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plutos-w0rkshop · 1 month ago

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chap.2 - piss poor solutions

Word Count: 2.2k

Content Warnings: sexual innuendos [dialogue]

Credits: citation from unfinished lore [by me]

Austin let out a quiet whine, opening his eyes, his vision once again foggiest. What the hell..? What happened? He felt what seemed like someone pushing their shoe against his side. Not quite kicking but not not either.

"Sir. Sir, wake up," the stranger commented. Their voice was hard to hear over the blur though. Austin blinked a few times, before staring up at the anonymous, who was nonchalantly reciprocating the stare. "Hello? Are you deaf?"

"Who are you..?" he murmurs, still clearly not out of the psychological mist.

"That’s not important. Get off the fucking sidewalk." Well, he seems… interesting. Nice isn’t a good descriptor for his first impression. Austin groaned, before sitting up off of the cold, cracked concrete. He took a minute to recompose himself before attempting to stand, almost immediately falling into the stranger’s arms.

"Jesus christ," he grumbles, but are sure to catch him. "What is your issue?"

"Good question," he responds, straightening his posture and staying upright this time. He really didn’t know what happened, but he didn’t seem to be injured. Did he faint? He does that sometimes, maybe he hadn’t noticed. A sudden episode.

The unknown sighs in frustration, putting a hand over his… TV head? Oh, ok. So this is some sort of… freak town. Well, they looked… Uuh. Nice. Couldn’t be more far-fetched saying that though. Unable to control his urges, he reaches over and flicks one of his antennas, causing his eyes to widen and smack his hand away, taking a step back.

"Woah, woah!! Hands off, squeaky toy," he grumbles.

"…Excuse me? What did you just call me?" he questions, putting a hand on his chest. Prominently offended.

"A squeaky toy," he repeats as if he had no shame at all. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t. "Your voice is high pitched like a mouse, I couldn’t resist."

"Oh, you listen here—" Austin steps forward as if trying to start conflict, but to his surprise the TV headed man grabs him effortlessly, holding him still. He took a second to stare them dead in the eyes, his gaze locked on his crimson eyes. Until he abruptly lets go.

"Fuck, that was hot," he blurts out, eyes wide. "Do it again."

"What the fuck is WRONG with you??" he questions, his voice coming out as some breathy chuckle. As if he was shocked at him; he was playing a replica of a mental asylum patient in his digital eyes.

"A lot of things."

He sighs. "Anyways, back to the point. Do you need help or anything? You’re like a lost sheep in the woods," he compares, raising an eyebrow with narrowed eyes as he stares down at Austin.

"…Sure," pondering, he let out a hesitant response, his eyes closed in the slightest bit, staring at the TV head through his eyelashes.

He hummed before gently taking his hand in his, starting to walk. "Cmon," they added; he’d be borderline dragging them if they walked any faster. Maybe he just had a fast walking pace.

—

He had taken him to some sort of building. It looked like a house, so it was very likely—if not obviously—the stranger’s house. It seemed comfortable, even for the few seconds he’s been gazing. It wasn’t special or anything. Simply a rather small house away from the city. There was a roofed porch out front, with a cushioned chair in the corner. Overall, a welcoming house, with an out of place foreboding aura. Maybe that was him, though.

He let go of his hand. Luckily, too. He swore he felt himself getting uncirculated. To be fair… No, not fair. He was harsh, that wasn’t fair.

He was walking up his dark hardwood porch steps by now, while Austin just stood there like a dumbass. A clawed hand by him had reached out to grab the gold-tinted metal doorknob, until he realized.

"Are you dense?" he inquired, looking over his shoulder. "Get up here."

Embarrassed, he quickly rushed up the steps. He didn’t even know why he was just staring. He probably wouldn’t have stopped though. Just continued to stand, motionless, as if in a trance. His pale white gloved hand was idle on the smooth railing as he watched the TV man unlock his house.

He pushed the door open, signaling the person behind him to follow. He complies, lifting his hand from the surface and walking in. He was quickly greeted by dim gray walls and a polished hardwood floor. That’s nice.

The stranger started to talk but Austin’s thoughts quickly drained his volume. He starts to stumble away, his movement correlating his instinctive curiosity. The singer was quickly stopped though, a tight hand grabbing onto the back of his shirt.

"Stay." One word. Well that’s fucking rude. But he didn’t really have any reason to continue, so he understood his demand, his compliance facilitating the TV man’s ideal. He sibilated, tugging on his shirt tightly as to reel him back in, before letting go once again. Wait..

"…Are those wings not there anymore?" he questions him.

"No? What wings," he responded, confused. Did he just take a crazy person with him?

Austin was silent for a moment. "Nevermind, it’s nothing."

"…Oookay," he says, his tone teetering between unremarkable and completely fucking weirded out. Which, he was both. "Anyways, come, follow."

Austin followed once again, but rather messing with his gloves this time. A neutral, natural fidget for him. Almost a hobby. Staring as the still stranger opened the door to a room upstairs. It revealed a simple bedroom, presumably the guest. "Stay as long as you’d like. Just while you adjust, I don’t care. Don’t bug me though… Although I wouldn’t be surprised." He snickers to himself at his joke, as if he were the funniest man in the world.

"…Huh? Okay?" he walked in, until freezing right in his tracks. Holy fuck. Why does he… I.. WHAT THE FUCK.

He stares at the frozen person, a deadpan expression on their face. "..What? It’s yourself. Are you scared of yourself?" Another not-so-suppressed laugh.

"WHY AM I WHITE!?" He yelps.

"…What? Are you-.." Pause. He probably shouldn’t say that.

"WHY THE FUCK DO I LOOK LIKE A Q-TIP!?" Ok, now that made the TV man loose it. He lets out a loud laugh, crossing his arms over his stomach. The shocked person glares back at him, looking like 50 different emotions at once.

He breathes heavily, attempting to relax himself. Holy SHIT, that was funny. "You’re—" pant. "You look f-fine!!" he weakly says, his voice strained from hilarity.

"I-I THOUGHT EVERYBODY ELSE WAS A FREAK!! WHY ME!?" He whines, until his expression drops from the hysterics, eyeing himself more properly now. "…I mean.. I’d still fuck mys—"

"Don’t you dare fucking finish that sentence."

—

He was all settled down now. He was eventually calmed down from the negative high. It wasn’t so bad. Still pretty… He had learned a few things about the stranger too. Apparently his name was Vox. Interesting name. He would definitely laugh about that for a bit, though.

He was in the guest room bed, sitting idly with his back against the headboard. This was pretty comfy… He was a bit fatigued, as well. Not surprisingly though, he wouldn’t be able to rest. He must have something wrong with him. Sleep was always entrancing to him, yet it could never be grasped by his very hands. Unfortunately. At most 5 hours; if he was lucky 6.

He missed his violin. He would commonly play it whenever he couldn’t sleep, but he must have lost it back on Earth, since apparently he was in Hell. Damned to this inferior dimension, how delightful. Pfft, yeah right. This was bullshit.

Mind running with useless thoughts, he pulled the covers back down and gently swung his legs over the bed, letting them free on the side of the mattress. He slid off of it, before walking out of the room. Although Vox had requested not to be disturbed, Austin truly was bored. He wanted something to do.

He eventually spotted him in the living room, staring at the television set he had. He was sipping a cup of something when he had seen the aphid, giving a mildly foreboding side glance. "Yes?"

"I was wondering, do you-.. Have something I could do? Like a violin I could pl-" he was cut off.

"No. Leave me be, I said." He seemed upset about something.

Austin seemed once again offended by that, but brushed it off. "Please? I’m bored out of my mind."

"Go do whatever whores like you do, I don’t know." He takes another sip from his halfway full cup.

"Wh- I am NOT a whore!!" he pouts, crossing his arms.

"Sure. And I don’t have red eyes," he teased, not taking his eyes off of the TV in front of him. Austin goes to talk again, but eventually walks off, a frown on his face. What was he supposed to do?

He walked back up to the room, his footsteps mildly heavy. Would he have to lay in his own thoughts, drowning like a pirate on a boat caught in a revenging boat? Sigh.

He climbed back into the guest bed, pulling the covers up to him. He longed to go back to the time when he and his brother would peacefully relax by the basement radio, not a word to be spoken. Where he even was, he was unsure of. Was he in Heaven? Was he in Hell? Who knows.

He missed him. He missed him bad.

The thoughts of nostalgia and reflection seemed to be an operative on his emotions, the theoretical strings on his tainted heart being tugged at. He felt his eyes fill up with tears, but he refused to let them drop.

His back faced the door. He was watching the inanimate wall, vision wobbly from his distressed reaction. Intending to just boil it all up, even if he was alone. Only the cowardly cry. He wasn’t a coward.

He couldn’t help but think of the first time they had, though.

The quiet noise of the audio arises, just barely loud enough to reach their ears. They just sit there and listen for a second, before Casmir looks back over at Austin, his stare falling off of the radio. "Can I pick you up?" he asks, not wanting to make Austin uncomfortable. He looks up at him once again, before smiling. "Yea.."

With that, Casmir gently grabs him and props him up onto his lap, being sure to keep Vinny close to him. The two just continue to listen to the radio, in silence. Austin lets out a little yawn, before resting his head against Casmir’s chest.

Continuing to ponder on the old days, Austin didn’t realize he was beginning to let tears escape, the lukewarm temperature droplets falling and staining his soft face.

Before long he was fully crying, but still on alert to be quiet. He had a hand clamped over his mouth, causing his strangled sobs to echo off of his hand and back onto him. Tears were streaming down his face, his eyes likely puffy by now.

Fuck, he hated crying so much. It was good to let out emotions every once in a while, but according to how high up he holds himself to expectations, it was comparable to a federal crime.

He buried his face into his shirt, tears staining his undergarments. He was wrapped into a ball in attempt to comfort himself, to no avail.

He missed Casmir.

It had been over 12 years, why did it still hurt so fucking bad..? Maybe it was because he was the first person he had ever trusted. Felt protected by.

If only he had any of his personal belongings. Something to comfort him. But no, he just had to kill himself. These were consequences to his own actions, and he really wasn’t liking them. He had nothing now; nobody to rely on, nothing to carry around and be comforted by… no way to feel safe.

He lets out a whimper, biting his lower lip as well as he tries to quiet his angsty tainted volume. The last thing he wanted was Vox, or honestly anybody coming in and deeming him vulnerable and in need of help. He didn’t like help; he didn’t need it.

His sobbing session was starting to calm now as he hugged his stomach, arms wrapped around his body. He had a heightened breathing pace with the occasional hitch, but he was significantly calming. He exerted his emotions, not really relaxing himself, but more so suppressing how he felt.

At least he had a chance of sleeping now. He regularly found it smoothly easier to get proper rest after doing things such as crying.

He let out a shaking sigh, before shifting in the bed and pulling the blanket up to his mid face. His body strayed away from tense as he relaxed. Continuing to stare at the wall as his eyelids started to get heavy. He let out a mild groan, before he actually began to doze off.

He felt his body relax as everything started to go dark and blurry, tugging on the black comforter ever so slightly. The space between awareness and unconscious appeared to be semipermanent for him, until his grasp on being awake slowly slipped, and he fell asleep.

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@roach-master / @throat0fdelusion

#A Gunslinger & A Conman #Hazbin hotel OC #Hazbin hotel Vox #oc x canon #Austin Santiago #fanfic #hazbin fanfic #original character #hazbin hotel #oc fanfiction #hazbin oc

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evanescentjasmine · 4 months ago

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😈, 🤩, and Daniil for 🧠for the emoji ask game!

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

lmao define playful.

I'm guessing killing Stakh wouldn't count? Or having that one kid in the Isolation Ward have his daemon be a snake for the extra pain feels and then bringing back those raisins later? No, that's probably just mean. Hmmmmmm.

Actually, you know what? Distortion!Gerry giving Jon a big old goodbye smooch in my tma dimension-hopping fic, runaway scars. It was a playful meanness on his part, because Distortion!Gerry is, as with every Distortion we met in canon, not on our side and had been manipulating Jon subtly and playing on their closeness the whole time. It was also a playful meanness on my part as well as a nod to my readers who'd started eyeing them as a potential ship - alas, I wasn't pursuing that, but it was a sort of, "I see you and you're valid and Gerry also ships it in his own way, here's a terrible kiss for the road," kind of thing, you know?

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Chatty, mind going mile-a-minute Asclepius in genius loci is always fun, although I won't get to write him for a hot second. I also really quite liked writing Oliver Banks' anxiety loops in youth dipped in folly. But right now, man, I'm having a blast writing Hua Cheng in my very, very many TGCF wips. He's very fun as a gremlin child plotting his revenge on the world, doubly so when he's a little shit sullen overconfident teenager, and as an all-powerful 800-year-old terrifying Ghost King who nonetheless has no idea what to do with affection from his God (and also the guy he's been pining after for those 800 years), he's hilarious. I think it's because he's so intense and made of extremes? But also, admittedly, one of the wips is a second person one that's deep into his head and I fucking love writing in second person, so that might have something to do with it.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

This headcanon is genius loci specific, because I can sometimes decide that a different headcanon is more fun in another fic, but I like to think of Daniil as a middle child and only boy among a gaggle of sisters that he is, or was, fairly close to. Something about how he vibes so well with the Town's prominent ladies (Eva, Yulia, his P1 dynamic with Lara) and also how cattily he can reply to Anna without missing a step gives me big "oh he's used to being bullied by women" feels. At least one of those sisters also has small children that he's sort of vaguely dealt with before, enough so that he knows it's better to kneel to their height to talk to them and is gentle with the Teensies and Tots. I don't know if he'd ever do the P1 and call them Pumpkin, but he's certainly capable of being Uncle Bachelor when the occasion calls for it.

Idk, it's fun to think of him, who's often so solitary, as part of a large family and comfortable in his place in it, even if he has his various issues with his father. But, more relevant to genius loci, I especially like him having a large family back home because that gives him more to lose, after. :) I have a whole scene in my head about it that I can't wait to sink my teeth into.

#ask game #ty jupiter!

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reelvibes91 · 6 months ago

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A Man in Full: A Melodrama without a Punch

An incredible ensemble can sometimes only do so much to carry a show. A Man in Full suffers from this very issue. It has a few notable names sprinkled into a sprawling narrative that should have been the perfect recipe for success.

Led by names such as Jeff Daniels, Diane Lane, and Lucy Liu, A Man in Full tries desperately to capture the eccentric side of business. It also adds in a few social justice issues and hot-button politics to no avail. While I did like the actors enough to watch all the way through the show, it has a few bright moments followed by very many head scratching moments.

Daniels stars as real estate mogul Charlie Croker who is in debt with several banks to the tune of a billion dollars. Charlie will do absolutely anything to hold onto his fortune. That sounds like a marketable premise and an easy to sell plot.

What the show ends up giving us is over the top dialogue about dying alone. This show features about 10 prominent characters, and 8 of them are despicable human beings who have zero character devolopment through out. Croker is for lack of a better term an asshole who tries to masquerade as a better man than he is. Yet every action he takes shows absolutely no reason to want him to succeed or see him fail. There is no reason to care about what happens to Charlie because his fate is revealed in the firest 10 seconds of the series. Sorry if that seems like a spoiler but it absolutely is not. The show does not hide what is about to unfold.

The journey of the show was supposed to be Charlie and his descent into chaos and destruction. He was always like this, though, and the show has no backbone because this is just a douchey character doing douchey things.

The final 15 minutes of the final episode is absolute insanity and was just laughable in terms of how it played it. The idea was that people get what is coming to them, but yet that was not even what we ended up getting. This show lacked a direction. Most of the storylines, aside from one, had zero resolution. This was just a series where bad people did "shocking" things, yet none of them felt shocking at all.

This was a series leading into viewing that I had very high hopes for. Daniels has proven to be compelling in the past. He is good here, but the writing inevitably fails his talents. It is a shame because there were elements to this story that could have made for amazing viewing. Yet this show chose the route it did, and here I stand, having watched all 6 episodes and felt very little. That is a shame.

#a man in full #Netflix #Jeff Daniels #Diane Lane #lucy liu #Original Series #Miniseries

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blkkizzat · 8 months ago

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Indian reader is back here again AHSJDH I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE 🙏🙏🙏 honestly reading your post made me hungry send help

I am SO glad you enjoyed your trip here, I love it when people learn about each other's cultures it literally makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!!! I love how detailed your posts about the trip were and I really appreciate you sharing it with us <33

You knowing your tourist guide's whole story with the pharmacist to history lover is so real 😭 some people be having the wildest career paths especially the ones who've been at it for a long time and you somehow get to know their whole story in the span of 20 minutes

Personally I think summer in the US feels worse bc ceiling fans and all around ventilation isn't very common there from what I've seen and heard, while winters in India are worse for the most part since electrical heating and room temperature control isn't common here outside of the cities (inbuilt room temp control isn't a concept here at all currently, I've only ever seen it in hotels)

This was probably the best time for you to visit india cause peak summer temperatures haven't even started yet and you were already dying from the heat (me too dw)

And trust when I say you're not the only one struggling to cross the streets not all of us are built for this do or die type of shit 💔💔💔 (though I'll have to build up that confidence since you know. I live here. Don't exactly have a choice 🤡)

PS I'm going to be craving a restaurant thaali for the rest of the day bc of the pics

Omfg no please write me anytime!! <33

Awe thank you! I def love sharing my experiences! I love traveling and will def have to come back. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it cause i tend to ramble on about stuff! Yes! Another tour guide we had in Jaipur used to be a laywer. He was so knowledgeable too, he was with us all day and took us a few different places. It was fun learning about them. One thing I definitely took back from that and was inspired by was seeing people leaving "socially prominent" or high status jobs for something they loved. Seeing as I went as apart of my MBA program it was an unexpected but great reality check that sure we are all in this program to progress our careers but we really need to keep self-fulfillment and happiness in mind. Whats money or status if you are miserable? Like they had us eating out of the palm of their hand with how much passion they had for what they did and it really inspired me to find that in my own life!

Omfg yeah, it really depends on where you are. The sun feels a bit more intense in India because we were closer to the equator than in the US but the heat in India I experienced at 100 degrees F was a walk in the park compared to the time I stupidly went to las vegas in August and it was nearly 120 degrees F. Also where I live summers have been getting hotter and hotter so people arent equipped for heat waves. I've always had AC cause I have really furry dogs who need to stay cool though so thankfully ive been prepared. Also winters can be an issue here too, Texas been getting ice storms and blizzards in the past few years and as a hot area are completely unequipped. Even in places that are used to cold like NYC, when I lived there I moved into a new building paid a stupid high rent to live in a box that had central AC but was poorly insulated so I had to buy like the shiny foil insulating sheets to put over my window in the winter or I felt like the wind was passing right through.

Haha thankfully I was always in busy areas cause me and my friends when we werent with our guide would always just wait until we saw someone else who was clearly Indian cross the street and cross with them lmfao. We probably looked so stupid standing and waiting there lmfao but we never waited more than 5 mins thankfully LOL. Its funny cause looking back I've had friends here in the US scared to "jaywalk" with like one car coming thats practically crawling down the block and in India you have people boldly stopping speeding cars to cross LOL. I just imagine how funny we must look scared to cross with one car wayyyyyyy down the block coming, even I'm laughing at us.

I hope you get some resturant thaali soon! I'm definitely going to be craving it soon too. I know the next time I eat Indian food it ain't going to hit the same AT ALL lmfao.

#lovely anons #kizzatanswers

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britedental02 · 1 year ago

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How to Care for Your White Fillings: Tips for Long-lasting Dental Health

Although the counterpart of white fillings is still very prominent in the cosmetic dentistry industry, white fillings offer a more natural look than amalgam fillings. Tooth coloured materials are more suitable than amalgam fillings and offer a more robust finish. There are two kinds of this filling: the composite resin, and ceramic. The former replicates tooth-coloured paste, which is then applied by layers on the tooth then carefully shaped to the sculpt of the tooth, it is then hardened with a special light. The composite resin is appropriate for correcting small tooth blemishes and is done in a single appointment. The latter would require an additional appointment and is similarly fitted to a dental crown. The ceramic variant comes with a more detailed process where the filling is created in a laboratory. This article aims to focus on how to care for your white fillings to ensure that they last for extended periods.

Caring for Your Fillings

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lejaybleu · 2 years ago

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the fuck is this blog

wow i'm so glad you asked!

i've spent a longggg ass time on this site (long enough i can't say how long exactly in case you know how to subtract. whoops.) and haven't made a proper intro post for the whole duration. this is it! this is the one. have fun reading this? i guess?

basics

i'm kind of a fandom blog, kinda not? i mostly reblog and don't post original stuff often, but i do occasionally, and that stuff is either just my thoughts or sometimes fandom content. i am part of many, many different fandoms, so if you came here for one thing, expect to see other stuff too! also, i do engage in discourse and post politics. i do understand that some people come here to escape the world we live in, and that is 100% valid, but as an 18 year old american student with not much income to speak of, engaging in civil discourse online is one of the ways i stay politically active since that's accessible to me. if that bothers you, this probably isn't the blog for you!

triggers, tone indicators and nsfw

i'm not going to share my triggers for my own personal safety, and also because they are the kind of thing that get tagged for being fucked up anyways. i am totally willing to tag for triggers myself (i usually use "// [thing]" as a trigger tag, so if you don't have that blocked for the trigger in question, do that!), and usually i remember to tag common triggers. if you have a less common/more general trigger or just one you've seen me not tag for, PLEASE feel free to dm me/send me an ask and i will absolutely start tagging that for you! if you're an existing follower and i post things with your trigger without tagging for it and you'd like me to start tagging, please also feel free to let me know. i'm trying to become better about tagging for triggers and i understand it's important, so just reach out if you have any concerns in that department.

as for tone indicators/tone tags, i sometimes use them and i sometimes don't. if you'd like me to use them more or for specific things, just shoot me a dm or an ask, but know that i am often very forgetful when it comes to tone tags specifically so i can't guarantee anything

i do sometimes reblog nsfw content. i always tag for it- if you have "nsfw"/"// nsfw" blocked you should be all good if that's not stuff you wanna see- but please take this into account before following me and follow at your own discretion. you have been warned

politics

i am a queer radical leftist and a trans-inclusive feminist!! i am primarily a socialist, but anarchocommunism is neat too. i believe all people are people and are deserving of respect, resources they need to live, and resources they need to be happy. i'm pro-choice, pro-bodily autonomy in general for all people (including disabled folks), pro-queer, pro-trans, pro-woman, pro-inclusion and pro-respectful dialogue. i am anti-capitalism, anti-language/label policing, anti-generalization of any group of people, anti-exclusion, anti-racism, anti-sexism, anti-bigotry, and anti-reactionism. i want to be clear i am not anti people- i do my best to respect everyone regardless of their views, but while i respect every individual, i believe i have no obligation to respect every individual's/group's beliefs.

as for the very prominent discourse on tumblr about shipping fictional characters, i think it's really fucking stupid that people feel so strongly about others finding solace in imagining certain fictional characters kissing or fucking or whatever. if you are one of these people: go outside, touch grass, and funnel that anger into issues that actually affect people's real lives (e.g. reproductive rights being taken away, the policing system, the healthcare system... stuff like that.)

also, please be aware these are my views NOW, as of the date on this post. as i've said i've been on this website for a hot minute and my views have shifted and changed over that time period, so if you find something from like 2019 that totally contradicts what i've said here, that is why.

dni

i don't believe in not interacting with people purely based on their beliefs or random characteristics about them (this is a personal thing. i don't think there's anything morally bad about having a dni) if you are capable of having a civil dialogue and respecting me and my identity, i'm happy to have a good faith discussion about pretty much anything, no matter what your views are. that being said, if you are not in fact capable of that, please leave me alone thanks. also if i fall into your dni, do yourself a favor and don't interact with me

fandoms

if it has a * next to it, i used to be into it and am not really now

life is strange

miraculous ladybug*

voltron: legendary defender*

dream smp/new mcyts*

heartstopper

killing eve

young royals

stitchers

shadowhunters*

winx club

andi mack*

glee*

the arcana

detroit: become human

buzzfeed unsolved/watcher

unus annus

the stormlight archives

heathers (the musical)

dear evan hansen (the musical)*

be more chill (the musical)

a lot of broadway and off-broadway musicals to be honest

personal stuff

if you've read my bio, you already know the drill: i'm jay, i'm a bi trans dykeboy, i'm 18 and i'm south asian american. i'm currently a full time university student double majoring in neuroscience and theatre design (feel free to send me asks about either i will go crazy). in my free time i sing, play guitar, write (or stare at blank google docs for hours), and hang out with cats. i don't exactly know what i want to do other than parenting. i have adhd and that makes life sucky sometimes but it's also very much a vital part of who i am (for me personally). otherrr than that, i can't think of anything, but if you wanna know something my asks are always open! i will not share identifying information though for obvious reasons.

so yeah that's me! if there's anything i forgot just let me know. thanks for reading :)

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neighbour next door (javier peña x reader)

neighbour next door (javier peña/female reader nsfw)

⤍ javier peña x f!reader

summary ⤍ having a major crush on your hot, older neighbour is a bigger issue to you and your dating life than you’d originally thought. pairing ⤍ javier peña / female reader. wordcount: 9,746k warnings ⤍ neighbours to lovers. smutty ending. a/n ⤍ so first! the location is never disclosed, so you can imagine this taking place in either the us or colombia. I didn’t specify a certain year this is based in, but I imagine early 2000s. second - reader’s age isn’t specified either but she’s definitely of age but younger than javi. this might be ooc but I tried my very best. third - the book that’s mentioned is entirely fictional, just needed to name it something stupid. fourth - any and all feedback is welcome, just go easy on me since I haven’t written anything solid in a long time. this is also crossposted on my ao3. happy reading everyone! ♡

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smut warnings ⤍ kissing, fingering, dirty talk, protected sex (piv), f riding m, missionary, multiple orgasms.

⤍ neighbour next door

I slammed the door to the washing machine closed, wincing at the sound as it echoed in the empty laundromat. It gave a little resistance but I managed to close it with a small shove before I pressed a few buttons to get it started.

The familiar rumbling began and I straightened my posture, nodding in satisfaction to myself before turning around to gather my book and earbuds I’d placed on top of the washer. I flattened my hands on the table and hauled myself up, sighing as I settled myself for a fourty minute wait.

It hadn’t been a great day for me, starting with oversleeping and that had put me behind on my schedule to get everything done. Being a bartender and working nights never gave me enough time to do - what was supposed to be - my daily chores. I would pass out at the crack of dawn and wake up late in the evening, giving me enough time to stuff my face with whatever leftovers I could find in the refrigerator and have a quick impromptu shower before I was heading in for work again. It sounded tiring but I’d done it long enough for me to get used to it; Body and mind.

For a while it was just the rumbling of tumble dryers and washing machines, with me occasionally taking a swig of my water bottle to combat the sweltering heat as I read from the paperback my colleague had borrowed me. I shouldn’t have been as into the book as I was but I couldn’t help it, finding the choice of words immensely amusing and strangely intriguing.

It ha started out as a joke at work, where my colleagues had been talking about the Mad Lust trilogy and I’d done my best to ignore their conversations for three shifts before I got too intrigued, mostly because I generally was a curious person and also because it sounded saucy enough for me to maybe enjoy. It had to be good enough because it was all anyone ever talked about nowadays.

A distinct slamming of a door had me jumping as it penetrated the sound of the music coming from my earbuds, prompting me to look up and immediately freeze at the sight in front of me. Because walking inside with a laundry basket underneath a muscular arm was my incredibly, annoyingly hot neighbour. He looked lost in his own world, a wrinkle between his eyebrows that was all too familiar as he scanned the multiple washing machines and I forced myself to go back to reading my book, eyes shifting every now and then to watch him, waiting for him to notice me and steeling myself for the interesting conversation that was to come. For now, I continued to follow him with my eyes, taking his broad shoulders and prominent jawline. He didn’t seem to notice that I was sitting on top of the table until he was a few meters away from me, bushy eyebrows shooting up as he finally caught sight of me.

“Hey!” Was what came out of his mouth and I tilted my head upwards to give him a nod in acknowledgement as he continued in a lower voice. “Fancy seeing you here, neighbour.”

Okay, so maybe I had a thing for his ridiculously hot body and his striking eyes but it wasn’t my fault that he was so stupidly attractive that it almost made me automatically drop to my knees. I’d bumped into plenty of men, from average looking to models and that was natural considering my work but there was something about Javier that just left me feeling hot around the collar. Or between my legs. Whatever.

If I gave it enough thought, it’d probably come down to how he was a lot older than I was. How he would command any room he walked into, and maybe it was natural considering he was a DEA agent and people generally knew who he was. Or they knew of him, rather.

He placed his basket of dirty laundry on top of a washer next to the one I’d claimed, ripping his earbuds out of his ears by the cord and piling them along with his phone next to the basket. I let my eyes drift from the muscular calves, eyebrows rising on my forehead as I peeked at the curve of his ass underneath the denim shorts he was wearing. His arms looked downright sinful as usual as they strained from his movements and I wondered if it was possible for a human to look as good as he did. There was just something incredibly hot about him. Something feral, almost.

I was lost in my thoughts, eyes tracking Javier’s movements as I swung my legs back and forth in a gentle, subconscious fashion. The motion had me feeling sleepy and I brought a hand up to cover my mouth as I yawned. It was at that second that the agent decided to look up, catching my eyes and making my heart pound extra hard.

“Rough night?” He asked casually and I hummed.

“Yeah, the club has been hectic these past few nights.” I grimaced as I recalled my boss announcing what the theme of the night would be.

We had them every Friday and they were always a nightmare. Mostly because my boss would take advantage of owning the town’s most popular strip club and the club would be absolutely packed with all kinds of people. That usually meant stereotypical themes with minimal clothing and zero shame as I tried to collect as much tips as I could. It was good money, but something about it felt very dirty. Maybe it was the amount of sleazy men who’d lean too close over the bar and try to get their hands on me.

Javier grunted in acknowledgement, “Theme night?”

I raised my eyebrows, not expecting him to hit the nail on the head with his guess and he apparently read the expression on my face because he laughed.

“Friday night’s are theme nights and I heard you come in last night at five in the morning. Why do you look surprised?”

It made me grimace, going back in my head to process what he’d just admitted to. There wasn’t a soul in town who didn’t know that Javier Peña was a ladies man, he’d bedded enough women to earn that title fair and square. The first time we met, he’d been half drunk at the club and surrounded by his agent buddies. He’d been charming and truth be told, he’d made me laugh with his wit and cheesy jokes as he tried to maybe literally, charm my panties off. Maybe he’d - amidst his drunken haze - mistake me for a stripper who sold more than drinks at the club, but he hadn’t left my side until his partner had pulled him away at the end of the night.

Two days later, I’d moved into his apartment complex - next door even. Nothing had amused me more than watching the realization dawn on his face as he came out of his apartment and bumped into me.

It was hard not to get close to him after that, especially when he would invite himself over whenever the both of us were home, raiding my fridge for beer until he’d give up and drink a cup of whatever coffee I’d brewed. But that’s all it was, some invasive, neighbourly friendship.

“Okay, hold on.” I sat up a little straighter. “First of all, the eavesdropping is pretty creepy and honestly, you pay attention to the weirdest things.”

Javier was in the process of picking up a shirt from his basket to throw in the washer, but took a step back as his arms fell to his sides. His mouth dropped open in a sinful O and it took everything in me to not look at the tempting shape of it, straining to keep my eyes on his as they widened in mock offense.

“Cariño, these walls are paper thin. And paying attention to details is how I’m the best at my job.” The small tug of a smile on his lips was mesmerising.

“The best.” I mused, raising my eyebrows in slight disbelief, breaking eye contact to stare literally anywhere else but his stupid, striking deepset eyes.

“You hate walking barefoot indoors because your feet are always cold. Which I know because you keep shoving those icicles underneath my ass every time we watch a film. And speaking of films, you have a weird habit of watching those that get bad reviews for some reason.”

My mouth had dropped open during his small rant and I ignored the tightness in my stomach as I looked him up and down. He was defiantly staring at me and I finally broke, a smile creeping onto my face as we looked at each other.

“You only know that last fact because I watch your movies. They’re all from the stone age.” I said and he rolled his eyes, turning back to his chores as I bit into my smiling lips.

So maybe he did pay attention. But that didn’t mean anything. He still wouldn’t go past the shameless flirting and bone me no matter how strong my signals were. I could probably show up naked at his front door and he’d still find a way to avoid me.

“So, what was the theme, then?” He asked, changing the subject so fast it almost gave me whiplash. “The 60′s? Disney characters? No wait, was it cops and prisoners? Because if it was and you didn’t dress as a sexy cop, then I’d be deeply offended.”

I laughed.

“It was cowboy themed. Hotpants, the skimpy non-existent tops and, of course the hat and boots.” I shrugged and then added as an after thought, “How can you make prisoners look sexy?”

He swore quietly, shaking his head with a peculiar expression on his face that for some reason made my toes curl.

I opened my mouth, fully prepared to ask him why he’d reacted the way he did but decided to shut my mouth and let it pass. Javier, on the other hand, had no intention of doing the same.

“You’d be surprised.” Javier mused. He sounded so serious that I grinned, making him smile in the process.

“I really do not wanna know.” I frowned in mock offense as Javier narrowed his eyes at me.

He didn’t speak beyond that, leaving me to my own thoughts as he went back to picking up his laundry to drop into the washing machine. I watched him work, eyes drifting over his arms and shoulders. His hair was messy, sticking up in different directions and his forehead was damp thanks to the heatwave we’d been surprised with today. It wasn’t often that I got to see him in in shorts. He usually donned the button ups and jeans even if it was a hundred degrees outside.

I yawned and Javier looked up just in time.

“No sleeping in today, then?”

“How can I when you’re so determined to keep everyone awake with your Pacho Benavides obsession?”

There was no real malice behind my words, and Javier recognised the teasing in my voice as he peered up at me from where he’d been busy plucking a dress shirt from his basket, smirk playing on his lips.

”Oh, and you’re the one to talk, sweetheart?” His smile turned sly as he continued before I could get a word in. “Even I’m starting to memorise Dirty Dancing thanks to your nightly binging.”

I suppressed a surprised laugh, mouth falling open as I willed myself not to look away from him when I felt heat creep up my neck.

Okay, so maybe I watched Dirty Dancing more than I’d like to admit but how could I not? What Baby and Johnny had was magical; Not to talk about the legendary final scene that turned me into a dreamy mush every time.

“So you’re basically admitting to eavesdropping on me again? You’ve got some balls.”

Javier’s previous amused smirk got replaced with a shit eating grin, pink lips stretching in a way that had me stupefied.

“My cojones are plenty big, thanks.” He grinned. “It’s quite difficult not to hear when our walls are juxtaposed, sweetheart. You tend to hear all kinds of... things.”

He trailed off, halting his process of shovelling workout clothes into the washer to glance at me. I refused to show any emotion on my face, even though my body was burning up from the inside at this point. It wasn’t enough that the mere sight of him made me want to climb him like a tree in the most embarrassing way possible, but when he had those enthralling eyes directed on me? It made me feel fifteen different emotions and I struggled to keep them at bay, afraid of showing too much.

I crossed my arms over my chest when his eyes trailed from my swinging legs to my torso, eyebrows twitching subtly as he finally settled for looking at my face instead of ogling me like a creep. A sexy creep.

Without another word, Javier went back to stuff the remaining articles of clothing before closing the washer like he hadn’t just made me burn up from the inside.

I watched his legs strain as he stood up from his hunched position, eyebrows scrunching together in concentration as he leaned forward to press a few buttons to start the machine up.

What did he even mean by that? Was that his way of throwing me off or his way of flirting with me? Fuck.

He was an attractive man, dear God he really was, and I’d heard him bring home a woman once or twice and sure, maybe it did make me burn with jealousy but I refused to be another notch in his bedpost. No matter how much we bantered and flirted. It was just a clever way of me getting rid of my sexual attraction to him without outright admitting it or complicating our already weird friendship. If you could even call it that.

“What are you even reading?” His intrigued voice almost made me jump and I zoned in my attention on him once again to find him eyeing the book beside me curiously.

My hands went to the cover automatically, spanning my fingers out to cover the dark front of it and stopping his snooping eyes from catching the title. It turned out to be a mistake though, when I saw his smile reappear; Pushing himself off the washer where he’d been leaning on it and walking toward me. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the wide U of his tank, showing off some magnificent pecs that had my mouth salivating just a little bit. Maybe I could put my mouth on it.. No. Absolutely not.

“What are you hiding, querida?” His voice was teasing and I held back a laugh, opting to glare at him instead.

“Have you ever heard of privacy?” I asked.

He stopped in front of me, so close I could smell his cologne and it made me feel woozy. Or maybe that was all the blood in my body rushing South.

A laugh escaped his lips, mouth forming my first and last name in a scandalised tone as his eyes glanced from the book beneath my palm and up to my face; A shine in them as he finally got a good look at what I was reading.

“You’re reading erotica?” He wagged his eyebrows in a way that almost made me giggle. Almost. “Mad Lust. You’re dirty, who knew?”

That got a laugh out of me. I pressed my lips together and ignored the zip of heat through my body when his eyes caught the motion.

“Apparently you do,” I leaned back casually. “Eavesdropper.”

He didn’t reply but the raised eyebrows and the lower lip caught between his teeth as he struggled to keep his smile at bay was answer enough. It pleased me, to physically see how much I affected him. Whether it was with a smile, laugh, a glint in his marvellous eyes or the raspy, low tone he always used whenever he’d try to charm the hell out of me.

“Stop smiling at me like that or I’ll have to do something about it.” He said and I almost let the gasp slip from my lips, catching it at the last second.

His eyes dropped from where they held mine, lips in a straight line as he glanced down at my tensed thighs. My heart sped up when I realised I’d rubbed my thighs together subconsciously, as a way to relieve myself of the sudden ache I was feeling between my legs. And he’d seen it all. Oh, God.

The beating of my heart could surely be heard from way down the street, and I suddenly struggled to keep my composure when he was watching me so closely. There was a debate in his eyes, that much was clear as he continued to look at me.

In an effort to easy my nerves, I sat up straighter and glanced at my washing machine. Twenty minutes. That’s how long I had to sit and endure his shameless staring before I could escape it and take cover behind my closed apartment door.

Javier casually placed a hand on one side of my thighs to support a little weight on the table, effectively half-caging in me as he leaned forward enough to catch my eyes in a stare.

“Learned any new moves?” He asked and I was so intrigued by the way his mouth moved that I missed the question entirely.

“Huh?” Was what came out of my mouth, and I couldn’t have sounded more breathless than I did at that moment.

Javier picked up my copy of the book with his other hand to wave it in my line of sight, and I laughed; Refraining myself from slapping my forehead at my stupidity. Maybe if I did, I could slap some sense into me.

“Is there an upside to reading this filth?” His voice sounded low, and it took everything in me to not lean forward and nip at his lower lip.

“I learned a thing or two.” I replied slowly, giving him a smile when his eyes met mine.

He looked positively intrigued by my revelation and I knew he’d try his hardest to get some further answers. I hadn’t learnt anything I didn’t already know, though. The novel was a mess and not as hardcore as I’d expected when I’d first heard of it. But what was a little white lie if it meant Javier Peña would look at me like I’d just asked him if I could suck his dick? The expression on his face was intoxicating.

“Oh?” His bushy eyebrows rose, hiding themselves beneath his long hair plastered on his forehead.

I watched them disappear and before I could think twice about it, I reached up to swipe at his bangs to see his face clearer. As if I couldn’t already see it from how close he was leaning into me.

Something in his eyes changed then and he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth before releasing it.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, amor.”

“I don’t think I am, Javi.” The nickname fell from my mouth naturally and the man in question hummed low in his throat as his eyes finally zeroed in on my lips.

This was it. He was finally going to kiss me. No bullshit, no excuses.

I closed my eyes as his breath hit my lips, heart racing at the thought of kissing my stupidly hot neighbour. The two of us jolted back to Earth when the door to the laundromat swung open, hitting the wall with a rattling bang. I opened my eyes just in time to watch Javier take a step back, eyes already searching for the source of the disturbance.

My heart was still beating, and I willed it to calm down as I looked to where a woman was waddling in with two baskets of laundry. She was red in the face from the heat and exertion, long dress caught in one of the baskets but she didn’t seem to notice.

She was our neighbour from upstairs with the barking labrador.

“Javier, would you be a dear and help me?” Ms. Hernández asked when she caught sight of him.

Javier didn’t even look at me as he jumped at the chance to get away from the situation we’d put ourselves in, grabbing the larger basket from our neighbour to relieve some of the weight from her arms.

I watched them walk over to a washer on the other side and I suddenly felt stupid for letting it go that far. Whatever it was. Javier was clearly trying to keep it civil between us so he wouldn’t get into the mess of having a one night stand with his neighbour. It just wouldn’t end well.

So, I took the chance to gather up my things when the DEA agent was busy aiding our elderly neighbour with her machine, slipping out unnoticed to take refuge in my apartment so I could wallow in my own humiliation in peace.

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“I’m on the second floor, apartment twenty.” I told him, pointing lazily over my shoulder with a thumb. He shot a smile, saluting me in a way that had me grinning before I turned around to walk toward the entrance of my apartment complex across the street.

I made sure to swing my hips a little extra without looking stupid, knowing that Matthew was watching but also because I couldn’t help it. It was time for me to finally get laid, hot neighbour be damned.

It was almost as if my thoughts had summoned him, because suddenly I stood face to face with the man I’d been trying to avoid for the past two days. His hand was clutching a leash and my gaze dropped down to Ms. Hernández dog as he strained to get closer to me, panting in excitement. I dropped down in a crouch, almost losing my balance as the labrador licked my cheeks, slobbering all over it until I was laughing. I pushed him away from my face, nose scrunched and lips pouting.

“Busy night?” Javier asked curiously and I tilted my head up to look at him.

The towering height of him almost made me lose my balance and it didn’t even have anything to do with the giant dog enjoying my scratches behind the ears. He looked good, big hoodie on with a cap pulled down on his head; Hiding his wild hair efficiently while also shielding his face from anyone who’d pass by. I couldn’t imagine it being a big help, because anyone who’d walk past this man and not look twice was a fool.

“Mmm, just came back from a night out.” I replied, squishing Fido’s face inbetween my hands and planting a big kiss onto his snout before standing up straight.

“Oh? All by yourself?” His eyebrows had raised in interest and it made me pause.

He had a great poker face - considering his career - but somehow I could see straight through his aloof expression. Maybe it was because of his voice; He was trying to sound casual, like he wasn’t prying for information even though he totally was. And somehow, it made me secretly pleased.

“No, I was on a date.” I said, an involuntary smile sneaking up on my lips at the prospect of getting laid.

Matt was an interesting guy, and very good looking. But he wasn’t the relationship kind of guy and I wouldn’t have gone through with asking him inside my apartment if we weren’t on the same page. Same page meaning one night of hot sex before we both moved on with our lives. I didn’t need a boyfriend and had no interest in perusing anyone.

My gaze drifted up to Javier who was looking over my shoulder, squinting his dark eyes in the equally dark night. His eyes were searching for Matthew and when he couldn’t find anything, he trained his gaze back at me.

“Didn’t go so well, I take it?” He didn’t sound too sad about it, and I almost snorted unattractively.

“What makes you say that?” I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes at the hunky man before me. “He’s just parking his car around the corner. Should be here any minute.”

It shouldn’t have made my chest tighten when Javier frowned for a split second before schooling his expression into a casual one. I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly he was thinking, and it only became more difficult as he turned around to punch in the code to the building before holding the door open for me without saying a word. I walked past him in silence, side-eyeing him.

Was he jealous? No. I couldn’t afford believing that. It was just wishful thinking. And even if Javier was jealous, I would never be one of the many women he’d sleep with before going on with his day. It would be too awkward to end up in bed and proceed to bump into him everytime I stepped out of my apartment. We had a weird friendship, but I wasn’t prepared to lose it just because I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. I liked to think I had more self control than that.

“So, who’s the guy then?” He asked, breaking the silence as I started climbing the stairs up to our floor. “Potential boyfriend?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips, turning my head to look at him as I took one step at a time. He wasn’t looking at me though, eyes focused on my backside and it didn’t look like he planned to avert his gaze even if I caught him ogling me shamelessly.

“Stop staring at my ass.” I ran my hands over my butt, feeling self conscious at his open gawking. “And no, not that it’s any of your business.”

“It kind of is if I have to hear the two of you through my walls.” He replied.

I let out a huff, both from the amount of stairs I’d just climbed and from his attitude. It had been a good day for me and it was only going to get better by the looks of it. Javier was not going to ruin it by acting pissy.

“You have some nerve,” I pointed a finger at him, attempting to give him my best glare but he only smiled in amusement and it fuelled my irritation. “I’ve heard you doing some... Questionable things with hundreds of women over the years so you have no right to whine.”

Javier frowned, “Hundreds of women?”

He took a stop forward, opening his mouth to argue but the sound of footsteps made us both pause. I took a step back as Matt appeared at the top of the stairs, smiling attractively even though there was some confusion in his eyes. I shot him a smile that seemed to relax him, backing toward my door behind me and beckoning him to follow me with a swift hand movement.

“Everything alright?” He asked, looking from me to Javier.

Matthew’s eyes roamed the other man’s body and I struggled to stop myself fom groaning when I noticed how they both sized each other up, Matt looking more uncertain than Javier did. It was hard not to notice how much intimidating the latter man looked standing in front of my one night stand, almost like a man standing in front of a boy. The thought was almost enough for me to call it a night, peeved by it. But I persisted.

“Everything’s fine, lets go inside.” I shot Javier a look before unlocking my door and swinging it wide open.

Matt stepped inside, oblivious to the staring contest I was holding with my neighbour and I was thankful for it. I didn’t need him asking questions where they weren’t needed. Javier brought a hand up and twiddled his fingers in a goodbye that had me rolling my eyes, hurrying to close the door before he could catch my involuntary smile.

The silence stretched on when I turned around, Matthew walking further into my small apartment to scan the interior. It wasn’t much to look at, but I let him be as I made a beeline for the kitchen.

“Do you want anything? Beer? Water?” I asked him absentmindedly, lost in my thoughts as I pulled the refigerator door open to peer inside.

“Just a water, thanks.” Matthew replied, making me grab a bottled water before standing up straight to shut the fridge door.

Something about the exchange outside my door had rattled me, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was exactly. It left me feeling confused and quite honestly, not as confident in this one night stand as I had been feeling twenty minutes ago.

I still tried my best to shut out any intrusive thoughts when Matthew grabbed my hand to pull me over to my couch. It felt strange when his lips met mine in a heated kiss, though there was no passion. He didn’t seem to mind my stiffness, trying his hardest to warm me up.

A few minutes. That’s how long it took before I finally straddled Matt’s lap to nip at his neck and unbutton his shirt. He started whispering in my ear and I did my best to focus, but kissing him was the perfect way to shut him up.

I shouldn’t have felt as relieved as I did when there was a pound at my door, making us pull apart just enough to glance at the door and then back at each other. He looked confused but I knew damn enough who it was. The obnoxious knocking was a sound I’d heard enough to recognise by now.

Even though relief was the first thing I felt, frustrated rage soon consumed me as I climbed off Matt’s lap and retrieved to the door. It was all fine before he’d gotten into my head. This was supposed to be a night full of hot, crazy sex before I threw Matt out and went on with my life. It seemed so far away now, and it was all thanks to..

“Javier.” My voice was clipped as I swung the door open.

He was standing right outside and his eyes went straight to my unbuttoned blouse. I looked down, placing my hand over the sliver of skin that was on display because there was no way in hell he was getting a peek at what I had to offer when he’d avoided me like the plague after the laundromat encounter.

“Sorry, were you in the middle of something?” He asked, but he didn’t sound or look sorry at all as he placed a hand on the door frame to support his weight.

“What do you want?” I asked, annoyed. Mostly I was just annoyed at how he managed to look something as mundane as leaning against a door frame look hot. God damn it all.

Javier sighed, and it was clear he was trying to drag this whole thing out but I wasn’t going to give in to his satisfaction. So I glared at him.

“Do you have a cucumber by any chance?” He asked and I struggled with every nerve in my body to not react to his unexpected question.

“A... cucumber?” I looked over my shoulder before redirecting my gaze to the man in front of me.

Javier sucked his teeth, sighing wistfully like he was putting on a show. It got on my nerves, but I held my tongue. I knew what he was doing, and so did he.

“Poor Fido loves his cucumbers,” He pointed a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of his front door. “I don’t have any though and the walk to the store just does not seem worth it.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. The labrador did love his cucumbers, and Javier clearly loved pestering me.

“Alright, just wait a moment...” I was in the process of shutting the door when Javier placed a hand on the wood, pushing it wide open again.

I watched, gobsmacked, as he waltzed into my apartment like he lived there. Without a word, I closed the front door and walked right behind him. Matthew was still sitting on the sofa, looking confused as ever and I shot him an apologetic smile as I passed him.

“So sorry, emergency.” I lied lamely, not waiting for a reply before rounding the corner to the kitchen.

Javier was rummaging my refrigerator, singing quietly to himself and I stared in disbelief. He gave off a soft ah-ha! before re-emerging with a cucumber in his hand, looking triumphant enough that it almost made my rage melt away. Almost.

“Javier.” I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my voice low as I walked up to him.

“Yes, amor?” He replied easily and even the petname that usually made me melt could stop my irritation.

The look in his eyes made me falter for a second and I suddenly felt tired and not as excited to kick the agent from my apartment so I could go back to my fling. My fling who was still sitting on my couch, probably feeling lost as ever.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a hushed voice.

I watched as his tongue came out to lick his lower lip, extremely aware of his close proximity. He smelled intoxicating, like his usually cologne and cigarettes. It was obvious he’d just smoked, and somehow I had an inkling as to why.

“I’m not doing anything.” He was just about to step around me but he backtracked as if he forgot something, eyes dropping to my chest. “Very nice lingerie, querida.”

He disappeared from my sight and I was left standing in my kitchen, glancing down my shirt that was gaping at the top. With an annoyed sigh, I buttoned my blouse.

That was a new set of lingerie going to waste. All thanks to Javier cockblocking me for a reason I couldn’t fathom.

When I walked into my living area, Javier had made himself comfortable in my favourite loveseat across the sofa where Matthew was sitting. The aforementioned man looked as uncomfortable as ever, and it showed all over his face and body language as I came up to stand next to him.

“Javier, it’s time to leave.” I said, trying to keep my tone gentle.

“Am I interrupting?” He asked, as if he just now realized it. “I’m sorry! What were you two up to?”

I laughed in disbelief.

“That’s none of your business.” I glared at the man, not believing what was going on.

Matthew stood up, taking my hand in his and my stomach dropped when I recognised the look on his face. That was the facial expression of a man accepting defeat. Javier Goddamn Peña had just waltzed into my apartment and peed all over it, marking his territory.

“Maybe I should go.” Matthew whispered lowly and I protested half-heartedly. “It’s okay. I’ll call you, alright?”

I opened my mouth to protest, but I knew the moment had passed and maybe it was for the best. So I watched in silence as Matthew gathered his jacket, having no problem to navigate himself out of the apartment and far away from me. It was only when he’d shut the door behind himself that I remembered that I hadn’t gotten his number and he didn’t have mine.

And that soured my mood exceptionally.

“Bummer.” Javier’s voice almost made me jump.

For a second I’d forgotten he was still here, but then I directed my deadliest glare at the man and he recoiled in his seat.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Javier Peña.” My voice wavered from the anger I was feeling.

Javier looked momentarily stunned, opening his mouth to say God knows what. I didn’t give him a chance though, turning around and stalking into my bedroom before I could hear another pathetic word from him. I let the slamming of my door speak for my anger, sitting down on my bed with a huff as I processed the events that had just unfolded.

This night was a chance to finally let some of that frustration go from my body. It had been hard to find someone who looked like they could give a woman an orgasm and it had taken a lot of convincing from my best friend before I allowed her to set me up on a date. Matthew turned out to be perfect for a quick fling, but I didn’t even get to have that before my annoyingly hot neighbour had to place himself in the way.

It annoyed me to no end, and maybe there was some hurt lingering from the other day in the laundromat. He hadn’t even shown his face and for a while I thought he was away from home and that was the reason why he hadn’t knocked on my door. It had happened more times than I could count considering the nature of his job. But he was still causing as much ruckus in the mornings in preparation for work as usual, and I could still hear his obnoxious music through the walls so he was clearly home. Just not in a mood to talk to me.

I let myself grovel for a solid ten minutes, laying in bed and mourning my night gone to waste before I had to snap out of it. That’s why I almost shot up two feet in the air when there was a knock at my bedroom door, my hand automatically clutching my phone on my bedside table in case I needed to chuck it at the intruder. Maybe Javier would hear me if I screamed loud enough?

The thought of Javier calmed me down and I realised that maybe he hadn’t left my apartment like I’d originally thought.

I still tentatively called out a weak, “Yes?” and waited for the door to open.

The handle turned and Javier poked his head between the crack to spot me on my bed. His eyes were soft and there was enough regret in them for me to finally let go of that residue anger. Because I wasn’t angry, not really. Just hurt.

“Hi sweetheart, can I come in?” He was whispering and it almost made me laugh.

Instead, I nodded and patted the spot next to me. He looked surprised as he opened the door fully to let himself in, rounding the bed so he could settle down beside me. I looked at the mug he was holding, and he must’ve seen the question in my eyes because he shyly smiled and handed it over to me.

“Figured you needed some of this.” He explained and I let myself finally smile as I glanced down at the mug. He’d made me tea.

“Thank you.” I took a sip.

Javier’s eyes flitted over my face and I arched an eyebrow in question.

“What?”

“Oh, I’m just waiting for you to throw that in my face.” He huffed out a laugh that sounded almost relieved and it made me laugh.

“I’m still waiting for an apology.” I admitted, placing the mug down on the bedside table before facing him.

He bit his lip before sighing heavily, schooling his face into genuine regret.

“I really am sorry, amor. I behaved like a child.” He winced when I nodded. “I know that my jealousy isn’t an excuse.”

I furrowed my brows.

“You were jealous?”

I had expected his behaviour to stem from some kind of childish pissing contest, to show who was boss between the two. I hadn’t considered or even entertained the thought that Javier’s behaviour must’ve been out of jealousy of all things.

“Of course I was.” He looked equally as confused.

I took in the pinch of his bushy eyebrows and the confusion marring his face and suddenly it all made sense. It felt like I’d been doused in cold water, realising that maybe all the cat and mouse chasing we’d both indulged in wasn’t because of us wanting different things. I had to make sure though, so I rubbed my forehead as if to clear my head and turned my whole body so we were sitting face to face.

I ignored Javier’s amused smile and sucked in my lips between my teeth.

“You’re telling me that all the flirting we’ve done… Have been for, what exactly?” I tried not to grimace at my poor choice of words.

Javier tilted his head to the side to study me silently for a second.

“Elaborate?” He asked kindly and I felt my cheeks grow warm.

“I just mean that,” I looked down at my hands. “All this time, I’ve been hearing you bring women home and you aren’t exactly discreet with what goes on behind closed doors. I just thought that… Maybe you haven’t gone past flirting with me because you don’t want to deal with it.”

“With what?”

It was hard to decipher what Javier was feeling from the sound of his voice, and I was feeling awkward enough to not have the courage to look up at his face.

“Sleeping with your neighbour and keeping it casual.” I explained, hoping he would finally understand what the hell I was talking about.

There was silence, and then Javier chuckled. It caused me to look up at him and I glared when I saw the big smile on his face. Javier put his hands up in mock defence, bringing them down to clutch mine in his palms instead. In doing so, he managed to bring me closer to him.

“Sweetheart, I’m not exactly the youngest bachelor out there, and you deserve much better than what I can offer you.” His eyebrows were pinched, as if the thought hurt him. “All I can offer you is me. With a bad back and shit load of baggage.”

“That’s bullshit.” I sighed, clearly frustrated. “Your concern is valid but, Javi, I don’t care about any of it. I want that, I want you. And if that means a shit load of baggage then I’m on board.”

Javier smiled, brining my hands up to press small kisses to them. I watched him in silence, my stomach clenching at the sight of his eyes taking in every detail of my face.

“Yeah?” He asked, a simple word but it held so much.

I did the only thing I could think of that would maybe ease his insecurities and soothe my desperate need to keep him close. Javier saw it coming, releasing my hands so he could cup my face in his rough hands and guide me the rest of the way to his lips. It was all the consent and confirmation he needed to proceed with what we both had been working up to.

He kissed just like I’d imagined, with enough passion and need that had my toes curling in delight and want. His taste was intoxicating and I found myself needing more than what I was given; Greedy or not, I had to have him. I’d waited long enough. We both had.

The relief was tremendous when he finally flipped me over in bed, laying me down gently without breaking our kiss that had gone from deep to absolutely ravenous. His hand clutched my face while the other explored my body, like he was trying to memorise it with only the touch of his palm.

“Javi, I need you.” I whispered against his lips, feeling breathless as he diverted and kept pressing small, open mouthed kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

I craned it so he could get better access, whining when he started unbuttoning my blouse in an effort to speed things up. He pulled his head back from my neck with a frustrated sigh when the buttons wouldn’t cooperate with him and I giggled, placing my hand over his struggling one.

“Just rip it,” I urged him and Javier looked at me, a question on the tip of tongue that I saw coming from a mile away. “Yes, I’m sure. Hurry up and fuck me.”

That was all the incentive the older man needed as he grabbed both ends of my blouse and ripped it open. I vaguely heard the scattering of the buttons flying but I couldn’t bring myself to care because Javier was a man on a mission, and he finally got his hands on my breasts.

“Oh, baby…” Javier kissed between the globes of my breasts tenderly before dragging the cups of my bra down to expose me to the cold air. “So gorgeous, look at you.”

The praise burnt me up from the inside and I couldn’t help but whine as he sucked a pert nipple into his mouth, hand cupping the other one so he could knead it in his strong hand. He showered me with attention with the help of his tongue before moving his hand down to the zipper of my skirt.

I thanked my lucky stars when he found it easily, zipping it down before dragging my skirt off. I took a moment to gaze at him when he stood before me with his knees sunken into the bed on either side of my body.

“You look gorgeous.” I whispered and he did.

Javier smiled before he leaned down to press two kisses to my mouth, pausing only to take his t-shirt off. The pause meant I had a moment to hungrily take his upper body in before he was on me again, kissing me as he shimmied his hand down my panties. The animalistic groan he released as he felt the wetness between my legs made me shiver in anticipation.

“Look at you,” His voice was strained, refusing to move his eyes from my face to take in my facial expression as he slid a finger down between my folds. “So fucking pretty. You’re so wet, and it’s all for me. Isn’t it, cariño? I’m going to fuck you so good, make this pussy come for me.”

I was nodding along with warm cheeks, at a loss for words at how absolutely filthy he sounded as he spoke so casually.

I felt my body being set on fire when he touched right between my thighs, fingers coating themselves in my slick. His eyelids fluttered and he exhaled, dropping his head to kiss my jaw and lips, marveling in the softness of my skin.

"Mojado." He hummed quietly, eyes hooded as he sought out my lips to give me a gentle peck, pulling back to nose along my cheek. “Just for me, hm?”

His five o’clock shadow scratched the delicate skin of my face and it made em break out in goosebumps as I dug my nails into his back, making him grunt. A gasp left my lips when he snubbed my clit with his finger and I couldn’t stop myself from arching my hips into his touch as he flattened his thumb to rub firm circles against my sensitive nub. It made me shudder and grasp onto his arm that was supporting his weight over me.

“Just for you,” I murmured belatedly, eyes shutting as he buried his face between the juncture of my neck and shoulders, pressing intimate kisses along my shoulder. “Shit, you’re so good at this.”

Javier clearly seemed to love my breathy encouragement, humming along when I gasped or moaned. It only made him strain further in his pants as he pressed his groin against my thigh, seeking some friction as he pushed one finger inside of me. He grunted at the wetness, his own stomach clenching at the thought of burying himself inside of me, inside of that wetness and warmth. Right where he belonged.

“Let me hear you, baby.” Javier pulled back far enough to look me in my eyes as he slid a second finger inside.

He bit his lip at the momentary resistance and I braced my hand against my bedding as he started picking up pace. It wasn’t long before he was fucking me with his two fingers, expertly crooking them on the way out before he thrust them back inside.

I closed my eyes, whining when he slowed his pace down with a tut.

“No. Eyes on me.” He commanded and the tone in his voice was enough for me to re-open my eyes, training them on his face. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

I flexed my hands against the bedding, arching my back into his thrusting to get his fingers as deep inside as they could go. Javier was loving it, rasping dirty words in my ear as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.

Stars exploded in my vision as he unexpectedly swiped his thumb over my clit, rubbing it until I was screaming out my release. My eyes shut before I remembered Javier’s order, forcing them back open as I arched and shuddered through my climax.

“There you go, that’s my girl.” Javier’s voice drifted back, breaking through the intensive sound of the blood rushing in my ears as I struggled to breathe.

“You’re so good with your fingers.” I whispered, gasping when an aftershock hit me.

The older man grinned, clearly pleased as he slowly slid his fingers out of me. He hushed me when I whined, raking his other clean hand through my hair before kissing me. I immediately opened my mouth, inviting him in to crush whatever was left of my sanity.

“You good to go for more?” He asked between kisses and I pulled back slightly.

“Need to see what all the fuss is about.” I replied jokingly, biting back a smile as he narrowed his eyes at me.

“That’s how it is, huh?” He huffed out a laugh in disbelief, bringing a palm down on my ass in a slap that had me yelping.

I giggled, turned on by the pain and exhilirated that he was so clearly happy to play along to whatever I threw at him. Javier pressed a hard kiss to my mouth before he dragged his pants off, with minor difficulty.

As soon as he was naked as the day he was born, I grabbed at him and let him fall against me before rolling us over. Javier was a muscular man and he could’ve easily pinned me down but he was happy to play along as I straddled him. I bit my lip when I ground my hips forward, feeling the length of his cock trapped between my legs.

Javier watched me, interest piqued and hands grabbing at my hips to steady me when I reached to the side to rifle in my bedside drawer.

“Where the fuck - “ I cut myself off when I felt the foil in my hands, sitting back in Javi’s lap and presenting the condom like it was a prize. “Found it.”

Javier’s lips pulled in a slow smile, nipping the foil packet from me and ripping it open with his teeth. I scooted up a little so he could sheath himself, occupying myself by letting my fingers wander from the thickness of his throat and down to to the softness of his belly.

“Ready, cariño?” He asked, waiting for my nod before lining himself up.

Javier wasn’t lacking in any department, I quickly realised as I took him in inch by inch. The burn was slow and I had to hover over him for a few seconds to catch my breath before continuing. Javier slid his hands over my thighs in an attempt to soothe me, bottom lip caught tightly between his teeth as I finally bottomed out.

“Yes, baby. You feel so good.” He whispered and I moaned in response.

I gave it a few slow slides up and down to get used to his size before I picked up a rhythm. My legs were quivering, stomach clenching as I rode the older man beneath me. I forced myself to stay put, but there was only so much I could take when my legs started shaking and Javier’s insistent thumb on my clit was determined to bring me to orgasm.

With a groan I slumped against his chest and Javier buried his face in my hair as he wound his arms around my body so we were pressed flesh to flesh from head to toe.

“Is my baby gettin’ tired?” He slid one hand over my buttocks, breathing stuttering in my ear when he felt the wetness from where his cock was buried inside of me. “Está bien, mi amor. I’ve got you.”

He gently rolled us over, not succeeding in keeping himself inside of me and it made me giggle. I gasped when he pinched my ass, successfully shutting me up for a second before he grabbed my legs. His eyes roamed my naked body, drinking the sight in. It took everything in me not to cover myself up with my hands, but I stayed put until he pushed my knees up to my chest and slid himself back inside.

“Oh my God.” I moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

The angle stole my breath away, hands going out to either side of me to grab at the duvet as he started thrusting. Javier grinned devilishly as he fucked me into my bed, sweat beading on his forehead as his damp hair swung in front of his face.

“Not even God can help you now, baby.”

There was something extraordinarily impressive with the way he spoke when I was fairly certain that if a man had talked to me the way he did, I’d merely roll my eyes and dismiss him immediately. Maybe it was the heat in his eyes or the growl in his voice that made me lose all my common sense.

The tremulous feeling in my stomach warned me that I was close, and I was vaguely aware of my moans turning high pitched as Javi picked up his pace.

“Mmm yes, Javi. Need -” A gasp cut my pleading off and I rolled my head to the side, lost in the feeling of his cock dragging against my inner walls and the way he moaned above me.

“Need what, baby?” He tried to coax an answer out of me, eyes trained on my face.

I grabbed one of his hands, shaking as I guided him over my stomach before placing it on my pussy, right where we were joined. Understanding dawned on his face and he bit his lip in a moan, fingers finding my clit so he could rub it in time with his thrusts.

The knots in my stomach tightened and I was vaguely aware of my squeal as I felt myself cramp up, orgasm hitting me like a freight train. Kaleidoscopes burst behind my eyelids as I cried out my release, making Javier drop his weight on top of me as he let out a strained growl in my ear.

The tremors in his body matched mine, and I moaned weakly as he came inside me. My body trembled and twitched from overstimulation, but I brought my weak arms up around Javi’s body anyway to hold him against me.

He was crushing me with his weight and Javier seemed to realise it too because he made an attempt to roll off. But I was too stubborn and not ready to let him go, so he sighed in contentment and pressed a kiss into my hair; Arms hugging me tightly.

I basked in the aftermath of the sex, feeling a grin tug on my lips no matter how hard I tried to fight it. Javier had certainly exceeded my expectations and my stomach rolled as I stroked his muscular back with the pads of my fingers. He was here, he wanted me. It felt surreal.

Javier groaned.

“Mierda,” He swore in Spanish, ignoring my giggle. “I’m just going to go to sleep right here.”

“Javi!” I laughed out in a gasp, the weight of him becoming too much as my body regained feeling again.

Javier made a show to snuffle, basking in my giggles and only rolling off of me when I started slapping him half-heartedly on his back to get him off. He laid on his back, bringing one arm up behind his head so he could look at me. The smile on his face was quickly wiped out by a frown when he saw me stand up.

“Where you goin’?” He sounded gruff.

I smiled at the furrow in his brow and the purse of his lips.

“Just need to freshen up, I’ll be back.” I pointed vaguely over my shoulder in the direction of my bathroom. “Do you need anything? A drink?”

“I could do with a smoke.” He said, smile playing on his lips.

“No smoking in here.” I glared at him sternly, locating my robe so I could cover my body up from the sudden chilliness in my apartment.

I left Javi in my bed to freshen up, taking a detour to the kitchen afterwards to pluck a water bottle from the refrigerator to bring to the bedroom. All the while, I could hear Javier humming to a familiar song in the bedroom, and I smiled, wishing I could record him in secret and keep it forever. Javier was right where I’d left him, the only difference was he’d put on his underwear and pulled the duvet back so I could crawl right in beside him.

“Took you long enough, sweetheart.” He grabbed a hold of me and pulled me into his side.

I went willingly, sighing at the warmth he provided. Javier plucked the bottle from my hands and placed it on the bedside table before he turned to embrace me fully.

“I was gone for three minutes.” I laughed, squirming when his moustache tickled my throat where he’d buried his face.

“Three minutes too many.” He quipped. “Want to spend every moment with you.”

He said it so matter of factly but it made my heart speed up. If only he knew how much I wanted that too.

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ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ + ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ │ ᴅɪʟꜰ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ

pairings: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, spit kink, spanking, slap on the cheeks [once], size kink, belly bulge, tears, creampie, marks, dom/sub, cockwarming, nicknames, butt plug, edging [mentioned], degrading, gagging, oral [both?], breeding kink + aftercare and praising <3 grammar issues.

word counter: 4.2k

butler's note: extra hot and extra big. it must a 4.7k but i though it'd be too long, so i deleted some parts. if you like dilf toji - butler's here to serve your thirst. i did toji in his 30s not in 40s bc megumi is three years old.

'on your knees, slut' you swallowed, dare to have a quick look on your daddy before stood on the knees. toji will give you the punishment in a few seconds - you had given up on making excuses, yet preparing your throat and holes for his cock.

the playroom, which toji designated as the 'basement' for megumi, so that his son wouldn't enter, is arranged in relatively red colors: only the toy chest of drawers was made of wood, which had a shade of terracotta.

toji is into toys. edging you 'till your pussy will be soaked enough or else he'd turn the vibrator on the max, sat on the chair in front of the bed, putting his elbows on the armrests, making himself comfortable in the cushioned chair, to watch as how you're being a desperate slut for him.

trying to squirm from vibration on your overstimulated clit, as your legs have shaken as the toy brought you the new piece of the orgasm. toji commanded you to intently stare into his green lewd eyes as you feel the oncoming orgasm.

tears had come to the corners of your eyes, as you had reached the orgasm. you had given up counting the highest you've been reaching, but you knew toji hadn't touched himself - his balls are full of sperm to breed your pussy and mouth.

he turned off the toy, lightly rubbing your clit, as you arch the back for toji's caresses - he had enough to make a few circles as you milked on his fingers.

'your pussy so soaked, your juices are oozing all over your thighs,' he kissed the inner thighs, moving soft kisses to the succulent place. 'let daddy taste it.'

certainly, his tongue could bring you another pleasant satisfaction feeling in minutes due to the kind of torture he had placed you. he licked your oozing hole, tasting the juices, mooing into your bosom, causing vibrations.

you abruptly exhale, as toji moves his mouth to your swollen clit - you've been tortured and haggard, but you'll give your daddy the last creampie on his cock, will you?

of course, you will. you will milk his thick, hot cock when the tip literally touching your cervix, replenishing your vagina with his sperm. you had dig nails into his back, milking the cock, produce the white ring around the cock base, hearing as toji groans into your ear.

now, he won't be lenient. you had been a bad girl, very-very bad girl. you got daddy's permission to cum, didn't you? to be an obedient whore - is your role in the sex, so why did you disobedient the simple rule? you wanted a punishment.

toji sat on the upholstered chair, spreading his legs wide apart as if calling you to have your place. his cock is bulging from the sports pants - despite it was baggy, it seems that the cock would rip the material if it could do it.

you glare at him once again: green eyes are focusing solely on you, devouring, waiting for you to touch the cock with your tongue. he put elbows on the armrests, grinning - it's gonna be the rough punishment.

you placed palms on his knees, rubbing them slowly as if wobbling, should you continuing or you should have to stop. you're unhurriedly moving hands towards the bulge, lick the parched lips - soon, there will be his semen.

you touch his outlining dick with one finger, feeling how hard it is, how big your daddy cock is. the one thing that has been stopping his cock from being in your mouth - the elastic. you've lowered his pants, freeing up a fat cock.

you dare to look at the cock, before pulling it in inside your warm wet mouth: a small amount of precum on the pink glans and the protruding vein on the side of his cock, which you always had licked first. as usual - balls have a large amount of white, salty liquid to paint your mouth and pussy into white color.

fuck, perfect dilf in the prime of his life. toji in his 30s but his cock is fucking amazing. jesus, he's fucking good: he always pleases your needs with his cock, his fingers, his tongue.

fuck, what a perfect daddy you've gotten. primarily, toji hired you as a babysitter for his son, but lately, the both of you began to experience a completely non-working relationship, crossing the thin line of 'friendship' or 'boss and employee'.

do you mind when toji kisses your lips in the morning before making you a cup of coffee? do you ever put resistance towards his attempts to love you?

he snapped you out of your memories with a light slap on the cheek, more like a small touch of his palm on your cheek. toji put his chin on the palm as the little finger slightly covers the scar on his lip.

'suck my cock and gag on it.'

you wrapped your small palms around the base, licking the precum turning your head to lick the prominent vein. you had kept asking yourself, how does his fat cock fit in your little mouth?

although, toji fushiguro is definitely maddening by your small mouth that barely could fit the entire cock. the rare occasion when you managed to touch your nose against his pubic - after touching the bristle hair, you found yourself in tears as the glans touching the throat.

he'd lie if he tells he doesn't like when you get choked by his thick cock. toji feels like he's in heaven - doesn't need to use hands to press your head deep into the base. though, he could do it unexpectedly, take you off guard, overhearing as to how you're getting choked.

you're suctioning the cock as if it a lollipop with strawberry or cherry flavor, sucking as if you've been thirsty for weeks. scattering kisses along the length, pulling out the cock from the mouth with a pop sound.

the sound echoes through the room chugging and chomping. toji is smirking as seeing as his dick disappears inside your mouth, feeling as your tongue playing with the base inside. suddenly, you felt his big palms on your head, as he warned you with his giggled, suc as a telltale sign.

relentlessly, literally from the first second he had touched your hair, he fucks your throat without mercy as if you don't feel any pain. predilection of choke you with his cock.

you're trying to breath with a nose, but [forgive me] as toji replace palms to the throat and nose - this is what he calls a real suffocation. tears are running on your cheek as the glans touches your tonsillar.

'look me in the face, slut' he placed both palms on your throat, periodically squeezing and giving you few seconds to fill your lunges with the air.

you stare at the eyes full of lewd and the pleasure of your weeping face, he knows it hurts and throat will be sore in the morning - that is the reason why he will give you a day off on his large bed, where you'll be resting as toji will take of his son.

he will forbid you to get out of bed as if you could get out - the ass will burn as if you had been fucked by several men, not by one cock. by the way, you don't need several men as you've got toji. toji fushiguro and his cock will rip your pussy like you've been needy for it

there are times when the sorcerer killer is soft, his pace is slow as he covers your collarbone with quick hickeys that go away after a few minutes. he worships you like his queen, whispering that he will marry you one day.

'you're gonna be my little girl forever, only mine girl.'

don't think toji is a monster who loves to fuck you until you'll be a dumb as his cock breeding your pussy, you like it as well, when toji spanking your ass contemporaneously caresses your clit, reaching the new wave of orgasm on his cock.

'open your mouth little one.'

you pull out his cock, open your mouth wide, letting the saliva dripping down onto the chin, as you stick out the tongue. he cups your face, spitting in your mouth, mingling your drools together. you swallowed the mixture as a good girl, stick out again, asking for the supplementation.

'should daddy gives you more, should daddy kisses your lips?'

'yes, daddy, kiss me.' he squeezes the throat at your response.

'yes, daddy, kiss your slut, kiss her, please.'

he smiled, noticing how obedient you are by calling yourself his slut. he lowered his body down to kiss your mouth with a tongue, making you completely a mess, as you moan into the kiss. a small reward before the punishment.

he kisses your lower lip, slightly bites it, taking off your wet panties. not breaking the kiss, he runs the finger in your crotch, has a sensation of your dripping pussy - daddy's perfect slut. he entered with one finger without any warning, feeling your gooey walls.

you opened your eyes from the unaware action, staring into the green, loved one's eyes, feeling as his tongue is playing with yours, his finger tasting and preparing your hole for his cock.

'suck my finger and taste yourself'

you wrapped his wrist with a palm, taking in your mouth the soaked finger in your juice - toji's sperm is tasting better than any other liquid. he gets up from the chair, walking towards the drawer to get the toy.

'what color of the plug my slut wants?'

'whichever daddy chooses'

he put the one with a white, fluffy tail, lubricating hands, and plug. you knees on the edge of the bed, licking lips as anticipating the plug in your hole. fushiguro runs a finger along your hole, lubricating the ass, so it won't hurt too much - only his dick can bring the pleasant tingles.

he entered with one finger, feeling as the tight hole immediately squeezes it. he kissed your asscheeks, replacing into the toy. the sensation of the cool toy made you wobble your pelvis, but instantly you felt the strong hands of Toji, which calmed you down.

you had felt as the toy slowly coming inside the non-stretched, tight hole. you exhaled, arching the back, silently begging for the drooling pussy to be stretched with his fat cock. but instead of his cock you felt as his palms found themselves on your butt, squeezing them.

you screamed when toji spanked the right cheek. you've practically fallen as if toji's another palm which is holding you, so you wouldn't twitch and sneak away from the spanking.

another hit on your butt and another and another. your soft and once pristine skin is now covered with the marks of toji's palms, he marvels as he looks at the 'art' he has created - one touch and you shudder in suffering.

'turn around and face me.'

you hardly turn your body, looking from the bottom to meet his gaze - you've got a lovely opportunity to watch as he takes off the black t-shirt, he threw his arms back, pulling the fabric down, tossing it aside, placing his knee on the bed, opening your mouth with his hand.

he spits again in your mouth, as your hands found themselves on his stomach, outlining his sculpted abs with your fingernails. his muscular, athletic body feels so pleasant under your soft pads.

'give my dick a kiss before i'll rip your pussy'

once again you feel the hard cock in your mouth, salivating the base, pulling out to play with balls for a little. he groaned as felt your mouth has taken one ball then another, playing as toji loves, ogling at his foggy gaze and sanity. his cock twitched, when you kiss the head, turned your body.

his pads deftly find your clit, as the killer lay down on the stomach, moving your hips towards his face, forcing you to repeat his movement and lie on your tummy. he tucked the tail on your back, examining your oozing hole.

he couldn't help but bury his face on your pussy, tasting the arousal, knowing who your hole, body, and mind are belonging to. your arousal as well, tearing apart your pussy with fingers, entering inside with his tongue.

as if he could reach the spongy bug inside your vagina - he will wake you up every morning with a tongue.

going in and out in sharp movements, then lick the entrance such in a tease way. he had added two fingers simultaneously as you immediately squeezed 'em, quelling your moans with the pillow.

with one hand toji is stretching your gummy walls, feeling the friction when you adjust to his thick fingers; with another, he spanks your red butt cheeks, bringing you the discomfort.

't-daddy, i-i'm..'

'you've got my permission, cum on daddy's mouth.'

he caresses your clit with circles, anticipating for the liquid he'll lick. the euphoria had covered you surprisingly, when toji removed the plug, had kissed your ass. his strong hands were holding your legs widely as you were giving daddy the liquid he had been waiting.

licking the drooling cunt 'till your clarity is hazed and dazed by the marvelous feeling, you couldn't think clear, murmuring him different phrases.

'daddy, please fuck me rough, please, i need your thick fat cock in my pussy, daddy~'

you've purred like a cat last word, rocking the hips as you're still in the clouded conduction, unconsciously murmuring his nickname, stuck your butt.

'how can daddy say no to his baby girl.'

toji bent you over on the back, without hesitation threw legs over his shoulders. he spits on the pussy, smearing the saliva on the enterance. although you've been stretching before, his head had come inside with an effort, giving the moment to adjust to his size as the glance have touched the cervix, filling the space.

feel of being full by his cock definitely the best you had ever felt. you're melting by his warm and sweet body - drops of sweet starts to appear on the muscules as you're clenching the dick inside, attempting to adapting to his cock. he fucked your pussy almost every night, but tho you still fucking tight.

that's the thing toji loves - your hole as if renewal, making it difficult to fuck your relentnessly, so in the morning there will the pain between your thighs. he'll apologize with his tongue on your pussy, eating you as you like it.

the moment you clenched his wrists, leaving half-moon marks there, telltale sign for toji to move the pelvis. he pull his cock out to the glans, giving it back in a second, kissing your ankles, staring into your eyes, wrapping hands below the knees, using your legs to push into your wet bosom, stretching the walls to paint after in a white hue.

he moves the pelvis forth and back, beating out the moans out of your mouth, smiling to be the one who can and will bring pleasure to your body and mind. toji casts an insatiable glance over your body - with every thrust into your drooling pussy, your breasts bounce as your palms clutch the sheet, hoping to compensate for the blows.

as well, you glance over the man figure, staring as toji's chest rises when he goes all the way in. when he breathes out, his abdomen is visibly showing you the muscular. you clench the dick, as you have touched the abs, deftly touching his tense stomach.

you caught him twice in the gym, when you wanted to wake up megumi, had stopped by the crack in the door, had a peek on toji's body: wet, strong, and tense as he was standing in the plank position.

you had allowed yourself to watch as he exercises, had forgotten about the task to wake his son - wet strands of dark color fell on his face, if you pussy can talk, it would definitely say: 'fuck me, toji.' thank god your vagina is incapable of spilling your desire.

the goosebumps had covered your body as you saw toji's eyes were focusing solely on you, when you turned your head to look at the time - six in the morning, - you quickly ran to the 'gumi's room, pretending you weren't stalking.

does it count as stalking? toji should lock the door, you were just.. staring as he was exercising.

the next time he asked you to count his push-ups. you were happy. you nodded as the response, counting, as toji suddenly ask a question.

'lay on my back, y/n.'

you barely answered: 'yes, daddy.' again, you nodded uncertainly, afraid to make the slightest movement. can he hold you? but you wanted to feel his strong body more than anything else, and besides - he's your boss, you have to obey him.

you did as you told: first, you sat on his butt, then you lay down on his back with your stomach. surprisingly, he bent his arms faster, like you were a feather.

'one hundred, mr. fushiguro.'

you get on the floor, kinda upset leaving his body.

'you are so easy, have you eaten? i'll order us some food, you should eat more.'

the 'compliment' that toji had addressed to you made you blushed, as you found yourself smiling, looking at his face. you show by the gesture sigh 'okay', left the room.

'and it's toji, for you.'

you had murmured his name in the nights when you were closed as now, masturbating your little clit, pronouncing his name.

'toji.'

he suggested you move in with him because it was difficult to get to his house - he lived far from the city and transportation didn't go to the place.

'toji~'

you purred the boss's name, as the orgasm with a tremble covered your body, leaving you desperate to quell his name in your hand. you were thinking that the owner of the name is sleeping like his son is, therefore you could please your needs.

he was awakened as hell - being a sorcerer killer giving him the opportunity to sneak up on the victim quietly. especially to the mere human like you, who haven't got any curse energy or a good ear to overhear as he's jerking his cock, listening how you're cumming.

a kind of 'we're even' when you peeked at him.

the thing you didn't know is - toji always had peeked on you. in the shower, in the kitchen when you're wearing those fucking tiny shorts or when you just-just have awakened, aimlessly stretching your arms above the head, exposing your breasts as your top went up.

always.

now you are thinking about his massive cock is filling the former empty pussy, thrusting harder when your harsh and resounding voice caresses his ears - a delight to 'em.

the squelches are filling the game room, as you put your legs around his torso, making him bend over towards your face and kiss you.

in this position he could kiss your peachy lips, demolishing the coil in your stomach by his cock.

as soon as you started to rock your hips towards his cock, he momentary started to fuck you mercilessly, feeling as you're dragging nails through his back - he wants to find in the morning a dozen of red stripes dotted on his broad back.

he moves on your neck, like a habit of marking your conspicuous collarbones with hickeys and bites, dragging your teeth across your shoulders, leaving through the way bites or kisses, groaned at your skin.

his back as a bare canvas and your fingers are brushed with which you skillfully paint indecipherable red patterns.

your hole is constricting as toji started to fuck you brainless, grabbing your thighs, leaving a trail of half-moons there, driving the cock all the way in, balls slapping against your ass, prompting squelches that echo around the room.

thanks, megumi had never see as his father fucks the babysitter. megumi once called you mom, but you explained that you ain't his mom, in the response, you heard:

'but my dada [dad] said i can call you my mom'

you saw as toji smiles, waiting for your answer. then you have begun to know each other as partners. toji had known you're gonna the perfect mom and wifey.

'megumi will wake up soon.'

'i will take care of him.'

he kissed your lips before distracted himself from your lips to rock your uterus hard. you're both at your limit, feeling the breath becoming short and the heart beginning to pound frantically - soon the both of you will reach your orgasm.

he put your arm on the tummy, entering as far as it goes, as you felt his cock protrude. he murmured softly through gritted teeth: 'i'm here, baby.'

toji tossed his hand back, when the strands have finally covered his view of you, staring at your cute facial emotions as you're closing your eyes tight, shrinking the hole, milking his cock to cover walls in the white hue.

'cum with me, doll, cum, cum, cum-'

you have come first, creating a ring around his base, sucking out his sperm. his groaning filled the whole room as he fills your walls with his semen. the cock still pulsing in your hole that has been squeezing.

he bent your body over, making you lay down on his chest with the cock inside. your heart beats frantically in your chest as you both try to regain your breath. you squeeze his cock once more, feeling your joined fluid oozing slightly from your hole.

he put his hand behind his head, the other holding your waist. your body trembles slightly in a post-orgasmic state - toji is ready for round two, you can see it in his smug face.

'my good girl, you are my little girl'

you kissed his chest, moving towards his lips, wiggling hips to tease your lover.

'say it again, toji.'

'that you're my pretty little girl or that i love you so much, which one?'

you like hearing toji saying he loves you, kiss your palms and one finger on which he wants to wear a ring that will bind you by the bonds of marriage.

he's certain right now - he had found his family. his wife. he gently kisses your face, as if afraid to scare you off, pulling out his flaccid cock, to bring you as soon as it possible to his face, letting you sit on his stomach.

you run your hands over his strong shoulders, giggling - how he will explain that scratches to megumi? he ran his pads over your tired body, touching you lightly on your oozing crotch.

'love, we should take a bath.'

'not before i dot your body with kisses'

he again bent you over on your stomach, kissing the back of the shoulders, slowly coming down on your butt. as an apology, he grabbed your butt softly, leaving on the red butt-cheeks kisses.

he might be a psycho while spanking you, although always making out with kisses through all your body.

'megumi is probably have woken up, toji~'

'lay down here, princess, i will take care of our son'

he pulled on his sweatpants as he left the room. sex with him at times like this - is exhausting. you didn't notice how he covered you with a sheet before feeding his son. megumi asked him where you are, but toji answered him in a manly way:

'she's resting now after having s-, after playing, 'gumi'

'playin'? why i didn't play?'

he only sighed as he helped his son to eat. a childish question that he could have answered, but he didn't.

when you woke up, you found out toji's head between your legs as he licked you. you didn't try to push him away, you just spread your legs wide.

'you're awake now, baby.'

he kissed your inner thigh, wrapping his teeth around your clit, not biting it, just feeling how tender it is.

'toji, where's megumi?'

you literally jumped out of bed if it wasn't for his hand on your knee. he kisses your hole, clearly hearing you purr.

'baby, he's playing in the garden. focus on the euphoric feeling.'

regardless of still being tired from the spicy hours, you gave yourself to his tongue, allowing him to bring you one more orgasm before you will walk to the megumi to say good morning.

the only thing better than toji's tongue - his thick cock.

you had enough for a few minutes, lavishing his mouth with liquid. he chuckled, licking up all the drops, moving closer to your face to give you a morning kiss.

'good morning, little one.'

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i'm sorry again for the mistakes and the long oneshot, maybe, you don't like big ones and i should make drabbles? it must a drabble, tho. okay, 0.3 notes [because i know it's huge, and you love drabble rather than os] and i'll write abt dilf satoru gojo?

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daydreaming-in-letters · 3 years ago

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School Prize Night

(A Good night, Mr Cavill Sequel)

Part 1 - Through my eyes

07/07/2021

Pairing: teacher!Henry Cavill x plus-size teacher!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 2,531

Warnings: rpf, body issues, self-loathing, angst, sexual innuendos, comforting, fluff, Henry being the sweetest boyfriend a (plus-size) girl could ask for

Summary: It's School Prize Night at Miss Y/L/N and Mr Cavill's school. But as she is getting ready for the event, she finds it impossible to accept her reflection in the mirror.

A/N: As I already feared, this dream of a man simply refuses to leave my thoughts. And so I used the first day of the summer holidays to come up with a four part sequel to Good night, Mr Cavill. So here is the first part. I'm afraid it has become a little angsty, but I promise to make it up to you with a lot of teasing and passion in the other parts.

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For a long time she had been wondering what to say whenever someone asked her what her special talent was. Now she knew, pinching her paunch harshly between her fingers until it formed a prominent, round bulge. Self-loathing. That’s what she was good at. A profession she had perfected over the last years.

And as if to prove her point, half the contents of her wardrobe lay scattered around her feet, mocking her with all their colourful beauty that magically turned into hideous abominations as soon as they covered her form. If she didn’t know any better, she would let herself believe that she was somehow cursed—a gorgeous princess trapped inside the body of a manatee. But sadly it wasn’t that simple and instead of an evil witch she could only blame herself for the reflection she saw in the mirror.

Giving herself another once over, she actually considered covering her eyes to spare herself the view, when thankfully her eyes seemed to have mercy on her tortured soul and salty tears began to blur her vision. Too late, as she noticed. The gears of self-hate had already started to turn and once they were in motion, nothing could stop them, pulling her deeper and deeper into the darkness.

She hardly realised that her whole body was trembling by now, her knees finally giving out underneath the weight of the world that pressed down upon her shoulders, making her sink onto the plush carpet with a heartbroken sob while the world around her fell away.

“Darling?” The familiar voice came from somewhere down the hallway, but she couldn’t hear it in the state she was in. “Do you have any idea how to tie a decent Windsor knot? I’ve watched this stupid video about a million times by now and I just can’t seem to—“

His heart almost stopped beating as he stepped into the bedroom, his eyes immediately falling onto the pitiful picture of misery that used to be his girlfriend, crumbled into a tight package in front of the mirror.

“Y/N?” But instead of an answer there just came another soul shaking sob from the huddled creature and he didn’t waste another second to get over to her. “Whatever is the matter, love?” His voice was warm and soothing as he squatted down beside her, but it was still not enough to break through to her. Desperate to find a clue as to what might have caused her distress, he took in the setting and when his eyes finally landed on the pile of clothes that surrounded her devastated form, he suddenly understood.

With a sigh he sat down beside her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug before he pulled her onto his lap. “Sh, darling. Don’t cry,” he cooed, rocking her in his arms like a child. Slowly his hand drifted across her hair, as if his touch could just stroke her pain away, his lips tenderly pressing down on the crown of her head, before his cheek finally came to rest there.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do,” she croaked hoarsely, and the only thing that pained him more than the agony in her voice were her next words, “considering that you will leave me someday soon.”

He knew that it was only her insecurity speaking and yet he felt a bit slighted that she still couldn’t fully believe his feelings for her were nothing but true.

“Now why would I do that?” he muttered into her hair as calmly as he could, “I love you, Y/N, and as long as you don’t want me to, I’m not going anywhere.”

Something about his words must have finally gotten through to her as he could feel the sobs die away bit by bit and he was almost positive that he would find a small smile on her face when she wriggled out of his embrace, but to his surprise he was met with a pair of defiant eyes.

“How can you be so sure of that? It’s only been three months, Hen. That’s probably just the hormones talking, and once they’re back to their normal levels, you’ll finally see the real me. And I can’t blame you if you want to run as soon as you realise what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“Hey!” he barked, his hands clutching her face in a firm grip to make her look at him. “You know how much I hate when you talk about yourself like that.”

“Yeah, well, I guess it’s easier to love yourself when one looks like you,” she spat and he regretted his harsh words instantly as he saw the tears that were threatening to fall again.

“Oh, no, darling. No, no, no. This is not about me and my body image, it’s about you.” He sighed again, his jaw clenching dangerously and he needed to close his eyes for a second to force his anger back down to its source. “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to see yourself the way I do, maybe not, but that doesn’t give you the right to question the way I feel for you. You see, just because it’s hard for you to love yourself, doesn’t mean it’s hard for me as well.”

And there they were, the tears that had been threatening to fall again, streaming down her cheeks freely now. “I’m so sorry, Hen. I should never have—“

“You bloody well shouldn’t have,” he said sternly, but then his eyes softened like they always did whenever he looked at her and he pulled her closer to press his lips to her forehead in a symbol of forgiveness.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, her head fell down onto his shoulder and she nuzzled his warm skin affectionately. “Ugh, I’m such a mess,” she mumbled, and he could feel her lips move against his skin.

“No, you’re not, darling. Like so many, you’ve been traumatised by an ideal created by the media and greedy companies, telling you to constantly chase after their standard of beauty instead of focusing on those things that truly matter.”

For a moment, a deafening silence settled between them, but he knew she simply needed a while to think about his words. And just when he could feel the uneasiness of doubt crawl from the pit of his stomach, she sighed, a deep sound of realisation that soothed his worry.

“I guess you’re right,” her muffled voice came to his ears from the crook of his neck. “You always are. Perfect idiot.”

Her little remark coaxed an amused chuckle from his chest and he could feel her body tremble in his arms from the vibration. But when his face fell upon their reflection in the mirror, the short moment of lightness suddenly died away and he wished with all his heart that just once he could give her his eyes before he would lift her around her body so she could feel what he felt whenever he looked at her. Grasp the reason why he loved her so much and why he never wanted to look at anyone else for the rest of his days. If only—

Silently he signalled it was time for them to get up and as soon as he stood, he offered her his hand and pulled her up against his chest. Colliding softly with his firm pecs, she could feel his lips brush against her ear, his deep voice causing a shiver to run across her skin.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, his hands drifting over the small of her back and down to her full cheeks, squeezing them reassuringly.

“Of course I do.”

“Then close your eyes.”

And so she did, without hesitation. Slowly she could feel his hands glide up her body again, stopping at her waist when he ordered, “Now turn around.”

His strong hands guided her as she carefully obeyed his wish again and she could feel his hot palms come to rest on her stomach, her back securely leant against his chest.

“Hold out your hands, sweetheart, palms facing upwards,” he demanded, and she wasn’t sure what exactly caused the heat to pulse through her nether regions, his hot breath that fanned across her shoulder, the authority in his voice, or the enticing combination of both. She had no idea what he was up to, but she couldn’t help the slight pang she felt when his hands suddenly left her body. He must have picked up on the little twitch of her lips before she could stop herself from pouting, judging from the triumphant chuckle that made his chest quake. Cocksure bastard.

But then she could feel his touch again, his fingers gently gliding along her forearm until his hands pushed underneath hers.

“Let me show you something, darling.” And as if the dark timbre of his voice would actually leave her a choice but to let him take over from here, his lips ghosted across the sensitive spot of her neck to ensure her compliance.

She was still trying to concentrate again when she felt something squishy and warm underneath her fingertips and it actually took her a second to realise that he had brought their joined hands to her belly. On reflex, she tried to pull away, but his grip on her tightened to hold her back.

“No,” he growled, his lips close to her ear again. “I want you to feel yourself, to try and see yourself through my eyes. Just a few minutes, that’s all I ask.” But still he didn’t proceed until he could feel her resistance melt away. “Can you feel how soft your belly is? So velvety smooth, it’s practically inviting you to touch it, to caress it, to relish in its malleability. Mmmh, so wonderfully soft,” he moaned his appreciation, making her insides tingle pleasantly.

“And here, can you feel this?” He guided her hands towards her hips, pressing her fingertips into the supple flesh. Slowly moving back and forth, she could make out the small ripples he had probably wanted her to notice. “I know you hate your stretch marks, but whoever decided to call them that probably had no idea what they truly are.” He made a short pause to emphasise his next words. “They’re tiger stripes. And you earned them all on your way to becoming the strong tigress you are. So be proud of them.”

She had wanted to protest when his lips pressed lovingly to her temple, a gesture that always made her soft for him, and her will to speak up against his sugarcoating of her flaws fizzled out.

“Mmmmmh,” he sighed again, as he lead her hands to her rear, “now let’s come to one of my favourites.” Slowly he made her hands move in circles across her behind, as if this was necessary to help her visualise the incredible magnitude of her butt. And to top it all off, the absence of her visual sense seemed to further enhance the depths of the dips and dents that coated its surface.

“It’s not only the luxurious lushness of your behind that compels me to run my hands along it as often as I can and squeeze it tightly. No.” He growled lowly again, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he made her fingers dig into her cheeks and this time she found it impossible to hold back a moan. “I wish you could see the way it jiggles and quivers with every thrust of my hips when I take you from behind. It’s magnificent.”

“Oh God, Henry,” she mewled when she could feel the treacherous wetness pool between her legs, soaking her panties in an instant. She wanted to pull away again, but this time to spin around and press her body against his while her lips devoured his filthy mouth before it could drive her completely insane with need. And yet again, Henry was stronger, securing her in her current position for just a little longer.

“I see you’re starting to get the point of this whole exercise. Good for you, darling.”

“Henry, please,” his teasing made her whine, as it always did, and she almost missed how he hooked her fingers underneath the straps of her bra to peel away the obstructive lace.

“Sh, don’t fuss. This is the best part, I promise.”

And with that he closed her hands around her voluptuous breasts, massaging them tenderly. “Did I promise too much? This really is the good stuff, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ve ever held anything as fluffy as these two delights in my hands. I still remember the way they moved to the rhythm of our lovemaking that first night. So enchanting. But you know what is even better?” he asked, his head dipping down to nuzzle her neck yearningly. “To rest my head upon your chest after we both came undone. I love to be embedded by this softness while I can listen to your heartbeat. There is something so utterly bewitching about witnessing how it slowly calms down after I made you touch the sky.”

Without thinking twice her eyes flew open, just in time to catch a glimpse of all the affection his heart held for her as it reflected so openly in his blue eyes.

“Oh Hen!” And finally he didn’t hold her back when she tried to spin around, cupping his stubbly cheeks gently in her hands. “I love you so much.”

And without giving him the chance to answer, her lips found his, moving with them until she didn’t know anymore where she ended and he began. Her head still spinning slightly, she broke away, their heavy pants the only noise that filled the silence for a while.

“And I love you.” A beaming smile curled his lips, passing on to hers while it slowly set her on fire. “Even the parts you despise. Maybe I love them the most. And I will not stop loving them for the both of us until you can love them too.”

She didn’t know what she could have possibly replied to that. He was right, it was still a long way to go. There would always be difficult times. After all, self-love wasn’t a permanent state she would be in for good once it was reached. She rather saw it as a concept, an idea she would possibly never reach in her life, but at least she could count on him to be there and help her see through his eyes whenever she was struggling.

“Now, can I make a suggestion regarding your outfit?” he derailed her train of thought. “Take the white summer dress with the pink peonies I love so much. You know how great your ass looks in that, don’t you?” He smirked while, once again, his fingers dug into her behind.

“So you keep telling me, Hen.”

“Because it’s true.” His lips briefly brushed over the tip of her nose. “And it will remind me all night long of all the things I’m going to do to you as soon as we get back here.”

Part 2

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bookishofalder · 4 years ago

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Night Changes [Two]

Night Changes Series Masterlist

Summary: The reader fucks up. The question is, why? Poe remembers the first time he had to say goodbye to her.

Warnings: Angst, angst, language, sadness, violence, injury description, bacta-shot briefly described. WC-5,385

A/N: This one is super angsty with some great flashbacks! Get ready because after this chapter things really pick up, maybe some of that smut will make an appearance 👀

You slammed your bedroom door shut, anger and embarrassment coursing through you. You don’t think you had ever been as angry in your 14 years, wanting to scream and throw yourself on your bed to cry. Since your mother wasn’t home, you opted for the former, letting a shrill shriek escape, filling the room with your anger.

Even as you did this, you heard the front door open and close, fast footsteps on the floor telling you he was coming straight to your room. Damn, in your blind rage you forgot to lock the front door.

Not that locking the door had ever stopped Poe from getting into the Horn household.

“Go AWAY, Poe!”

His footsteps stopped just outside your door, the brainless, annoying, terrible Poe Dameron not stupid enough to try and open your door when you were this angry. Still, he called to you through the thin wood, voice strained with regret and worry.

“Please, I’m sorry-“

“You are not, you jerk!” You yelled back childishly, as a fresh wave of tears slipped out. At least he couldn’t see them. You caught your breath before continuing, “I saw you grinning over at Charlie when you punched Tahla! You enjoyed it!”

“He was touching you!” Poe responded, “Kissing you and touching your face! How else was I supposed to-“

“You were supposed to let me make out with the hot guy, Poe!” You growled, ripping open your door to glare daggers at your former best friend's face. Not expecting you to do this, he almost fell into the room as he had been leaning against the door. Once he straightened himself up, Poe frowned down at you, bewildered.

“I didn’t realize-I mean, I thought he was being fresh. Charlie thought so too.” As if your brother had anything to do with Poe’s overprotective reaction.

You gave him your worst look, marching further into your room and tossing your jacket on your bed angrily, hands gesturing wildly. “I’ve had a crush on Tahla for like, two months, Poe! He finally asks me out and gives me a pretty innocent kiss and then you come out of nowhere and punch him! In the face!”

You crossed your arms over your chest, staring at your floor now as you worked to keep any more angry tears from coming. Poe was silent for a beat, then stepped a little further into your room cautiously, as though you were an enraged mudhorn.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know any of that, I jumped to conclusions,” You gave a humourless laugh, because when did Poe ‘better to ask for forgiveness’ Dameron ever not jump to conclusions? “Honestly, I didn’t hit him too hard, he’ll be fine.”

You couldn’t help it, you stomped your foot. As though you were a small child. You were so incredibly frustrated, you actually stomped your foot down. With another angry cry, you stormed across the room and pushed Poe, who barely moved because even just two years older he was so much stronger, broader, solid. It only made you angrier, emphasizing every other word with another hit to his chest. “You kriffing idiot, Poe! He’s never going to speak to me again now! What gives you the right, huh?”

You finally looked up at him only to see a confusing mix of emotions cross his features, the most prominent of which appeared to be regret. “I’m really, really sorry. I’m just protective of you, I know I shouldn’t have done that.” He hung his head in shame, a hand moving to rub the back of his neck tiredly. You knew him far too well not to realize how sincere he was being.

You softened, only a little. “Poe, look,” You wiped under your eyes as you considered your words, “I like that you’re protective, don’t get me wrong. I know you love me. But you can’t just do stuff like that! I didn’t punch that girl from Tatooine when I found you guys making out last year, did I?”

Poe gave a small laugh, nodding his agreement. “Yeah, I don’t know what came over me...I promise it won’t ever happen again. Unless,” He paused and looked at you, his head tilting slightly, signature grin reappearing, “Unless you ask me to.”

“Thank you,” You stepped closer, into his space and wrapped your arms around his waist as you gazed up at your...well, you suppose he could remain your best friend. He stiffened briefly before his arms wrapped around you in return. “Poe, I love you too, you know, you idiot.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

You had fucked up.

It wasn’t a planet-shattering mistake that cost lives or the mission but considering your fuck up occurred directly in front of Poe, it sort of felt like it was that bad. And really, what the hell had you been thinking? Weeks of working together without issue and today was the day the cold professionalism shattered thanks to your behaviour. Kriff. And fuck.

You couldn’t explain what came over you, one minute everything was going as much to plan as it could when infiltrating a small but well-manned First Order outpost for data. Suddenly, the next moment you were disregarding protocol to shoot a Storm Trooper outside of your zone, only to miss the one hiding within your zone and getting your ass handed to you. The pain in your gut increased somewhat as you remembered the hit you’d taken not so long ago.

Temmin suddenly flipped onto a private channel, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Black-2, uh, I’m leaving Black Leader to you on this one, if that’s okay.”

You sighed, “Yes, Black-3, understood. Best to avoid the area if you know what’s good for you.”

“Yeah, I’m not getting caught in the crossfire, Major.” He agreed, before wishing you luck and cutting out.

It was almost funny when you landed and saw Temmin hoofing it quickly away from the landing zone, Karê also nowhere to be found.

Great squad, leaving you to handle the Commander’s rage on your own, you thought bitterly to yourself despite knowing full well it was anger that was deservedly going to be aimed at you.

You groaned inwardly as you watched Poe land nearby. You knew he was livid because, after your egregious failure in judgement, he ceased speaking to you entirely, which was very uncharacteristic for Poe. You had been the one giving him the indifferent, haughty attitude, which simply drove him up the wall. Instead of getting angry, he just didn’t shut up, as if he hoped eventually he’d say something to pull you out and make him feel better. He wanted you to have a big reaction, so it was the last thing you were going to give him.

He was going to yell now, though. And you’d let him because he was your commander, you had disobeyed orders, and that was all that mattered. You were so ashamed of yourself you hadn’t bothered to update him on your condition. Which was becoming increasingly uncomfortable because the hit you’d taken to your stomach had caught you so entirely off guard you weren’t braced in any way for the impact. And the Storm Trooper had packed a mean fucking punch.

You sighed heavily before moving to exit your X-Wing, grimacing at the pain and taking it slow. You’d go to the med bay once he was finished reprimanding you, and then you were going to bed. Where you’d stay for a few days and wallow, just because you could. Today had not been your day.

You waited patiently for Poe to climb down from his ship, watching his stiff movements, the way he all but threw his helmet on the ground. Standing as tall as you could manage without straining your aching belly too much, you jerked your chin up and met his eyes levelly, your expression respectfully neutral. You braced, ready to take your dressing-down.

At least it was quiet in the hangar.

“What, and I can’t stress this enough, the actual fuck was that, Major?” He barked, storming up to you and stopping only a few steps away, his hands on his hips. Briefly, you recalled the number of times in your life you’d seen him this angry, and how he’d always stand the same. That anger had never been directed at you before, however. “You know what, don’t answer that. Instead, tell me why you think you’re above basic protocol?”

“I don’t, Commander.” You replied evenly, holding his gaze as he glared at you with the power of seven suns. You fought down the part of you that wanted to snap at him because you needed to separate the Poe you once thought was a friend from the one in front of you who was your superior.

“Because protocol includes abandoning clearing your own zone to take over in mine. Did you think I was suddenly incapable of handling myself? Did something happen which led you to believe I was incapacitated?”

His voice hadn’t risen, now it was just steady, loud but he wasn’t exactly yelling. The dripping sarcasm was more than enough to get his message across. You took a steadying breath, then paused to try and stop yourself from wincing in pain.

“I did not think you were incapable, sir. I-I...” You faltered here because you truly had no idea why you reacted the way you did.

It was simple enough; breach the base, take down as many as possible but be quick and get BB8 to the control room to steal important data that would be harder to get from a more well-manned and larger base. Protect the droid while he worked. And up to entering the control room, all had gone well enough. Captain Temmin Wexley and Kare Kun, Black-3 and Black-4 respectfully, were with you and Poe, stationing themselves at the doors to the control room while you and your Commander breached.

You took out several officers and Storm Troopers within your zone, and you did think you had cleared it. You really did, but you were in the process of following protocol and checking when movement across the room-in Poe’s zone-caught your eye.

And you did abandon your zone. Because when you saw the downed but obviously not dead trooper raise his blaster directly at Poe from just a few feet away, something inside of you simply responded, as natural as the instinct to blink when it was too bright, you had turned and aimed your blaster at that trooper and shot him directly in the middle of his helmet.

And then the Trooper who had been hiding in your zone had pulled you roughly back way by your hair, your scalp prickling from the force, and used your distraction to his advantage when he pummeled your stomach. He had hit the air straight out of your lungs and you knew you’d have collapsed to the ground if he wasn’t holding your hair.

He never did get the chance to consider raising his blaster to finish you off, though. Poe had charged him, one moment you were crying out in pain and the next he practically pounced on the trooper, who had released you to try and defend himself until falling limp to the floor with a blaster shot to the head, Poe having wasted no time in killing him.

You had stumbled back, hitting a wall and panting heavily, watching as Poe rose from atop the trooper, turned to look at you with fire in his eyes, and then just as quickly looked away. You weren’t stupid enough to say anything, so you simply worked to catch your breath, your eyes on the droid successfully stealing the data.

At your failure to explain yourself, Poe’s brows shot up so high they threatened to disappear into his hairline, and he stepped closer to look down at you. “I’m sorry, Major, didn’t quite catch that. You want to go ahead and speak up?”

You settled on a partial truth, having nothing more to offer. “I reacted to a threat to my Commander. Poorly, yes, and for that, I do apologize.” Your last word came out strained, the pain in your stomach becoming more than distracting now when you took in too much air.

Poe noticed, his brows dropping into a frown as he gazed at you, eyes moving from your face, which was sweaty, to your awkward posture. “Are you injured?” He demanded.

You nodded, “Slightly, sir. I’ll go to the med bay after.” Ah, fuck though, it did hurt. Maybe you should just stop talking altogether until you could get a bacta shot.

Crossing his arms, Poe leaned away from you and sighed as his expression softened a little, “Just go. And don’t pull that bullshit again. Fuck, you should have been excited at the prospect of seeing me get hurt, (y/n).”

You weren’t going to give that statement any acknowledgment because he knew it wasn’t true, he just said it to be mean. Pursing your lips, you gave him one curt nod before stepping around him and making your way out of the hangar. You didn’t look back, but you sensed his eyes on you as you hunched over, clutching your stomach and hobbling as quickly as you could.

Thankfully, the med bay wasn’t too far from the hangar, though it certainly felt a lot further now that you actually wanted to be there that exact moment. You garnered a few looks as you walked along, your expression was positively livid from the pain and the shame of the day. When you came through the doors of the med bay, you saw a nurse stationed in the entryway at a neat desk, where she typed away on a datapad.

When she glanced up at you, she did a double-take before jumping to her feet, her eyes landing briefly on your flight suit patch. “Major! My goodness, are you alright?”

You bit back an angry retort and settled on a pained grunt, pointing at your stomach. “Took a serious punch here, armoured trooper.” The nurse nodded at your explanation, stepping around the desk to help lead you around the corner where a room was set up with several beds. She indicated the nearest one, which you walked up to, hesitating to sit.

“I’ll just get a healer.” The nurse said kindly, hurrying through a set of doors to your left.

You shut your eyes, tears springing up the moment you were alone. You tried to hold them in, turning carefully and slowly, slowly lowering yourself to sit gingerly on the bed.

“Fucking fuck fuck!” You hissed, the movement and shifting of weight causing the pain to spike, your back tightening in protest.

A clearing of a throat alerted you that another person was in the room now, just in front of you based on how close they sounded. But you kept your eyes shut, afraid that if you opened them tears would fall, and you hated when anyone saw you crying.

“Major, I’m Healer Derrin. I’m going to quickly assess you before giving you a bacta shot. Is that alright?” His voice sounded kind enough, a little amusement laced in his words telling you he heard your less than ladylike cursing moments before. Not that you ever cared about being proper or delicate.

You nodded, “Sure thing, doc.” Eyes still pressed tightly closed, you jerked a little when his hands slid over your wrists, gently easing your hands from clutching your stomach. You dropped them to the bed and fisted the sheets as the healer began to prod your abdomen.

You couldn’t help it, you groaned in pain as he did this, fighting the urge to push him away.

“I know, you’re doing great. Listen, I need you to lay down so my med-droid can quickly scan you for internal bleeding, can you do that for me, honey?”

Normally anyone calling you ‘honey’ would earn a swift kick to the nuts, but given the nature of your predicament and the fact he was clearly trying to comfort you, you let it slide. Without a word, you let yourself go limp and tried to lay. He caught your shoulders and helped you, saying words of comfort as you swore repeatedly. The droid got to work the moment you settled, and it didn’t take long from there.

“I need to just unzip your flight suit to get access to your buttocks, Major.”

“Yep.” You replied tightly, not giving two shits how he went about giving you the shot. His hands moved with care and respect, though you wore the standard-issue white shirt underneath your suit. You knew a few female pilots who liked only wearing their bra beneath the suit and never understood their thinking. You liked to be prepared for anything, and sacrificing comfort for sexiness never did appeal to you.

Once he finished, his hands moved to your hip, rotating it slightly and moving the fabric of both your suit and your underwear aside, your left butt cheek now exposed. You felt something cold and wet on your skin, then the sting of a needle and then pure bliss as the bacta shot was injected.

Your body immediately sagged into the mattress, a relieved sigh escaping your lips as the pain vanished. You opened your eyes as the droid removed the needle and the Healer began zipping you back up. And stars, the healer! He was like something straight out of a Corellian soap opera, the definition of tall, handsome and unfairly fit. And he was smiling at you, flashing bright white teeth as his blue eyes searched your face with professional care.

“Better?” He asked, laughing when you merely nodded happily, a noise of content humming out. So much better, you could fall asleep right that moment.

He helped you sit back up, though you didn’t need the help anymore. You felt amazing like you’d never known pain in your life. Bacta was the shit. You’d only had it twice before in your life, once when you were a teenager and the other time just after you’d joined the Resistance.

“Thank you, Healer, really.” You breathed, smiling up at him. You held out your hand, eager to correct your initial, though understandable, rudeness. “Major (y/n) Horn.”

Healer Derrin shook your proffered hand, returning your smile with his own. He had fair hair, a smattering of freckles that only made him that much more endearing, and you suddenly felt a little shy. Although he had just seen half your ass, so what was the point in feeling shy.

“Great to meet you, Major.”

“You too, wish it were under better circumstances, but I suppose this is the nature of our work.” You replied with a shrug, flushing slightly when he gave another warm laugh. You weren’t sure if you were flirting exactly, because you hadn’t done that in years, but it felt nice all the same. You’d mostly kept to yourself since coming to D’Qar, really only socializing with your team and a mechanic who had long hours. It had been a little lonely.

You stood, straightening your flight suit as the Healer entered a few notes into a datapad. “Now, if you have any sort of discomfort or pain in the next twenty-four hours please come straight here, but otherwise you’re good to return to duty.” He gestured toward the way out and you walked with him, pleasantly surprised he was walking you out. “If I can be bold, Major...?”

He stopped walking at the doors to the med bay, which opened as you turned to look up at the healer, curious. “How so?” But you could guess. He was rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, his eyes warm, an almost shy nature about him suddenly.

“I...I’ve seen you around, a couple of times only but you always, that is. Uh,” He paused, laughing to himself a little as he struggled, and you tried to give him a kind smile as you patiently waited for him to get it together. “I think you’re really pretty, and I’d love to take you for a drink sometime.”

Despite sensing where the conversation had been moving, it still didn’t prepare you. You’d had a few one-night rendezvous over the years, casual intimacy for the fun of it. But this was new, not so heat-of-the-moment but rather just a pleasant man complimenting you and asking you out. “Oh,” You grinned, “That’s sweet of you. I’d like that, Healer-“

“Rush, you can call me Rush.” He was smiling too, relieved.

“Rush,” You repeated, “Well Rush, you know where to find me when you want to get that drink.” And giving him one last smile and a little wink, you spun away and stepped into the hall, feeling a little giddy.

Until you saw the back of a familiar Commander disappear around the corner ahead, shoulders stiffer than when he’d climbed out of his X-Wing half an hour before. Huh.

Poe had experienced too many strong emotions for one day.

Though anger seemed to be the star of the day, which was new for Poe as generally his anger burned away quickly if ever it did come up-he just wasn’t one to sit in a single emotion for very long. Today though, he’d gone from shocked outrage to seething fury to whatever the fuck anger seeing you get asked out by some cocky Healer had brought on.

When he’d watched you leave the hangar, he saw the weird way you walked and knew you’d been hiding your injury the whole time he’d yelled, something that both impressed him and fed his anger. You were supposed to report injuries to him straight away, not let them fester until you were nearly ready to pass out.

Stars, you were fucking stubborn.

He’d followed you to the med bay, concern overriding everything else, and waited by the nurses' station while you were treated. He could hear you making pained noises, trying to bite back sobs, to hide how much you were hurting. You’d always been a bit of a masochist, preferring to suffer in silence, alone, whenever possible. He’d sat outside your door growing up plenty of times, listening as you sobbed, knowing you were aware he was there but unable to leave you alone. And you’d never really asked him to leave, so long as he stayed quiet and didn’t mention it when you eventually let him in the room.

Still, he’d always hug you and quickly claim it was for him, not you, and you’d just give a watery laugh and roll your eyes.

When he heard you sigh happily getting your shot, he went out into the hallway and debated waiting for you. He still had words for you, still needed a proper explanation for your mistake, because you didn’t make mistakes. Not like that, during a mission, and certainly not simply to protect him. He thought perhaps you had wanted to clear his zone just to prove a point, to show off because you’d spent the last few weeks essentially ignoring him, giving him a shoulder so cold he wondered how you didn’t turn into fucking ice.

But when he turned in time to see the Stormtrooper you’d missed pull you back, he realized you hadn’t finished clearing your zone, you had not been trying to best him. You had actually, astonishingly, fucked up.

The surprise was far outweighed by the force that rose within him when he watched you take the hit, your little body just folding from the muscle behind the punch, your cry of anguish filling the air. Protectiveness, the likes of which he never felt toward another person, surged and aided him in tackling the trooper away from you at the same time he aimed his blaster and took the shot, killing him.

And when he stood up and saw you watching him, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, he became overwhelmed. Because you suddenly looked exactly like the (y/n) Horn he’d grown up with, all the walls and pretenses and cold shoulders stripped away just for a few seconds, revealing the you he knew so well underneath. It ripped at his heart, grief and longing swirling around as he thought of how much he missed you, missed Charlie, missed his old life.

So he let the anger take over because that was easier than trying to play it all off and scold you at that moment before promising to chew you out after the mission. No, he allowed you to see his fury and when he approached you back on base and saw you waiting for him with your head held high, he knew the message had been received, all the same, the old you locked back away and ready to cooly take your verbal punishment like any other good pilot.

Fuck, he hated this. Hated working with you and having to see every day the person you had become to him, what his actions and words had reduced you to. He’d seen you outside of missions, around the base and in the caf. You were content to be alone, occasionally sitting with Temmin or a friendly mechanic named Ana who was assigned to your ship. He never saw you out at the only cantina nearby, never even saw you laugh. You were like a shell of who you’d once been until Rush Derrin seemed to pull out an unfamiliar side of you when he’d asked you out.

And though he hadn’t yet figured out how to try and heal his relationship with you, Poe had been thinking about it constantly. What to do, how to say he was sorry. How to convince you without causing you to pull away even further. So the fact that a random guy had just managed to make you laugh, smile, agree to a date, well that was more than enough to fuel his anger.

The thing was, after Charlie, it was tough, hard as shit to deal with what his life was without you or your brother. After some time, he learned how to lock it all back, avoid it as much as possible to protect himself. Because he hadn’t had any luck in figuring out where you’d gone and he was losing hope he’d be able to find you and beg for forgiveness. But then, working with you these last weeks had proven that those years apart had been easy, so fucking easy, compared to the pain and misery of being so close to you again but feeling like a different person. Feeling like you weren’t the (y/n) he remembered and wondering if she was lost forever, that he’d never be able to find his way back to her. Which meant that Poe would never breathe freely again, didn’t it?

He hadn’t breathed properly since Charlie’s funeral.

Poe wanted to punch something, but he hurried away before you could see him and instead went straight to his room, where he would spend the next hour standing under scalding hot water. It was an attempt to help him clear his mind, though once he relaxed enough it only ended up wandering right back to you, to memories he’d locked away for years, his walls crumbling useless heaps now.

“You know, I’m really going to miss you, Poe. Is it bad that I don’t want you to leave?”

Poe looked down at you where you lay curled into his side, the two of you lounging together on your bed, a night like a million others only this one was different, final.

It was the last night before he and Charlie shipped off to basic training, to become real pilots with the Resistance far, far away. He was beyond excited as he’d been dreaming of joining for as long as he could remember, but torn because you still had two years before you’d be joining them, and even then you’d be doing basic and kept busy with that until you could be assigned. He could only hope that he and Charlie were assigned to the base by the time you came along, but it all seemed too far away, too much time apart.

“No, I get it,” He replied, tightening his arm around your shoulders, “I’m going to miss you more than anything on this entire planet, sweetheart. I don’t...I’m not even sure how to exist without you, you know?” Truthfully, his entire life orbited around you. He wasn’t sure what it would do to him to leave.

You hummed sadly in agreement, “At least you’ll have Charlie. I have to figure out how to live without either of you,” Your voice broke, and you paused to try and prevent yourself from crying. Poe waited for you to continue, but let his tears fall freely because fuck, this hurt. “Thought I’d be ready for this, but these last few months together have just flown by and now you’re both leaving and I’m going to be alone.”

And there, there were the tears you so often refused to give in to, springing free and pulling sobs from deep within your chest. When you did cry, it only ever seemed to be for Poe. He was the only person you let take care of you, the only one allowed to see the vulnerability.

He sat up, pulling you with him and tugging you into his lap, his arms crushing you against him as you both cried. He always adored how well you fit in his arms. How perfect it felt to press his face into your neck, hold your body against his. He was going to miss this, miss you, so fucking much.

You were right; the last few months together did fly by, and he still hadn’t told you...but he couldn’t, wouldn’t, not now, not with so much time apart literally on the horizon. He’d debated the same thing for years, questioning his decisions these last few weeks because they were going to be the last together for quite some time. But you were his best friend, he didn’t want to risk anything right now by admitting...well, there was no point in thinking about it anymore.

He and Charlie were leaving, and you were going to have to live here without them for the first time in your life. They would be busy and together, you would be on your own. He wasn’t going to add another layer of baggage to your shoulders before leaving.

Of course, they would write, possibly visit once or twice but there were so many variables to that possibility there was no point in getting his hopes up that it would happen. Two years, in the grand scheme of the universe they were nothing, minimal, no time at all. But even just a night away from you had become unbearable to Poe. As much as he was ready and excited to go, he knew he was leaving half his heart behind and he was content with sitting in that and being miserable about it here with you safely tucked into his arms.

“You will never be alone, sweetheart, not really.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair, one hand absentmindedly rubbing your back in soothing circles. “Doesn’t matter how many galaxies separate us, I will always be with you, and you with me. I promise.”

You clung to him tighter then, your face pressed into his neck as a fresh wave of sobs wracked your body, and Poe joined you because saying goodbye, even for just a little while, was the fucking worst.

Poe and you stayed together all night, eventually falling asleep for a few hours before dawn brightened your room and you each awoke. Saying your goodbye’s and I love you’s until Charlie joined you, sandwiching you between him and Poe and giving you both the saddest grin.

And in those final moments where life was just the three of you, Charlie promised you’d all be together again. That you would fly together on the same Squadron before you could blink, fight until you won the war and spend the rest of your years laughing and flying and living until you were all old and grey and cranky.

And you’d each felt better because when Charlie made a promise to either of you, he never let you down.

Poe continued to stand under the running water, his anger now faded, replaced with an indescribable sorrow. His choked sobs filled the otherwise quiet space, long after the water turned cold and night settled in outside.

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Because I'm obsessed with Hivemind Etho, here's another little story with them for the @hermitcraftheadcanons Hermitopia AU. As before, this is just a quick piece that's only been lightly edited because of the time constraints of this community AU.

This is also some setup for a potential future confrontation for somebody else to write.

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The two Ethos stood at the door to the apartment, waiting for the hour to strike.

It was all they could do to not to brush the hastily cut and dyed hair away from one of their selves' forehead, or fight against the overly tight suit and tie, or scratch at the cheap surgical mask that sat in place of their regular cloth face covering, or the makeup that tried to conceal their prominent eye scar. The other self pulled their jacket closer, trying to extract enough comfort from it for the both of them.

The clock struck 7am. Etho knocked.

A few minutes later, the door was pulled open by a bleary-eyed Mumbo in a dressing gown.

"Hello– oh no what are you doing here please don't hurt me please don't hurt me."

The undisguised Etho pushed through the doorway as Mumbo backed away from the Unrestrained villain, now fully awake.

"Your ID card," said the Etho, entering the room.

"What?" said Mumbo.

"Your ConCorp ID pass," clarified the Etho, holding out their hand. "Give it to us. Now."

"Um, I don't think I'm supposed to do that," said Mumbo, desperately searching for something to grab.

The Etho's eyes bore into Mumbo, cold, unflinching, unwavering. One looked right at him while the other seemed to look right through him.

"Um, right, ok," said Mumbo. "Uh, can you pass me my bag? It's in there."

The disguised Etho entered the apartment and grabbed the briefcase sitting by the door, opening it and grabbing the pass inside, clipping it onto their own trousers. They closed the bag and held it beside them.

"Um, ok," said Mumbo. "I– is that all you wanted?"

"Your phone too," said the undisguised Etho.

"Please no!" Mumbo pleaded. "I can't lose that. What if there's an emergency and I need to call for help but I don't have my phone so the apartment burns down or if somebody gets hurt and I can't call an ambulance or–"

The Etho took a step forward. "Your phone," they repeated.

"Ok ok please don't hurt me," said Mumbo, retrieving his phone from his pocket and holding up both hands.

The Etho grabbed the phone and tossed it over their shoulder at their other self, who caught it flawlessly.

The Etho looked between the cowering Mumbo before them and their other, disguised self. About the same height. Hair roughly similar enough to pass. The ConCorp-issued suit didn't fit quite the same, and the face mask was an obvious difference, but it was close enough if nobody gave them a second glance.

And, having been observing Mumbo for the last few weeks, there didn't seem to be anybody who would give Mumbo a second glance.

The disguised Etho turned silently and left. The other Etho shut the front door and turned the lock, trapping them and Mumbo inside.

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The disguised Etho walked up to the ConCorp entrance at 8:53am. This seemed to be the average time of Mumbo's arrivals. They walked towards the turnstiles and swiped Mumbo's pass.

"Everything alright?" asked a receptionist behind the main desk, presumably concerned by the face mask.

The Etho coughed. "I'll be fine," they croaked.

"Sweetie, if you're feeling unwell, you should be at home, resting," she said.

"Got stuff to do," croaked Etho, walking forward into the elevator before any further questions could be asked.

"Where's your office?" the Etho at Mumbo's apartment asked, sitting in a corner of Mumbo's couch from which they could see the whole room.

"Um, at ConCorp HQ," said Mumbo, fiddling with a teabag.

Etho sighed. "Precise directions from the elevator please," they said.

"Oh, uh, straight ahead down the corridor, last door on the left," Mumbo said.

The "Mumbo" Etho followed the described path and scanned their pass to enter the room.

The kettle clicked. Mumbo poured the boiling water out into the mug. The Etho in the apartment tensed, ready to spring away at any sign the hot contents would be flung towards them.

"And what's your password?" asked Etho.

"For what?" said Mumbo.

"Your ConCorp laptop," said Etho, the faintest wisps of exasperation creeping into their otherwise carefully controlled voice.

"I am so getting fired for this," sighed Mumbo.

"Better your job than your life," Etho replied flippantly.

"Of course," said Mumbo hurriedly. "It's – oh gosh I can't believe I'm saying this aloud – it's BMX4lyfe95!"

The Etho at the office typed it in. Finally, the internal network was open to them.

They started working to set up a reverse proxy to tunnel out from behind the firewall. Another of their selves at home was already positioned to connect to the network tunnel as soon as it was opened.

Mumbo poured milk into his mug, throwing away the teabag and walking over to the lounge. The Etho already on a couch got ready to jump, but Mumbo just sat down across from them and took a sip.

Mumbo stared down into his mug. "You're a hacker, right?" he asked, his eyes not looking up.

"One of my talents," said Etho cautiously.

"Since they're gonna fire me anyway, can I ask a small favour?" said Mumbo, still acting like his tea was the most fascinating thing in the room.

"Depends," said Etho.

Mumbo drummed his fingers against the mug. "I have this friend, Iskall," Mumbo said. "He's one of the office workers at ConCorp. I made his cybernetics after he got injured. But they keep breaking in weird ways and I don't know why. His explanations don't make sense! The metal I use doesn't melt like that from accidentally touching a stove. They shouldn't buckle like that from tripping into a wall. They shouldn't shatter from falling down a flight of stairs. I'm... I'm just worried for him. Is he in danger? What isn't he telling me?"

The Etho on the couch was quiet for a few seconds. "You only have partial access to the VEX files," they said. "There's a lot I can't find here."

"It's so creepy how you do that," said Mumbo.

Etho ignored him.

The Etho at home let out a quiet cheer as they managed to connect through the tunnel into the ConCorp network. They started browsing, collecting, and saving as much information as possible.

The Etho in the office switched their focus to finding some sort of privilege escalation vulnerability that would let them access the more secure files.

"Erm, I probably should have asked before," said Mumbo. "Would you like some tea? Some breakfast?"

"I'm fine," said the Etho in the apartment.

"So, uh, do you have any hobbies?" asked Mumbo.

"Please don't small talk," said Etho. "I'm busy."

"Oh, ok," said Mumbo. "Can I go grab a book or something then? Since, y'know, I don't have my phone or laptop or anything."

Etho nodded. "But if you call for help," they said, "I will know about it and I will make you regret it."

"Of course," said Mumbo.

The Etho in the office kept prodding at the ConCorp intranet. What they needed were the credentials of a superior, maybe even the Director himself. Hmm, it seemed from this directory structure that the Director was Mumbo's direct supervisor. It would only take a few hours to set up some sort of spear phishing attempt that would let them pivot directly onto the Director's computer. As long as they didn't get caught first, of course.

Etho opened Mumbo's calendar and declined all meetings that day that wouldn't look suspicious to avoid. There weren't many meetings to sort through.

"How often do you get visitors to your office?" Etho asked Mumbo.

"Iskall usually comes for lunch when he's not swamped by a project," said Mumbo. "Otherwise, nobody else just pops 'round usually."

"How about your boss?" asked Etho.

"He's busy," Mumbo said. "I have to go to him if we ever talk."

The Etho in the apartment nodded, settling back to focus on what their other selves were doing.

***

Hi Cub, Etho typed. Can you review this interface I made? It should let us remotely view what's happening with our heroes through their cybernetics. With some extra work, we could get actual video from their perspective to send to the media!

Etho sent the message, then sent the file with their exploit. The exploit was covered by a very quickly and poorly thrown together interface which returned the live location of a GPS receiver they had found in the lab.

They left it a few minutes, stretching back in Mumbo's desk chair as they waited for a reply.

Finally, one came through.

Hey Mumbo. Great prototype! We'll probably need to pass off development to the actual software engineering team, but this is a great initiative. I'm proud to have a thinker like you on our team!

Etho allowed themselves a smile as they checked to see if their exploit had worked. There it was, a tunnel open on the expected port right into the Director's machine. Jackpot.

The Etho at home pivoted through the new tunnel and started scraping as much information as they could.

"Your friend is a mercenary," the Etho in Mumbo's apartment said, making Mumbo jump at the sudden sound.

"Wait what?" said Mumbo.

"Iskall is a mercenary and assassin for ConCorp, working for them in exchange for ConCorp saving his life," clarified Etho.

"Iskall, a mercenary?" Mumbo said. "No no no no no. That can't be!"

"That's what his file says," Etho said with a shrug. "Either way, I've got what I need. I've called you in sick for the next week, and I'm keeping your pass to enforce that. Your phone will be returned, but I've programmed it to inform me if you let any part of today slip. I hope you understand."

"Uh, thank you, I guess," said Mumbo.

"I'll be here with your belongings in half an hour," Etho continued, standing up.

"What do– oh, right," said Mumbo.

"And don't do anything stupid," said Etho, opening the door to leave. "As thanks for your assistance, the nHo will try to keep you safe from any upcoming confrontation. But if you break this trust, that guarantee will not hold."

"I understand," said Mumbo, gulping at the idea of having to further betray his company, his friends.

The Etho left his apartment.

#hermitopia au #ethoslab #etho #mumbo #mumbo jumbo #res writes

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moonlitceleste · 4 years ago

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Elevator Love (Ch. 1)

A/N: Welcome to my first multi-chaptered fic! This was supposed to be a one-shot but I kept writing and here we are. I’m not super happy with this, so I’m probably going to rewrite it eventually. Staring at my document hasn’t seemed to help so far, so I’m probably gonna take a break on this and work on requests. For now, just sit back and enjoy :D

Marinette gnawed on her lip nervously as her fingers toyed with the ladybug keychain on her white crossbody purse.

Her eyes were glued to the towering Wayne Enterprises building before her. The big “W” atop it seemed to stare her down, issuing a silent challenge for her to walk past its doors.

“You got this, Marinette!”

The heroine smiled weakly at Tikki’s assurance—although she did appreciate the sentiment, Marinette wasn’t quite sure she could agree.

She was not prepared to meet Tim whatsoever.

Sure, they had been friends for nearly two years—but regardless, Marinette couldn’t help but stress.

It had all started when Tim decided to commission MDC for a few pieces, offering a large sum of money in exchange for her efforts. Despite being doubtful of whether or not he was truly who he claimed to be, Marinette accepted the request.

Soon enough, back-and-forth emails progressed to casual texting, which led to an eventual friendship. The two seemed to click naturally, which was evident in their smoothly-flowing conversations.

Tim knew everything there was to know about her (barring her identity, of course), yet they had never met in person.

He was the co-CEO of a multi-billion dollar company and she was a prominent designer that moonlighted as a superhero—finding time to video chat one another was hard enough.

But now that Marinette had finished université, she had nothing tying her down to Paris. 19 was a young age to be done with school, but her life wasn’t exactly normal.

That’s why a few weeks before graduation, Marinette decided to email Bruce Wayne.

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision; Tim had made an offhand remark about how he wished he could be there for her graduation, and the cogs in Marinette’s brain began to turn. Maybe he couldn’t come to Paris, but she could go to Gotham.

Once her mind was made up, it was only a matter of planning.

It was surprisingly easy to get ahold of Tim’s father; from then on, everything else fell into place.

Perhaps attempting to surprise someone as smart as him went against her better judgement, but it was too late to turn back now.

Marinette’s phone pinged, and she scrambled to press her thumb to its home button. Speak of the devil.

Mr. Wayne

It’s ready.

Tell your name to the receptionist at the front desk, and she’ll give you a lanyard with a pass into Tim’s office as well as a set of directions.

I apologize again for not being there to guide you; unfortunately, I have other matters to attend to.

Marinette tucked the gift box she was holding under one arm, freeing her hands to type out a response.

Marinette

Thank you so much for your generosity, M. Wayne!

I really appreciate all your help in planning this, and for allowing me to surprise Tim in the first place.

Despite your busy schedule you’ve gone through so much trouble to help me. I really can’t thank you enough!

Once she pressed send on her last message, Marinette inhaled deeply.

Her hands moved to smooth down the soft fabric of her blush pink dress.

It was an admittedly simple ensemble, but the billowy sleeves and fluttery skirt gave it a delicate flair. Her white strappy sandals, circle purse, and wavy half-up braided hairstyle tied it all together nicely.

Marinette checked herself over one last time to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything. She tucked her phone into her purse, grabbed the box containing Tim’s gift, and turned to look at the imposing building with a burst of newfound confidence.

Here we go.

“To the right…” Marinette muttered. “Or was it to the left?”

The designer scrunched her nose in confusion, turning around in a circle to better survey the building.

She had already obtained the lanyard and directions, but decided to make a last-minute detour to the bathroom. It shouldn’t have been a problem since Marinette was a few minutes early, but now she was lost. Sure, the place had a fairly open floor plan, but it was enormous! She couldn’t be expected to navigate this.

In hindsight, maybe deciding to deviate from her original schedule had been a mistake.

Marinette sighed and started walking. She didn’t want to disturb anyone, so wandering aimlessly was her only other option.

Well, it wasn’t her only option—she could easily use her Ladybug magic to give herself a push in the right direction, but Tikki would disapprove. Oh, and it was wrong to use her powers for selfish gain. Marinette totally remembered that.

Turns out she didn’t even need to use her Ladybug powers, though; it only took a few minutes of searching for her to stumble across what she was looking for.

About 10 meters away was a set of elevators lined up against the wall. A glowing “up” arrow was visible on the panel beside a pair of open steel doors.

Marinette’s eyes widened at the sight of the open elevator. She promptly broke into a jog, careful to keep her speed somewhat appropriate for the environment. The doors started to close, and Marinette’s heart raced faster. There was a shadowed figure inside, but due to the angle they likely couldn’t see her.

“Wait!” she called as loudly as she dared.

It was almost funny how similar the experience was to her lycée days.

Marinette pushed the thought to the back of her mind—she would rather not taint her day with memories of that dumpster fire.

She turned her attention back to the elevator, whose doors had retreated. Thankfully, the person inside heard her. Marinette slowed her pace as she covered the last few meters, but was mindful to not walk obnoxiously so.

As she approached her destination, it became increasingly apparent that whoever was inside was remarkably tall.

Ugh, she could practically hear Tim’s jest in her head—are you sure it’s not just because you’re short? He loved to poke fun at her height with short jokes, even though he was only 8 cm taller than her.

Anyways, despite her petite stature, Marinette was sure the person inside would be considered tall by any standards.

She prepared a friendly smile, a “thanks” on the tip of her tongue when they finally came into view.

The first thing she saw was a pair of worn black men’s work boots on what was an admittedly toned body.

Marinette didn’t let her eyes linger on the muscles there, rather opting to trace her gaze from the man’s body up to their face. And wow, was that a gorgeous face.

She wasn’t the type to fall for someone based on appearance alone, but Marinette would be crazy to think this wasn’t the most attractive person she’d ever seen.

He had messy black hair with a pure white streak in the front, tousled to perfection in a way that would make a supermodel jealous. His brilliant green eyes were pools of emerald, richer than any shade she had seen before. Marinette would gladly drown in them.

Speaking of his eyes, he was looking at her with his captivating gaze and mesmerizing face...

Marinette would forever deny swooning at the sight. She would never swoon.

(She totally did.)

Say something! she scolded.

“Uh, than-thank you.”

Oh no. It was the stutter.

Not just a stutter, but the stutter. The one that only appeared when she was nervous and/or talking to hot guys.

Marinette had long outgrown it—or at least, she thought she had—but apparently now it was back with a vengeance.

Her face heated up, and she moved forward to press the button to her designated floor before taking her place some distance away from the man. She turned her head away in embarrassment, hair shielding her face so he couldn’t see her flushed cheeks.

If she had been looking up, perhaps Marinette would have been prepared for the flood of incoming mass. But she was too busy cursing herself to notice the group of people entering until she felt a nudge on her right side.

Marinette squeaked at the stack of boxes that was suddenly in front of her face and looked up to see a small group of workers entering the elevator, pushing a large platform truck stacked with packages. She shuffled on instinct to make more room.

The cart seemed way too big to fit, especially with the capacity of the elevator. Someone would have to contort themselves, or at the very least they’d be squished up against one another uncomfortably.

Marinette watched as they pushed the platform truck in all the way. It left the tiniest bit of wiggle room, just enough space for someone to squeeze past.

The designer found herself slowly edging towards her left each time another person wiggled their way past the load.

The elevator wasn’t too crowded, and the process went relatively smoothly—that is, until the last worker attempted to get inside.

He had a build somewhat similar to her Papa: tall and large, so his struggle was understandable. It took a minute of grunts and loud sighs, but he managed to slip past the obstruction and into the elevator.

His large frame, however, meant less space for everyone, and Marinette felt the sudden impact of being shoved.

She couldn’t help the soft yelp that fell out of her mouth as her feet stumbled, and before she knew it her left side was firmly pressed up against someone.

Oh god. It was Hot Guy. Of course it was him.

She pressed her lips together in mortification, arms squeezing Tim’s gift to her chest even tighter.

“Sorry.”

Marinette nearly jumped as the husky voice spoke quietly next to her ear. Her head whipped towards the direction it came from, which wasn’t exactly hard to place. There was only one person on her left side.

She turned her head to face the man with the white streak. She had to crane her neck awkwardly in order to properly see him, which really put into perspective their height difference.

His green eyes were sincere, and Marinette could see the apology in them.

The lack of space wasn’t his fault whatsoever, but it was nice to see someone care about her boundaries.

“U-um, it’s okay.”

Marinette smiled at him shyly, then diverted her eyes away. Her brief burst of courage could only take her so far.

Before she knew it, the ride was over. The elevator stopped with a ding, and coincidentally enough, everyone was headed to the same floor.

Marinette fished out the set of directions Mr. Wayne had written from her purse, skimming over them once more. Her stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of finally meeting her best friend.

She barely noticed the workers pushing out the platform truck or Hot Guy walking away, the outside world long forgotten.

Marinette’s body went on autopilot, following the instructions on the paper until she found herself stopped in front of a sleek door. She didn’t know what it was made of, but she was glad it wasn’t glass like many other things in Wayne Enterprises. That would make her surprise a lot harder to pull off.

Above the key card security system on the left was a name plate, nearly identical to others she had passed on her way here. The name Tim Drake was written in elegant silver cursive letters, the metal gleaming as if it were brand new.

Marinette’s chest tightened in anticipation as she pulled out the lanyard Mr. Wayne had given her. She took a deep breath before knocking twice.

There was a short pause before a familiar voice responded.

“Who is it?”

She scanned her card and opened the door.

“Marinette?!”

A/N: For reference, Marinette is 5’3” (160 cm) and Jason is 6’4” (193 cm), so there's a 13" (33 cm) difference. I tried to use French terms and measurements so it'd feel more like Marinette's perspective.

And yea, I'm not super proud of this so I'm probably gonna rewrite it in the future. I have a bunch of other WIPs to work on though, so sorry in advance for my wacky updating schedule!

PERMANENT TAGLIST @avengerthewarrior @enternalempires @freesportspalacesalad @h1sss @nathleigh

#maribat #celestewrites #timari #platonic timari #jasonette #cel's fics

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a-simple-gaywitch · 4 years ago

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The Other Side of Someday

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: After Spencer and (Y/N) break up, everything changes

Warnings: Criminal Minds-Typical Violence, Angst

Genre: Angst. It’s basically just angst

Word Count: 2807

A/N: Title taken from Sara Bareilles’ Gonna Get Over You. Please messege me/send an ask if you want added to my taglist

“The saddest thing about love is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.”

~William Faulkner

You and Spencer Reid didn’t start your relationship in a very conventional way. After the “death” of Emily Prentiss, you and Spencer turned to each other for comfort as you mourned for your friend. Shockingly, Spencer made the first move. He was over at your apartment and the two of you were watching a movie, trying to ignore the pain of losing a woman you both saw as a big sister and friend. Seemingly out of nowhere, Spencer kissed you. You’d been friends with Spencer for nearly five years, and you’d had a crush on him for almost as long.

Your relationship strengthened the BAU. You and Spencer were practically joint at the hip and your thoughts bounced off the other. Your relationship lasted for a little over a year, before everything changed.

Spencer drew away from you. He already wasn’t big on PDA, but even in the privacy of your own apartments he didn’t hold you or kiss you like he used to. That was your first clue things weren’t right. The next sign was when he seemed to avoid you whenever he could.

You cornered him on the way back to the hotel after a long day working a case.

“Spence, what’s going on?” You asked, grabbing his wrist as he made his way to the door.

He wrenched his arm out of your grasp. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on, Spencer. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No, of course not, I-”

“Then tell me why you’ve been acting so weird lately!”

Spencer sighed. “I think we should break up.”

“Oh.” You were silent for a beat, trying to figure out how to respond. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, when one person wants to break up, you break up. Just… Can I ask why?”

“I just,” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t think our relationship should go any further.”

“Oh. Okay. Well, I’m going to ride back to the hotel with Hotch and Rossi,” you said before ducking out of the precinct.

Thankfully, the case didn’t last much longer, and you were able to keep your personal issues out of the case. Unfortunately, though, you were surrounded by profilers. When JJ noticed you picking at the salad you’d picked up, she sat next to you.

“What’s going on with you? Are you okay?”

“I don’t know, Jayje. Spencer and I broke up.”

“Oh, (Y/N).” She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug as her Mom Instincts™ kicked in. “I’m sorry, I know how much you love him.”

“I’ll be fine,” you assured her, shrugging out of her arms. “It hasn’t affected my job, and I’m not going to let it.”

You know that feeling when you’re on a roller coaster and it drops suddenly? That was how you felt when you discovered the real reason Spencer broke up with you. When he came into the office panicked, you knew something was wrong.

“Spence? Are you alright?” You asked him as he ran up the stairs to the briefing room.

Spencer told the team what was going on. His new girlfriend was kidnapped, supposedly by her stalker. He was beyond stressed. His hair was a complete mess and the dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than they usually were. The team agreed to help bring her home, off the clock.

“Hey, you alright?” Penelope asked you.

“I’m fine,” you said. “Why wouldn’t I be? We’re rescuing a woman from her stalker, we’ve done this before.”

“Well, yeah, but it’s Reid.”

Speaking of, Spencer came up to you, his hair more of a mess than it was before. “(Y/N). I need you to promise me something.”

“Sure, anything Spence. What do you need?”

“Get Maeve back safe. Please. Promise me.” His eyes shone with unshed tears.

“Yeah. Yeah, I promise.”

You couldn’t fulfill your promise, though you tried. You really tried. You just weren’t fast enough.

Spencer was distraught, as anyone would be after losing someone they loved. When he returned to work, he kept his distance from you. You thought he was the same with everyone else, until you saw him talking with Alex Blake by the coffee machine. You didn’t realize Spencer was angry at you until the team discussed the unsub and the victims still in his captivity.

“Don’t like (Y/N) rescue the vics, she’ll just let them die anyway.”

“Reid!”

“Spencer, what the hell?” you said.

“You promised you would save Maeve. And you didn’t.”

“I did what I could! None of us could have predicted what happened!”

“You let your jealousy get in the way, you let her die!” He fell silent for a minute before saying, “It should have been you.”

You took a step back in shock.

“Reid!” Hotch yelled at him a second time.

You pursed your lips before saying, “If you think I’d let an innocent woman die because of my own emotional complications, you clearly don’t know me at all. Maybe you never did.” You turned on your heel and stormed out of the precinct.

You sat on the step outside the building, your hot tears a stark contrast to the cool night air. When you heard the door open, you sniffled and dug the heel of your hand into your eyes, rubbing your tears away.

Rossi sat down on the step next to you and handed you a cup of hot tea. “He didn’t mean it, you know,” he assured you.

You looked into the steaming cup. “But he did. You didn’t see the look in his eyes, Rossi.” You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand. “He hates me now.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Rossi assured you. “But if it makes you feel any better, Hotch is really ripping into him for saying those things to you.”

You shook your head and scoffed. “It doesn’t.”

Rossi’s lips quirked into a sympathetic smile. “How about I drive you back to the hotel? You seem like you need some rest.”

Reid’s snide comments didn’t stop. They just became more discrete, and always when Rossi and Hotch weren’t around. It went on for months. It got to the point where you avoided Spencer as much as you could.

One day, after filling out your paperwork, you walked up the stairs to Hotch’s office and knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

You pushed the door open. “Hey, Hotch. Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure. Is everything okay?”

You looked out at the bullpen before you closed the door and sat down across from Hotch. You took a deep breath. “I think it’s time for me to leave the Bureau.”

“What? Are you sure? If it’s about something with the BAU, I can talk to Strauss about transferring you-”

“No, Hotch,” you said, giving him a sad smile. “It’s time for me to leave. Remember when Elle left and she said she used to get so excited when her phone rang, but she dreaded it towards the end? I understand that now.” You pulled the sleeves of your cardigan over your hands and gripped the cuffs in your fists. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I’m turning my credentials in on my way out today.”

Hotch sighed. “Well, I can’t say we won’t miss you,” he said.

“Could you just, uh, do me a favor? Don’t tell the team until after I’m gone? I don’t think I could face Garcia right now.”

“Sure,” Hotch promised. “Where are you going to go?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I have a Master’s in adolescent psychology, it shouldn’t be too hard to find a job.”

“Well, we’ll be here if you need anything,” Hotch assured you. “We’re only a phone call away.”

“Where’s (L/N)?” Morgan asked when the team gathered in the conference room the next day. “She’s never this late, is she okay?”

“Well, before we get started I need to give you all an announcement. (L/N) is no longer part of the Bureau.”

“What?!”

“Are you serious, Hotch?”

“And she didn’t tell any of us?”

Hotch held up his hand to silence the team. “She didn’t want to tell anyone because she knew you’d all get upset and try to convince her to stay.”

“Did she say why she was leaving?” JJ asked.

“She just said she thought it was time for her to move on,” Hotch explained. “She didn’t tell me why. But that’s her business.” He turned to Garcia. “The case?”

You’d moved on from the BAU, and, by extension, Spencer. You found a job as a school psychologist at a nearby high school, and you went back to school to get your doctorate. Every once in a while, the team would be on the news and you would think about calling them, just to talk to them. But you never did.

You were walking home from the convenience store on the corner of your street when someone jumped out and hit you in the head, knocking you out.

You woke up to blinding pain behind your eyes and the smell of manure in the air.

“Are you alright?” a rough, female voice asked as your eyes adjusted to the darkness.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright. Where am I? Where are we?”

“I don’t know.” You heard a chain rattle as the woman handed you a cup. “I’ve been here for days. I’m Laura.”

“(Y/N).” You looked into the cup. “What is it?”

“Just water,” Laura assured you. “He gives us a little bit every few days. To keep our strength up.”

“There was a girl here before me, wasn’t there?” you asked, cautiously sipping the water.

“Yeah. Her name was Ruth.”

“And now that I’m here…”

The sound of chains rattling on the barn door made the both of you look up.

“Hey, I just got Hotch’s text,” Spencer said to JJ as he walked into the BAU. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. He just said it was an emergency.”

They walked into the conference room where the rest of the team was already gathered.

“What’s going on?” Spencer asked Hotch.

“We have a high-priority case. (Y/N)’s the most recent victim.”

“Wait, (Y/N) (L/N)? As in our Angelface?” Penelope asked, panic rising in her voice.

“Unfortunately,” Hotch said. “This unsub keeps these women for about two weeks before… well…” He clicked to the next picture on the screen. “This woman was just found this morning. Laura Greenwald.” Spencer felt a lump in his throat, seeing the mutilation done to the woman. “And there was another abduction about two miles from where (Y/N) was taken. Let’s get to work.”

Your captor unchained the doors to the barn you were being held in and shoved a whimpering girl inside, her hands and wrists restrained and a burlap bag over her head.

You walked over to her and gently pulled the sack off her head. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Who-who are you?” she asked, sniffling. Tear tracks trailed down her dirty face. “Where are we?”

“My name is (Y/N),” you told her, untying the ropes around her hands. “I can’t say exactly where we are. I’ve been trying to figure it out since I got here.”

“Wait, how long have you been here?”

“Days. Maybe a week? I’m not sure.”

“Oh, god,” she whimpered.

“What’s your name?”

“Julie.”

“Don’t worry, Julie. We’ll get out of here, and we’ll get to go home,” you promised.

“How can you be so sure?”

“I used to work for the FBI. The Behavioural Analysis Unit. I saw men like him all the time. He’s devolving, he’s going to get caught, and soon.” The door started creaking open again. “Just hang in until they rescue us.”

The BAU had finally tracked down the unsub holding you and were gearing up to bring him in.

“Remember, we have to keep our heads,” Rossi said. “I know this is personal, but we can’t let our emotions get the best of us.” He made a point of looking at Spencer.

“Alright, let’s go,” Hotch said.

The team broke into the decrepit barn where you were being held.

“Arthur Sumner, FBI!” Hotch yelled. “Step away from the girl!” He took off in a run through the forest. Spencer started chasing after him, full speed. “Reid!”

Rossi walked over to where you were tied to a board, your arms above your head. You were unconscious. Rossi checked your pulse and sighed when he felt your heart still beating. “We need a medic!”

“Where is she?” A long-haired man said, jogging down the hallway. “Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Excuse me, sir,” Spencer said, “only family is allowed in to see Ms. (L/N) right now.”

“I’m her goddamn fiance,” he said. “Who the hell are you?”

Spencer’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “I, um-”

“We’re her family,” Rossi said, saving Spencer.

His eyebrows furrowed. “(Y/N) doesn’t have family.”

“Maybe not in the literal sense,” he said. “But when you work with someone for years and see the worst of humanity together, you become a family.”

He took a step back. “You’re David Rossi,” he realized. “I’m so sorry. I’m, I’m Gavin Lucas,” he stuttered, holding his hand out to shake Rossi’s.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Rossi said. “Come on, I’ll take you to her room. She went through a lot, so she’s heavily drugged and still unconscious.”

Rossi and the man walked down the hallway, leaving a stunned Spencer in the waiting room.

“She’s engaged?” he whispered to no one in particular.

“Agent Hotchner?” a nurse said, coming into the waiting room. “She’s awake.”

Hotch thanked the nurse before saying, “Reid, Morgan, let’s go.” They walked into the room where you were attached to several machines with multiple casts and bandages covering your body. Gavin was sitting next to you, holding your hand.

Morgan grabbed the second chair in the room and moved it next to the bed. “Hey, Angelface,” he said. “How you feeling?”

“Like shit,” you told him with a huff of a laugh.

Gavin squeezed your hand. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he promised.

“Speaking of, if you’re her fiance, why didn’t you report her missing? Why was the landlord the one to report it?”

“Reid,” Hotch warned.

“I was in Europe,” Gavin said, narrowing his eyes. “I take my AP students on a trip there every year.”

“Wait a minute, you go every year? Do you go at the same time every year?” Hotch asked.

“Roughly,” he said. “It’s always after Easter break.”

“Would you mind talking with us a bit? This changes our profile.”

“Sure.” Gavin kissed the back of your hand before following Hotch and Morgan out of the room, leaving you with Spencer. Thankfully, you weren’t left alone with him for long.

Garcia ran into the room, a giant gift basket in her arms, obscuring her face. “JJ told me you were awake.” She set the basket down and took Gavin’s empty seat. “She also told me you have a fiance. You better explain why you didn’t tell me anything about him. Who is he? What’s he like? How’d you meet? When did he propose?”

You smiled at Penelope. “His name is Gavin, he’s a high school history teacher. We met at the end of my first year at the school. I was going around to all the AP classes and telling the students my office was open if they were feeling stressed. Apparently he had a crush on me and his students knew, so they schemed ways to get him to ask me out.”

“Oh, that’s so cute,” Penelope said.

“He proposed right before New Year’s,” you said. “We went ice skating and he proposed while we were out on the rink.”

While you and Penelope were catching up, Spencer slipped out of the room, making his way back to the waiting room.

“You alright, kid?” Morgan asked when he saw Spencer’s face.

Spencer flopped into the uncomfortable upholstered chair. “(Y/N)’s engaged.” He hid his face in his hands. “She’s engaged.”

“Yeah, she is.” Morgan sat next to Spencer.

He looked up at Morgan. “I still love her.”

“What?”

“I thought I was over her. I thought I was in love with Maeve. But I’m still in love with (Y/N).”

“Well, Reid,” Morgan said, “you broke up with her. And she moved on. She’s happy. Isn’t that the most important thing?”

Spencer chewed his lip. After a while, he said, “I guess you’re right. All I want is for her to be happy. And if this guy makes her happy, I don’t want to ruin that.” He rubbed a tear from his eye. Morgan noticed, of course, and pulled Spencer into a hug.

“You’ll be okay, kid,” he said. “We’re all here for you.”

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” -Dr. Seuss

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