#but even then it was like a tank top and jacket weather for me

[juniperskye]

You’re…intimidating.

Based on the following ask: For Hotch x reader, could I please request charming witty reader who Hotch has an obvioussss crush on and he's trying to flirt but he's out of practice and she's pretty extroverted, confident so she just doesn't register he's interested and he's getting grief from the team for being all puppy dog eyes at her? Pref non-BAU reader but maybe she works in a different FBI dept or she's a lawyer/consultant they work with often and Hotch is always the first to suggest working with her so he's not being subtle in wanting to spend time with her lol. Feel free to adapt!! Thanks!! ❤️Okay pookie!!! I’ve been thinking about this one and it might end up pretty self-indulgent and for that I am sorry – girlie works for cybercrimes (but transfers to the BAU – sorry it felt right) and she’s the best of the best like Penelope worships her…she’s a little alternative so Hotch admires her from afar because she’s not his usual type just PURE FLUFF

Aaron Hotchner x FBI! Fem Reader

Fluff

Word count: 2674

Not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap (reader is late 20’s, Aaron is 45), some explicit language, not an OC but reader is described to have some tattoos and piercings (nothing specific though), reader works for cybercrimes and is SUPER tech savvy, idiots in love, Hotch pining hard, tooth rotting fluff, canon typical violence, mentions of hacking and breaking laws, reader is an extroverted introvert, Reader is called “Agent Z” or “Z” because she is a gen z, let me know if I missed any

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“Hotchner, this is the third time this month you’ve requested her. I’m beginning to think we should be offering her a spot in the BAU.” Director Cruz teased.

“If she’d be willing, I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.” Hotch shrugged.

“I’ll put in the consultation request and maybe I’ll bring up the idea of a transfer to her.”

Hotch stood and returned to the sixth floor, promptly running into Penelope, as she was making her way back to the Batcave.

“So, I heard I might be getting some assistance on our next case! You know if you keep inviting Agent Z to join us, I’m going to get used to having her around.”

“Would that be so bad?” Hotch asked.

“No, it definitely wouldn’t…unless she stops coming around.” Penelope retorted.

The look on Hotch’s face gave him away, there was a brief flash of disappointment at the suggestion of you not coming around anymore. He couldn’t bear the thought…which made him even more nervous than you did. Speaking of…

“Hey Hotch!” You called effectively startling him.

“Hello! I uh – I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“Ah well, Cruz emailed the request over and I got the notification, so I figured there was no time to waste.” You shrugged.

“Well, we might as well debrief the team then.” Aaron offered, gesturing toward the conference room.

--

Here’s the deal, Aaron had feelings for you, you had captivated him the first time he saw you. It was a Tuesday in July, the weather had been unforgiving…hot and humid, not ideal for the business attire of FBI agents.

As he made his way into the building, he’d taken note of how nearly everyone had their suit jackets or blazers slung over their arms, their sleeves rolled up as they hurried into the air-conditioned building.

But then there was you. You were wearing these chunky black loafers and black trousers, your top had been a simple black tank, it was hugging your skin in a way that made Aaron’s mouth go dry. You had a checkered cardigan tossed over your forearm that you had clearly removed. It allowed Aaron a view of the tattoos that adorned your arms.

He couldn’t explain the pull he felt…you had been so different from any woman he’d ever had any interest in before, but maybe that’s why things never worked out with them. Maybe the others were too stiff, too proper. Maybe he needed a little chaos in his life.

--

During the debriefing, Aaron had made sure you were sat next to him. He let Penelope present the case as usual and allowed time for theories. While Derek and Emily were talking back and forth about the possible age and gender of the unsub, Aaron’s eyes were trained on you. He could see your mind running a mile a minute.

“What is it?” Aaron asked, tapping your arm gently.

“Oh, no. I was just thinking. There’s something about the photo’s that were left at the crime scene…it feels familiar.” You shrugged.

“Have you seen another case like this?”

“I think so…” You pulled open your laptop and began searching through old case files and evidence you’d logged over the years. “Here! Hotch, look at this!”

Aaron leaned over, leaving hardly any space between the two of you. His gaze shifted from your profile to your computer screen, taking in the images before him. On your screen were photos that were nearly identical to those in the file the team had just reviewed.

It seemed as though this unsub took photos to document their work. Leaving some behind at the crime scenes, taunting law enforcement.

“We didn’t have very many leads back when this came across my desk, but I have new programs I can use to run these photos through now and with Penelope’s help, I think we could finally get this guy.” You explained.

“Alright, why don’t you travel with us so you can access the physicals of the photos.” Aaron suggested.

“Okay!”

“Alright then, wheels up in thirty.” Aaron commanded.

--

“Hey Agent Z! You joining us again?” Derek nudged you gently.

“Not this time, I was just asked to come and consult on a case.” You replied.

 “Oh, I see. Bossman calling in his favorite once again.”

“Stop! It’s not like that Derek.”

“Girl…you and I both know that it is.” Derek laughed and walked off.

You made your way to Aaron’s office, knocking on the door. When he calls out for you to enter, you go straight for the chair in front of his desk, plopping into it with a huff.

“You alright?” Aaron asks, concern lacing his tone. “We could do this later if you’re not up for it.”

“No! I’m happy to help! I’ve just got a decision to make, and I don’t know what to do.” You sighed. “Let’s talk about this case!”

Aaron and you went through the case that had been sent in from the NYPD. You were confused as to why he’d called you in to consult, the case had seemed pretty cut and dry…something Aaron would typically delegate to Derek or Dave. The tech aspect to this case was so minute, it was common sense…but you didn’t want to call him out on it.

--

“Thanks again for your help, hopefully the NYPD can close that case pretty quickly now.” Aaron walked you over toward the elevators.

“Any time. I like working with you and the BAU.” You smiled cheerfully.

“So um, what was that decision you have to make?” He inquired.

“Oh, uh…well, Cruz asked me if I wanted to transfer from Cybercrimes over to the BAU actually.”

“That’s great! I mean – I uh. Do you think you’ll do it?”

“I’m thinking about it for sure! It’s just, I’ve been with Cybercrimes for so long, I’d feel bad leaving them…ya know?”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

You said your goodbyes and you headed back to your office on the eighth floor. Aaron stood there for a bit, looking after you as you made your exit. He stood there a beat longer before turning and heading back to his office. Only he didn’t get that far. Upon walking through the glass doors, he was met with the whole team standing there waiting for him.

“You’re down bad Hotch.” Emily said.

“Yeah, that was almost painful to watch.” JJ agreed.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.” Hotch shook his head and made his way back to his office.

--

Agreeing with the director to have you transferred was, quite possibly, the dumbest decision that Aaron could have ever made. He already struggled just being near you when you’d come and assist, but the thought of having you around all the time…what was he meant to do?

Subject: Agent Transfer – Effective immediately Good afternoon, This email is being sent to inform both the CCU and BAU of the immediate transfer of Agent Z. In discussing this transfer, she assured me that should the CCU need her assistance in a case, she’d happily help. She does, however, know that the agents on the team are more than capable of handling things. As for the BAU, given her expertise and background, she will travel with you as needed. I just want to remind you that Agent Z has a background in hacking, computer forensics, criminal justice, psychology, behavior analysis, amongst others. Utilize her skills – I believe she will make an incredible contribution to the BAU. Hotchner – her file was delivered to your office this morning. Also, she needs firearms training, please ensure she completes this before travelling with the team. Let me know if you have any questions. Mateo Cruz - Section Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit

Aaron read the email four times. You would be starting with the team today…he needs to get you scheduled for your firearms training and qualification exam. He figured he could do that while you get settled in the office adjacent to Penelope’s.

--

“Hey Hotch.” Your fingers rapped against the doorframe.

“Hi-Hello. Can I uh, show you to your office?” He asked.

“Penelope already beat you to it.” You teased. “But if you want to help me bring the last of my boxes down, that would be awesome.”

“Oh, I um-I…can-”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to! You’re a busy man, and I can ask Spence or Derek!”

“No, I’d love to help.” Aaron recovered.

“Okay.” You smiled.

Aaron led the two of you over to the elevator, allowing you to enter first, then following suit and pressing the button for the eighth floor. It slowly lifted before signaling your arrival on the CCU floor.

You guided Aaron to your old office where the last two boxes remained. There was an IT guy loading your monitors onto a cart, getting ready to move them for you. You looked around at the now empty space…it felt empty now, like it no longer belonged to you, and you supposed it didn’t anymore. Aaron couldn’t help but notice the slight sadness that took over your features.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah, I’m okay. It’s just odd, having had this office for the last four years, and now it’s empty…it’s not mine anymore.” Your gaze shifted downward. “It feels like the end of a chapter. While the feeling isn’t bad, because I’m really excited to be joining the BAU, it just feels kind of sad.”

“I know what you mean. I felt that same way when I left the law firm I worked at.” Aaron looked over at you.

You met his gaze, and he offered a small smile. You returned it, feeling this sense of comfort. He’d always brought up that feeling in you though. It was like this glowing warmth that spread its way through your entire being…but that flame only burned in you when he was around.

--

“And hold it just like that, good!” Aaron praised.

You fired three consecutive shots at the target, forming a neat cluster in the outlines chest. Pride bloomed in Aaron’s chest, and you squealed with excitement, throwing your arms around him!

“Thank you so much for helping me! There was no way I was going to pass this exam without you!”

“I’m not sure how you’ve been with the bureau this long and not had to get your firearm qualification.” Aaron shook his head with a laugh.

“Hey! I have been confined to the eighth floor for the last five-ish years, I haven’t needed to carry one.”

Aaron took note of the freckles that dusted your nose, and the way the light reflected in your eyes. He thought for a moment about how close you were, and how easy it would be to just lean in the last few inches and capture your lips in a kiss. But he had to shake the thought away.

--

“I PASSED!” You shouted, running your way through the BAU bullpen.

“Good lord, what are you yelling about?” Dave asked, coming out of his office.

“I PASSED! I PASSED!” You waved your firearms certificate in the air, making your way over to Aaron’s office.

He exited his office to see what the commotion was all about, seeing you shaking your hand, waving a piece of paper around like a mad woman. He was mesmerized by you. You were 100% yourself and he admired you for it, you weren’t worried about how others perceived you. You only worried about your own opinion; you wanted to be the best version of yourself always.

“HOTCHHH, I PASSED!” You ran over to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck.

Aaron held you tight, lifting you off the ground for just a moment before noticing the look on Dave’s face. He placed you down and quietly congratulated you. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at getting caught by Dave. He knew that he had done nothing wrong…but he also knew that Dave could read him better than anyone else.

--

“Okay, when are you going to ask that girl out?” Dave huffed, sitting in the chair across from Aaron.

“Dave.” Aaron scolded. “It’s inappropriate.”

“Aaron…you deserve it. Happiness I mean. So, are you going to let it pass you by or are you going to seize the moment?”

“Sir, I don’t mean to interrupt, but we have a case.” Penelope informed. “It’s a child abduction.”

“Let everyone know we’re leaving now – we will brief on the plane.” Aaron commanded.

“Is Z going with you?” Penelope asked.

“Yes!” Dave answered for Aaron.

--

Aaron always sat next to you on the plane. It had been purely accidental, you’d sat in his usual seat and though Aaron wouldn’t say anything, Spencer did. So, you moved over into the adjacent window seat and Aaron slid in next to you. Since then, you’d always sat there.

Like now for example, the BAU was headed home after a two-week long case. The unsub had been way too good at covering his tracks, he’d had the entire team stumped. Thankfully you’d found his slipup in a dark web chatroom. He’d posted video of him torturing his latest victim in a chatroom used by very sick people. It was flagged once you’d turned on notifications for keywords and certain video content. After receiving the notification, Penelope and you were able to track an IP address and narrow down the location.

It had been exhausting honestly, running around, back and forth, interviewing people, going through evidence, just going until you found this guy…and now that was finally catching up to you. Your head had been bobbing off to the side as you fought the throws of sleep. As you began dozing off once more, Aaron reached over and led your head to rest on his shoulder. You finally settled and snuggled a bit further into his side, and for once he leaned back and let himself rest on the flight home.

Emily pointed JJ and Derek’s attention over to the two of you and then giggled. Derek quickly snapped a picture and sent it in their group chat. Penelope was quick to reply with the happy tears emojis and saying “finally”.

--

Things had shifted slightly after that. And while the team still teased Aaron about his very obvious crush on you, he finally allowed himself to be more confident in his interactions with you. He realized that Dave was right…maybe he did deserve happiness.

He’d invited you to get lunch with him a few times during work and he’d brought you coffee. He thought he was making his affection for you more obvious…but you still didn’t budge. He was beginning to worry that you didn't feel the same.

But it all came to a head when he decided he needed to be direct. Not on his own…Emily and JJ had to confront him and then convince him that you did like him, you just didn’t think he liked you.

--

You walked into the elevator, just about to click the button to the sixth floor when an arm reached in to stop the door from closing.

“Oh! Good morning Hotch.” You greeted. “Sorry, if I had seen you coming I’d have held the door.”

“No worries.” He forgave. “Do you um – do you have any plans tonight?”

“No, I was thinking of ordering a pizza and watching an episode of The Great British Bake Off. What about you?”

You’re reply had been so innocent and sweet. Just a simple response to his question, not reading into what he was truly asking you.

“Sweetheart, though your plans sound wonderful…will you go to dinner with me tonight?” He asked.

Your jaw dropped, only for a moment as you worked to regain your composure. Had you really been that blind? The girls had told you time and time again that he was interested, and you’d brushed it off, not wanting to get your hopes up…but here he is now, asking you out.

“I would love to.” You smiled.

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[simplyghosting]

So funny coming from a week-long trip to Delaware back to Florida and my dad apologizing for the heater in his car being broken while he’s in a coat, meanwhile I’m in a t-shirt saying wow I can’t see my breath anymore

[purplereina11]

New Signing, New Beginning Part 2!

Mia Larsen was Barcelonas new summer signing

Alexia Putellas is a club legend who just can't seem to talk to her

Mia had a few good days in training, and it showed. Her confidence was up, she was walking out for today’s training with Keira, seemed to be a theme Alexia just ahead yet again. As ever near by but never felt the awkwardness she was slowly creating.

Alexia was having an internal conversation with her self hyping her up to make such a simple comment to Mia. She stopped suddenly turning and seeing that Mia looked a bit taken a back, with her sudden spin. Smooth she said to herself, before speaking “Alba couldn’t get that jacket”

“Oh?” Mia said softly Alexia falling in line with her, “How come?” Mia asked after a few beats of silence

“Couldn’t find in her size”

“Shame” Mia looked to Alexia and they held eye contact, when Alexia didn’t speak, Mia broke the silence, “Well..” she broke the eye contact, “Um i seem to be in there a lot lately so i’ll keep an eye out, what size is she?”

“She’s looking for small”

“Ok” Mia nodded pierced her lips together and broke out into a jog to get to training.

+

Mia was in Zara, shocker, after training she was with Julia and her little brother Diego who only agreed to come, as he was told they were going out for dinner after the shops. He didn’t take into account how long two women can stand debating over a top however.

Mia was looking at tank tops when Julia appeared with the pink jacket, “Hey, you know how i love your jacket, they have one small left-“

“Please don’t tell me you’re buying that” Mia gave Julia a dumbfounded expression, “Just borrow mine!”

“Oh” Julia shrugged, “I’ll go put it back”

Mia pointed, “Just leave it there” Mia carried on looking through for her size

“You buy a lot of clothes”

“Surprisingly Julia, living in England i didn’t have many warm weather clothes, i need practically a whole new wardrobe”

Julia sighed, “I best find Diego before he gets himself into trouble”

“Are you buying anything? I’m going to go pay”

“No i’ll just get him and meet you outside”

Mia smiled, “Ok, find out where he wants to eat i can’t be bothered for a 45 minute argument wandering around the same places”

Despite the conversation they still ended up having the same 45 minute argument before settling on the same place they always go.

“So how’s it going? The captain like you yet”

Mia chewing her food shook her head, “I don’t care if she doesn’t like me, you can’t put 22 women together and expect them all to get on, i think as long as we can communicate effectively about football then that’s fine”

“Your tune has changed”

“I’ve come to terms with it, when i don’t get any minutes in the games then come back to me, then i’ll be bothered again”

“She can do that?”

“She’s Alexia Putellas if anyone can she can” Mia shrugged, “I have the same few girls who i speak to, i’m good with that”

Julia looked at her, “Do you hate me that i followed her on Insta today”

Mia laughed softly, “No”

“She’s hot” Mia rose her eyes, “What? I have eyes”

“I’m going to be sick” Diego spoke

“Shut up and eat your paella” Julia said to her younger brother shoving the dish closer to him

Mia pulled a face at Diego about his bossy sister that he laughed at, “When you’re older you’ll understand why she’s grumpy” Mia nodded

“She’s horny and no man will look at her that’s why suddenly she’s decided she likes women”

Mia burst out laughing as Julia was embarrassed and amused all in the same breath by her 10 year old brother. “Diego! How do you even know that word?”

“I’m 10 Julia, i’m not a kid anymore”

Mia was laughing softly, “You’ll always be our baby”

“Gross”

Mia stood up leaning over the table to kiss his face, “You’re so cute”

“You’re pretty, and a nice person, your captain will see that soon”

Mia smiled, “You going to come some of the games?”

Diego nodded, “I’ll get mami to buy me a shirt with your name on and everything”

“I might even show up” Julia smiled never being a fan of football, all the shouting was unnecessary! She didn’t understand how people got so invested in people kicking a ball.

Mia moved her eyes to Julia, “You’re just coming to eye up the players”

“No”

“Yes” Diego agreed with Julia, “You don’t even know the off side rule, that’s like going to church when you don’t believe”

Mia chuckled, “He’s got you there”

+

Mia arrived at training she smiled at the little boy rushing around reception, he took one look at her and went all shy, “Mia” She looked to the receptionist, “No ones answering the locker room phone, can you tell Irene her wife and son are here for her”

“Sure”

“¿cómo te llamas?” Mia looked to the little boy holding his arms over his chest shy but was seemingly so curious of the new face at his mamis work he could over come it.

Mia crouched extending her hand, “Mia, ¿cómo te llamas?”

“Matteo” he shook her hand animately moving it up and down greatly.

Mia told him it was very nice to meet him and that she’d go get his mummy, but Matteo started a conversation. He told her how he was going to the zoo with his school and all the animals he was excited to see. And that he was even getting a packed lunch.

Mia rose to her feet as Irene’s wife introduced herself, “He’s never this chatty, he’s meant to be going today but Irene forgot to sign his permission slip, we both have to sign it”

Matteo took hold of two of Mias fingers took the slip from his mum and told her to wait there he’ll go with Mia then come back he was a big boy and could do it.

Mia laughed softly as he lead the way not giving her much of a say on the matter, “This way” she said to him gently when he turned the wrong way.

“Mami” Matteo spoke pointing ahead of him, “This way?”

“Yeah she’s this way” Mia spoke, “What other animals do you want to see?”

“T-rex”

“T-rex” Mia exclaimed, “I don’t think they’ll be in the zoo” she said with a smile, she got the dressing room, she looked around and Irene wasn’t there. She caught Marta’s eye, “Do you know where Irene is?”

“Yeah they’ve um, they’ve just gone into meeting room 1 if you’re quick you might catch them before they start” Marta got a shy little wave from Matteo when she waved at him, she’d watch this little shy boy grow up to see him happily with Mia was a surprise to her. He normally clung to Irene, Alexia or Maria would get a cuddle if they were lucky on a good day.

“Come on handsome” Mia spoke luckily the meeting room was only mere metres away his little legs not moving him with any pace. She didn’t want to interrupt them if they’d already started.

Mateo turned first pulling on Mias fingers, “Come on beautiful”

Mia laughed with Marta, “Oh wonder where you got all this charm from ay?”

Mia got Matteo to the door and knocked, she heard a come in and when she opened the door, she was met with the coaches and the senior players of the team all turned to look at her and she felt like a bit of a deer in highlights in that moment. Pere smiled, “Hola Mia what can we do for you?”

“Well” she smiled, “I have a little boy out here that just needs a moment of his mamis time if that’s ok”

Matteo stood pressed against Mias leg until he spotted Irene “Mami” Matteo waved the slip at Irene rushing around the table to her

“You a nanny now?” Maria smiled turning more in her chair to look at Mia who smiled.

“Side hustle” Mia nodded leaning on the door frame, “Lucia said if i do a good job i get some of his rice crackers” Maria laughed as for some reason Alexia didn’t want to show her amusement. It showed for a second before she repressed it again. “You think i’m joking” she stood up from the frame.

“You going with Mia back to Mami?” Irene kissed Matteos cheek placing him back down on the ground.

Matteo came around the table, “Come on then handsome” she smiled putting her hand towards him.

Mia smiled down at him, “I coming beautiful” Matteo reached up, “Mia hand, no reach”

“Oh sorry” Mia lowered her hand, “Let’s leave them to there meeting and get you back to Mami so you can go the zoo”

“Mia i want to see monkeys to”

“Oh of course, Monkeys are the best animal” Mia spoke as she shut the door and off they went.

+

Irene found Mia on the training field, “I just wanted to thank you for before” Mia furrowed her brows, “You didn’t have to bring him through like that, it was kind of you”

Mia smiled, “It was no bother” Alexia bent over near them fixing her socks, “Honestly can he come more often the amount of compliments he gave me” Mia laughed softly

“Lucia text when she dropped him off at school, apparently he didn’t shut up about his new friend Mia so I think you won’t have much choice about that”

Mia rose her arms as Keira approached, “Guess what” she said to Keira

“What?” Keira asked giving her a funny look wondering where this was going

“I’ve made my first new friend in Barca” Mia smiled proudly

“Sorry what about me?” Keira asked

“I knew you pre Barca”

“Who’s your friend?”

“Matteo” Mia pointed to Irene who was smiling, Mia seemed always so collected, but when she dropped that ever so slightly, which seemed to only ever be around Keira, she had a little silly side.

“He avoids me like the plague”

“Maybe its that permanent scowl you always have.. honestly its a wonder Laura even entertained you”

Keira dropped her mouth staring at Mias cheeky grin laughing in disbelief, “Rude!”

“Oh calm down grandma”

Keira pointed at her, “Not from you, I’m not accepting it from you of all people, what did you do last night Mia?”

“I went out for dinner with my cousins”

“Then”

“My Grandma taught me to knit” she muttered

“Exactly” Keira gave her a look, “And you can’t question Lauras taste when you dated Katie McCabe for three months”

Irene scrunched her face trying to place the name, “Is that.. the angry little Irish woman?”

“Please don’t judge me.. it was a lapse in judgment”

Keira began walking away backwards to the other side of the huddle, “She’s judging you” she smiled pointing at Irene, who was indeed judging.

Mia sighed placing her hands on her hips, “You don’t know me very well, but I promise I have taste”

Irene laughed as Alexia smiled. Irene had noticed how Alexia hadn’t taken her eyes of Mia but had yet to say a word and Alexia always had something to say usually. “I feel I need to know who your other exes are now, because so far with what I know, I can’t say I believe you”

“Tell them about the hummer Mia” Keira smiled calling across the huddle.

Alexia lowered her head chuckling at the look Mia was giving Keira, if looks could kill as they say, Pere smiled, “What’s this about a hummer?”

Mia put one foot to the side and lowered her head as she put her hands behind her back, she rose her head, “It’s not that interesting of a story if i’m honest..” she smiled

Pere laughed sensing her embarrassment and started the training session with a quick run down of what they were doing and what he needed from her.

The girls were told to separate over the pitch and kick the ball back and to each other, Mia scrunched her face as Keira came towards her motioning they were pairing, Alexia and Mia seemed to be in perfect sync as they kicked the ball and received it. Mia noticed every one else seemed to be having conversations with those around them. Bar her and Alexia. So she struck up a conversation about something surely Alexia would talk about, “That jacket your sister wants”

Alexia looked to her, “She still can’t find it, she’s got everyone looking for it” Mia smiled as she controlled a tricky ball from Keira, “Nice, good control” she felt her cheeks warm at the compliment from the multi award winning midfielder.

Mia sent the ball back, “I went to Zara yesterday after training”

“Do you have second job there?”

Mia laughed as Alexia chuckled at herself, “No” Alexia looked pleased with herself she made her laugh like Mia was the one who had a wall that needed breaking down, “My cousin, she came over with the jacket in a small, last one left” Alexia looked to her after sending her ball back over to Irene who seemed to be paying a lot of attention, “I convinced her to not buy it,” Mia jogged back to control the next ball from Keira and sent it back with one touch.

“Your control” Alexia waved her hand, “Crazy”

“I wanted to be a defender” Mia told Alexia a story she never really shared with people before, it was that interesting but she found herself telling her anyway as a way to make small talk, “But my coach at the time, said with my touch, I had to be a striker and in the box”

“Your coach right” Alexia nodded, “We’re excited to have you here”

Mia pierced her lips together, “Thank you.. anyway, I bought the jacket, I have it with me so you can give it to your sister”

“Gracias, she be very happy, I give you the money” Alexia hid her surprise that Mia did that for her sister, Mia did a touch that made Alexia turn away, “You’re just showing off now” Mia laughed just as the whistle blew.

+

Mia was in the canteen after training having something to eat alone, by choice, when Alexia approached, Mia rose her head. “Can I join?” Mia nodded Alexia sitting opposite her silently, Mia was having an out of body experience she was sat opposite the Alexia Putellas putting a straw into a juice box and sipping it like a child. She looked cute in her soft tracksuit and her hair down wavy. Made her somewhat hardness towards Mia soften. Mia lowered her eyes back to her sudoko when Alexia’s eyes darted to hers and she thought she got away with Alexia not catching her but she did. “Suduko no?”

“Si” Mia spoke filling another number in

“To complicada for me, I can’t do them”

Mia smiled gently raising her eyes, “They relax me”

Alexia rose her eyes, and the soft smiley Alexia Mia had watched her be with everyone else was finally sat before her looking at her with those sparkly eyes with the glint in them, that part was new. “Relaxing, no? Not possible” she laughed gently shaking her head

Alexia felt her stomach flip when Mia smiled at her as she rose her eyes looking at her, “Si possible” she nodded with a little laugh

Mia and Alexia didn’t stop smiling the entire time they spoke, they made each other laugh. Mia found it endearing the biggest name in women’s football was a tad awkward, held herself gently. She was softly spoken towards her like if she spoke to loud it would spook her. Because she had so much aura about her on the pitch, that’s where she was the Alexia Putellas. Confident. Assured. Knew herself. Maybe here she was being just Alexia. Because she seemed none of those things. She seemed, human.

A person despite previous opinions formed, was growing on Mia. Showing a different side.

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Mia came out reception after the team meeting, Alba spotted her before Alexia did, “Ay” she called Mia smiled seeing Alba with the jacket on modelling it for her with a smile on her face.

Alexia turned to see Mia coming down the steps clearly amused by Alba, “Suits you”

“Gracias” Alba was a hugger. Mia not so much she just let the hug happen. Can’t say no to a Putellas after all. Practically royals of the game.

Mia smiled, “You’re welcome” Mia kept walking as Alexia opened the car door, to Mia that was a signal she didn’t want her sticking around for a chat

“Wait, i owe you money for it” Alba spoke

“Alexia covered it, you owe her not me” Mia called looking over her shoulder

“Ay free jacket” Alba grinned to herself with a laugh

Mia laughed when Alexia frowned at Alba back handing her sister in the arm, she got into her Granddads car as they were seeming to bicker.

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Mia looked as she got a notification, then an email. Then another notification.

Alexia Putellas has started following you

Alexia Putellas has liked your post

Mia felt, weirdly vulnerable knowing Alexia was looking at her instagram and actively scrolling as the post she liked about her announcing her move to Barcelona was several posts down.

She wondered if she would ever get to the point she would trigger an email when she followed someone because she was big time like Alexia.

+

Alexia locked her phone and placed it down as she was at dinner with Irene. “So i have a question” Irene spoke looking to Alexia, “What’s your deal with Mia?”

Alexia furrowed her brows, “What do you mean?”

“Ale, you seemed to always be around her but never make the effort to talk to her, then three four weeks go by and suddenly you’re seeking her out to have lunch with her and apparently stalking her Instagram” she motioned to the phone now sat down

Alexia sipped her wine, “I don’t know how to be around her”

Irene furrowed her brows but in bounded Maria babbling about it was Ingrid’s fault she’s late and she was hogging the bathroom. Oblivious Maria greeted them both taking her seat and she froze when she saw the look Irene was giving Alexia.

“You don’t know how to be around her?”

“I can’t explain it” Alexia carried on, she was sure Maria would catch on soon enough she didn’t feel she needed to explain.

“Try” Irene prodded

“She doesn’t seem bothered by me, every other person they speak to me whether i want them to or not. They cling and they fuss and they want constant validation from me but her… she doesn’t do that. It’s like she couldn’t care less”

It was like someone switched a light on in Irene’s brain, she didn’t dislike Mia, “You like her”

“Who?!” Maria exclaimed, “Please catch me up, i could flick Ingrid for making me late and missing the vital information”

“Calm down” Irene chuckled, “It’s Mia”

Maria looked to Alexia, “You like Larsen? Gosh i sounded 12 then”

Alexia smiled looking down at the menu, “I find her intriguing we’ll put it that way” Irene and Maria shared a look

“Yet you won’t speak to her. Hardly.” She wasn’t even aware of Alexia’s Instagram stalking. Mapi flipped her menu not making eye contact with Alexia, the pair learned she’s more like to open up if you don’t pressure her or stare at her expectantly.

“I talk to her”

Irene smiled, “If we had a team dinner and we sat her next to you, you would happily sit in silence next to her all night”

“I don’t know what to say to her”

“Talk to her about clothes or skin care, her and Ingrid are always going on about that, honestly who knew you needed so many different face creams.” Maria rolled her eyes, “She was meeting Mia to go face cream shopping like who does that?“

Alexia laughed softly before they ordered their meals conversation halting as the waitress arrived, “Would you date Mia?” Irene asked, Alexia furrowed her brows at that question, “It was just a question” Irene held her hands up as she smiled, “You said yourself, she doesn’t seem bothered by you” Irene shrugged, “Maybe she isn’t impressed by La Reina”

“Then what makes you think she’ll want to date me?”

“That’s my point, she may date you.. for you.”

“I’m not that interesting” Alexia spoke sipping her wine, she looked as Maria’s phone pinged. “That Ingrid?”

Mapi opened the text, “She didn’t mention Mia if that’s what you’re digging for”

“I wasn’t, can we drop it now?”

Maria leant forward and whispered, “She is your type” she sat back up putting her hands up, “Had to be put out there”

“Did it?” Alexia smirked, even she found that funny

The girls had a lovely meal they were having a drink after there meal, Maria checked her phone, it was odd Ingrid hadn’t text she was home, she was only going out for an hour or so she told Maria.

She checked Instagram, she smiled seeing why she hadn’t gone home yet

Mia and Ingrid were talking about her first couple of weeks in Barcelona, how she was finding it. “Daunting coming into a team like this isn’t it, I remember by first couple of weeks, I’d just go home and sleep it was so overwhelming, new country new language new culture, trying to learn the Barca way” Ingrid smiled sipping her wine.

Mia looked up from her wine, “Did you ever get imposter syndrome, like you felt like you didn’t actually belong here?” Ingrid nodded with a soft smile, “I feel like they’re going to turn around any minute and tell me to get lost”

“I’m not just bullshitting you with this, and I shouldn’t be telling you this because Maria shouldn’t of told me.. but in there captains meeting, she said how Aitana and Alexia were singing your praises”

“Alexia surprises me”

Ingrid tilted her head, “Why?”

Mia seemed to hold her breathe as she thought, “I’m not asking for a fan fair or anything from her, but I just seem to get tips from her, and I know its how I’m perceiving it and she probably doesn’t mean to come across like it but I’m taking it as your shit, sort your shit out”

Ingrid smiled shaking her head, “I can hand on heart say, Alexia is a perfectionist and very very self critical, but she’d never push that on someone else, she just wants people to come into things trying there best and wants the best out of them.. she hates loosing, honestly, she was backing you hard in that meeting.”

Mia smiled, “I appreciate that but I will still think she doesn’t want me here”

“Mia” Ingrid tilted her head

A finger came out the side of Mia’s glass pointing at the door opened behind Ingrid, “You will learn very quickly I’m quite self critical to” Mia smirked seeing the face come through the door first, “You have a visitor” she sipped her wine as Irene and Alexia came inside behind Mapi who instantly reached over the table to squeeze Mias hand before hugging Ingrid and kissing her cheek.

“What are you doing here?”

“We were down the road having dinner, saw you were here, came to see how the shopping went?”

Mia leant on the table smiling, “You’ll be pleased to know you’ve got less room in the bathroom” Maria pulled a face at the bags under the table.

“How many face creams do you need?” Maria exclaimed, she pointed at Mia, “You are a bad influence”

Mia smiled shrugged and sipped her wine again, her eyes went to Alexia who was watching her, before Irene caught Mia’s attention, “Matteo said beautiful Mia would love the zoo, they had her favourite animal monkeys”

Mia melted, “He’s just adorable. Why can’t all men be more like him?”

Maria snapped her head so fast she went dizzy, “You’re straight!” She exclaimed

Mia sat up arms open slightly as Irene settle beside her Ingrid moving up one to let Alexia on the bench that side opposite Mia, “Wow.. when Keira told me you have to be gay and have tattoos to play football here I thought she was joking”

Maria laughed reaching to touch her arm, “Love is Love”

Mia giggled, “We’ll have to get you a flag with that on”

“I love flags”

“I’m not doubting you do” Mia smiled

“I’m going to go the bar, what do you want, Ale?” Maria asked Alexia who just pointed at Mia glass,

“Wines fine for me”

“Same again?” Ingrid smiled, Mia nodded, “We should of just bought the bottle” Mia smiled

“I’ll come with you, I fancy something different” Irene stood up with Maria as Ingrid turned on the bench to get out.

“Shall I just get the bottle?” Ingrid asked, “Would you drink that Ale?”

“What is it?” She asked then smiled when Ingrid pulled a face telling her she didn’t know

Mia held her glass to Alexia, “Try it”

Alexia looked to her it took a second but she took the glass and took a sip nodding her approval, “I’ll get a bottle then” she smiled and off she went to find the girls at the bar who shut up as soon as she got there, “What are you two up to?”

“Been to Zara today?” Alexia joked hands resting in her lap, looking at Mia who smiled ever so slightly looking at her, “You did didn’t you”

“Only because Ingrid wanted to go”

“Oh sure” Alexia shook her head, “Do you own any other clothes that aren’t from Zara?”

Mia scratched her face, “Got a bit of Barca stuff”

Alexia titled her head ever so slightly, “Please tell me you’re joking”

“I could tell you I was joking, but that would be a lie”

Alexia was laughing gently, “I’ll have to get myself to one and see what all the fuss is about, Alba is just the same”

“I’ll probably see you there” Mia joked Alexia laughed nodding knowing she probably would. And secretly hoping she did. “Bet you’re more of Passeig De Gràcia kind of girl huh?” Mia teased lifting her wine to her lips, Mia had walked down the street lined with all the designer shops on each side but hadn’t dared going into any of the shops

“You’re not funny” Alexia spoke with a smile that indeed told Mia and the returning Barca girls, she was in fact funny

Mia hummed tilting her head briefly, “If you say so” she sipped her wine, placing the glass back down.

Ingrid poured Alexia a glass, “Gracias” before she lifted her own glass

“Salud” They all clinked their glasses saying it several times to each other.

Mia looked at her phone as a text popped up, she read it on the front screen before opening it to read the rest, “Angry little Irish women?” Irene asked

“Honestly” Mia locked her phone, “You would think she’d get the message”

“When did you break up?” Ingrid asked softly

Mia seemed to have to think about it which gave them a clue of the time frame, “.. April”

“And she still texts?”

“And calls, and asks to FaceTime, a few times a day to, it had gone a bit quiet but now they’re coming to Barcelona for that friendly, she’s ramped up again wanting to meet up”

“Will you.. meet up with her?” Alexia asked sipping her wine, she was looking over Mia’s face, she was hard read

“No” Mia shook her head, “She had her chance, you don’t get to screw me over more than once”

The girls finished the bottle between them as they chatted and laughed, Alexia didn’t have much to contribute but she was at least laughing when Mia cracked a joke. Mia appreciative because sometimes she was the only one to. She felt maybe, the ice had been broken. It wouldn’t be as awkward, she knew there may always be that slight awkwardness due to the awkward soul that was Alexia in some situations, but slowly she was believing what Ingrid had told her earlier.

Mia got to the locker room the following morning, Alexia looked at the paper Mia picked up then to Mias face to see her reaction, “Irene said Mateo drew it for you” Mia smiled looking to where Irene sat and held the picture to her

“He was insistent that I gave it to you soon as I saw you”

Mia dropped her bag between her legs where she stood and the girls could see even though she never voiced it, she was clearly touched, she took some blu tack from a near by strategy board and stuck it in her cubby, before getting on with her morning to be ready for training. Afterwards she was shocked she had been picked to do media, with the queen herself Alexia Putellas.

Alexia sent a soft smile over her shoulder, “Don’t look so nervous, it’s fine” Never did Mia think she’d be thankful to have Alexia there for her but her calmness and composure as she walked in helped calm her. Alexia pulled the chair out for Mi

 before taking her own

“Gracias” Mia muttered sitting down, much to her surprise the first question was posed to her

“Mia, Welcome to Barcelona, you’ll have to excuse my English”

“La podemos hacer en español si lo prefieres.” Mia said with a shrug of a shoulder as she leant on the table telling the interviewer he could do it in Spanish if he preferred

Alexia as she pulled her chair in smirked looking to Mia, “Español? Si?” The interviewer tried to confirm

Mia nodded, “Si”

Alexia watched Mia the entire time she did her little bit in the media room, she fiddled with her hoop earrings as the next question was posed yet again to Mia, “What’s it been like these past few weeks in pre-season with some of the best players in the world, one of whom is sitting beside you”

Mia smiled as did Alexia, “Be nice” she spoke in a mock warning tone

“It’s a real honour” Mia started in a mock rehearsed voice before smiling, “No but seriously it has been an honour, like you say I’m sharing the grass with the best players in the world and I’ve just been trying to do my best and really take on board and soak up all the comments and advice” Mia motioned to Alexia briefly, “The team and players have been giving me, to be become a better player so I can contribute in my time here, its been an adjustment thats for sure like it would be to go into any new team but one with the stature and history of Barcelona brings with its own set of nerves, so just keeping my head down and focusing on pre-season to get a prepared for the season ahead as much as I can”

“Alexia, from your point of view how’s Mia been doing”

Alexia smiled as Mia mimicked her, “Be nice”

She laughed before speaking, “Shall I do mine in English?” Mia smiled nodding

“If you want to”

“Mia” Mia lowered her head briefly, it caught her off guard how much she liked the way Alexia said her name, she’d never heard her say her name before, “For sure, if you” Alexia paused briefly, “Pass her, it will be assist because 100% would be a goal, I tell her this in training, her touch crazy, how she control ball, incredible, I like a lot how she moves without ball also so I think she do well at Barca. We’re very happy she on our team”

Mia smiled timidly looking to Alexia looked to her, “Cheers, I’ll pay you later”

“100 euro no?” Alexia asked trying to surprise her smile playing along

Mia nodded as the room laughed, “Si”

Mia went on her daily Zara peruse after training feeling a lot better about how her captain felt about her, although as she was looking around she couldn’t help but giggle at the face she knew Alexia could give her if she knew she was here yet again.

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Can not believe the response the last part got! Thank you so much!

No idea how many parts this will be but let me know if you want more! Also do we like the fake socials

Part 3

[sinsandsweetness]

Wellllllll…… I just read one Rec from someone and holy. Stepdad Rick isn’t my thing but still hot. I was thinking what if it was Shane instead. Or Daryl. Sneaking around behind Rick’s back. But ugh, Rick is so hot tho. Decisions decisions. More like Dad’s best friend maybe?

now that’s hot as hell. Idk who Dad would be but best friend trope could work for any combination possible I would think… (all of them!? 🙈 short of a orgy, I can’t see either Dixon putting up with Shane even for something like that but hey)

been thinking about this every hour since it appeared in my inbox… (Shane is my guilty pleasure fr. would let him do disgusting things to me)

I think I’m seeing your vision… lemme know what you think💗

PICK YOUR POISON

(Rick & Shane & Daryl x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+, smut, alcohol consumption, smoking, references of sex, multiple partners, the boys are kinda pervs but it’s ok cause ur legal and this is fiction <3 2.1k word count

You open the door to the garage and make your way down the stairs. Not even bothering to slip any shoes on. Your mom keeps the epoxy floors absolutely pristine, so there’s really no reason. Plus, your toenail polish is still a little tacky. Bright, bubble gum pink polish and a silver toe ring adorning your foot. The smell of liquor and smoke has filled the garage. Accompanied by the deep, rugged voices and dry laughs coming from your fathers closest friends.

“You know mom hates it when you smoke in the house.” You say all matter of fact, leaning up against the bar-tops, marble counter. You can feel your tank top strap slipping down your shoulder. But the animalistic looks coming from your dads three closest friends, force you to let it drop. To let them see.

Your father puts his cigarette out in the ash tray on the bar. Rolling his eyes at you. “Well good thing we’re in the garage then.”

You ignore his attitude.

“Mom needs you.”

“For what?”

“To drop her off at Cindy’s.”

He seems irritated. But all five of you can hear the rain. There’s no way any half decent husband should let his wife walk to her monthly book club meeting in this weather.

“Just- keep your mouth shut about the smokes. And grab everyone another drink. Make sure they don’t burn the place down while I’m gone.” You father jokes, ruffling up Daryl’s hair on his way to the door, grabbing his jacket and keys.

You wave an innocent goodbye as you watch him through the garage door windows, backing out of the driveway. Your mother in the passenger seat, smiling sweetly at you.

“Well… whatcha drinkin’?” You ask Rick, who’s sat in the middle. Glass empty, with a lone, melting ice cube clinking around in the bottom.

“Rum and coke.” He answers, licking his lips.

“Spiced?” You ask. A flirty smile playing on your face as you bite your bottom lip.

They’re all staring. Jaws clenched and breathing slowly.

You know what you’re doing. You can tell by the way they’re all looking at you. You can practically see the wheels turning in their brains.

They shouldn’t be thinking this way about their friends daughter. About their best friends little girl. Well… not so little anymore. You’d just turned 21. Hell, they were at the party. Giving you the exact same looks they’re giving you right now.

The ones they definitely shouldn’t be.

But they are.

They’re thinking about your thin, frilly, pyjama shorts, and how they can see the purple g string pulled up over your hips. How they can see your belly ring through the fabric of your tank top, and imagining what it would feel like against their lips as they kiss their way down your stomach. And you know they’re thinking about bending you over the bar counter and taking turns at fucking you until they hear the sound of your dads diesel pulling into the driveway. How you’d have to play pretend for your father, ignoring the fact that your panties are soaking through with three different men’s cum, and maybe even a mix of your own. The salty liquids threatening to drip down your inner thigh as you politely excuse yourself from the garage. Coming up with any bullshit excuse to go lay on your bed and rub your clit until you’re seeing stars. Imagining each of their faces in between your legs, spreading you open and eating you up.

You know they’re thinking it, because you are too. It’s the only thing you can think about in this moment, while pouring Rick a double spiced rum and coke. Taking a sip and then handing it him. Making sure your fingers touch.

When you turn to ask Shane what he wants, he gets up. Insisting that you won’t know how to make an old fashioned. You only just turned 21 after all. You probably haven’t even had one before.

But he’s wrong. They’re your dads favourite and you’d been making them for him since you were 16. But you didn’t tell Shane that. Instead you let him walk around the bar, come up behind you and press himself against your back. Letting a tiny gasp escape at the feeling of his, very hard, cock pressing into your bum. Pushing you even further against the counter. His chest is warm against you. And his hands are big and calloused as he guides your own, pouring the perfect amount of bitters, simple syrup and bourbon over a huge, king sized ice cube that he’d retrieved from the freezer.

Finally, taking a slice of orange, meticulously cut up and organized in little containers on the bar top. It was something your mother was always very fond of; organizing the liquors and the garnishes, ensuring that your father could host a proper poker night or barbecue. Or whatever the fuck they stayed up all night doing in their little man cave. Not knowing that you were upstairs, awake and playing with your favourite vibrator, listening to their rock music through your bedroom floor.

“And then you twist it, like this…” Shane’s lips are actually brushing your ear. And you don’t mean to, but your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. His free hand moves to your waist as he tosses the orange peel in the drink, lifting it up and bringing the cold glass to your lips.

“Try it.” He says. And though you can’t see him because he’s still behind you, you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You take a sip. A small one. Immediately scrunching your face at the two men still sitting across you. Their lips curl into an amused smile as they watch you swallow the amber liquid.

“Not my favourite.” You whisper as Shane leans back. Only for a second before he’s turned you around and trapped you once more, back to the bar this time.

“Well we did forget one thing,” He says, reaching over to a jar on the counter. Maraschino cherries. Your favourite.

“And I know how much you like these.” He teases, referring to all the cherries he caught you adding to your piña coladas at a neighbors pool party only a couple weeks ago.

He dips a single cherry in the drink. Taking it by the stem and lifting it to your mouth. You don’t hesitate in wrapping your lips around it. The bitter taste of the bourbon on the fruit doesn’t last long. A sweet, sugary syrup bleeds over your tastebuds as you bite into the cherry. And a moan manages to escape your throat. It’s quiet. You think maybe it was subtle enough to go unnoticed. But the smile on Shane’s lips and the dry laugh coming from behind you, tell you that it didn’t.

Shane is still pushed up against you, cock strained in his jeans and pressed right against your stomach. His hand gripping your hip and forcing you to stay against the counter. And the way he’s looking down at you. Fuck, the way they’re all looking at you. Watching you start to squirm under their gaze.

“It’s good.” You swallow. Trying to maintain a confident, big girl attitude. But truthfully, you just want them to peel your clothes off, and let you melt into their arms as you cum all over their cocks.

“Daryl’s drink is still empty, sweetheart.” Rick’s gravelly voice pulls you back.

“Right.”

Shane gives your hip one last squeeze before he walks back to his barstool. Next to Rick. They cheers quietly and sip on their drinks. Watching intently as you try to compose yourself.

“What’s your poison?” You turn to the last man, lighting what was probably his second or third cigarette of the night. Glancing up at you and taking a draw. Slowly inhaling and exhaling. And though your mother was not a fan, you fucking loved it. You wanted to crawl onto his lap and have him blow the smoke right between your lips as you rode his cock, letting the other two men watch and touch themselves to the sight of you getting off on another guy.

But you didn’t.

“Just a beer, sunshine.” He pushes his empty glass forward for you. You grab it and put it in the dishwasher. Grabbing a brand new, frosted mug from the freezer.

“Which one?”

“Bud’s fine.”

You grab a bottle and skillfully pour it into the mug, coming around the bar this time to hand it to him. Intentionally placing yourself between him and Rick, reaching over and setting the glass in front of him.

To no one’s surprise, you feel a warm hand on the small of your back. Rick’s fingers tracing dangerously close to the thin band of your panties.

“Those are really bad for you, y’know.”

You get bold again. Stepping onto the foot rest of Rick’s barstool, and taking a seat right on his lap. The hand on your back only helping guide you on to him. Quickly finding its way around your waist as you make yourself comfortable.

Daryl only grunts. Hiding a smile at your silly comment. He’d seen you smoke. Hell, he’d snuck out of multiple dinner parties to have one with you.

“You gonna share?” You ask.

Hesitantly he hands it over, and you take it with two fingers. Taking a long drag in and then turning to face Rick again, before you slowly exhale. Trying to focus the smoke onto his lips more than anything.

“What the hell would your father think if he could see you right now?” Shane asks, leaning back in his chair and palming the hard on, still evident in his jeans.

“Think he’d probably try and beat you’re asses.” You say. And while you’re answering Shane, your focus is solely on Rick. The scruff on his face. His bright blue eyes, taunting you and begging you to lean in. Just an inch closer so that he can catch your lips.

“Think he’d win?” Rick asks, glancing down at your own lips.

“Not a chance.” You smile.

He closes the space between you, and you taste rum on the tongue that traces yours. Rick’s hand going to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as you blindly try to put the cigarette out on the ashtray. You start to move. Trying to maneuver your position so that you’d have a leg on either side of him, straddling his very apparent bulge. But right as you start to moan against his mouth, you hear the truck pull up and park. Practically jumping off of Rick and standing in between him and Daryl’s barstools. Fixing your hair as the heat rises to your cheeks. The men chuckle at your flustered appearance. Waiting for their friend to enter through the side door of the garage.

“Hi dad.” You say, smiling politely and pulling your tank top down to cover the strip of skin visible where it had previously rode up.

“Hey, hun. Glad to see they weren’t too much trouble for ya.” You father aproaches and slaps a hand on Shane’s back. Sitting down next to him and grabbing the pack of smokes from his jacket pocket.

“Y’wannanother drink, daddy?” You ask. Daryl clears his throat. And you see Ricks eyes go wide as Shane tries to hide his smile.

“Please. Old fashioned, darling. Y’want some of that pink stuff we found last week? Bubbly… something or other. It’s in the fridge.”

You watch Shane the whole time that you make the old fashioned. Clearly showing him that you knew exactly how your dad liked it. Carefully placing the cocktail on the counter in front of them.

“Thanks doll.” Your dad says, continuing to smoke his cigarette. Reaching over the counter and handing one to Rick who lights it. Watching you the whole time. Tendrils of smoke, floating up to the ceiling of the garage. You turn around. Bending over and being sure to stay searching for the bottle of rosé about thirty seconds longer than you really needed to. You pour a glass as the men discuss what the next move was. What they should do for the night. Considering it’s still a work night, and they all have a supply run pretty early in the morning.

“You wanna play some cards, sweetie?” Your dad asks. You scrunch your nose at him, taking a nice long sip of your sparkling wine.

“What? You got somewhere better to be?” Shane teases.

You huff a semi-annoyed breath, looking around for a spare stool. Even though you already knew there were only 4. Ricks eyes glimmer as he pats his left thigh, inviting you back on.

To your surprise, your dad pays you no mind, already starting to shuffle the deck of cards as you hesitantly take your seat back on top of Rick. Loving the way his hand curls around your thighs and tugs you even further on top of him. And the the way that Shane looks a little jealous that he hadn’t offered first. And you’re especially loving the way Daryl shifts on his stool just the tiniest bit closer, so that his leg grazes yours every now and then.

“All right, here’s the rules…” You hear your dad starts to explain, already dealing you each some cards. But you don’t hear him. You don’t even look in his direction. You’re way too focused on the taste of Rick that lingers on your lips, and the way your clit is actually fucking pulsing. Begging for attention. And truthfully, your mind can’t help but wander, thinking about what might have happened if your dad had taken any longer to get back home.

part 2

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(I’m picturing readers dad as Tobin in Alexandria. Someone like that at least. With a Carol-esque mother. But picture whoever you’d like! Just thought I’d share what I was kinda thinking…)

taglist - @rickswh0r3 @elnyrae @catt-leya @murder-jacket @miinbun @ankhmutes @eternalrose81 @cl0wnb0yyy @grimesthinker

[anjee0]

Week 4 - Snow Day

Female!Reader x 2000s!Eminem (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well)

Description - Y/n, Marshall and Hailie decide to have a fun day in the snow

Warnings - A little swearing

Y/n poured the creamy hot chocolate into a festive red mug as Hailie watched with joyous eyes. The steam meandered its way out the mug looking like a smooth, white ribbon. 

“Can I have whipped cream and marshmallows too please?” Hailie asked with a small smile.

“Of course, sweetie.” Y/n replied.

Y/n topped the rich drink with a dollop of soft whipped cream and decorated it with mini colourful marshmallows. She gently slid the mug over to Hailie. The young girl’s eyes lit up with excitement as she looked down on the drink, examining every part of it.

“I think it’s best if you let it cool down for a bit. It’s quite hot.” Y/n said as she poured herself a hot cup of coffee.

“What are you making?” Hailie asked.

“Coffee.”

“But I thought you didn’t like coffee.”

“I don’t. It’s for your dad. That sleepyhead.”

Hailie giggled as she picked up a marshmallow and popped it in her mouth. “So daddy’s still sleeping?”

“Not anymore.” A groggy voice said.

Y/n and Hailie both turned their heads around to see Marshall leaning against the doorpost. His bleached buzz cut was messy and his eyes looked slightly droopy. He had a tank top on, exposing his muscular arms, decorated in meaningful tattoos. Y/n couldn’t believe just how perfect he looked, even if he just rolled out of bed.

“Daddy!” Hailie squealed as she ran over to him, reaching her hands up. 

Marshall immediately cracked into a smile as he picked Hailie up and held her in his hands. He kissed her forehead, his gaze softening at his daughter’s heart-warming giggle. “Morning baby.”

“Mummy made me hot chocolate and she made you coffee.” Hailie said as Marshall set her down.

“She did?” Marshall placed a soft kiss on her lips and placed his hands on her waist. “Thanks baby.” He whispered.

“Of course.” Y/n replied in the same gentle tone, then sharing a peck on the lips.

“Ew! Get a room!” Hailie said as her face scrunched up with mock disgust.

Hailie's response brought a hearty chuckle to Y/n and Marshall. He immediately picked Hailie up again and settled her down on the counter. Y/n linked her arm with Marshall's and leaned on her shoulder with a small smile as she watched the two people she loved the most messing around.

“Mummy! Daddy! It's snowing!” Hailie exclaimed as she pointed out the window.

“Oh, it is.” Y/n said as she looked towards the window.

Soft, cold flakes of snow were falling from the sky slowly and settling on the ground. It was only a matter of time before the snow started to fall rapidly, making a fluffy white blanket on the grass.

“Can we go play outside?” Hailie asked. “Please?” She looked up at her parents with an innocent pout and beady puppy eyes. It was enough to convince the both of them.

“Yeah, we can go.” Y/n replied. “Let's get suited up.”

Soon enough, they were all upstairs, layering up for the weather outside. All three of them were wrapped up in warm puffer jackets and thick pants, along with fluffy hats, scarves and gloves. 

“Are we all ready?” Marshall asked.

“I'm ready. Are you ready to go yet Hailie?” Y/n asked.

“I'm more ready than ever!” Hailie exclaimed as she beamed with excitement. She was energetically jumping around and clapping her hands with the widest smile ever.

“Alright, baby, save the energy for outside.” Marshall chuckled.

Hailie hurried to the front door and opened it, ecstatic to go out. Immediately, the chilly air from outside hit her face, making her freeze up and squinting her eyes. She ran outside and started jumping around again, her optimistic energy bouncing off of her. “Mummy! Daddy! Hurry up!” 

Y/n and Marshall held each other's hand as they stepped outside into the cold breeze. The snow was thick and soft immediately disappearing underneath their feet as they made their steps.

Sneakily, Hailie rolled a ball of snow in her hands. A mischievous smirk grew on her face as she hid her hands behind her back.

“You guys are slow!” Hailie exclaimed when Marshall and Y/n finally caught up to her.

“We're not that slow!” Y/n said.

“Really? Good luck chasing after me then!” Suddenly, Hailie revealed the snowball hidden behind her and threw it at Marshall’s chest before darting off with a squeal.

“Oh, what!” Marshall replied in a mock annoying tone as he wiped the snow off his jacket dramatically. “I'm so gonna get you back!”

He rolled up a big ball of snow and immediately started running after Hailie. She squealed excitedly as she ran around in circles, trying to get away.

“Mummy! Protect me!” She giggled as she ran behind Y/n. Hailie grabbed her jacket and peeked every so often to check. “I see him!” She whispered. “Hide me.”

“You got it.” Y/n replied. “Quickly, get back.”

Marshall slowed down as he approached Y/n, the snowball still in his hand. “Hey babe, you didn't happen to see Hailie, did you?”

“Nope, I think she went back inside.”

A quiet giggle came from behind Y/n as Hailie listened in enthusiastically. 

“Did you hear that?” Marshall asked.

“I didn't hear anything.”

“Guess I have no one to use his snowball in.” Marshall sighed, looking down at his hands. He then looked up at Y/n with a silly grin. “Unless…”

“No way Marshall-” But it was too late. Y/n felt a big thump on her chest as the snowball splat on her jacket and exploded everywhere.

Hailie jumped out from behind and laughed hysterically. “Mummy! You got snowballed!”

“That is so unfair.” Y/n laughed. She rushed down to grab a clump of snow and threw it at Marshall’s chest. There was barely any impact and half of it had crumbled anyway when it was thrown through the air.

“Pffft. That was pathetic.” Marshall teased.

“Well, you're asking for this… snowball fight!” Y/n exclaimed.

All of a sudden, everyone was running off, trying to protect themselves but also get a good hit of snow. They then spent their time throwing snowballs of all shapes and sizes at each other, laughing hysterically when they hit someone or scoffing dramatically when they got hit themselves.

Marshall fell back on the snow as he spread his arms and legs apart like a snowman. Hailie laid next to him and snuggled up under his arm. Soon enough, Y/n came over and laid on his other side. She rested her head on his chest, listening carefully to his heartbeat.

All three of them were out of breath as they breathed rapidly, trying to steady themselves. They all laid in a comfortable silence, letting the tiny flakes of snow delicately fall on them.

“Can we make a snowman please?” Hailie asked as she sat up.

“Sure baby, but can we catch our breath real quick?” Marshall.

Hailie got and dusted herself off. “Okay then. That's fine. But you need to hurry up! Can I quickly get a carrot from the kitchen?”

“Are you sure you can go by yourself?” Y/n asked.

“I'll be fine.” She said as she ran towards the front door and disappeared into the house.

Marshall wrapped his arms around Y/n and held her close, keeping her warm and safe from the freezing atmosphere around them.

“This is nice. Cuddling in the snow.” Y/n murmured against his lips.

“It is.” He murmured back as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too.”

They continued to lay in silence, looking at each other with a soft and loving gaze. Y/n felt her heart flutter as Marshall placed a light kiss on her forehead and held her even closer, not letting any space come between them. Their limbs were tangled up with each other in a warm embrace, keeping them cosy from the chilly breeze dancing around them.

“I'm back!” Hailie exclaimed as she came running back, waving a carrot in her hand. “Come on, come on! I wanna build a snowman.”

“We're getting up, sweetie.” Y/n said as she let herself out of Marshall's grip, secretly wishing she could stay for a little longer. 

Marshall got up too and smiled at Hailie. “Alright baby, let's make this snowman.”

They started rolling up large balls of snow, struggling to keep together. With multiple failed attempts and test runs, they were able to make two large balls of snow. They were perfectly sculpted into impeccable spheres.

“One question. How do we get that snowball on top of that snowball without it breaking?” Y/n asked.

“With my strong muscles of course!” Marshall exclaimed as he flexed his arms.

Hailie facepalmed and shook her head sarcastically. “Daddy, I can only see your puff jacket.”

“It's fine, because underneath, I've got amazing muscles.” 

“Will your amazing muscles crush the snowball?” Y/n asked.

“No way, I'm very controlled.”

Marshall picked up the snowball carefully and precisely rolled on top of the other won. Surprisingly, it kept its shape and didn't crumble under any pressure.

“See, I told you!” Marshall said.

“Is this gonna boost his ego?” Hailie asked Y/n.

Y/n chuckled at Hailie's question. “Maybe.” She whispered.

“Hey, I heard that!” Marshall said, pointing his gloved finger at them.

Afterwards, the three of them set out to find twigs and stones to make arms and a face for the snowman. They gathered around and stuck the different bits on the two snowballs, giving it some expression.

“And the carrot!” Hailie said as she stuck the carrot deep into the face, truly bringing it to life.

All three of them stood back, admiring their wonderful creation.

“I can't be the only one who thinks it's a bit lopsided-” Marshall started to say, only for Y/n to playfully hit his arm and cut him off.

“Marshall, shush. Look, Hailie looks really happy about it. And that's what matters.”

They both looked over at Hailie who stepped forward and stared in awe with an adorable smile painted on her face. “I'm gonna name him Mr Icicle!” She said, turning around to beam up at her parents.

“That's a wonderful name, baby.” Marshall said. “Can we go back inside though, my toes are freezing.”

“Awww,” Hailie replied as her smile faded away. “But I wanna stay for a bit more.”

“I get you wanna stay out in the snow but me and daddy are getting cold.” Y/n said. “How about we all have a movie day and we can eat those cookies I bought the other day?”

Hailie started bouncing up and down as her smile quickly returned. “Yes! Can we watch Die Hard?”

“You wanna watch Die Hard?” Y/n asked, her voice laced with confusion.

“Yeah, me and daddy watched it when you went to work. Best Christmas movie ever!”

“Marshall…” Y/n said in a stern tone as she turned to look at her husband.

Marshall chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “It's fine. We watched the clean version.”

“Did you?” Y/n asked as turned back around to look at Hailie.

“I don't know what that means. But we're watching Die Hard! Yippee Ki-Yay motherfucker!” Hailie exclaimed as she ran to the house excitedly.

Y/n gasped as she shoved Marshall's arm. “Marshall!”

“I'm not here anymore!” He said as he ran back into the house, following after Hailie.

A/N: because I posted my last oneshot late, I wanted to do this one a little early:))

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Stormy Nights 

Characters: Beau Arlen x F/Reader Y/N     

I got this awesome request from: @csicsi16b and it's also my first Beau fic!

Summary:  Beau and Y/N have been dating some time now, a thunderstorm is moving over Montana, something Y/N isn’t quite fond of. Beau gets home to comfort her.  

Warnings: 18+, Spicy, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral sex female receiving,  unprotected sex  and Fluff 🥰

English is not my first language 

*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

The first rumble of thunder echoed across the sky as Beau Arlen glanced out of his office window. The dark clouds rolled in faster than he’d expected, casting a shadow over the usually sunny landscape. A sense of urgency tightened in his chest—he knew how much Y/N hated thunderstorms. She never said much about it, but he could see the way she’d tense up, her fingers twitching just slightly whenever the skies darkened. 

With a muttered curse, Beau grabbed his keys and hurried out of the office, not even bothering to stop for his jacket. The rain started just as he reached his truck, heavy droplets splattering against the windshield as he sped toward home. The wipers struggled to keep up with the downpour, but Beau barely noticed, his mind solely focused on getting back to Y/N. 

He pulled into the driveway he cut the engine and bolted for the front door. By the time he reached to door, he was soaked to the bone, the rain having found every gap in his clothing. The thunder growing louder and more frequent. Fumbling with the keys for a second, he finally managed to unlock the door and stepped inside, shaking off the worst of the rain. 

The warm, comforting scent of something delicious greeted him, and he followed it into the kitchen. There she was, Y/N, moving gracefully around the space, trying to forget the storm raging outside, as long as there were no lightning and thunder, she’d be fine.  

She was wearing those tiny pyjama shorts he loved so much, paired with a simple tank top that clung to her in all the right places. Beau couldn’t help but let his eyes linger as she bent over to place a dish in the oven, the sight almost enough to make him forget about the storm outside until the thunder spooked her and she mumbled to herself ‘God damn weather.”  

He stood there for a moment, just watching her, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The sight of her like this, making him food so that when he got home he's been taken care of. He never askes her to do it, but he still liked it.

Besides that, she's beautiful, both her personality and looks, it made something warm and protective stir deep within him. Without thinking, he moved closer, his boots making a soft noise on the tiled floor, but it was drowned out by the sound of the rain pounding against the windows. 

Y/N didn’t hear him approach, too focused on adjusting the temperature of the oven. Beau’s hand slipped around her waist, pulling her gently but firmly against him. She let out a startled gasp, her body tensing before she realized who it was. 

“Beau!” she exclaimed, turning her head to look up at him, a mix of surprise and relief in her eyes. “You scared me! I didn’t expect you home so soon.” 

He chuckled softly, his voice a deep rumble that matched the thunder outside. “Sorry, darlin’. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” His arms stayed wrapped around her, and she relaxed into his embrace, the cold of his drenched clothes seeping into hers. 

“I’m okay,” she said softly, leaning back against him. He knew she tried to pretend not to be afraid when he was around. Beau pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his damp hair brushing against her cheek. “Good. But I’m here now, just in case you need a cuddle buddy.”  

Beau felt the warmth of Y/N’s hands on his chest, her fingers slightly pressing into his damp shirt as she looked up at him with concern. “You’re drenched, Beau. Why don’t you take a shower? But on something dry. Dinner will be ready soon.” 

A soft smile played on his lips as he leaned down to kiss her. Once, twice, three times, each kiss lingering just a little longer than the last. He could feel her relax more with every kiss, her worry about the storm melting away in the warmth of their shared moment. “Alright, darlin’,” he murmured against her lips, giving her one last peck before pulling away and heading to the bathroom. 

The hot water felt like heaven against his chilled skin, washing away the cold rain and tension from the day. As he stepped out of the shower, drying off with a towel, the house suddenly went dark. The steady hum of electricity silenced, replaced by the sound of heavy rain against the roof and the distant rumble of thunder. 

“Y/N?” he called out, his voice echoing through the now eerily quiet house. Wrapping the towel around his waist, Beau grabbed the flashlight he always kept handy in the bathroom and made his way downstairs, the beam of light cutting through the darkness. 

As he reached the living room, he found Y/N standing near the kitchen, the dim glow from his flashlight reflecting in her eyes. “The power’s out,” he said, stating the obvious as he approached her. “I’ll go check the breaker box outside.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, her hand reaching out to grab his arm. “Beau, wait. Can’t it… can’t it wait until the storm passes?” 

He paused, seeing the apprehension in her gaze. She never liked thunderstorms, but this one was hitting harder than usual. A small smile tugged at his lips as he reassured her, “It’s just the breaker, sweetheart. I’ll be quick—nothing’s gonna happen, I promise.” 

But as he turned toward the door, Y/N moved to block his path. Her movements were quick, almost instinctual, driven by the need to keep him close. Before Beau could say anything, a particularly loud clap of thunder shook the house, making Y/N jump and instinctively step closer to him, her hands gripping his arms tightly. The fear in her eyes was palpable, and Beau felt his heart tighten in his chest. 

“Beau, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she closed the door behind him. “That can wait.” 

He looked down at her, seeing the vulnerability in her expression. She was usually so strong, so independent, but in this moment, she needed him. And there was no way he was going to leave her alone and scared in the dark. 

“But you made food,” he protested softly, his hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. 

“That can wait too,” she replied with a small, determined smile. “I’m sure we have marshmallows somewhere. Grab the candles, and we’ll make the best of it.” 

Beau chuckled, the sound low and comforting. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he said, his voice filled with affection. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips, letting the kiss linger a moment longer before pulling back. 

“You keep me on my toes,” he continued, moving toward the kitchen to find the candles. The thought of her smile in the flickering light made him move a little quicker, eager to turn this stormy night into something special. 

A few minutes later, the living room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. The marshmallows they found were a little old, but neither of them cared. Beau sat on the couch.  

Beau couldn’t help but smile as he watched Y/N set up a makeshift spread on the coffee table. Despite the power outage and the storm raging outside, she had put together a cozy little setup—a cheese board with an assortment of crackers, a few pieces of fruit, and the marshmallows they’d found tucked away in the pantry. It was simple, but it was perfect, just like her. 

The warm, comforting scent of her favorite vanilla lotion mingled with the aroma of the food, wrapping around him like a protective blanket. Y/N always had a way of making even the most chaotic situations feel calm and safe. As she nestled beside him on the couch, her body close to his, Beau felt a wave of contentment wash over him. 

“So,” Y/N began softly, her voice barely louder than the patter of rain against the windows. “How was your day?” as she curled up beside him, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched the flames dance in the small fireplace. 

Beau sighed, his hand naturally moving to rest on her shoulder, tracing soothing circles with his thumb. The tension from the long day seemed to melt away as he touched her, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “It was busy,” he replied, his voice carrying the weight of the day’s events. “Nothing too exciting, just a lot of paperwork and a couple of routine calls. I couldn’t stop thinking about getting home to you, though. That kept me going.” 

Y/N smiled, leaning into his touch as his hand moved gently across her back, comforting her even as she tried to comfort him. She reached for a piece of cheese, nibbling on it thoughtfully before looking up at him with a question that had been on her mind since he walked in. “Where’s Emily? Is she alright?” 

Beau’s expression softened at the mention of his daughter. Y/N had always been so good with Emily, treating her with the same love and care she showed him. “She’s good,” he assured her. “She’s staying with a friend tonight. The storm wasn’t supposed to hit until later, so I thought it’d be a good chance for her to have a little sleepover. They were planning to watch some movies and do each other’s hair.” 

Y/N nodded, relieved. “That sounds nice. I’m glad she’s having fun.” 

Beau’s hand continued to stroke Y/N’s back, his touch growing more deliberate as he let his fingers drift lower, tracing the curve of her spine. His voice dropped to a husky murmur, full of suggestion. “You know, that leaves the two of us alone for the night.” 

Y/N looked up at him, catching the glint in his green eyes. The hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she teased, “Hm… and what does that mean?” 

Instead of answering right away, Beau’s strong arms moved to lift her effortlessly onto his lap, her legs straddling him as she settled in close. His hands slipped under the hem of her shorts, caressing the soft skin of her thighs and hips.  

His touch both tender and possessive. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “It means you always take such good care of me, sweetheart… how ’bout I take care of you tonight?” 

A shiver of anticipation ran through Y/N at his words, her hands instinctively resting on his broad shoulders for balance. She could feel the heat of his body through the sweatpants he'd put on before 'diner' and the way his hands roamed her legs sent a delicious warmth spreading through her. 

She met his gaze, her heart pounding a little faster as she saw the intensity in his eyes, the deep affection mingling with something more primal. “What do you have in mind?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, though she already knew the answer. 

Beau’s lips curved into a slow, confident smile as he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to the side of her neck, his hands sliding up to rest on her hips. “I think you know,” he murmured against her skin, his voice sending a thrill through her. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel every day, darlin’. Tonight, it’s all about you.” 

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her body responding to his words and the way his hands seemed to ignite every nerve he touched. She let herself sink into the moment, her fingers threading through his damp hair as she pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that was slow and deep, filled with all the unspoken promises of the night ahead. 

Beau’s hands roamed over her body, savoring every curve, every soft sigh that escaped her lips. He took his time, wanting to prolong the anticipation, to show her just how much he appreciated and adored her. The storm outside had all but faded into the background, leaving nothing but the sound of their breathing and the steady beat of their hearts. 

She smiled, a little breathless, and whispered, “I think I like the sound of that.” 

Beau grinned, his hands sliding back down to her thighs, holding her securely on his lap as he leaned in for another kiss. “Good,” he murmured against her lips. “Because I plan on spoiling you all night, sweetheart.” 

Beau’s hands moved with a slow, deliberate tenderness as he slid Y/N’s top up over her head, letting the soft fabric fall to the floor. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her, her bare skin glowing softly in the candlelight, her breasts exposed to his gaze. His breath hitched, desire flaring as he admired her, but it was more than that—it was the deep love and affection he felt for her, the way she trusted him completely, that made this moment all the more intimate. 

He leaned in, pressing a series of soft kisses along her neck, his lips trailing a warm path down to her collarbone. Y/N sighed, her hands tightening slightly on his shoulders as he continued downward, his mouth hovering just above her breast. He could feel her heartbeat quicken against his lips, the anticipation making her tremble slightly in his arms. 

When his mouth finally found her nipple, he was gentle, letting his lips close around it as his tongue flicked out to tease. Y/N gasped softly, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Beau responded to her reaction, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes. 

His other hand wasn’t idle, moving to her other breast, kneading the soft flesh with a mixture of firmness and care. His fingers grazed her nipple, tugging and rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger, matching the rhythm of his tongue. 

Y/N’s breath came in short, shallow bursts, her body arching slightly into his touch. Every movement of his mouth, every caress of his hand was driving her wild, the pleasure building in a slow, deliberate wave that threatened to overwhelm her. She could feel the heat pooling low in her belly, spreading out through her limbs, making her feel weightless and grounded all at once. 

Beau could sense her growing need, her body’s responses urging him on. He pulled back for a moment, just enough to look up at her, his green eyes darkened with desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. 

Y/N’s heart swelled at his words, her hands threading through his hair as she pulled him back down, needing to feel his mouth on her again. Beau obliged, his lips closing around her nipple once more, sucking gently before releasing it with a soft, wet sound. His hand continued to knead and caress, his thumb brushing over her other nipple in slow, teasing circles that had her squirming on his lap. 

Beau’s name escaped Y/N’s lips in a breathy moan, her body trembling in his embrace as he continued his slow, teasing ministrations. The way she responded to him, the way her body arched and squirmed on his lap, sent a surge of desire coursing through him. He could feel her hips grinding against him, the friction sending sparks of heat through his already hardening length. 

She was driving him wild, but he loved every second of it—the trust she placed in him, the way she let herself go completely in his arms. His hand slid down to cup her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted her effortlessly off the couch. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, holding on as he carried her across the room, their bodies pressed intimately close. 

Beau moved with purpose, his green eyes dark with a mix of lust and affection as he placed her gently on the kitchen counter. The cool surface against her skin was a stark contrast to the heat between them, but it only heightened the intensity of the moment. 

As he stood between her thighs, his hands roamed over her body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts. With a slow, deliberate tug, he began to slide them down, his eyes never leaving hers. When he noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties, a low, appreciative hum escaped his throat, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. “No panties?” he murmured, his voice rough with desire as his thumb brushed teasingly against her bare skin. 

Y/N’s breath hitched, her eyes locking onto his as she bit her lower lip. The way he looked at her, the way his voice seemed to vibrate with need, sent a shiver down her spine. “Didn’t think I’d need them,” she whispered, a playful smile curving her lips as she watched his reaction. 

Beau’s eyes darkened further, his desire for her growing even stronger. “You really do know how to drive a man crazy, don’t you?” he growled softly, his fingers continuing their exploration, sliding between her folds to find her already slick with arousal. 

Y/N gasped, her head falling back as he touched her, her body responding instantly to his skilled fingers. “Beau…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck as his fingers began to move in slow, deliberate strokes. 

With a steady, gentle pressure, he began to circle her clit, his thumb occasionally brushing over it as his fingers explored further, dipping into her wet heat. Y/N’s hips bucked involuntarily, her body aching for more, but Beau was in no rush. He wanted to savour every second, to watch the way her body responded to his touch, to hear the way she moaned his name. 

When he finally slipped a finger inside her, her body arched off the counter, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she felt herself tighten around him. He added a second finger, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside her, his thumb never losing its rhythm against her clit. 

Her hands gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white as she struggled to hold on, every nerve in her body alive with sensation. Beau’s lips continued to graze her skin, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered sweet, dirty words that only made her need for him grow. 

Y/N was lost in the overwhelming pleasure, her body trembling as he worked her closer and closer to release. The only thing grounding her was the feel of Beau—his hands, his mouth, his voice—everything about him wrapping her in a cocoon of love and desire. 

And when she finally shattered in his arms, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Beau grinned playfully, his green eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and desire as he licked his fingers, savoring the taste of her. “Best appetizer I’ve ever had,” he teased, his voice low and rough with satisfaction. The playful remark made Y/N’s cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched him with wide, eager eyes. 

As Beau shifted, lowering himself to his knees in front of her, Y/N’s gaze drifted down and she couldn’t help but notice that his pants had slipped off, pooling around his knees on the floor. The sight of him, completely bare and kneeling between her legs, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her. 

Her breath hitched, anticipation building as he leaned in closer, his strong hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place. His lips brushed over her inner thighs, soft and teasing, sending sparks of pleasure through her already sensitive body. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, before he dipped his head lower, his mouth finding her most intimate spot. 

The first touch of his tongue against her sent a jolt of pleasure straight through her, her hands instinctively reaching out to grip his shoulders for support. Beau took his time, exploring her with slow, deliberate licks, his tongue swirling and flicking against her in a rhythm that had her gasping for breath. 

He didn’t rush, savoring every reaction she gave him, his mouth working her over with a practiced skill that only heightened her pleasure. His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her steady as he delved deeper, his tongue moving in slow, sensual circles that left her trembling. 

Y/N’s head fell back, her fingers tangling in his hair as she lost herself in the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on her. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire, every stroke of his tongue pushing her closer to the edge. The intensity of it all was almost too much, and yet she craved more, her hips rocking against him as she chased the release she knew was just within reach. 

Beau hummed against her, the vibration sending a shock of pleasure through her that made her cry out his name. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her body moved with his, every gasp and moan urging him on. He could feel her getting closer, her thighs trembling as she tightened her grip on his shoulders, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. 

He focused his attention on her clit, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over it in quick, teasing strokes. Y/N’s body tensed, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. With one final, skilled movement of his tongue, he sent her over the edge, her body convulsing as she came hard against his mouth. 

Beau held her through it, his hands steady on her hips as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her cries echoing in the kitchen. He didn’t stop until she was completely spent, her body slumping against the counter as she struggled to catch her breath. 

Beau trailed soft kisses along Y/N’s inner thigh, the anticipation between them thickening the air. He paused, his lips brushing the sensitive skin as he looked up at her, a playful smile tugging at his mouth. “Ready for dessert?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive rumble. 

Y/N’s eyes, heavy with desire, gave him the only answer he needed, but she still let out a breathy, “Yes,” her voice trembling with need. 

Beau’s hands slid up her thighs, his intentions clear as he positioned himself between her legs, ready to push into her. The heat of the moment was electric, and he could feel the tension between them as they both ached to close the distance. But just as he was about to claim her, Y/N’s hand pressed gently against his chest, stopping him. 

“Maybe not here?” she asked softly, her voice laced with both desire and a hint of shyness. 

Beau’s brow furrowed for a moment, his mind clouded with the urgency of the moment, but her request quickly registered. He gave her a reassuring smile, understanding in his eyes. “Emily won’t be home until tomorrow,” he reminded her, his voice gentle, but Y/N insisted, a soft determination in her expression. 

“The bedroom,” she whispered, her eyes pleading. 

He could see how much it meant to her, so he didn’t argue. Instead, he scooped her up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her with ease to their bedroom. The dim light in the room cast soft shadows over the bed, the atmosphere more intimate, more personal. This was their space, their sanctuary, and he understood why she wanted to be there. 

Beau laid her down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on her skin as he positioned himself over her. The look in her eyes, the way she gazed up at him with such trust and love, made his heart swell. He grasped both of her wrists with one strong hand, raising her arms above her head, holding them there with a firm but gentle grip. The slight restraint sent a thrill through Y/N, her breath hitching as she looked up at him, completely at his mercy. 

With his free hand, Beau caressed her body, his fingers trailing down her sides, over the curve of her hip, until they reached the warmth between her thighs. He could feel how wet she was, how ready, and it only fuelled his desire to make this moment as perfect as possible. 

He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her for a moment before he finally pushed into her. The sensation of sliding into her so easily, feeling her warmth envelop him, made them both moan in unison. Y/N’s body arched into his, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. 

Beau’s movements were slow at first, savoring the feel of her around him, the way her body responded to his every touch, his every thrust. He watched her closely, the way her lips parted in pleasure, the way her eyes fluttered shut as he moved inside her. It was intoxicating, the connection they shared in that moment, more than just physical—it was emotional, spiritual, a complete surrender to each other. 

With every thrust, Beau held her hands firmly above her head, his grip never faltering as he picked up the pace, his hips moving in a rhythm that drove them both closer to the edge. Y/N’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as he pushed her higher and higher, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. 

Beau leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss as he continued to drive into her, the intensity of their connection making everything else fade away. It was just the two of them, lost in each other, their bodies and souls completely entwined. 

As he felt her tighten around him, her body trembling with the onset of her climax, Beau’s movements became more urgent, his own release nearing. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as let go of her wrists, her nails scratching his shoulders, needing him even closer that this. 

He thrust into her few last times, before sending them both over the edge. Y/N cried out his name, her body convulsing beneath him as she came hard, the sensation of her pulsing around him triggering his own release. Beau groaned deeply, his hips bucking as he spilled into her, the intensity of their shared pleasure leaving them both breathless. 

For a long moment, they stayed like that, bodies pressed together, hearts racing in unison. Beau slowly moved of her. His hand moved over her stomach as he looked at her. He kissed her softly, his lips lingering on hers as he whispered,  

“Listen... the storm is over.”  

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Love Me Like A Rockstar (3)

ー☆ Chapter 3: Itch

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: use of the word "fuck" ー☆ Word count: 4.2k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ー☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone, here's my present for you all. Excuse me if this chapter is a little confusing, although I hope it isn't, I tried hard to put her feelings into words and describe it accordingly. The taglist is open, so let me know if you're interested. Please listen to the song in the playlist (Itch) before or while reading! Thank you and I hope you enjoy! Your feedback is always very much appreciated!

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⟨Series M.list ↭ Previous Chapter⟩

♫Playlist♫

『There's a rumbling

In my head

It's getting louder

Louder』

The weather hasn’t drastically improved nor gotten better even a little bit as the sky was grey and the wind blew harshly. Before my mother left for work she warned me to have an umbrella with myself today as it could start pouring at any given moment, and I listened to her. I swear to God that woman has some sort of supranatural sense as her predictions are always right. I didn’t have classes today, but I had to work on one of my assignment’s, and after realizing that if I were to stay at home I’d be laying in my bed all day, I dressed up in comfortable clothes and packed what I had to bring with myself before I headed to my university’s library.

The bus ride was quick as traffic has dispersed since the early hours of the morning, making it easier to get to my destination. After getting off the bus I headed to the closest coffee shop, knowing I would need some caffeine if I planned on not falling asleep at the library. It wouldn’t be the first time. Sometimes the quiet and warm ambience gets to me, and without meaning to, I fall asleep at the table instead of studying diligently. I didn’t plan on doing that today as I was nearing the deadline. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but I didn’t deal well with stress and it was currently eating me up as I ran over on my phone of the assignment’s requirements while I entered the main building of my university. It was buzzing with life as everyone was busy doing something and I nodded at the familiar faces before beelining it for the stairs, headed to the top floor. The main building was an old one and it was rather cold inside at all times, the library being the only one actually heated up enough that you wouldn’t freeze during the winter. I sighed in content as I pushed open the big doors, warmth seeping into my bones instantly. It wasn’t too cold outside, but I forgot to wear a jacket today, and the tank top and hoodie I was wearing over it wasn’t keeping me warm enough. The library was quiet and the ceiling lights were dim inside, desk lamps turned on by the students having to study. I walked past the front desk and greeted the librarian quietly, trying to ignore the disapproving look she threw at my coffee in hand. I wouldn’t be using any books; I just needed a desk and chair to be able to do my homework. So, before she could ask me to leave or throw away my coffee, I turned around and speedwalked down the main lobby, headed towards the next room where the large tables were placed in four rows. It was the study room, basically.

I sighed and took a sip of my coffee, looking around for a secluded spot, away from prying eyes, as I slowly walked down the middle aisle, appreciating the sweet taste of my Caramel Macchiato. Nobody really paid me any mind and I was glad as I didn’t feel like striking up a conversation with anyone. I spotted an empty seat to the left at a table where not many sat, and decided to claim it as mine as I turned left, going down another row of table and chairs. One student threw me a nasty look as my tote bag accidentally crashed against their arm and I gave them a cheeky smile before continuing to walk, not exactly sorry for disturbing them. I took another sip of my coffee as with my other hand I placed my phone back inside my back pocket, and noticed someone kind of familiar. My eyes narrowed as I continued walking towards them as they sat in the way of my claimed spot. I didn’t mean to stare, but I couldn’t tell straight away who it was as their head hung low and shoulders were slouched as they were writing in a notebook. He had headphones over his ears and was bobbing his head to the rhythm of the music, and as I got closer, my steps slightly faltered. I stopped mid-sip as I realized who it was. Mingi remained oblivious to my surprised face as I quickly snapped out of it and quickly took off, whizzing past him and the long table he sat at, adamant on ignoring him and finally reaching my own seat. He hadn’t noticed me, after all, so I didn’t think he was aware that I was here too. My mouth pulled into a grimace as the thought of being at the same place as Mingi was rather inconvenient right now, I wasn’t in the mood to face him today. I didn’t feel like arguing or bickering, and if he were to approach me, I knew it was inevitable. I sighed as I reached my seat and allowed my bag to fall onto the table, creating a light bang. Someone from the other end of the table glanced at me, but quickly went back to their work.

I placed my coffee on the table and sat in my chair, opening my tote bag. I quickly emptied the bag of its contents, grateful that I haven’t forgotten anything at home. I placed my big sketchbook in front of me as I organized the rest of my things on the table. My smaller pencil case was placed next to my coffee, where my right hand was. Then, the bigger pencil case which contained all sorts of pens and pencils, was placed in the middle, just above my sketchbook. I placed the hard cover sketchbook, my personal one in which I always draw and consider my journal, to my left where it wouldn’t bother me as I worked. I placed the book on color theory I have brought with myself on top of my sketchbook and opened it, flipping through the pages, searching for the one I was supposed to read before starting my assignment. We were supposed to make an abstract drawing using acrylics. I sighed as I found the page and realized I had to read five before starting to draw. Five weren’t many pages, but it felt like I didn’t have the mental capacity to read. Seems like the coffee hadn’t kicked in yet. But I had to do it, so, after taking another sip of my coffee, I placed my elbow on the table and after placing my cheek in my palm, I started reading with a loud sigh. My eyes ran over the words lazily only half paying attention to them as I felt my phone buzz in my jean’s back pocket. I was itching to check the message, but I knew I wouldn’t do any studying if I was to check my phone right now.

As I was reading the third page, I heard firm footsteps stomping in my direction, but I didn’t look up. I have finally somehow found the power to concentrate on my task, and besides, I was in a library, it was probably another student headed to sit at the table I was sat at. After all, I have chosen this table because it had few people who could bother me. However, I soon became aware that the approaching person stopped right across me, and as I looked up confused, my mouth involuntarily dropped a little. The chair was already pulled back and before I could even complain, Mingi’s lean body dropped into the chair as he pulled it closer to the table. His things were gathered in his arms and he very loudly dropped them onto the table, creating the other student at the table to glare in his direction. For a second, I found myself speechless as I stared at a very casual looking Mingi. His black hair was pushed back, his forehead on display for the first time, and his eyes had no makeup as he blinked at me through his black glasses. I had no idea Mingi wears glasses? It was resting rather low on his tall nose and I snapped out of my staring as a lazy smirk appeared on his cherry-red lips.

“What are you doing?!” I whispered furiously, eyebrows furrowing as I placed my book on the table. Mingi’s smirk turned into a small smile.

“Catching up on some homework, and you?” Mingi’s answer made my eyebrows furrow even more. Did he seriously think I was interested in whatever he was here for?

“No!” My voice almost raised, but I was able to control it, “Here. With me—why did you come sit here?! The other table seemed perfectly fine to me—”

“Ah, so you have seen me.” Mingi seemed pleased with himself as he fished his phone out from underneath the three notebooks he had dumped on the table, “I just didn’t feel like sitting alone. Is that a problem?”

I opened my mouth to fire back a ‘yes’ at him, but found myself hesitating instead. I didn’t exactly understand his motives. He was sitting by himself up until now, who knows since when, so what changed now? Why did he want to sit with me all of a sudden? He was definitely only here to bother me.

“We’re not friends.” I raised my eyebrows at Mingi, voice sharp, “And you seemed pretty fine by yourself.”

Mingi just sighed and organized his notebooks, pushing two away from himself as he opened the other one. He grabbed his headphones from around his neck, but he didn’t lift them to his ear yet.

“Is it such a crime that I want to sit at the same table with you?” The defeat in Mingi’s voice took me off guard, and I gulped, jaw clenching as I avoided his disappointed gaze. What was he disappointed about? It’s not like we were friends. Did I say something wrong? And why should I care if I have hurt his feelings? I was only voicing the truth.

“I sat here because I want to be alone.” I threw him a sharp glare and Mingi’s lips turned into a thin line as he slid down in his chair. He wore a loose black t-shirt which reached below his elbows, jacket discarded on the chair next to his. He wore grey sweatpants too; it was the most casual I have seen him. Compared to how he would usually dress, this look gave him an aura of someone who you are safe with and radiates comfort. It was unusual compared to the always cocky, witty, and smirking Mingi. I didn’t know where to put him, it felt like he was vulnerable right now, almost showing a side of his I haven’t met yet. Could this be the real Mingi? Before I could start dwelling on such thing, I shook my head and the thought out of my mind.

“I won’t bother you.” Mingi tried to coerce me and I just sighed loudly and long, letting him know he was an inconvenience to me right now as I aggressively closed my book and pushed it aside. I knew enough about colors already, and I wasn’t in the mood to read anymore thanks to Mingi, who threw me off my sudden burst of motivation. I threw Mingi one last disapproving look before looking down and opening my sketchbook. I pulled my smaller pencil case closer to myself and opened that as well as I fished around for the black acrylic.

『There's a shaking

In my bones

It's getting stronger

Stronger』

I willed myself to ignore Mingi as I started tracing lines with the acrylic, shutting out every noise which could bother me as I sucked my lower lip between my teeth, wondering what I was drawing. Usually when I had an assignment, I had an idea of what the drawing would be about, but right now, I had no idea what I was doing and it didn’t feel nice. It made me feel like I was losing control, like I wasn’t myself. I grabbed the burgundy acrylic and darkened the right corner of the paper, fingers feeling oily from the tool I was using. I tried finding something in the lines, a vision, something which could give me guidance, but it was simply a mess and it caused me to feel defeated as I grabbed another color mindlessly, having stopped paying attention to the color combination. The one and only thing I should have paid attention to. But the drawing looked like nothing and my hand was moving faster as I traced lines and made circles on the paper, creating an amalgam of colors. The top of the drawing was dark and heavy, it made me feel mad and desperate the longer I looked at it. Then, the lower half of the drawing had the lighter colors, colors which felt like there was something good in the world, something worth living for. But the middle of the drawing remained blank and my hand halted as I became stuck. What was I supposed to do? Was I to connect the two worlds of whirling emotions? Was I to leave it blank because there were no existent roads leading the two together?

『There's a hunger

In my heart

It's full of promise

Promise』

And then I looked up, eyebrows drawn together as I felt numbness creep up into my chest, not finding a way out. I have forgotten Mingi was here, with me. And as our eyes connected, I realized he was here. And he was watching me. Lips slightly parted, his eyes seemed to hold a sincerity I have never seen in anyone else before, his eyebrows slightly raised. Suddenly, I felt breathless as his deep gaze kept me locked in, as he silenced my thoughts. I didn’t understand the look on his face, or what his eyes were trying to tell me, but suddenly my heart started beating so fast that I dropped the acrylic I had in my hand and gasped. Why was Mingi here? What did he want? Eyes turning into a glare, I looked down and furiously dug around in my pencil case, looking for the grey acrylic. I didn’t mean to do it, many times I don’t mean to do what I do, but my hand came crashing down against the table and then I was scrabbling at the blank space, creating a big nothing. A void. I paused for a second thinking that I have ruined the drawing and now I would have to start over, which was the smartest thing to do, probably. But for some reason, in the mess of scribble, I saw lines. Lines looking like paths, which were made to connect the top half and the bottom half of the drawing. I grabbed the yellow and purple acrylic and started tracing those lines, shading over the grey void, everything blending together seamlessly. My lips parted as an incredulous breath left my lips, confused at everything I was feeling at the moment. I did usually let my emotions pour into my drawings, but this was new. This was intense and it hasn’t happened before. I didn’t even understand it myself as I felt myself smile a little bit, almost as if my body felt relief, almost as if my heart became less heavy.

『There's an itch

Under my skin

It's under my skin

Under my skin』

The flipping of a page snapped me back to reality and I was once again aware that I was in the library and—Mingi was sitting right across me. And as I looked up, all previous feelings disappeared as my eyes fell on what held Mingi’s attention. My sketchbook. The one which was like my journal. I gasped, loudly,

“Stop.” I didn’t mean for my voice to be so loud, but several students turned our way as Mingi’s hand froze midair. The page he was about to flip fell back, and he looked up slowly, “I never gave you permission to look through that.”

Mingi held my fierce gaze for a second before he hummed, acting nonchalant, acting as if he hadn’t looked through something which was personal, something which contained my feelings and thoughts as I always doodle a few words in the right bottom of the page.

“My bad, I didn’t think it was personal,” My jaw clenched and before I could say anything, Mingi continued, “You’re quite good, did you know? You’re talented.”

I scoffed and looked around in disbelief before my eyes fell back on Mingi. He was smirking, looking way too amused at my annoyance, “Of course I’m good, Mingi. I’m more than just good. I’m the founder of the Fine Arts club at our university, I’m supposed to be the best student.”

“And are you?” Mingi raised an eyebrow and it made my blood boil even more. He was able to make my mood change way too easily, it pissed me off.

“I am.” I whisper-snapped and Mingi hummed again, acting as if it wasn’t a big deal. It was. I could never lack. I always had to deliver, and constantly had to prove myself that I was the best. Everyone had high expectations of me, but perhaps, it was myself who set the bar so high that I sometimes felt like I was crumbling, “Give it back.”

I swiftly leaned over the table and went to snatch the sketchbook back from Mingi, but he clumsily grabbed it and pulled it towards himself, out of my reach. The page he wanted to flip when I caught him was accidentally flipped and we looked down at it at the same time. My eyes widened in mortification and my heart dropped to my stomach as Mingi stared at his own eyes in my sketchbook. It was the first drawing I have made of them, it was somewhat scribbled over, but it was painfully obvious whose eyes it was. Hoping that he hadn’t recognized his own eyes, I quickly snatched the sketchbook back and slammed it shut, feeling a slight burn in my cheeks. That wasn’t good, I shouldn’t be blushing. And my heart also needs to calm down, I can feel my pulse in my neck. I looked up at Mingi through my lashes only to see him already staring at me. He looked incredibly surprised and confused at the same time, it was as if I was looking at a puppy, before his expression formed into something more detestable.

“Who’s eyes are those?” He whisper-asked with a glint in his sharp eyes, resting his chin in his palm as his ring-clad fingers tapped against his cheek rhythmically. His reaction was better than the one I was expecting, I thought he had figured it out, I could lie my way out of this.

“Someone’s.” I answered as I closed my other sketchbook too, needing to flee. There goes my strong and convincing answer. I was crying on the inside, emotionless on the outside.

“Mine?” My body froze and I slowly raised my gaze to look at Mingi, who was smirking and slowly pushing up his glass on the bridge of his nose. My jaw clenched as my heart started beating faster.

『'Cause I just wanna feel something real

'Cause I just wanna feel something』

“No, Yunho’s.” The words were out of my mouth before I could think. My jaw clenched as I mentally cursed myself. What are the chances Mingi knows Yunho, though? And I haven’t said his family name, it could be anyone. I didn’t wait to see Mingi’s reaction as I quickly started packing away everything, cursing myself for leaving my acrylics laying around on the table everywhere. My muscles were tense under Mingi’s watchful eyes and I bit my lower lip as I was finally able to shove everything inside my tote bag, I had zero intentions of organizing them nicely inside. I was just about to stand up when Mingi’s quiet, deep, voice reached my ears.

“By any chance—are you talking about Jeong Yunho?” The breath was knocked out of my chest as I gaped at Mingi with wide eyes, thoughts whirling fast in my mind. Mingi knows Yunho? How does he know him? What were the chances? I’m fucked.

“Uh, yeah.” I answered quietly before clearing my throat, not expecting Mingi’s eyes to suddenly light up and mouth to pull into the biggest smile I have ever seen on him.

“How do you know him?” He whispered in excitement, leaning forward in his seat. I cleared my throat in discomfort, stalling my answer as I scoffed quietly, trying to look nonchalant with my answer.

“We were sort of friends during highschool.” I answered, my voice void of any emotion as Mingi looked surprised.

“Really?” Mingi muttered before his confused expression morphed into that of an excited one once again, “He’s my best friend. We’ve been friends since childhood, it’s a bit surprising he never mentioned you—or have I forgotten? Yunho was always popular, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he mentioned you and I forgot, because I always had to keep up with all the new names and people. He was quite the charmer during highschool, wasn’t he? Did you know he’s gone to a different city to study?”

“Uh,” I blinked, trying to digest all the new information and Mingi’s change of character. I’ve never seen him so alive before, so excited, and happy like right now. It made me want to blame it on Yunho. He made people feel like this. Whoever had the luck of knowing him would be forever charmed, webbed up by his bright and warm personality. He could make you feel like you were the most special person on Earth, like you were the center of his life. Yunho was a very rare to find person, one you had the luck to meet only once in your lifetime. And if you were lucky enough, perhaps he’d keep you around long enough. Mingi seemed to be that lucky guy as he continued beaming at me, waiting for my answer. But all I could do was focus on the bitter feeling swirling inside my stomach and the quiver of my lips. I wasn’t good enough to keep Yunho around. I lacked what Yunho liked in a person, and yet, here Mingi was, being the epitome of everything Yunho liked. My throat closed in on me at a very sudden realization, I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore, “Yeah, I did—I didn’t. I—I have to go.”

I didn’t wait to see Mingi’s reaction as I jumped out of my seat and grabbed the coffee mug, gripping it so hard I could’ve broken the carton. I had tunnel vision as I raced out of the library and down the marble stairs, breathing hard with tears in my eyes. I burst through the heavy doors of the main building and ran off, trying to find a somewhat secluded spot on the path as I doubled over, heaving for air.

Song Mingi. Jeong Yunho. I should have known. I should have realized so much sooner, I was such a fucking idiot. My lips quivered as all the memories came back: Yunho’s dashing smile and warm hand as we lay in each other’s arms, his voice low as he whispered about his day. Song Mingi’s name rolling off his tongue effortlessly, face content and eyes glazed over as he recounted everything about their day, about Mingi. He loved the warm breeze; he hated rainy days. He loved going out for walks, he hated staying cooped up in his room all day. He hated playing video games, yet he learned a few just for Yunho. He was allergic to pollen, but he bought his mother a bouquet of flower every Sunday. He was tall and lanky and insecure, so he started working out with Yunho. He hated his glasses because people thought he was a nerd, so he never wore them and his eyesight worsened. Song Mingi, who’s laughter was either silent or too loud, head always thrown back as his eyes turned into slits when he laughed. Song Mingi, who was insecure about his blemishes until Yunho called him the handsomest gal he’d ever seen. Song Mingi, who stopped painting his nails after he was bullied for it. And Mingi, who despite looking intimidating and cold was the sweetest and nicest person Yunho has ever met. There wasn’t a day when Yunho wouldn’t mention Mingi while we were dating, and the fact that Mingi couldn’t even remember if Yunho mentioned me or not, said a lot. It hurt. It felt like a knife was plunged deep inside my chest, twisting and ripping everything apart with its sharp blade. I am over Yunho; everything happened a long time ago. But it was proof, once again, that I have never been someone important in his life. He would never talk about me like he talked about Mingi. I would never mean the world to him…like Mingi meant to him.

『I just wanna love

I just wanna touch

I just wanna see

Something』

❱❱ Next chapter

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Hitchhiker Phantom x Driver Dew anyone ?

Phantom has a new sworn enemy, and it's the sun. Sweating bullets, his filmsy tank top sticking to him in the most uncomfotable way, curls damp and frizzy, he's starting to wish for a storm, an eclipse, or just a cloud, anything to make the weather slightly more bearable.

The fact that he's sitting cross-legged on the side of the road, the burning asphalt radiating heat too, isn't helping. But he's been all but thrown out of his last ride after accidentally spilling his drink - he didn't mean to, the road was just so bumpy ! - and now, stranded in the middle of nowhere, all he can do is wait and pray for another car to drive by and accept to give him a lift into the nearest town.

Phantom has been hitchhiking for long enough that he knows people willing to do so are rarer these days. They are wary, not like Phantom can blame them - he himself had a few bad, or even downright scary experiences.

Lost in his thoughts, he nearly misses the rumbling sound of an engine down the road, but the second it registers, Phantom is on his feet, bag slung back on his shoulder, thumb out. An old pick up is making its way toward him, and it might be his last chance of the day.

Phantom runs a hand through his hair, fluffing it the best he can, sheepish smile plastered on his face. A bit of charm never hurts in those situations.

To Phantom's immense relief, the pick up slows down to a stop right in front of him, and a guy leans toward the open passenger window from the driver seat.

"Where you going, boy ?"

The man is...Phantom has to take a deep breath. Long hair held up in a loose bun, knife sharp jaw, sculpted cheekbones, a smattering of freckles over the bridge of a nose that's evidently been broken more than once, and piercing mismatched eyes, one icy blue, the other light brown.

Hot. Pretty, in a way that clearly reads "I could and might gut you if you look at me the wrong way".

Remembering he was asked a question, Phantom mentally shakes himself, his smile growing just a touch coy.

"As far as you're willing to take me."

The man raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth ticking up slightly. His long, spidery fingers drum against the wheel, drawing Phantom's eyes to the defined veins and tendons in the man's callused hands.

"That's a dangerous answer," the man finally points out, the shadow of a smirk still floating on his mouth. Phantom shrugs, noting the stranger's eyes roaming, assessing, interested, but not particularly lewd. Yet, at least. There's a moment of silence , then the man leans back in his seat.

"Well, come on then."

The come hither gesture that follows has Phantom's stomach flipping. There's something about this man, both nonchalant and observant, or the way he holds himself, with grace and something that toes the line between confidence and arrogance.

Hopping in on the passenger seat, Phantom finds a few CD's stewn about, energy bars wrappers and a discarted jacket. Once settled, car door slamming behind him, Phantom glances at the driver, who steers them back on the road.

"Next town is a few hours away still," the stranger says without looking at him, "I'll stop there, so I guess that's where I'll take you."

There's a sharp, biting touch of irony in his tone that makes Phantom's cheeks heat, in a good way. But the man is not looking at him, even though Phantom is, with enough insistance that he noticed the faint scar on his jaw, the edge of a tattoo peeking out of his short sleeve, or the smudges of oil on the man's trousers, and the lack of returned attention simply won't do.

"Sounds good to me," Phantom pipes up. "You got any water ? My bottle's been empty for hours."

"Behind your seat," is all he gets, at least until Phantom retrives the bottle. Just as he opens it, it's snatched from his hands.

Phantom watches, mouth even drier than before, as the man takes a long swing of it, head thrown back, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin as his throat works, proeminent adam apple bobbing up and down.

All the while, the stranger's eyes are on him.

Then he offers Phantom the bottle, holding it up between them with a smirk and quirk of eyebrows that look like a challenge.

Trying not to overthink it - he's going to put his mouth where the man's pretty lips were though, isn't he ? - Phantom takes it, letting their fingers overlap for a brief moment, then chugs a good deal of it down- he really was thirsty.

"You got a name to go with that pretty face ?"

Phantom chokes and splutters at that, so hard the stranger has to slap him in the back. Great. Now there's water on his jeans and Phantom feels fucking ridiculous - at least until he hears the driver's soft chuckle, amused but not unkind. Wiping his mouth, he sighs.

"Phantom."

Instead of a comment about weird nicknames, he gets an extended hand.

"Dewdrop, Dew for short."

Oh. Interesting.

Phantom slips his hand in Dewdrop's steady one, delighted to feel the rough texture of the man's palm scratching his own. There's an upside down cross Phantom hadn't noticed tattooed on his middle finger, and a small heart on his pinky.

Dewdrop holds on for a just a bit too long, or maybe that's Phantom. Their eyes meet.

A rough bump in the road breaks the moment, and they're back to their initial position, Phantom stealing glances from the passenger seat, Dewdrop focused on the road.

The sun is setting, bright and blinding, bathing everything in golden light. After a bit of fiddling and a vigorous punch on it that he insisted was necessary, Dew managed to make the old radio work, some trendy pop song coming through amongst a lot of static.

Everything is hot and sticky, but the wind ruffling Phantom's curls is finally cooling, a welcome reprieve from the suffocating heat.

They don't talk much, but now and then one of them will break the silence, and the other will immediately focus on him. It's a game of patience and burning stares that Phantom finds himself thoroughly enjoying.

He's not sure he's winning, however. Because so much time to look means he noticed even more details that are driving him crazy.

Like the way Dew's shirt is thin enough to hint at what cannot be anything other than nipple piercings. Or the faint dusting of light stubble on his jaw, the tan line where his sleeves stop, the way he keeps hooking his thumb in his beltloop, his tongue darting out to wet chapped lips.

Dew is more subtle about the staring, but not enough for Phantom to believe him uninterested. The highlight of their long drive is probably the time Dew has to precipitately hit the brakes to avoid running a deer over ; his hand instinctively slams into Phantom's chest, like he doesn't trust the seatbelt to do its job, and once he stops cursing out the poor, startled animal scampering away, Dew let his hand linger.

"You good there ?"

Phantom's breath catches in his throat, whole body and mind zeroing in on the sensation of Dew's thumb running back and forth over his sternum.

"...yeah. Yeah, all good."

The slight smirk on Dew's face says he noticed Phantom's breathlessness, but he's kind enough not to mention it.

It's pitch black when they reach town. Dew parks in front of a small house, but instead of getting out of the pick up, he leans toward Phantom, so close their noses are almost brushing.

"You got somewhere to go ?"

His eyes are just as piercing in the dark as they were earlier in the day, his mouth so close-

"Phantom."

Dew grabs him by the jaw, firm, and gives Phantom a small shake.

"Do you have somewhere to go ?"

Dew's touch feels like sparks under his skin, Phantom cannot help leaning into it, eyes glued to those tentalizing lips.

"I'll figure something out, 's fine."

"You can crash at my place."

Phantom looks up, eyebrows raised.

"Generous."

The grin that splits Dew's face then, mischievious and hungry, makes Phantom want to roll over and let him carve his heart out.

"Hardly. I'm full of ulterior motives."

Phantom clicks the seatbelt off, leaning further toward Dew - who, the little shit he is, leans away while still tugging him by the jaw, until Phantom is streched above the center console, one hand next to Dew's thigh, the other on the window by his head.

"What kind of ulterior motives ?"

"Exactly the kind you hope."

And with that, Phantom is all but dragged out of the car by the scruff of his neck, Dew bullying him inside the house with all the urgency of a man who stewed in sexual tension for hours.

Phantom has a feeling he'll remember this night for a long time.

[venusbby]

♡ characters/pairings: isagi yoichi x reader

♡ warnings: cursing, teeny tiny bit suggestive (oops)

♡ note: this is short but my brain today was fully occupied by yoichi so here u go also i am so horrid at titles that i almost thought about naming this 'victoria's secret' somebody call me an idiot sandwich right now ok bye somebody help me what do i even call this no title for now ok ok bye

🍁 — your boyfriend has taken the concept of your secret relationship a little too seriously.

"what are you doing? let me in." isagi whispered, eyebrows furrowing underneath his messily kept dark hair. although standing in your apartment's doorway gave him a little relief from the cool waves of your air conditioner, he needed to get in before anybody else saw him— but for some reason, you looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"yoichi?" you stressed on the name hard, your jaw dropping slightly when you were finally able to recognise the deep blue eyes that stared back at you. "you're joking."

"no way, you couldn't recognise me?"

"of course not!" you whisper-yelled, opening the door further to quickly let him inside, eyes drifting from the two doors across the floor to see if anyone of your neighbours was watching. as isagi stepped inside and kicked off his shoes, you watched in astonishment.

"you think i'm going to recognise you when you're dressed like this?" you gestured towards his outfit, from his black face mask to his new shoes. once the door was closed, you couldn't stop yourself from snorting. the more you looked at him, the more recognisable he got— from his eyes to the rings he usually wore.

your boyfriend scoffed, hastily discarding his face mask and throwing it aside, followed by his jacket, then his hoodie, and then— why was he removing his shirt?

"it's so fucking hot," he hissed, running a hand through his hair which was damp at the base with sweat, broad shoulders tensing and relaxing every time he moved to fan himself. "it's so fucking hot but i wore three layers just so i could see you and you're laughing?"

you only stared, not being fast enough to take everything in, how he looked and what he was saying— until he took three quick steps towards you and his hands found their home on either side of your hips, "before you say anything, i'm here because i missed you."

your heart sped up.

only six months into dating the pro footballer isagi yoichi, and he shows up to your apartment in broad daylight dressed in all black hoping to get here without being noticed, just because he missed you.

there was no way he couldn't feel your heart pounding when you chuckled and threw your arms around his neck to bring him into your embrace. your smile was not going to leave anytime soon and by now it was almost normal for your heart to act up when he was around.

since you were just in a tank top and shorts, when you hugged him, you realised he really was suffering in this month's hot weather. there was no way a little sweat was going to stop you from balancing yourself on your toes to push back his hair and plant a kiss on his forehead.

you stared at his flushed face, not bothering to think if it was because of your close proximity or the heat from his clothes. "yoi, you didn't have to do all this. we could've met where we did last time—"

"i'd do anything for you," he cut you off, talking as if he was telling you a fact. his eyes softened, loving and apologizing. "and i hate that you have to drive ten minutes away to meet me all the time."

you rolled your eyes, hands settling on his shoulders now. "ten minutes is nothing."

isagi shrugged at your stubborn response, eyes trailing down to your lips. "im here now, so what's the point of all this? just kiss me."

as expected, your secret lover was quite desperate during the kiss. the last time you met each other was the previous week, after which your schedules struggled to match up and caused you both to pause your meetings for a few days.

the longing behind the way his lips settled against yours almost made your legs give up, and you were thankful for your grip that tightened on his shoulders, which coaxed out a soft hum from isagi.

your first instinct after pulling away was to pinch his cheeks. isagi wasn't in his trance any longer once your fingers poked at his face. "your disguise was kinda shitty, though."

"as if. even you couldn't tell if it was me at first." he retorted, lips still swollen.

"next time you come over, let me help you decide on an outfit that won't make you miserable. 'kay?" you smiled cheekily, thumb hovering over his jaw, and whispered. "and put your shirt back on, please."

"but i'm still feeling hot. don't you like the view anyway?"

you shook your head when you saw his grin, ignoring the last part (which was true). "no worries, i'll turn the AC up for ya."

he gave himself a B for effort, at least.

🍄 — val is tagging... + @hyomagiri (<333)

[silent-raven13]

A boi!

Now, everyone knows Billie loves her big brother, Miles, she basically his number one fan. When she came to this world, she remembers his warmth, his kind words and his bright smile. Something about that just click to her, that she loves so much. She loves that he's always around for her, always loving her, always being there! No matter what she's always happy to be his little sister.

Especially when he's Spider-man! A great hero, always risking his life to save those in need. When he took her around during his normal patrol as Spider-man. She knew, even for being so small, she knew this is a secret she will have to keep! For being responsible, and a protector of her Big Bro's secret identity, it is a great duty for her to keep.

However, her loyalty can go so far...

It's a beautiful day in Brooklyn, the weather is perfectly nice because it's Spring and the breeze is nice. Three year old, Billie chilling on her dad's armchair while watching her Doc McStuffin, she suckled on her pacifier as she enjoyed her show.

Her big brother being busy with sweeping the floor, he wore a tank top and shorts with some flip flops as he cleans the house. Miles wanted to help his parents out by cleaning the remaining chores, he spend the day with laundry, washing dishes, organizing the family's inventory closet. Now he wanted to sweep, and mop before putting new sheets on his parents' bed. "Boo-boo, you want a snack?" He wipe the sweat off his forehead, then check his gizmo to see the time.

"No..." Billie shook her head, she still was full from breakfast.

"Okay, Łęt me know when you're hungry or thirsty." Her brother said while he continues to sweep the floor.

She kept watching her show, after thirty minutes the doorbell rang. Miles went to the front of the door, "That must be him." He said to himself.

The little girl assume it's Hobie, which she got her web-shooter ready. It's weird that her brother's boyfriend would come through the front door like that. Doesn't he always come out of a big magical portal? She stood on the big comfy recliner glance over to the hallway, hearing her brother talking to another boy?

Miles opens the door to find one of his high school friends, Judge coming by to drop something off for him. "Hey, man. Long time no see!" He gave his friend a quick hug.

"Hey, my dude. What's up! You know, working, school and keeping the ladies in check." Judge said, he hold a bag, "Oh here you go, man. I hope you like it. It's a bit jack up."

"Nah, it's good." Miles happily look in the bag to find the action figure, "I know how to repair it and it'll be a great gift for Ganks. Hey, you wanna come in."

"Sure, man. Been awhile since we hung out." Judge playfully wrapped his arm around his high school friend's shoulders, "Ay, man. You gotten so tall!"

"Pfft, you too. You act like you're 5'4"." Miles jokes as he shut the door as they came down the hallway.

Billie peaks over being more confused, "Who's dat?"

Miles turns to find his baby sister standing on the armchair, "Hey, Boo-boo. This is Judge. You remember him?"

"Wow, she gotten so big. I highly doubt she remembers me." Judge chuckles.

That's right, Billie doesn't remember him. Then again, she never cared about other people beside her big brother. She looks up to study Judge is a dark skinned male with glasses. He wore so expensive shirt, jacket, jeans and Jordans with some short dreads. He smiles at her, "Hey, Billie. Been a long time!"

"Hi..." She reached out to her big brother being nervous with this random stranger. She had no clue who was this was. "Mmm!" She whines at Miles.

"What's wrong, Billie? Awe, don't be scared. You met Judge. He's a great guy!" Miles calms her down by picking her up giving her hugs and kisses on her forehead. "Sorry, I guess she doesn't know you."

"It's alright, man. She was a little baby when I saw her, haha. I'm not surprise she doesn't remember me." Judge chuckles before adjusting his glasses. "Anyway, man. What's up with you? I heard you and Ganks are at Columbia."

"Yeah, man! That place is great." Miles put his sister back at the armchair before taking Judge to get him a drink, "You want some soda? Also, I heard you went to Japan! That's so cool!"

"Yup, I went three times. I'm planning to go to aboard for a class." Judge grins widely, "It's great to visit tho. I dunno about living there, tho..."

Billie watch the two as she suckle her pacifier, she didn't like how show off-y the stranger was. Maybe she didn't know him too well, and she knows she shouldn't judge him. Still, her guts was telling her, "What about Hobie? Does he know this man?"

She watches them seeing her brother sitting close to his friend after serving his a glass of soda. Judge kept talking on and on about his journey to Japan, while Miles' eyes gleam with wonder.

The three year old went back to watch her show, she accidentally stepped on the remote control changing the channel to a Spanish Soap Opera.

"I'm sorry José, but I've been cheating on you with Juan!" The woman in a red dress dramatically said to her boyfriend. "We been talking about old times and fallen in love."

Billie slowly sat down as she watches her mom's favorite show. "Hmm?" She suckled her pacifier with her head tilt.

"But Maria, we been together forever. My love for you burns like a thousand suns. My heart is real, my passion is raw for you!" José said being heartbroken.

Juan smirks with his handsome charm as he did a dramatic chuckle, "Ahahaha! I stolen your beloved Maria by talking to her and listening to her sorrows! I am the only man for her." He held Maria who's being dramatic. The two held each other while

José cries out, "Mariaaa, nooo!"

Billie glances over hearing Miles and Judge cracking up about something they were talking about. In her eyes she thought she saw Judge being flirty and quickly assumed he wanted to steal away her big brother.

"I must tell Obie! A boi! A boi! Is he-wuh!" She thought in her head, she looks down to her right side to find her iPad tablet at the end of the bigger long couch. Normally, she only plays her fun games but quickly get bored, since she loves playing with her dolls.

Anyway, the three year old quickly jumps over to the long couch trying to be like Spider-man. Wobbling over to her with each step on the soft cushions, she must be careful not to get their attention.

When she reached her iPad, she quickly jumps over like she was making a touchdown at a football game.

"Got it!" Quickly, she sat up straight placing her iPad upward. It quickly scan her face leading to an opening scene. She starts slamming her tiny hands on the messenger logo.

"Okay, we getting somewhere...mmm" She tries to remember the symbols and letters of Hobie's name. Ever since she learned how to write words, she was able to read them as well. Although she is three years old, she came make out names. Since she been using the tablet for a while she kind knows how to text.

Hopefully with all the observation she done with her family, she can send Hobie a message. Now, where to start.

"Hmmm, Obie? Where is Obie?" She saw the contact list seeing the number one responders are her papá and Miles. Normally, she would FaceTime her daddy because she misses him from long hours of work. Sometimes she likes playing with the filters and funny emojis, too. Her finger scroll down to her little contacts, she saw her mom's name, her grandmother, and her eyes lit up.

"OBIE!" The little girl spotted Hobie's name typed in as 'Obie' with a guitar emoji. She happily tap the name leading her to a chat section. Okay, now she's heading somewhere.

Her ears caught her big brother laughing out loud, "Dude, ain't no way. You literally are dating three girls at a time? That's crazy!"

"Aye, man. I got game." Judge smirks.

Billie didn't like the bragging, so she had to hurry. Her hand slap on the keyboard seeing the same letters as she learned.

Texting to Obie;

Billie: OBIE! OBIE! Obie!

She sent that first before texting another word.

"Umm... ummm.." What else can she spell? She only knows so little words.

The punker saw her text having to write.

Obie: Lass? You texting me? Or this Miles?

Billie couldn't only understand her brother's name.

Billie: OBIE! OBIE!

Needless to say Hobie being at home was caught off guard by the random text, he did remember his Sunflower put the family iPad's number on his Gizmo for emergency. He thought it was weird Billie sent him a text, in fact he didn't know she could send a text.

Hobie: Lil Blu? Dat u?

Billie stares at the screen seeing Blu and U, she understood and type: YUS!

Hobie being impressed: Wow, good job at texting me.

Billie type again: Obie! OBIE! Miles Miles

She needs to figure out how to say, "Strange man is here!" If only she can spell more words.

Hobie tilted his head, then sent: Miles, okay?

Billie tap on the emoji section and sent: Miles ☹️

That took the punker off guard: Miles 🙁?

Billie: 😣

"Sad face... sad face...." She pushes another text.

Billie: Miles a b

She didn't know how to spell BOY, so she tries to remember.

Hobie: Miles a b? 😂 Lass, u too funny.

Billie: NO! NO! 😡

She type again: MILES MILES ☹️ a boi

She thinks that's how to spell boy.

Hobie looks at the screen.

Hobie: Blu gender is a social construct.

Billie types again: A boi! A boi! Miles & boi!

She remembers when her dad takes her to Tony's & Tony's pizza, her dad always said 'and' and the symbol & would there. She figure that's what that symbol means.

Hobie stops to reread the message being so surprised by Miles' little sister. Did she mean the way he think she meant?

Hobie: Blu, Miles & a BOI?

Billie types: Yus.

Then she slap on the camera she press the ten second button, with her two tiny hands she lift the iPad to give her a selfie with her big brother and Judge laughing in the background being close. She capture the photo and send it to Hobie.

Billie: Miles & BOI!

Hobie stopped for a few second then text her.

Hobie: I'm coming, lass

She could read that, being very proud she became successful. "Boo-boo, what are you doing?" Her big brother came by wanting to check up on her only to find her on her iPad.

"Nuthin'!" She muffled through her pacifier.

Miles blinks a couple of times at his little sister's response, "Re-really?"

"Huh uh!" She set her iPad aside, got up with her two little legs and reached her arms out, "UP! UP!"

Miles picks her up having to carry her, "What's wrong, boo-boo? You hungry?"

"Mmm!" She snuggles her big brother a bit more, then she spotted Judge eating her Cheetos puffs! Oh, he's gonna get it. "Cheetos! Cheetos!" She squirms with her hand tugging on her big brother's tank top.

"Oh you want some Cheetos puffs?" Miles took one to give to her.

Judge chews, "My bad, cheetos be fire with soda." He almost finished the whole bag.

"Nah, it's cool, man." Miles giggles.

Billie took the Cheetos puff and pull out her pacifier to take a bite, "Cheeto!" She pouts at Judge, "My Cheetos!"

"Billie," Miles frowns, "That's not very nice. Judge is our guest. Hey, you need a refill?" He looks at his friend.

"Sure."Judge said while eating the rest of the Cheetos bag.

"Awe," Billie gasps at her favorite snacks being gone, she pouts at her brother.

"Don't worry, boo-boo. We got another bag. Remember sharing is carrying." He had her on his hip, holding her with his left arm. Miles went over to the fridge to pull out a bottle of Cola, he twist the cap with his thumb and index finger. Billie watches her brother pour some soda in Judge's cup, "So, after Japan are you going to South Korea or Singapore?"

"Awe, man. I would love to go to Singapore, man. That place looks so fire. South Korea... hmm." Judge thought for a second before saying, "I kinda do want to go but probably later one. I'm planning to go to Germany to visit my cousins."

"No way, you got family in Germany?"

"Yup, since on my mom side is mix with Moroccan, her family is mix with African and Arab descendants. So some relatives move to Germany for education, some to France or Britain." He pop Cheetos puff in his mouth.

"Damn, I never knew that. That's pretty cool. So ya'll visit them often?"

"I use to, but my mom wants to go to visit my aunt and her family." Judge shrugs, "What about you? Aren't ya going somewhere?"

"Well... with school and work. I've been so busy. I do want to visit my grandma and family in Puerto Rico, but I'm not sure if I can. My dream is to go to Japan and see all the cool stuff there." He fantasize going to Japan for the culture and anime stuff.

"You should go. You can totally survive with 2k of dollars if you're smart enough to budget." His friend explained.

Billie chews her Cheeto puff very slowly waiting for Hobie to come. "I guess, but I don't got 2k to spend like that. I need to pay for books and stuff, you know."

"That is true, dude. You're at a Legacy school!" He said.

The two talk some more unaware of a Celestial portal opening in Miles' bedroom, they didn't hear the heavy thud of combat boots or the chains dangling against each other on a buckled belt.

The door slowly opens having to reveal a punker with a dark look on his face, his eyes narrowed as he spotted the random boy in his Sunflower's home.

Miles' felt his Spider Senses going off when he noticed an unease sense of his punker. "Hmm, Hobie?" He turns over his shoulder after he saw Judge's face fell into a frighten stare.

"Dude, who dat fuck is that?" Judge asked out loud.

Billie turns her head with a big smile on her face, "Obie! Obie!" The punker actually had a more intense punker outfit with everything being black and silver, his makeup look more intense. He painted his eyes into a black smokey bar lines, black lipstick and red contact on one right eye and an Anarchy symbol white contact on the other. He got a lot more accessories having this "Scary" look.

The Morales family got use to this style so this didn't phased them. Not even Billie was afraid, instead she happily giggles, "Obie! Obie!"

"Bae..." Miles looks over at Judge knowing he can't ask him why he's here instead he lied, "Your awake. I didn't think you would wake up."

"Hey, Sunflower." Hobie put one arm around his boyfriend's shoulder with a glaring mean mug directing at Judge. "Who's dis bloke?" His voice deep, rasps sounding a bit dangerous.

"BAE? Miles, who the heck is this?" Judge looked very confused and scared at the punker. "Weren't you dating some rocker dude? Now your into some guy looking like he's part of Metal band?"

"Judge, this is Hobie. He's just dressed different." Miles kisses his boyfriend's cheek, "Bae, this is Judge. Remember him. You met him a couple of times at parties..."

"THIS IS HOBIE? Bro look so different." And frankly, scary as fuck! If he could say the rest of his sentence.

"Not a clue." Hobie grunts being like a guard dog to his boyfriend.

Miles arched his eyebrow, knowing his partner is jealous as hell. "Bae, Judge is just a friend."

Billie pouts at her brother, "Miles and boi, Obie! Obie!" She tugs on Hobie's shirt, "Boi!" She pointed having to squint her eyes at Judge.

"Wah?" Judge saw the glares he got from the two, especially the way Billie squint her eyes at him like a cat.

Miles said, "Hold on, you two. You guys need to be nice to Judge. He's a friend from high school! Stop it." He had to scold his boyfriend a baby sister. Then apologize to his friend, "I'm so sorry, man. I didn't expect this from them."

"It's all good, man. I didn't think you were with him... I thought he was a fling then again, we rarely hang out after high school." His friend trying to ease the tension down.

"Hah, I know, everyone didn't think me and him would be together." Miles kisses his boyfriend on the cheek, again. This calms Hobie down.

Billie felt at ease with Hobie here, "Obie! Obie!"

"Yes, lass." He took her off from his Sunflower's arm to hold her.

She patted his cheek, "Hehe." Then snuggles against him being happy he's here.

Miles blink a bit surprised at his little sister, and his boyfriend gave a small chuckles, "Don't worry, lil blu. I'll always protect your brother." This made Billie calm enough to take a nap, all this tension exhausted her. So she suckled her pacifier while she fallen asleep in the punker's arm.

Judge nervously said, "Heh, so this been something..."

"Hahaha, don't worry about them. They just love me so much." Miles said with a small smile on his face.

"I can see that." Judge will never admit to Miles that he's envious having this much love.

After Judge left, Miles finally asked his man what happened. Billie finally woken up from her nap. Her big eyes still in Hobie's arms.

"Sunflower, lil Blue send me a text. Check the iPad. It's bonkers, I know, but she was worried for me. She literally thought you were cheating on me." Hobie explained.

Miles being disbelief went to get his sister's iPad, instead of freaking out he was amazed that his little sister text Hobie! "NO WAY! Billie texted you! This is crazy! She even responded back?" He scrolls seeing how his little sister did the best she could. "Wait, she thought I was cheating on you! Boo-boo!"

Billie shrugs, "A boi!"

"See. You gave made her scared, Sunflower. Never saw a bloke like that and all alone without me around. Scandalous." Hobie jokes.

"Oh hush, you were all 'grr, don't touch my Sunflower'." Miles huffs.

"I have to be scary. It's my nature." Hobie chuckled, "Besides this look was meant for a concert."

"Obie not scary. Obie good." Billie patted him.

Miles sighs, "Well, at least she has your back, bae."

"Hah, and she texted me first!" His boyfriend gave a smug smirk.

When Miles' parents came home from work, they were surprised to find out Billie knowing how to text. The three year old happily demonstrated her skills by sending them a text.

Billie: Miles & a boi! A Boi!

Rio giggles, "A boi? Does she mean Obie?"

Hobie chuckles, "Actually it's a funny story."

"Let me guess," Jeff rub his chin, "One of Miles' old friends came by to visit and Billie thought it was weird. Then she went ahead to text you?"

"Wow, that was fast?" Miles asked his dad.

"I'm good at my job." Jeff smirks.

Hobie sips his soda, "I scared him good."

"How?" Rio asked having to hold her daughter.

"My looks."

Jeff and Rio tilted their head not being afraid of the punker's style. They gotten so use to it, it felt like one of his normal clothing. "Hmph, I don't see it." Rio said.

"Maybe if you add red eyeliner underneath?" Jeff crossed his arms giving advice.

Miles giggles, "I didn't know you an expert, dad."

"Just giving some advice."

Hobie said, "I'll try that next time, pops. So, mamí Morales, what's for dinner?"

"Hmm, how about some Shrimp con Mofongo y arroz con habichuelas?" She wanted to cook something easy today.

"Habichuelas! Mamá, yo quiero arroz con Habichuelas. Por favor." Billie spoke in Spanish being so hungry for rice and beans.

"Sí, mi amor. Just hold on for a few minutes. Miles, take out the pot from the fridge."

"On it!"

Rio handed her daughter to Hobie, whiles she gets to cooking. Billie and Hobie sat watching the two. They couldn't wait for dinner.

[siilvan]

OC File: Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder

gorgeous renders by the amazing wonderful phenomenal lovely @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot <33

finally posting my oc to cope with mw3... i've had her since november '22, didn't even mention her name to anyone until august lol. i've never had the confidence (or skill) to do this, so i'm thanking all of my mutuals with their wonderful ocs for giving me the strength to do it, even if they don't know it <3

note: despite petra being reader's callsign in bloodsport, it is not intended to be my oc. so far, the only fics that petra properly appears in are desideria and fortuna redux. i know it's confusing and i'm sorry 😭 more of her (and others) in the future!

very long post BTC...

edit: completely forgot to include this— credit to cptnprice for the file!!

GENERAL

Name: Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder

Nicknames/Aliases: Petra, Doc, Bravo 0-5, MEDINT 5, Leni (by friends/family)

Rank: Lieutenant (since 2015)

Gender: Female

Birth Date: June 29, 1990

Nationality: Dutch

Affiliations: Royal Netherlands Army, Korps Commandotroepen, Task Force 141, Coalition (Warcom), SpecGru

Birthplace: Rotterdam, Netherlands

Current Residence: The Hague, Netherlands

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Golden Brown

Eye Color: Blue (right), Green (left)

Height: 5'7" (1.70 m)

Weight: 160 lbs (72 kg)

Build: Athletic, hourglass (hips. That's all.)

Blood Type: O-

Marks: Various tattoos (pictured below), scar on cheek

Faceclaim: Rianne Haspels (Carlotta Champagne for body)

DETAILS

Sexuality: Unlabeled (prefers men)

Languages: Dutch (native), English (C2), Spanish (A2), French (B2), German (C1), Danish (C1), Russian (B2), Arabic (B1)

Education: Biochemistry BS from the University of Amsterdam, Biochemistry MSc from the University of Copenhagen

Preferred Hairstyles: Low bun or Dutch braid for missions, 3-strand braid or loose for everyday

Preferred Mission Attire: Anything from jeans and a turtleneck, to slim cargos and a tank top, to proper combat fatigues. Dresses for the weather, but hates anything baggy. Prefers to wear black and green, occasionally wears white, tan, or blue. Very athletic style.

Preferred Civilian Attire: Usually dresses fairly casual. Jeans, cargos, leather pants, leggings. Plain t-shirts, henleys, turtlenecks, off-shoulder tops. Wears bomber jackets or hoodies. Mostly wears black, green, or white. Likes feeling comfortable but cute when she's off the clock.

Favorite Color: Evergreen

Favorite Flower: Magnolia

PERSONALITY

Myers-Briggs Type: ENFJ-T. Extraverted, intuitive, feeling, judging, and turbulent. Petra prioritizes the better of the group over personal benefit and strives to have a positive impact on the world and the people around her. Happy to lead or follow, but preferring to guide others, she is a self-identified humanitarian with a pipe dream of world peace. Reliability, tolerance, passion, and altruism ultimately conflict with overthinking, stubbornness, perfectionism, and indecisiveness – Petra is both helped and hindered by the idea of what things can be or could have been.

FAMILY

Father: Colonel Hendrik "Chimera" Scholten de Ridder. Former KCT commander and military legend-turned terrorist. (deceased)

Mother: Johanna Scholten de Ridder (née van den Bos). Former MEDINT analyst for the BVD and MID. (deceased)

Brother: Sergeant Emiel "Nightfall" Scholten de Ridder. KCT operative and specialist in anything covert; never misses a shot. Ally of TF141, rarely stays in any one place for long due to the nature of his assignments.

Uncle: Unnamed paternal uncle. Father's younger brother, civilian military engineer. Lost his life in a terrorist attack in the mid-1990s. (deceased)

Aunt: Special Agent Merel "Songbird" van den Bos. Mother's older sister, former agent for the BVD and MID. Specialist in foreign relations and espionage. May or may not be living in the USA and married to Frank Woods (spoiler: she is).

Grandfather: General Emiel Scholten de Ridder. Paternal grandfather, former commander of the Royal Netherlands Army. Yes, her brother is named after him. (deceased)

SKILLS

Fighting Style: Adaptable, but prefers to keep her distance. Studied kickboxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Krav Maga in her youth – CQC is influenced by these.

Weapons: Can use whatever is available. Is oddly talented with a quarterstaff despite none of her training involving it.

Preferred Weapons: M4 (Hightower 20" Barrel, Schlager PEQ Box IV laser, Cronen Mini Pro optic, Corio Precio Factory stock), X12, Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife, karambit, throwing knives

Special Skills: Specializes in MEDINT analysis, trauma/medical care, chemical warfare, hostage rescue, asset protection, and foreign military assistance. Can act as a translator. Has received training in sniping, espionage, and stealth combat from allies. Is notorious for her strong fortitude. Very versatile.

Hobbies: Art, cooking, baking, reading, sports (baseball, climbing, kickboxing, swimming, ice skating), music (drums), studying languages

Former Hobbies: Did ballet and gymnastics in her youth. Still enjoys both, doesn't have the time to practice either. Has decent equilibrium thanks to them.

TRIVIA

The name Mylène can mean "merciful", Scholten refers to a schout (government official that handled administration of justice), and de Ridder means "the knight".

Her callsign Petra means "rock, stone" and is not implying that she's a stony person! She earned her callsign due to her high tolerance and endurance; she's also uniquely durable, often recovering from or withstanding injuries that would leave others in worse condition. It's a bit supernatural, don't worry about it.

Was introduced to drumming by her Uncle Frank when she was little. It's canon to me.

Mylène looks like a carbon copy of her aunt, sans some details like hair and eye color. She's also more well-built than her aunt thanks to being in the military.

Has a bunch of small rituals, habits, and very specific ways of doing things thanks to her OCD – nothing too crazy (she has no choice but to manage these thanks to her career), but you'll start to notice them if you're around her enough.

Has polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS). She's learned ways to lessen the symptoms and has an IUD that helps immensely, but it's why she still has a decent amount of fat on her body despite working out religiously. (Not projecting my issues shh)

Doesn't date often due to her career and personal reservations. Prefers someone older, though. (I'm not projecting shh x2)

Keeps a journal on her at almost all times. Inside of it is anything from basic medical info for her allies, random drawings, important notes, etc. Likes to pretend it's organized, but it's not. At all.

Skipped a year in primary school, hence why she graduated at 17 instead of 18 despite attending a VWO school.

It was painfully obvious that she learned her Russian in school before she met Nikolai. After he laughed at her, he taught her how to sound more "natural" – AKA, he taught her almost exclusively profanity.

Bouncing off that, she's Mrs. Worldwide. Petra's unintentionally picked up so much slang from her coworkers.

Her favorite genres of literature are romance and philosophy. She can read outrageous smut with a straight face, but blushes and grins over fluffy stuff. Tries to read books in other languages to practice, too!

Will not touch any drug with a 10-foot pole. Same goes for tobacco, she's the type to dramatically cough if the team smokes around her. She's very health-conscious!!

TATTOOS

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Tattoo One (Hands) I'm not going to lie... originally gave Petra the tattoo (two, actually – she has it on both hands) because I loved Freya's tattoos in GOW and the design is inspired by those. From an in-universe standpoint, it was her first tattoo (age 17) and she just wanted something simple that could be hidden under her gloves to prevent fading. Has to get them touched up every now and then.

Tattoo Two (Right Arm) Full sleeve of willow branches, florals, and butterflies. There's a lot of symbolism in this one. The butterflies represent transformation, hope, and rebirth; the willow branches symbolize a new life, protection, flexibility, and adaptability; the flowers embody anything from growth, joy, transience, hope, love, and death.

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Tattoo Three (Left Bicep) Two-headed snake with flowers! I don't think I need to rhapsodize about the florals again, so I'll skip to the snake. Depending on the culture, a two-headed serpent can represent wildly different things. It's a symbol of rebirth and resurrection, with each head representing earth and the underworld. It can symbolize indecision and conflicting ideas. Duality, balance, power, healing, insight, and deeper awareness; snakes were often seen as a spiritual messenger, and the dual nature of a two-headed serpent represents learning from both positive and negative experiences. (if I see any "heehoo konni" comments, I will blow up the sun, this ain't about him babygirls 😔)

Tattoo Four (Left Inner Forearm) Compass with an arrow! The symbolism is pretty obvious, I think... Direction, guidance, and navigation; the compass arrow combines the arrow's representation of direction and forward movement and the compass' symbolism of finding your way and staying on course. Together, it represents the idea that, no matter how far away you are, your arrow will always hit its target – even when losing your way, you'll always be able to overcome adversity and find your way back.

BACKGROUND

⋆ CW: themes of child abuse, violence, SA (marked with ***) and overall mary sue levels of tragedy

Born on June 29, 1990 in the city of Rotterdam, Netherlands, to Hendrik Scholten de Ridder and Johanna Scholten de Ridder, Mylène had a normal – if not privileged, thanks to her family's prominent histories – early childhood. At the age of 3, her brother, Emiel, was born. Known to be a clever, compassionate girl, Mylène took to the "big sister" role with ease.

Her father was a captain from a distinguished military family with the callsign "Chimera", who ascended to the rank of colonel and commanded the Royal Netherlands Army’s special forces unit, the Korps Commandotroepen. Her mother was a medical intelligence analyst for the AIVD and MIVD (then-known as the BVD and MID) with a family history in government and politics.

In the late fall of 1999, when Mylène was only 9 years old, she came home from school and discovered her mother's corpse, having been killed by enemies of her father originally seeking to hold the family for ransom. This event, paired with the traumas he sustained over his years in the military, drove her father to "near insanity" as he became consumed with paranoia and grief. The rest of her and her brother's adolescence was defined by the trauma of her father's abuse; he subjected the siblings to rigorous physical and psychological training in order to mold them into "perfect soldiers" and prevent any further loss.

Despite this, her father was publicly viewed as a war hero. He would often leave the two alone when he was on deployment, forcing Mylène to care for herself and her brother with nothing more than a roof over their heads and grocery money provided. The siblings developed an unbreakable bond during this time that would extend into their adulthoods, rendering them a synergic duo both at home and in the field.

After finishing secondary school at 17, Mylène enlisted in the Royal Netherlands Army. She also studied at the University of Amsterdam – taking online classes – and eventually graduated with a BS in Biochemistry. She spent 3 years serving in various military hospitals, clinics, and field units under the 400 Medical Battalion, until she joined selection for the KCT in 2011. She was swiftly recognized for her high tolerance, natural interpersonal skills, and advanced aptitude for MEDINT analysis; she passed selection with top marks, setting several records during the infamous "hell week" exercise.

Mylène operated as a combat medic until August 2013, when she worked with the British SAS's Unit Bravo under the command of Captain John Price. Despite the joint team being greatly reduced in number and separated after a series of heavy artillery attacks from enemy forces, Mylène managed to provide emergency medical care and calm leadership as her party made its way to the rendezvous point that Price's group was defending.

After the joint operation concluded, Price took an interest in her, deciding to train her as a sniper and teach her how to better use her skills in combat. The two quickly developed a close relationship built upon mutual trust and a desire to fight for what's right, regardless of rules or orders. At some point after this, her unflappable nature and composure when faced with challenging conditions earned her the callsign "Petra".

*** By 2014, Mylène was in a several year-long relationship with a National Reserve Corps (NATRES) NCO named Florian Van Aller. On February 14 of that year, he suddenly came to her with an idea that left her speechless: "sharing" her with his unit. Despite his insistence and attempt to pressure her into it, Mylène refused, ending the relationship. They met on base the next day after Florian messaged her claiming to want to apologize – when she came face-to-face with him and his mentor, Captain Jozef Daalmans, she realized what she had been told was a lie.

*** Although the captain's only involvement was restraining her and watching, Mylène felt violated by both men. She was left at the scene, battered and ashamed, until the last person she expected to help found her – Colonel Hendrik Scholten de Ridder. In a rare act that she now describes as "the last time she ever saw her real father," he comforted her and took her to the hospital, where Mylène received treatment for the injuries she sustained in the assault. She never spoke of the incident afterwards, leaving herself, her father, and her attackers as the only people privy to it.

In early 2015, an assault team led by Chimera and Petra on an enemy submarine revealed that there was a traitor within the unit. The entire team, save for Chimera and Petra themselves, was killed onboard the vessel. The traitor was eventually discovered to be Chimera himself, with Petra as the only witness to his admission and subsequent attempt to bury her, and any incriminating evidence, at sea. With her father in the wind and knowing that her word alone wouldn't be enough to implicate him for his crimes, Petra contacted Captain Price, telling him: "You're the only person I can trust."

An unsanctioned operation to capture or kill Chimera was planned by the two, with the help of her brother – now a KCT operative nicknamed "Nightfall" – and Nikolai, a trusted contact of Price's. The small team managed to track the Colonel and his supporters to a base deep in the Alps, where they successfully wiped out the entire group and killed Chimera. After this mission, Petra felt indebted to Price and Nikolai, considering them two of the few people she could trust implicitly.

From then on, Petra lent her services to various humanitarian groups in an effort to provide protection and medical care on missions around the globe. With expertise in frontline trauma and medical care, hostage rescue, asset protection, medical intelligence analysis, chemical warfare, and the training and advising of foreign military units, Petra proved to be an elite operative capable of remaining calm in even the most dire scenarios. She’s been awarded the Military William Order, the Bronze Lion, the Bronze Cross, and the Cross of Merit for both covert and overt operations, establishing herself as a minor legend within the elite commando corps.

However, a little over a year after the unsanctioned operation in the Alps, Petra was captured and imprisoned by Ultranationalist forces. She was regularly tortured during her captivity, often by Vladimir Makarov, whom she now sarcastically describes as "a lovely man."

Sometime in mid-2017, Petra was yet-again assigned to a unit led by Price, tasked with infiltrating and securing an Al-Qatala base located in Kastovia. Another member of the unit was Nightfall, serving as the team's scout sniper. During the mission, while providing overwatch, Nightfall's radio was suddenly cut off. When the rest of the team finally reached his location to investigate, several IEDs planted in the area went off and forced the group to retreat. Petra attempted a rescue, but was prevented from doing so by Price, as it was too dangerous. Demolition teams cleared the area the following day. Once it was safe to extract Nightfall, however, the recovery team found nothing.

With her brother declared dead in absentia, Petra chose to abandon the special forces. She went back to school and earned an MSc in Biochemistry at the University of Copenhagen, refusing to contact any of her former allies so as to avoid being dragged back into the military.

In April 2019, Petra was tracked down in Denmark by Price, who informed her of Vladimir Makarov's plans in Verdansk and urged her to join the SAS team being sent to stop him. After thorough convincing, she agreed to come back for one more mission, seeking revenge against the man that tortured her years ago.

Petra was later handpicked for the task force Price established alongside CIA Station Chief Kate Laswell following the death of General Roman Barkov in November 2019. She was once again sought out by Price – and Nikolai, who was the "final nail in the coffin," according to Price – and convinced to join the team as a commanding officer.

About a month later, Laswell pinpointed the location of a prison in Georgia believed to be used by Al-Qatala to hold POWs. Reconnaissance of the prison confirmed this and the identity of several of the prisoners; Nightfall was identified as one of the POWs. Petra, leading an elite KCT unit, raided the location shortly thereafter, securing the captives, Nightfall, and intel about Al-Qatala's plans.

Between the invasion of Verdansk, Las Almas, and a burgeoning war with Konni group... Petra has fully committed herself to Task Force 141, willing to save the world or die trying.

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SHIT TON OF OC STUFF (for part 2)

Part 2 protags

Astor 

Arcana: death

Any (they/them pref)

enby

Pan, demi

Powers and abilities: weather manipulation, can control weather and elements of it (think weather report from jojo without the snails). Incredibly proficient at close and long range fighting using knives and kicks, also has incredible quickness, agility and stealth 

Appearance: a short young person with light brown skin and eyes with dark curly hair with bangs that almost always cover eyes. Tends to dress in baggy and androgynous grunge/streetwear like clothes. In their super suit they wear a large white hooded cloak, under they have pants with holsters for equipment and a tank top. They tend to be very blank faced, but some emotion does come though mainly in their eyes

Backstory: the second child of Avia and another character I have yet to write (yes I know she’s trans dont worry she can still do that bc reasons). When their parents got on the bad side of an incredibly powerful villainous dictator. The villain would end up getting revenge by imprisoning their father who was presumed dead, killing their sister and damaging their vocal cords beyond repair even by their mother. Filled with hopelessness and worrying that in grief that she’d hurt Astor, Avia ran away leaving Astor into the care of Jackson. Now in an incredibly emotionally volatile state which was not helped after a former friend and crush was killed in a fight, or at least they thought… Now they are a part of the rose program, a program made to monitor and help superhumans who could pose a threat to themselves or others. 

Personality: many heroes assume astor a blank faced robot who feels and shows nothing, and many villains (who have not encountered them) assume they are a nepo-baby who never worked for anything and whines when things don't go their way. In actuality  they are nothing more than an at-risk youth who has trouble expressing and processing  their emotions (especially after losing their voice) and has trouble socializing and not shutting people out. In fights they move fast and efficient, but there are times when it gets too much and they start to lose control and go feral 

Likes:

Art mainly wood carving, making clothing and cooking

Their friends (especially Fuapillon)

Jackson

Their memories of their father and sister

Rain

Music (mainly hip-hop and rap)

Cats

Dislikes:

their mom (kinda)

Alcohol

Crowds 

Assumptions 

causing harm and killing

The man who took everything 

Not having control

Scary movies

Fuapillon (please let me know if this is a slur or something i just smashed together the french word for fire and butterfly)

Arcana: the lovers

they/she

transgender

Pansexual

Also french (gross i know)

Powers and abilities: increased processing. Their brain is able to take in and process information superhumanly fast. They have a knack for machines and mechanics that shines with her “armure de papillon” which are mechanical suits that tend to have incendiary attacks and incredible speed

Appearance: a very small young woman with dirty blond wavy hair (usually messy) and blue eyes. Usually Wears bright feminine summer clothes, biker wear and/or mechanic gear. In her super wear she wears a custom leather jacket (a gift from astor), goggles and tight spandex all with mechanical modifications that allows her to put on her suits. Her mechanical suits differ in appearance, but they always feature butterfly like elements and wings, and a red fiery color scheme 

Backstory: born and raised in south france they were always a strange child with boundless energy and curiosity which led to them discovering and sneaking into a secret facility. After a mistake they ended up seeing something they shouldn't when they fell into a portal to the unknown. They were not expected to make it until they were mysteriously rescued. No one knows what they saw, but it was clear that it had a profound effect on their mental state. After a brief stint at a mental hospital they were taken to the rose program for monitoring and rehabilitation 

Personality: a bright and bubbly woman who tends to talk and act at a mile a minute. They’re an adrenaline junkie. After the incident at the lab they have gained a weird obsession with fire and butterflies and sometimes will get really gloomy and whisper very strange and ominous things about fire, death and rebirth, but they have been doing it less especially after getting more help and support.

Likes:

Butterflies

Fire

Their armors

Their motorcycle 

Friends 

Astor 

Rollercosters 

Going fast in general 

Halloween

Scary movies

Dislikes: 

Not much

Tianming

Arcana: the emperor 

he/him

cis/het but not beating allegations

Powers and abilities: mirror travel: can travel through any reflective surface of any size, if he wants to travel with or put a person or object in the mirror dimension the other person/object has to be able to fit. Mirror clones: can clone self with reflection as long as he is being reflected. The clones are fragile and will have noticeable differences. Has many gadgets to help fight as well as acrobatic and dance skills he uses to fight and confuse 

Appearance: a shorter man of chinese descent with short black hair and brown eyes. His super suit is a traditional Bian lian costume with some slight modifications. Uses the masks to confuse enemies and add further effectiveness to his cloning power. He tends to wear 

Backstory: grew up with his sister and abusive father. One day he had enough and he burnt down the apartment with his father inside. Soon after his sister was put into foster care, and he joined superhuman society where he became fast friends with astor. He would eventually find himself in an abusive relationship with a psychic where his mind was shattered, after recovery it was decided that he was left too mentally volatile and he was put into the rose program

Personality: a kind man and just a bro in general he wants the best for people, and likes to see the good in people which does lead to problems. After his mind was shattered he is prone to mood swings and outbursts.

likes: 

Love

Dancing

His sister

His (second) girlfriend

His friends

Basically everyone else

Helping

Seeing people improve themselves

Baseball

Dislikes: 

Evil

Feeling useless

Suffering

When his costume is too hot

Morgan

Arcana: the moon

she/her

Bi-curous 

Powers: Crystallokinesis (earthbending with crystals). Specializes in long and range attack and defense as well as battlefield control, a little lacking in close range. Also strangely good at thrifting 

Appearance: a taller girl who's on the chubbier side. fair skin, brown somewhat curly hair and purple eyes. Darker gothic fashion. Same gothic fashion carries over to super suit with a tighter armored spandex with a jacket and mask

Backstory: one of thee kids along with her twin sister and older brother. Her father was a villain (the same one who cut off Celestina’s arm) and her mother is a prison nurse that he seduced. Her and her siblings were adopted by Juliet and Celestina. Her brother was a model student and is a pillar of the new generation of heroes. She now feels a large expectation on her to be like him. One day for unknown reasons her sister snapped and attacked. In the fight she lost control and all her pent up emotions burst forward causing her to brutally “kill” her sister. She was put in the rose program filled with intense guilt for her sister, but her sister only feels rage back.

Personality: she is very gloomy and is very guilty and sad after her sister. Very sarcastic and kind of a jerk at times. Feels a large amount of pressure and stress from the society around her. Though at the end of the day she is a kind person with the heart of a hero, she just doesn't like to show it

Likes:

Fashion

Her brother

Her friends

Parties

Anime and manga (a secret she takes to the grave)

Singing

The beach

Pizza

shopping

Dislikes: 

Expectations

People who don’t dress well

Weirdos 

The L 

The smell of piss (explains the above)

Overpriced clothes 

Other part 2 things

Takes place on an island in lake Michigan with a small superhuman community and school.

All characters are in their senior year of school and are 18 (precautionary measure)

Takes place 20+ years after part one

Music theme is hip-hop, R&B and rap

I hope to release part3 MCs,more info on part 1, general worldbuilding and info on other important characters soon (look in ether comments or rbs also the tags under this one)

[pretendingtoknowhowtowrite]

TITLE: This is real, trust me

Summary: You had a shitty week, anxiety and fatigue are devouring you and you try to forget everything searching for something to drink. While doing so, you find Dean on the same situation. Everything seems fine but you suddenly faint and Dean takes care of your stupid ass.

Tags: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader - smut - 18+ - oral receiving (female and male) - penetrative s3x - fingering - DomDean.

Word Counts: 2,9 K

English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes

Author's notes: the reader is a crybaby here so...yeah, that's it. Feedback is much appreciated as always!

What a shitty day. You didn't sleep much and were on the verge of tears since you woke up. You and the boys were hunting non-stop for weeks, not a moment to relax or a second to think.

It was 3 a.m., and you were staring at the ceiling of that motel room; the fatigue of those days hit you, and tears started rolling down your cheeks. <<Oh, fuck it>> you said out loud and got up from bed. You decided to go down to take a drink from the vending machine, hoping you would fall asleep faster with some alcohol in you. Your eyes were red and swollen, your lips and cheeks red because of your crying. You tied up your hair, put your jacket and slippers on, and went down, wearing shorts and a tank top.

A cold breeze hit your face as soon as you opened the door, and a shiver reached your spine. You saw the light of the vending machine and went down. Unfortunately, the only alcoholic thing was a beer, so that was your best option for the night. You were inserting the coins in the vending machine when you heard a well-known voice <<Having trouble sleeping, Y/N?>>. It was Dean's, and he was sitting on the bench next to the vending machine with a beer in his hand. <<Yup>> you replied and bent down to take your beer. <<Be careful with that, it's gonna explode if you open it right away>> he told you while pointing at your can. <<Oh, right>> you replied and smiled at him <<Do you mind if I sit here for a bit ?>> you asked. He looked at you and took his time looking at your breast, then nodded with a downward smile. You didn't have a large breast, so you really didn't understand why he stared at it, but then you realized it: tank top, no bra, and wind = hard nipples; Dean found the silliest things arousing, so you covered yourself with your jacket while blushing a bit. <<Sooo, what is keeping you awake Y/N? I thought you'd be fast asleep by now>> he said while sipping his beer. You turned to look at him while answering, alcohol was dripping from his lower lip. <<I really don't know Dean, I've reached such a high level of stress and fatigue that I won't sleep>> a nervous laugh escaped your mouth as you answered his question, and you sat down on the cold bench.

He looked at you and noticed your swollen eyes and red lips <<Yeah, I get what you mean Y/N>>. Then he hugged you, it was a warm hug that felt like a fire in that cold weather, and kissed your forehead <<I'm here if you need anything, okay?>>, it smelled like iron and alcohol and when that scent reached your nostrils, your body relaxed; you were at ease with such a simple thing. When the two of you were alone, Dean was really sweet to you, he acted so caring and gently that he seemed like a whole different person. You often asked yourself why but always reached the same conclusion: you were younger than him, so he probably felt the need to protect you. That made sense. He did some innuendos and some allusions in the past, but Dean... He was like that with everyone, so you didn't think about it too much. You often replied with a laugh or with something even worse to tease him a bit, just to see him looking away.

<<Thanks, Dean>> you replied and hugged him tightly. Both of you let go of each other and you opened the can. <<No wait Y/N, it's too soo- >> Dean couldn't finish the sentence as beer started to splatter everywhere. You immediately got up to avoid drenching your clothes but the corner of your vision started to blacken. The sudden realization that you didn't eat for the whole day hit you. You tried to find support on the bench and said while looking at Dean <<I'm gonna fain- >>; you couldn't finish the phrase. You lost consciousness and just heard <<Fuck. Y/N!>>.

<<Y/N...>> he snapped you back to reality <<I-I think I love you>> he added while hiding his face with a hand. Your cheeks were red with embarrassment and your heart was beating so fast you were certain he could hear it. Your eyes were locked and you finally whispered <<I think so too, Dean>>, while staring at his lips.

Next thing you remember, you were in your bed, and Dean was swirling some sugar inside a cup of water while panicking a bit. <<Fuck Y/N, I told you you should have eaten that burger>> he said with a concerned tone and handed you the sugared water. <<Thanks>> you said while looking at the cup, feeling guilty for making him worry. <<Just take care of yourself!>> he added while looking at you, he had such a concerned look on his face, and you couldn't find the courage to look at him for more than 3 seconds. He took out a donut from the bag he was holding and gave it to you <<Here, eat this. They're from this morning>> he said while handing you the sweet. You silently started eating while looking down. A tear started rolling down your cheek; you were tired and hungry, and, on top of that, you made him worry. He noticed that tear and immediately rushed to sit next to you <<Hey Y/N, What's wrong?>> He asked you and cupped your face with his hand, wiping away that tear. You finally looked at him and started to cry <<I don't know Dean, I'm so tired I can't anymore...I want to stop thinking>> you said sobbing and rested your head against his chest. He started caressing your back and holding you between his arms <<ssh Y/N, it's gonna be all right, let it all go>>. His head was on top of yours, your tears were drenching his t-shirt and the two of you stayed like that for a bit.

Finally, he moved you and lifted your chin up to see your face. You were sobbing and couldn't stop, he wiped your tears away and got closer to your face <<How can you be this pretty in such a state?>> he asked you with a hushed tone. Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment and your heart started to beat faster. Dean and you were looking into each other's eyes and your lips were millimeters apart. <<W-what?>> you replied with a shocked tone. <<Oh Y/N, don't you get it?>> he answered while staring at your lips <<why can't I be the same with you as I am with all the other girls? Why can't I stand your innuendos and can't be the usual dick I am with you? >> he said while looking at you. Your mind started to think about what was the aim of that conversation..Dean had feelings for you? "nononono that's impossible" you thought. Sleepless nights were caused by that dork, by his smile and his pretty eyes. You fell for Dean the moment you saw him but futilely tried to hide those emotions, cause like,,, how could he like you? These thoughts were rushing into your head and you couldn't think straight at that moment.

He smiled and kissed you, it was a passionate and gentle kiss, but soon he started twirling his tongue in yours and biting your lips. That kiss relaxed your whole body, your mind was finally empty and everything you could think about at that moment was Dean Winchester. He moved closer to your body and at the end of that kiss, he was on top of you, his gaze locked on your face. <<You have no idea how much I've dreamed about this moment Y/N>> he told you while caressing your face. <<M-me too>> you replied <<I just can't believe this is real>>.

He smirked and looked at you <<Oh baby, this is gonna feel real, trust me>>. Oh, that tone, that ridiculously flirtatious tone that made you melt every single time. That burning sensation between your thighs started to grow bigger and you couldn't help but let a soft moan out. <<What was that?>> Dean asked you, giggling a bit. <<Oh, shut up dork>> you answered him and chuckled <<Come closer before I change my mind>> you added, (like that was gonna happen) and pulled him closer by his t-shirt. He kissed you again and started to move his hands on your body, caressing your waist, your hips, and your curves. His kisses slowly moved from your mouth to your neck, they became bites that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel Dean's heavy breath on your neck and that feeling was making you so aroused. His hands started to reach your breast and folding it, a moan left his mouth <<You're so fucking perfect>>. He took your top off and stared at you with a grin <<again, so so real. Trust me>>. You giggled and replied <<you better take that t-shirt off 'cause this isn't fair>>; he just nodded with a pretty smile and took his clothes off...all of them except from his boxers. Your mouth automatically opened when you saw his body, his chest, his scars, and his bulge. Fuck, you always believed he was big, but you didn't expect it to be like that. Dean Winchester was perfect and he was standing in front of you, caressing your body. He reached for your hips and slipped your shorts off with a smirk <<Now it's fair>> he said while getting close to your face again. You were so fucking excited and couldn't stop looking at Dean's eyes. He got closer to your ear and whispered with his husky voice <<I really want you>>. Oh...you were soaked down there, it was a fucking pool, to be honest. <<Stop teasing D- >> you couldn't finish that sentence as you felt Dean's fingers pressing against your clit through the cotton of your underwear. <<Okay baby, I'll stop teasing>> he said while gently biting your earlobe. His scent, his voice, and his fingers were driving you crazy. He moved your panties away, and pushed 2 digits inside your wet cunt. A big moan escaped your mouth, all you could hear was Dean giggling and chuckling in response. His thick fingers were moving inside of you, up and down, searching for your sweet spot. He reached it sooner than expected and you arched your back with pleasure <<Dean>>, you moaned his name while keeping his arm tightly. <<I'm not going anywhere Y/N, no need to hold me like that>> he said with a bratty tone. His fingers still moving and rubbing your g-spot, <<c'mon Y/N, let it all go..>> he said while looking at your body. You couldn't hold it anymore and started cumming on his fingers, shivering and trembling while moaning his name. <<Good girl>> he said and kissed you quickly. You were still panting when he took his fingers out, stared at them for a couple of seconds and then sucked your juices off from them with a smirk <<Sweet>> he added <<now let's take this off>>, as he said that, he went on his knees on the bed and took your panties off; a soft moan escaped his throat <<You're so beautiful>> he said while staring at your body. You were red with embarrassment, but Dean's gaze on your body was so heavy and ... arousing. You got up and went on your knees too, started to kiss him, and gently pushed his boxers down. You didn't have to look down cause you felt Dean's cock against your waist, but you did anyway and saw how much pre-cum he built up. <<All that..for me?>> you asked, teasing him a bit. He smirked and just answered <<maybe>>. You laid down again, and now his cock was at the same level as your face, you looked up into his eyes and slowly pushed your lips against his tip. <<Fffffuck>> Dean moaned while looking at you, covering his face with one hand. You smirked and took all his length in your mouth, not without complications... his taste pervaded your mouth and you started to go up and down on his cock.

Dean was moaning so loudly, he started automatically moving his hips and he made you gag on his member with his thrusts, but you didn't care and just let him use your mouth as he pleased. Seeing him so aroused thanks to you made you melt and crumble. That man could have done anything to you at that moment. You could feel his cock twitching inside of your mouth, he was practically mouthfucking you at this point...but you were so horny. Dean suddenly stopped <<I can't continue or ... I just can't>> he said while looking into your eyes, and raised you up. He kissed you, his precum and your saliva mixed together in that kiss, and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure. He pushed you onto the bed and spread your legs open, your juices were dripping from your thighs, you felt so hot and just wanted him inside of you. <<Look at you>> he said and got closer to your slit, you could feel his breath on your pussy, and you covered your face in shame. You felt his hot tongue tasting you, he stayed outside for a bit, licking your clit and gently sucking it with his mouth but then he quickly moved his fingers on it and went deep inside of you with his tongue. His fingers were rubbing your clit so fast that you couldn't help hit ... you started shivering and trembling while he was going down on you. Your hands reached for his head, and your fingers started going through his hair while you were moaning his name in pleasure. You arched your back and started to shake, your hips were moving and Dean wasn't letting you go for an instant. You looked down and saw his eyes fixed on you... those eyes made you cum again, you were whimpering his name at this point.

<<You taste so good>> Dean said while licking his lips and moving closer to your face. He kissed you again and now your juices melted in your tongue, he began biting your lips and moaning your name. You could feel his cock pressing against your pussy lips and you wanted him so badly <<Please Dean, put it in>> you begged him and spread your legs open for him. As you said that his tip went inside of you and a big moan escaped your throat. His girth was so big, you just weren't ready for that. Your walls tightened around his cock, and he started to slowly push his full length inside of you. He was breathing heavily, sweat was dripping from his body on yours and his scent was driving you mad. <<M-move, pleease>> you said while looking at him <<of course Y/N>> he replied and started moving inside and outside from your pussy, <<you're so fucking wet>> he said grinning, he was holding your waist while going in and out, he looked at your face and started to increase his pace. His thrusts were faster and deeper, one of his hands was now folding your breast, pinching your nipples and he was just looking at your body. Your moans were echoing in the room, your juices were running down your thighs and Dean was sinking his fingers into your body. <<fuuck>> he moaned and then reached for your clit again, he was rubbing it, pinching it, doing anything to make you tremble again. Your moans turned into screams and you could only yell his name with pleasure. He pressed his body against yours while moving his fingers and his hips faster and faster. <<Let it all go, Y/N>> He whispered in your ear. That was your last straw, you started shaking on his dick, sinking your fingernails in his back and screaming his name. Your brain was filled with pleasure and you cummed on his cock, your walls tightened around him and you felt his member twitching inside of you <<fuuck, I'm going to- >>, Dean couldn't finish the sentence as you felt his hot cum stuffing your insides. <<cum>> you replied while giggling a bit. He left his body weight on your body, and both of you were drenched in sweat. <<Yeah, cum>> he chuckled and raised himself up to look at you. He caressed your face and kissed your forehead. <<I really meant those things before, I really love you Y/N>> he added while looking at you with loving eyes. <<so do I>> you answered and hugged him.

<<This probably won't help you recover>> he laughed a bit <<Lay down, I'm gonna get you another donut>>. He got up while u rested on bed, covering your naked body with the bedsheets. His body was so good, you always dreamed of looking at him like this, <<I can feel your gaze Y/N, not that this is the first time>> he chuckled. <<Just bring me the donut, I'm gonna faint again because of you>> you said jokingly.

He took the bag and laid next to you, he gave one to you and ate another while holding you tightly.

<<I think we can fall asleep now Y/N>> he chuckled while looking at you.

[thelittleliars]

P.S. I Want You | Chapter 1

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of being sober (alcohol), fluff?

Words: 2.8K

AN: I updated the schedule for this series in the Masterlist post so check it out if you want to know when to expect something! P.S. I Want You Masterlist

You don't easily sweat but today was just so hot that it was almost impossible not to sweat under these weather conditions. It didn't help that you were on the road with your bicycle. You easily could have walked the distance from your apartment to the great market hall or taken the metro but somehow your bike seemed to be the best option that morning. You arrived with hot flesh, sweaty armpits and being out of breath at the gate to your apartment. The heat got to your brain fast, it messed with your brain so much that you almost forgot the code to open the gate door. After messily punching in the code you lifted up your bike and walked the one step up and through the door. It was a struggle to get inside with your bike being heavy and the open bag hanging on your wrist. You sighed in relief, finally back home after a long day in this hell of a heat. 

The day got longer though as soon when a person bumped into you, making you loose your balance and letting your bag fall to the ground. Your fruits and the postcards you bought for your family were now all scattered onto the floor. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." The woman who bumped into you apologized. She immediately kneeled down and helped you pick your up your stuff. "It's alright. The weather is making us all a bit-" You stopped talking the second you looked at the woman in front of you. Even though she looked very stressed and in a hurry, her beauty was something else and it just took your breath away. The red hair was nothing you had ever seen before, the same with those stunning green eyes of hers. Words didn't seem like words anymore. All you did was staring at her with a blush arising on your face when you saw her stare at you too. "Hurry up, sestra!" Both of you turned your heads towards the direction the voice came from. There stood a shortish girl with blonde hair. She wore grayish-black pants, a white tank top and a grey suit jacket on top. A one strap backpack was hanging from her shoulders. You turned your attention back to putting the rest of your stuff back in your bag and then standing up. The redhead also stood up, still having some of your postcards in her hand when she looked back into your eyes. "This might not be my best idea to ask but is there a chance you could hide us in your apartment for a bit?" You wanted to say no since your parents always taught you stranger danger but the desperation you saw in her eyes made you give in.

"Get on that elevator to the first floor and wait for me there. I gotta lock up my bike first." They both walked towards the elevator, arguing in what seemed russian to you while you went further in the building and locked your bike up. When you arrived on the first floor the two women stood there in silence. As you walked towards your apartment door you swore you could feel eyes on, you hated that feeling so much, it made you extremely nervous. Once inside the apartment, the redhead handed you the postcards with a small smile on her lips. "Thank you." You nodded. "I'm Natasha and this is Yelena." Natasha didn't know why but she had the need to tell you her real name and not just a made up name. Telling you the truth was important to her. "I'm Y/N. Welcome to my humble home. Do you want anything? Water, coffee, tea..?"

After Yelena took a stroll through your apartment she asked if you had anything alcoholic in the house. "No sorry. I only just got sober so I don't have anything anymore." She then settled on a glass of water which you happily gave her. You turned to Natasha who just shrugged off her black leather jacket, asking her too if she wanted anything. "A coffee would be nice." You took on last look at her form, gulping at the sight of her boobs that were now visible thanks to the black t-shirt she wore underneath that jacket, then went into your tiny kitchen to make her coffee. Breathe, you have to breathe. She'll be gone soon so don't get anything in your head. 

You took her coffee in one hand and a bunch of paper with a pen in your other hand. While the two women were sitting on your sofa, you made yourself comfortable, sitting cross legged on the chair at the table that you put in your living room. It was basically your kitchen table just in a different room. They were once again talking in a language you didn't know but you also didn't mind. Instead you took the paper and started writing a letter for your best friend. Non of your family and old friends lived here in Budapest with you. It was such a mess back home that one day you decided to move away. A move to a different state wouldn't have made any differences, you needed to move to another country for the abuse from your family to finally stop. You were just finished with the letter when the voice of Natasha's rang out to you. "I noticed you bought a lot of postcards earlier and now I saw them on a wall in your other room. Do you like to collect them?"

The sight of Natasha standing there with her arms leaning on one of your chairs was not something you were ready to see. It felt as if she had a spell on you. You were mesmerized by every single thing she did. You smiled sadly at the thought of why you even started your collection. "Yeah. It's just always a nice reminder of your stay in the city. One of my best friends collects magnets but it's not for me since they can easily break on your way home." The other woman nodded in agreement. "But I have to say that the magnets here are the most beautiful I've ever seen. Anyways.. do you guys need to stay the night here?" Yelena was already taking a nap on your sofa, you imagined that Natasha also must be exhausted. "If that's not too much trouble for you?" For a complete stranger she was being too nice and cute in your opinion. Sadly she was too good to be true. "Let me make the bed for you two. I'll take the sofa." Your grandpa was probably tossing and turning in his grave right now by your stupidity of letting these girls stay with you. They could be criminals for all you knew but one look at them and all your carefulness and awareness for danger flew right out of the window. 

After the bed was done being made by you, they thanked you both and went there to rest. You took a book from your bookshelf before retreating on the sofa to read for the rest of the evening and night. Later that night Natasha came out of the room looking incredible tired. "Ohh, you're still awake." She said with fake surprise that you didn't notice. She didn't want you to know that she still heard you turning the pages of your book. "It's a great book." Was all the information you gave her. She saw right through you thought, how could she not, she was a trained spy after all. "Can't sleep?" You sighed and let your guard down. "Bad case of insomnia. What about you?" Her eyebrows soften up. She knew how awful insomnia could get. "Nightmares." You drew in your feet to make space for her to sit. "I can't help but wonder if you're Hungarian or moved her for different reasons." You almost couldn't answer her after looking into her stunning eyes once again. This won't end well for you if you keep getting distracted by her. "I think my wall of postcards and my great range of only english books on my shelf gives away that I am in fact not Hungarian. You're also not from here nor are you completely english, so which nationality are you?" Natasha was split into two, one half of her wanted to be tell you as little as possible, the other half wanted to be open with you since she felt a strange connection with you. You saw the struggle on her face so you were about to change the topic when she answered the question. "I'm from Russia." As far as she knew. "I'm assuming your partner is from there too?" She was taken aback, she somehow interpreted you saying "your partner" in a romantic sense and not as a companion. "M-my partner? That's my sister. I haven't had the time for romance yet." You couldn't believe that a stunning women like her was still single even with the whole no time thing. "For me it was always that you'll find romance when you expect it at least. So maybe it'll be soon for you even if you don't have the time yet." 

"My job is standing in the way. The last girl I dated accused me of being married with my job more than taking time for her." You see a longing in her eyes. Longing for somebody to love, for somebody to be hers. You knew the feeling of longing for somebody too well. The emptiness in your chest never leaves you alone. "What is your job?" She whispered the word Agent, as if she's embarrassed about it. You didn't know that she only said the half truth. It was the truth that she once was an Agent but SHIELD fell two years ago, on top of that she just wasn't one anymore once she joined the avengers. "She should try dating a CEO, then she'd know what it means to be married to the job." You snorted. "That would be hard since there are not enough queer woman in a ceo position for her to date." You nodded in agreement. "There are not enough queer women in general for my taste." 

"So.. what's your taste in women? What is your type?" How badly you wanted to tell her that she was your type but you shook your head instead and told her you got no type. Your were awful at flirting so you don't even start with her. She of course picked up on the lack of your flirting, it was disappointing but she hoped it was only a bit oblivious for you.  "Listen, I honestly think that I don't have a type but I can be really picky at times. Maybe that's the main reason why I struggle to find love." To make the conversation a bit lighter again Natasha teased you with your own words. "Like you told me, love will come when you least expect it. Don't worry your pretty little mind about it." 

"Do you have a favorite color?" The other women was stunned, nobody ever dared to ask her such a simple question. Since she never had to answer the question, she genuinely had to think about it. "Though I like black and red I honestly think that my favorite color is green. What is yours?" Green. Like her beautiful green eyes. You wondered if that was a coincidence or not. "It changes between grey, purple and narancssárga." It took you a second to realize that you said the last color in hungarian. "Oh wait, what's it called in english? Uhh wait a second. I got it in-" Natasha smiled at your struggle to keep simple words in any language. "Could it be orange?" She asked you, thinking about how that word reminder her of the spanish translation. A smile made its way on your face. "Yes, thank you! I want to add that orange is kinda my favorite color recently." 

Natasha noticed that since she saw a couple of orange things laying around in your room."I saw an orange hoodie in your room. I have to say it seemed very comfy." Your eyes lit up at the mention of your absolutely favorite hoodie. "Ohh yes it is. I honestly can't wait for autumn to come. Hoodie season is one of my favorites." 

"Speaking of autumn, it's great for a Pumpkin Spice Latte, don't you think?" You shook your head. "Never tried it but still no thank you. I rather sit here with a normal coffee and a book than going to Starbucks for that seasonal drink. Starbucks is also fucking expensive!" The way she intently held her gaze on you made you a bit nervous. You weren't used to have attention on you like this and especially not from such an attractive women. The beat of your heart was beating faster with every second that went by where no words were said. The redhead bit her lip, your eyes were immediately staring at her action, the air got more tense when you looked back up into her eyes. But the moment was over the second you both heard Yelena's loud snores from your bedroom. Louder giggles broke out of you, soon followed by Natasha's soft giggles. After hearing her giggling something inside of you had the sudden urge to made her laugh. The sounds she made were just heaven to your  ears. 

You didn't know how to crack a joke around her so you just smiled at her. The silence between you two wasn't awkward but it still made you uncomfortable to a certain point. You searched in your mind for a good topic to talk about but nothing came up, you were frustrated with yourself so you looked away, your smile suddenly gone dry. Natasha didn't like one bit what just happened, she also did not know what the hell just happened. One second you were smiling at her and the next second you were like this small child hiding herself from the world. "What's your favorite animal?" She knew from previous conversations with the Avengers that talking about animal will always lift up anyone. "What?" You were so in your head that you got confused why she'd bring up animals out of nowhere before you realized that you two were asking questions not long ago. "Oh umm I think it's red pandas or red foxes." Her eyes were on you when you looked at her again. "So you have a thing with red beings huh? Does that mean I fall into that category too?" She teased you not expecting a retort back from you since you seemed so shy at her teasing. "A goddess like you is above them all." You were not sure where the confidence came from and you didn't think about it when you saw the face of women in front of you turned as red as her hair. For once Natasha was speechless and that happened rarely to her. 

"Anyways.. what is your favorite animal?" She was glad that you decided to speak up, she knew she didn't have it in her after being stunned by you like this. "I always wanted to have a black cat so I guess cats?" The conversation then turned into stuff about how you saw yourself in the future and which cities you guys wanted to still visit and other things that weren't deep talk. Around 3:30 am Natasha decided to go back to sleep, she also saw that you finally got a bit sleepy and left you to try falling asleep. It took you another hour to finally fall asleep. 

The alarm clock on your phone woke you up at exactly 7am. As you walked from your living room through your bedroom to the bathroom you noticed that the two women were already gone. Sadness settled inside you like a brick, you were hoping to see Natasha one last time before you yourself had to go to work. After a shower, brushing your teeth and got dressed for work you walked into the kitchen and made yourself coffee. You were sipping the hot liquid as you walked around to gather your wallet, a bottle of water and some lunch you made the day before. It all went into your bag before grabbing your keys. But right there you noticed a postcard, one you bought only yesterday. You picked it up and turned it around. It looked like someone has written on it in a hurry. It made you smile nonetheless.

Dear Y/N, We had to leave early and in a hurry. I was hoping to say goodbye in person. Thank you for last night, I will cherish that memory forever. Also thank you for taking us in and hiding us without asking any questions. 

May we meet again. 

~ Natasha R.

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[dayas]

12 + brucas (maaaaybe)

12 ⧽. gently placing their jacket over the other’s shoulders when they get cold.

SO TRUE. I’ve never formally written for them before so this should be fun!

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Brooke Davis dressed for herself, not for the weather. And sure, maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to be wearing a super cute, super short, super sparkly mini skirt with her absolutely adorable equally sparkly tank top and fabulous open toed mules, but the occasion had called for it. Any party she went to, she would be the best dressed there. She had a reputation to uphold, and she would be damned before she let her picture perfect crown slip.

It was only a teeny tiny bit unfortunate that tonight was so windy and chilly, and that her car had decided not to start. Peyton hadn’t answered the phone when she called, and Brooke was entirely certain Nathan and Haley were very well occupied shoving their tongues down each other’s throats. That left only one option. Sighing, Brooke dialed the number she had long since memorized. He picked up on the first ring.

“Brooke?” came Lucas Scott’s voice through her phone.

“My car won’t start,” she said, “can you come get me?”

“I’ll bring the truck.” She gave him the address of the street she was parked on and hung up. Brooke rubbed her hands up and down her arms, shivering, praying for Lucas to hurry. Thankfully, it didn’t take him that long to get to her. It wasn’t fair — he looked great even like this, in a blue t-shirt, a jacket and jeans, hopping out of his car to rig hers up to the tow truck.

“Thanks for coming,” she managed through her chattering teeth when he finally approached her after his work was done.

“Brooke, you’re shaking,” Lucas noted, concern flooding his tone. She hated it. He didn’t have the right to be concerned over her, not after what he did. And yes, they were working their way back towards being friends, but she still had no idea whether she could trust him or not.

“I’m fine,” Brooke snapped, “you know me, I’ve got an ice cold heart anyways. This is totally normal Ice Queen behavior.”

Lucas stared at her for the space of five seconds. Then, slowly, carefully, he removed his jacket, placing it gently around her shoulders. Brooke didn’t say anything, just slipped her arms through the sleeves and held it closed in front of her, grateful for the warmth it provided.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

Lucas opened the passenger side door to the truck for her and Brooke climbed in. He got into the driver’s seat afterwards, and away they went. They drove in silence for a few minutes, and she pretended she didn’t see his eyes shifting from the road to her more often than they should have. That was how she knew he was going to ruin it.

“Brooke, I — ”

“Don’t. Don’t, Luke.”

He swallowed, ducking his head into a reserved nod. She wasn’t ready to hear what he had to say. She wasn’t sure she ever would be, not really. Or maybe she wasn’t sure she would be able to hold herself as she did, so cautious and careful with him. To continue their slow and steady pace instead of melting back into him and lighting herself on fire just to see his eyes glow in the lights of the crackling flames.

Brooke’s red door appeared far too slowly in her opinion, but she had always believed in the saying ‘Better late than never’.

“I’ll have your car fixed by tomorrow. No charge.”

Brooke frowned, “Lucas, you can’t do that. I’m not gonna make you work for free, and we both know I can pay for it.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

Well. He had her there. She shrugged.

“I’ll just make a donation to Keith and the shop, then.”

“Brooke —”

“It’s the least I can do.”

She cursed him and that stupid, addicting fond look in his eyes. God. Lucas made it too easy to want him again, which was exactly why she was hesitant to call him.

“Deal, then.” He offered her his hand. She shook it firmly, holding his gaze even when her grip softened and he kept her fingers in his.

“I should get inside,” Brooke said, finally, “We’ve got school tomorrow.”

Lucas nodded, releasing her at last.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.”

The breath shook in her throat when she inhaled. Before she had time to overthink it, Brooke leaned in and pressed a kiss against Lucas’s cheek.

“Goodnight, Luke,” she whispered. Then she was gone, out of the truck and disappearing behind the red door, wondering whether or not she would regret that in the morning.

[pockcock]

gift wrapper // jason newsted x reader 1.1

read it on ao3. content: detective!jason newsted. detective!reader. police!au. slow burn. warnings: other additional tags to be added. murder mystery. blood and gore. body horror. strangers to lovers. eventual smut. ptsd. gunshot wounds. plot armor. non-con elements. idiots in love. panic attacks. medical inaccuracies. inaccurate police procedures. thriller. mutual pining. the author has adhd.

January 31, 2011, Monday. 08:23 AM 

It was a cold but sunny Monday in Seattle.

You drove with your eyes on the lane, a song from the CD you mixed before hitting the road playing in your speakers, on your tongue, and your hands tapping out the rhythm on the wheel throughout Washington. The sun shone through the windshield, making you squint even through the lowered sun visor. You never expected Seattle to be this sunny on a cold winter day. You took your sunglasses sitting on the passenger seat and took a right turn.

You were a homicide detective, even if it was in a different state. You had concerns— everybody for the first couple of weeks, or months (maybe even years), could act like you were a rookie detective, regardless of your experience back in Boston. Even the person they were going to pair you up with. The jokes, pranks, and constant bullying were bound to happen. You hoped they weren’t as bad as the ones back in Boston.

You pulled over in front of the department, AC/DC wasn’t filling the space anymore. You looked around and listened for a while with your eyes closed. Seagulls, traffic, people, ships from a distance… So different from Boston . Everything felt almost the same, even the weather for fuck’s sake! I might as well have kept living there.

You grabbed a pack of Marlboro, a lighter from the glovebox and your jacket from the passenger seat sitting on top of a small box. You had filled it with your stuff; some files, a succulent, and a couple of pictures of your cat, thinking you might put them on your desk were they to give you one. You wore your jacket, felt the Boston PD badge sitting in your inner pocket, your gun in your hip, and put the cigarettes and the lighter in your left pocket before heading out. 

God , it was cold.

An officer escorted you down the hallway after you had introduced yourself to the front desk while unfamiliar faces observed you; some nosy, some curious, and some condescending. Not an unusual sight for a cop, especially a female one, feeling like a fish out of water really, but except this time, this wasn’t the first tank you were put in. So when you reached the lieutenant’s door, you turned around to look at them from your corner. 

It was their time to be observed.

He knocked and opened the door. “Lieutenant, it’s Detective Hunter from Boston PD.”

“Let her in.”

A pair of eyes found your figure when you walked in. Short, curly auburn hair he brushed back neatly, he had silver eyes with a blue hue. He was wearing a black sweatshirt that said Sepultura , and skinny black jeans. A big silver ring was decorating his right pinky finger and a digital watch on his left wrist. He had the demeanor of a cop yet you wondered if he was something else. Yet, you saw his gun on the right side of his hips and his unnecessarily thick back pocket. A regular wallet wouldn’t be this big without a badge. 

He was sitting with his elbows on his knees in front of a big desk with a man behind it. There were files and papers scattered on the desk that you assumed belonged to a murder. Some trophies, awards and medals behind him . The guy behind the desk gestured for you to sit on the chair in front of the desk. 

“Please sit.”

As you sat down, the curly-haired guy stood up and spoke. “Lou,” His voice was smooth, warm . He sounded shy yet so sure of himself, you wondered how he managed to speak with a tone like that. “Do you want me to leave?”

“You stay, Newsted.” Lou kept his eyes on you, Newsted sat back down. You figured you wouldn’t mind him staying here during the ‘welcome ceremony’. “Lieutenant Donovan,” he offered you his hand. “Donovan Beckett.”

“Detective Jason Newsted,” curly guy, too, offered his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

So, he was a detective.  

“Detective Perle Hunter,” you introduced yourself to both, shaking their hands. “Thank you for having me.”

Beckett smiled while opening one of the files in front of him. “Unusual spelling,” he spoke. You faintly saw your picture in the file. “Your resume doesn’t mention you speaking French.”

“Désolée,” you confessed with an awful accent, shaking your head. “My grandmother lived in France for eleven years. Hence the name.”

“It’s okay, we don’t need French in Seattle.” You forced a smile on his words. He leaned down toward the right side of the table, you heard a drawer opening and he rose back up with a golden badge and an ID card in his hand. “Here,” he glided them across the desk and you caught them. “You can return your previous ones to the front desk. They’ll take them to the county.”

You took the ID, it felt heavy in your hands, different. Seattle Police Dept , it said with your name, title, picture, and signature aside from other not-so-important details like the expiration date. You swiped your thumb over it before taking your wallet out to replace your Boston PD card with the new one. It felt odd. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”

Newsted sent a lopsided smile your way. “Welcome to Seattle PD.”

You returned his smile, and put your wallet back in its place. “Thanks.”

Beckett leaned back into his chair. “Did you find a place to live already?”

You felt Newsted’s gaze on you. Now, you did mind him staying here. “Yes, sir.” You avoided his eyes and kept yours on the Lou. “I, uh, found an apartment downtown. Not so far from the station.”

“Good, good.” He then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. When did you get here?”

“Saturday, sir.”

He shook a hand. “No need for formalities.” You smiled apologeticly and he continued. “I don’t wish to go hard on you after what you have been through–”

You interrupted. Maybe you could avoid the personal questions. “When can I start working on the case?” 

Rich laughs from both sides filled your ears. You forced a laugh as well.

“Eager, aren't you?” The laughs faded out and Beckett closed your file and took one of the pictures scattered around the desk. “Alright.” He showed the pictures of a woman’s head. “This is the girl we found today.”

You took the picture to inspect it further. The blonde woman had cloudy blue eyes and fair skin. Her eyes and mouth were open. Her head was sitting inside a pretty pink box next to an ID card and a slide phone. She was wrapped with a fuchsia, shiny ribbon, it was tied in a bow. Her makeup was done haphazardly, the person had no idea about what they were doing. Wrong shade of foundation, too much mascara, cheap blue eyeshadow, and red lipstick. Her long, curly hair was tied in a ponytail. 

The killer made the effort.

“Port Patrol found her this morning at dawn,” you heard Newsted’s voice. “The box was placed on a deck where the cameras have been broken for some time.”

“Patrol knew about the cameras?” you asked.

Newsted gave you an affirmative sound. “Ulrich knew a guy from Patrol and asked them to pay more attention there. Not a lot of boats on that deck.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Anyone can do anything.”

“And someone did during their shift change,” Beckett leaned forward on his elbows. “They said that the dock was fairly calm before they changed shifts. What do you think?”

“How many bodies have you found before this one?” An uncomfortable silence filled the room right as you spoke. You tore your eyes away from the picture to look at their surprised and concerned faces; brows furrowed and mouths gaped. “What?”

Beckett broke it. “We only found one .”

Newsted furrowed his brows. “Why, do you think there are other bodies?”

You looked at the lieutenant first and then Newsted. “Well,” a breathy, nervous laugh left your lips. “The pink ribbon with a bow, the box, the-the makeup,” you showed them the picture to emphasize your stuttering speech.

“Chopping her head, putting it in a box for the police to find it in a particular place at a particular time,” Newsted continued your words, turning his head towards Beckett. 

“Don’t you think it all looks so…” You were lost for words for a second. “Inconvenient and-and fancy for a one-time thing?”

Beckett remained silent. Newsted took another picture from the desk.

“Was the makeup done post-mortem?” You gave the picture back.

“We believe so but not confirmed yet. Hammett is still working on it.”

“What if it’s an ex-boyfriend situation?” Newsted asked. “Maybe he got crazy and butchered the poor girl. He could easily do this.”

“But then he wouldn't have left her phone and ID.”

He gave you the picture. “Maybe he wanted to humiliate her, or whatever. Maybe he wanted her to be known.” He then asked Beckett. “What do you think, Lou?”

Beckett didn't answer but directed his question to you. “Hunter?”

“I think this is the first of many,” you place the picture on the desk. “But Newsted could be right, we can’t be sure until we look further.”

The phone rang interrupting your speech. Lieutenant answered. “Yes?” A long pause before he finally said “Okay,” and hung up. “Ulrich needs you in the scene, Newsted.”

“What did he say?”

“They found some footprints. He wants you to take a look.” Beckett gathered the pictures and put them back in the file. “Take these,” he handed it to Newsted. “And take Hunter with you. Show her how to work a scene in Seattle.”

“Yes, Lou.” Newsted got up and pointed at the door with his head. “Let’s go.”

You rose from your chair, following your new partner’s steps. Just before you left the room, you heard Lou shouting your name. You stopped. “Yes, sir?”

He tossed your badge to you, you caught it midair. “Welcome to Seattle PD.”

a/n: Hello everyone! This is my first ever Metallica fic (and first ever multi-chapter fic in English), and I hope it won't be the last! This one will be a long, murder mystery featuring Load Era Jason 🥳🥳 I initially intended to have '86 Jason, but it didn't fit well with this fic :') I divided the first chapter into 6 after I realized 8k words would be a bit too much to read. I hope to have nailed the characterization of our boys. This was heavily inspired by the show "The Killing", I highly recommend that you watch it! A quick disclaimer: I'm not American, I have no idea how police procedures work there. I'm just an avid crime mystery show lover :') Please ignore any inaccuracies, I tried my best to research and find information. I also apologize for any grammar mistakes or anything that doesn't sound quite right. I'm not a native English speaker and I'm trying my best :') Enjoy! PS: I purposely gave the reader a name, I personally think "Y/N" looks a bit weird but if you don't like it please let me know so I can change it! Please leave constructive criticism so that I can improve! Thank you so much for reading <3

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