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tparker48 · 1 year ago

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Request for Footslave-macro

This week has been the greatest time I've ever had with my boyfriend. He may be a shortstack compared to me, but he certainly can be a handful. First hand, we’re trying to try out new things when it comes to sex. I like to top, a lot. But I can't exactly have sex normally with him, he’d be a hot dog in 5 minutes. But..one day we both happened to have found a solution to that.

I was just sitting my ass down upon the couch, when I started to feel some wiggling. Getting up, I've come to find Ricky, shoulder deep against my backside. Pulling him out, I expected him to panic, but instead he wanted more. Granted, I said no at first, but he had a way with words. something' changed that day, and as time went by so did I. I don’t know how far the two of us will go but -

"Mph Mph!"

*Omali paused his typing as he scooted back from the chair, moving the covers from his lap as he sat nude. Tilting to one side, he parted a cheek as Ricky rested inside, his shoulders against his crack as the glutes hid his head from sight.. Placing a hand upon his shoulder, he scooped him out as he gasped.*

"How many times I gotta tell you? Don't wait until you’re quakin' to let me know you want up" Omali said.

"Sorry hun, but I couldn't help it. Your ass is too good!" Ricky huffed.

he moved in for another whiff, but Omali's fingers plucked at his head. "Hey, focus on breathing first. I don't want ya passing out like ya did on memorial day." He said relaxing his fingers as Ricky’s head bounced against his ass.

"Fine, I'll do that." he said softly, tilting his head sideways to breathe fresh air, but Omali’s ass as he felt the breeze from his nostrils across his flesh.

Omali rolled his eyes as he typed at his computers. Eager to let his fans know the predicament his younger boyfriend was in. But his words wouldn't register, finally sending the post into the save draft before he got up. "Damn, dun lost my train of thought."

"Perhaps I can help out?" Ricky asked, his head swaying between the surface of Omali's asscrack.

"You're not exactly a blogger hun. But I'll give ya pointers for some later. For now, I can't get myself walkin' with your head dangling behind me." Omali dug his hands into his beefy cheeks, ringing them just enough to pry the flesh apart. He felt the cool air take to the inside, warmth escaping as his musk filled the air. But it wasn't the only thing that filled it, as sniffs came from behind him. “Of course you are.” He rolled eyes playfully “go on, get in there.”

he pinched at his head, escorting him back inside as he pressed him against his pucker, the cheeks chomping down as they jiggled together. "Finally." Ricky muffled.

"Ai.." He firmly pressed as Ricky's head hugged into the crater of his crack. He could still feel his breath brush inside his hole, bypassing through the orifice as they climbed up his rectum. "Ay, quit blowing bubbles up my ass, I'm not some balloon you know." He clenched as he sent the bubbles back out. It's exit was messy, fluttering out from his ass in bursts before it simmered. Ricky's moans followed along with them, but muffled as Omali flexed his ass together. He shuttered over the vibrations over his glutes, moving over to his shorts as he pulled them over his rear. "Alright Ricky, we got grocery's to get. You want to take a break and get something, or do you just want to eat ass all day?"

He paused as he widened his legs, observing the outline of toes stretching into his shorts. A muffle soon responded, movement stirring as he felt Ricky's face nuzzle into his hole, his nose sticking between them as he felt the bits of flesh sink into his nostrils.

"Ass it is, who would have guessed." Omali smiled. With another squeeze, he made his way out the door, but left the keys to his car on the dresser. Why waste time driving, he couldn't risk smothering Ricky again. No, he was going to walk this time. At least then it'd make his ass more slicker to adjust him accordingly.

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over the course of the week, Omali and Ricky's intercourse slowly evolved. From minutes of him sitting on turned to hours, morphing from when they're alone to when they had a chance. The following week, Omali prepared for guests that were coming to visit for the football game this evening. Prepping the drinks, he sat them down before resting on the couch. "The preparations are almost complete Just gotta get the food set and-"

He stopped when movement lingered below him, tilting on his side as he felt Ricky's head wiggle to the surface of his ass. Lowering his pants, he exposed his ass to the open air, Ricky slowly popping out from the mounds as he looked around. "I suppose it's a better time than any to get your break in, Ricky."

"Gotcha, I was meaning to get something to drink before the game started. But I couldn't resist keeping my seat warm." He nuzzled Omali's ass, rubbing in a circular motion as the asshairs along them brushed between his fingers.

"Mmm, that feels good." Omali huffed, leaning his backside closer to his smaller boyfriend. He felt his hand sink deeper, massaging over his pucker as the folds nipped at his finger tips.

"Don't tell me a little finger play has got you excited hun, I barely moved."

"Hah, you of all people should know that won't get me hard." he reached over for a water bottle, handing it to Ricky.

"Yes yes, I know. You like it deep and intimate."

"You got that right."

A knock on the door interrupted them as Omali looked toward the shaded window, shadows dancing around as they awaited to be let in. "Looks like they're here." He reached back as he grabbed the bottle from Ricky. "I'll be taking that."

"Hey! Come on, I wasn't finished yet."

"You want to finish your drink?" Omali smirked. He pinned the tip of the bottle before he lowered it behind himself. parting his cheek part with his free hand, he nudged his thumb into his hole, pushing the bottled water between the meaty orifice. With a squeeze, the fluid inside rushed into his rectum, the last drop slipping inside before it slipped out of its grasp. "Go and get it."

"You sly dog, i figured you would try that."

"Its like you said, babe, I like it deeply. So.." He parted his cheeks against, water seepimg from his pucker as drenched his shoulder. "Get to diggin'"

"Oh ho, I'll so get you back for this." He simply said. With that, he leaned forward as he nudged his face into the hole. blocked by water, it spilled into his hair as the ring quivered. But Omali helped him out, pushing into him with a finger as the ring climbed up to his neck. It was only until his pucker touched his shoulder, did he stop.

"Well, I await to see what you can do." he clenched his ass to bring Ricky closer, hoisting his pants back up as he got up from the couch. "For now, I've got guests to greet."

He went toward the door and greeted the guests, escorting them all to the living room before he went for the food. An hour had finally passed as he sat in his lounging chair, the folks around gossiping on who would win the cup. But that wasn't what Omali was focusing on, his attention drawing to his waist as his boyfriend stirred inside. With all the sloshing he felt against his walls, he'd almost thought he had a fish in there. But it seemed lesser than before, more flatter as the wall molded around Ricky's head. "Heh, he managed to drink almost all of it. Good for him."

He looked around the room to observe his guests' gaze, each glued to the screen as they chattered. Without them looking, he grabbed one of his sheets hanging off the corner table, covering himself before he reached a palm into his pants. He cupped at Ricky's back, fondling at his backside before he pinched at one of his cheeks.

A moan escaped from inside him, the vibrations along the walls making him flex before he shifted around. "That's it..just like that." He thought deeply to himself. He placed his full weight into the sofa as he added more firm pushes. He always enjoyed the power trip he had over him, using his head like a plunger as he flushed his own ass. Pushing harder, he felt Ricky collide against his prostate, huffing deeply as his shaft poked out from his pants. He was quick to tend to it, forcing himself to adjust to hide his erection from the group.

But just as he flipped, he felt something small gloss against his walls, lips clamping around the bulb. "Cheeky bastard, he's sucking on it." Omali thought. He gave a clench to detour Ricky from doing it, but the rhythmic vibrations inside told him that wasn't going to happen. He felt Ricky's shoulder's cushion into his ass, his lips wrapping around the bulb as it clamped before a suction heaved it upward.

Omali felt himself start to leak, rushing to his shaft clog its ascent. But another clamp ushered his hand away as a grunt escaped from him, others looking at him as he pounded his chest. "Everything good Omali?" One of them said.

"Yeah, Yeah. Just sat on something is all." He pulled down the legs of the chair before he got up. "You guys continue watching, I'm gonna hit the john." He moved sideways to point his erection to the kitchen, making his way into the hallway as he closed the door to the bathrooms.

Taking off his pants, he grabbed Ricky's torso and heaved him away, feeling the lips around his prostate slide off before his hole expanded. With a pop, Ricky was back outside, his head coated with sweat and slime as Omali held him upside down. "Hmph." He laughed lightly.

"Told you I'd get you back for that." Ricky smirked, wiping away the slime climbing over his nose.

"Yeah yeah, I guess you did ya dare daredevil." Omali admitted. "But now you got me riled up, and I can't go back out there with my shaft as pointed as an arrow." He climbed his hands up Ricky's body, grabbing his ankle before he brought him closer, his head rested against his sac. "So use that sucker of yours and put it to good use."

"Oh come on, babe," Ricky said. "If you're afraid of being caught, all you have to do is say so." Ricky rolled his eyes playfully, taking to his boyfriend's shaft. Omali stood there as he got into position, feeling his warm palms slip into his inner thigh as he scooped his rod into his hands. With a switch, he felt the head slip into his mouth, its suction sending it across his tongue before he felt the throat muscles grip around it.

He huffed as Ricky worked on his cock, his slick tongue twisting around the base. But Omali wanted more, it wasn't enough to satisfy him just yet. Switching arms, he moved his free hand to the back of Ricky's head, nudging it closer as he felt his nose cushion against his balls. "There it is" Omali huffed, his boyfriend's tenderizing its length as it burrowed deeper. "That's the stuff."

He moved his hips slowly, pullimg his cock halfway before he plunged it back inside his mouth. Speeding up, he felt fluid race through him, exiting from his balls as they raced through the tube. As the cock stiffened, he cupped at the back of his head once more, pulling him close as seed expunged from his cock. Squelches muffled from Ricky's throat, his adam's apple bouncing as he gulped upon the shaft. When the last drop left his slit, he exhaled as he pulled Ricky off. Satisfied as he hoisted him up to his face.

"Did I mention how much I love it when suck." He smiled.

"Hah, almost every time I do it." Ricky smiled back.

Omali chuckled to himself, bringing Ricky closer as he kissed against his lips. But a knock on the door soon interrupted them. "Hey Omali, you finished in there? Halftime's almost over." A vlice said.

"Yeah, i'm just about finished." He replied. When steps lingered away from the door, he looked at Ricky, the younger boyfriend smiling as the two locked eyes.

"Well?" Ricky smirked.

Omali rolled his eyes. "What am I gonna do with you?" He tucked him back against his thighs, tucking his body beneath his cock before his head rested at his cheeks. Prying his cheek apart, he slowly pushed Ricky in.

"Be sure to sit harder next time, otherwise I'll go and suck your prostate mor-" Omali shoved his head between his glutes, swirling him around until his hole rested at face.

"Spoken like a true seat, just keep that tongue of yours coming and we'll see." he heaved his thighs as his cheeks engulfed Ricky's head. Pulling his hand out, he grabbed his pants and hoisted them up, turning towards the mirror. "God you make me look fat like this." He huffed, making his way out to the others as he closed the door.

#size difference #musk

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xutokawa · 4 years ago

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s/o finding scratch marks on their back

pairings: atsumu x reader, oikawa x reader

genre(s): angst, fluff in beginning, cheating s/o

warnings: langauge, cheating, allusions to smut, mentions of alcohol

wc: 1.6k

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a/n: i feel like writing some angst and nothing says angst like an s/o finding out their partner is cheating :’) send requests for other haikyuu characters if you want some more! i already have a couple drafted up hehe

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Atsumu

Curling yourself into a ball, you tightly clenched at the blanket, trying to imagine Atsumu’s warmth surrounding you. You dearly missed your husband, touch-starved from not seeing him for two days. A smile spread across your face knowing that he would be in your arms again in a couple hours.

You knew dating a pro-volleyball player would mean nights alone in your shared apartment. It was hard at first, but you slowly got used to it, knowing he would walk through the front door and come back home to you.

Later that day, you were quietly humming to yourself while cooking dinner for Atsumu and yourself when you heard the doorknob jiggling followed by the sound of keys. Excitement and anticipation coursed through your body as you quickly went to greet your husband at the door. As soon as the door opened to reveal the blond setter, you rushed into his arms.

“Y/n,” Atsumu breathed into your hair, holding you tight, “I missed you so much.”

Snuggling into his chest, you replied, “I missed you too.”

Pulling away, you looked up at him, “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up first.”

Atsumu placed a quick kiss on your forehead, muttering a quick I love you before picking up his bags and heading towards your bedroom.

Hearing the shower turn on, you returned to cooking. Hands dry from washing the dishes, you decided to go grab some lotion, heading into the bathroom. You stopped dead in your tracks, however, when you glanced at Atsumu.

Back turned towards you, the setter was unaware of your presence in the bathroom. Red, angry marks lined his broad shoulders as hickeys were dotted across his neck. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until your vision started blurring. Quickly slipping out of the bathroom, you went into your shared bedroom, packing a small bag with your belongings. Silent sobs racked your body as you imagined Atsumu’s breath on another’s neck, whispering sweet nothings into their ears as he gave himself away to them.

You couldn’t believe it. Your husband, your Atsumu. More than anything, you wanted to know why? What did you not give? Was your marriage worth nothing to him? Texting your best friend, you told them you’d be staying at their house for the night, not offering further explanation.

Did he mean it when he proclaimed his love earlier? You couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this. How many times has he betrayed your trust, indulged in another person as you patiently waited for his return. Scoffing in anger, you hastily pulled your ring off your left hand, placing it on his bedside table along with a note. Anger surged through your body as you stared at the diamond gleaming at you, memories of the day Atsumu got down on one knee as he asked to spend the rest of his life with you flooding back. That day, you left, never turning back, putting the past five years with Atsumu behind you.

The apartment was noticeably colder when Atsumu finally stepped out of the shower. Quickly changing, he walked out to the kitchen, craving your embrace. He couldn’t wait to sit down and just talk, maybe cuddle and watch a movie until the both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. The setter missed you dearly during his time away, and he wanted to make up for lost time. However, you were nowhere to be found. He searched through the entire apartment only to be met with silence.

Maybe she went out to buy something, Atsumu thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he noticed a note on his nightstand.

‘I’ll be gone for a couple of days. I’ll eventually come back for the rest of my stuff, but I just can’t bear to see you right now. I hope it was worth it. Glad to know our marriage was worth dog shit to you. Don’t come looking for me, the last thing I want to see is you right now.’

The note in the setter’s hands began to shake as he glanced at your wedding ring on the table. He thought he heard the door open in the shower earlier, but didn’t think much of it. It was only when his shampoo ran down his back that he realized he had marks on his back. Atsumu knew he messed up as soon as the deed was over. Your comforting smile continuously flashed through his mind as he pulled his shirt back over his head. He felt sick to his stomach opening his phone to find a text from you telling him to take care of himself when another person’s scent lingered on him.

He couldn’t lose you. He needed to find you, tell you it was all a drunken mistake. It was the alcohol, not him. The thought of you despising him made the setter choke out a sob, rushing out the door in hopes to catch up to you. It didn’t mean anything to him. It was getting too lonely without you, and he indulged in alcohol in hopes to fill the void. His eyes searched frantically, legs and lungs burning from running down countless flights of steps, hoping to catch a glance of you and bring you back him.

But it was too late. It was over. Atsumu already ruined everything.

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Oikawa

Frustration boiled through Oikawa as he rubbed his hands over his face. He didn’t mean to lash out at you, after all, you were just being a caring partner. Concerns for the setter’s health turned into a full-blown argument resulting with you in tears and Oikawa at a local bar, drowning his misery in liquor. His state of mind grew foggier with each shot he downed. So when the scent of perfume engulfed his senses as seductive whispers filled his ears, he gave in.

You were waken up by the sound of a clatter coming from the kitchen followed by a loud ‘fuck!’

Groggily, you glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand.

12:47am

Heading towards the source of noise, you found your boyfriend curled in a ball on the ground. The stench of alcohol overwhelmed your nostrils as you attempted to get your boyfriend to stand.

You couldn’t help but smile at the ‘I’m so sorry, y/n’s and the ‘Please forgive me’s coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth, assuming he was referring to your earlier argument. Sighing, you laid him down on your mattress, walking towards his closet to grab his pajamas. With great struggle, you successfully peeled the shirt from Oikawa’s back before he flopped back down on the mattress. Preparing to shove his night shirt over his head, your movements froze as you took in the claw marks running down his back. Blood running cold, you glanced at the setter’s face, seemingly peaceful as he slept.

Anger coursed through your veins at the thought of him running into another person’s arms when your relationship got a little tough.

Pathetic.

You scoffed as you threw his shirt on the ground. Blinded by rage, your mind didn’t register your hand coming in contact with his cheek.

A loud smack sounded through the empty night as Oikawa’s eyes shot open.

“You piece of shit,” you venomously spit out.

Confusion visible clouded Oikawa’s eyes as he began adjusting to his surroundings, obviously sobering up.

“Y-y/n, what was that for?” Oikawa began sitting up, eyebrows furrowed together.

“So what, we have one argument and you decide to go fuck some random person?” You raised your voice at the man sitting in front of you.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t-”

“Cut the crap, Oikawa,” ignoring the pain flashing through Oikawa’s eyes at the use of his last name, “The hickey on your neck and scratch marks are more than enough proof that you cheated on me.”

Panic flashed in Oikawa’s eyes as he realized what was happening, the gravity of the situation registering in his mind. He cheated on you.

“I-” Oikawa stuttered, words getting stuck in his throat at the thought of losing you. He couldn’t even make excuses, knowing he had been caught red-handed in his infidelity.

“I’m staying in a hotel for the rest of the night. I’m coming back tomorrow afternoon, and your shit better be out of here by then,” your eyes hardened as you turned around, beginning to pack a small bag with essential belongings. Panic rose in Oikawa as he scrambled to stop you.

“Wait, y/n, let’s talk this out,” Oikawa pleaded, tears welling in his eyes, “We can fix this, right? You can’t leave me, I love you!”

The setter’s heart shattered as you flinched away from his touch, as if it physically hurt you to be near him.

“If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated on me,” you managed to choke out, zipping up your bag.

“I do love you, y/n! Please, believe me,” Oikawa desperately pleaded, sobs racking his body, “I didn’t mean to! It didn’t mean anything, y/n, I can fix this, I promise!”

“You seem to have a habit of breaking your promises, Oikawa,” your voice audibly weaker. You needed to get away from him, away from the source of your heartbreak.

“Y/n, wait! Please-” Oikawa’s voice was cut off by the slam of the front door.

It wasn’t until 47 missed calls, 118 messages, and 32 voicemails later, that Oikawa realized you were never coming back to him. You had walked out of his life forever, and it was all his fault.

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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years ago

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Snow Angels ~ An Idiot (Affectionate) Story

A/N: A self-requested/self-indulgent winter fic using the prompts “There’s no such thing as Christmas Magic.” and Snow Angels and a little bit of First Snow. This was meant to come out for the solstice (and is set on that date), but nothing ever goes as planned. Word Count: 2120 Rating: T - pregnancy/birth and complications of, hospitals, mild language, references to Bad Samaritan, angst

“Heeey, how're my three favorite people in the entire world?” Derek asked, cradling his phone between his shoulder and ear.

“Derek, you need to come home,” Ryne answered through gritted teeth. Her tone made him go cold, dropping the cleaning rag and straightening, holding the phone in a tight grip.

“Baby girl, are you okay? What's wrong?”

He heard her take a few deep breaths.

“Our children,” a stifled noise of pain, “have decided they will not be, ow fuck, missing Christmas. And I need their father here.”

“What?” He couldn't figure out what she was saying but he felt like it was important and cursed himself for having a block now of all times.

“Derek. I. am. in. labor. Come home. Now.”

“SHIT!”

His mind went from too slow to every alarm bell ringing at once. He scrambled for his coat and keys, calling out to whoever else might be in the kitchen still that he needed to leave. It took him skidding and nearly falling on his ass across the parking lot for him to even realize that it had started to snow.

“You still there?” He said into the phone that he pulled back out of his pocket.

“Yes.” Ryne sounded annoyed and for some reason that made him smile.

“Listen, I'm on my way, I swear. But the weather's real bad. I want you to call Sean or Aunt Patty or an ambulance or somethin. Just in case I gotta meet you at the hospital.”

“No. No you need to be here. Derek, you promised you'd be beside me the whole time. This is part of the whole time.”

The mood swing made his heart leap into his throat.

“I know. Please don't cry. I know I did. But it sounds like our babies have ideas of their own. And whose fault's that gotta be?”

“Yours,” she grumbled. “Yours and your stupid penis's. I hate you.”

He laughed. “I love you too. But I gotta hang up so I can watch the road. And you gotta call a backup plan okay? I promise, I'll be there soon.”

Derek was worried, and doing a terrible job of not showing it. He was glared at several times by nurses and other patients alike for pacing, so he sat, leg jiggling rapidly. He was never a nail biter, but he was right now, edges torn ragged. It had been over two hours since he was kicked out of the delivery room, and he didn't know much about childbirth but a father being told "Sir, you need to leave" certainly seemed like a really bad sign. His whole world was in that room and he felt sick; he didn't know what he'd do if...he couldn't even think it.

He hadn't prayed in years, everything that had happened with Sean and Katie and that monster shaking his faith beyond repair. He found himself falling into old habit now, lips moving silently and one hand around the cross he still wore on his neck. He was still begging a God he wasn't sure of when a doctor came out and called his name.

“What's going on?” he demanded before the other man could speak. “Are Ryne and the babies okay?”

“It is not uncommon for twins to come early, but given how early they were, there were some unexpected complications,” the doctor explained.

Derek felt his stomach doing flips, and had to resist grabbing him by his bright white lapels and shaking him until he gave a straight answer.

“Your daughters are alright now, but we've sent them to the NICU as a precaution. You can go see them shortly.”

There was a pause. His ears were ringing too much to even register the word 'daughters' yet. The doctor hadn't mentioned Ryne, and his face looked like he'd eaten the world's sourest lemon. Derek's vision blurred.

“What about my wife?” He asked, voice thick with fear.

“There's no need to panic sir, but as I said, there were complications. She's currently still in surgery, and we'll be able to update you on her condition soon.”

The air was knocked out of his lungs and it was all he could do to stay standing.

“She's gonna be okay though, right doc?”

“Mr. Sandoval, she's still in surgery. I'm not at liberty to make guesses right now.”

A nurse emerged, glanced around, and made a beeline for them. She whispered something into the doctor's ear and left again.

“What? What is it?”

“The twins are clear, though they will remain under observation for a time, and one of them had to be set up with a UV lamp, if you'd like to go see them?”

He nodded numbly, trying to hold the fact that his babies were okay, and that Ryne was tough enough to survive anything, in his mind as he followed the doctor.

“We will also need some information for the birth certificates, including names, if you have them picked out. I'm sure one of the nurses will help you with that.”

Snow fell in slow, fat flakes outside the window. Derek cradled one of his daughters in his arms, her sister sleeping nearby. He knew that she would need to go back into the crib soon, but he wanted to make the most of every second holding her. It made him feel calmer, knowing they were okay and not going to disappear in a puff of smoke, at the same time that it frightened him. How could someone be so small, and so utterly dependent on him, of all people?

As if sensing his thoughts, she opened her (slightly yellowed) eyes to squint up at him.

“Hello, Frijolita,” he hummed, smiling and stroking a finger over her face.

She made a soft, pleased coo, her tiny arms and legs pumping once. He chuckled, feeling his heart escape and fly straight to her grasp with just that one little noise. His eyes drifted to the window again and he shifted her, tilting her upward so she could see, even though he knew it didn't mean anything to her yet.

“Do you see that out there, Sorsha?” He asked in a whisper. “That stuff falling from the sky is called snow. Mami loves the snow. Lord only knows why when she's always complainin how cold she is.” He kissed the top of her peach-fuzzed head. “She's going to be so excited to meet her two perfect snow angels.”

Sorsha cooed again, squirming until he moved her around to a spot she seemed to like. He found himself humming 'Winter Wonderland' and rocking her gently to the tune until yet another nurse stopped by, telling him she had been out from under the lamps for as long as allowed.

He was back in the waiting room, always the fucking waiting room, dozing fitfully when he was startled awake by a light tap on his shoulder. Night had fallen outside and there were very few people left in the room.

“Derek,” the nurse who was waking him, one he had gotten to know quite well over these hours, smiled at him, “I'm about to go on a break, but I thought you'd like to know that Ryne is out of surgery now. She should be waking up soon and then you'll be able to see her.”

It felt like the words lifted a massive weight from him and he almost could have kissed her for them.

“Can you tell me anything else?”

She pressed her lips together in a thin line, “I should let the doctor fill you in on the details...but she's really strong, and should have no problem recovering now that she’s out of the worst of it.”

“Thank you,” he sighed in relief.

“Of course. I always like delivering the good news.” She patted him on the arm. “I don’t want to tell you what to do, but I know Alma is awake, and they’re in sync enough already Sorsha probably will be soon, if you want to go be with them until the doctor lets you see your wife?”

“Yeah, I can’t sleep anyway. Thanks again.”

“Happy Holidays, you and your new family, Derek.”

“Hey, Mama,” Derek said, entering the hospital room, practically shaking from holding himself back, the urge to rush to Ryne’s side, to hold her and never let go, nearly overwhelming him. “How are you feeling?”

“I hate you, and we’re never having sex again, and I feel like crap,” she pouted.

“Okay. If that’s what you want.”

Despite her threat, she gave in happily when he reached her and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. He sat down in the high-backed rocking chair pulled close to the bed and took her hand.

“How are they?” she worried her lip between her teeth.

“Sleeping soundly. They’ve got a special crib so that Alma can sleep next to her, and Sorsha’s under a heat lamp thing like a little rotisserie chicken. It’s pretty adorable actually.”

“Did you just compare one of our daughters to a grocery store ready-meal?”

“What? No. I would never!” he bluffed, both of them laughing until the movement made Ryne grimace.

His thumb traced over the dye spots on her hand and arm, showing where they'd tried to mark a vein. A quiet settled over the room.

“You finally got me back huh?” He asked softly.

“What?” She frowned, sounding sleepy and confused.

“For, you know….Erendreich.”

“I–”

“You scared the shit out of me baby,” he pressed a kiss to her hand, holding it tight in his own. “They wouldn't tell me nothin and you were in surgery for so long…”

He wasn't sure when she'd gotten blurry, didn't even notice until she was sighing his name in that way of hers and pulling her hand from his to wipe the tears from his face.

“I don't think I coulda done it without you.”

“Done what?”

“Survived. Then or now.”

“Oh, my love. You would have. Back then, you had something to prove,” she smiled. “God we both did. And now…those girls are going to make you forget I even exist, you'll be so busy being an incredible father. You would have been okay.”

“Let's not test that, ever.”

“Deal. Now can you do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Go find a nurse and see how much longer I have to wait to meet the tiny people I just expelled from my body?”

He laughed, shaking his head at her. “And you got mad at me for calling her a baby chicken.”

“Nothing I just said is untrue,” she blinked at him. “And it was the fact that she was a baby chicken dinner, you asshole.”

The response made him laugh harder, and then even more at her pout until he couldn't breathe.

“Derek, please? You've had hours with them already. I want to meet our daughters.”

The distress in her tone made him pause.

“Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be...I'll go see.” He kissed her, cradling her face in his hands as he did. “I love you, ya know, right? Alway will. More than anything.”

“I do. I love you too.”

Derek had managed to squeeze himself into the hospital bed beside Ryne and her head rested on his shoulder. Each of them cradled one of the babies, their tiny bodies swaddled completely in matched purple blankets. Sorsha slept soundly, already looking more the color one would expect a baby to be, and Alma stared up at her parents with bright, round eyes, one set of tiny fingers escaping the swaddle to clutch meaninglessly at the blobs that swam around her.

“How are you so perfect?” Derek asked in an awed whisper. “Our perfect babies.”

“It must be the early Christmas magic in the air.”

“No such thing as Christmas Magic, Mamita, this was all you. Cus you're amazing.”

“Not all me. I can tell you had a hand. They've both definitely got your nose.”

“I'm sorry girls,” he laughed. “You don't deserve that.”

She turned her head to kiss her husband's cheek adoringly. “I happen to like your nose. And on them it's a tiny version and cute.”

Derek looked down at Alma. He squinted at her little face, trying to see what she saw. Then he shook his head, not saying but definitely thinking that his wife was crazy. She was way too adorable to look anything like him.

“This might be the best present ever,” he said almost offhandedly after a moment. “I don’t know how you’re gonna ever beat it.”

Ryne's face crinkled with held back laughter, cheeks reddening. “Well you know what they say about the most special gifts being made with love.”

#Idiot (Affectionate)#Derek Sandoval x Ryne Cassidy #Bad Samaritan fic #winter babies #cheese. fluff. angst #the whole winter package #welcome to the world Baby Chickens #frozen fics 2k21

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arvandus · 4 years ago

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Woooohooooo congrats on 500!! Can you do fluffy prompt no 30 with hawks? Love youuuuuu (I have notifications turned on for your blog lol)

So... um... this came out longer than expected.... s;dfajsdlfksdaj

1300 words counts a drabble... right? RIGHT??

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I have a problem. _____________________________________________________

Prompt #30: “I Didn’t Think You Were The Hugging Type.”

You were having the worst day. Your alarm didn’t go off, making you late for work, which then led to you getting chewed out by your supervisor. Clients weren’t much better, the particularly rude ones able to sniff out your bad mood like a blood hound, and proceeding to press every single button until you were either seeing red or on the verge of tears.

All you could do was wait… wait until lunchtime, in the hopes that the one good, consistent thing about your day would walk through those doors and make himself comfortable next to your desk. Hawks had been visiting with you for some time, coming into say his hellos and occasionally take you out out for lunch. It was your most cherished time of day, his jokes and kindness always putting a smile on your face.

You could desperately use that positivity right about now.

But he never came, and the longer you waited, the worse you felt. He probably got tied up in hero business. It wouldn’t be the first time. But usually, he’d send you a text message, letting you know he wouldn’t be able to stop by. Today? Nothing.

His absence left an emptiness in you, giving doubt a place to hide. How well did you really know Hawks, anyway?

When you’d first started spending time with him, it didn’t take long for you to realize that his cocky smirk didn’t always reach his eyes, and that despite how personable he was, he actually gave away very little of himself. For all of his outward warmth, there was always a part of him that was completely walled off. You’d accepted it, understanding that need for privacy, especially now that he was the #2 Hero in Japan.

But… there were times when you were both silent over lunch and you’d lock eyes with him. In that moment, you could swear that you could see something in his dark pupils framed in honey... you couldn’t tell if it was need or loneliness. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was neither. But whatever it was, it made you want to reach out and touch his hand.

…which you never did, of course. But you could feel your own feelings for him stacking like poker chips, and you knew it’d only be a matter of time before the tower came tumbling down in a mess of words (or tears). Today you could feel that tower start to teeter, and terror filled you at the possibility that he might not be there to catch you.

What if he didn’t care?

Someone cleared their voice and you snapped out of your thoughts to lock eyes with your boss. He pinned you with a withering glare and you ducked your head back down to your work.

You couldn’t think about this right now. You had to make it through the day, get a decent night’s sleep, and see how you felt in the morning. And maybe… if you were still having these feelings… maybe you’d find the courage to say something to him.

The day moved painstakingly slowly, made even worse by the frequent checking of your phone, until finally you were able to clean up your desk and go home. By this point, exhaustion pulled at you, the weight of your concerns heavy in your mind.

You got down to the parking level of the building and made your way to your car. Once you got there, you went to grab your keys only to find….

Nothing.

You checked your pockets. You checked your briefcase. Your keys were nowhere to be found.

“Oh shit…” you muttered. “No, no, no….”

You checked all of your belongings again, but once again found nothing. Realization dawned on you.

You’d left your keys on your desk. And now the office was locked.

“God damn it!” you cursed, as you jiggled the car door handle. It was futile of course. You knew it would be. You let out a frustrated groan as you leaned against your car. This was it. The was the last straw. You were so done. You could feel the burning in your eyes as your vision began to blur.

“What’s wrong, Little Dove?”

Your eyes shot up to see Hawks standing six feet from you. Your heart pounded in your chest and you weren’t sure if it was from fear or excitement. He was here. And yet, of all the times for him to finally show up…

You averted your eyes from him. The last thing you wanted was for him to see you cry.

“Nothing,” you sniffed. “I’ve just… had a really rough day.” Words began to spill out of your mouth, with nowhere left to keep them. “I was late to work, and my boss chewed me out, and customers sucked, and now I’m locked out of my car, and… and…”

You barely managed kept yourself from blurting out the most important piece of information, clamping down your jaw to force your silence. You couldn’t tell him that part… not yet, not like this.

Tears finally slipped down your cheeks, wet rivulets betraying your forced composure.

Not a moment later, his arms surrounded you, his red, soft feathers wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth. After all of the negative thoughts swimming in your mind all day, this bold gesture of affection took you by surprise, knocking the breath from your lungs. It was exactly what you needed, giving you the answer to the heavy question that had been plaguing you all day. You fell into it gratefully, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him in return. Your anxiety and stress were washed away by his intimate embrace and more tears slipped down your cheeks. Grateful tears. Happy tears.

His hand stroked your head as he muttered reassurances into your ears. His voice was like a song, filling every tired corner of you with new life.

Once you had calmed down, you gave a soft laugh into his wet shoulder. “I didn’t think you were the hugging type.” you teased.

“Only with someone I care about.” he replied. You squeezed him tighter against you, his wild hair tickling your cheek, and his arms responded in kind. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to come by today.” he apologized.

You finally pulled away slightly and wiped at your eyes. “It’s okay…”

You wanted to laugh. It all felt so silly now. So small and insignificant.

He loosened his arms on you, while his wings maintained their gentle curtain around the two of you. “I got you something…”

He pulled out a flat rectangular box from his jacket pocket. You chuckled. How very like him to come to you with another gift. But you could tell that this time, it was different. You took it from his hand and opened it.

A smile spread across your face as you removed the chain of a thin silver bracelet from the container. The silhouette of a bird sat in the center - a dove.

“It’s perfect.” you whispered. You watched as his hands took the jewelry from you and secured it around your wrist, his touch delicate.

“Next time you’re feeling lonely or having a bad day, I want you to look at this and know I’m always with you.” His finger tilted your chin up until you were looking in his warm amber eyes. This time the mystery in them was gone, warm affection taking its place. “You got that, Little Dove?”

You laughed and nodded, his touch making you giddy as his words tied bows from your heart to his.

“Thank you.” you said softly.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips, barely giving you time to register what he’d done before he pulled away. He watched you process his stolen kiss with a cheeky grin as a combination of elation and annoyance washed over you, leaving you dumbfounded.

“Wha…” you stuttered. “Excuse you...”

He gave a chuckle and booped your nose with his finger. “Well... Now that that’s done, can I take you out to dinner?”

#Arv's 500 Followers Event #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks #takami keigo x you #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #bnha #mha

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babeyvenus · 3 years ago

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The Wolf Among Us

Bigby x OC

Summary: Sonya Blaze, A.K.A. Hell Rider, is a half fable, half mundy girl who comes to Fabletown to learn more about her side of the folktales. She works alongside Sheriff Bigby Wolf's as his newest partner and together they strive to find out who's behind the unexpected murders in Fabletown.

TW: Mentions of death, gore/blood, alcohol, smoking drugs, sex implications, suicide, guns and ofc language.

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Chapter 9: The Open Arms

Bigby pulls out a cigarette and lights it as he walks into the lobby of the Open Arms hotel. He looked around the gross lobby, trashed and almost like a ghost town. Bigby glances at a soda machine and scoffs at it. 'This shit will kill ya.', he thought as he took a puff out of his cigarette then stomped it.

He tapped the bell to get the attention of whoever was behind the front desk. Behind the desk, he hears a door open and footsteps approaching the front. “Want it by the hour or for the whole night?”, he heard a familiar female voice ask. She leaned over the desk to get a better look then she gasped.

Bigby’s eyes widened as he realized who it was. “Beauty.”, Bigby said, shocked.

Beauty pushes the gate up so he could see her better. “I work here, okay? I work the front desk. It’s to help pay rent. So now you know. I know I should’ve told somebody….But Beast would lose his mind if you knew. Beast is a proud man, Bigby. He wants to do right by me, and he….he just couldn’t handle it if he knew I had to do this so we don’t get evicted.”

As much as he didn’t care, he responded, “Well, your secret’s safe with me, alright? Let’s not make a big thing of it.”, Bigby said, shaking his head.

“Thanks, Bigby. And thanks for covering for me last time, too.”, She said. “So….what are you doing here?” Bigby pulls out the key from his pocket and shows it to her. “Oh….you have a key.” she said, shocked.

Before she came to conclusions, he addressed it quickly, “Someone else was murdered last night.” Her shoulders slumped. “I heard.”, Beauty said, frowning.

“The victim was someone who worked at the Pudding and Pie, Lily. She come around here ever?”, Bigby asked her. “Oh! Oh, yes. The, uh, the troll. I did see her. I mean, you know, we never really spoke, but she came off a tad intimidating.”, Beauty replied.

“Ever see Lily with someone here? Maybe on a job?”, he asked her. “Sometimes, but nobody I’ve recognized. I haven’t worked here that long, though.” Beauty replied. "How about a room register? Or someone named Mr Smith?“

"That’s all we get are Smith’s, Jones’s or Johnson’s. I think the last ones are jokes.”, Beauty said, with a shudder.

“Have you seen Sonya here? Or maybe somebody glamoured as her?”, Bigby asked. “You know, it’s funny. I did see someone who I thought looked a lot like her, but she didn’t say anything when she saw me, even though she knew I saw her. I just assumed it wasn’t her and went about my business.”, Beauty shrugged.

“Ever meet a girl named Faith, or just maybe hear that name?”, he asked her. “I might have. I don’t know.”, Beauty said, as she shakes her head. “By the end of the night, it’s kind of a blur with all the names. Tara, Brandy, Amber, Heather.”, she listed. “….sorry.”

“I talked to Tweedledee earlier today. He mentioned you in passing. Do you know him….or his brother?”, Bigby asked her, crossing his arms. “I took out a loan for backpay. It was like our third notice, and ever since then those annoying freaks have been pestering me for the money plus interest.”, she grumbled.

“Why take out a loan with those two?", Bigby asked her. She hesitantly mutters. "It was from the Crooked Man.”

“Beauty….”, Bigby said with shock and concern. “You don’t know how desperate I was, Bigby! I had nowhere else to go!”, she said, angrily. “Look, if this ever happens again….come to me, Sonya or Snow first, alright?”, Bigby said. Beauty looked down in sadness and replied. “I tried.”

Must’ve been another thing that was pushed back. Bigby shook his head. “That won’t happen again.”

He starts to head up the stairs but Beauty stops him. “Wait. It’ll be better if anyone sees you that they at least see you with me, so they know I didn’t let you just wander around by yourself.” She said as she walked out from behind the desk, and led him. She walked past Bigby and said. “Just five minutes? Please?”

“We’ll see Beauty.”, Bigby said as he followed her up the stairs. “Just be ready to act like I’m trying to kick you out.”, she warned him. “That won’t be hard.”, he mutters.

“Listen, Bigby, I assume you’ll be filling some kind of an official report or something, which is fine, it’s just that, I was wondering, if….I need to be in it?”, Beauty asks nervously. “Trust me, the less I have to write down, the better.”, Bigby replied. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” Beauty said, smiling a bit in relief. “Well, here we are. Which one was it?”

Bigby looks down the hall. There was two doors on the right and two on the left and one down at the very end. His ears twitch to the sounds of loud moans and bed squeaks. He tried his best to ignore it as he passed the rooms and stormed to 207.

He knocked on the door but there was no response. He tried to open it but it was also locked. “You have keys to these rooms?”, he asked, turning to Beauty. “I thought you had a key.”, Beauty said.

He shook his head. “Not to this one.”

“Hold on, Bigby, I can’t just let you go into any room you want. Seriously, what if someone found out? I could get into a lot of trouble.”, Beauty said in a worried tone.

“You have to let me in there. This is the room. 207.”

“But I–”

“This is the room Lily was in.”, Bigby emphasizes. “Fine.”, Beauty said and pulled out her master key, jiggling it in the handle but it didn’t open. “Well that’s weird. This key is supposed to open every room in the building. But it’s not working.”, she said.

“Beauty?!”

“Ah, shit.”, Bigby mutters as he and Beauty turn around to see Beast at the other end of the hall. “Beast.” Beauty said, shocked that he found her. "Bigby? How could you do this to me?“ Beast asked, devastated. “H-Hold on-”, Bigby started.

"No, sweetie, no, wait a minute!” Beauty exclaimed.

“How could you do this? We’ve been together through everything! I took care of you! I lov-”

“It’s not what you think! Please!” Beauty pleads to Beast. “You’re cheating on me! With him?!” Beast exclaims, frantically, pointing at Bigby. “No! No, Beast. I promise! I’m not.” She said as Beast walks up to her. “I’m helping him! That’s all!”

“I’ll bet!” Beast growls, angrily, as his eyes turn red. “I’m sure you help each other just great! I know what this place is!"

"Beast, trust me, this is the last thing I want right now. This is not the way to handle things.”, Bigby said, holding his hand out. “What do you know? You don’t have anybody!”, Beast shouted, making Bigby frown. “What the fuck is wrong with you? She’s my wife!”

“Beast, listen to me, there’s nothing going on!”, Beauty screams, getting in front of Beast but he ignores her and charges at Bigby, grabbing him by the collar. “Bastard! I guess I finally see you for who you are!”, Beast roars. Beauty pulls on his arm. “Stop! Stop this!”

“You told me you hadn’t seen her! You fucking liar! Then you got your partner involved and made her lie for you!”, Beast fusses.

“Will you listen to your wife? Just calm down and–”, Bigby starts to explain but Beast shoves him away, changing into his form. Beast throws a punch at Bigby but he dodges and moves out of the way.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”, Beauty yelled at Beast, angrily. Bigby glares at Beast, who started to change his form as well. “You aren’t even listening to me!”, Beauty shouts at Beast as he swings at Bigby. Bigby grabs Beast’s wrist and throws him against the wall on the right, creating a hole.

“Stop!” Beauty shouts as Bigby grabs Beast by the shirt collar and throws him against the other wall. “Leave him be! This is my fault!”, Beauty pleads to Bigby, pushing him away. Beast roars and grabs onto the pipe from the exposed wall and pulls it out. “Beast, no! You don’t understand!”, Beauty screams. Beast tries to swing it at Bigby, knocking him to the side of the wall.

Beast tried to press the pipe against Bigby’s neck. Bigby raised his claw and poked them into Beast’s eyes, making him scream out in pain. Beast let go of the pipe and backed away a few feet to wipe at his eyes but Bigby tackled him into the ground and punched him.

"Bigby, no! Don’t hurt him!“, Beauty pleads, pulling at Bigby. He stops but Beast grabs a nearby bottle and smacks Bigby off of him. Bigby shakes his head as Beast gets up. "You ruined everything! She’s my fucking wife!”, Beast yells before Bigby shoulder charges him into the 207 door and knocks the door down.

Bigby pants heavily and looked at the scene before him and calmed down. “Shit, Bigby.”, Beast said as Bigby changes back to normal and walks deeper into the room.

“What have you done?!”, Beauty shouts at Beast, who wipes the blood off his eyes and scans the room, too. “W-What is this?”, he asked in shock. “Look what you did to the door!”, Beauty fusses at Beast. “Stand back. Y-You don’t want to see this.”, Beast warns her, trying to block her way.

In the room, candles were set up on tables seemingly blown out recently, a bed that was covered in skulls and blood. Bigby stared at the bed in shock then held his hand out to the couple. “Beauty, stay in the hall.”

“What? Why? What’s going on?”, she asked and walked in the room and saw the bed. “Oh my God!”, she looked away in fear. “Don’t touch anything.”, Bigby says.

“Is this…? Is this…?”

“Lily met her client here, Mr Smith, whoever he is.”, Bigby informed.

“And then…”

“Must’ve happened right here.”, Bigby said, crossing his arms. “Last night?”, Beauty asked. “Yeah.”, he nodded. “I was on shift last night!”, Beauty said, eyes wide. “On shift?”, Beast asked worriedly. “Beauty… you’re not…”

“I’m not a prostitute, you idiot! I work the front desk!”, Beauty growled. “Do you remember who rented this room last night?”, Bigby asked her.

“I don’t think anyone did, not last night. Maybe they have it long term? I don’t know! How am I supposed to know?", she asked, feeling jumbled. "It just seemed like a totally normal night. How is that even possible? There’s so much blood!”, she said as she looked at the bed.

“Just...Go lock the front door. Keep people out of the hallway. I need you to be sure no one comes in here. This is a crime scene. Okay?”, Bigby said to Beast. Beauty turned to him and said. “Just do what he says. I’ll explain later….okay?”

“Bigby, what kind of a person could do something like this?”, Beauty asked him. “That’s exactly what I’m about to find out.”, Bigby says as he looks at the bedside table to see with a built-in cassette player. “Do all these rooms have the same clocks, with a built-in cassette player?”, Bigby asked Beauty.

“I think so, yes.”, Beauty says with a nod.

He looks and sees a smaller table off in the corner next to a dresser in the back of the room. On the small table was a candle and a book. He walked over to the table and looked at the book. It was a black book titled Ghost Rider.

He read a page about the origin of the first Ghost RIder, snorting at the story all up until Sonya’s story, coming up as the next Ghost RIder. “Sonya Terrence…dead father, found out about the first Ghost Rider and named herself after him.” He saw pictures of her on her bike, her being engulfed in fire, etc.

“What is that?”, Beauty asked him. “It’s a book about Sonya. Or, rather her story.”, Bigby says, flipping to another page, seeing her as teen, standing beside a hospital bed in tears and talking to a sickly pale man in black. A sticky note was attached to this image. Grim Reaper? Mephisto?

“The whole book is about her?”, Beauty asked Bigby. “Pretty much...”, he said, flipping to the next page. He saw a picture of Sonya holding a skull in her hands while her entire head was on fire. He could only make out her own skull. Was she speaking to ghosts? Who’s skull is she holding…?

“Why is she on fire?”, Beauty asked him, looking over his shoulder. “I’d assume that’s her power.”, he says, closing the book. He looked over at the dresser and saw an ashtray with a cigarette butt in it. He picks up the cigarette and sniffs it.

“It’s a Huff and Puff.”, he says, narrowing his eyes. “I thought you were the only one that smoked that crap brand.”, Beauty said. Not appreciating her bashing on the brand he smokes, he replies. “Apparently not.” And sets the cigarette back down in the ashtray.

He noticed a bottle of wine next to the tray. “He brought wine.”, he says, picking it up. “Classy.”, Beauty said, rolling her eyes..

Right next to the bottle was a cassette tape. Bigby picked it up and saw a label on it. “For My Arrival”, it said. He put it in his pocket and looked around the room to see that a closet was cracked open. He goes to open it, seeing a black robe with chains wrapped around it, hanging from a hanger with a scythe leaning on the closet wall. It was ragged and dusty looking.

“Someone’s been rough with this dress, it’s torn.”, Bigby said, picking at a sleeve. "Oh no! She must’ve been wearing it! He killed her and then….he took it back off–!“, Beauty rambles, panicking until Bigby shakes his head. “No. There’s no blood. It must’ve been torn some other time.”

The thought just makes him angry. He looks over the dress and hums. “What is it?”, Beauty asked him. “This Mr. Smith was trying to correlate his fantasies with her story.”, Bigby says. “It kinda makes sense.”, she said. “I guess he wanted to get the details right but couldn’t do it completely."

Bigby walks over to the tarnished bed and says, “Looks like she was lying down when she was killed. Some of the skulls are on the floor…”

“How do you know that?”, Beauty asked. "Just look at it. The body had to have been dragged off the foot of the bed, there.“, he said, pointing. ”The body? God! You could say she. Poor girl. I just can’t even imagine….“ Beauty complained, making Bigby roll his eyes. He huffed looking at the bed. "What? What are you thinking?”, she asked.

“Its like he’s doing her theme. She never exactly had an ending to her story since according to her, it just happened a few years ago. I’ve never met the previous hell rider. Crane had mentioned her dad was also a ghost rider, didn’t say he got sick and died.”, Bigby said, shaking his head.

"Poor girl...“, Beauty said. "It actually fits. He’s acting out scenes from the book. That poor girl….she couldn’t have known…..She probably just needed the money. She could have been….anyone. How did she wind up here?”

“It sounds like there was a series of choices involved. I’m sure she would’ve done things differently if she knew where things were headed.”, Bigby said. Bigby looked over at the cassette player and went to put the cassette in, and pressed the play button. It had a piano chord for a little while until beats came on afterward. He hadn't heard the song but thought it was a weird choice for a place like this.

“Bigby, this, I think I heard this music. Last night. It was playing really loudly for awhile, then stopped in the middle. I didn’t think twice about it, at the time, I mean you hear all kinds of things around here and I guess I’ve already gotten used to blocking them out.”, Beauty said, shrugging.

“Could have covered up the sound of the murder. It is kinda loud.”, he said, picking up a skull. He held it in his hands for a moment. “It's a prop.” Beauty’s eyes widened a bit. “How can you tell?” He looked at her. “From what we’ve seen so far, he doesn’t seem like the type to clean out multiple skulls. Plus, real skulls are heavier.”

“Oh, God. This creep put that girl in a reaper robe and recreated his fantasy only to kill her… who could be that obsessed with death…?”, Beauty asked.

“Are you almost finished? I don’t want to be here any longer.”, Beauty said, hugging herself. “Yeah…”, he said but something caught his eye. He noticed a small envelope. He picked it up, walked over to the dresser and opened it up.

He pulls out a picture. It was a picture of Sonya leaning on her bike and looking at her phone. He set the picture down on the dresser and pulled out another one. “Are those pictures of the dead girl?", Beauty asked, walking up to him.

Bigby shook his head. "Not exactly.”, he mutters, looking over another one.

“How do you know?”, she asked.

Bigby pointed at the picture he pulled out. “Snow's in this one.” It was a picture of Sonya and Snow discussing something in the Woodlands lobby. “Oh no. Bigby….this kind of stalking, it doesn’t just stop by itself. Trust me, I know about this, first hand. He’ll keep trying to get closer and closer.”, Beauty said.

“His stand in for Sonya is gone now, so…”, Bigby trailed off, reaching in the envelope. “The next step closer...”, Beauty mumbled to herself. Bigby pulls out another picture, the next made his heart drop. He looked between the picture and the bed. “What is it?”, Beauty asked him, seeing the horror on his face.

In the picture, Lily, glamoured to look like Sonya, was laying on a bed in the black tattered robe, her eyes closed. The man hovering above the glamoured Sonya, his left hand caressing her cheek while his right hand was up inside of the robe between her legs and smiling fondly was…

“It’s Crane.”, Bigby said in disgust.

However, watching through the Magic Mirror, Crane saw the entire investigation at the Open Arms. He clenched his fist, walked over to the Magic Lamp, raised it to slam it down on the Mirror, shattering the Magic Mirror.

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cchokemeyoongi · 4 years ago

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HE FOUND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT

note: first time posting my work here but hope you guys like this. Also, FLUUUUUUFFFFF everywhere. I'm sorry Jin's were shorter but I just find it really endearing and calm and sweet.

JIN

You nervously exhaled as you wait for your doctor to announce the results. You tried the pregnancy kit three times last night. The first one showed that you're negative yet the last two tested positive so just to be sure you decided to see your doctor.

You felt a hand over you and turned to face your husband who gave you a warm smile. You know deep inside that Jin is as hopeful as you are. You two had been trying for a year now, and each time the result would always say negative. You silently pray that this time, it would be it.

Jin leaned in closer and kissed your forehead.

"Congratulations mommy to be." Your doctor suddenly announced. "You're pregnant."

You felt your eyes tear up and looked up to your husband who's sniffing right next to you. His eyes are teary as yours with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

YOONGI

You jerked when you heard the loud bang from Yoongi's recording room and his loud cursing. He was definitely having a bad day. You fidgeted with the thought of him being in a bad mood.

How were you suppose to break the news to him? Two days ago you found out that you were pregnant. You were ecstatic and scared when you found out. The two of you decided not to have one yet after marriage. You both wanted a family but not now when you're both still busy with work and you decided to enjoy first the company of each other as married couples before having kids.

But 7 months later, here you are freaking out on how to tell you're moody husband that you are carrying his child.

You snap in his direction when you saw him entered the bathroom. You freak out even more when you realize that the pregnancy kit you were staring at earlier was placed on a very visible spot inside.

"Yoongi, wai - " you rush to your husband but stop dead on your track when you saw him frozen in his spot holding the kit in his hands.

"I- I was about- I- that is -" you stammered.

"You're pregnant?" You flinch when Yoongi dropped the kit and walked towards you, surprising you when he pulled you into a hug "Oh my god, you're pregnant!"

"You-you're not mad?"

He pushed you away gently to look at you with disbelief. "Why would I be? This is the best news I had in my entire life. I'm gonna be a fucking father." His face breaks into a grin. "I can't wait to tell the others."

HOSEOK

It's Hoseok's birthday today and you decided to give him the best surprise of his life. Together with your family and the boys you set up his birthday surprise. Today is also the day where you're gonna be giving him the best gift ever.

You were preparing when you received a text from Hoseok.

*I'm coming home babe. Traffic's bad. Namjoon's dropping me off.*

You smiled and put your phone down. Give yourself one look at the mirror and proceeded down to meet the others.

"He's on his way here." You squealed.

"Okay, everbody gather around." Jin said. "Namjoon and Hoseok is on their way now. Y/N you ready?"

"Yes." You said.

"Okay everybody, in their places." Jin announced.

"Turn the lights off." You heard Jungkook said.

"They're here!" Your sister-in-law screamed as she sneak-a-peak at your window pane. Everybody scampered. Moving chairs and making unnecessary sounds. You heard Jimin reprimand Tae for being loud. Everything was in chaos and then everybody suddenly fell silent as the lights from Namjoon's car disappeared.

"Why are the lights off?" You heard Hoseok's muffled voice behind the door as he jiggled with his keys talking to Namjoon. You barely heard Namjoon's reply when Hoseok opened the door. "Babe, I'm -"

"SURPRISE!"

Hoseok jumped with a startled cry as the lights suddenly turned on with confettis popping everywhere. He barely decipher everything as he was so scared when he finally read the words hanging on the wall

Happy Birthday Soon-to-be Daddy!

Hoseok's expression suddenly shifted from scared to confuse to a look full of happiness.

"What?" He grinned from ear to ear. "What is this? What is THAT?" He pointed to the words hanging on the wall. You went near your husband.

"Happy Birthday." You giggled.

"For real? Is that real?" Your husband's voice raising out of excitement as you continuously bob your head.

"Congratulations!" Everybody said as they greeted Hoseok.

"Really?" He said, the information still sinking on him.

"Yes. Really!" You laugh at your husband as he pulled you closer for a tight hug lifting you up and smothering you with sweet kisses.

NAMJOON

You felt a sudden vibration going through your head. You massage your temples trying to lessen the migraine you're feeling.

You've been trying to finish some paper works that you need to submit but ever since this morning you've been feeling not so good. You lack sleep for a week now and stress is eating up on you.

You check the mini clock beside you on your desk, it's almost 1 and you realized you missed lunch again. Your last decent meal was yesterday's lunch, feeling hungry all of a sudden you decided to go and grab something to eat first. Ignoring your throbbing head you suddenly stood up from your seat feeling a pang ran through your head. Some of your colleagues are entering the room, and their happy loud chats is hammering through your head. You grope the sides of your table as you feel dizzy, shutting your eyes close trying to steady yourself.

You feel cold sweats as your vision gets blurry. The last thing you heard was your workmate calling your name before you black out.

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You slowly open your lids. Adjusting to the light hitting your face. You try to recall the events that happened earlier. Where are you?

"Y/N." You heard Namjoon's voice.

"Joonie-ya." You groaned. "What happened?"

"You passed out." Namjoon said, worry etched on his face. "Your friend said you didn't eat lunch." He sternly said.

"I'm sorry. I forgot."

"You forgot?" He said, scowling at you. You smiled sheepishly at your husband.

"Mrs. Kim" your doctor greeted you.

"How is she?" Namjoon asked.

"She's okay now. There's nothing to worry about. She blacked-out due to stress and overfatigue. You need more bed rest Mrs. Kim." Your doctor smiled at you. "I'll be prescribing some medicines that you have to take but I highly suggest that you take more bed rest and eat more healthy, especially now that it's not just you who you have to look out for."

You look at your doctor in confusion.

"You're pregnant." She said. "Congratulations."

You gape at your doctor. "I'm what?"

"She's what?" You and your husband said in unison. You look at Namjoon. He's just as shock as you.

"You're 3 weeks pregnant." You hardly believe what your doctor said, you felt your husbands hands over yours. You look at him - disblief, shock and happiness etched on his face. "I'll excuse myself now." You heard your doctor say.

"Wow." Namjoon breathed. "You're pregnant."

"I know." You said as well, getting all teary immediately.

You felt Namjoon touch your navel and lowered his head near it and whispered a sweet "hello little one." Making your tears fall as you smile lovingly at your husband, your hands rubbing his hair.

Namjoon grabbed your hands and kissed the back of your palm then looked at you sternly. "You're not allowed to starve yourself and no more work for you."

You started to protest but Namjoon silence you. "It's no longer just you anymore."

You sighed at your husband and nodded. He smiled lovingly at you.

"I love you, Y/N." he said kissing the back of your hands again.

JIMIN

Jimin was in the kitchen washing the dishes when you rushed to the sink from the living room. This was the 4th time that you vomitted this morning and you feel sick to your bones.

"Baby, are you okay?" Jimin worriedly said, stopping what his doing to assist you.

"No. I'm dying." You choked.

"I think we have to go to the hospital." Jimin said. You were about to protest but think twice when you doubled over vomitting again.

You nodded at your husband. You were about to face him when a calendar caught your eye. You suddenly began counting, thinking hard. You suddenly bolted to the door of your bedroom.

"Babe?" Jimin followed you worriedly.

"Y/N" he called. You rushed to the bathroom door just as he was entering your room. Minutes later you went out the door silently.

"What's wrong?" He asked. You stared at your husband silently. You showed him the pregnancy kit that your holding. "What-"

You slowly broke into a grin as you let the information register into your husbands face.

"Your Pregnant?" He asked in disbelief. "Your pregnant!"

You laugh as he jumped with glee holding the tool in his hands. "Seriously, your pregnant!? I'm going to be a dad!"

He pulled you for a kiss before kneeling down.

"I can't wait for you, my mini me." He said and kissed your navel.

TAEHYUNG

Taehyung had been gone 3 months for tour. Little did you both know that you were 1 month pregnant when he left. You wanted to tell him while he was on tour but decided to surprise him at the airport.

You spotted your husband walking towards you as fans scream their names. You smiled at him.

"I missed you so so much jagiya." He said when he reach you and pulled you into a tight hug.

"I missed you too." You laughed. He push you gently scanning you with a weird look plastered on his face. "What?"

"Something's... different." He crinkled his eyebrows. You laughed and quickly gave him a peck.

"I have something for you or rather someone." You grin as you loosen your coat.

You watch as your husbands expression changed from curious to pure shock and happiness when you showed him your bulging belly.

"Oh my god, you're- YOU'RE PREGNANT!" he cried. "I'm a dad now!" You nod your head and laugh when Tae started crying.

"HYUNG! I'M A DAD NOW!" He called to his members. All the members nearing you, all wearing happy shock expressions. You heard some fans scream as news of you getting pregnant spread out. All the boys congratulated you along with their production team. You thank them one by one as you pulled your man who's crying non-stop.

JUNGKOOK

You saw Jungkook staring at some baby stuffs when you spot him in an alley outside your building. You silently went to your husband and sneakily snake your arms around him making him jump and turn towards you.

"What are you doing?" You asked him as he gives a peck.

"Nothing." He said and took your hand. You two started walking. "What do you want to do today?" he asked as you pass by cherry blossoms.

You stared at your husband. "I have something to give you."

Jungkook looked at you as you hand him the paper bag your holding.

"What is this? It's not my birthday." He said excitedly. Your heart pounded as you watch him open the gift you gave him. Jungkook's excited expression turns solemn as his eyes gets teary.

Right before his very eyes are cute little mittens and with a card attach to it reading *happy father's day, daddy."

"For real?" He whispered. You nod your head and he pulled you into a big hug. Both of you crying happy tears.

#BTS #Kim Namjoon #Kim Seokjin #Min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #Park Jimin #Kim Taehyung #Jeon Jungkook #FLUFF #BTS FLUFF #bts as husband #yn #bangtan

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miss-noo-na · 4 years ago

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Strange Love (Part 2)

Featuring: Johnny (NCT) x Reader

Rating: Mature. Future updates to include BDSM themes

Summary: On your first trip out of town, you learn more than you bargained for about your co-worker’s personal life.

The weeks had gone by as usual, not much had changed leading up to your first assignment, save for the occasional meeting with the boss. That, and ever since he had told you to call him Johnny the name was now cemented into your head despite your efforts to remain impersonal.

Your first job was some dinky small town in Nebraska, and your boss had warned you most of these locations would be as such. They didn’t have the resources to acquire their own people, which is where you came in.

“It’s not gonna be luxurious, but you’re gonna leave feeling like you really accomplished something.” He assured you with a smile. Easy for him to say, from his swanky office in the big city.

As logistics would have it, you flew out separately and planned to meet at the hotel. When you got there, you took an Uber to the location and thought at first it might be a mistake. This was most definitely a Motel, the kind with outside hallways you saw on the side of the road.

“Are you sure this is it?” You asked the driver, looking over the address again.

“This is what you gave me.” He shrugged.

You had at least expected a Holiday Inn, or somewhere it didn't look like people checked in only never to be seen again. You sucked it up and went to the front desk, where at the very least nothing looked broken down or dirty. Just….dated.

You were on the ground floor, right around the corner from the vending machines, as the clerk had told you with a smile. You opened the door with your keycard and you were greeted by two beds in the middle of the room, separated by a nightstand with a single lamp. They faced an old TV and the door to the bathroom.

There was a table by the window that you could do your work from and you dropped your bag in the chair in the corner. You did a quick sweep of the room, looking for anything out of place, and checked the mattress for bed bugs to be safe. It wasn’t the Ritz, but it would serve its purpose.

You sat on the end of one of the beds, idling through your phone, waiting for a text from your new business partner. It came a few moments later when he informed you he was checking in.

10 minutes later the door handle jiggled and your head shot up in its direction, your heart jumping into your throat thinking someone was trying to break in. Instead, the door swung up and Johnny stood there. He paused before entering and you stared at each other like two deers caught in headlights.

“What are you doing here.”

“This is the room he told me to come to.”

“That’s impossible, this is my room.”

Johnny stepped it and the heavy door shut behind him. He dropped his bags at his feet and extended the hand still holding his key card. You snatched it out of his hand and looked at the number written on the sleeve in marker.

“This can’t be right.”

“I’ll call the boss.”

A few minutes later Johnny was pacing the space in front of the beds, trying to get through on the managers personal line, and you nervously chewed your nails while still in your spot at the end of the bed.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, hanging up after another failed attempt.

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful,” You started, looking up at him. “But even without the same room debacle, this place is less than ideal.”

“Yeah, as much money as they’re pulling in you would think they could splurge on a Super 8.” He half-joked, then noticed his phone was buzzing. He waved it at you before answering.

“Hey, Steven, yeah-” He stopped, cut off by the other man. You realized he called him by his first name and had to suppress an eye-roll.

“��Oh uh, it’s….fine. Listen, it looks like we’re in the same room and I’m wondering if there was some kind of mi- oh. Oh I see. No, no, it’s fine I totally get it.”

Your stomach sank at his tone.

“We can totally work with that, no problem. Have a good week, bye-bye.”

He hung up and sighed before turning toward you.

“So it's not a mix-up.”

“What?” You responded, feeling rage building.

“Apparently they didn’t have the budget for this project they thought they did. They’re still working on it, and this is all they could swing on short notice.”

You buried your face in your hand for a second, collecting your thoughts. “They didn’t think to mention this to us?”

“Yeah, not great planning on their part.”

The only consolation to this situation is that there were two beds. However, having to sleep, live, and work in this room with a man for the next week made you uneasy. You didn’t know him that well.

Johnny was studying your face in that moment, and then he looked around as if he was searching for something. He went and grabbed his bags and moved them next to the bed you sat at.

“You can have the bed by the wall, I’ll sleep by the door if that makes you feel better.” He nodded. You blinked up at him and realized what he was saying, then nodded and grabbed your things, moving them to the other bed. You did feel more secure over here, and felt a little endeared to him in that moment.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. We can set up our stuff here.” He gestured to the table that had a chair on each side. He started to take out his things and organize them on one side. You were thankful he was taking this in stride and meeting you halfway on it, which you had to admit you didn’t entirely expect. He was more mature than you gave him credit for.

You followed suit with getting your laptop out and set up across from him, though there wasn’t much distance between the two of you. You both sat down to get some pre-emptive notes done before you met with the team tomorrow. You worked into the evening, barely registering the sun setting until he closed his laptop and stretched.

“Do you want to get dinner?”

You glanced toward the window. “I guess we should.”

He had picked up the rental car at the airport, and you took it to the nearest restaurant, a dingy little diner down the street. The lighting was yellow and the booths were cramped but it gave off a homely feel you kind of enjoyed.

“Are you still bothered about the room?” He asked suddenly. You had already ordered and had sat in silence since you came in.

“Not really, why?”

He half-smiled, almost to himself as he shifted in his seat. “You’ve been tense since I got here.”

You blinked for a moment, “And how do you know that?”

“Your shoulders are pulled up and you keep fidgeting. I’m good at reading people’s body language, and I can just tell you haven’t taken a full breath all day. It’s not good for you, you know.”

He cast his eyes aside and took a drink after he spoke, and what he said just made your muscles seize up more. You suppressed the urge to get snappy.

“I’m naturally high-strung.” You said honestly, even if he didn’t need to know it.

“I can tell.” He chuckled. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, we’re gonna have a great day tomorrow.” He said in a strangely reassuring tone.

Your food came then and you fell back into silence, your mind wandering over thoughts about why he was reading your body language so acutely.

The greasy comfort food was just what you needed after the day you’d had and you split the bill with the company cards you were given. Back in the car, he told you he had to run to the nearest printing store to pick up the packets you were handing out tomorrow.

“You wanna go over my notes for me while I’m out? Let me know if I missed anything.” He asked, and you agreed before he let you off back at the motel and took off.

Back in the room, you took a seat at his laptop and were met with his desktop, the notes closed out. You sighed and grumbled to yourself as you opened up the files and tried to find the notes. His folders were a mess, all named with random codes and abbreviations probably only he could decipher. You clicked through countless nonsense files and folders filled with other types of work jargon that had nothing to do with the current project.

You clicked into one folder near the bottom that was filled with photos, and went to click away when something caught your eye.

You couldn’t quite tell from the thumbnails what was going on, but it looked interesting. They were high quality, almost like a professional photoshoot, and there was only ever one or two subjects in each photo. Before you could think the better of it, you double-clicked one purely out of curiosity, and when the image came into full view you drew in a sharp, surprised breath.

It was a room, dark save for windows in the background that looked out to a blurry night skyline. The focus was on a woman on her knees, mostly nude, her arms secured behind her back with ropes that stretched across her chest, stomach, and thighs. She was leaning forward, and her chin was held delicately in the hands of a man sitting in front of her. He had one arm resting on his knee, dressed in slacks and a button down shirt and tie, the other cradling the woman’s face as he looked into her eyes. You could see distinctive red marks across her skin, from her butt and across her thighs.

The man was your co-worker. The one coming back into this room any second now.

Your cheeks burned red hot as you reached up and slammed the laptop shut without thinking. You shot up from your seat and grabbed your bag, marching out of the hotel room to the vending machines, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

You stared at the list of drinks as your thoughts raced. You could conceptualize what was going on in the photos, you weren’t stupid, but putting it together with the man you just had dinner with was making you feel flush and nervous.

You dug into your bag for some spare change and got yourself a can of soda, cracking it open right there and chugging it, letting the bubbles burn down your throat and quell your nerves. You took a deep breath before you went back to the room.

When you opened the door, Johnny was leaning over the chair, looking at his opened laptop, and the photo was still open.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I was-”

He looked up at you, babbling away as you fidgeted with your bag and almost squeezed the can in your hand in half.

“I see you didn’t find the notes.” He said humorously, as he stood up. You had expected him to be upset, angry, or embarrassed. Instead, he had his same relaxed stance as always, and a slight smirk on his face.

“If you were curious, you could have just asked me.”

Your eyes went wide and you shook your head hard. “I was just looking for the notes, I swear.”

He laughed as he took a couple steps to close the gap between you, and gently laid his hands on your biceps for a moment. He had never stood this close before, his shadow almost dwarfed you.

“Relax, it’s okay.”

“Sorry...again, I wasn’t snooping.” You tried to assure him with a shaky breath.

He could feel you tremble under his hands and he smiled. “It’s not a big deal, yeah?”

You nodded, and he dropped his arms and went back to the table. He closed out the folder and tabbed up the notes. “Here they are.”

You blinked, a rush of emotions dissipating from your body. You felt mortified, worried, and intrigued all at the same time. His reaction, his gentle voice, and his touch further complicated those feelings.

You went to sit down and look over the notes. At first you could barely concentrate on the words, but after a few seconds of letting your heart-rate get back to normal, you began to focus on the task and found it helped get your mind off what had just happened. However, you had almost forgotten that Johnny was standing behind you, watching you go over them.

Suddenly you felt his presence at your back, as he leaned over your shoulder and pointed at the screen. You almost jumped out of your skin.

“Do you think this needs more detail?” He asked, and his voice was way too close to your left ear. You shivered but tried to play it off.

“Uhm,” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “More details wouldn’t hurt.”

“Great, I’ll do that now.” He said as he stood back up, and you moved out of his chair so he could sit down.

“I’ll finish these up and print us some copies in the morning.” He threw you a pleasant smile before he started typing away.

You both finished up for the night and he offered you the bathroom first. In the shower you had time to process the day and knocked your fist against your forehead, not only for letting yourself see what you had seen, but for letting it affect you like this. He was an adult with an adult life outside of work, it really shouldn’t have bothered you like this.

But bother wasn’t the right word and you knew that, and you got angry with yourself for what it really did. You were curious, and more importantly, you were turned on.

You grinded your teeth together in an attempt to will the thoughts out of your mind, chalking it up to a lack of physical affection lately. Besides, since when had any of that interested you? You didn’t experiment much, there was never any attempts at tying up or inflicting pain with past partners. The most you had done involved toys and maybe a blindfold, but nothing to the extent with which you saw in the photos. So why did your mind keep going back to those stark, red welts on her bare skin? What was the appeal?

You finished up in the bathroom and went straight to your bed, avoiding eye contact and turning toward the wall. Luckily you were exhausted and fell asleep without much fuss, even if that moment still lingered in your mind.

The next day most of the anxiety had worn off and you were able to conduct yourself normally, especially since you were preoccupied with other things. You brought your materials to the office, an old building probably built in the 70’s with fluorescent lighting and small rooms. The staff were friendly and happy to have you, and you found that you and Johnny worked well together. For two people who had no reason to get along, you bounced off one another as you gave your presentation and were able to avoid stepping on each other's toes. Then you went to work, each of you tackling a set of departments and getting them started on their new updates.

It wasn’t always smooth sailing, you were on your feet for the whole day and with any sort of transition there were bugs in the system or things that didn’t go as planned. You dealt with it as it came, but could feel the tension building up in your neck and shoulders, the stress collecting in your body and making your muscles tight and your head a bit fuzzy. This added with the nerves of doing something new made you both drained and wired by the time the two of you left the office.

You agreed after your first day that you deserved a drink, both to celebrate the success of getting through it and starting off strong, and as a way to ease the stress of the day. You found a small restaurant with a bar and had dinner, followed by said beverages. It may not be the healthiest coping mechanism, but the white wine you were sipping was doing the trick.

“Look at us, getting along.” Johnny half smiled at you, and you let out a small laugh.

“We work surprisingly well together.” You nodded.

“Are you kidding? We were the dream team in there. I wouldn’t be surprised if it took us less than a week to get them set up.”

“Lets not get ahead of ourselves.” You laughed again, and fell back into a comfortable silence.

Alcohol was always tricky with you, dredging up the things you wanted to keep hidden. Your mind flashed to that photo again and you wanted to squash it down, but the curiosity was killing you. You were off the clock now, and he had proven he was a pretty chill guy. Would it hurt to ask?

“Can I ask you a personal question?” You said as you felt the wine warm you up inside and make the words flow with less effort from your mouth.

“Hmm?”

“You don’t have to answer if it’s too nosey.”

“Try me.”

“You know the uh...thing, that I saw?” You looked at anything but him as you took another sip.

“I do.” He said slowly, and you caught his face from the corner of your eye. He might have been smirking again.

“I don’t even know how to ask this.” Your eyes darted around some more and you fidgeted in place. “Just, what was that all about?”

He laughed, a deep sound from his chest that made your ears tingle.

“It’s just something I enjoy doing in my personal time.” He shrugged casually.

“What, the photoshoot?”

“That was just a way of documenting it.”

“Documenting what?”

“The thing I like to do.” Now he really was smirking and he seemed to be enjoying stringing you along.

“Which is?”

“Dominating my sexual partners.”

You swallowed hard and nodded. “Got it, that’s what I thought.”

“Then why’d you ask?” He responded. It wasn’t confrontational, more curious.

“I mean I get the whole domination thing, I’m not that naïve.” You prefaced. “It was more so,” You cleared your throat, “ the pain aspect I don’t completely understand.”

“Ah, so I take it you’ve never been spanked before?”

You couldn’t believe you were having this conversation in a dinky small town bar with a man you practically despised a week ago, and the fact he was being so nonchalant about it.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I haven’t,”

“Let me guess, a couple love taps from a dude during the act and that’s it?”

“Pretty much.”

He looked as though he expected that, and sat up straight before he spoke again. “I’ll put it to you like this, you know all that tension you carry in your body? And all those erratic, loud thoughts in your head that keep you from sleeping well at night?”

You knew all those things very well, and nodded along.

“Some people, when they submit to another person and let them inflict pain, find that all those things cease to exist in that moment. Your body releases a lot of chemicals in response to pain, and they happen to feel really, really good.”

You listened intently, his entire posture and manner of speaking had changed once you got to this subject, his usual chill, kind of goofy office guy persona slipping away into someone more serious, but relaxed and knowledgeable.

“So instead of that,” He nodded toward your glass of wine, “you achieve a similar effect with a few lashings.”

You thought about it for a moment before you spoke. “I thought it was just something people got off on.”

“It can be, but it’s a complex experience. Sometimes there’s no sex involved at all.”

“You’ve had situations where someone came over, you beat them with a belt, and then they just go home?” You blurted out in response.

He laughed again, louder this time, but nodded. “Yeah, sometimes.”

You didn’t know why, maybe it was the alcohol, but suddenly this all seemed way too intriguing. For years you had tried to find ways to deal with your stress. You had tried yoga, tea, getting a facial once a week, but nothing seemed to work. Sometimes you even thought drugs might do the trick, but watching your friend on molly at a concert that one time has put you off the idea.

“The pain just makes everything fade into the background, I’ve even been told it’s euphoric.” He added, only enticing you further.

“Makes sense.” You murmured, bringing your glass back to your lips to finish it off. You felt like you were in a daze, and when he suddenly leaned in it took you by surprise.

“Are you curious to try it?”

He said it gently, quietly, so only you could hear. Immediately your cheeks burned and you leaned back.

“No! I mean, I don’t know.” You stated truthfully. Whether you did or not, the accusation that you might was horribly embarrassing to confront.

“Well if you do ever want to try it, just be careful.” His face drew down into concern. “There’s a lot of people out there that don’t know what they’re doing.”

“You’d say you’re experienced?”

“I’d like to think so.”

He seemed to pause, running his finger along the rim of his glass, hesitating before he spoke up.

“It wouldn’t be wise of me to offer up my experience, since we’re co-workers n’all.”

You gulped, wishing you had more to drink because suddenly your throat was dry.

“But if you have any more questions, you know where to find me.” He grinned, and it felt like an invitation.

#nct 127 #johnny suh #nct scenarios #johnny scenario #nct scenario #kpop fanfiction

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twelve-twelve-eleven · 4 years ago

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I’ve Had Enough - Rafe Cameron

caution: rafe x reader, drug addiction, swearing, children, teen pregnancy, yelling, flashbacks on “doing it” with rafe and the aftermath, vomit, kinda toxic relationship??

a/n: OKAY WAIT HIII. This is my first ever writing piece and i literally thought about this idea while i was falling asleep. it will probably be absolute SHAT, so don’t be surpirsed if it is. plus, my spelling and grammar is doo doo. i dont know that much about cocaine addiction, im trying my best jsyk! lets pretend that rafe isn’t a murderer, and that rafe and you are +18.

Part 2 Part 3

words: 1.1k

outline: rafe and you moved in together after your second child was born. but of course, rafe’s addiction didn’t ease up. in fact, it go worse. you finally broke out after having to deal with it for more than 2 years.

“baby!” you yelled out from you and rafe’s bedroom, holding your head in your hands to try and focus on the schoolwork on your desk. no response came back as marie, your 1 year old daughter, kept on crying. you scoffed and pushed yourself up, walking into the living room where you last saw rafe. as you went through the bedroom door frame, you saw rafe bent down above the coffee table, a snorting sound coming from him. anger filled your body.

“rafe!” you yelled out, louder to get his attention. he whipped his head up, white powder littering under his nostrils. you stormed up to him as he looked around, getting familiar again with his surroundings. you leaned in and looked into his eyes, recognizing the symptoms. you shook your head and sat up as rafe finally looked at you. you stormed into the crying baby’s room, looking at your 4 year old son, spencer trying to shush her. you leaned over the crib rail and took her into your arms, bobbing her up and down.

rafe was a hook up that you didn’t know would turn into a future relationship because of a child. rafe saw you at the boneyard and immediately took a liking to you. he wanted to get into your pants, see how you moaned and how you screamed his name, he wanted to know every single curve of your body like the back of his hand. what was surprising was that you were a pogue, and he was a kook. to be honest, you were kinda tipsy, so things weren’t registering right. all you remember was a heated make out session behind a tree, then you woke up naked in rafe’s bedroom. rafe didn’t spread about what he did to you, which was new of him. he felt something different about you. he wanted to make a relationship with you, he wanted to know other than how you were in bed.but he never told anyone about it, even you. y’all went on hooking up here and then, from time to time.

until, you started feeling sick when you went on the HMS Pogue. you didn’t get motion sickness at all, so you just thought that the food that you ate was bad. but then, it started to happen everyday. you running to the bathroom every morning you woke up to spill your guts. you started to get scared, and avoided rafe at all costs. you still hung out with the pogues, but had to sneak away to the bathroom every time you felt it coming. you felt the need to take a test, and so you did. surprise, surprise, it came out positive. you panicked and didn’t tell anyone, still not having any contact with rafe. the first people to find out were the pogues, kiara noticing your baby bump. telling them who the baby daddy was was hard, since y’all didn’t like the kooks at all. they were very disappointed, but said they would support you all the way through.

“calm down baby, you’re okay.” you shushed marie tenderly and walked out her room. rafe now had his arms spread across the back of the couch, slouching in his seat. “you still have kids, rafe.” you said. he grumbled and threw his hand up, bending it. as you went into the kitchen to get formula, you heard a sound come from the living room. you turned around and saw rafe leaning up against the bar, separating the living room from the kitchen and dining room. you huffed and walked over to rafe, helping him to the couch once again. “you need to stop, this is getting out of hand.” you lightly put him down back where he was. “don’t tell me what to do.” he mumbled back. you pulled back, pulling marie close. “what did you say?” your eyes narrowed at rafe. “don’t tell me what to fucking do!” he yelled out, his face turning red.

“i take care of this fucking family while you go to barry’s with our rent money to get more drugs!” you yelled, not holding yourself back. all the anger you built up after multiple times seeing rafe like this finally showed. the continuous screams from both of y’all were drowning out the scared cries of your children. tears were streaming down your face, but you stood still, holding marie closer. as rafe was screaming at you, you felt a grip on your leg. you quickly looked down, a tear dropping onto the carpet. there you found spencer hugging your leg as tight as a 4 year old could. seeing him like that, screaming and crying, tore up a piece of your heart. you knew they shouldn’t have heard this, seen it or be anywhere need it. so, you didn’t let rafe finish what he was talking about. you went into you and rafe’s room and grabbed your phone and your car keys. he stepped into the door way, still expressing his thoughts loudly. your vision was blurry from your tears, but you quickly wiped your eyes with your extremely shaky hands to see what you were doing on your phone.

“what are you doing?” he asked, cutting off what he was last talking about. “hey baby? whats up?” the female voice said. “who is that?” rafe said, stepping closer to you. “get back, rafe!” you exclaimed out. “y/n, what is happening?” her tone became concerned and worried. “mom, i can’t anymore.” you replied, your voice cracking. “y/n, talk to me!” yelled out rafe. you sniffled, and tried your best to go around rafe’s size. spencer’s hand was in yours, holding onto your finger. “baby, please!” he begged as you slipped past him. “can you please meet me at ihop?” you asked, walking toward the door. “y/n, please don’t do this! we can talk it out, just please!” rafe grabbed your waist, turning you toward him. “don’t touch me!” you cried out, jiggling the front door handle. the expression on his face showed the guilt he had just put on himself by how he acted. “yes, yes i’m on my way right now.” she said before ending the call. you finally got the door to open, and you quickly slipped through. you put the phone in your back pocket, ignoring rafe’s begs. “w-where are we going, mommy?” spencer asked quietly, still crying. “don’t worry about it, baby.” you said, your lip quivering. you pulled him up into your arms, and his tiny head turned around.

“what about daddy?” he said. “he’ll be fine, but we’re going to see gigi, okay?” you said, looking at him. he looked at you and nodded his head slowly, tear streaks going down his cheeks. a sob left your lips, seeing your child that scared and hurt. he’ll be fine, he’ll be fine.

OMG WAIT IM SCARED. PART 2??? I HOPE THIS IS GOOD IM SORRY IF ITS CRAP <3333

#rafe #rafe x y/n #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe obx #rafe cameron #outer banks

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youralternantpersonality · 4 years ago

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Invitation

Seth x Reader: Invitation

Warning: Harassment and sexual innuendos. Alcohol consumption of the girls of the wolf pack gang.

All the girls are the same age for this story (and every story I make).

“Invitation” by Ashnikko ft Kodie Shane

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All we wanted was a girl’s night out; a night where we don’t get groped, harassed or stalked. Is that so hard to ask? Emily, Clair, Kim, Rachel, Leah, Aliza (Embry’s imprint), and I all went to a bar in Port Angeles to get away from, well, everything. The Vampire Mafia war ended and just wanted a day to calm our nerves without the guys. But can we get a night where it could just be a bunch of girls having fun? No, because why would it (note to sarcasm)?

Fuck you mean you need it

He said he needs it or he'll die Touching on my inner thigh Dirty seedy kinda guy His castration would be nice And I'm just cruising on my bike Summertime, my T-shirt tight He say I'm the type he like Like I'm a biscuit he could bite

I can't even wear my skin Without them asking where I've been Without them asking for a spin This is not an invitation

Our outfits where tight and colorful, our heels were as high as they can get, our hair and makeup were done to perfection, and when we walked in, our confidence was through the roof into the galaxy. We went to the bar to take shots and, of course, a creep decided to hit on Aliza. He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. Emily reacted faster than us and his drunk ass fell to the floor. So, we took our drinks to a table in the corner.

This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you RSVPed? I don't need a reason This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you need it?

I could be lickin' on a lolly Dolled up like a dolly Short skirt lil hottie Don't you comment on my body Put a jiggle in my titties I can giggle like 'em silly Call me prudish call me bitchy Knock you out without a semi

When the alcohol settled and the music entered our atmosphere, we went out to the dance floor. Different music of all genres started flowing through. It was packed filled with people and you can feel the body heat of the person next to you.

All we were doing was dancing in our world and a few guys grabbed Leah, me, and Kim from behind. We pushed them away from us and kept minding our own business. The song “Back that Ass Up” came on and, of course, that is what some of us did. Emily (by surprise), Clair, Aliza, and I all back it up. And like the true friends they are, Kim, Rachel, and Leah were behind us laughing as we dance in unison to the song. But that was short-lived.

I can't even wear my skin Without them asking where I've been Without them asking for a spin This is not an invitation

This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you RSVPed? I don't need a reason This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you need it?

We went back to the bar to get my drinks. We cheered and laughed, talking among ourselves. That’s when I felt a hand go up to my back thigh to my ass and you best fucking believe I slapped the absolute shit out of the guy who did it. But to my surprise, it was a female. And that just pissed us off even more. We all gave her and her friends the “stank face” that said back the hell up, took our shots and went back on the floor.

This is not an invitation She like to talk a lot, when I pull up, can't say shit I don't want that girl because she can't be patient Come with me right now we about to switch locations So fuck with me you need it I ain't fucking with these boys I got my reasons Diamonds on me just like lights they change the seasons I think you gotta do way more if you wanna please me Diamonds look like water on my girl it look like Fiji Diamonds freeze me now forever diamonds 3D She can see me VVS just like the TV just me and AZ You know it's not debating, you can't replace me

The DJ played a Latin Mix and, of course, we all playfully acted gay for one another. We laughed and had fun as any person would. But the line was drawn when we were leaving. We called Sam and Paul to come and get us (mind you, it’s 2 am at this time) and that we’d be waiting outside near the bar door. All we were doing was standing there, taking selfies, and blasting each other on Snapchat. But apparently, that’s not acceptable either.

This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you RSVPed? I don’t need a reason This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you need it?

Leah and I had snapped. We were the tallest and strongest out of the six of us and when a group of guys started to harass Kim, Rachel, and Emily we were over it. All we wanted to do was enjoy our girl’s night out and we can’t even do that. So, you bet your ass we walked up on them and pushed them from them. They acted as if they were going to fight us, and they probably would’ve, had it not been for the two wolves’ behind them grabbing them faster than they could register.

Paul and Sam twist their arms around their back to the point where the bastards fell to their knees begging for them to stop. It was amusing honestly. And like Leah and myself natural behavior, we looked at each other, smiled, and kicked them in the balls. Should we have? No, but after tonight, we didn’t care too much. After Sam and Paul let them go, we went home and the whole time we went back to being a bunch of girls consumed with alcohol who were singing beyond off-key to every song that came on the radio.

When we pulled up to the house and all the guys came out looking worried. I guess Paul called them to tell them what happened because the doors opened, and we were helped and asked multiple questions. We all looked at each other and continued to laugh and sing to a song we didn’t finish singing. Even if Leah burned off all the alcohol due to her body heat, I was glad she was still able to soberly intoxicated as we kind of were.

“Babe! Are you okay!? Paul told us what happened?” Seth asked. Man…I love him. I hugged him and kissed his chest.

“I love you, Seth. You’re pretty and nice to be around.” He laughs and instead of responding he picks me up and carries me bridal style to his and Leah’s place. Who, by the way, is piggy-back riding on Jacob because, you know, why not? Emily and Rachel were trying to run from Sam and Paul while Clair, Kim, and Aliza were spinning together singing “It’s Raining Men.”

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck did you guys consume!?” Jared asked watching all the imprints and our inability to have control of what is going on.

“Jared! Language!” Emily tried to stay serious. Sam took that chance to grab Emily and haul her over his shoulder. Rachel saw it and said,

“NO! Emily!” then proceeded to run to grab her hand as if that was going to do anything. Paul followed Sam and grabbed Rachel. Somehow, they were able to grab each other’s hands and acted as if they were trying to save the other life.

“I got you, Emily!”

“Don’t let go!” Emily screamed.

“Damnit, Rachel! Seriously?” Paul said laughing.

“Oh, this is great footage. I can’t wait to show you guys tomorrow.” Brady said standing next to Collin who was laughing at the scene.

“What! Wait! Get my good side!” Leah screamed.

“But both sides are your good side!” I replied.

“Awe…thank you bunny!!!” we both laugh.

“Brady, send us a copy of this in the group text,” Embry said watching Aliza carefully so she doesn’t fall.

“No problem,” He said. Yeah, that night was good.

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whumpster-fire · 4 years ago

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Whumptober Day 12: Broken Down

Here, have some Five Nights at Freddy’s whump, because I’ve wanted to write some about Mangle for years!

Content Warnings: Dehumanization of sentient robot whumpee. Does NOT contain child abduction or murder except as a brief reference despite what fandom it is, but does contain a child nearly being badly hurt or killed by accident due to negligent adults.

Kid’s Cove was in a state of chaos. It always was while the restaurant was open. This was the room where the children too young to sit still and watch the main show went. Today was busy, with around a dozen hyperactive toddlers and kindergarteners running around, shrieking, and hitting each other and Foxy with foam cutlasses.

A screech of electric guitar feedback ripped through the pizzeria, briefly drowning out even the screaming kids and browning out Foxy’s microphones. She glanced through the window at the show stage and glared at the blue rabbit animatronic on the left. Chica had her hands over her ears, and Freddy was shaking his head sadly. Foxy wasn’t angry at Bonnie – the feedback was part of the pre-scripted show, a little skit before the songs started. But somebody had obviously turned the speakers up way too high. One of the kids in her area was crying. Well, one in addition to the two that were crying already.

Foxy silently rolled her eyes and continued with her own performance, trying to ignore the gnawing pain in her left shin. The suit piece had a loose sensor cable that had been bothering her all week, and this morning it had finally come disconnected. She couldn’t feel it, but because tactile sensitivity was important to make sure the animatronics didn’t accidentally hurt a guest, her system registered the dead sensor wires as pain. But the maintenance techs had told her to ignore it when she said it was broken. It wasn’t critical, not worth shutting down the show for, not worth taking their time away from a faulty arcade cabinet. Her software didn’t let her disable the warnings entirely though, not during operating hours, so she had to keep overriding it.

This was supposed to be the audience participation part of the show, but the kids weren’t paying attention. Foxy looked pleadingly at the pimple-faced teenager currently sitting in the corner reading a magazine. He was supposed to be the backup plan. Fine. She’d just have to talk to herself then. Her hand puppet, “Perry the Parrot” volunteered, and she randomly selected a joke from her repertoire.

“Knock knock!”

“Who’s there?” she replied through the puppet’s voice box. Its jaw didn’t close. Foxy jiggled her arm up and down, making the secondary endo head’s eyes wobble.

“The cap’n!”

“The cap’n who?”

“Cap’n Hook? Why, he’s been promoted to Admiral!” Foxy laughed. Zero reaction. Fine.

She stepped down off the stage. Foxy came down and walked around more than the other three main animatronics. The two kids with the toy swords were getting more violent, and it seemed likely to become a fistfight soon. The hair pulling had already started. Their parents were nowhere in sight, and the teenager didn’t seem to have noticed.

“Hey! You two little buccaneers are gettin’ a little rough over there!” she called. “Be careful! You could put an eye out with those things, you know!”

“But Foxy! Isn’t that what they’re for?” said the hand puppet.

“Aye, but preferably somebody else’s.” The kids had now made peace with each other, but were ganging up on a little boy half their size. It had now officially gone too far. Foxy raised her voice and advanced on the children, feet clanking on the checkered tile. That finally got their attention. “Put those things away, young scallywags, or ye’ll be walkin’ the plank!”

One child dropped the sword. The other flung his at Foxy as hard as he could, and ran out of Kid’s Cove, screeching.

CHILD MISSING. CHILD MISSING. CHILD MISSING.

The parrot’s piercing shriek rang out across the restaurant. “MAN OVERBOARD! MAN OVERBOARD!” It was one of the code words to alert the human staff members to a situation the animatronic couldn’t handle. The teen looked up, bewildered. Foxy snatched the magazine out of his hand. “Bosun! There’s a crewmate missing! Search the place!”

That finally got the lazy swab moving. Foxy let the magazine fall. Now she was alone with nine unruly toddlers – no, ten, one behind her, climbing onto the stage. She made a halfhearted announcement of “more hands on deck in Kid’s Cove,” and tried to start calming them down.

Then, disaster struck. An adult finally showed up, an angry-looking man saying: “Hey! Darren, I’ve been calling – your brother’s going to open presents!”

He wasn’t in either of Foxy’s facial recognition databases. Not the one of dangerous adults, but not the one of faces she knew either.

“No! No! Donwanna! Daaaaaa-aaa-deeeeee stop!” A toddler wailed. The man was attempting to drag him, kicking and screaming, from the ball pit.

He wasn’t the adult who had dropped that child off in Kid’s Cove. An alarm went off in Foxy’s mind.

“Let go of the child now!” Foxy dropped the pirate voice and spun around, lunging to block the doorway and setting off the intercom alarm in the security office. She was programmed to alert security and the police. But after overhearing from one of the staff why the new animatronics were hooked up to a criminal database, Foxy had modified that programming. He wouldn’t be leaving the room with the child until either the boy’s parent or a staff member gave the all-clear.

But Foxy had forgotten the magazine. Her foot slid out from under her. Her balance algorithm reacted quickly, but it couldn’t compensate for basic physics. Fall unrecoverable. She twisted to avoid landing too close to a little girl, and put her arms out to try to absorb the impact, but the angle was wrong, and three hundred pounds of machinery slammed into the tile. Something popped in her right arm. Dozens of pain signals overloaded her processor.

Foxy tried to rise, but only managed to push herself a few inches off the floor before her limbs got too weak to hold up her weight. Something sprayed against the inside of her arm suit piece. Hydraulic pressure critical. The pump shut down, and she slumped to the floor in a growing puddle of shimmering oily fluid. On the stage, Freddy and Friends continued with their song like nothing happened. Foxy tried to reassure the stunned children that everything was okay, that Foxy had just had a little accident and would be ship-shape in no time, but all of them were crying, or screaming for their parents, or… two of them were laughing at her.

She lay there, helpless, as the security guard rushed into the room. The young man was missing his hat, and had obviously gotten there in a rush. But after exchanging a few words with the man with the screaming child, he let him go, apologizing profusely.

“It’s just a safety precaution, sir. We’re testing a new facial recognition system on the animatronics to ensure nobody unauthorized comes to pick up a child. We’re still working out the kinks so there’s a lot of false positives -” The guard said, giving Foxy a disdainful look. “But it’s company policy to send someone to investigate if an animatronic sends an alert, no matter what! The safety of your children is our highest priority here at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza!”

“Oh yeah? Safety, huh?” The man, who seemed to be the child’s father, wasn’t impressed. “Is that why you left them alone with that deathtrap? When I came in here there wasn’t a single supervising adult, and your little technical glitch almost crushed that poor little girl!”

“I – I’m sorry to hear that sir!” The security guard gulped. “We’ll be looking into that –“

“Look into getting a manager in here! I want a refund!”

For a brief moment, Kid’s Cove was bustling with adult activity – the employee who’d run off to find the runaway kid, the manager, the assistant manager, and numerous parents. Foxy kept trying to explain what had happened, but nobody even seemed to hear her, and she could hear that her voicebox was working properly this time. Her hands and feet, and her tail and all the motors in her face still worked. She could see out of one eye, but the other only had a view of the inside of her own eyeball. The plastic cover had gotten knocked out of place and the pupil wasn’t aligned with the camera underneath anymore. Her radio still worked, too, and she could hear the staff’s walkie-talkie calls.

“Can we get maintenance to the show floor please, we’ve got an animatronic down.”

“Which one?”

“Take a wild guess.”

The maintenance techs were there quickly, nearly bumping into the kids as they were shooed out of Kid’s Cove, but they weren’t in an enthusiastic mood. And it got worse when one of them slid in the pool of hydraulic fluid and nearly joined Foxy in a broken heap on the floor.

“Jesus fu – oh my god I almost fucking ate it!”

“Whoa! Dude, you okay?”

“Watch your language please, this is a family establishment!” Foxy’s response was automatic. The technician almost jumped out of his shoes.

“Jesus, it’s still on?” He backed carefully away from the spill and shook his head derisively, picking up his walkie-talkie. “Whatever.” He keyed the mic. “Yo, Jeff, can we get a wet floor sign over in Kid’s Cove? I almost cracked my damn head open.”

“No kidding, I thought I was about to be calling an ambulance.” The other tech keyed his mic as well. “Mop and bucket too please.”

“I thought you were too. Man, I’d heard horror stories about working here but, like, isn’t it supposed to be the kids pissing on the floor?”

The other technician laughed. “You’d think. So what’s your bet, think the leak caused the fall or the fall caused the leak?”

“I dunno, dude.” The first tech scowled and kicked at Foxy. “Piece of fuckin’ junk.” He knelt down and examined her arm, allowing her to read his nametag. ‘Greg.’ Something had splashed her good eye, and her vision was too blurry to recognize his face.

“Watch your language please, this is a family -”

“Shut the fuck up!” Greg snapped. Foxy obeyed. She was a little scared of Greg. He was always rough and careless with the animatronics, and she wasn’t sure if he was joking the times he’d threatened to beat her with a wrench if anything else went wrong. “Dumbass robot.” He tugged on her arm. “Jesus, looks like whatever blew nearly tore the suit off.”

“Prob’ly a fitting.” Paul, the older technician, leaned against the wall. “Good thing the suit was there or there’d be somebody in the hospital. I saw a line blow on a backhoe once, poor bastard working on it didn’t even know he was hurt at first but he said they had to peel his whole arm like a banana and scrub the oil off his bones. When he rolled up his sleeve he looked like Frankenstein.”

“Yeesh...” Greg said with a grimace. “That’s a much bigger machine though, isn’t it?”

“Bigger yeah, but they don’t run as high a pressure. These things run around ten thousand – no, sorry, the old ones were ten thousand psi, I think the new ones took it down to six or seven thousand? But it’s still crazy, not even aircraft go that high, and I’m not sure they aren’t using five-k-rated hoses and fittings because the fuckin’ bean counters hear the parts are tested higher and don’t know what a factor of safety means.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” said Greg. “Oh, thank God, that stupid puppet got smashed. If I hear that damn thing’s squeaky voice one more time -”

Foxy wanted to cry. She wasn’t sure how she’d learned that feeling, it must have been from watching how the kids reacted when they fell and hurt themselves, or even from the songs Freddy and Bonnie and Chica sang to teach the kids about feelings. But the damaged sensors in the hand puppet and the unresponsive wrist hurt, and it hurt looking at its smashed-in shape and its lower jaw just hanging on by a wire like Old Chica’s and one of its eyes lying on the floor, and it hurt that they hated the puppet, and hated her, so much. It was her favorite of the interchangeable attachments that could go on her left arm – the puppet, a normal hand, or a hook – because it had real, working eyes that helped her see a wider view of her surroundings when navigating the restaurant floor. At least, it would if they bothered plugging them in when they attached it.

“Don’t hold your breath,” Paul complained. “I’m with ya, man… these redesigns are… they’re just total pieces of crap. The originals had their issues, but these guys are just falling apart. This is what happens when you cheap out, you end up paying double on spare parts and downtime because they always. Fuckin. Break.”

“Especially Foxy,” said Greg. “Seriously, there’s five damn animatronics here, but I swear ninety percent of the breakdowns are either Foxy or Balloon Bitch if you don’t count Daffy’s beak falling off!” The staff had nicknamed most of the animatronics. Freddy was ‘Fatbear’ after his portly figure compared to the original Freddy. Bonnie was ‘Queen,’ apparently after some other band with a lead singer named Freddy. Chica was ‘Daffy’ after a cartoon character whose beak also apparently kept coming off. Balloon Boy was ‘Balloon Bitch,’ which Foxy didn’t understand other than it tripping her profanity filters. The Prize Puppet didn’t have one yet, and neither did Foxy, but at this rate it would probably be ‘Piece of Junk.’

Paul chuckled. “They’re the ones that spend the most time offstage, but they’re all junk. Sheet metal, molded plastic for the suit structure instead of fiberglass, they put the suit shell on the outside so now it breaks way easier… they didn’t even wanna bother with cleaning the fake fur so now you’ve got this… ridiculous shiny plastic, like they’re overgrown action figures. Plus of course there’s the whole political correctness fiasco – apparently the higher ups said the main cast needed to have an even gender ratio, so they gave Foxy the ol’ snip-snip. And then just to make sure everyone could tell, they paint Foxy pink and put Chica in a bikini. Like that isn’t stereotypical at all, ya know?”

“I know, right? The new foxy design sucks, too. I couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be a pirate or a clown at first, it’s just… it looks so stupid!”

“Yeah… I can’t believe they got rid of the eyepatch. It was a pain in the ass since the linkages for that and the eyelid were so close together, but like, everything else on these damn things is a nightmare to maintain, so… ah, whatever. Doubt these’ll be around that long anyway. At this rate I’ll be you twenty bucks Foxy’ll be in the great dumpster in the sky by next year.”

Greg looked skeptical. “Nah… nah… they haven’t even bothered scrapping the old ones even though half the parts aren’t even compatible.”

“Fuck that, they didn’t even turn them off. You know they still wander around the place every night? Yeah… guess you’re right, they’ll probably just throw her in the parts room, just completely turn it into an obstacle course of broken down tripping hazards.”

Foxy shuddered in fear, imagining being left there, alone, all the time. Being left in that decrepit, broken state. The old animatronics were still there, and they were still functioning, but nobody bothered with fixing them. They had broken jaws, missing suit pieces, even limbs and faces torn off. They had to be in constant pain, but Foxy had never heard any of them speak. Maybe their voiceboxes were broken, and they couldn’t even tell anyone it hurt. Not that they’d ever listen.

Greg looked at his watch. “Speaking of broken down tripping hazards, where’s the janitor? I’m not moving this thing until the floor’s mopped, I don’t want a broken neck.”

“Hell if I know. Screw it, just drag it by the legs and be careful. I just wanna get it in the back and then I’m going for a smoke. This is gonna be a total pain in the neck to fix...”

Foxy closed her eyes and pretended to be ‘asleep’ as the humans dragged her out of Kid’s Cove and onto the dolly. The movement set off vibration alarms, more sharp, tingling pain. She wanted to tell them to be careful, but there was no point. They didn’t care. Not the same way people cared when other people, especially the children, were hurt. Foxy was almost jealous of it. No, she was jealous. No carting her into the backroom, swearing and complaining about how much time and money she wasted, no shutting her down and taking her apart and putting her back together sloppily, then ignoring her when she said it still hurt and getting angry at her when something broke again. No accidentally punching a hole in her suit when a drillbit slipped. She didn’t think a band-aid or a sticker would actually do anything to fix the hydraulic leak, but they sometimes put them on kids who weren’t actually bleeding, and it still seemed to make them feel better. And the way the adults talked to them, the way they were… worried about them, and cared that they were hurt because they were hurt… she just wished they would treat her like that. Just once.

#whumptober2020 #no.12 #broken down #Five Nights At Freddy's Fandom #fic #dehumanization tw #robot whump #whump #my writing #fnaf #mangle #OSHA Violations

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tvehyungs-gf · 5 years ago

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Part 1 of WYD : what you do. Word Count: 4.5K. Synopsis “I think I might be falling in love with you.” He wasn’t scared to say it, no, he had more balls than that. Although a blush rose on his cappuccino colored skin, he didn’t care. Chanyeol was an honest man and he had absolutely nothing to hide. At least not with you.

Wednesday’s, to you, is one the best day of the week. However, most would argue that it’s either Friday or Saturday and you couldn’t agree more but Wednesdays are the only days you and your giant of a boyfriend had the same day off. Free of classes and work, Wednesday’s were your relaxing days. And it just so happens that most of your good ole friends had it off as well.

This was planned when all you were hanging out at Kyungsoo’s apartment registering for the Spring semester classes. Kyungsoo decided it was a good idea to cook dinner to celebrate that everyone was almost done with college. It was cute, although, it did suck how Junmyeon, Sehun, and Jongin weren’t able to get Wednesday’s free. It was something about how a certain teacher only taught on those days or how one had to take an extra class to make up for credits. Whichever it was - it sucks.

And today would be a good day but it wasn’t Wednesday, or Friday, or Saturday… it was Monday. What made it worse was that Baekhyun and Sehun were off. Why was it worse? Because they practically lived with you and Chanyeol in your guys' studio apartment. Where do they sleep? Anywhere their body feels like at the moment. Yes, there was a time where it would be you and Chanyeol on your bed getting ready to sleep when suddenly Baekhyun would squeeze in between the both of you. And it didn’t help that Sehun can’t sleep by himself, so that night, all of you somehow managed to sleep in one queen-sized bed.

Your studio was cute, very cute and sophisticated, yet it has such a homey feel to it despite all the modern furniture you had. With Chanyeol majoring in interior design, it only made sense for your apartment to look like it was straight out of an IKEA magazine. You had all the essentials you needed; a bed, a kitchen, a full bathroom, and a mini living space. That was all mixed in with Chanyeol’s many musical instruments and camera equipment. He wasn’t minoring in music or anything, he just liked it.

If he wasn’t at work at the Cafe, he was at school, and if he wasn’t at any of those, then he would be filming for his youtube page. Chanyeol was ambitious, he loved making music and designing. So why not put those two together and film cover videos? All while occasionally giving tips on how to decorate your home?

Although you and Chanyeol were quite a busy couple, your studio was always surprisingly clean. Even all your closest friends questioned how you had found the time to clean but it was a secret they always wanted to know.

With your couch placed in front of the TV, your couch looked like it grew another piece with Baekhyun laying on top of it. Could it even be called laying on top of it if his body looked like it molded together with the cushions?

With a sigh, you realized today was going to be like no other.

“Y/N,” Baekhyun cried, arms flopping all over your couch. “I’m hungry.”

You rolled your eyes and nudged Baekhyun with your feet. He had laid face down on your 3 seater couch with you standing before him, your feet digging into his right buttcheek to get him to move. “Move your legs so I can sit down.”

He did as told with a groan and sat up normally before whining again. “Make me food.”

“What am I? Your cook?” You sat down with a plop and pulled out your phone. “What do you want so I can ask Sehun to buy it.”

Baekhyun grinned happily but in an instant, his smile faltered into a frown. Sehun, the man of the hour, came strutting in through your front door. How did he manage to get in? “Chanyeol gave me your house key when I ran into him when I was leaving class.” He answered as if he could read your mind. “Also, good morning my wonderful friends. How are you?”

“Ugh,” The child of a man groaned. He stood up, walked the few steps to your front door, and pushed Sehun out the door.

Confused, Sehun yelled out. “Ya, ya, ya! Why are you pushing me out?!”

“You can’t get in unless you bring food.” Baekhyun locked the door but when he heard the handle jiggle with Sehun walking in again, he frowned. “Give me the key.”

“No.” Sehun held the key up high out of Baekhyun’s reach. “And get your own food.”

“How about both of you get your own food and get out of my house.” You rolled your eyes playfully and slid your phone away back into your pocket. “You guys are so noisy and it’s only 9 am.”

Taking off his shoes, Sehun walked over and sat down next to you with a plop. Instead of staying seated, he began to get comfortable by laying down sideways with his head resting in your lap. He crossed his arms across his chest, tucking his hands in between his armpits and rib cage all while closing his eyes. “I won’t be noisy. I’m just going to sleep.”

“Nu-uh.” You pushed his head off your lap making him groan in annoyance. “You both are going to have to start paying rent if you keep staying here.”

“I’ll pay you in hugs.” You laughed loudly before getting serious. Baekhyun frowned. “I guess not.” He stuck his tongue out at you. “Actually, let’s get coffee. I’ll buy you coffee from now on.”

“But I already get free coffee from Yeollie.” You stood up from the couch and stretched out your limbs. “But I do want coffee, so let’s go.”

“Will you buy me coffee?” Sehun asked standing up too.

Baekhyun patted Sehun in the shoulder with a smile. “Of course not.” Chuckling, the shorter of the two nudged the other out the door after putting on their shoes with you trailing behind. Slipping your shoes on as well, you locked the door. “Is Chanyeol working right now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed happily, skipping down to the hallway towards the elevator. “Yes, he is. He’s working till 3 before class.”

“Oo you know what that means?” Baekhyun smiled mischievously, his eyes turning into crescents as he turned around to walk backward and look at you. Wiggling his brows, he began to clasp his hands together. You raised a brow for him to continue although you were highly concerned.

Any time Baekhyun smiles mischievously, it means that he’s up to no good. And that was more than most of the time. “We get to get free coffee! And we should prank him.”

“Prank him? Like what?”

“Like this.” Standing in front of the glass door to the entrance of the coffee shop, Baekhyun suddenly held your hand as he fixed his shades with the other. Baekhyun decided it would be funny to see Chanyeol’s reaction of you holding hands with another man - but with a twist! Baekhyun was going to try to hide his identity and be someone else. “Choi Jaewook.” Or whatever name he decided. “A 24 years old trainee at SM entertainment. But due to a tragic accident where he slipped during dance practice, Jaewook had to -” Yes he even came up with a whole backstory and everything.

“And why are we doing this again?” You asked utterly confused. Your other hand rested on your hip as Baekhyun kept the grip on your other hand. “And what’s Sehun going to do?”

Baekhyun tsked loudly. “Ya! Were you not listening to the plan at all? We’re going to go in there and Chanyeol is going to see you with me and flip!”

“Okay, but if I am supposedly supposed to be on a quote on quote date with another man, why would I go to my boyfriend’s job to get coffee? Especially at the time he is working?”

“Ugh. You ask too many questions, Y/N. Just go along with it.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, once Chanyeol sees you, you’re going to deny everything and then Sehun is going to walk in and act confused. He’s going to be like, ‘Y/N?! Jaewook?! What’s going on!’”

Sehun grumbled. “This is stupid.”

“I know.” You agreed. “What do we get out of this anyway?”

Baekhyun proceeded to fix his hood that was draped over his head and slid up his face mask. “Enjoyment.”

“This is so pointless,” Sehun complained, his hand went up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Also, what if he sees us standing out here? Our prank is going to fail before it starts. Is this a hidden camera?” He looked around in search of a camera.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes again. If he was going to keep doing that, you wondered if his eyes were just going to get stuck facing the back of his head. “No, you idiot.”

You sighed getting their attention. “Alright. Let’s just get this over with.”

Baekhyun beamed although you couldn’t see his grin, you could with the way his eyes crinkled. With his hand gripping yours, you both walked into the shop, leaving Sehun outside to peak through the glass. Immediately, you were greeted by an employee you haven’t met before. Maybe she was new?

The both of you greeted back as you walked towards the counter. “Hi! What can I get started for you today?”

In a deeper voice than usual, Baekhyun ordered. You rolled your eyes, he really was trying to go all out on the prank. “Uh, yes, hello. May I get an iced mocha Frappuccino with two extra shots, add whip, and extra caramel and chocolate syrup please?”

The poor girl looked shocked as she hovered her fingers over the register screen, not knowing where to begin. “Ah, sorry. I am new, please give me a second. I apologize…” She gave you both a nervous smile as she rushed off to get someone. And lo and behold, she came back with a shocked Chanyeol. He wore a white button-up with black slacks and his black apron. He looked so cute!

Baekhyun squeezed your hand as Chanyeol strutted to the counter. Time to start the prank!

“Baby!” Chanyeol smiled happily, his arms flying up in the air as he walked past the counter and towards you.

Or not.

Baekhyun was shocked, to say the least, no, he was utterly confused. Did Chanyeol, for some odd reason, not notice him?

“I missed you!” Your boyfriend pulled you into a tight hug, making you let go of Baekhyun’s hands so you can hug him back. Squeezing you tighter, Chanyeol lifted you up in the air happily as if he hasn’t just seen you two hours ago before he left to work.

After a second, Chanyeol placed you down gently to turn to a confused Baekhyun. “Oh, hi Baekhyun.”

“Huh?” Baekhyun asked confused, his eyebrows furrowing together. “W-whose that? I’m Choi Jaewook, Y/N’s boyfriend. And who are you?” His voice was still deep as he tried to carry on the prank that seemingly already failed before he could even say his lines.

You rolled your eyes.

Suddenly, Sehun came running in. “W-Woah! Choi Jaewook? And Y/N?!” Sehun turned to you acting shocked. “Are you cheating on Chanyeol with Choi Jaewook?”

Why do they feel the need to say the whole name every time?

“Damn it Sehun! You came in too late!” Baekhyun slapped Sehun upside the head as he furiously took off his shades and face masked to toss them angrily at Sehun.

Sehun’s jaw dropped. “You told me to come in when Chanyeol saw you two!” He yelled in defense, his arms flying up. “And I came in when he came out!”

“Whatever!” Baekhyun angrily crossed his arms looking at Chanyeol. “How’d you know it was me?”

Chanyeol chuckled. “Y/N would never do such a thing to me. And I knew it was you from the start. I saw you guys just standing outside the door.”

Now it was Sehun’s turn to slap Baekhyun upside the head. “See! I told you!”

You flicked them both on the forehead. “Anyway,” You looked up at Chan with a smile. “Baby, can we order?” Your arms wrapped themselves around his waist happily.

He grinned down at you, his cheeks flushed. You always somehow managed to make him all warm inside and blush whenever he sees you. Despite being together for a long time, since the first year of college, you two were inseparable and still are. People say that love at first sight is ridiculous and it’s not exactly love, but lust. However, when others see the two of you, together, they’re immediately proved wrong. Love at first sight definitely existed when it came to the both of you.

It was when you were working on the school campus, at the library, your first year of college. Kyungsoo was helping you sort the books in order before opening time so you both were jamming to music whilst getting your job done.

Suddenly, a tall and out of breath handsome man rushed through the front door, leaving you out of breath instead when you saw him. Your heart raced a mile as you took knowledge of this man's existence. Can someone actually be that beautiful? You made a mental note to check out the book you were holding, The Human Anatomy, to see if it was actually possible for someone to be that handsome. There’s just no way!

“H-Hi!” You mustered, voice shaky and quiet. Clearing your throat, you tossed the book down into the cart beside you. “Can I help you with something?” You wiped your sweaty palms that you didn’t know what was sweaty against your black jeans. Straightening up your posture, you tried to present yourself more professional and might I add, cute.

“Y-yeah!” He blushed, cheeks red like the tips of his cute ears. He wore a beanie on his head that had his black hair peaking out. “I-I need a book for class and it starts in 10 minutes.”

You happily agreed to help him. “What book is it?”

“Uh,” he pulled out a folded piece of paper that was stuffed carelessly into the front pockets of his jeans. Unfolding the crumbly paper, he read you the title. “It’s ‘Architecture: Form, Space, and Order’ by Francis D.K Ching.”

Turning around, you looked around the library to pinpoint the area you knew the book should be. “Ah! Follow me.” You walked him over towards the educational section. “Last name is Ching…” You mumbled to yourself. “And there it is!” You pulled out the book once you found the author's last name.

“Thank you!” He took the book from you gratefully. “Uh, actually, there’s something else I’m looking for…”

“Sure.” You raised a brow. “What book is it?”

The stranger turned apple red, more than he already was. “It’s not a- Uh….” he bit his lip. Oh, his lips. You stared at them deliciously. They looked so kissable. Again, was this humanly possible to be this good looking? Everything about him seemed perfect! From his tall and fit structure to his cute ears, his puppy-like eyes, and his damn lips, you deemed him too good to be true.

“It’s um,” He began again. “Can I have your number?”

You didn’t register what he said fully because the thing you responded with made him want to fall into a black hole. “Okay, what’s the author's name and the genre? I can probably find it easily.”

“I mean-” He bit down harder on his lip. How was suppose to respond to that? He was beyond embarrassed and shocked. “I-“

Immediately, your eyes grew wide with fear. You’re such an idiot! You weren’t used to this, someone asking for your number that is. Let alone, you weren’t used to someone so insanely beautiful ask for your number. This had to be a prank, right? “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m just surprised and I wasn’t registering what you said because this doesn’t exactly happen to me often….”

“It’s okay! No, I’m sorry if I came a little too forward, especially since you barely know me.” He smiled apologetically, his hand scratching the back of his head.

You shook your head. “No no! You don’t have to apologize! I’ll actually be more than happy to give you my number.” You blushed as your confidence rose. “Y-Your phone?”

Quickly, Chanyeol pulled out his phone and pulled up the phone app for you type in your number, which you grateful did. Handing him his phone back, your fingers brushed against his and that alone made a shock run through you. He looked at you with his mouth parted but you both were too embarrassed to comment on it. Instead, he took his phone back and read what you put. “Y/N?” He read off your name with a smile. “It’s a very pretty name, I like it.”

God, he’s so perfect. Is this what love at first sight is? “Uh, haha, thanks!” You stuttered with an awkward laugh. “What’s your name?”

“Oh!” His eyes widened, of course! Introductions! “Um, I’m Chanyeol, Park Chanyeol.” Before he locked his phone his eyes scanned the time, 8:10 am. Oh great! He has time before cl-! Wait, 8:10!? “And I’m really late for my class!” He yelped loudly as he shoved his phone into his pockets. “I’m sorry, I really have to go! Uh, I’ll text you!” He pulled you into a hug despite not knowing you and rushed off with the book.

You stood there surprised when a wild Kyungsoo popped up beside you. “Okay, what’s the author's name and genre?” He mocked with a laugh. You punched his arm in embarrassment. “Really?” He chuckled loudly. “Park Chanyeol sure had an effect on you.”

“W-what? You know him?”

Kyungsoo nodded. “Yes, we have the same friend group. You know, Suho and Kai? Baekhyun and Sehun?”

“Oh yeah, wow, what a small world…” You blushed thinking about the man who just left. “Anyway, I’m still shocked.”

“Don’t be.” He said as if it was that easy. “He’s a nice a guy, plus, he has seen you a few times before and I guess he finally saw the chance to ask you for your number.”

You blushed, “He saw me before?”

“Yep, you know when I get off work, Chanyeol and the others sometimes stop by so we can all leave together.”

“Oh,” You tucked your lip in between your teeth. “Oh my god, he probably saw me all dressed ugly and what not!” You cried recalling all the times you wore joggers and a hoodie to work. “He must have very low standards.”

Kyungsoo shook his head, “You’re overthinking it. He’s a really nice guy! I approve.” He smiled as he placed his hands on your shoulders to direct you back to the cart. “C’mon, stop thinking about your future boyfriend and get to work. These books aren’t going to get put back on the shelves themselves!”

Little did Kyungsoo know, those books were never going to get put back because the moment your phone vibrated from an unknown number, you weren’t able to focus on getting back to work at all. “Hey Y/N, it’s Chanyeol! I made it to class before the professor came in. I kind of forgot to check out the book, I’ll come by after class to properly check it out? And so we can have a proper conversation if that's okay...?”

Shaking your head, you tuned back into the conversation at hand. Baekhyun and Sehun finished putting in their order happily knowing that it was going to be on the house. Chanyeol already knew your order so you didn’t have to tell him. Once that was done, the three of you sat at the usual table.

“Man, I just love free stuff!” Baekhyun was ecstatic. Chanyeol usually never gives him anything for free. “Chan must be in a good mood for once because every time I come, he never gives me anything free. Not even a discount! Some best friend he is.”

You laughed remembering all the times Baekhyun would drop by your place after getting some coffee to complain how rude your boyfriend was for not giving him any sort of discount, especially for how long they were friends for.

Sehun agreed before his face contorted into confusion. “Wait, he doesn’t give you free drinks?” Sehun chuckled as realization hit Baekhyun.

“What the hell? He gives you free drinks? This is favoritism! I’m getting singled out!”

You laughed as Baek complained. “Maybe if you weren’t so annoying and always on the need to prank him, he would give you free stuff.”

“Woah, you’re so rude! And speaking of the devil!” Baekhyun turned to Chanyeol who came with your drinks. “Ya, why don’t you give me free drinks like everyone else?”

Chanyeol raised his eyebrow confused, “What do you mean? I always try to give you free drinks but you’re never paying attention. You always slide your card into the card reader before I can even discount the drinks.”

“Oh...” Baekhyun facepalmed himself. “I feel stupid.”

“Mhm.” Chanyeol hummed with a laugh. “Anyway, scoot over Sehun.” Sehun scooted over for Chanyeol to sit down.

“Thank you for the drinks, baby.” You smiled from ear to ear as you slid the mug into your hands. Chanyeol gave you a wink and took a sip of his own drink as the three conversed.

Thinking back to how everything started for you and Chanyeol, you couldn’t help but blush at how it all began. With your warm mug of coffee steaming the tips of your nose, you were sat across your boyfriend who ultimately thought it would be a fantastic idea to take his lunch break during peak hours.

Sehun sat beside your boyfriend while Baehyun sat next to you. You zoned out during their little banter that the boys had as you mindlessly stared at Chanyeol thinking about the start of your relationship. Now that you’re thinking about it, your first date you had with him was here. This cafe actually holds so many memories between the two of you and the one that immediately always comes to mind is when Chanyeol admitted that he was falling for you - hard.

“Chen, what the hell do I wear?” To say you panicked was an understatement. Your date with Chanyeol was in an hour and you barely just got out of class half an hour ago. You were lucky that you did your makeup this morning before class you so all you had to do now was a touch-up. Honestly, you were more than stressed at this point.

Chen sat on the edge of your bed as you rummaged through your closet. “Isn’t this, like, your sixth date or something? Why stress out when this isn’t your first rodeo with him?”

“Because!” You tossed a hoodie at his face. “I still have to look nice!”

Rolling his eyes, Chen stood up to help you find something presentable.

You were so grateful that Chen came over to help you find something wear. Once you were finally ready, you walked out of your bedroom and greeted Chen who sat on your couch playing on his phone. “How do I look?”

Chen looked up, his phone falling out his hands onto his lap. His mouth in an ‘O’ shape, he stood up and clapped his hands. “I have great style sense, woah! You look great Y/N! Chan’s going to flip when he sees you.”

You smiled as you looked down at your outfit one last time. You had on a black sweater with black jeans. A leather jacket fitted perfectly on your frame with checkered vans adorning your foot. “Simple but cute, I like it.”

“Me too. Now, go or else you’ll be late!” Chen walked with you the house before parting ways.

Nervously, you met up at the cafe that you and Chan both decided to meet up at. Locking your door, you slid your purse higher up onto your shoulder and walked up to the entrance of Steamed!, your favorite coffee spot. And there stood, in a hoodie and jeans, Park Chanyeol. His hair parted into a side part, lips turning into a wide smile, Chanyeol looked effortlessly handsome. You recalled reading the human anatomy book and learning that it’s almost not possible to be that handsome. Chanyeol just proved science wrong.

“Hey.” He whispered once you got close to him, his arms promptly finding their way to your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace. “You look really beautiful.”

You blushed into his chest as your arms wrapped around him. “You know, you proved science wrong. You’re too handsome to be real.”

Chanyeol chuckled, his chin rested on top of your head. “And you proved TC Candler’s 2016 most beautiful faces wrong. You’re number one of all time.” He laughed as you pinched his arm. “I’m not joking, you know. I’m being 100% honest. I guess we’ll just have to take the title of the most beautiful couples ever known to man, huh?”

You pulled away from his frame, “Couple?”

He nodded, “Of course.”

You were feeling warm and it was all because of him and his warm embrace and sweet words. Park Chanyeol knew exactly what he was doing. Smiling, he slid his large hands into yours and walked you both into the cafe.

After the date, you both were standing in front of your car. It was time for the date to end but you both had no means of letting each other go. Your hands in his, he stood before you. Because of this date, his confidence skyrocketed to outer space. He looked at you and nothing but you.

“I think I might be falling in love with you.” He wasn’t scared to say it, no, he had more balls than that. Although a blush rose on his cappuccino colored skin, he didn’t care. Chanyeol was an honest man and he had absolutely nothing to hide. At least not with you.

Your skin reciprocated his, “I think I might be feeling the same way.” His eyes twinkled with happiness as a big smile formed on his face.

You both stood there, his back leaning against your car door. “You don’t understand how happy I am to hear that.” He was beaming, corners of his lips basically reaching each ear as he leaned forward. His hands slid out of yours and replaced themselves onto your warm cheeks. “I hope you can make me more happy by saying yes.”

You raised a brow, your hands gripping onto each of his forearms. “Yes to what?” You asked, your voice quiet.

Chanyeol leaned in a little more. “Will you do the honors and be my girlfriend?”

“I honestly don’t think you even have to ask.” You whispered happily. Your smiled mimicked his as you took initiative to close the remaining space between you. With foreheads touching and eyes closed, your lips hovered over another. You both stayed like that for a second, enjoying the first-ever intimate moment you ever shared. And the moment your lips molded together, you realized that maybe, they were made just for you.

You felt like fireworks were booming in the background as sparks were flying. This couldn’t have been a better way to end the night and this was all thanks to Park Chanyeol.

AN: asdfgh!! I'm so happy part one is out! And don’t worry, Lay and Xiumin will make their entrance soon >:D

TAG LIST: @sugasgeniuslab ➝ ask box ➝ exo masterlist ➝ part two

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holdin-out-for-a-hero · 6 years ago

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Rookie Chapter 3- Leon Kennedy x Reader

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Warnings: if being uneven in quality counts as a warning

A flash of light shone through the distant window of the door at the end of the hall. Along with it, the whirring of an engine coming closer.

"What the-" You were cut off when the ground below you rumbled as the helicopter made impact. The sudden collision knocked you off your feet, but before you had a chance to fall Leon grabbed your arm and pulled you back up. Your eyes met his.

"Thank you." You said. Leon looked away.

"It's no problem."

"What do you think that was?"

"No idea." He exhaled. "Can this night get any weirder?"

The two of you ran towards the door to the courtyard. You opened the door and walked into the rain. Swirling black smoke came from the side of the building where the helicopter crash took place. Leon pointed his flashlight towards the place of impact, revealing the true extent of the damage. Electrical sparks lit up the rubble. One thing that caught your eye, though, was the pilot. He was slumped and completely still in his seat, almost disturbingly peaceful. The image of him would forever be burned into your mind. A female shout brought the two of you out of the trance.

"Leon?" The woman called. When he heard her he ran towards the railing.

"Claire!" Leon shouted down at her. "Hold on, I'll be right there!" He rushed down the wet stairs, you close behind. The woman stood at the fenced door, jiggling the knob. Leon approached the woman. "Claire, it's so nice to see you."

"How're you doing? That helicopter just came out of no where." She replied, fingers digging into the chain links. You stood behind them as they talked, uncomfortably rocking on your heels. For some reason, this girl made you feel inadequate. Even through the dark of the night you could see her beauty, and how easily she clicked with Leon. Then it hit you. He was a very attractive man, but you never saw him in a romantic light until now, when he was flirting with another girl. Funny, you thought. You were an adult woman, and this wasn't high school, so you shook those thoughts away. Romance had no place here.

"Oh, and this is Y/N. She's a cop too" Leon said, trying to include you in the conversation. You took a step closer to the door and smiled at her.

"You're a cop?" She asked, her entire demeanor changing. Instead of leaning on the fence, she was now standing straight.

"Yes, I am."

"Do you know my brother Chris Redfield?" She pleaded. You nodded. "Do you know if he's ok?" Chris Redfield worked in a different office from you, but it wasn't uncommon to see him in the station. He was pretty well known around the precinct, which is what confused you as you tried to remember him in any event from the past week. There was nothing. You didn't remember seeing or hearing from him since the outbreak began. She stared at you intently.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him at all recently." You finally told her. She slumped her shoulders when you said this. You scrambled to reassure her. "But don't lose hope, I'm sure he's ok. I bet we can find him." As soon as the words left your mouth, the helicopter exploded behind you. Pieces of fiery rubble fell from the sky and onto the ground, leaving trails of smoke in their place. The station's fire alarm went off, waking many undead visitors and attracting their attention. Leon cursed under his breath.

"You know what that means." He said.

"Yeah, dinner time." She shuddered.

"You should go, Claire." Leon noticed the zombies approaching her. She pulled her gun out of its holster.

"Don't worry about me, Leon. You take care of yourself." She replied. The zombies were closer now, some shaking the fence.

"Claire you need to go—Now!" He said to her. She turned around to face her enemies.

"Let's get through this, all of us." She whipped her head behind to look at the two of you, and then she walked away, her form fading into the darkness.

Now many zombies took the place of Claire, tearing at the fence. You and Leon walked back inside the building in silence. There were no zombies to be fought inside, or so you thought, which made it all the more uncomfortable.

"So are you two... a thing?" You finally spoke up. It took Leon by surprise.

"What? No. I just met her tonight, actually." He stammered. "What makes you think that?" You thought for a moment.

"Oh I don't know." You began, still walking down the hall. "Maybe it was the way she was leaning against the fence." Leon quirked a brow. To demonstrate, you leaned extra seductively on the wall and said in a breathy tone: "Oh I'm just... surviving." Leon laughed. "Oh Leon, you got a key in one of those pockets?" You continued. He laughed some more, his cheeks now pink.

"I think you're just reading too into it." He said, giving you a smirk. You opened your mouth to retaliate, but nothing came out. Leon laughed again as he passed you.

"I am not!" You yelled at him. Leon laughed louder. He looked back at you, his smile quickly dropping as his eyes widened.

"Y/N!" He yelled, but it was too late. Teeth sunk into your shoulder, breaking the skin and some of the flesh underneath. You screamed both in horror and pain. A gunshot whirred past your shoulder, hitting the zombie in the forehead. The creature that appeared out of nowhere jerked back and released you from its grip, You ran toward Leon. He finished the job and turned to look at your wound, but you wouldn't let him.

"It can wait," was all you said. And so you two continued walking through the station.

It was the first time since the outbreak started that you let your guard down, and you were hurt for it. You were ashamed, for no other police officer would have been so careless. And you should have heard it coming; zombies aren't very quiet. You were an officer now, for goodness sake, not a rookie. Leon was the rookie and so far he had been more careful than you. You continued walking down the hallway in silence. Leon noticed the demeanor change, how you stood much farther away from him now, always on edge. He watched a few drops of blood cascade down your once white shirt.

"You're bleeding," he began. You didn't look back at him. "I've got bandages on me, please let me patch you up."

"I said it can wait." Leon wasn't a stupid man; he knew not to push any further. So, he changed the subject. "I think the next statue is upstairs,"

The next medallion was much harder to get than the others; you had to use explosives to get to it. But now, with all three medallions, you finally felt hopeful again. You made it back to the lobby, Leon at your heels. On the familiar couch lay Lieutenant Marvin Branagh, asleep. Putting the medallions into their places on the large statue, you watched the layers of stone move away to reveal a secret room and elevator. Leon grinned at you, for there was a real chance of survival now. You couldn't wait to show Marvin and get him to safety, so you walked over to his couch.

"Marvin, it's time to go," you said shaking his shoulder. He jerked up, an animalistic growl emitting from his throat. He snapped out of the trance, panting.

"We gotta get you to a hospital, now," Leon said. Marvin's eyes darted around the room. He finally registered what Leon said.

"No, no... I...." he began, still breathing hard. "Save yourselves." He turned away from Leon.

"Come on, I've got you." Leon grabbed Marvin's shoulder, but Marvin shook him away.

"Go!"

"Look we can still make it out of here togethe-" Branagh pulled out his gun.

"It's too late." His voice cracked. "I-I tried, but I couldn't stop it." Marvin looked to you, his gaze softening when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Lieutenant...” you said softly. His gaze lowered from your eyes to your wound.

“You’re hurt, what happened? Don’t tell me...”

“I- uh, I got hit with some debris. There was an explosion near the courtyard. What matters now is that we can still save you!”

“No, you can’t, you need to save yourselves. Officer Y/N L/N, believe me when I say every single officer in this precinct would have wanted you especially to survive." Marvin choked out; you approached him. "You're our rookie." He smiled at you. A tear escaped your eyes. For so long you fought to be called anything but rookie, but now, it was the only thing comforting you. You weren't able to save any of the other officers, and now you were being ordered to leave your lieutenant behind. He was like a father to you, strict but kind, and always there to listen. And he wanted you to leave him and carry on. You couldn't, not after seeing every single one of your colleagues die. "Please Y/N, save yourself." Another tear fell. You closed your eyes and took a deep, shaky breath, using all your strength to keep a little composure.

"I can't. Not without yo-" you were cut off.

"It's an order!" He barked, before coughing again. A hand grabbed your wrist, it was Leon.

"Please Y/N, we have to go."

"Give me a minute!" You yelled at him. Leon stepped back. You turned to look at Marvin, his skin looked paler and was covered in sweat. But his eyes held the same intensity as they always did. So many memories flooded your mind, so many ways to say goodbye, but all you could muster was a weak "Thank you... for everything." He looked into your eyes as if to tell you he knew exactly what you wanted to say. With all the strength you had left, you kissed him on the cheek, stood up, and walked with Leon into the chamber under the statue. You turned back around to look at him for one last time, the stone walls moving back into place. It was the last time you saw lieutenant Branagh alive; he was the last of your precious colleagues, the last piece of raccoon city you had left. And you gave him up.

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drywatermelon · 5 years ago

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"I've got you." I whispered quietly into her hair, my hand continuously caressing it. I could feel her trying to hold back the tears that had been streaming down her face since before I arrived, her body shaking slightly in my arms. I knew that just attempting to calm and quiet her right now wouldn't do her mentality any good, she had to cry it out of her system first, then we could talk. "It's okay, I'm here now. You can let go. I've got you. Let it out." I assured her, securing my arms around her and making sure she knew they were there. After a few uneasy gasps, she finally broke down completely, clinging tightly to my shirt as she unloaded tears and snot into it, soaking it pretty thoroughly, but I couldn't give a rat's ass. I can get a new shirt most anywhere, but she's one of a kind, irreplaceable. Sobs racked her body violently, she was trembling in my arms and I pulled her tighter against me with the arm I had around her petite waist, while the hand on her raven hair continued its soft motion. I tangled my legs with hers and wrapped my arm more firmly around her, knowing that it would help calm her down the more held she felt.

"What should I do?" Seven-year-old me asked, feeling useless as I watched my best friend crying on the floor of the daycare because some of the boys had harshly picked on her, saying some truly mean things. "How can I help?"

Her answer was riddled with sniffles and pauses. "C-can you...j-just h-h-hold me… p-please?" I immediately dropped to my knees and wrapped myself around as much as I could. After about three minutes, she'd managed to calm down and started pulling away from me. "T-thank you."

"You're welcome!" I smiled brightly, hoping to lighten her mood at least a little - I knew I succeeded when a small smile grew on her face. "And don't worry! I'll always be here to hold you, I promise!" Her smile widened. "And I'll kick anyone's butt who makes you cry!" My grin was straining my checks as I got her to giggle.

"Even boys?" She said through happy huffs.

"Especially boys! They don't deserve girls like us!" We both laughed and laughed and went back to playing with the dollhouse.

I murmured reassuring comments into her hair - her sobs were now fewer and farther in between. After a good five minutes, I guessed she'd spent herself almost completely, for there was only a sniffle every now and then. My grip on her remained unchanged though, still clinging to her as if she were made of super glue. I only dared to distance myself from her after only her soft breathing could be heard - and even so, I only unravelled just enough so I could get a good look at her face, and that wasn't much. Her tear-stained face only reminded me of when I got here.

I was running fast - no, scratch that - I was sprinting like a tiger who hadn't eaten in two days was two feet behind me to her house. She hadn't responded to my text or my call, and it was an understatement to say I was frantic beyond reason. Maybe she just turned her phone off to do homework, like she always does. Maybe she's in the shower. Maybe her phone's dead. I tried to rationalize with myself, but there was a gnawing feeling in my gut telling me it was some else. We'd known each other and been best friends for 15 years - I knew when something was off with her. It was almost like I could sense her energy, her aura, if you will.

Already through the front door using the key she gave me long ago and up the stairs and down the hall, I was a few steps from her doorway when it barely registered in my mind that the house was empty so far. I grabbed the doorknob, expecting the door to fly open as it usually does, but it only jiggled in my hand. I called out her name, with only one thought running in my head: We promised each other that we wouldn't ever lock our doors to one another. All I heard from the other side of the door was a single, strained sob - like it's owner hadn't wanted it to escape, but it did anyway. Another thought was now on loop in my head: I had to get to her. I HAD to. She was my life-long best friend and - albeit unknowingly to her - officially, in my mind, declared the love of my life three years ago, a year after I came out to her as lesbian. I jiggled the doorknob more violently; nothing. I backed up and kicked with all my might. The door swung open and I quickly thanked whoever was up there that this house was one of the older ones in our neighborhood.

I charged into her room with the fury of a hundred fires, ready to kick the ass of whatever low life asshole that had made her cry. She was standing alone in her room though, and when we locked eyes - hers flooded with tears and mine wide with worry - she let out another anguished sob, more tears cascading down her cheeks. I rushed to her just as she looked as if her knees would give out and half-carried her to her bed.

I gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then softly cupped her face, my thumb rubbing at the trail the tears had left, my ice blue eyes locked with her red and puffy forrest green ones. "Who did this to you, princess?" I asked softly, employing the pet name I only used in moments like these.

I felt and saw her dainty blush, "You haven't called me that in a while," She remarked softly.

"I haven't had a need to, and that should be a good thing." I responded as my arm found its way from her cheek back around her waist again - she may be more calm and okay now, but she still felt fragile, so I held her. "Now, tell me who made you cry, princess." I leaned in to softly kiss both of her eyelids before settling back and waiting for her answer.

She let out a long sigh. "Just swear you'll let me finish first and then go ballistic."

"I swear."

Another long sigh. "It was…my dad." She looked down, seemingly unable to look directly at me. I was ready to explode right there and then. I was ready to find the bastard and beat him half to death, not needing any more information other than: my princess was crying and it was his fault. But I'd sworn to her I'd hear her out, and God strike me dead if I ever broke my word to her. She started elaborating. "He got drunk and yelled…" I could see the tears shining in her eyes at the memory of what were probably some of the cruelest words she'd ever had someone direct at her.

"It's okay, princess," I said as I pulled her to my chest again, chin resting atop her head. "You don't have to tell me right now."

She nodded, letting out a small 'okay', and stayed tucked against my chest for a few seconds - which I was more than happy to comply with. She pulled away again and began anew. "My dad got drunk and yelled…hurtful things at me. Before he said the last couple of things, though, he talked about going to crash at a friend's for the night. Then he walked right out the front door. Now this is the part where you really have to listen. I know my father, he is a good and reasonable man. I know I'll be able to talk to him about what he did today when he's sober again. And he'll probably agree to have me move out of the house for a bit until he manages to reign in his drinking and maybe even give it up all together." She took in a deep breath. "Okay, I'm done. Say your part."

"Where will you live until he does that?" I immediately inquired. I knew her father, too, and knew that he'd come to his senses for his daughter. I was only worried about her.

"I was thinking that maybe I could stay with you for a while?" She bit her lip and raised an eyebrow in question and nervousness, as if she didn't already know what my answer was gonna be.

"Of course, princess," I replied, pulling her to me again and snuggling in the crook of her neck. And then, I softly added, "You could stay with me forever." I didn't mean to actually let that slip! I pulled back to look at her. Let's just hope she missed it…. She looked deep into my eyes almost accusingly. Definitely did not miss it….

"I think I'd like that…" She whispered back.

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white-manz-whore · 5 years ago

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sunday august 25th, 2019

i know and understand that brandon is cancelled. but i still get flustered when i am around him ugh

i saw carl today! i have had this entire plan to ask him all these questions but I never got the chance to. I first saw him while I was doing go backs (returning products customers decide they don’t want). I was hoping to see Avery while doing this but NOTHING. anyways, I only talked to carl for like 20 seconds because he was working and I was working so yeah.

Anyways when I went on lunch I was hoping to see carl in the break room but he wasn’t there. as I was panning the room I fuckiNG SAW BRANDON SITTING IN THE CORNER EATING ALONE.. BITCH MY JAW LITERALLY FUCKING DROPPED. MY MOUTH OPENED. I was so fucking shoooook. I fully expected him to be out eating with his friends awifujwlfijhil. after I walked in he noticed me and quickly looked away. while I was sitting down I pulled a Nina and took a picture. its really bad because I was hella nervous and could barely hold my phone oops. the back of his head is cute oops.

not long after I sat down he got his stuff and left.

after I finished eating I left the break room to go outside and look for carl at his usual smoking spot. nothing. so I decided to go to my car and charge my phone while I call my friend. we only talked for a few minutes because the poor soul was busy. anyways as I go out to leave my car STARTS BEEPING AT ME. LOUD ASFUCKKK. the alarm was going off and I had to idea how to make it stoppp. I shut my door. I unlocked the door. I locked the door. I pushed the alarm button on my key fob. I turned off and on my lights lmao. I TURNED ON MY CAR AND NOTHING. it eventually stopped on its own. I was so stressed and nervous I had no idea if anyone was around bc that shit was hella embarrassing. I stayed in my car for like another minute beaucse I was spooked and if there was someone around I didn’t want them to see me get out of my car oops. I also had no idea why the heck it did that.

when I first got the car I remember reading in the owners manual that there's a security system set in place in which the alarm will go off if it things that you have locked your car, walked off, and accidentally left your key fob in it. thats what I assumed happened? I don’t know to be honest. in the moment I thought that i would never find a solution for it to stop because I felt like I tried everything and it wouldn't shut off. my mind went to the worst place (as it does) and I thought it was just never going to stop going off and my battery would drain and I would be stranded at Walmart. that reminds me, I need to put jumper cables in my trunk in case anything ever does happen. *knock on wood*

after all that I was still stressed and embarrassed but it was getting hot in my car so I was like “its time to dip”. after I opened the door THAT BITCH STARTED BEEPING AGAINNNN. honestly at this point I had no idea what to do. I thought that I should just get out the car or throw my key fob out the window so that it doesn’t think I left it inside. I kept locking and unlocking my car so that it realized that I was still in the fricken car and that bitch wouldn’t shut off. this time I had the door open and like jiggled the ignition and I think that turned it off. I don’t know honestly. it may have just turned off on its own again. im still mad at my car for this. my black Tesla would NEVER do me like that.

after it shut off the second time I finally left my car. as I was walking out there was a car passing by, I look up and a guy winked at me (ew). and as I continued walking he conitnued to look at me while he was driving. then he made a left turn to park in the lot and he was STILL looking at me. I make a face at him bc that shit annoys me oops. I did not want to be outside when that guy got out of his car so I started speed walking towards the entrance.

this is where I notice carl having a smoke and Brandon sitting down on the ground next to him while they talk. they were in carls OTHER smoking place UGHGUHSIHEIRGHU. and they have a CLEARRRRR ASSSS VIEW OF MY CAR. I don’t know if they saw me walk to my car / walk from my car / STRUGGLE TO TURN OFF MY CAR ALARM. at this point im embarrassed as fuck and ready to run away and hide. I was fucking pacing around walmart as I always do when im stressed.

I then saw them both go into the break room area. I wait like one minute and then decide to go inside. Carl being carl asks how I am. we enter the actual break room area and talk for a bit. Brandon was outside in the little hallway thing, but he did walk into the break room for a few seconds while I was talking to carl.

i told him how I saw him outside a few minutes ago and that I struggled to turn off my car alarm. he told me “oh that was you?”. anyways I explained to him what happened and how I have no idea why the heck it went off or how to turn it off. he told me I should probably look at the owners manual to get more info on that in case it ever happens in the future. we talk a bit more until he tells me that he has to get back to work.

so I walk him out to the little hallway area and expect Brandon to be long gone because we were talking for a while. but I found him there eating a granola bar looking cute as heck ):. I caught him off guard and he looked all shy and cute im annoyed. he smiled at me ):. carl mentioned how a few people in cap 2 got employee of the month (him and Brandon included) so theres a photo posted on the wall. I should take a picture of that and send it to y'all. when carl told me this Brandon ACTUALLY spoke in my presence for the first time in a hot minute. I think all he said was “yeahhh” while holding both his arms up pointing towards the photo. once again, he was acting cute as heck IM ANNOYED.

this is the best stock photo I could find. Brandon did something similar but obviously not as creepy looking. and he was facing the photo and not me. and his arms weren’t bent like that. honestly I'm just trying to get y'all to picture how it all went down because I don’t know how to describe things in words.

when my lunch was over I saw Avery with a friend. I discovered that today is his day off. he was looking fine as heck as per usual ugh. I'm starting to think that he isn’t a full time worker because I swear I don’t think he works 5 days a week.

i later saw brandon at self check. I never made eye contact with him and I never caught him staring. but he was very obviously just looking around for me to look at him if that makes sense. along the outside of self checkout theres a lot of chips and candies and he was just looking at that. and then he went to look inside one of those cooler things with sodas/energy drinks in it. and then he looked at the fucking Pokemon card things that are also near self check out. after he made a circle around self checkout looking at all that, he walked out the door and left without buying anything. during this time he didn’t look or smile at me unlike how he was two hours before that when I saw him on lunch. and this goes back to me mentioning how one moment he seems interested and the next he doesn’t.

so the last time I saw him today was when he got off work. I don’t know what he bought but he went to the register across from me. I thought he was going to say hi to me, and he might have if I didn’t have a customer. thats what he did the last time ):. so before this even happened I told the cashier he went to how I embarassed myself on my lunch today (car alarm thing). she told me that I shouldn’t be embarrassed and how she’s done way more embarrassing things. anyways after he left i told the cashier that the reason I was so embarrassed about the car alarm thing is because a cute boy that works at walmart saw. and so naturally, she asked who it was. I told her “its actually a guy that went into your line a few minutes ago, he works in CAP 2″. She replied with, “I know exactly who you're talking about, he is cute but you could do better” i love this girl aksjndfiuahebfuifo. we started talking about him for a while and I discovered that he rides bike to work. the whole time I thought he took the bus but the more that I think about it, riding a bike makes more sense because he gets out late and idk when the trimet stops running.

if my calculations are correct, brandon is off the next two days. in other words he isn’t working until wendesday. but I have wednesday and Thursday off so I won’t see him. and then when im back to work on friday carl is off both friday and saturday. the whole point of this is to inform you that the three (me, carl, and Brandon) of us aren't going to all work at the same time until next sunday. exactly a week from today. these are the best days because carl is with brandon a lot. and carl talks to me a lot.

also carl wants to have dinner together or see a movie before i leave for school. and thats cool but i feel weird about it for some reason idk. how do i avoid this.

also, while working some guy asked me how i pronounce my name. he told me that he’s never met someone with my name and how it was pretty. I had war flash backs to the time that Gabriel asked for my number because he also asked how I pronounce my name. anyways the guy from today was CUTE as heck.

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