his goodbyes along Lian who is still pouting a little and Jason sighs…

• Jason had to bribe Lian with ice cream so she will speak more about her pretty teacher…and doesn’t tell Roy about all this.

[seuonji]

彡 my heart is beating for two. — yoon jeonghan

part 1 ๑ part 2 ๑ part 3

notes ๑ daycare worker yn! x secretary jeonghan — you’re a worker at the daycare and of course, your main priority is the safety of the kids. how’d you deal with an unfamiliar face trying to pick up one of the kids one day?

genre ๑ fluff, new interest.

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 1k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

it was a hectic but fun shift at your daycare job. the kids love you and you equally got along with them. your coworkers reasoned that it was because of your youthfulness that made working with them a breeze and you couldn’t disagree.

there was just 5 kids left and it was nearing the hour that would mean you’re working overtime but you didn’t mind.

the kids played with the toys around the room but you had just tidied up the place so they made sure to not make too much of a mess.

just as you were about to settle down on the floor, the doorbell rang signalling a parent was there. you instantly got up and chuckled at the way you didn’t even get to touch the floor.

you took a look to the glass entrance door to see who was there and usually you’d be able to recognise the parent/guardian but you have never seen this person ever. you looked over the kids in the room and back to the door. “i’ll be back okay, stay here,” you instructed to the kids who gave a sweet nod.

at the entrance stood a tall, lanky man. you couldn’t tell what his age could be but if you had to guess, he was probably your age or a bit older. he had hair that framed his face well and he was definitely someone that could brag about his looks. his appearance made your heart flutter.

often when you couldn’t recognise someone, you’d fear that this was a complete stranger, could be be those kidnappers but you didn’t get those vibes from him. or was it the pretty privilege?

you pressed the button which unlocked the door and he stepped in, “hi, i’m here for choi yuna,” he kindly spoke and shot a smile that could kill.

despite the looks that could sway you, you were hesitant. yuna was choi seungcheol’s daughter. you knew seungcheol was a busy man. he ran a big company but he never failed to pick up his daughter. plus he dropped her off in the morning and didn’t mention someone else would be picking her up which made this suspicious.

“im sorry, i need to know if you’re allowed to pick her up, how do you know her?”

“sorry! forgot to introduce myself, i’m yoon jeonghan, seungcheol’s secretary, he would've came but his meeting ran long so he sent me to pick yuna up.”

you were still unsure, you weren’t gonna take any chances for a case to happen, “can i make a call to seungcheol first?”

jeonghan let out a husky laugh, “you’re careful huh? what if i just showed you a picture of me and him together?"

“that won’t be enough.”

“alright but if you’re gonna call him, he’s could still be in his meeting i think your call will just be transferred.”

you already had your eyes on your phone but gave him a look as he said that. you still made the call and it instantly connected. “yn? is everything okay?“ the man on the other line opened with concern in his voice.

“hi mr.choi! yea, i just wanted to confirm that you sent someone else to pick up yuna?”

“ah- yes, im so sorry i just got out my meeting if i was the one to come yuna would still be there so i sent jeonghan. don’t worry, he’s a trusted friend! sorry for not letting you know.”

“no worries, just wanted to make sure,” you quietly sighed with relief. you said goodbye and ended the call. you stared at your screen and there was a loud silence for like 2 seconds until you closed your phone and lowered your head to the secretary, “sorry for making a hassle.”

he gave a sympathetic smile and waved his hands, pushing you back up, “no, don’t be! you’re just doing your job, it’s good your keeping these children as safe as you can. i’m glad you’re being this careful, if anything, if you weren’t so cautious i probably would’ve told seungcheol to find a new daycare.”

he was surprisingly nice.

“thanks,” you couldn’t hold back your grin. “um, i’m going to go get yuna.”

he nodded and you walked to the fence which led to the section of the room to the kids were in. jeonghan peered over and his eyebrows instantly rose. he didn’t know there were still children there. he got shocked that the kids weren’t checking if their parents were there. they were just sitting in a circle, playing and sharing the toys. usually they would be hoping the parents are here right? why weren’t they checking?

but jeonghan saw the way their face lit as you walked towards them. perhaps the environment was that good he thought to himself.

you held yuna’s hand and walked to the exit.

“i don’t want to go yet yn!” yuna clamoured. you softly laughed, “you’ll come back tomorrow.”

jeonghan silently watched you in confusion. were you an angel or something? kids love it when their parents are here, if anything, they cry at the absence of their parents right? yet someone like yuna who’s close their parents is clinging onto you.

“yuna!” jeonghan called out.

“uncle?” yuna beamed and ran to the older man, her height allowing her to only hug his legs.

jeonghan bent down and patted her head, “dad can’t make it so i’m here but we’ll see him in a bit okay?”

yuna nodded signing she understood. “did you bring your bicycle?” she asked with wonder in her eyes.

“bicycle?” jeonghan furrowed his eyebrows.

“the one you always come to my house with!” yuna hinted.

the man was left puzzled but also mildly embarrassed at the possibility that you’s think he uses a bicycle to get to places, “yuna, what bicycle?”

“the loud bicycle!”

“a motorcycle?” you chipped in.

“ahh—,” he did have a motorcycle. he was stunned and wondered what you thought of him— but actually, why does he care what you think.

jeonghan recollected himself, “your dad wouldn’t let me but hey, the car waiting for us outside has a tv!”

yuna was notably convinced the car was better especially with the way she hopped and cheered. you giggled at the way he changed her opinion so easily.

jeonghan stood up and held yuna’s belongings, ��guess we’re good to go, say thank you to yn yuna.”yuna jumped to give you a hug and jeonghan waved a goodbye. soon, the two walked out.

you closed the door and deeply exhaled. you placed your hand over your chest yet your heartbeat couldn’t slow down. there was something about that man.

jeonghan looked back at the daycare’s door. he thought of the way his heart beated twice more than usual since he walked through that door.

was it you or the 5 sugars he put in his coffee that afternoon?

he shook his head and laughed after recalling the measures you went through to make sure he wasn’t a kidnapper or something.

“do you like yn yuna?” jeonghan turned to her. “why?” yuna dragged her words at the end. jeonghan inhaled stiffly forgetting about how yuna was in her ‘why’ phase. “just asking, so do you enjoy yn’s company?”

“of course! they're really nice! they always play with me and one time they bought me stickers!" jeoghan knew which stickers yuna was talking about. it was pasted somewhere in seungcheol's office and jeonghan made fun of him for it. his heart warmed at the way you seemed to be a genuinely good person. he’s known you for a few seconds but though your actions first impression, he could tell you were someone worth meeting and he liked people like that.

he really couldn't tell why but for some reason, he wanted to be the one to pick up yuna tomorrow.

luckily for him, he’s the secretary and he can manipulate his boss’s’ schedule however he’d like to.

[duhnova]

Cry-Baby | Choi Seungcheol

synopsis. decked out in leather and riding a harley davidson like he’s got business with the devil, choi seungcheol was the talk of your small town. everyone looked down on him and when you come home for the first time since starting uni you find it hard to believe that the pouty lipped kid you tossed off the merry-go-round when you were six was some slick haired delinquent. 

pairing. biker!choi seungcheol x fem!reader 

word count: 4.9k

genre. fluff, angst, opposites attract, drama?, kind of college au

warning(s): mentions of parent death, mentions of parent illness, alcohol, let me know if i forgot anything!

this is apart of a 90's collab! you should check out everyone elses fics! - there might be a smutty & more angsty part 2 to this if there’s enough interest! also huge shoutout to @onlyhuis and @onlymingyus for proofreading for me, ily guys <3

When you left for university three years ago you never wanted to return home, the small town always made you feel claustrophobic. But now you’re sitting on a train, about an hour away from your childhood, the sony walkman you got as a graduation present from high school sat in your lap as you listened to the same nirvana cassette on repeat. 

The nerves of being home began to get to you as the familiar views of the old trailer park that sat outside your town came into view. An old pickup truck that adorns the same white and blue paint of your best friend's truck drives down the road that travels along the train tracks and it makes you wonder if it’s him coming to meet you at the station.  

“We’ll be arriving at the station within the next five minutes.” The worker smiled at you as she continued down the aisle of seats to tell the other patrons of the cart that the train will be stopping for a couple minutes at your stop before embarking to the next station. 

You put your walkman in your pocket so that you aren’t scrambling to gather your things when the train stops. Just as you got your backpack situated the train jolted a little as its breaks screech to a stop. 

“Ladies and gentlemen we have reached our next stop.” The worker's voice is drowned out by your music as you stand up and grab your suitcase before hopping out the door with the worker's help in lifting your bag down. 

“Thank you!” You call out and wave as the door closes and the train takes off again, no one else got on or off. 

“Y/N!” You hear a familiar voice call from behind you, the roar of a diesel engine brings a certain comfort to you that you haven’t felt since you left. 

“Gyu!” You call out with a smile on your face, the change in his appearance being more shocking in person than you thought it would be, having only seen him in pictures he sent from the crappy disposable cameras he and his friends like to use. All the work he’s been doing on his family's ranch has paid off as his muscles glisten with dirt and sweat. 

“I’ve missed you cherry pop.” He hugs you tightly as you laugh at the nickname he gave you years ago because you always had cherry lollipops on you. 

“I’ve.. missed you too.” You choke between laughs and the way he was squeezing you a little too tightly. 

“Sorry,” He laughs as he lets you go to grab your suitcase instead. “Are you hungry? It was a long travel day for you.” 

“I could eat.” You smile as you take your headphones off to let them rest around your neck as you follow your best friend to his truck that was still running and emitting a gross smell of diesel. 

“Great, let’s go to pops diner.” He lifts your suitcase over the side of the truck bed like it was nothing before he opens the door for you to get in. The leather of his seats were warm from his heater that left the cabin toasty unlike the train car you had been sitting in almost all day. 

“How are you?” You ask about the owner of the diner who was well into his 70’s at this point, his restaurant having been open for almost five decades at this point.

“He’s doing good, got his hip replaced last summer,” Mingyu shifts the car into drive after he reversed out of the spot he parked at. “Still kickin, Cheols mom still works there too.” The mention of your old childhood playmate makes you smile bittersweetly. The last time you two had talked was before you left for college and he seemed angry about everything in life and he took it out on you leaving a sour taste in your mouth and the lack of communication between the two of you over the past few years.  

“That’s nice, how is she doing? I remember last you told me she was in the hospital for something.” Mingyu sighs a little from beside you.

“Yeah she was, took me forever to get anything out of Cheol about it but she’s doing good now. Or so I’ve been told.” Seungcheol had always been hard headed and he’d rather talk about other people's problems than his own so it didn’t surprise you that Mingyu had to dig for some type of answer from him. 

“Is she working today? I’d love to see her…” Your voice trailed off as you thought about the lady’s son, who you desperately wanted to see as well but how you left things made you hesitant.

“Not today, she’s off for the weekend.” You nod, mumbling that it’s nice that she takes the weekend for herself. 

“I know you and Cheol had some blowout when you left but I’m going to see him later after I drop you off, if you wanna come with you’re more than welcome too.”

“What’re you two doing?” Mingyu was surprised you didn’t immediately shoot down his offer, he thought it would take more convincing.

“We’re going to the river for a bonfire with Jeonghan and Wonwoo.”

“They’re home too?” They had both left for college around the same time you had.

“Yeah, they come home every break they can.. Unlike someone I know.” He laughs lightheartedly. You huff quietly, unsure of how to respond. How do you respond anyways? You never wanted to come back, memories weighed heavy on your heart and the only thing keeping you to your hometown was the friends that resided in it.

“Hey,” Mingyu's voice softens. “I get it, you got out when you saw the chance and I’m proud of you.” 

“Thank you.” Your voice was just as soft as you watched the familiar scenery zip by. A nice silence fell between the two of you as he focused on driving, the train station sitting a couple miles out from the town you used to live in. 

“The bank sold the house by the way.” Mingyu broke the silence, a nervous sweat settled on his forehead as he broke the news to you. 

“About time.” You sigh, another weight you didn’t realize you were holding lifted off your shoulders. “Less for me to deal with now.” 

“You’re not upset?” Mingyu looks at you out of the corner of his eye. 

“No,” You sit up straighter and begin picking at the hem of your jacket. “My father was a drunk with thousands of dollars of debt he owed the bank so I’m not even surprised they sold it to make back what they lost and then some I’m sure.” 

“At least an actual family bought it instead of some corporation.” Mingyu tried to lighten the mood. “They just moved in and they have a newborn and a cute dog that I think you’d like.” 

“What kind of dog is it?” You side eye Mingyu, appreciative of the fact he moved on from the sensitive topic so quickly. 

“A corgi, they said it’s a black tricolor… Whatever that means.”

“It’s the fur color, it’s mainly black with a little bit of brown and white?”

“Yes! See this is why you went to college, you’re smart as hell.” You shake your head with a smile on your face. 

“You’re smart too, Gyu, and not going to college doesn’t affect that.” He shrugs as he slows his speed down after approaching the edge of town. 

“If you say so cherry pop.” Just as he pulled up to the first stoplight the roar of a loud engine could be heard from a distance. 

“I bet that’s Cheol.” You look at Mingyu confused before your question gets lost once you see the helmet less Seungcheol sped by on a motorcycle you had never seen before, his once dark hair was bleached blonde.

“That’s Cheol?” You asked as you watched him disappear down the opposite street you and Mingyu turned down. 

“Yeah, he changed quite a bit since you left.” That was an understatement as Seungcheol looked as big as Mingyu, maybe bigger if you dared to think.

“I can see that, can’t believe he bleached his hair.” 

“He did that pretty recently actually, said he needed a change and decided the worst that could happen is his hair would fall out.” 

“He’d look good with a buzz cut.” Mingyu laughs at the thought causing you to laugh too. 

“You should tell him that tonight when we hang out, I guarantee he’ll either blow a gasket or take you seriously and actually cut his hair off.” 

“He would drown me in the river first before he’d listen to me.” 

“I don’t know cherry pop, you were very influential to him for a long time. Remember how he did your bidding all throughout elementary school?” 

“Yeah cause I tossed him off the merry-go-round at recess and he decided he was scared of me until junior high.” 

“I think we were all scared of you after that,” Mingyu puts the car in park after pulling up to the diner. “The older kids wouldn’t mess with me either because you scared them too.” The fact Mingyu is younger than you by two years makes you question reality as he’s much bigger then you now and has been since junior high. 

“Still wild to think about.” You laugh as Mingyu hops out the truck to run over and open the door for you, he’s never allowed you to open your own door since he started driving. 

“Oh, I guess Cheol’s mom is working today.” Mingyu closes the door behind you and puts the key in the handle to lock it as he stares at the familiar woman through the window that was taking someone’s order. “Someone must’ve called out of work today.” 

The two of you walk to the front door together, making small talk about anything and everything. Seungcheol’s mother greeted the two of you with a smile and handed you two menus once you sat down. 

“It’s good to see you sweetheart.” She smiles widely at you, she was always like a second mother to you growing up especially after you mothers untimely passing. 

“It’s good to see you too, you look great.” You smile warmly, despite any animosity you might feel for her son right now you will never be able to hate this woman. 

“I’ll start you two off with some water?” You both nod, prompting her to walk away. 

“So how’s the ranch?” You scan the menu, already knowing what you want but wanting to check to see if anything new was added. 

“It’s good, Cheol doesn’t work there anymore.” Mingyu doesn’t look up from his menu to see your surprised expression. “Mr. Johnson offered him a job as a mechanic after seeing the work he would do on the farm equipment.” 

“Mechanics suit him.” You smile at his mother when she comes back with your waters. 

“Do you two know what you want?” You both nod, letting Mingyu order first despite the look he gave you after you shrug and take a big gulp of your water. “Are you getting your usual sweetheart?” She turns to you.

“How do you remember what I used to order?” Your eyes widen.

“You’d order the same thing almost every time you’d come here since you were a kid and I’ve been working here longer than you’ve been alive so I have it practically engraved into my memory.” She laughs quietly as she takes your menus. “You and my son are the same in your consistency in ordering the same thing.” 

“Oh.” You could feel your face heating up at the thought. You’re happy she didn’t bother to push a conversation as she went to help more people that came in. 

“You and Cheol are as opposite as opposite can be.” 

“You don’t say.” You roll your eyes playfully. 

The banter between you and Mingyu continued on, even after your food came you both found something to poke — and trust me there was a lot to poke at that has happened over the past three years that couldn’t be conveyed over letters and the occasional call here and there. 

“We should head out now, get you to the ranch so you can clean up and rest before tonight.” Mingyu paid for your guy's food like the gentleman he is and held the door open for you as you walked out into the warm summer air. 

“Am I obligated to go swimming tonight?” Mingyu shakes his head. 

“You’re not but we’ll all be swimming so,” He hops into the truck after opening the door for you. “Just to be safe you might wanna wear your swimsuit.” 

“Got it.” You nod your head before watching out the window again, committing your old hometown to memory again. The drive to the ranch was peaceful and long, sitting a few miles out of town on the opposite side of where the diner was. 

Once you got to Mingyu's house and greeted his family and caught up, you went to the spare room upstairs to unload your bags and lay on the bed to unwind. A quick nap was sure to help the oncoming headache you got so after changing your clothes to be a little more comfortable you crawl under the freshly cleaned blanket and almost instantly knock out. 

A couple hours pass by before Mingyu is knocking on the door to wake you up, telling you the guys are heading to the river now and that you two need to get going soon.

Groaning quietly as you sit up in bed and stretch, it felt nice to not have to worry about anything as this is the first summer you decided to not take summer classes as you'd be graduating early after this upcoming fall semester. Getting up and taking your walkman out of your bag again you took out the nirvana cassette and put in green day instead, the music more uplifting and giving you an ounce of energy to put your swimsuit on and a pair of shorts and jacket to cover yourself. 

“How was your nap dear?” Mingyu's mother greeted you as you walked down the stairs, your friend standing by the door waiting (im)patiently for you. 

“Amazing, sitting all day in those train seats takes a toll on your back.” You take your walkman headphones off and half hazardously shove them into your jacket pocket. 

“Tell me about it, I can’t sit for too long now without going stiff.” She smiles warmly as she wishes you two well as you b-line to the door after Mingyu told you to hurry up. 

 “Couldn’t even give me time to say bye.” You grumble as you shuffle up to the truck where Mingyu was holding the door for you. 

“Sorry cherry pop, the guys are waiting for us and we still gotta get drinks.” 

“Why are we getting the drinks?” You buckle up and put your headphones back on, both of your tastes in music are dramatically different as he puts in a country cassette into the radio. 

“You’re home, they want you to get what you want instead of drinking what they like.” 

“They still drink that shitty dollar beer right?” Mingyu nods. “Then we drink the same thing, not much has changed as I still couldn’t afford the expensive stuff being at college.” 

“Great, that makes this run cheap.” The ride to the corner store was quick, the street lights lining the road leading from the ranch to town making the trees look ominous. 

Once you guys had secured the alcohol you made your way to the river. The long body of water stretched for miles outside of town in both directions, and the one spot you guys have always met up at since junior high was hidden away. You had thick bushes to climb through and poison ivy to look out for as it wasn’t a regular site on the river to be at. 

“Mingyu! Y/N!” Jeonghan called happily when he saw the two of you emerge from the bushes. The bonfire was already large and roaring while Cheol and Wonwoo were already in the water swimming. 

“Hannie!” You smile and hug him happily, he was always the least affectionate person so when he offered you a hug you always took it. 

“How have you been? It’s been years!” He pulls away from the hug to greet Mingyu while sitting down in his chair and pats the one next to him that looked to have been occupied by Seungcheol at one point based on the jacket hanging on it. 

“I’ve been good, college has been tough but I'm graduating a semester early.” You smile at Mingyu who hands you a beer before he sets the box down and makes quick work to strip down to his swim trunks so he can join the other two in the water. “How have you been?” 

“I’ve been great, graduating a semester later than I should've, but I took a light load last semester because I was back and forth to be here for Cheol while his mom was in the hospital.” you nod your head while taking a drink of your beer. You never realized that his mom being in the hospital was that bad. 

“Mingyu didn’t tell me much about her being in the hospital so I didn’t realize it was that bad.” You look out at the three guys who are currently climbing the rock in the middle of the river so they can jump into the water.

“He wanted to write to you, ever since you left it’s all he had been beside himself about but when his mother got sick he wanted to write to you even more.” Jeonghans voice was soft, nervous that the said male would hear your two's conversation and start hounding him for spilling the secret. 

“I wanted to write him too, but-“

“But you couldn’t, I’m not as hard headed as Seungcheol so I get why but I don’t get why you couldn’t have let him down sooner.” You sigh, this was a conversation you knew you’d have eventually as Jeonghan was Seungcheols best friend outside of you and he was the only one that knew about you two. 

“I wanted to, believe me it was never my plan to break things off the day I was leaving but I was selfish and didn’t want to let him go yet.”

“You are selfish,” You laugh quietly, thanking him. “But he’s selfish too, this town holds too many bad memories for you and he wanted to tie you to it when you finally had the chance to escape it.”

“You know, I asked him to come with me.” You took another sip of your beer, your eyes back on the blonde who seemed to feel you staring as he tilted his head back and gave you a bitter smirk. “When I first got the acceptance letter and I was on the fence about going, he wanted me to go but he also wanted me to stay and so I told him to come with me so I didn’t have to choose.”

“He never told me that.” Jeonghan opens up another beer and gingerly takes a sip of it. 

“I’m not surprised, I think he thought it was a joke.” You finally tear your eyes off of Seungcheol to look at Jeonghan. “After that I didn’t tell him I committed and just continued to relish our time together.”

“Y’know, he wanted you to go because this was your dream but he wanted to be a part of that dream and you keeping that from him and then cutting ties with him when you left is what broke him.” 

“I didn’t mean to.” You mumbled and looked down at your half empty beer can. “He was the one that told me that if I wasn’t willing to make things work then he didn’t want to hear from me.”

“Well he’s dumb,” Jeonghan takes another sip. “But so are you.”

“I know.” You close your eyes and sigh, letting your head lull back on the chair. 

“Are you going to talk to him while you’re home? It is the first time you’ve been home since leaving after all.” 

“This isn’t my home anymore.” You don’t bother to open your eyes as you take in the warm night air. This hasn’t been your home since you left and it hasn’t felt like home for far longer, the only thing (or person) that made you feel remotely anchored here was Seungcheol. 

“It was your home at one point, and I'd argue it still is because Seungcheol and the rest of us are here.” 

“Corny loser.” You mumble, a small smile cracking at your lips before you sit up straight. “I’ll talk to him, I promise. I had been prepping myself all week to mend things between us while I was here.” 

“Good.” Jeonghan smiles and downs the rest of his beer. “Now hurry up and finish drinking so we can go join them in the water before it gets colder.” 

“You’re going to die in that water, it’s too cold for you already.” You laugh before downing the rest of your beer so you can strip down to your swimsuit, making sure not to toss your walkman around too much. 

“I’ll manage.” He shrugs after taking his clothes off too before walking cautiously up to the edge of the water. He barely touches it with his big toe and he curses. 

“Told you,” You stand beside him and watch his reaction. “You just gotta go in as quick as you can.” You show him how it’s done as you take a deep breath in and hold it as you quickly walk into the water before you’re deep enough to dive under. 

“Show off.” He huffs before he follows in your footsteps, cursing the whole way up to his shoulders. 

“You did it han,” Wonwoo pats him on the shoulder. “You’re shivering already.” 

“It’s fucking cold and you’re all insane.” He huffs and starts to swim around a little, letting the cold water soothe his warm skin. 

“I think it feels good.” You had popped back up next to Mingyu who was standing with Seungcheol who was watching Jeonghan worried. 

“It does feel good.” Mingyu lets the water support his body as he starts to swim backwards, no longer being a wall between you and the ire of your freshman year of college. 

“It’s good to see you Y/N.” Wonwoo gives you a small smile before he also swims away, leaving you and Seungcheol alone and seeing the look on Jeonghan's face in the distance makes you believe that this was planned. He clears his throat when he seems to realize you two are alone.

“Um,” Is all he manages to say before you’re taking a deep breath and turning to look at him. 

“Hi Seungcheol.” He flinches at the use of his full name.

“Ouch, hi litt-“ He catches himself using the old nickname he had for you. “Hi Y/N.”

“God I hate this.” You can’t be bothered to hide the fact that the whole situation makes you sad and angry already, you missed him and he was right there in front of you and you were both acting like you wanted nothing to do with each other, which might’ve been true right after you had left but as time went on it faded into longing and anger at oneself.

“You hate this? How do you think I feel?” He crosses his arms and looks down at you. 

“Cheol I-“

“I don’t want to hear excuses.”

“Ok asshole I was going to apologize but not anymore.” You roll your eyes and turn away from him so you could swim away, the conversation you had with Jeonghan felt like complete bullshit now. 

“Wait,” he grabbed your arm to spin you back around, the water splashing violently at the fast movement. “I’m sorry, for everything.” It was rare that he’d ever apologize and right now it felt out of place as he had no reason to apologize at the moment. 

“I practiced how this conversation would go for weeks and this was not one of the ways I accounted for. You weren’t supposed to apologize first.” You look up at Seungcheol who was just staring at you silently now, his hand still holding tightly on your arm. “Seungcheol I-“

“Stop calling me that.”

“Stop interrupting,” You huff, the smallest smile forming on his face “I’m sorry for how I left things and for everything leading up to when I left.” 

“Y’know, I spent most of the first year you were gone blaming you, and then I started blaming myself until my mother made me realize that neither of us were to blame and then I spent the remainder of the time just numb.”

“If you stopped blaming me, how come you didn’t write to me?”

“You never wrote to me.” He sounded hurt and you were hurt too but you hated the pain in his voice and it caused you to move closer to him, hoping you could erase even just a hint of it.

“I’m sorry, there was never a time where I didn’t think about writing to you but your words kept playing in my head about how you never wanted to hear from me if I left our relationship behind.”

“It wasn’t much of a relationship then was it, we were just friends exploring each other,” That’s what you liked to tell eachother when you were in denial about your feelings. “I wrote letters, most of them are stamped and sitting in my desk drawer because I couldn’t bring myself to send them.”

“Yet you bought stamps for them?” You raise an eyebrow curiously. 

“Yes,” He huffs, trying to hide the ounce of embarrassment he’s feeling. “I’d get these bouts of feelings where I’d want to send them and I’d get all the way to the post office with a stamp on the envelope and the second I’d park I’d back out and go back home only to hide it away with the others.” 

“Cheol…” 

“I know it’s probably stupid and I’ll just burn them all now since you’re home and-“

“I’m not staying,” You cut him off for some reason. “I mean I’m staying for the summer but I’m going back home to finish my last semester of college so I can get a job at a vet clinic there.” 

“That’s ok, this time I promise I will write.”

“You should come with me.” You blurt out like you did all those years ago.

“I can’t leave my mother, she won’t leave this town and with her health fluctuating I just can’t.” He gave you an actual answer this time unlike he did when you were younger. 

“I get it, she needs you.. But one day you have to leave this place, don’t you think?” Your hand gently touches his arm as you drift even closer to him. 

“I never thought of leaving until you left.” He mumbled as his hands moved to ghost over your sides that were under the water. 

“One day?” You sounded hopeful. “Even if we’re old and married to other people do you think you’d still leave?” 

“I..” His voice trailed off as your breath got closer to his face. “I’d never marry… unless it was you.” He whispered before he finally kissed you, the weight of what he said disappearing as you both got lost in the taste of each other. After what felt like an eternity you finally pulled away out of breath, a quiet whistle could be heard from behind Seungcheol somewhere and you assumed it had to be Jeonghan since Mingyu would’ve quite literally jumped the two of you. 

“Cheol- '' He cuts you off.

“Let's enjoy the night, yeah?” He didn’t want to talk about what he just said, or what the future would hold anymore. It’ll take time, you both realized, for things to go back to normal but for now you were content with how things were because this time he knew what to expect when summer ends, he just hoped that you’d change your mind about long distance relationships. And you hoped he’d change his mind about rotting away in this small town.

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a/n: i have a hard time finding unique words to add into my writing, it honestly sucks. also, gonna try to get jjk stuff out if i can.

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!! series !!

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18+ !! MINORS DNI

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cw: aphrodisiac fruit, flicking da bean, female anatomy/pronouns, f!receiving, gray a freaky dom, reader subby but it’s ok, degradation..

tags ✮⋆˙  afab!reader x gray, enemies to lovers, smut, angst

now playing: wild thoughts - dj khaled, rihanna & bryson tiller

❅ chapter 2: wild thoughts ❅

You pondered by the window, watching as the trees and and fields blurred from the speed of the train. You could feel a pit in your stomach as you thought about the idea of going on a quest with the ice wizard. Usually, you teamed up with Natsu and Happy when doing jobs, but with the both of them out the guild at this moment, you had to take the low blow by temporarily teaming up with Gray Fullbuster. Nonetheless, it was only one job and after that, it’s back to becoming enemies again. Plus, you’re desperate for money.

You halted your daydreaming as you looked down at the job flyer, studying it's contents, especially the hefty reward. You calculated how you could split it into 50/50 with your fingers before you hear a slight chuckle. As you looked up, you noticed Gray smirking at you, his white jacket drapped over the velvet seats as his legs were shifted into a man-spread.

"Man, I just wanna get this job over with so I can go back to napping," he laid his head upon his hand as he stared upon the sceneic view of the passing greenery.

You sighed, "Trust me, I'm in the same boat. If we wanna finish this in time, we're gonna have to work together."

He chuckled at your response, "Say, [Name], why do you hate me so much? You've always had it out for me since we were kids."

You stayed silent at his question. Your hatred for Gray had multiple layers to it that it was simply too much to unveil to well...him. Every time you see his face, all you could think about is the moment you saw his master giving up her life to save the shirtless idiot. If you were in his shoes, you would've never dared to face the ruthless demon known as Deliora, and she would've been alive today. A hasty idiot who let his own master die, how could you not hate him?

"...You just left a bad impression on me, plus I hate your face," you go back to inspecting the flyer.

He hissed at your words, "So you're basically just mad at me for nothing?!"

"Look, can you save the hostility for the battlefield, or the very least, after we're done with the mission?" You rolled your eyes.

He growled at your response before going back to his original position, his body slumped onto the seat, "Whatever, witch..."

You both decided it was best to stay silent for the rest of the train ride...

----

After an hour of constantly passing the same scenery, you both finally made it to the destination. You both stretched out your ligaments after sitting in a cramped section for a long period of time.

"Man, I forgot how excruciating train rides are," the ice mage yawned as he twisted his body. Your eyes lingered a little long at his lean body, abs toned and chisled as he turned and stretched his body, as expected for a man who's constantly fighting with raw strength, it would make sense why he's built like that. Before your eyes could land on his chest, you diverted your eyes.

You cleared your throat to excuse the slight red hue on your cheeks, "Gray, where are your clothes?"

He arche his brow in confusion before looking down to see that he's now in his boxers, "Dammit! This happens every time!"

You snickered, "Can you keep the stripping to a minimum, not tryna get arrested before completing the mission." Your attempts to hold your amusment failed as you bursted out into laughter, wiping your tears in the process.

He felt his cheeks burn at your reaction to his annoying habit, it was clear you were doing this on purpose to embarrass him, "Oh shut up, lava witch! If you had this habit, it wouldn't be funny would it?!"

"Ugh! The name is getting old y'know. At least have some diversity in your insults, popsicle brain," you flicked his nose.

He grumbled as he rubbed his nose, "Lava witch..."

After leaving the station, you followed the path of the map provided by the back of the flyer. It required taking a long wooden stair path to reach the village as it wrapped around the volcano. The more you progressed on the path, the more the air started to become warmer. Humid had turned into hot, not that it really affected you as you were used to high temperatures from your lava magic. However, the ice mage seemed to be the opposite as his movements became sluggish and his body became drenched in sweat; in fact, his sweat alone can fill a bathtub.

"Hurry up, we don't got all day!" You yelled in frustration, watching him barely drag his feet as he continued struggling to step on the wooden stairs.

"Dammit, [Name], are you sure this is the right direction?! My clothes feel like they're about to melt!" He retaliated back as he continued taking baby steps along the shabby stairs.

You rolled your eyes, "You’re not even wearing clothes to begin with, and can’t you just use your ice magic to cool yourself off?!"

He groaned, "I'm tryna save my magic energy, you heat freakazoid!”

“See, I would normally be annoyed at your weird nicknames for me but they’re so painfully bad and uncreative that it makes me feel better about myself!” You yell from the top.

He growled before looking up at you, “Can you quit the bickering and help me up?! I feel like I’m gonna pass out!” You swore you saw his soul leave out of his body as he went limp on the next step.

You facepalmed before walking down the stairs to retrieve your ice companion, “I think i’ve found another reason to be pissed off at you…” You wrap his arm around your neck before using all your might to carry a napping Gray.

“Thank God I took up those endurance training sessions with Erza…” You huffed as you continued to carry the heavy man on your shoulders.

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You finally made it to the top of the stairs before dropping the ice wizard onto the ground, catching your breath in the process.

“Good, God! Are you really that intolerable to the heat?!” You panted as you pressed your palms on your kneecaps.

“I was trained for snowstorms not volcanic eruptions!” He slowly got up, his legs wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

You grunted, “Whatever, let’s just get this stupid job over with before I throw myself in lava.” You dust off the dirt on your shirt before walking towards the village.

The village had a reddish-orange aesthetic to it, the buildings made out of clay and stone, and the village folks wore different colored garments. Very maximalist. Magnolia was already a fashionable city in itself but seeing everyone dripped in jewelry and stylish garments puts those weekly sorcerer models to shame. You could say, it was a fresh breath of air seeing a whole other aesthetic than just your average crop tops and bootcut jeans.

“You don’t look like you’re from this area. Are you perhaps tourists? Ooo, maybe you’re here for a honeymoon,” an old woman approached the both of you; Judging by her clothing and appearance, she looks to be a local.

You quickly nod your head, “Uh- no, no. We’re not married!” You cleared your throat from the awkward moment the woman created between you and Gray. You felt your ears slightly blush from the embarrassment.

“Ahh, boyfriend and girlfriend.“

“Yea…no.”

“Talking stage?”

“No..”

“Your crush.”

“Nope.”

“Situationship?”

“Isn’t that just the talking stage?”

“Ahh, lemme guess. Exes to lovers,” she nods in assurance.

“That would mean I’d have to date this idiot, which is neverrr…” You crossed arms before blowing a piece of hair out of your face.

“I could never date her, just being near her pisses me off!” Like you, he crossed his arms, his biceps and abs still glistening from sweat.

The woman ogled Gray’s shirtless torso for a bit before shaking her head to snap out of her trance, “Anyways, why come here when you’re not here to ‘get it on’ like most tourists who come here.” She jokingly does an inappropriate gesture which obviously made the both of you uncomfortable.

Your lack of research and knowledge on this place was starting to become more prominent, you never knew the village was a known tourist spot for couples or newly weds. You were too caught up with getting the job done in a hasty manner, you didn’t bother to look the place up before leaving. Not really a good thing, but oh well...

Before you could blurt out a word, Gray interrupts you, “We saw your ‘help wanted’ poster about the volcano erupting.” He wipes the sweat off his forehead with his shirt in-hand.

“…Yeah, what he said.”

The old woman’s face lit up hearing Gray’s words about taking up the job, “Oh! You must be from Fairy Tail! Yes, yes, we’ve had growing concerns about recent volcanic activity and we could really use some help to y'know...keep the volcano in check."

"Well, that's why we're here to help," you smiled awkwardly before nudging Gray's arm.

"Oh- Uh yeah, right," he rubbed the back of his head, still supporting that grumpy nonchalant face he usually has.

She smiles back, "Oh, where are my manners, I'm the village healer! So nice to meet you! And you are...?"

"Um, I'm [Name] and this is my p-partner, Gray," you stuttered at the mention of calling Gray your partner. He was still wiping the sweat off his body and fanning himself before shooting a small wave at the lady.

"You good, bro?" Your voice hinting with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just hate hot temperatures," still wiping the sweat dripping down his face and torso.

"Ohhh looking fine indeed, Gray," she started drooling at the sight of his muscular body, the rays hitting his abs perfectly to capture the glistening sweat coating them.

"Uh...what-"

"NOTHING!" She shakes her head before clearing her throat, "Anyways, about the volcano..."

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You both listen intently on the old woman's words as she went in-depth about the situation. It seems that there have been reports of magma spillage that had been the cause of a few buildings to get destroyed. Unfortunately, none of the villagers practice ice magic as most of them adapted to honing lava magi-

"Wait hold on, then why send me and Gray on a mission together when it seems like everyone is this village specializes in lava magic?"

"I mean to be honest, we only requested an ice wizard for the job."

You bit your nail as you went into deep thinking, "Then, why did Mira- OH." You felt your eye twitch before snatching the paper from Gray's hands.

"The hell was that for-"

"SHUSH!" You stuck your pointer finger at him while inspecting the flyer again.

As you scanned between the lines of the paper, you noticed a small change added to the requirements section.

"LOOKING FOR ICE WIZARD"

It seems like someone (you already knew it was Mira) scribbled a little edit onto the 'requirements section' -- "and a lava wizard!!"

You throw the paper on the ground before glaring at Gray. "WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?!" You then pick up the paper before walking towards the village without saying a word.

"So about your relationship with her..."

"Please stop talking..." He facepalmed.

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While walking around the village, your eye catches the marketplace. There were a variety of stalls for you to look at: from selling exotic jewelry to strangely-shaped fruits, it was like entering a new world to you. Very reminiscent to the first time you landed at Magnolia... You were practically ogling at the sight of all the glittery trinkets and clothing laid out on the tables, imagining yourself wearing such intricate outfits.

Though villagers made it very clear that you were an outsider as they ran up to you, constantly shoving their products in your face in hopes that you buy it. You politely declined all their offers as you wanted to budget the cost of the motel and-

"Oh sweet Jesus..." At the corner of your eye, you notice a beautifully crafted dress singularly laid out on the table, as if it was beckoning for your call. It had individual gems sewed onto it, dark-red fabric with black lace to give it an elegant yet fierce looks to it. You also eyed the jewelry and accessories that would pair well with the dress.

"HOW MUCH FOR EVERYTHING?!" Your booming voice startled the poor vendor...

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"[Name]! Where are you?!" He called out for your name in hopes of finding you around the village square. It had been 20 minutes since you ran off, the ice mage had become frustrated with your sudden absence. He groaned under his breath, "Dammit, this girl is so difficult, it pisses me off. It doesn't help that the heat here is so unbearable!"

"Gray! I finally found you!" You run towards him.

He tiredly sighed, "Thank god, I was worried-"

His eyes widen at the amount of bags you were holding, it looked as if they were about to fall off the straps at any moment from the weight of the luxurious goods you acquired.

"How much did you spend on all that..." He questioned you with concern.

"Price is just a number, cunt stays forever," you sassily flipped your hair. You look down at your bags, staring at the shiny jewels peeking out the bags.

He pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at you again, "Look, you wanna finish this mission in a timely manner, right? Then, let's get going already."

You stood there silently for a moment before speaking, "Ah fuck, you're right." You dust off the dirt on your legs before grabbing the shopping bags along with you, "Hope you don't mind, but I had to borrow a few jewels from you."

He stares at you in confusion before feeling around his pockets, "Since when did you take my wallet?!"

You deviously smiled to yourself while your back faced him, not even bothering to answer his question...

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It had already been a long, tiring 7 hours of studying the lava’s behavior while creating strategies for Gray to cool down the hot magma. You did your best to assist Gray by meticulously bending the molten rock in hopes that it would calm down while Gray focused on cooling it down. It took trial and error to perfect the best strategy while having to beat both you and Gray’s depleting magic energy. The volcano was huge and it didn’t help that it was the two of you taking care of the problem.

As the night time hit, you saw the glowing orange start to dim as the lava reverted down to its original “sleeping form.” You felt a wave of relief as watched the molten rock solidified, wiping the sweat off your face from the strenuous job.

“We did it, oh my god! Finally!” You jumped up and down in excitement before hugging Gray. His eyes widened at your sudden reaction, the feeling of his racing heartbeat echoed in his ears as he felt your breath nearing his neck.

You opened your eyes, realizing what you had done before pushing yourself off him and slowly back away from. You awkwardly scratched the back of your ears before clearing the imaginary lump in your throat, “Sorry, that was out of habit. I usually hug Natsu and-”

After hearing your words, he snapped out of his trance before clearing his throat as well, “What? Oh yeah, I don’t care. I was mostly focusing on the hefty reward that will be getting soon.” He stretched his arms before yawning, hoping to cut the awkward tension.

“OH, yes! We should tell the village healer about finishing the job and then we can go straight home and then go back to being good ol’ enemies,” you awkwardly laughed before swiftly turning the other way to walk towards the village area.

“Aha..yea…” He followed behind you.

As you both walk down towards the village square, a hoard of villagers crowd around the both of you, thank you for preventing their village from becoming another Pompeii. They gratefully shook your hands while handing you small trinkets as a token of their appreciation for the effort you both put into the job.

The both of you smiled and greeted all of them before an old man with a fancy headpiece while carrying a walking cane approached the two of you. You bit the inside of your lips as you waited for the man to speak, “H-hello.”

He stood there silently before smiling, “Ah, I see you both prevented the eruption of the volcano. Well done I must say!”

Everyone started clapping while they whistled and yelled your names out in celebration. You shyly chuckled at his response, “Well, it would’ve been a shame if this beautiful village burnt down to molten rock.”

He grinned before correcting himself, “Where are my manners? I’m the chief of the village and I wanted to personally come down to thank the two of you for doing us a big favor by saving our village and conquering that volcano!”

“Aw come on, chief, we’re just doing our job,” he scratched the back of his head.

“No, no! In fact, we wanted to host a big feast for the two of you! Come, come!” He gestured to the both of you.

“Oh, but we gotta get home-”

He laughed, “My dear, it’s so late. I’ll let you stay overnight for free at one of our popular hotels here!”

You and Gray looked at eachother for a moment for sighing, “Well, I guess we can’t say no to that…” You awkwardly laughed as you fidgeted with your hair.

“Oh, wonderful! Our chefs have made the best dishes to treat our lovely heroes!” He excitedly grinned at you both for skipping towards the buffet table.

You sighed in defeat, you were tired, sore, and ready to plop onto bed but nonetheless, it didn’t hurt to accept their gratitude. The people were genuinely kind to the both of you, so it didn’t hurt for you to stay for a bit out of politeness.

Gray chuckled, “Man, after all that work we did the whole day, it wouldn’t hurt to feast a bit.” He patted your back before passing by you to sit down at the dinner table.

You stood there hesitant for a moment before shrugging it off before following behind him. You pulled a chair next to Gray, his focus shifting towards your sudden presence as you stared upon the giant platters of food laid out for everyone.

“Ahh, I’m so glad for the both of you to join us! Eat all you want, this is your celebration after all!” The chief laughed before munching on a turkey leg.

You smiled at his gesture before grabbing a few pieces of from the giant platters laid out on the table.

In the corner of your eye, you noticed the village girls attempting to get “friendly” with Gray. Pressing their chests along his arm, complimenting his physique, even tracing the outline of his abs through his compression shirt. It was very clear that Gray was a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable with the attention that he was getting to the point your can tell he was trying to cover the blush on his face while dismissing all their advances.

“Y’know, whatcha did for us back there was so brave of you.” A flirtatious tone in her voice, hugging onto his arm with her cleavage.

He turned his head to avoid the sight of her large breasts pressed onto him, “O-Oh, yeah it was no problem! Y’know, I couldn’t have done it without-”

“Wow! Your muscles are like…so huge. You must really take care of your body,” another girl was squeezing his other bicep while biting her lip.

He laughed awkwardly, “I do a lot of missions like these so it’s like i’m constantly exercising.” He slowly picked at the food on his plate despite the girl still stroking his arm.

“Hey, sexy, how about we ditch the dinner and we show you a great time in private,” a third girl behind him winked as she traced her finger along his shoulders and chest.

Before he could speak up, you slammed your cup onto the table hard enough to grab the girls’ attention, “Heyyy, I’m not feeling too good. I think I drank a lil too much.” You grabbed Gray’s shoulder, “Hey, partner, how bout’ you do me a favor hold my hair up while I barf in the alley, aight?” Your words slurred in the process.

He stated at you confused for a second before realizing your true motive, “O-Oh yeah! I gotchu!”

He ‘helps’ you stand up as you pretend to wobble around in a drunken state, giggling hysterically as you wrapped your arms around him. The girls scoffed as they watched you get taken by Gray to a secluded empty alley.

After you guys were out of their line of view, you quickly shoved Gray off you, “Ugh, Im never doing that again.”

You brushed yourself off before facing him again. He stood by the wall, arms crossed while trying to maintain his ‘cool’ composure, though, the light blush on his cheeks and ears say otherwise.

“Y’know it’s kinda goofy when you try to be a tough sometimes,” you snickered.

He scoffed at your words, before looking towards you with a softer look. He cleared his throat, “Thanks for that, [Name]. I was actually glad you got me outta there.” He covered the lower half of his face to hide the remaining blush from the incident.

Your demeanor changed seeing him become more somber with you. You couldn’t pinpoint it but you surprisingly didn’t hate it. Usually, being around him for more than a minute would’ve turned into full-blown physical fight. Yet, you both stood there, no hair pulling or anything. For the first time in years, it felt kind of nice not arguing with Gray over something petty.

You shook your head to break your trance before clearing your throat, “Yeah, I felt kind of bad for you so I wanted to save you. Plus, their presence was ruining my appetite.” You rubbed the back of your neck while avoiding eye contact with him.

“You better not tell anyone or else i’m gonna fucking kill you.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah whatever, lava witch.”

“Shut up.”

You both went silent again, only the sound of laughing and talking in the distance.

“…Should we get back to the dinner or…?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m craving dessert right now!”

You both head back to the table, returning to your seats before the server approached the both of you with slices of an orange-colored fruit.

“Never seen this typa fruit before,” he inspected it with his fork.

Suddenly, the old village healer stood behind you, startling you in the process, “That’s a special fruit that only grows near the volcano! It’s a delicacy in our village actually.”

“I’ve read about certain fruits being able to grow near volcanoes but I’ve surprisingly never seen this one before,” you continued to eye the juicy fruit.

“That’s because it only grows around this volcano specifically! We do sometimes ship it out to other countries but it’s only found at certain shops.”

You stared at it before taking a nibble at it, “Wow! This is actually pretty good!” You picked up another fruit slice, savoring its sweet soft flavor.

Gray watched you before following the same action as you, “Holy crap, It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He continued to stuff his mouth with the fruit.

You both eventually cleaned out your plates and set it aside for the waiters to pick it up.

Gray yawned, “Man, i’m getting sleepy. How bout’ showing us that hotel the chief promised us.”

The old lady giggles, “Oh yes, right this way.” She gestured for the both of you to follow her.

As you walk past the village square, Gray notices a small alley way full of women wearing skimpy outfits and shiny jewelry. All of them staring at him as they tease him with skirt lifts and unzipping a part of their shirts.

“Over here, sexy!”

“Come over here and we’ll show you a good time~”

“How bout’ you ditch that girl and get with a real woman~”

He felt his cheeks heat up before looking away in embarrassment before whispering to you, “All these girls keep flirting with me, it’s so weird,”

“I know, you’re so ugly,” You said with a nonchalant tone.

“STOP CALLING ME UGLY!”

“WELL, HOW ABOUT YOU STOP BEING UGLY!”

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”

“MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED STRIPPING IN PUBLIC-“

“I TOLD YOU, ITS INVOLUNTARY!”

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain on your cheek, you felt around the area of impact as it continued to linger there. A red handprint. planted on your face. You turned towards Gray to see he also had the same handprint on his face as well, his face scrunched from the pain.

“Quit bickering already! You sound like an old married couple!”

“Did you really have to slap the both of us?!”

“For real! You could’ve just yelled at us to stop!”

She sighed, “I did but you both wouldn’t listen to me!” She continued walking towards the hotel, “Save it for the bedroom at least?”

“For the last time, we’re not a couple!”

“Hey, you never know,” she shrugged with a smirk on her face.

You and Gray groan in annoyance as you continued to follow the woman’s lead.

Eventually, you make it to the hotel before the old lady gives her ‘goodbye’s’ to you both. You shared your thanks before waving your fair wells to her. She leaves the two of you in the lobby before a lobby boy approaches the both of you, “Hello, i’m here to escort you both to your room.” You both greet him before following him around the hotel.

“There better be two beds,” you whisper to Gray.

“And if there isn’t?” He whispered back.

“Then, you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Ah, damn...”

The lobby boy turned to the both of you, “Is something the matter?”

“Nah, [Name] was just telling me how she wants to hurry to the room already cause’ she got some diarrhea to unload.”

“NO I DID NO-”

“Yeah, you better hurry if you want to keep your precious red carpets clean.”

“GRAY, IM GONNA KIL-”

The lobby boy let out a soft gasp, “Oh my, we don’t want that do we? In that case, I’ll make this trip quick.”The lobby boy quickly pushed the button, tapping his foot as he nervously waited for the elevator.

With his back turned away, you glared back at Gray, you can tell he’s trying his best to hold in his laughter at the immediate reaction to his lie.

“I’m so gonna kill you when we get back to the guild…”

“Hey, you’ve been ragging on me this whole trip. Lemme have my moment to shine.”

“YOU COULD’VE CHOSEN ANYTHING BUT DIARRHEA??”

“Oh, come on. You’ll live.”

“Well, now I want to die!”

After the excruciatingly 20 second elevator trip, the lobby leads you both to your suite. He takes out a golden key before opening the door, the room was decorated to the brim with gold and white, an elegant look to it. Though, what caught your eye was the singular queen sized bed…

Your jaw dropped at the single bed, “Ahaha, this must be a mistake. I thought it was two beds.”

The boy arched his brow at you, “The chief specifically told us to reserve a single bed suite for the both of you. He thought that you guys would like to have some time alone together during your stay.”

You felt your eye twitch, “Did he think that me and Gray…”

“You guys are a couple, are you not?”

“UM, no?? If anything, we were forced on this job together!” You felt your heart pounding from the adrenaline.

“And I don’t want to share a bed with the lava troll!”

The lobby boy sighed, “I’m apologize for the inconvenience but unfortunately i’m not authorized to switch rooms for you both as all the rooms are completely filled up this weekend.”

“Fucking holidays…” Gray mumbled under his breath.

You sighed before facing towards the boy again, you gave him a crooked smile, “It’s fine, we can figure it out. But we thank the village chief for allowing us to stay at one of your finest hotels."

The lobby boy apologized profusely before handing you the key and closing the door for the both of you.

You both dropped your bags as you sat down on the edge of the bed, distressed about the possibility of having to share a bed together.

————

Awkward. Silent. The sound of the clock ticking as time passed by at a slow rate. You appreciated the chief’s generous actions but the thought of sharing a bed with emo Jack Frost has been eating you up the entire time. But hey, it’s only for one night. What’s the worse that can happen?

“Uh, you don’t mind if I shower first, right? I wanna get this volcano ash off me.”

You sighed, “Yeah, sure, whatever..” You rubbed your temples, attempting to get rid of your stress.

“Come on, [Name]. One night isn’t gonna hurt. We’re gonna have to put aside our rivalry for just this time and then we can go back to beating eachother up once we get back to the guild.” He softly sighed as he grabbed one of the complimentary towels from the bathroom rack.

“Ok, well, it’s not just because we’re rivals but it’s also because your- well- a man! Plus, you have a bad stripping problem!”

“Ugh, fine, I promise I won’t take off all my clothes when we go to sleep…even though I prefer sleeping naked.”

“Gross! Don’t admit that!” You throw a pillow at him which he deflects.

He snickered, “Joking, I’m gonna shower now.”

You stick your tongue out at he closes the bathroom door, the sound of rushing water followed after. You decided to look around the room while you waited for popsicle boy, the room was spacious which went beyond comfort for you personally. A free suite? Now, who would pass that up? You were also hoping to find some extra clothes you could wear for the night. You didn’t plan on staying overnight in the village so unfortunately, you had no extra pajamas you could change into.

You looked in the closet to find a two pairs of white pajamas, “Sweet.” As you grabbed a pair, you felt a tingle up your spine. At first, you passed it off as just a normal bodily function until you suddenly felt your body temperature start to increase. Blood started pooling in your cheeks, tinting your cheeks red as if you just came back from a hot sunny day at the beach.

“What the hell is happening? Why does my body feel like it’s over heating…”

You collapsed onto the ground, your legs weak like a newborn fawn learning how to walk. You could feel beads of sweat dripping down your forehead, your breathing becoming heavier.

“Oh god, what if I ate something that I was secretly allergic to at the dinner? I never get hot, i’m a lava wizard for christ’s sake!” You whined as you shaking wiped your burning forehead.

You slowly lifted your head to stare at the body mirror: your face was beet red, sweat had started to form profusely to the point your clothes started feeling sticky, your hands couldn’t stop shaking no matter how hard you tried to control it.

Suddenly, the sound of pattering water had come to a halt, only drips of water had echoed behind the door to the bathroom.

You cursed at yourself as you attempted to grab the tissues on the bedside table, wiping the sweat off your face and body. You felt your adrenaline rush as you sat down, attempting to gain your composure before Gray could open the door.

The sound of the door knob being twisted before the door swung backwards, there stood a shirtless Gray. Your eyes lingered at his still dripping wet abs, toned and chiseled, an obvious sign that the ice wizard works out in his free time. The Fairy Tail emblem tattooed on his right pectoral, and a silver cross chain necklace to go along with his ‘cool bad boy look.’ Dear God, you could not stop staring at how huge his pecs were, like two pillows (would put those D-cups to shame). Your eyes trailed down to his protruding v-line, smooth and hairless. The towel covering up the place that is not for YOUR eyes to see. It didn’t help that his damp raven black hair was in a sexy pushback.

You felt your heart race as you saw the ice mage stand there in nothing but a towel. So many dirty thoughts pooled into your head at the sight of seeing him. You squeezed your eyes shut before looking away, your face was already red as it was but seeing Gray out the bathroom made your reaction even worse.

“O-Oh my- Gray, can’t you put on some clothes!”You still had your eyes tight shut.

“You see, that’s the problem. I realized that I didn’t bring any clothes so-”

“Cover up for God’s sake, you couldn’t have some decency to put on a shirt?! Have some decorum!” You stuck your hands out in front of your face to hide the raging blush on your cheeks.

He scoffed at your reaction, “Why’re you making it such a big deal? You’re acting as if you hadn’t seen me shirtless multiple times.”

You couldn’t properly answer, you just turned your head away from as you mumbled to yourself.

His face twisted from confusion to concern as he slowly crouched down to your level, gently grabbing your face. He could already feel the burning sensation from your increased body heat, “Jesus, you got a fever or something? Why’s your face so hot? And your face is so red!”

He slowly turned your face, his eyes widened by your tomato-colored face, sweat still dripping down your face as your breathing was still erratic.

He noticed your timid actions, the way you fidgeted with your hands and hair while attempting You still had your eyes tight shut. to avoid eye contact with him. He cleared his throat before calling out your name, “Uh, [Name]?”

“Huh? What do you want?” You scrunched your brows in confusion, a bead of sweat dripped down your face.

“You look like you’re about to melt into a puddle of water.”

You swipe your forehead to feel the moisture in your hand, “It’s just hot right now.”

“Thought you never get hot in humid conditions. Plus, it’s gotten cooler since night fall.” He gently laid the back of his hand on your forehead and cheek.

You whinced at his touch, you couldn’t explain it but it made you kind of nervous, hell, even embarrassed. You felt like a crushing school girl, the way Gray was gently caressing your cheek, his close presence next to you was making you feel some type of way towards him. A part of you was trying to deny that it was probably just your weird ‘allergic’ reaction making you feel delusional. Yet, another part of you couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased with the way Gray was acting towards you despite your hatred for the ice wizard.

“I’ll cool you down with my ice powers, alright?”

You nodded back in assurance, your heart still racing from the closed distance between you and Gray.

He sighed before using his ice magic to cool down your rising body temperature. Immediately, you felt some type of relief at the chilliness, you sighed as you felt your uncomfortableness start to fade away. His expression had become more relaxed at your noticeable reaction, “Better?”

Although, the ‘feverish’ feeling had went away, your heart still pounded at the sight of your icy rival. You tightly clutched your fists as you felt a wave of need start to pool below your belt. Oh God, what is this feeling?

All you could think about was how much you wanted him to rip away at your shirt as you watch the towel on waist slide down, revealing the end of his defined v-line. You felt so dirty. In all the years you’ve known Gray, you’ve hated his guts with a deep burning passion. Ok…maybe it was more of jealousy but of course, you would never admit that.

He was just some snarky annoying stripper who always said the right things to rile you up. Just seeing his face made you want to turn it into a punching bag.

Yet, here you are: squeezing your thighs as you ached to stimulate the neediness between your legs.

“Gray,” your voice hushed but loud enough for him to hear.

“Uh, yeah what’s up?” He questioned you, still confused about your strange behavior.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you mumbled under your breath.

He arched his brow at your statement, “Doing what?”

You grabbed the sides of his face before pressing your lips onto his. He let out a surprised noise, muffled from your suffocating kiss. You quickly unlatched your lips from his, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“D-Did you just…” He stuttered, a deep red dusted on his cheeks from your initial reaction.

You wiped your lips before turning away in embarrassment, “Oh god, what have I done?! I just kissed you!”

His heart started to beat faster than ever. Not too long ago, you were ragging on him for embarrassing you in front of the lobby boy. Next thing he knew, you started kissing him out of nowhere!

“Why did you do that?” His face turning a bright red.

“I don’t know?! I just- fuck! Seeing you in that towel is making me feel weird!” You covered your face in shame.

He couldn’t deny it, he did have some tiny attraction for you but passed it off as physical attraction. Not to mention, feistiness was kind of a turn on for him. There were times you would get into a fight/argument with him, just for him to get back home and jerk off while replaying it in his head. As much as he disliked your behavior towards him, he couldn’t help but be drawn to you somehow. He always liked your reactions when he teased you.

He smirked, “Well, it’s not like I’m hating, princess.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “E-Excuse me?”

He got close to your face, the feeling of breath hitting your lips, “I wouldn’t mind letting you slide this towel off me.” His lips landed on yours, his tongue parting your lips forcefully as it intertwined with yours. You let out a soft moan as you melted into the sensation of his lips. Before you could reach for the towel on his waist, you break off the heated kiss.

“Oh god, I just kissed you…again!” You pushed yourself off him.

He rolled his eyes before pulling your arm, dragging you towards him. He whispered sensually in your ear, “And we both liked it.”

You felt your ear blush, “I hate you, you know…”

He smirked, “Normally, you get on my nerves but the way you’re biting back is pretty hot.” His lips landed on your neck, nibbling the ticklish flesh.

You whimpered at the sensation of his warm tongue lapping over your skin. The way his mouth suctioned into you like an octopus, you didn’t want to admit it but it felt good…So, so good.

He eventually unlatched his lips from your neck, saliva connecting to the now purple mark stained onto your skin. He gave it one last lick before smirking back at you, “Oops, can’t let Mira see this or else she’ll get on our asses.” A snarky tone in his words.

You sighed deeply, as if you were holding your breath the whole time, “Gray-”

He used his pointer finger to pull down the collar of your shirt, revealing more of your cleavage. He whistled at the sight, “Don’t remember you having these…”

You scoffed, “Ever heard of puberty?”

He hooked his finger under your shirt, “Mmm, well thank god for that…” He gave it a light tug, pleading for you to take it off. He loved the way it hugged your figure, the way the v-neck teased that bit of cleavage.

You caught onto his actions before slowly peeling off the shirt, revealing the white sports bra you had on under. It didn’t make sense. Why were you willingly stripping for him? It’s not like he was even forcing you to do this…

“Damn, boring much?”

“It’s called practicality, idiot.”

“Well, it would’ve been practical for me if you had worn a clip-on bra instead,” he gently pulled the sports bra off you, revealing your exposed perky breasts in-front of him. Your exposed nipples hardened from the coldness of the air. A sign of Gray’s magic activating near you. His voice deep like a growl, “Oh wow…”

You whinced as he flicked your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he toyed with them like a cat.

“Ah…Gray, please.”

“Mmm, please what, Princess?” He groped your breast, giving it light squeezes as he circled your areoles.

“A-Ah mmm please, keep touching me.” You felt that same wave of heat wash over you again as you gripped his forearm, biting your bottom lip as you attempted to hide your moans.

He smiled at the scene unfolding before him, “Your shitty attitude has been pissing me off this entire day, I’d rather see you whine on the floor like a cat in heat while you beg for me to make you cum.”

“Oh fuck y-” Your sentence is cut off when he pinches your nipples, throwing your head back at the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Wanna say that again, princess?” He looks down at you with a devious grin.

You stammer, “F-Fuck y-you.”

He chuckles before getting close to your ear, his voice going down an octave, “Keep talking like that or I won’t touch your pussy.”

God, his voice is so sexy.

“Urgh, fine.”

“Good girl.”

He released his tight grip on your nipples before slowly sliding his muscular hand down your pants. You hiss at the feeling of his cold hands on your pelvis before you feel the pressure of his index on your clothed clit.

“Naughty girl, already getting wet from me touching your nipples,” he teases circles onto your protruding clit.

You let out a hushed moan as you felt your needy pussy begged for his touch.

He rolled the bundle of nerves between his fingers as he looked down at your pathetic stance, your panties becoming even wetter than before. His dick getting harder by the second as you moaned at his touch.

“Just this once…make me cum, oh god…” You whined while involuntarily grinding on his fingers. Your hips moving to their rhythm.

He flicked your bean faster as you whined for him, increasing the volume of your moans.

“Fuck, keep moaning like that and I’ll cum under this towel,” already feeling the tip of dick leaking with pre-cum.

Your breath hastened as his fingers worked miraculously on you, your thighs clenching ground his arm as if it were suffocating it. You grab onto your shoulders as you felt your body give into the pleasure of the ice wizard.

“Heh, if you weren’t such a bad girl, I would’ve made you cum on my dick…”

You couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed from your own karma punching you in the face. Maybe it was the hormones but you wouldn’t have complained if he pinned you the bed and fucked your brains out then and there.

“God, girl, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

You felt your body chase the high as your pussy became sloppy from his touch, tears welling up in your eye ducts in the process.

You were able to mutter a single word, “Please…”

He smirked at your pathetic attempt at begging before his fingers moved at an inhuman speed.

“Gray, I’m gonna cum sto-”

Your words were cut off as you reached your limit, your body trembled from ecstasy as you let yourselves go on his touch. Your skin felt hot to the touch, sweat dripping down your naked body, your clit felt swollen and tired.

Gray took his hand out of your panties, his pale fingers now coated with your creamy liquid before licking it seductively.

“Mmm, taste good, princess.”

“Shut up.”

You attempted to lift yourself off the floor as if you were a newborn giraffe learning to walk, yet, your attempts were deemed unsuccessful. You fell back down before glaring at Gray with a flushed expression.

He laughed at your pitiful attempt, “Oh man, I didn’t know I was that good!”

“Just get me on the bed you idiot,” you retorted.

He playfully rolled his eyes before scooping you up princess style, plopping you down on the bed, “Happy?”

“Very,” you said in a snooty remark.

As he lays down next to you, he turns toward your direction, “Let’s do that again.”

“Nope.”

You quickly pulled the covers over your still damp body before clicking the light switch on the lamp. The room now filled in dark silence.

As you closed your eyes, you felt your conscious drifting away as you wondered how the next day would turn out…

a/n: sorry for the rushed ending, i’ve lost my touch since i first wrote this months ago 😞

[jokingmisfit]

Never Again.

Platonic Yandere Metal Family x Reader

Prompt- “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

Notes- Reader is Dee’s twin. No gender mentioned that I remember. Heavy is 13 as in canon and Reader and Dee are 16

Warnings- Reader is injured, Reader was stabbed, Victoria yells at reader, Victoria and Heavy torture people in the living room but we don't talk about that, reader is scared of being seen as weak

The red head ranted and threw items across the room. You didn't pay much mind to the words because you knew whatever you answered wouldn't matter.

Finally the woman, your mother, hovered over you fuming. “It's fucking midnight! Where the hell were you?! Huh?!” She looked expectantly while crossing her arms.

The floor seemed more interesting than the anger or at least that's what you pretended was the case.

“I lost track of time at the library, that's all.” You exasperated.

Finally your father who stayed quiet spoke up. A menacing smile and a tilt to his head. “The library closes at 9.”

Sighing you look up. “I'm friends with the librarians kid she let's us stay as long as we stay in one spot and keep it clean… Normally she let's is know when it's closing time but she got busy and we all forgot.”

“Heh, and you expect us to actually believe you?” Your mom sneered.

“Why wouldn't you?” You asked nervously. “I've never done anything like this, I don't skip school, or get in trouble, or talk back… I made a mistake and I'm sorry.” Your hands shook lightly as you held yourself up. Only glancing at your parents as the seem to boil.

Nothing you said seemed to matter though as you spent the next hour be berated by both your mom and dad. On top you're grounded. 2 weeks. School then home then school then home. Nothing else, nothing more.

It was 1:13 when you finally got back to your room. It didn't make much sense to you how your twin or little brother acted out but you do something wrong once and you get banned from living a life.

At least they didn't find out the truth. Maybe they knew you were lying and that's why they really punished you, but it didn't matter as long as they didn't know what really happened.

Because what really happened will haunt you, and you refuse to let them know how weak you truly are. You would always pride yourself in being independent. While Dee and Heavy leaned on their parents you distanced yourself from them.

You had a job, you had good grades, and as long as no one noticed, you had good health

But of course that's what the big problem was. Bruises from where the men hit you rose across your body. And blood spilled onto your clothes where they slashed at you. The room was dark and your parents didn't see anything, but there were bruises forming on your face.

You were exhausted and you knew if you went to sleep now you might be woken by someone else and they'd see the mess that's been made of you.

You laid for 2 hours in that alley. That's enough sleep right?

Dee opens your door and slinks into your room. He thought you were pouting. He knew you got into trouble last night, but didn't expect what he saw.

If only you could have stayed up.

~~~~~~

You were sitting slouched on the floor book loose in your grip. You had tried staying up, but it clearly didn’t work. Bruises dispersed against your wrists, arms and face. Your tanktop bunched up slightly by your slumped form showing off the bandages delicately wrapped around your midsection.

Dee had made a decision at that moment to let you rest and to figure out what the hell happened to you.

You woke up to chaos. Your eyes were still heavy and blurry. The noises still didn’t quite reach your ears yet. It was the warm palm on your face that had you trying to wake yourself up. Your body was weighed down with pain.

Blinking quickly, large blue eyes and a frown were the first thing you were met with. “Dad?” you choked out, “What- what you doing?”

Your throat burned slightly, but it was nothing compared to the pain in your side. You couldn’t comprehend the fear of your family finding out what happened, you were too drained, too hurt.

“I’m putting you in your bed. You fell asleep on the floor.” Your father says smoothly.

It was disturbing hearing this voice so early. His normal pitch was lowered several octaves and his smile was nowhere to be seen. 

You tried to help by standing, but you were quickly tutted and moved into his arms. Of course you wanted to try, you still didn’t want to seem useless. It was concerning, you could hear your mother hollering in the background.

The worry was overwhelming. Was she angry with you or what happened? Will this change how they see you forever? Are they disappointed? What were you supposed to say?

Breathing deeply you were still held to your dads chest. It took a moment to realize he was in the bed with you. Holding you close to him as you lay on your non injured side.

“What’s happening?” you rasped out. As nice as it was to be held, your mom was upset and he should be with her.

Your dad let out a breath. “Your mother is taking care of some things while I take care of you.”

Humming acknowledgement to him you rested your eyes again.

Of course Glam kept it simple. He didn’t need to tell you he already stitched your side. He didn’t need to tell you that Dee hacked the library cameras and found the men who hurt you, or that the “things” Victoria was dealing with were the men that harmed you. He didn’t need to tell you that Heavy was so upset that he offered to help Victoria deal with these men. He also didn’t need to tell you that Dee was handing in the paperwork to the school for you to be homeschooled and a letter telling the librarian you won’t be coming back.

All you needed to know was you were safe.

And you’ll stay safe no matter what your family has to do. This will never happen again.

[freeandiwill]

The Daycare Attendant when you show up to work 🍃High🍃

Unfinished!!! I just spent too much time on this to leave it be tbh. Like barely even started.

You were gonna kill your roommate when this was all over. Assuming you didn’t die by then, which it really felt like you would. They had offered you a small, unassuming edible to end your day off of work last night, completely failing to tell you about that extra 0 on the package. You had relaxedly melted off into sleep…and then woken up absolutely blitzed with paranoia, shift starting in 2 hours. Those two hours felt like a thousand years, feeding yourself handfuls of chocolate chips whilst debating on whether you should, or even could, call in.

You squinted at the sun from the bus stop, trying not to focus on those constant shifts in your standing that made you feel like you were always about to fall. You couldn’t tell if you were more nauseous or hungry. On that cramped bus ride, surrounded primarily by the elderly, you had to stare at the floor to prevent laughing in someone’s face at the slightest hint of eye contact. You were so, goddamn, high. Making it to work felt like entering the first gate of hell.

The PizzaPlex, especially on a Friday afternoon, when was never the most soothing place on earth, but every irritating sensation was amplified by your vulnerable state. The blaring colors and sounds from arcade machines, the wafting scent of pizza and corn syrup, whines and screams from children and adult alike, the varied stickiness of the floor, all overlayed with faint synth music. It was a neon nightmare, the building becoming unfamiliar before your very eyes. You almost cried from the horrid symphony of it all.

But you didn’t. You smiled at guests and tried not to give away your intoxication. You bumped into two cleaning bots before you even made it to the daycare. Your throat burned with all the sobs and giggles you were holding in. You Thanked God when you made it to your station.

The daycare wasn’t any less bright as the main floor, but the lights were slightly softer and the music volume was a tad more reasonable. And the kids, while never completely silent, simply didn’t have it in them to squawk as loudly as their older siblings did. Though now you could only hope that none of those tantrums started.

“Hi Helper!” A little voice said the moment you slid behind your desk. Lilly was standing on her tiptoes to have her chin over the dividing counter, face already stained with what you could only think was jam. She was grinning with nearly all of her teeth left. “I made a pic-ta!”

She slid a multicolor interpretation of a…cat? Rabbit? Unidentifiable big-headed animal with plentiful smears and scribbles on a slightly damp piece of paper. You smiled so big, your cheeks began to cramp. Your stomach twisted, totally charmed and utterly unsettled by her work of art. You suddenly forgot how to do your almost favorite part of your entire job.

“W-Wow!” You started, “That is totally beautiful, honey! Is that your pet?” You were becoming increasingly dizzy. She couldn’t tell, could she?

“No! My daddy’s allergic-“

“Lilly! Do you wanna join this Duck Duck Goose game?”

The little girl squealed and bolted off towards Sun, who sits her down in a circle of equally giddy toddlers. Did he get taller? You don’t remember him being that tall. Was that even possible? Your thoughts were running a mile a minute.

Your breathing is already tense when he walks up to your desk, permanent grin testing the limits. His rays give a fluttery spin. Your organs feel squished within your torso.

“Heyyyy, Friendo! You were two minutes late, rule breaker!” His long fingers tap against the top of your computer. His tone is saccharine sweet, as always. You falter under his teasing and just barely manage a weak laugh, trying not to give away the shivers in your spin. You saw the man bot nearly everyday, considered him a friend even, but only know to you begin to process how scary he can be. “Buuuut, don’t worry! I clocked you in on time! You’re welcome!” He’s utterly chipper, you nearly can’t stand it. You thank him, letting your head rest in your palms before your weight gives in.

And then your worst fear comes true: he notices. “Everything okay there, buddy? Doesn’t seem like it.”

You already made a minor habit of coming into work a little sicker than you probably should have, “Especially considering you are working with children!” Sun gave you a good scolding for that. But this is different. This is an entirely new level of irresponsible. This was unemployment-worthy, possibly even arrest-worthy. Your stomach turned, looking Sun in the expressionless eyes, wondering how well his camera-vision could detect the stoned in your face.

“Uhm, yeah.” You lied, unconvincingly. “Everything’s great.”

He leaned even closer. The entirety of your face heated up. “That’s not pink eye, is it? How did you sleep? Have you hit your head recently?”

“Slept pretty good, actually,” That wasn’t a lie, “My head feels, uh, fine. And I’m pretty sure my eyes are always this color, hehe.”

It eased some of your tensions to crack yourself up, but the wheezing chuckles at something so unfunny didn’t put Sun in any sort of ease. Your head lolled to see past him, scanning the many groups of children amongst the padded floors and jungle gyms. “How long is this playtime?” You asked, “Naps are right after this, right?”

“Yup! Snacktime in an hour then naptime right after that!” Sun was very proud of his perfectly studied and coordinated schedule for the kids. In all fairness, you have heard multiple parents chatting about a significant positive shift in their children after their time at the daycare, so he had to be onto something. “You wanna tell me what’s going on now? It’s noooot very good to keep secrets from friends, ya know!” His tone had deepened, the electronic crackles in his voice more prominent.

You swallowed, noticing how dry your mouth had become. Fuck, did you forget your water bottle? “Maybe later. It’s fine, really.” You were still trying to convince yourself but he took the excuse for now.

“Oookkiiieee-Dokie! See you at lunch!” He spun around and bounded quite gracefully back into his assigned job, “Jason, what did I say about putting things in your mouth?”

You totally hadn’t packed a lunch either, it dawned on you. It seems like the only thing you left your house with was two tied shoes and a dream. And literally anything sounded good right now. This was gonna be a painful shift.

Unknowingly, for the both of you. Because it pained Sun not to dote on you in this condition you found yourself in. Caretaking was apart of his code and his dearest coworker was clearly in desperate need of it. You had cowered when he came to talk to you like he did everyday, jumpier than usual. You seemed to be in a trance when you made your first rounds with the broom, sweeping methodically. He swore he heard you mumbling to yourself as you typed the slowest daily report he’s ever seen. It took everything in him not to prod at you until you fessed up because you were acting so unusual. He’s seen you sick and tired and stressed and sad. He knew what you look liked when not at your best, he had evening single one of your little habits committed to memory by now, taking up an embarrassing amount of his internal storage. But this was entirely different; this version of you was throwing the patterns off completely. Since when did you enjoy counting the floor tiles? Since when did you flinch at moving shadows?

In all honesty, you didn’t look entirely different newborn deer, with how you carefully stumbled and dawdled about. He found the idea absolutely adorable, despite his worries.

For you, the minutes dragged on and you anxiously contemplated how you were going to tell him. Did he even…understand the concept? You know the main floor animatronics had some sort of anti-drug protocol installed thanks to the yearly D.A.R.E-Sponsored show. But Sun and Moon never got involved with any of that stuff. What if he just immediately dialed the police?Weed was slightly legal at best, and who knows the company’s policies surrounding it. Your chest began to tighten.

In a matter of time, Sun had passed out cheese sticks (which were really just repurposed stuffed crusts, a fact nobody was ever supposed to know) and only took a moment to look over the children before his head snapped towards you. That was your cue. Sun wasn’t allowed to leave the children while they ate, choking hazard, so it was your job to come to him. Walking through the playground sets felt incredibly surreal, and he looked like a god amongst the hoards of tiny people.

A few more of them greeted you, their “Helper” as Sun had nicknamed you for them. At the moment, it felt humiliating to be looked up at by their adoring, cherub faces. You tried your best in smiling back, and Sun surely noticed the forced nature of it.

“You’ve been productive today!”

“Oh. Have I really?”

“Heh. No, not at all, but you sure looked busy while doing it!l

He hunches slightly, letting his massive faceplate loom near your shoulder while his gaze doesn’t leave the kids, “Sooo, what’s going on today? You’re acting rather unusual.” At a lower, closer volume his voice is rather hypnotic, commanding. Or maybe that’s the high talking.

You bit your lip as you thought, probably for an unreasonable amount of time. He was in a very inquisitive mood today, which meant Moon was gonna be twice as worse. A nap sounded good too, though not as good as having something to eat.

“Can you, uh, promise not to get mad? Even if it’s in your protocol to?” Your voice is dripping with hesitation.

“Uh oh, have you been breaking the ruuulessss again?”

Your feet suddenly become unsteady and you’re forced to grasp onto his arm for balance. And immediately, he holds you back with a hand on your torso, unwilling to let you collapse in front of the kids. His gangly arms support you like you weigh nothing. His voice box gurgles for a second, “Goodness! Do I need to send you down to first aid?”

He had been monitoring your everything all day. Temperature, heart rate, blood pressure. They all checked out to be relatively normal, with some minor lapses here and there. But even then, you were just totally out of it and Sun just couldn’t stand not knowing what was wrong, what to do about it. Twinges of Fix It kept eating at his circuits, a distracting static he had been trying to regulate for years now and only got worse with every uncontrollable circumstance. Such as this one.

You clung to him, queasy and unsure.