#how do I take this skirt off without dropping my purse which is attached

[selttiks4313]

Drunk at a wedding and have to pee the horrors never cease

[stayevildarling]

heyy! could you maybe do a love at first sight with mildred ratched, the setting could be anywhere. thank you!!

Mildred Ratched x Reader- First sight

word count: 7.3k

warnings: smoking, alcohol, fluff

A/N: this is my first time writing Mildred 👉🏻👈🏻

''Finally'' you think to yourself after you just arrived at your hotel a few minutes ago and after signing some documents and receiving your key card, you dropped everything in your room and headed straight for the outside area. As you arrived about half an hour ago, the bus from the airport taking an eternity, you saw the beach area with a bar and also what seems to be a terrace with some lounge chairs overlooking the beautiful ocean in the distance.

Walking out the big doors of the hotel and towards the terrace, hoping to get a good look at the ocean and having a few drinks because after all, you did book an all-inclusive holiday at this resort. As soon as you walk towards the only remaining chair by the bar, you feel the cool breeze from the ocean but also the heat of the afternoon sun. As you close your eyes for a moment, you hear the music playing quietly from the speakers of the hotel but also the waves crashing in the distance sending a shiver down your spine because you had been looking forward to this holiday for a while now, desperatly needing it as life seemed to exhaust you in a way it has never before and you were definitiely due for a break.

''Good afternoon Miss, would you like for me to take you to a seat and bring you some refreshments?'' a man approaches you, dressed in a hotel uniform and a polite smile plastered on his face.

''Um yes sure, I was actually just going to sit over there'' you say and point at the empty chair but he looks down before looking back up at you and explaining  ''I am terribly sorry Miss but that chair is reserved for someone already, how about I show you to one over here?'' he asks and points towards a row of empty chairs by the pool. Slightly confused and irritated by the fact someone would book a chair, you simply ignore it and smile politely at the staff member.

''Sure'' you say with a smile and follow him to one of the loungers and it seems more convenient because you can actually lie down this way and the fact you aren't far from the pool and bar seems even better.

''So what drink might I offer you miss?'' he asks politely and after thinking about it for a moment and glancing over at the bar and some drinks on a board you say ''Tequilla Sunrise please''.  He smiles politely and nods ''Of course Miss'' before leaving.

Absent-mindedly you scan your surroundings and you see the beautiful afternoon sun slowly starting to set in the distance and as your eyes scan the waiter coming over with your drink a few moments later, you see something out of the corner of your eyes. For a second you take your eyes away from the thing that caught your eye but something in your mind tells you to look again. You see a woman now sitting in the chair that you initially planned on sitting and despite her back being turned to you and that you are unable to see her face, you are even more curious as to why she wanted that seat specifically as she seems to be here alone and without company. As you scan her features you see her long red hair in a ponytail and that she is wearing a short sleeved shirt with flower prints on it.

Before you get to scan her any further, the waiter hands you your drink with a polite smile and the words ''Here you go miss'' and you smile before retrieving it and mumbling the words ''Thank you'' but barely able to keep your eyes off the mysterious stranger sitting a few chairs away from you. Shaking your head you remind yourself you didn't come here to observe strangers and waste your thoughts about why they booked a chair or not and so you simply lay back, sip on your drink and close your eyes, taking in the sun hoping you would get a little tan and also the peace and quiet.

Your mind can't help but wander to the reason that initially brought you here after your old job exhausted you so much and you couldn't handle it any longer. People often told you that you should take some time off and relax but you weren't just exhausted from working so much you were exhausted from life. Never did you want that life of working a job that paid the bills but that would make you dread the thought of going in every single day. Every sunday you would sit in your apartment and worry about going in the next day and just daydreaming about a different kind of life, travelling to all the destinations that you had seen in the newspaper before and just escape the nine to five life and capitalism. Growing up you had always been a little different, always having different dreams than your family, never wanting to get a job like that or maybe not even get a job and simply relying on a man, like your sisters. You never wanted a man in the first place, you wanted a pure and a true kind of love with a beautiful woman and travelling to all the beautiful destinations of the world before settling down somewhere with the girl of your dreams.

Momentarily your attention adverts back to the chair only to see it is now quite some time later and most people are gone and so is the woman in the chair. Huffing, you finish your drink and bring the empty glass to the bartender ''Another one Miss?'' he asks but you shake your head with a polite smile before tipping him and saying ''No I am good thank you'' and with those words you walk into the building again, passing by the hotel lobby and getting into the elevator.

Just before the door closes you hear an unfamiliar voice say ''Just my usual chair for tomorrow please'' and the staff member replying ''Of course Miss Ratched''. As the elevator goes up a few floors your eyebrows furrow for a second because despite never being in this place and not knowing anyone here, the voice sounded familiar but you don't know the woman at least not yet. ''At least I know her name now Ratched'' you think to yourself as you walk into your hotel room and drop on your bed because even though mostly doing travelling today and arriving here, you are tired and sleep quickly washes over you.

The next morning you are woken up by the sound of suitcases from people either arriving or leaving the hotel resort but it doesn't bother you in any way, being woken up by them as you wake up to the sun just rising and the soft sound of the ocean in the distance. As you look at the time you realize that it's now just turning eight am which means they are serving breakfast now. After stretching and closing your eyes just for a moment longer, you walk over to the little balcony attached to your room and step outside. Taking in the sounds of the ocean and the smell of both coffee and the delicious breakfast that is being served downstairs. For a moment you debate whether you might be allowed to have breakfast outside because the weather is so lovely, not too hot but sunny.

As you overlook the pool area you see that not a lot of people are outside yet but something catches your attention. You see the little bar area and loungechairs and that a few of them are already occupied by some families or couples. However, you also see the same woman in the same chair from yesterday and suddenly you remember her voice and name ''Ratched'' you think to yourself. She is sitting in the same position, overlooking the ocean and you see one of the waiters taking some juice and a platter with breakfast over to where she is sitting. For some reason you can't help but scan her features and you notice that she is wearing a long loose skirt and a green blouse with a belt. Her red hair is styled the same as yesterday and she is wearing a brown hat. Still you haven't actually seen her face but something about this woman interests you

''Must be the way she dresses'' you think to yourself because you don't often come across woman that put effort into their appearance and everyone from your old home town dressing and looking the exact same. Finally taking your eyes off the woman, you decide to get changed and take a shower as you didn't make it anymore yesterday after being so tired. It takes you less than an hour to get ready with showering, drying your hair and curling it slightly, putting on a jumpsuit that you had purchased for this holiday and some sandals. You grab your purse with your key card and a few other essentials and make your way towards the elevators and down to the hotel lobby.

As the elevator door opens you are greeted by a staff member ''Good morning Miss'' he says and smiles politely and you return the smile and mumble ''Good morning'' and he asks you ''Would you like me to serve you breakfast outside? or show you to our dining hall?'' and after debating about it a moment, the mysterious stranger sitting in that chair outside you quickly make the decision to have it outside.

''Outside sounds lovely'' you reply and he nods and takes you outside to the same lounge chair you sat in yesterday. ''Here is our menu Miss'' he says and hands you a card. After studying it for a moment you decide on a fruit platter and some juice to start your day healthy and light. It takes them moments to prepare it and bring it over to where you are sitting. ''There you go Miss'' he tells you and puts the food on the little table next to you. As soon as the taste of the fresh fruit hits your senses you close your eyes and hold in a little moan because this is everything that you have wanted when you decided on going on a holiday in the first place.

After finishing your food you make up your mind to relax a little and read the book that you had brought here and actually planned on doing something else but relaxing. Opening the book you drown in the pages and words and the world inside the book, the characters and places as if you are a character in the book. What you missed is that in the exact moment you opened your book and pulled it closer to your face, the mysterious stranger with red hair got up and walked right past you, on her way to her room to change into a swimming suit as she planned on going swimming. Because you are occupied with your book you don't notice any of these things or the fact you have yet to see her face and the universe seems to always interfear as soon as the opportunity of seeing each other is close.

Only after about a hundred pages you decide it's time for a break and time for a swim as it is really hot outside now and no one seems to be in the pool anymore, everyone now on their way to lunch or an activity outside the hotel. Thankfully you already planned ahead and put your swimming costume on underneath your jumpsuit so with one swift motion you take the piece of clothing off and put it neatly on your chair. After taking your sunglasses off and applying some sunscreen you walk over to the pool and you scan your surroundings. No one is here anymore not even your mysterious stranger and you wonder what she is up to before shaking the thought away and enjoying the cold water on your skin and swimming a few rounds.

For the remainder of the day you relax and take turns with reading your book, swimming occasionally and tanning plus enjoying a few cocktails that the nice bartender refills whenever you finish one. As the evening approaches, you decide to go back to your room to take another shower and get dressed, wanting to actually enjoy the buffet tonight and eat inside. After getting ready and checking your outfit in the mirror one more time, you feel slightly anxious as most people in this resort aren't here alone and either with their partners and family and you fear sitting on yourself slightly. However, you quickly shake the thought away and admire the dress you had bought for this holiday and you make your way into the large dining room, filled with tables of food and a kitchen where chefs prepare fresh dishes.

''Hello Miss'' a waitress pulls you out of your thoughts ''Room number please'' she asks and you reply ''301'' before she takes you to a table, overlooking the ocean. ''Can I offer you one of our fine wines this evening?'' she asks and despite you not really being a wine kind of girl you accept anyway. After wandering around the large buffet for a while you decide on a variety of salads and some pasta that the chefs prepared freshly for you with your chosen ingredients.

''Room number please'' you hear the same waitress say as you walk back to your table, where you find some wine and water. ''302 Ratched'' you hear the same familiar voice and name and instantly your head snaps the other way because you are desperate at this point to take a look at the mysterious woman's features. But as you turn around the waitress is already leading her to another table further away on the other end of the dining hall and you frown slightly. ''302'' the number keeps replaying in your mind and you can't believe that you and the redhead are neighbors after all and all the coincidenes so far.

After dinner you walk through the hotel lobby and you debate for a moment whether to go back to your room or whether to stay outside a little bit maybe taking a walk down to the ocean. In the end you decide to go to the bar by the pool considering it's already late and you wouldn't want to get lost on the way to the ocean.

You are greeted by the same bartender and a polite smile ''Hello Miss, what can I get you?'' he asks and after thinking about it for a moment you decide to order one of your usuals ''A magharita please'' you say with a polite smile and look down at your lap while he turns around and prepares your drink.

''Sounds lovely, make that another one please?'' you suddenly hear a familiar voice again, the same voice belonging to the mysterious redhead and apparently your neighboor in this hotel. Slowly your head turns in her direction, to your right where she is standing before taking a seat. She is wearing the same outfit from earlier this day but a different shirt and no hat. For the first time in these two days you had been here, you see her face and it's even more beautiful than you imagined. The first thing you see is her bone structures and how there isn't a single flaw in her features. She has dark eyebrows and beautiful red lips and the fancy looking earrings take your eyes off her face for a second. Quickly your eyes wander to her face again only to lock with her brown eyes and for a moment you fear you would never be able to take your eyes off her luminous and penetratring orbs.

''Mildred Ratched'' she introduces herself with a polite smile before the waiter interrupts your moment and places two drinks in front of you two. ''Y/N Y/L/N'' you quickly introduce yourself and thank the waiter with a polite smile before he walks off to the other end of the bar, where some people are sitting. ''Cheers'' the woman whos name you just learnt is Mildred says and raises her glass ''Cheers'' you mumble and yet again your eyes lock and in this moment everything starts spinning and you feel as if your heart might just beat out of your chest.

You feel something in your heart that you have never before, this sense of home and belonging and that the woman sitting next to you and focussing her attention on the drink again, is meant to be someone more as a distant stranger that you would meet at a hotel resort and part ways again. As you locked eyes with her for the first time it felt like your heart whispered ''That's the one'' and even though your brain is reminding you that things like love at first sight don't exist, the feeling in your stomach and chest proves otherwise.

''So when did you arrive here?'' you ask curiously, trying to make some conversation because you would hate for her to just get up and leave again and for her to walk out of your life again. ''The day before yesterday, you?'' she asks and you set your drink down before replying ''Just yesterday'' and the redhead simply nods.

''Are you here alone?'' the woman asks and you feel a little bit of relief that she is now the one asking the questions and keeping the conversation going. ''Yes I was due for a relaxing holiday'' you say and huff slightly ''Job or family?'' she asks and you furrow your eyebrows for a moment not understanding the question ''I mean it seems like you are running from something, I can tell'' she elaborates and for a moment you debate whether she is a therapist or something because how on earth is she able to read you this well already? ''Um my job I guess, I actually quit my job and I don't have any family'' you blurt out without thinking further and you look at Mildred for a moment, scared that you had just scared her away with that confession.

She simply nods and adverts her gaze because you are unaware that her story is somewhat the same. ''Are you here with any family?'' you ask after a moment of silence and the redhead simply shakes her head before explaining ''Here on my own, I'm more of a lone wolf just exploring the world day by day'' she explains and yet again your heart gives you an unfamiliar feeling.

For the remainder of the night you and the now not so mysterious woman talk about small things, you learn that she used to work as a nurse but is now just travelling the world and you tell her a bit more about your past. The two of you stay by the bar until about two am before the waiter comes over ''Let me guess you are going to kick us out?'' Mildred jokes and you chuckle, feeling slightly tipsy.

He smiles politely and nods ''We are closing soon Miss, also we are having a theme evening here tomorrow night, mexican with some food, dances and drinks, would you like me to book either of you a table?'' and Mildred looks at you for a moment before replying ''Sure that sounds lovely'' and he turns his attention on you ''Yes please'' and with that you tip the waiter and you and Mildred walk back into the hotel.

''What floor are you on?'' she asks as you two get into the elevator and you reply ''We are neighbors'' with a grin. ''Oh'' Mildred says and presses the button with a little smirk. ''I guess I will see you tomorrow'' she says as you part ways and you take one more look at her before entering your hotel room and falling onto the bed, daydreaming some more about your redhead neighbor Mildred.

The next evening approaches faster than you originally intended or expected for that matter. You woke up with a headache in the morning so you decided to take things slow and have breakfast inside. After that you explored the hotel a bit more and bought some pain medication as you forgot bringing some and hoping your headache would soon pass because you are looking forward to the mexican themed party in the evening.

For the remainder of the day you sat in your usual position, sipping on some non alcoholic drinks this time and reading your book while occassionally glancing at Mildred sitting in her usual spot and throughout the day a few times your eyes would lock and smiles would be exchanged. ''Excuse me Miss the preparations for the theme party are starting now, if I might ask you inside for a while until preparations are finished?'' your usual waiter informs you and you smile and retrieve your things only to bump into Mildred on your way up to your room.

''Oh hello there'' she says as you also get in the elevator ''Hi'' you answer trying hard not to blush. ''Will I see you at the party later?'' you ask and Mildred chuckles before asking ''Have you forgotten that we both booked a table last night?'' and you blush in embarassment as a result of your headache making you forget some details about last night. ''Oh sorry yeah I- I had a bit of a headache this morning I think it made me forget some things'' you smile and scratch your neck nervously. ''Sprite usually does the trick with hangovers or any lemon soda'' Mildred explains, the nurse within her showing. ''Oh thank you well I will remember that for next time'' you say and wink before you both walk into your hotel rooms to get ready for your nights.

Getting ready and finding the right outfit seems to take you an eternity because you can't quite decide on the right outfit. After spreading every piece of clothing you own and brought here all over the bed, you finally decide on a nice loose dress with some flowers printed on it. You spray some perfume and apply a little makeup before taking your handbag and walking out the room.

You could already hear music coming from downstairs and the party in the outside area and saw people there. However, you are unsure where Mildred is and whether you should knock on her door but then again you haven't decided on coming here together so it's a bit awkward. In the end you figure she must be downstairs already and you walk into the outdoor area only for your eyes to be blessed with the beautiful redhead angel.

She is standing away from everyone, overlooking the ocean and smoking a cigarette. Her hair is slightly curled and looks shorter than usual as she styled it differently. She turns around slightly to flick her cigarette away and you see her lips are the usual red shade but her cheeks are covered with a slight blush and her eyes with some eyeshadow. For a second you get lost, seeing her in a beautiful orange-yellow dress that exposes her shoulders and chest and once again you notice her perfect structure and your heart flutters for a moment seeing her like that.

''Good evening Miss, may I show you to your table?'' your usual waiter asks and you simply nod and finally take your eyes off Mildred and her stunning appearance tonight. ''Here you go'' he says and points you to a small table overlooking the ocean. Suddenly you get this feeling of really wanting to actually walk down to the beach tonight after being here for a few days and not even getting out of the resort. The themed evening seems nice, there is decoration everywhere and by the bar there is a little buffet with different foods and a menu card with all sorts of drinks and cocktails. They have also put up a little stage where a band seems to be performing any moment.

As you scan your area you see Mildred, sitting a few tables away from your own and for a moment you scold yourself for not just asking to sit together tonight and enjoy the evening together instead of separately.

''I will have a magherita please'' you tell your usual waiter and chuckle slightly seeing his sombrero hat that definitely does not suit him. ''In a moment Miss'' he says and leaves again. At the same time you see Mildred ordering the same drink and you feel confident so you wave at her to greet her and she waves back with a little smile. Your attention focusses on the stage as the band starts playing some music. ''Here you go Miss'' he hands you your drink and just as you are about to take a sip, you see Mildred raising her glass at you and mouthing the words cheers. ''Cheers'' you mouth and her eyes on you send little tingles through your body, yet again.

After about half an hour or so and a few magheritas later you decide to get some food and you almost bump into Mildred standing next to you, also a plate in hand and putting some food on it. ''Are you enjoying your night?'' she asks and you smile politely and think to yourself ''It would be much more pleasant spending it with you'' but instead you simply nod. ''You know I was thinking- only if you don't mind of course- we could maybe'' you start stammering and Mildred simply looks at you with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile on her lips. ''Yes?'' she asks somewhat impatiently and teasingly. ''Maybe we could sit together?'' you ask putting together all the confidence you have in yourself.

''I thought you would never ask'' she says and you almost died when you hear those words and see her walk away with a little wink. Retireving your plate now filled with food, you walk back to your table and grab your bag and drink before clumpisly making your way over to hers, almost dropping half of the things in your hand in the process. You sit down slightly embarrassed, your cheeks covered in a slight red shade. ''So, are you enjoying your night so far?'' you ask trying to make conversation while you start to have some of your food ''Yes I enjoy the Mexican theme'' Mildred explains and also starts eating her food

The two of you small talk for ages while eating and sipping on your mageritas, Mildred tells you more about what it's like to be a nurse and some funny patient stories and you tell her a bit more about your life before coming here, without going into any of the sadder details.

Momentarily your eyes widen as you just bit into a very spicy pepper and Mildred looks at you with a worried expression, thinking you are about to choke because your face is bright red and eyes widened still. ''Y/N are you okay?'' she asks, putting her fork down.

Somehow you manage to actually swallow the damn thing but your mouth is on fire ''Pepper spicy'' you choke out and Mildred quickly gets up and walks to the bar to get you something. ''I need some milk'' she explains to the bartender and he looks at her slightly puzzled but hands it her anyway. ''Pepper'' she chuckles and he simply chuckles back and watches her walk over to your table, handing you the glass. You look at her a bit dumbfounded at the white liquid that is clearly milk ''Drink up or don't you trust me?'' she asks raising an eyebrow and in your slightly drunk state you take it quickly and as soon as the liquid hits your mouth, it instantly stops the tingly and hot feeling on your tongue.

''Thank you'' you breathe out, feeling slightly embarrassed. ''As you were saying'' you try and change the subject and Mildred looks down with a smile and it's certainly the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. For the rest of the night, you and her enjoy each other's company and talk mostly and enjoy the atmosphere, music and several tequila shots. ''You know Mildred I haven't actually been to the beach yet, can you believe that?'' you blurt out slightly slurring your words. ''Well me neither, how about we explore it together?'' the redhead asks and even though everything is spinning a little of course you agree. ''Like right now?'' you ask excited and the redhead simply replies

''Sure this music is starting to give me a headache anyway'' and you follow her while she leads the way through the busy crowd of people dancing to the music and onto a little path down to the beach. Thankfully there are little lights leading down the stairs so you don't trip over and die on your way there. ''It looks beautiful doesn't it?'' you mumble seeing the moonlight shining onto the ocean and soon after you feel your feet on the soft sand and you take off your sandals and hold them in your hand. The two of you start walking and you can't help but think to yourself ''With the moonlight like this she is even prettier'' but you don't dare to say those words out loud, not knowing enough about her situation yet.

Thinking about her situation you feel confident and slightly drunk so you ask ''Might I ask why you aren't here with a gentleman accompaning you?'' but quickly feel embarrassed so you add ''Let me guess haven't found mister right?'' but it only makes the situation more awkward.

Just in this moment as if the universe is trying to save you, Mildred trips over a stone and you catch her just in time, holding her up with her hand and your eyes momentarily locking. ''Thank you'' she says and smiles shily. ''No I haven't found the right person yet'' she replies to your initial question and with that you abandon the question and move on, listening to Mildred talk about her travelling.

''I once met this man in France and I thought he was trying to ask me out but in reality he wanted to sell me baguette'' Mildred tells you one of her stories and you can't help bursting out laughing, causing for the redhead to do the same.

''My my it's late and we had too much to drink'' Mildred eventually says after walking up and down the beach and back to the stairs. The walk back to the hotel is mostly quiet because of some people still partying and singing loudly by the lobby and even in the elevators. ''I really enjoyed tonight, thank you'' you tell her and she places a hand on your shoulder and whispers ''Me too darling, see you tomorrow'' before walking into her hotel room, leaving you on cloud nine with that petname.

It takes seconds for you to fall asleep and you only manage to quickly take off your dress before sleep consumes you and it's the same for your neighbor Mildred.

The next morning you wake up considerably late, just before lunch time with a pounding headache and a sick feeling in your stomach. ''Ugh I will never drink again'' you tell yourself because this is the second hangover you have had on this vacation, just this one is considerably worse. For a while you don't get out of bed and wait for the feeling to pass, looking out your balcony window and seeing the ocean in the distance.

Eventually you figure it's time to get out of bed and you manage to have a shower but with the lights turned off and the curtains shut because the light is irritating your vision and only making the headache stronger. After getting dressed in a shirt and some shorts for today, as you don't plan on doing anything major, you walk down to the hotel lobby.

''Hello Miss unfortunately you have just missed breakfast but we will be serving lunch soon'' one of the hotel staff members greet you but the thought of food makes you even more nauseas. ''No thank you I am alright, just looking to get something to drink'' you say and walk to the outdoor bar area. Mildred isn't in her usual chair so you assume she is still asleep as well ''What can I get you miss?'' the waiter asks and you order your drinks ''Could I have these to go?'' you ask

Feeling confident, you make your way to room number 302 with two sprite cans in your hand, remembering Mildred mentioning it helps with hangovers and she for sure would have one too right now. You hear a faint ''Come in'' and you furrow your eyebrows, confused whether she was expecting someone. Hesitantly you open the door and walk inside, only to find Mildred sitting on the balcony, her knees pulled up to her chest and looking into the distance, wearing sunglasses and smoking a cigarette.

''Hi it's me'' you announce your presence and she turns to you a bit surprised, putting her feet back on the floor and her cigarette on the ashtray ''I thought it was the maid'' Mildred admits and you take a few steps closer and onto the balcony ''I um well brought these'' you say and hand her a can of sprite. Mildred can't help but smirk at the metaphor and you remembering her words ''That bad huh?'' she asks and you simply nod and add ''Well by the looks of it, yours is too considering you are wearing sunglasses despite the sun covered by clouds'' and once again the redhead raises an eyebrow at your boldness. She points at the other chair and says ''Have a seat''

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A few days later:

Just with every good and beautiful thing, this holiday is slowly coming to an end and you feel upset that today is officially your last day at the resort before you have to go back tomorrow. Although you have no clue where to actually go because you don't plan on going back to your hometown, not having anything to go back to or anyone for that matter.

After getting ready you walk downstairs and meet Mildred for breakfast sitting in your usual spot. Over the past two weeks, especially after that Mexican themed party, the two of you have gotten to know each other better and spend the remainder of your days here together. You learnt more about what used to be the mysterious stranger, booking the seat you wanted to sit in and she in return.

You had developed little habits like Mildred making the hotel staff add a chair next to hers and always booking those two for the next days. You would meet her downstairs and have breakfast together, overlooking the ocean. Then you would both kinda do your own things like Mildred smoking some cigarettes or looking into the distance, reading the newspapers. You would sometimes go for a swim or read your book but always near Mildred.

You started to grow more fond of her and you developed something more than a little crush on her and the feeling you felt when laying eyes on her for the first time, still hasn't changed. You feel the same tingle in your stomach and fluttering of your heart. It's like whenever you are close to her, you feel as if you forgot how to do anything no matter if speaking or breathing.

At the same time you have been feeling this wrenching feeling in your heart, not just sad about leaving this vacation but also sad about having to say goodbye to Mildred and not having the redhead around anymore. Nothing major happened between you in those two weeks and you doubt she has a thing for women in the first place but you still liked having the company of this woman and learning more about her.

''Hi there, it's a surprise to see you up and down here first'' Mildred notices as she finds you on your usual chairs. ''I guess I couldn't sleep anymore'' you mumble and she sits down slightly concerned, her eyebrows knitting. ''Are you alright Y/N?'' she asks but before you get to answer, the waiter comes over with your usual breakfast orders and also two glasses of champagne. ''These are a little goodbye gift from the resort as you are both leaving tomorrow'' your usual waiter says and you smile and thank him

The rest of the day, you spent with reading your book and finishing it, swimming a little more and talking to Mildred. ''How about we have dinner at the beach tonight?'' the redhead suggests and you are a bit surprised at her invitation. ''Yes I would love to, do you think that's possible?'' you ask wondering how that would work because the beach isn't on the premises of this hotel. ''Oh Darling come on, don't you know me by now? I am always prepared'' she says and explains how she already had the staff prepare a little something.

Just as the sun sets, you and Mildred walk down to the beach with a blanket and a basket that the staff had prepared so the two of you could enjoy your dinner by the beach. ''This is beautiful'' you state as you and her sit on the blanket and she sets the food and drinks down. ''They really are fantastic here'' the redhead admires the staff's effort and you were about to say ''So are you'' but successfully stopped yourself and held it back

''So where are you headed after tomorrow?'' you absent-mindedly ask while overlooking the beautiful view in front of you. The sun is setting just behind Mildred and you wish your eyes could take pictures and you could somehow save this image and moment forever because she looks breathtaking. Part of you wishes you could cherish this moment forever even if you know your ways are soon to part.

''Italy I think, I will take a taxi down to the nearest city and see what flights might be available'' she says and trails off talking about how she has been to europe a few times but never Italy. ''That sounds beautiful I have always wanted to go there'' you admit, really loving the aesthetic of the beautiful sunny country.

Silence settles after this, you and Mildred just enjoying some of the pasta and breadsticks that the staff and chefs prepared and sipping on some red wine. ''Y/N are you alright? you seem awfully quiet today'' Mildred points out and your lips part for a moment but then again you don't really know what to say to her, not wanting to admit how you feel about leaving this place and more specifically her.

''No I am okay, just a bit sad we- I mean that we have to leave this place'' you admit and Mildred looks down, her gaze avoiding yours as if she wants to say something or something is on her mind. ''How about you? it seems there is something on your mind'' you state, noticing how tense and slightly nervous she seems since coming here with you.

It takes her a few moments to speak again but you want to make sure to give her time and for her to be ready to share whatever she wants to share with you. ''Do you remember when we came here last?'' she asks and you chuckle and reply ''Yes and I remember the aftermath of that night'' you chuckle, remembering how hungover you both were the next morning.

''You asked me why I am not here with a gentlemen and while I don't share this with anyone really apart from my close circle.. I- the reason is that I enjoy the company of other women and I think you might understand that's why I am telling you'' she says and looks up to meet your  eyes. Your heart flutters a little at her confession because your radar really was off with her and you had no clue until she just admitted it.

Quickly you compose yourself and reply ''Yes I do know'' because you would hate to make her uncomfortable by saying the wrong thing or taking too long to reply because you know the feeling well of coming out to people and how nerve wrecking it truly is. ''I do too'' you whisper barely audible because suddenly you feel very nervous and the butterflies in your stomach are back.

Mildred locks eyes with you and her mouth is slightly ajar because even though she had a feeling you might know what it's like she didn't actually think you would be into women but what you didn't see is the little smile playing on her lips and Mildred hiding how exciting your confession truly is to her .

''Where are you planning to go after this holiday?'' Mildred asks, changing the subject again because it makes you both very nervous. ''I don't really know I guess I will see where life takes me'' you admit and look down feeling sad.

''How about Italy?'' she asks and for a moment you are completely dumbfounded and feel like you lost the ability of thinking clearly until you realize what she is truly suggesting here. ''As in -'' you pause for a moment not wanting to make a fool out of yourself by reading this wrong  ''As in you and me'' Mildred finishes your sentence.

It feels like everything is frozen, the only thing to be heard right now, the sound of your pounding heart and the waves of the ocean hitting the shore. ''Do you - I-'' you stutter unable to form a reply. ''The truth is I like you Y/N and I would like to see where this is going'' Mildred admits and your eyes widen because this is better than any of your daydreams you have had so far.

''So how about we take on the adventure together?'' Mildred asks with a smile and you suddenly feel her hand grazing yours slightly. ''I would love to'' you say truthfully and you can't hide the blushing of your cheeks or smile on your face. ''Alright it's settled then darling'' the redhead says before handing you your glass of champagne ''To new beginnings'' she says and raises her glass.

As you sit there, watching the sun set completely and slowly some stars shining brightly in the night sky, seeing Mildred looking at the ocean and occasionally glancing at you, you feel complete and even though things are fresh and somewhat uncertain, right now you know you have a path. And maybe just maybe the day you waltzed into this holiday and met this mysterious stranger that made your heart flutter from the first moment you saw her, also made Mildred Ratched waltz right into your heart.

You smile as you think of the adventures ahead but as you see Mildred looking at you, you turn around shily. ''What is it?'' she asks softly her hand still on yours. ''I- I'm just happy'' you chuckle and you almost faint as she leans in closer and her lips are very close to yours. Everything spins and stops yet again and you are sure she must be able to hear your heart because it is beating out of your chest. ''Good you deserve it darling'' she whispers and then she closes the gap.

Arriving here, you never expected to find true happiness and you expected to only be able to relax a little after what happened with your old job and life before. Coming here you never expected that within the matter of two weeks you would get closer to your goal of eventually settling somewhere with a beautiful woman that you love and spend the rest of your lives together while exploring the world. You had no idea this person would be the mysterious redhead that stole your chair on your first day and finally your heart in the end as her lips meet yours softly.

[comfortwriting]

A Missionary Mission - S.B

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Prompt 111: His hands clamped over your mouth, pressing against your sore lips, trying his best to silence your moans so no one else could hear.

About/Requested: Sirius and Y/N are friends with benefits, both in the first OOTP, they are called into a meeting in Moody’s office to discuss an upcoming mission. Unable to wait until they get home, and with arriving early, the two of them say fuck it and have some fun in his office.

Warnings: 18+, smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), mention of death, mention of blood.

Knowing you were part of The Order brought you pride, joy, and confidence to push forward, to fight for your life against Voldemort and the many Death Eaters that took so many lives, leaving you and The Order largely outnumbered.

You swore to your mother and father, your siblings, and your best friend Sirius that you would do everything you could to ensure that Voldemort's campaign to take over would fail - even if it meant losing your life in the process.

Working alongside the Ministry to oppose Voldemort definitely helped you sleep a little better at night, but you still had the same deep pit in your stomach that would often swallow you whole - you could die at any moment, and you didn't want to live in regret - you wanted to make every single moment last; you wanted to create memories with those that mattered most to you. The Death Eaters weren't just attacking muggles, they started to attack Members of The Order too.

With these aimed attacks, Alastor Moody - who everyone called Mad-Eye, called for an urgent meeting to discuss and set in place a plan to better protect yourselves and one another, especially with James and Lily desperate to shield their baby, Harry from this chaos; the thought of Harry being parentless made your stomach turn, it couldn't happen, not now, not ever.

You'd be stupid not to take Mad-Eye seriously, he gaining a reputation as a skilful battler and sacrificing an eye, a leg, and part of his nose - you thought it was an honour to have the chance to learn from him and work alongside him.

Knocking at the door of Mad-Eyes office you waited for him to cautiously answer, or ask for you to prove yourself - but you got no answer.

"Nice to know I'm not the only one who decided to turn up early," Sirius spoke out from behind you, making you jump.

You slapped his chest playfully, his grey eyes and messy black hair that you loved to run your fingers through made you blush.

"I knocked but he hasn't answered," you sighed "not like him to be so silent."

Sirius laughed and knocked again "Moody, are you in there?!"

The two of you waited for him to hurry over and tell you off for being so loud and for letting your guard down, but again, nothing.

Sirius pulled out his wand, swishing it and pointing it at the door handle and keyhole, making it slowly creak open. Taking your hand, he walked you into Mad-Eyes office, once closing the door behind him the both of you looked around but no red flags or alarm bells came up.

"He must be busy with something," you sighed, sitting down on the table, you cheekily spread your legs and watched Sirius walk across the room, your skirt now riding up your upper thighs.

You and Sirius weren't in love, love at a time like this was out of the question - but that didn't mean you couldn't have any fun. The two of you drank a little bit too much after losing a member of The Order, you shared your messy thoughts and feelings and literally said 'fuck it'. That one night lead to many nights of sex, sex that you always enjoyed and never regretted.

"Naughty," The corner of his lips curled up at the sight of your inner thighs, he walked over to you "We agreed to wait until tonight."

You frowned and leaned back on the desk, "I know but that's hours away," you pouted "and I've waited for so long with my period finally going away."

Sirius stood in between your legs and cupped your face into his gentle, skillful hands.

"I know, I've been waiting too." His eyes were drinking you up.

"Well," you huffed "No one's here yet, and we could be in for a long night if the mission is serious." Your hand slowly went between your legs towards your crotch.

Sirius's eyes twitched as he pursed his lips, looking behind him at the door, he pulled out his wand - with a point and a swish he locked it.

"Let's make this quick then and make the most of it." He growled.

Pushing your back against the cold wooden desk, he pulled up your skirt and pulled your G-String down your soft legs. Spreading them even more, he looked into your eyes for approval - you nodded - Sirius quickly leaned down and teased your desperate sex with his hot breath and silky tongue.

You moaned out softly and your hand found its way onto his head, your fingers getting lost in his black messy hair that was always surprisingly soft. Sirius kitten-licked your clit, planting soft kisses here and there before he started to drag his tongue between your folds and suck gently on your sensitive clit.

You were truly touch-starved - you were more sensitive and each bit of pleasure you experienced sent shocks through your body - down your spine, legs, fingertips, and through your tummy.

"Oh Sirius," you moaned out quietly "I've missed this so much."

Sirius looked up at you between your legs, planting a teasingly long, wet kiss.

"Me too, Y/N."

Sirius stood up, his erection trying to break through his tight-fitting corduroy trousers, he unbuckled his belt, sitting it beside you on the desk, before undoing his button and pulling down his zipper. Kicking off his trousers, you reached out and pulled down his boxers, his length springing out and slapping against his lower stomach.

Holding the base of his cock you started to pump it, Sirius looked down at you and attacked your lips with his, you moaned against his lips, the taste of your own juices spreading across your lips and into your mouth as you and Sirius explored each other's tongues.

Sirius broke away from the kiss and took his cock in his hand "Legs up sweetheart."

Doing as you were told, you placed your legs up on his shoulders, he lined his erect cock against your entrance, staring into your hungry eyes.

"Oh shit," he huffed "I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I forgot the lube."

You rolled your eyes "typical," and pulled out your wand.

Now that his length and your entrance hole were coated in silky lube, he held onto your waist and slowly pushed himself deep inside of you, stretching you out and filling you up. You missed this feeling, you missed feeling full and hated feeling empty.

Sirius started to buck his hips, at a faster pace and got quite rough, but you liked this anyway. You didn't have much time and the two of you realised that waiting until tonight would have been a disaster.

Your eyes scrunched shut, your back rubbing up and down against the desk which started to warm up, you could feel Sirius deep inside of you, reaching your most sensitive spot that made you cry out for more each time he pulled away. His black hair got in his face, he had to keep pushing it back so he could see which made him look even sexier to you.

"Y-You're so beautiful," you moaned out.

Sirius grunted "Don't start getting attached Y/N, not now." he winked.

Hearing loud chatter, footsteps, and doors opening and closing beneath you made you realise now wasn't the time for little comments, little pecks, or anything nurturing of the sort.

"Hold on," Sirius grunted again, his hands holding you close to him as he lifted you up, you gripped onto him as he sat down on the desk, you on top of him with your legs still propped on his shoulders. "I won't drop you I promise, but we need to hurry up."

Nodding your head, Sirius pounded into you faster, this position making it easier for him to continuously hit your G-Spot over, and over, and over again, making you moan out so much you had to bite your lips to keep them in, making your lips go red, bloody and plump.

With each thrust, your walls tightened around Sirius even more, causing him to throb inside of you, your tummy started to harden and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer.

How could you contain your moans when he's making you feel this good? It was impossible.

His hands clamped over your mouth, pressing against your sore lips, trying his best to silence your moans so no one else could hear.

The footsteps and chatter grew closer and closer, whoever was here was mounting the stairs.

Feeling the pressure build up and suddenly burst, you opened your mouth wide, your eyes rolling back as Sirius silenced one of your moans that made him twitch. You rode your orgasm out, your cum flowing down his length, your legs shaking and the blood rush going to your head.

The feeling of you, the sight of you sent Sirius over the edge, he couldn't take it anymore and was about to cum until -

"Now, we need to be ready for the attack-"

Moody stopped in his tracks, the door now wide open, the sight of you and Sirius enraging him, Remus's eyes widened.

"Sirius! Y/N! What in Merlin's Beard do you think you're doing!"

You and Sirius went bright red and didn't waste a single second getting dressed and hurrying away in shame, hearing Moody scold you for being irresponsible and for being stupid enough to let your guards down even for one moment!

Sirius felt cheated, he was so close to release before it was taken from him, making him even more desperate than the week before.

But after all, What's life without a little risk?

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wow skate rat suga would make me do some unholy things... my ass is definitely thinking

(skate rat) sugawara koushi x reader | w.c 1.4k

u-unholy? u can’t just say that,, sigh

18+ university age | pls read all warnings

tw sacrilegious, tw gaslighting (if u squint), tw dubcon (once again if u squint), tw face fucking, tw public sex, tw crying, tw oh god, tw once again DO NOT READ unless you are prepared for sacrilege

“We can’t be up here.”

You pull away from Suga, panting slightly, cheeks warming at the sight of him with scarlet, swollen lips and a sinful look in his eyes.

“Why not?” He mutters closing in to lick a stripe against your throat, you stifle a moan, shaking your head.

“Because we’re in a church! And I think there’s 5 o’clock mass,” you wiggle around in his lap, the bruising grip on your thighs telling you he has no intention of letting you go, “seriously Suga.”

“So? You didn’t have a problem bringing me up here in the first place, it’s fine you said no one comes up here anyway and we’ll be quick.” His smile is borderline innocent and most of all tantalizing, holding a promise of something ungodly and delicious.

“Promise? We’ll be out before mass?” You chew at your lip, a tingling feeling filling your chest at the hungry look in his eyes.

“Don’t you trust me?” You don’t, not in the slightest. But God, your curiosity is getting the best of you, a tinge guilt forces you to make a note to pray an extra rosary before bed. With a sigh, you nod your head and Suga relents his grip, letting you slide off his lap and kneel before him.

The tiny round window glows behind him with a golden light, sparking a false sense of awe at how it circles his head like a halo, how it makes him look almost holy seated before you on the pew. You watch silently as his hands make work of his zipper, pulling out his hardening length, the reddening head mouthwatering. You surge forward but just as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, his hand comes over to cup your cheek.

“Say it.” In an instance, the remaining hints of feigned innocence dissolves, his eyes darken with greed and his mouth twists into an almost sadistic smirk. You purse your lips and nod, guilt rippling through your body.

“Bless us o lord,” your tongue flicks over the head of his cock, “for these thy gifts,” you sink down halfway, pulling up quickly and keeping your lips pressed against the tip “which we are about receive,” you inhale shakily as a bit of precum smears against your lips, “from thy bounty,” you stick your tongue out swirling it around the tip, “through Christ, Our Lord.”

“Amen.” He muses, his fingers twisting in your hair is the closest to a warning you get, you let your jaw drop as he thrusts his up into your mouth. Tears sting at your eyes as you feel him hit the back of your throat, you try to relax, attempting to adjust to the sharp movements. He snickers as you gag and choke when the tip of his cock grazes the back of your throat, he holds your head there, revelling in the lewd sounds of you struggling to handle his cock crammed into your mouth.

“Cute.” He coos cruelly as he pulls you off, a thin string of spit attaching your lips to his cockhead. He gestures for you to stand up, and with a lick of your lips you rise slowly.

You know the drill, what comes next is shamefully familiar. You teasingly drag your fingertips up your thighs, hiking up your skirt, letting you hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties. You gradually inch them down, biting your lip at the way Suga’s eyes are pinned to the flimsy piece of clothing.

“Why thank you.” He plucks the article from your hands, offering another toothy grin before tucking them away into his back pocket. He pats at his lap so casually, as if he isn’t asking you to ride him in a church. You straddle his lap carefully, sliding his length against your slit, teasing your clit against his tip.

“Hold on.” He gums against your throat, nipping at it playfully as you feel a hand settle under your thigh while another snakes around to allow him to prod his fingers against your cunt. “Can’t have you screaming like last time.” You shiver at the memory of him fucking you without prep on that hidden bench on campus, your loud whines drawing the attention of campus security.

“Just, quickly okay?” You whimper as he pushes in his index and middle, scissoring them in a more methodical than pleasurable way. Without fail he continues to suckle along your throat, working his way down to your collarbone. He clasps his teeth down on the exposed skin as he retracts his fingers, shifting again so that he can grip his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

“Go for it.” He goads, leaning back against the pew, letting his slick covered fingers run up your thigh and settle on your waist. You roll your eyes at the command, but let yourself sink down on his length, thighs burning from how you’ve been tensing the muscles. He always lets you set the pace, he always lets you have just enough control to not scare you off, to keep you crawling back for more.

With a hand planted on his shoulder and the other gripping tightly to the front of his white Dickies shirt, you rock your hips, the wood of the pew singing in tune with each thrust.

You try to quicken the pace, trying to avoid the chance of being caught, but with the tightening hold on your waist and thigh, Suga makes it rather clear that no matter what, you’re at his mercy.

The sound of a door squeaking on hinges and the faint mumbling of chatter freezes your motions, panic rising in your throat as you widen your eyes at Suga. He looks eerily serene, as if the sins of your actions hold no weight, you shake your head frantically as his hands shift to dig into your waist. Another mock innocent smile spreads across his lips as he impales you on his cock, slamming into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your fingers fly into your mouth, biting down harshly to stifle the indecent sounds threatening to spill from your lips.

The pew groans below you two, but as people begin to file into the main hall of the church below, their chatter drowns out the immoral psalm of your bodies. His unyielding motions build that sinful pressure in the base of your core, you mumble his name as you drool onto your fingers, eyes squeezing shut as that heady and gluttonous sensation ravaged your body.

“We’re not done yet.” His declaration punctuated by him ripping your fingers out of your mouth and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He pulls you off of his length, forcing you onto your feet and spinning you around. He grabs at your waist, lifting your skirt and grinding his slick length against your ass.

“Might as well watch mass.” The words register late as he shoves you forward, your hands flying out to brace yourself against the rail, giving you a full view of the crowded hall below. The large golden crucifix fixed on the altar glaring back at you. Humiliation seeps into your skin, cheeks aflame at the depravity of the situation.

As shame fills your mind, you can’t help but let the tears stinging at your eyes spill over as Suga rams back into you. You dig your nails into the wooden bannister, the music of the opening psalm silencing the idle chatter, punctuating your misdeeds.

“Look, processions starting.” His lips graze the shell of your ear as he continues to pound so shamelessly into you. Your eyes focus through the tears at the priest and altar servers moving down the aisle, you shake your head again, unsure what you’re trying to communicate to the man taking you apart with each thrust.

“Gonna cum,” He drags his tongue against your ear, “c’mon, I know you want to, too.” He sneaks his hand across your waist, slipping his fingers through the waistband of your skirt, and down down, down, until his fingers are pinching and teasing at your clit.

“Hnn.” You slap a hand over your mouth, face searing as you clench down on his cock, pleasure crashing through you like a waterfall. Your body quivers as Suga’s hips stutter, you can’t help but bask in the sensation of him filling you with his cum. He pulls out slowly, twisting you around to face him, he smiles sweetly at you.

“I’ll catch you later, think I’m late to the sesh.” He pecks a kiss to your forehead as he tucks himself back into his pants, turning on his heel and leaving you leaning against the bannister to stew in your heathenous actions.

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 7

Sorry this took so long y'all. This chapter was difficult to write. Hannibal invites Theresa for dinner and y/n finally confronts her.

Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, child sex abuse; graphic descriptions of violence; confronting an abuser; body-shaming

The stitches in your cut hadn't even dissolved before Theresa intruded on your life again. Before you stormed out, Hannibal did in fact invite her to dinner. Polite society would rule the invitation null and void after that confrontation, but Theresa felt herself exempt from the laws of politeness. Like Evangelicals or craisins, Theresa loved to insert herself where she was clearly not wanted.

Of course, you were peeved at Hannibal for upholding the invitation when she called. But you could tell he had something planned. He was intrigued by her audacity and wanted to see how far it would take her. You couldn't begrudge him professional curiosity, as you too wondered what the fuck her problem was.

In truth, you saw what he did to your grandma, and you wanted to see him do it to Theresa. You wanted her subject to the same psychological torment that she put you through. And that, you realized, was why he honored that invitation. He wanted to vindicate you. And that was the sexiest damn thing you could possibly imagine.

Theresa showed up alone. That was her first mistake.

"Thank you for having me, Dr. Lecter." Theresa greeted, shedding her long coat and dropping it to the ground. "Will [F/N] be joining us?"

"[F/N] will most certainly be joining us." Hannibal said, his voice hardening. He noticed her coat in a pile on the floor and something in his head clicked.

"I hope I'm not overdressed." Theresa tossed her hair over her shoulders. 

She was. And you knew even before she showed up that she'd wear that green evening dress with the plunging neckline. It was the same one she wore to prom. She kept it as a memento all these years to memorialize the day she completely fucked you over. 

She was here to make history repeat itself. 

"Not all, Ms. [L/N]," Hannibal grinned, glancing at the staircase. "[F/N] is just touching up her makeup.”

“That sounds like [F/N].” Theresa laughed. “She always took the most time getting ready in the morning. And she was always the ugliest. It was quite sad, really.”  

Hannibal reminded himself what he had in store for Theresa before letting himself get angry. “If you could join me in the kitchen, I could use a little help with the appetizers.” 

Theresa took the bait and followed him through the threshold into the massive kitchen. 

“Could I trouble you for some psychological advice, Doctor Lecter?” She said, leaning against the island.

“That depends.” He answered, though the tone of his voice connoted a firm ‘no’. “Are you going to be honest with me?” 

Theresa mounted herself on top of the island and crossed her legs. “I’ve just been having quite a bit of trouble in my marriage.”

"Please get off my counter." Hannibal politely demanded. "I just sterilized it this morning."

“My husband just isn’t so excited by me anymore.” She pouted like a child. “He just doesn’t seem interested in... well, any of the things I have to offer him.” 

“Have you considered the possibility that you have nothing to offer?” You said. You approached them with purpose, the skirt of your purple dress fluttering behind you. Your favorite pair of strappy heels clacked against the tile and echoed through the room with every step. 

“[F/N] makes a valid point.” Hannibal agreed, taking you under his arm. “You’re an abusive narcissist, a serial adulterer, and you’re quite horrible at flirting. I certainly don’t understand what you could possibly have to offer.” 

“Nice to see you again, [F/N].” Theresa said, resigned to her defeat. “I didn’t want to say anything at the wedding, but you look like you’ve gained a few pounds.” 

You almost laughed. Growing up, Grandma had subjected you to every form of body-shaming known to man. Nothing Theresa could say would have any effect on you. 

“Really? Because I’ve never felt better in my life.” You smiled, knowing it to be true. “Hannibal is an amazing cook. You’d probably gain weight too if you were eating so well.” 

"Well, I have appearances to keep up." She refuted. "Gideon and I both have very busy schedules. Besides, he finds the kitchen more of a woman's domain."

"Unfortunate for you." Hannibal threw a dish towel over his shoulder and picked up a wine bottle by the neck. He kept his hands busy by pouring three glasses of wine. "That Gideon does not put in the time to keep you well-fed and fulfilled. Might I suggest not molesting children as a remedy?"

You snickered as he handed you a glass. You migrated to the dining table, where the trial was set to take place.

"Did you invite me here just to gang up on me?" Theresa leaned back in her chair. "Because if so, that's really mature."

"Of course not." You said, Hannibal pulling your chair out for you. You placed your napkin in your lap. "Well, maybe a little."

Theresa took a long sip of wine. "You're not going to get an apology if that's what you're after."

"Oh no." You shook your head. "I've stopped expecting basic human decency from you years ago."

"Good." Theresa huffed. "Since that's clearly what you want me to be, that's what I'll be."

"Don't give me that shit." You sighed. "I know what gaslighting is and you're not as good at it as you think."

"Y'know I never asked to be a parent figure to you and Anna." She crossed her arms.

"You may not have asked for it but you sure as hell enjoyed it." You countered, furrowing your brow. "Don't act like you weren't the dictator's right-hand man. You sucked up to grandma and always got preferential treatment."

"I was a kid." She shrugged. "You're really gonna blame me for the shit I did before my skull fully hardened?"

"Well, it exposes a way larger pattern of behavior." You explained. "You're a megalomaniac that wants power without responsibility. So you attach yourself to someone with power, probably another narcissist who's too self-involved to see what a leech you really are. It's what you did with grandma and it's what you're doing with Gideon."

Dressing Theresa down like that gave you a rush. It made you feel alive. But more importantly, it made her look small. It stripped her of her power.

"Well done, Sherlock." Theresa taunted. "But you're forgetting one thing. If I were a megalomaniac, why would I waste my time beating up on you? Some nobody with no power to speak of?"

"Because I'm a living reminder of your past." You narrowed your eyes. "I remind you that you can't just beat everyone into submission."

"Ladies," Hannibal interrupted, holding three bowls. He placed one in front of you, the savory broth enticing your nose. "This is pot-au-feu. It is a simple French stew made from beef, vegetables and potatoes. I added a marrow-bone for extra richness. It's the perfect combination of simplicity and substance."

You couldn't even wait for Hannibal to sit down. You'd been so hungry all day. Smelling the meat slowly braise over the course of the day was torturous. You went straight for the marrow, which was a recent favorite of yours.

Theresa picked the bone up between two fingers and dropped it onto the table, her face wrapped with disgust. "I think I'll pass. I'm not a dog."

"You are not." Hannibal said, spearing a piece of meat on his fork. "I find dogs much better company."

Theresa tented her fingers and glared at Hannibal. "So you're just going to let her rip into me? Aren't you supposed to be the professional here?"

"Don't discount [F/N]'s analysis just because she is a student." Hannibal glared back at her. "From what I know about you, she's dead on."

"Isn't this entire interaction a professional conflict of interest?" Theresa folded her arms. "I don't trust her to analyze me because she hates me."

Hannibal put his utensils down. Anger flashed across his face. "I don't think you quite understand what this interaction is. You are not owed an unbiased psychological profile, especially not from me. You are not my patient. You are [F/N]'s abuser."

Theresa narrowed her eyes and leaned over the table. "So if you understand that, why am I here?"

"You think very highly of your intelligence, Theresa." Hannibal glanced down at his dish. "Perhaps you can figure that one out yourself."

You coughed, narrowly avoiding choking on your food.

"Darling, please pace yourself." Hannibal instructed, though he seemed pleased with how enthusiastically you inhaled your meal. "You're going to make yourself sick if you eat too fast."

"I'm sorry." You said after taking a long sip of water. "I don't know why, I'm just so hungry today."

Hannibal dropped his eyebrows, looking worried. "Did you take your medicine this morning?"

"I think so." You nodded.

Theresa smiled and reached for her phone. The movement caught Hannibal's attention, and he could tell what she was up to right away.

"Theresa, it's very rude to text at the dinner table." He scolded, taking a sip of wine. "Surely, anything you're saying to your grandmother and Anna, you can say to us."

Theresa, too proud to back down, slipped her phone into her purse and met your eyes. "You're pregnant."

"Brilliant fucking deductive reasoning." You rolled your eyes. "A woman gains a little weight and has a healthy appetite? That's the only logical conclusion I would draw."

"Well, aren’t we defensive?" Theresa taunted. "Congratulations, by the way."

"Theresa, stop it." You gritted your teeth, trying not to convey how pissed you were.

"You're going to need to drop out of school to take care of the baby full time." Theresa sneered.

You knew exactly where she was taking this and you wanted more than anything to just disappear. You reached for the wine bottle and refilled your glass. "Shut up, Theresa. Shut the fuck up before you say something you'll regret."

Her face lit up from the satisfaction of finally making you angry. "And someday you'll blow your brains out just like your mother!"

This time, she would regret it. You chucked the empty wine bottle across the table. It hit her directly in the face with a deafening crunch before ricocheting off the table and shattering on the ground.

Theresa brought her finger to her nose, noticing the stream of blood trickling from her nostril. She stood up, stabilizing herself with the back of the chair.

"I didn't think you had it in you." She jabbed before collapsing to the ground.

You went silent, too afraid to look at Hannibal.

"For what it's worth, darling." Hannibal piped up. "I always knew that you did."

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Nothing But A Fuckboy

(Isaac Lahey x Reader)

Request: I loved the Isaac imagine!! U write so well! I was wondering if u could maybe do another one where he’s a fuck boy but there’s a happy ending.

Word count: 2,509

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, mentions of smut

Notes: thank u so much for the compliment!! I love writing for Isaac he’s such a complex bby

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Your eyes narrowed over the plastic cup in your hands as you took a long swig of your drink. You instantly pulled it away with a grimace, the bitter liquid burning your throat as you swallowed it. Someone brushed against your side as they squeezed through the crowd, making you jerk your attention away from Isaac.

You were watching him. You couldn’t help it. The way he was grinding against that girl from your chemistry class was making your stomach twist and you couldn’t decide which one of them you wanted to punch more.

Your eyes flickered over his broad shoulders, partially covered by his favorite scarf, before gliding down to the place where his hands skimmed along her hips. Your jaw tightened as a recent memory flashed through your mind.

A surprised yelp escaped you as Isaac pushed your back against his bedroom wall. His lips attacked yours instantly, and you wasted no time in wrapping around arms around his neck to pull him closer.

For some reason, the two of you kept getting paired together in class, and were supposed to be working on a project right now. This was your third attempt at finishing it, actually, but you always ended up in some variation of tangled limbs instead.

A quiet moan rumbled through your chest as his long fingers gripped your hips and lifted you without effort. Your legs wrapped around him for support, his tongue exploring your mouth in a way that had quickly become familiar.

“Y/N, this is so pathetic.”

You jumped at the sudden presence beside you, your head jerking to the side to glare at your best friend, Lydia, as she stared at you with her glossed lips pursed judgmentally.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” You defended, glancing in his direction again—only to see that he was now gone—before bringing your attention back to her.

She rolled her eyes dramatically and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning closer so that you could hear her over the blaring music. “Just talk to him.”

“Did you somehow forget that I hate his guts?” You scoffed, forcing down another gulp of your drink. If you were going to be at the same party all night, you’d need a little liquid courage to pull you through.

“Did you forget that two days ago?” Lydia’s perfectly manicured eyebrows rose expectantly.

You felt your cheeks prickle with heat, regret washing over you for ever telling her about the recent hookup. You knew you shouldn’t have done it. He was bad news. But there was something about his icy blue eyes that drew you in whenever he was near.

Isaac was a lot of things, but a god guy was not one of them. He was mysterious and unobtainable, a dangerous combination for a girl like you. You’d slept with him three times now, and had basically nothing to show for it. The two of you barely spoke at school, aside from chemistry class when you had to do partner work.

“It was a momentary lapse in judgement.” You mumbled, trying to hide the blush overtaking your face with the now half empty cup in your hands.

Lydia’s red lips parted as if she were going to argue, until she seemingly thought better of it and huffed in annoyance instead. “Whatever. Just find something else to do, because you standing here like a creep is seriously ruining the vibe.”

Your jaw dropped in offense at her snide remark, but she twirled around and walked away before you could say anything. You frowned before downing the rest of your drink. You knew she was right. You couldn’t just stand around watching him with other girls all night.

The worst part is that you knew nothing would come of your hookups, but that hadn’t stopped you from being a more than willing participant. You weren’t the kind of girl that usually had casual sex—although you admired those that were—but you just found it utterly impossible to resist Isaac.

You turned around, determined to find one of your other friends that was surely around somewhere, but reeled back as you slammed right into a broad chest. The reminants of your drink splashed out of your cup, coating your white blouse in a dark purple liquid. A jumbled apology died on your lips as your eyes flickered up toward the last face you wanted to see right now.

“Damn, Y/N. I didn’t think I could get you wet that quickly.” Isaac’s lips quirked into the signature smirk that never failed to raise your heartbeat.

Your jaw tightened as your fingers clutched the cup in your hand tight enough to snap the thin plastic. “This is my favorite shirt.”

His hooded eyes trailed down from your face, very obviously lingering on your now visible hot pink bra. The look on his face—the easily recognizable hunger behind his eyes—had another memory snapping to the forefront of your mind.

Isaac’s eyes widened fractionally as you slid the sweater over your head, exposing your favorite bralette. You may or may not have worn it to your study date just incase something like this happened. His long fingers instantly slid beneath the thin, lacy material before pulling it off in one fluid motion.

He let out a tortured groan, his hands moving to cup your exposed breasts. Your head tilted back as a shuddering breath escaped you when he tweaked one of your nipples gently.

“God, these tits. How have I never noticed these before?” He breathed just before closing his lips around your right nipple, expertly lapping at the sensitive bud.

“Okay, asshole.” You quipped, trying and failing to sound upset through your moan of pleasure.

You felt him smirk against you, an involuntary whine leaving you as he pulled back. His eyes, usually ice cold, where blazing with lust as he looked at you, and you knew you were in for a long night.

“I mean,” His attention finally moved back to your angry face. “This is a clothing optional party.”

You glowered at him, completely unamused. This really was your favorite shirt, and it was probably stained forever now. You honestly had no idea what was in the juice the boys had made for this party, but the dark liquid was already becoming one with your shirt. A frown pulled at your lips as you pinched the drenched material and peeled it away from your body.

Your head snapped upward at the feeling of an arm snaking around your shoulders. You barely processed that you were moving before your eyes landed on the side of Isaac’s face as he guided you through his house. You tried protesting, but your words fell on deaf ears, the music way too loud to hear even your own thoughts in this part of the house.

He weaved you through the dense crowd of half naked gyrating bodies until you reached a door just beside the staircase. He practically shoved you inside the small room, slamming the door shut behind him. All noise instantly cut out, leaving the two of you standing in a silent, darkened space.

You barely caught the movement as he reached up and pulled a string attached to a small lightbulb in the ceiling. It swayed as it sparked to life, illuminating the two of you in dim yellow light.

One of your brows quirked as you realized you were standing in his laundry room.

“Come on, off with it.” His slender fingers gestured for you to remove your soiled shirt.

Your lips pulled into a frown, honestly surprised that he cared enough to try and wash it for you. You played with the edge of the thin material between your fingers, hesitating.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, love.” The edge of his lips twitched into a sinful smirk.

You rolled your eyes as you pulled the sticky material over your head, grimacing at the uncomfortable residue it left on your skin. “It’s not that. I just don’t trust you with my favorite shirt. You’ve already ruined it once.”

“Oh no, I’m not doing it.” He scoffed as if the idea of him doing laundry was ridiculous. “I just brought you in here so you could fix it.”

You were about to snap something about him being a sexist pig, but the words got caught in your throat as you saw the way he was looking at you. His tongue languidly swept along his bottom lip as his hooded eyes flickered around your exposed torso. It was almost as if he couldn’t help but appreciate your body while it was right in front of him.

Your heart skipped a beat and you silently cursed yourself for being so responsive to him. He hadn’t even touched you, and yet you felt heat pooling between your legs in anticipation. Your gaze drifted downward as your shirt slipped between your fingers, fluttering down to the concrete floor.

Isaac’s attention flickered up to your face, eyes blazing as he slowly dropped to his knees in front of you. Your breath hitched as he scooped up the ruined material and gripped both hands around your hips.

“I guess I could help a little...” His eyes never left yours as he took his time leaning forward.

A shudder wracked your body as he placed a gentle kiss just below your navel. His tongue darted out to brush lightly against the skin of your stomach, dragging all the way up to your ribs. Your back arched and one of your hands immediately fisted the curls at the top of his head.

Your quiet gasps were the only sound in the otherwise silent room, as he slowly licked the sticky liquid from your skin. Your core throbbed desperately for attention beneath your mini skirt, but he didn’t seem likely to stop until all traces of your spilled drink were gone.

Finally, after what felt like several minutes, you tugged him up by the hair between your fingers. You couldn’t take it anymore. He popped to his feet, a devilish smirk pulling at his lips. You didn’t even care about his smugness at this point. You just wanted him.

You stood on the tips of your toes and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips against his. He returned the kiss immediately, using the hands that still held your hips to walk you backward until you ran into the washing machine.

Your hands trailed down his sides, eliciting a low moan from him, before you gripped the material of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Your lips separated just long enough for him to get the thing off before reconnecting heatedly.

He slid an arm around your waist and hauled you up on top of the washer. A chill ran up your spine as the chilled metal hit your skin, but the uncomfortable feeling was quickly pushed to the back of your mind as Isaac stepped between your parted legs.

His fingers wrapped around your thighs, squeezing gently before sliding upward slowly. You dragged your fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots at the base of his skull. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of your mind, your subconscious was reminding you that you shouldn’t be doing this. But you honestly didn’t give a fuck at the moment.

“Mmm, wait.” Isaac suddenly pulled back, and you blinked a few times to clear away the hazy lust that had overtaken you. “Before we do this, I have a request.”

“Really, Lahey? Right now?” You pouted, wrapping one of the curls at the back of his head around your finger.

“You’re gonna let me take you out.” His eyes flickered between yours, all traces of his usual cockiness gone.

“Wha-what?” You sputtered, pulling back slightly. You honestly weren’t sure if you’d even heard him correctly.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, removing his hands from your thighs to rest against the washer instead. A shiver moved up your spine at the loss of warmth as he stepped back a few inches. You craned your neck up to look into his eyes as he leaned over you.

“If we’re going to continue doing this, I want to take you out.” He said the words slowly, as if they needed to be dumbed down for you to understand.

You scoffed, not appreciating his attempt at a joke. There was no way he was being serious. If there was one thing you knew about Isaac Lahey, it was that he did not do relationships. In all the time you’d known him, he’d never been linked to anyone seriously. He had a few flings, but they never lasted longer than a month or so. And you’d definitely never seen him take anyone out.

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” You mused, rolling your eyes when his face fell into a frown. “Absolutely not.”

His brows pinched, as if it were the first time someone had ever told him no. “Why is that?”

“Because, Isaac, this thing we’re doing? It’s just...I mean. Not to be rude, but you’re nothing but a fuckboy. And I have more self-respect than that.”

He hesitated for a moment, his expression completely unreadable before his lips slowly pulled into a smirk. “Meaning a boy you’ve fucked?”

You scoffed, putting a hand against his chest to push him away. “You’re impossible.”

“Hey, I’m being serious.” He placed a hand over yours, making you freeze your attempt to get off the washer. Your heart skipped a beat when his eyes rounded as they gazed into yours almost pleadingly. “I...like you, Y/N. Let me take you on a real date that doesn’t include school work.”

Your eyes flickered over his face, trying to find any signs of dishonesty. Surprisingly, there were none. He was giving you this look, like this was the most important thing to him right now. Like you were the most important thing.

Despite the quiet doubts ringing in the back of your mind, you found yourself nodding, a slow smile pulling at your lips. You couldn’t deny that you liked the idiot. You had since even before you’d been forced to get to know each other as partners. Once things got physical, you knew you were a goner.

“Okay.” You breathed, your heart soaring at the happiness shining in his eyes as he grinned at you.

“So it’s a date?” He asked, needing that tiny last bit of confirmation.

You chuckled lightly and snaked an arm around his neck to pull him in closer. “It’s a date. Now kiss me already.”

“If you insist.” He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the edges, before connecting your lips again.

You kissed him back as if you’d never stopped, your body molding against his like it was made for yours. It was at that moment that you realized you wouldn’t rather be anywhere but here—making out with Isaac in his laundry room—no matter how ridiculous that was.

Turns out, he might not be as bad as you thought.

[sugako]

alfajores y mentiras

timeskip!oikawa x reader

sum: after faking dating oikawa for a few months things start to heat up between the two of you and come to a head one night

cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, smut, fluff, alcohol use (no one is drunk tho), mirror sex, spanking, oral (female receiving), face sitting, fingering, slight edging, size kink (implied), semi-rough sex, creampie, ‘princess’ nickname again

wc: 3.3k 

a/n: part 2/2, this is mostly smut idek how it got this long but pls enjoy!! (part 1 if you want the intro)

Three months passed and being Tōru Oikawa’s fake girlfriend was just part of your life. You went to most of his games, you ate lunch and dinner together when both of your schedules allowed, and he gave you obnoxious kisses on the cheek and forehead whenever he possibly could. Each time his lips skirted a little closer to yours or his touches lingered longer and longer, but you pretended to not notice. It was nice in a way, all the emotional benefits of a relationship without actually being in one. But at the end of the night you were always alone in your bed, a wall away from him.

Any complicated thoughts you currently had about the arrangement were drowned out by booming music and the light buzz in your system from the drinks. To celebrate a new brand deal the team was partying in a club far fancier than any you had been to. Oikawa had personally chosen the tight blush mini dress you were wearily adjusting yet again. Leaning heavily against the high table, you watched as he sauntered back.

“A water, for my princess.” He set the glass in front of you and pressed a short kiss to the crown of your head. “And another drink for me.” 

“Thank you, Tōru.” You hummed. The nickname had grown on you. It certainly hadn’t helped that he had started to call you it even when you were out of earshot of others. 

He sipped his drink, but didn’t take his eyes off of you. Impossible to escape his intense stare, you finally met his gaze. 

“What?” You asked quietly. 

“You look really good tonight.” He said lowly while leaning into you. When his hot breath hit your cheek you couldn’t help but shiver. 

“T-thanks, so do you. I mean, you picked out this dress, so thank you.”

With his roughened fingers, he tilted your head up. 

“Can I kiss you, princess?” His normally whiney tone was low and huffy now.

“You kiss me all the time.” You giggled nervously and tapped your cheek. Pursing his lips, he took your hands into his and leaned in so his breath fanned across your face. 

“I want to really kiss you.” 

Gulping hard, you made no motion to move. “You’re just drunk.” You knew that was a lie. He had barely drank all night and the barely touched drink on the table beside you was only his second. 

“I’m not.” His thumbs massaged the back of your hands, sending you into a confused spiral. If you really kissed him than this entire fake relationship would feel like a real relationship and you knew he didn’t want that. You wanted… well, you weren’t sure what you wanted in the long run, but right now you didn’t mind being kissed by Tōru Oikawa. 

“Okay, uh, yeah, go ahead then.” You stammered out. 

With your soft ‘go ahead’ his lips were attached to yours. You had expected his touch to be rough and lust-filled, but instead he was kind and passionate. Any concerned you had about the nature of your feelings were pushed aside when his hands slinked lowly around your hips. When he finally pulled away, you were both panting hard. 

“It’s late. I wanna go home.” He gulped down a little of his drink and grabbed your purse, practically dragging you out of the club. If anyone noticed your quick departure, they didn’t say anything. In seconds he had hailed a cab and you were on your way back to your apartment. 

He was uncharacteristically silent, obviously deep in thought, but his hand closest to you kneaded deeply in the soft flesh of your bare thigh. Attempting to keep from squirming, you clutched onto your seatbelt as though it would keep you grounded. As soon as the cab stopped and you had paid and tipped the kind driver, Oikawa was dragging you away. His hand was still clamped tightly over yours when you stepped into the elevator together. 

You couldn’t begin to wonder what was going on in his head, but you had other thoughts on your mind. 

“Tōru?” You asked quietly as the machine whirred and began quickly moving up the levels. 

“Hm?” He finally looked at you, eyes hungry and sparkling. 

“Can we kiss again?” 

He responded by clutching you around the waist and meeting you with another deep kiss. You felt his hot tongue poke just past your lips, demanding entrance. Without hesitation, you offered it to him, moaning as he pulled you impossibly closer. Only when the elevator dings that you’re on your floor do you separate again. As you step out into your hallway, he speaks at last. 

“Come over.” He says, already dragging you toward his door. You hum in agreement.

If you really wanted to, you could tear your hand out of his or speak up. But you don’t. When he gets the door open, he shoves you through and slams it behind him, backing you up against it. Your small purse drops from your hands onto the floor as you leaf your fingers through his soft brown hair. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” His mouth latches onto your neck and you cry out. “And tonight in this fucking dress.” Large hands snake down from the sides of your ribcage to the hem of the dress. “I just… fuck, I want to keep doing this with you, but I…” 

His head slumps toward the floor, eyes downcast. You reach out and cradle his face in your hands to force him to look at you. 

“You what, Tōru?” The look of concern on your face in genuine as he looks as though he may cry any second. 

“I want to keep acting like you’re my girlfriend, but I don’t think it’s acting if I actually like you.” He paused to take a breath. “We’ve been friends for a little while and I’ve always thought you were cute and I really like spending time with you, but now… I couldn’t imagine ending this.” Oikawa’s pale cheeks flushed as he awaited your answer. 

“Me either.” You whispered, wholly unable to contain your grin. He brought you into a bone crushing embrace, sighing deeply against your shoulder. 

The moment, while awfully sweet, was stung by your overwhelming need to keep touching him. Your hands freely roamed up and down his back, eliciting a small, breathy moan from him. He lifted his head off your shoulder to capture your lips yet again. You tugged away at his jacket, which he quickly discard on the floor. His hands squeezed into your ass before he crouched just enough to wrap both hands around your thighs. 

“Jump, princess.” 

You didn’t need to be told twice. With your arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs around his torso, Oikawa hoisted you up. The stretchy fabric of your dress hiked up to reveal your scant white, lacey thong. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the sight. You kept sloppily kissing what little exposed skin you could above the collar of his dress shirt. 

Before moving he kicked off his shoes and helped you take off your own with one hand. When his hand came back up to cup your ass, he moved just a little too sharply, accidentally smacking you. A jagged moan forced its way out of your throat before you could think about what you were doing. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head. He let out a short, wicked laugh. 

“Very interesting…” he mused, beginning to walk toward his bedroom. After nudging open the door with one hand he brought it down on your bare ass hard. The sharp sting went straight to your pussy. This time, you tried to silence your much louder cry against his shoulder. “Whoopsie, my bad.” He snickered and turned on a soft lamp in the corner of the room. 

His arms dropped you onto his low bed and he immediately began undressing. You glanced around the clean and fairly barren room, trying to figure out why it felt so large even though it wasn’t. At last the answer was right in front of you when you met your own face in the wall mirror that spanned over his sliding closet beside the bed. His devilish eyes met yours in the mirror when he had freed himself everything except his boxer briefs. 

Your mouth drooled at the thick outline that pressed against the soft black fabric. Finally, you tore your eyes away from the mirror to really look at him. Unable to wait for him, you tore the dress off over your head as the bed dipped beside you. Not having worn a bra, since it wasn’t needed with the dress, left you only in your soaked panties. 

Oikawa barely admired your body before latching onto one of your breasts. His tongue circled your hardening nipple while he eagerly sucked and nipped at your sensitive skin. With one free hand he toyed with the opposite breast. The other hand smoothed up and down the skin on the inside of your thighs, just barely brushing against your clothed mound. The thong left little up to the imagination and barely covered you, but that wasn’t a concern you had right now. 

Just as his long fingers finally cupped your damp sex, he popped himself off your chest to press a wet kiss against your lips. 

“So wet already, princess.” He said with a grin. You whimpered as he tugged the lace of your panties and the rough fabric brought needed friction against your clit. “And so sensitive too.” He cooed down to you. “Has anyone touched this little pussy since we started going out? Hmm?” His thumb pressed down hard just above your clit, the sensation driving a sharp cry from you. 

“N-no,” you breathlessly sputtered out, “No one.” You gasp when you hear the soft squelching noise from how he’s kneading your cunt. 

“I bet you could cum just from this, huh?” 

“Uh-huh,” your whine is lewd. It’s almost infuriating to agree with him, but you do anyway, too swept up in the feeling. The soaked fabric and his fingers work in a steady rhythm against you. The sparks build up in your stomach, tightening that familiar coil. Your squirming under his every hot touch, hips bucking up to meet his motions. Just as you feel yourself nearing the edge, he pulls away and yanks you up with him. He yanks the flimsy fabric off of you and tosses it onto the ground.  

He kisses away the disappointed look on your face. “I’ll make you cum in your panties another day, baby, I promise. C’mere,” He leans back horizontal on the bed, “Don’t be shy now.”

Confused and heart racing, you do what you expect him to want and reach out to palm his cock. The angry red tip is peeking out just under the band, leaking a bead of precum onto his toned lower abdomen. When he laughs, you yank your hand away in shame, worried to ask what you did that was so funny. 

“No, no, I’m sorry. I meant come here and sit on my face.” He says slowly so you can hear every word. 

“Oh, I, uh… yeah, okay.” The words barely make it past your flustered lips as you crawl up his body. He helps adjust you over his broad shoulders, fingertips digging into your hips as he lowers you down. Only when you relax and look up do you realize you’re facing yourself again. From his position on the bed, Oikawa, rolls his eyes back just enough to watch you when he takes his first lick.

“Watch me make you cum.” He says quietly, the little hums from his voice vibrating into you. When he feels your body tense again, he slaps your ass just enough to jolt your clit against the tip of his nose. You twitch under the sensation, having been so close to release just moments ago. 

Your eyes are locked to where his tongue is endlessly lapping up your slick. The transfixing image forcing your hips to twitch and buck against him every so often. He encourages every soft whimper and moan you make with a deep, vibrating grumble between your thighs. When his tongue forces its way into your drooling hole you actually cry out, hands crashing against the top of his head to tug at his soft hair. 

His sweet, wide brown eyes meet yours clouded by lust. Your thighs are shaking around his head by the time he’s done fucking you with his tongue, but before you can relax he’s attaching himself to your pulsing clit. 

“Tōru, gonna, hnngh… gonna cum.” Your voice is hoarse and ragged as you’re watching all of your own movements in the spotless mirror. 

It doesn’t take much to set you over the edge. You can’t really tell what he’s doing, all you feel is pleasure as that tight coil snaps and your thighs clamp down on either side of his head. His sturdy hands keep you upright as your hips thrash against him. You can feel the hot wet drip of your own cum sliding down your thigh as he messily laps you up, easing you through the shattering orgasm. 

When you settle at last, he scoots out from under you and holds you in his arm, still facing the mirror. He shifts you into his lap, spreading your legs apart with his own. You watch as your soaked cunt continues to clench around nothing. One of his hands holds you upright against him while the other caresses through your folds. He easily slips one finger into your hole, sighing happily as he lightly rests his chin on your shoulder to watch. 

“Look at yourself, princess. Such a pretty little pussy and it sucks my fingers in so well.” He added a second, long finger and scissored them inside of you. It should have been more embarrassing, but your eyes remained locked exactly where his fingers were pumping and curling into you. 

“Want you.” You huffed, trying to catch your breath. His cock was pressed just against the lowest part of your back and you could feel that he craved you too.

“You can have me soon, I’m just making sure you can take me.” He punctuated his words with a particularly wide sweep of his fingers that made you crumble against him. 

“I-I can take you.” You argued. Happy with how you had relaxed around his fingers and not wanting to wait a minute longer, he popped his fingers out of your tight hole. He displayed his drenched hand for you. When he separated his fingers they remained obscenely connected by your thick cum. 

“You’re so cute.” His voice almost sounded casual as he nuzzled into your neck. Frustrated with the wait, you literally took matters into your own hands, taking his slick-cover hand into yours and sucking off his fingers. Your hips rutted back into his cock, hard. Oikawa shuddered against you with a broken gasp. “And a tease.”

He ripped his hand from your mouth and threw you to lay normally on the bed. In seconds, he was looming over you again, pressing soft, cuddly kisses against your lips. Your grabbing hands found his waistband and tugged down until his cock was free. It slapped against your tummy while he shuffled to pull the underwear off the rest of the way. 

You pulled him in for a deep kiss, desperately trying to lift your hips up to meet his. The thick length of his cock brushed against your slit with every slight movement of his hip. You realized he had been right to prep you so much. He was large. It shouldn’t have been surprising considering he was a taller guy, but you hadn’t expected such girth and length. 

“Want me to fuck you?” He whispered when you pulled away from one another. 

“Yes, please, please.” 

His classic grinning smirk was back as he lined himself up with your entrance. 

“No need to beg, princess.” He eased the tip in, grunting as he tried to move slowly. “You’re so tight even after all my hard work.” His overly whiney tone is enough to somewhat snap you out of your lovey lust-clouded haze. 

“You didn’t work that hard.” You try to scoff, but it turns into a choke when he slips a couple more inches in, stopping just at the thickest point of his shaft. You whine and quiver below him, gripping onto his muscles shoulders to keep grounded. The stretch burns delicious inside of you and you can’t wait until you can take him all the way. 

“What was that?” He hums. Part of you wants so badly to just submit and take back what you said, but another more devious part decides to push back. 

“If you worked so hard then it shouldn’t be so hard for you to fuck me.” Your softer tone betrays the playfully biting words, but it’s enough to make him nearly bottom out in you. 

“It wouldn’t be hard for me to fuck you. I’m just letting your tight pussy get used to this big cock.” 

You can’t help as you flutter around his length at the words. The slight movement is enough to suck him in the rest of the way. You loudly moan into his ear when his tight balls lightly tap against your ass. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you sigh, trying to relax around him. As much as you want him to fuck you hard right there, you know you have to wait. 

“Tell me when you’re ready, baby.” He hums, watching as your eyebrows knit in frustration. Taking one arm that’s propping him up over your frame, he reaches down to press at your clit, hoping to offer some distraction while you’re being molded to his shape. 

You were struggling to focus on anything other than his cock splitting you. His nimble fingers brushing warmly against your clit was just enough to lull you into comfort. 

“Ready.” You puffed out. 

“Y-yeah?” Oikawa moaned as he slowly pulled himself almost all the way out of before evenly sliding back in. He continued on like this, going slow and deep inside of you until you were clawing at his back and demanding more. 

“Please, harder.” 

Your plead is immediately heard by Oikawa who kisses you softly on the temple. “Of course, princess.” His tone is gentle in comparison to his hips that immediately snap into you. The force is almost startling and his speed matches it. 

His stamina seems endless as he ruts into you like he’s feral. Your body is burning with pleasure, so pleased to be filled up with him, you almost don’t notice when his fingers start to toy with your clit again. He’s panting little huffs into your ear, whispering sweet praises and nothings. His honeyed words only encourage you to cum faster. 

You legs wrap around his middle, forcing his hips in closer, as you cry out beneat him. It’s too much, convulsing around his thick cock. Your cunt sporadically clamps around him, desperately trying to keep him in place as he fucks you through it. Fucked out, you limply hang onto him. Your head lolls to the side to simply watch the two of you in the mirror once again, lips parted as you gasped for air. 

“Mmh, good girl.” He kisses you sloppily, grinning as he notices you watching yourself get fucked into the mattress. His words make your pulsing center flutter around him again and you feel his perfect thrusts start to get a little sloppy. 

“You gonna cum?” You slur out, rubbing small circles into the muscles of his back. “You wanna cum in me?” 

“Y-yeah, gonna cum in that perfect tight little pussy, princess.” He chokes out, hips stuttering. He sheaths himself all the way inside of you, shallowly pumping as his cum shoots inside of you. You’re holding him close, sighing into his skin at the way his hot cum fills you up. He catches your mouth in a sweet, but messy kiss as the last of his seed spurts into you. 

“We should’ve started actually dating a long time ago.” 

[misslilli]

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 21 - The Halloween Fair

[ DS ]

On the afternoon of the Halloween fair, I take out the costume that Miss Hannigan picked out for me from the closet. Ever since I’ve got it, I’m beyond excited to wear it. It’s a black low-cut shirt, a white, checkered suit with a blazer that ties at the waist and a flaring skirt. As I put on the blonde wig and the black beret, I turn to the mirror channeling my best inner Faye Dunaway and say to myself in a breathy, southern lilt: “My, my, don’t you just look dandy, Miss Bonnie Parker!”

My friends have been roped into manning the booths of the fair and somehow, I’ve slipped under the town people’s radars, which leaves me able to roam around the fair, albeit alone. Since I’ve known most people in this town ever since I was little, I’m never actually alone at these happenings, people tend to just pull me into their conversation as I walk by. But as luck will have it, as I’m rounding one of the booths of the fair, I find myself face to face with the one person I had secretly hoped to see.

He’s wearing a brown tweed suit with a matching waistcoat and over the white collared shirt he’s tied an emerald green tie. Perched on his head is a white fedora. ‘Shit. He’s Clyde. What the fuck?’

We stop in our tracks and stare at each other for a moment, taking in our respective costumes. He’s the first one to regain his ability to speak.

“Hey Bonnie, the laws are outside, they’re blockin’ the driveway!” His Warren Beatty impression is perfect right down to the Texan drawl. ‘God help me…’

“Gosh, I hope you’ve parked the getaway car around the corner, Clyde!” I’m putting on my best Faye Dunaway impression again as I add a wink to my statement and just continue to walk past him. My heart thumping hard against my chest betrays my cool exterior, but that’s my secret and my secret alone.

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[ FM ]

When we finally get to the Halloween fair that Felix has roped me into, dressed up in a costume I didn’t even pick myself. We trail the grounds together and we’re drawn to the candy apple booth. Well actually, Felix draws us to this exact booth, the little sneak, but I can’t resist his pout and pleading eyes, so we end up getting an apple each. Munching away happily, his mouth full, he asks the question I’ve been too scared to ask myself: “Hey dad, do you think Miss Scully is here too with her friends?” I hope she is, if only to see what kind of costume she has picked out for herself, but I can’t tell Felix that. Instead, I just shrug and we continue our stroll across the town square.

When we round another booth, we both stop in our tracks as we see a blonde woman appear before us , dressed in a checkered suit and a beret on her head. ‘Bonnie. She’s the freakin’ Bonnie to your Clyde. Your sidekick. No, your partner in crime. The woman you love. In the movie of course. Insert awkward cough.’.

Felix is oblivious of course, he hasn’t seen the movies and I doubt he even knows what my costume is, let alone Miss Scully’s. I scrape together the last braincells that are left in my head and a stupid movie quote is the only thing I can think of at this moment.

“Hey Bonnie, the laws are outside, they’re blockin’ the driveway!” The retort she gives me combined with her wink render me speechless until she’s well past me and Felix, mingling with the small crowd that welcomes her into their midst just a few feet away from us.

Felix does the thing I wish I could bring myself to do, staring at her retreating form in wonder and he also speaks the words that have sprung to my own mind.

“Wow!”

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[ DS ]

Countless conversations later and a little tipsy on the delicious apple cider they always serve at the Halloween fair, I wander along the booths when I hear a voice I haven’t heard in over a year. And could’ve gone forever not hearing again. It’s my ex-whatever Steve, talking to one of his friends.

I’m hidden pretty well in the crowd of people due to my shortness but I can still catch flashes of their conversation. When I hear my name, I stop, straining my ears.

“Dana? Oh God, no. She’s not even close to being a serious contender for a relationship.” I wince at his statement as well as the tone of his voice. “She’s just always there, you know? Like a well trained Golden Retriever, I say the word and she comes running. Such an easy lay!” When they share a laugh I can feel the flush of shame and anger crawl up my neck.

The situation he describes is exactly what I’ve spent countless hours in therapy getting over. But what he says next really drives a stake through my heart. “It’s so pathetic, but if it’s what I have to do to get laid, whatever. She’s even dirtier in bed than any hot teacher fantasy you could ever imagine and what they say about good Catholic girls is very, very accurate, if you know what I mean!”

If he weren’t the demon I have to face every time I try to get over my past, I would’ve revealed myself and give his ass a good kicking for talking about me the way he has. But not knowing how I’ll react to being face-to-face with him, I stay hidden behind a group of mummies and zombies like a fucking coward.

I’m so furious with him and myself for not being able to stand up to him. Where the hell are my friends when I need them? I haven’t seen them all evening and I could really use their company to talk some sense into me. Since they’re nowhere to be found, I head towards the bar set up in the back and slide onto a stool, ordering a shot of Tequila. ‘Fuck it! That low-life is not even worth your time of day!’

On the surface, I’m so angry I want to set this whole damn place on fire, but deep down, the past hurt resurfaces to join the hurt from his words I just heard.

By the time I’ve downed my second shot, I’ve repeated the mantra that I’m a strong woman who’s better off without men in my head about a thousand times. I see someone slide onto the stool next to me out of the corner of my eye as I order another shot of Tequila to keep the two empty glasses in front of me company.

“A third shot of Tequila is just asking for trouble, if you ask me.” I turn my head slowly towards my bar-mate to tell him exactly where to shove his smart-ass remark when I’m faced with my supposed partner in crime, the charming one with the disarmingly innocent smile on his stupid face. I’m staring him down defiantly, my eyes never leaving his while the bartender places my glass in front of me and I grab it, downing it in a swift motion, daring him in my mind to say anything else. He doesn’t comment, good for him, and orders a shot for himself, just raising his glass silently and I clink it with my empty one – I’m tipsy, not insane, chasing one shot with another.

We’re staring straight ahead during our conversation, turning our glasses over and over between our fingers.

“Which guy seems to be the problem and how many rounds of ammo do I need to take him out?,” he asks after minutes of silence. I want to lean into him for just assuming that it’s a man that has me sitting here seething, but unfortunately, he’s right. This one time.

“How many rounds you got?” He scoffs at that.

“Plenty. And I know of exactly eleven ways to get rid of a body without raising suspicion.”

“And here I was thinking the FBI frowned upon their employees giving out top-level secrets on how to hide away evidence of a crime committed.”

“I’m not going to tell you, I wouldn’t want you to be held in contempt of Congress when questioned.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t rat you out when questioned by Congress?”

“Just a hunch… Talk to me, Red. What happened tonight?” He turns towards me and I can feel his gaze dancing over the skin of my face.

“You really want to know? Well, turns out the asshole of an ex of mine decided that today might be the perfect time to make an encore appearance in my life and reminded me again why I should’ve kicked him to the curb a long time ago instead of hoping I could change him.” Looking down at the bar, I trace my finger through the condensation drops, my anger slowly dissipating and my voice growing more and more quiet. “I heard him say some pretty awful things about me tonight.”

I relax into his hand when he places it comfortingly on my back, right between my shoulder blades, and huff out a sigh. “I’m sorry.,” is the only thing he says, but doesn’t add anything else, giving me the choice if I wanted to elaborate or not.

“What I witnessed today was the way he’s always been but I just couldn’t see through the masquerade of the sweet guy, he was so kind and said all the right things and he quite literally wooed the pants off me from the get-go.”

“Love bombing.” ‘Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re a profiler. You probably already got one worked out for me, trust-issues, anxious attachment style, possibly daddy issues, in short, a hot mess. Avoid at all costs.’

“Pretty much, yeah. And I was stupid enough to believe it.” I raise my hand to call over the bartender for another round.

“You’re not stupid. It’s hard to tell the difference between genuine interest and love bombing in the beginning.” ‘Yeah, no shit Sherlock. It’s exactly why I’m sitting here torn between wanting you to make a pass at me and being absolutely terrified that you actually will.’

“How about we pass on the shots and get some water instead before calling it a night?”

“I think that’s probably a good idea, Mr. Mulder!”

“You know, after tonight, what do you say we just drop the Mister?” I nods slowly, pursing my lips.

“So just Fox?” He makes a pained face.

“No, please don’t. Just Mulder is fine.”

“Mh-hm. I guess since we’re dropping the titles, that that makes me Scully? Little odd, but alright!”

We get the check and argue back and forth about who gets to pay, him putting an end to it with a firm “Will you give it a rest, you’ll get to pick up the next check!”.

In my attempt to slide off the barstool gracefully despite three tequila shots, my heel catches onto the rail at the bottom and I stumble over the stool, knocking it over in the process. I have only his quick reflexes to thank that I don’t follow suit, his arms catching me around my waist and pulling me upright again.

He has the audacity to laugh, the bastard, and I’m beyond mortified. “Easy there, partner! Do you need a ride home? Felix is at a pajama party at his friend Suzie’s house, so I’m free to be your pumpkin carriage for tonight.” ‘NO! Yes? No. Get your hands off me. Don’t let go just yet.’

I’m so confused at the tug of war in my fuzzy head but I hate getting a cab alone and I’m in heels on top of being tipsy, I don’t want to walk home alone at night.

As we walk out, his hand finds his way to the small of my back guiding me through the crowds while making sure I don’t stumble again.

On the drive to the beach house, I manage not to fall asleep despite how tired I feel, too afraid of snoring or, God forbid, drooling onto myself. His hands find my back again guiding me up the stairs to the front door and I turn to face him at the top, even more nervous.

“Thanks for the ride, Mulder. And for listening.”

“Anytime, Scully. Good night!”

When he leans in, I start to panic that this is it and I think it shows on my face, because he only kisses my cheek, just like I did after the birthday party before getting back in the car and heading home. I can’t decide if I’m relieved or disappointed.

I can’t ignore the flutter of excitement every time his hands land anywhere on my body but what I will absolutely deny, even to myself, is the way my heart constricts in my chest when he gazes at me that way and the sense of comfort that settles over me when we’re together.

Bodily reactions I can deal with, it’s when it comes to emotions is where it gets scary.

I just don’t think my heart can survive another Steve.

[maybe-your-left]

Window Panes - Forever

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Summary: A cool breeze nipped at your exposed legs, causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin. You were curled into your comforter, comfy and safe, your cheek pressed against your pillow. Lips pursed and a small amount of drool seeping into the fabric. A creak came from the corner of your room, slightly rousing you from your slumber. You glanced around, your drooping eyelids barely taking in the scene. In your sleep riddled state, you didn't see him, his large figure stalking towards you. The whites of his eyes shining in the moonlight, it wasn't until you felt a palm slide up your side. Following the natural contours of your body, the warmth emanating from it lulling you to sleep once again. A dip in the mattress, the springs creaking under the weight. 

Hot breath fanned over your neck, soft lips pressing onto the back of your ear. A deep hum filling your senses, you sighed. Cuddling back into the figure, wanting to get closer to the warm entity. A low chuckle sounded behind you, and then... 

Nothing. 

TW/CW: This is dark shit, like explicitly horrible shit happens in this. However, I enjoy reading dark fics, and I super loved Stalker Clyde by @clumsycopy​ & was inspired by the oneshot EOS by @thetorturerwrites and I wanted to write something with the sameish tone for Halloween. NSFW, Violence, Murder, Non-con elements, Domestic Violence, Surgery, Explicit sex, oral sex, anal sex, sex toys, miscarriage, mental manipulation, stockholm syndrome, waterboarding, forced feeding, Animal abuse (just a brief mention, I do not go into any detail). 

“Is it-Are we rolling?” 

“Yeah, we’re rolling.” 

“Okay, great,” a sigh of relief. 

You shifted in your chair, smoothing back your hair and itching the microphone that was attached to your shirt collar. Crossing and recrossing your legs, you should’ve worn pants, a skirt was a stupid idea with these boots. You gave a weak smile to the woman across from you, her white teeth flashing the cameras all around the sound stage. 

“Okay,” she looked into the lens, “We are here tonight with one of the victims of the famous 2020 murder trial from New York. She went through over five years of repeated abuse at the hands of her kidnapper, all while he was out killing people around the city.” She turned to you, nodding her head as a show for you to react to the TV. “It’s so nice to have you here, Miss (Y/N).” 

You cleared your throat, shifting once more, “Thank you, it’s a pleasure to be here.” 

“How are you doing?” 

You bit back a scoff, what a stupid thing to ask. After that introduction, what was she expecting you to say, ‘oh I’m fucking fantastic, I’ve been running since the day he was sent to prison and going through intense psycho-therapy to rid myself of Stockholm syndrome.’. 

“I’m great,” you faked a smile, “Always nice to visit New York again.” 

“I’m sure,” she smiled once more, all you could think about were the wrinkles on her face, the crows feet on the corner of her eyes. She must get botox for working at a news station, there’s no way her skin is on with just natural confidence. 

“When was the last time you visited?” 

You had to stop yourself from blurting out an answer, knowing that this would be on national television. Which you knew federal prisons watched, you wouldn’t want to give away any of your whereabouts since the incident. “Uh-it’s been a few years, I haven’t had much reason to be back. My life has shifted to another part of the world.” 

“That’s fantastic! So you’ve been doing well for yourself the past six years?” 

“Yeah,” you gave a genuine smile, “It’s been tough, no off days really. Trying to gain some normalcy from it all, but I’ve done well. I live relatively fearless, of everything.” 

“We have you here because of a break in your case, as I’m sure you know.” 

You gave a grim nod. 

It’s all anyone wanted to talk about since the story flashed on the news last week. Leaving your once quiet home filled with reporters. You weren’t even home when it happened, out getting groceries, gripping your sons’ hands firmly as you walked the aisles. Letting him pick out some snacks for his lunchbox, like any mother would, when your phone blew up. 

Dozens of messages, calls, articles, you name it. 

All with his face plastered on it. 

Convicted murderer and kidnapper, Kylo Ren, has requested the death penalty. After being found attempting to escape federal prison for the 6th time in the past five years. The convict claims that he ‘would rather die than live another day rotting in his cell’. Dropping all the appeals cases that his lawyers have been pushing since his initial sentencing. 

The former New York state governor was on trial for murderering and disemboweling 9 separate victims and kidnapping an 18-year-old girl. He kept her in his basement as his sex slave for close to 3 years before he married her, the young girl escaping into the streets when she was just 22 years old. Covered from head to toe in gashes, blood, and bruises. Claiming that her husband had beaten her within an inch of her life. 

The subsequent trial lasted three months after his arrest. Leading to him being convicted of first-degree murder, rape, and domestic assault. He was sentenced to life in prison, his then-wife was placed under medical care for an undetermined time. 

Mr. Ren has tried to get his charges appealed since the initial sentencing, claiming that his wife was mentally insane and an unfit witness. Along with other claims that include bribing members of the jury to change their verdicts. The whereabouts of Mr. Ren’s ex-wife is unknown, but he claims that he has kept tabs on her even from ‘the inside’. 

“Your kidnapper is being put on death row, which isn’t allowed in the state of New York. Which means he is being transferred over state lines to another prison. However, it hasn’t been revealed where he is being brought because of people interfering with the swap. How do you feel about that?” 

You chewed your cheek, thinking for a moment. There was no way he did this willingly, Ren was never someone to take the easy way out. The last time you heard from him was three years ago, on your son’s birthday. 

Receiving a call from the prison, the only one you had gotten since the sentencing. 

You remember picking up the phone, throat going dry as you whispered that you accepted the charges. Waiting for the operator to connect you to him, after three long years without his voice. 

“Hello, love.” 

“What,” you whispered, stepping away from the living room of screaming toddlers. Your boyfriend gave you a weird look when your face went white as a ghost. “What do you want, Ren?” 

“How are you? Doing well I hope?” 

You huffed, moving into your kitchen and ripping a bottle of wine out of the fridge. Taking a drink as you snarled, “Just tell me what shitty thing you have to say so I can go back to my family.” 

“Oh, yes. Your family.” he sighed, “And what a sweet family it is… little Luke is how old now? I would think he would be about… three.” 

“How do you know about my son?” 

“Hm.” 

“I don’t think he’s just yours.” 

“You shut your mouth, Luke is not your son. I’m going to hang up if you don’t get to the point.” 

“He’s growing up so well. Hairs getting longer, but I know you like to keep it short. But he complained about his ears last time-so big.” 

You took a deep breath, peaking into the living room. Just in time to see your baby boy, smiling and laughing with his friends. Sitting in your boyfriends’ lap, tearing into presents. His big eyes shone with tears of joy when he ripped through a gift that was his favorite color, red. A squeal so loud it could’ve shattered a window, pulling out a giant plush toy. It was like a penguin-mixed with a little dog, no nose, and some sharp fangs. From one of his favorite TV shows, along with a card and some other little toys. 

“Tell me, love,” he chuckled, “Does he like his present? He sounds over the moon about it through the speaker. What I wouldn’t give to be there to run my fingers through his dark hair, look him in the eyes and tell him how much his father loves him.” 

You made Luke sleep in bed with you that night, holding his small body flush with yours. Running your fingers through his curls as he snored into your chest, small tracks of drool seeping into your nightshirt. Trembling as you stared at the shadows, dancing across the bedroom from the window. Full moon shining, you could’ve sworn the floor was creaking downstairs, the sound of footsteps climbing towards your room rang in your ears. 

You didn’t sleep that night, staring into your son’s face as he woke. Blinking awake to smile as you, his grin reaching across his face. All the way to his ears, large ears, covered by his almost black waves. His long lashes fluttering as he greeted you, “Hi mama.” 

His eyes. 

Fuck. 

One of them your eye color, shining back at you. But the other, it was his. 

Deep auburn, shining in the sunlight. Daring you to challenge him, defy him, prove him wrong, anything that would allow him to unleash whatever hell lived under his skin. Flowed through his blood, tainting every corner of your psyche. His child, the one you hid from the world. Moving as far away as you could, claiming it was your boyfriends’ child. 

But he knew. 

And Luke was starting to notice. 

“I feel,” you looked at your hands, forcing them into fists to stop them from shaking, “Just fine, he’s not in my life anymore. Just a small chapter in the book of my story, I hope that he finds peace. Wherever he goes.” 

“Peace? For a man that almost killed you multiple times?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, I do. I can’t change who he is, or what he’s done. I can just try as hard as I can to move on. And if being on death row will help him find what he’s looking for then I wish him the best of luck.” 

She gave you a weird look, shifting in her seat, “Do you think it says anything about his guilt?” 

“Guilt?” 

“Yes, for the past six years he has never acknowledged that he was guilty. Claiming that the jury and witnesses were bought and that you were mentally unstable-making up half the accusations against him. Do you think that him asking for the death penalty is a way of admitting that he was guilty?” 

“Hell no,” you blurted out, eyes going wide at the camera, “Oh-can I swear? I’m so sorry.” 

She laughed you off, “You’re fine, we can blur it out. But you sound so confident? Do you think he believes that he’s done nothing wrong?” 

Now it was your turn to laugh, “Not to repeat myself but, hell no. That man knows, he’s very conscious of his decisions. Everything has a purpose, everything is done for a reason, Ren doesn’t waste his energy on doing something for no benefit.” 

“What would be the benefit of being put on death row?” 

You sighed, thinking about Ren, trying to get into his mindset to see how he could angle the sentencing changing. Letting out a sharp laugh as you rubbed your eyes, “Well-you said it earlier.” 

She looked at you confused. 

“New York doesn’t have the death penalty.” 

New York doesn’t have the death penalty. 

New York doesn’t have the death penalty. 

New York doesn’t have the death penalty. 

“Oh my god,” you whispered, looking around the room frantically. “Oh my god-oh my god-oh my GOD-New York doesn’t have the death penalty!” you screamed, shooting out of the chair. Grasping the reporter by her shoulders and shaking her violently, “He knew! He knew I was coming here! He’s gonna take him!” 

“Miss (Y/N),” the reporters and security officers yelled. Trying to calm you down, but no, she had said it. 

New York doesn’t have the death penalty. 

You ran from the TV station, hailing a cab on the packed streets. Frantically calling your boyfriend over and over, he was at home. Back in Nevada… where the death penalty is legal, with Luke. He wouldn’t pick up, the dial tone ringing three times before his voice sang through the speaker. 

You wailed in the back of the cab, calling everyone you knew back at home. Asking if they could go get Luke from school, if they had seen him that day. Anything to try prove false the sick feeling in your stomach you knew was true. 

Running through airport security as fast as you could, taking the first flight back home. You prayed on the way that your boyfriend had Luke, safe and sound, back at home. Hopefully, curled in his red blanket, snuggling the stuffed animal he got that faithful birthday. 

Even though no one knew where it came from. 

Luke wouldn’t let you get rid of it. 

Claiming his daddy gave it to him. 

You just let him have it, he was three there was no way he would let you take his toy away once he had held it to his chest. Kissing it with his full lips, dragging it around the house every fucking day. It was his best friend, from the moment he saw it. 

You cried on the plane, realizing too late that the gift was from him. 

His real father. 

Watching after his miracle child. 

When you touched down in Las Vegas, your phone blew up. Your stomach flipping as you read through the messages from your boyfriend, explaining that he let your friend pick Luke up from school. The same friend claimed that your boyfriend had picked him up, Luke’s teacher calling to let you know someone in a black Porsche picked him up. 

Whisking away his child from under your nose. 

You choked on your tears as you read the message from his teacher, telling you how happy Luke was when he left. How he ran into your new boyfriend's arms, like he had known him for his entire life. She told you that he had introduced himself, Ben was just the most amazing father figure she had ever met. Stowing away Luke, surrounded by toys and chocolate when she waved them off. 

After you gathered your luggage you walked towards the cabs out front. Stopping cold in your tracks when you saw a chauffeur holding a sign that said your old name. 

Mrs. Ren. 

You climbed in, body feeling numb. 

Your phone dinged, a picture being sent to you from an unknown number. 

A picture of Luke, held tightly against his real father’s chest. Drifting off to sleep in his strong arms that once choked you to death. 

See you at home love, we miss you. 

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I wanted baby luke to say something like ‘my daddy visits me at night’ but it was too on the nose. 

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[starlightsearches]

People seem to depict hux as sexually dominant and while i think he’d want to be i just dont think he would know how well enough to take control so please can i request reader teaching hux how to kiss and maybe also giving him the first loving hug he’s ever had?

Lessons

I 100% agree with you on this, thank you for sending in this request!

Requests are open ✨

Armitage Hux x Reader

AN: I mentioned that I was working on an earlier request, a second part to the Hux x Reader on Arkanis. I am almost finished with that, but it got really sad towards the end and I had to take a break. That’s when this happened. I promise I haven’t forgotten about the other one; it will be out any day now 🥰

Warnings: This is kind of horny (sfw) but it’s also kind of soft, so . . . ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also, language. 

Every nerve in his body is screaming for him to leave right now, but he’s glued in place on the edge of your room, watching as you move around it so casually. This is so unlike him. He’d never believed himself capable of doing something like this. How had he ended up here?

Canto Bight had to be one of General Hux’s least favorite places. The whole planet was gaudy in the extreme, and the casino was the gaudiest spot of them all, full of drunkards and fools all laughing and screaming as they threw their credits away. Ridiculous. However, business was business, and that meant he occasionally had to venture away from the discipline of the Finalizer to meet with an informant or businessman on their terms. He had been at the casino—waiting with some reluctance for one of those meetings—when he stepped out onto the balcony for a cigarette, hoping to calm his frayed nerves and get away from all the noise. 

He had only been alone a few moments before you had joined him, greeting him with a simple nod and then finding a place to lean against the balcony, a little ways away, placing a cigarette between your own lips. He had watched out of the corner of his eye as you searched through your bag, rustling through the contents of the tiny purse without any luck.

“Damn,” you said to yourself, before turning to address him, “do you have a lighter I could borrow?” That was when the trouble had started. 

He walks through the interaction now as he waits for you to finish whatever it is you’re doing, moment by moment, trying to figure out exactly when he had agreed to this, but he can’t seem to remember that part. All he can remember is the way your eyes grazed over his figure as he leaned in to light your cigarette for you and the secret in your smile as you took your first drag.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” you said, casually sliding closer, “business or pleasure?”

“Business,” he had replied curtly, trying to ignore the way his throat caught when you said the word pleasure. “And yourself?”

“Oh I work here.” The rest of your conversation was a blur now, and all he could really manage to recall after that was the feeling of your breath brushing up against his ear and the tug of your hand as you led him to one of the lifts.

“Make yourself at home,” you say to him now, but there’s little chance of that happening. You’re in front of the dresser, in the process of removing the many rings and bracelets that cover your hands and arms, plucking them off one by one and dropping them into a small bowl with a plink, plink, plink. Hux should do something, like remove his suit jacket, or his tie, but he can’t. He’s having a hard enough time breathing, as it is.

He observes the room instead, which is small, neat, and wholly impersonal. There’s a window on the far side of the room and light streams in through the gap in your curtains, throwing a yellow stripe over your neatly made bed. It’s just a regular hotel room. You couldn’t possibly live here. A new thought hits him, and he goes red.

“You said you worked here,” he ventures, looking everywhere in the room but you, “what do you do?” You pull off the last of your jewelry and drop it in the bowl, leaning on the dresser and looking at him with a small smirk.

“I’m a bartender,” you say, “you caught me at the end of my shift. Why? Did you think I was . . .” You trail off when you sense his embarrassment, but the smile doesn’t leave your face as you approach him, shrugging off your own jacket and tossing it onto the floor. Your nimble fingers begin working at the knot in his tie, and he swallows hard as you discard it in the same way.

“I’ve-” he begins as you pull at his jacket, stuttering despite himself, “I’ve, uh, never done anything like this before.” He really should leave, before you start laughing at him. He feels ridiculous, no, worse. He feels inadequate. Weak. It’s only a matter of time before you recognize the mistake you made in bringing him here and force him out the door, off to find someone who knows what they’re doing.

“I’ve heard that before,” you laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer, and he can feel you against all of him, the silky material of your dress whispering as it rubs against his own clothing. His arms stay firmly attached to his sides, his hands in fists, and he curses under his breath, looking up at the ceiling to avoid seeing all of this. 

“No,” he says, his voice shaking, “I mean I’ve never done anything like this before.” You pull away from him and the playful smile is gone; instead, you study him with a gaze that’s much too sharp to be at home on a face as beautiful as yours. 

“Oh?” you say at first, skeptically, like you think he’s lying, and then when he makes no response, your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh.” Hux thinks about grabbing his coat and tie off of the floor and running out the door, leaving the planet. He’d forget about the meeting. He’d forget about all of this, hopefully, with enough time. He’s about to do it, too, when you trace your hand down from his shoulder, resting it at the top of his collar, your thumb just barely grazing the hollow of his throat.

“I could teach you,” you say, looking up through your lashes, “if you wanted.” He wants it. He wants it very much. Even though he should know better, he nods, letting you take his hand again and lead him to sit on the edge of the bed. His heart is beating wildly as he watches you adjust yourself into a comfortable position, sitting with one leg propped on the bed, facing him. He’s a grown adult, not some damn adolescent, but the sight of your legs, bare underneath the hem of your skirt, is about to send him into cardiac arrest. He needs to get a hold of himself, and fast.

“First things first, you need to relax,” you say, and you bring both hands down on his shoulders. The contact is less charged, more casual than before, and you shake him, just a little, trying to get him to loosen the tension he’s holding in his back. You lean in, a very slight amount, and look him in the eyes, breathing  rhythmically, and he follows your lead, his thumping heart rate slowing to a much safer level.

“Better?” you ask, and he nods again. You take it as an invitation to move closer, sliding across the mattress, only stopping once one of your knees brushes against his. The pounding of his heart returns, but it’s more manageable this time, and he doesn’t feel like he’s going to pass out. An improvement.

You stay here for a moment, allowing him to adjust to the novelty of it all. “Just let me know when you’re ready for the next step,” you say with a laugh, and he’s glad for it—that you’re handling this whole situation with humor, even if he can’t.

“Alright,” he says, and you remove one of your hands from his shoulder, taking him by the arm and guiding his hand to your waist, letting it rest there, on the curve of your hip. When you know that he’s not going to pull away, you bring your hand back, this time holding his jaw, your fingers smooth and warm against his skin.

“Look at you, doing so well,” you whisper, and—even if it’s undeserved—the praise goes straight to his head. His vision blurs for a moment before he can focus on you once again, memorizing your face in the glow of the window. He still doesn’t understand how someone like you—someone with those eyes, someone with a mouth like that, would want to kiss someone like him, but he’s not going to ruin it now. Not when he’s this close.

You brush your thumb over his mouth, pulling his lips apart just slightly, before your hand moves to the back of his neck. “Okay, remember: the whole point of this is to feel good, so if you don’t feel good, let me know, and we can stop.” He nods his head one last time, and you close the gap, pressing your mouth to his.

Good is an understatement. Incredible is an understatement. Actually, Hux is convinced that there aren’t words in any language to describe exactly how it feels to kiss you, but he tries anyways. It’s electric. Breathtaking. Sacred. You pull him closer, your other hand reaching up to the back of his neck, and he moves into you, pressing his mouth more firmly against yours, your lips parting with a small sigh.

“That was good,” you say when you pull away, and he can hear that you’re slightly breathless, “really good.” You lean back slightly, so that you can look him in the eyes again. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes.” He kisses you again before he’s finished the word, following you as you lean back against the bed. His other hand finds your jaw, gripping it tightly as you move beneath him, and you brace yourself against him, your hand moving to his waist, holding on to him at his ribcage.

Thin as a slip of paper. The words pass through his mind and he immediately pulls away. Hux can’t think of a worse time for his father’s voice to come back to haunt him, and he clenches his fists, his nails digging crescent shapes into the palms of his hands as he tries to banish it from his mind.

“Everything okay?” you sit up on the bed, leaning on one arm. You look like a goddess, like sex personified, with your wild hair and swollen lips. He can’t believe he did that. He can’t believe that you let him do that.

“I just . . .” how could he explain himself? You seem to understand, even if he can’t put it into words, watching him with careful eyes as you sit up and slide one leg over both of his, straddling his lap. He swallows hard, trying to keep his eyes on your face, and not on the hem of your dress, which is stretching taut between your legs. 

“What are you doing?” His hands find your waist again, holding you in place because now that you’re here, he doesn’t want you to leave.

“I just wanted to get a better look at you,” you whisper, brushing your hand over his hair tenderly, and the feeling makes him shiver. No one’s ever been this gentle with him before. Your gaze combs over his face, and he closes his eyes when he feels you lean in, peppering faint kisses over his nose, his eyelids, his cheeks. 

When you return to his mouth, he’s too stunned to react. This is better than he ever imagined. He’s not sure how he’ll live without it, and he wishes he could stay like this forever. Somewhere he feels wanted. Somewhere he feels safe. 

A faint beeping sounds off, distracting him, and he pulls away from you to check the time.

“I should go,” he says, gently nudging you off of him so that he can stand, “I have a meeting.” He thinks that maybe he should stay, as he watches you flop back onto the bed. Damn his meeting, he’d really like to stay.

“The next time you’re back on Canto Bight,” you say, “come and find me. I want to see you again.”

“I’d like that,” he reaches for his things, pulling on his jacket and re-tying his tie, examining his reflection in the mirror.

You follow him to the doorway and he kisses you again, hard, passionate, and up against the wall. It’s better than the first time, and it makes him feel brave. “My meeting might be over in a little less than an hour,” he says tentatively, “I could—if you wanted, that is—I could come back tonight?” You kiss him again, as he pulls the door open behind him. He takes that as a yes.

[rookie-ramsey]

Baby Blues, Chapter 14 (Bryce X MC)

Description: Bryce and MC can handle just about anything. Hopefully, pregnancy and parenting fall into the “just about anything” category.

Preview: Jackie snorted. “Uh… yeah. You’re gonna turn heads regardless of what you wear. Bryce’s jaw is gonna be on the floor no matter what.”

“Isn’t he shopping today, too?” Sienna helped Emily tie the dress’s sash into a bow behind her back.

“Yeah. He recruited his groomsmen and they’re at a shop somewhere. I don’t know if they’re still there.”

Keiki nodded.  “Probably. He sent me an SOS a few minutes ago because he thought he lost one of his groomsmen in the store.”

Previous Chapter

In the following days, they made sure to pay attention to their surroundings. Bryce didn’t trust his parents not to snoop around, and he was determined to keep ties cut with them. He saw to it that they knew he would seek legal action if they showed up at his door or tried to investigate them, which was enough to make them board the next flight back to Hawaii.

They tried to call and text, but their attempts ceased as Bryce refused to answer. Within a few weeks, it was as if they’d faded from his existence once again. He turned his focus to helping Emily plan their wedding and taking care of Ava.

One saturday afternoon a few weeks after sending Bryce’s parents away, Emily walked into the living room with Ava, who had just woken from her nap. “Hey, Keiki, do you want to go to the mall? We can do some shopping and grab something to eat.”

The teen nodded. “Sure.”

Bryce arched a brow, curious. “What am I? Chopped liver?”

“It’s a girl’s outing. Just the three of us.” Emily slipped a sweater and a pair of socks onto Ava and grabbed the diaper bag and the car keys.

Feigning hurt, Bryce kissed her goodbye before she left. Emily led the way to the car and strapped Ava into her carseat before she left their apartment building’s parking lot. She drove to the mall, where she and Keiki made a beeline for a pizza place that they loved.

When they sat at their table, Emily settled Ava in a high chair. The five-month-old huffed in annoyance, wiggling against her restraints for a moment before giving up.

“So, there’s something I want to ask you,” Emily announced after a bite of pizza.

Curious, Keiki glanced at her. “What is it?”

“Do you want to be a bridesmaid?”

The teen’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. You’re Bryce’s sister. That makes you my family.” Emily nodded, reaching over to take a dirty napkin from Ava.

“Of course I wanna do it.” Keiki smiled. “I remember when I first moved here almost two years ago and you and Bryce were still trying to act like you were ‘just friends’. It was embarrassingly obvious how bad you two had it for each other.”

“I deny nothing.”

“I know I like teasing my brother, but the whole deal got me a cool sister-in-law and the world’s cutest niece.”

“You’re right on both accounts.” Emily grinned as Keiki reached over and tickled Ava’s foot. Ava squealed with giggles, kicking her feet.

“Do you think you’ll be able to have Ava be in the wedding?”

“If she’s walking, maybe. I’d love to see her as a flower girl even if she’s not steady by then. I mean, she won’t remember it, and she’ll probably just dump all the flowers out in one spot and put the basket on her head, but it’s the cuteness that counts.

“She’ll be adorable.”

After lunch, Emily loaded Ava back into her shoulder. They spent the next two hours browsing store after store, loading the compartment under Ava’s stroller with merchandise.

Their last stop was the children’s store, where Emily could never resist buying things she knew Ava would just outgrow.

“Didn’t you pick lavender for your wedding colors?” Keiki held up a tiny lavender dress with a fluffy skirt. “Cause this would look really cute on Ava.”

Emily gasped. “It’s perfect. And she’ll grow into it by February.”

She took the dress and showed it to Ava, who looked at it with mild interest, her eyes drawn to the large bow attached to it.

“Look here. You’ll wear this to the wedding. It may end up covered in baby food and poop, but no judgment here.” Emily added the dress to her growing pile of purchases.

Once they couldn’t carry any more stuff, they went home. The next morning, Emily tracked down Sienna at work, unable to resist grinning ear to ear when she found her in the lounge.

“Hey, Em!”

“I have something really important to talk to you about.” Emily rocked back and forth on her feet, her hands concealed behind her back.

Sienna chuckled at the mischievous glint in her friend’s eye. “What is it?”

With a flourish, Emily revealed a ring box. She knelt down, opening the box with a flourish. Sienna’s hands flew to her mouth to contain a laugh at the sight of a pinky ring with a dolphin charm.

“Sienna Trinh, my best friend, would you be not only my bridesmaid, but also my maid of honor?”

Giggling, Sienna accepted the ring and slid it onto her finger. When Emily stood up, she gave her  a tight hug. “Of course!”

“Good, cause that was really dorky of me and I’d be really embarrassed if it didn’t work.” Emily grinned and returned her hug. “We’ll go shopping next weekend.”

XXXXXX

As scheduled, Emily met her friends a week later for a day of dress shopping. Her heart swelled with excitement as she led the way into the bridal shop.

Her eyes widened as she took in the dresses that lined every wall. “Wow…”

“Do you know what kind you want?” Sienna asked.

“Nope.” Emily shook her head. “I was up until two looking at dresses, but my wish list just kept getting longer. I decided I’d just try on everything I like and go with what feels right.”

She wandered through the aisles, picking up dresses and draping them over her arm. Within minutes, she could barely carry her selections.  Her friends followed her to the changing area, where she dumped the armload of dresses into an empty stall.

“You guys have to judge every one of them honestly!” she called out, toeing off her shoes and picking up the first dress. It was long-sleeved and covered in dainty lace, which gave her some sense of alarm as she stepped into it.  “I need a dressing room helper.”

“On it!” Sienna joined her in the fitting room and fastened buttons running down the back of the dress. Emily stepped out of the stall to show everyone.

“This one’s kinda itchy,” she admitted, tugging at the sleeves.

“What else do you have?”

Ducking back into the stall, Emily peeled off the itchy dress and grabbed the next one. She stepped into it and let Sienna help her with the buttons. “These sleeves are way puffier than I thought they would be,” she announced as she emerged. “I thought they’d look cute, but it looks like I’m wearing watermelons for shoulder pads.”

“I won’t argue with you there,” Jackie agreed.  “You look like a quarterback in a dress.”

“Well, that may be a good thing if a rowdy game breaks out in the middle of my wedding.”

Squeezing the comically oversized sleeves through the door, she discarded that dress. She stepped into the next one, tangling her feet in its long train. She gave herself a once-over in the mirror before emerging.

“I actually like this one.” She smoothed a hand over the silky material and fluffed the long skirt.

“It looks great on you, but don’t you think the train is a little long for you?” Aurora gestured to the fabric gathered around Emily’s feet.

Emily arched a brow. “What do you mean?” She tried to twirl around, only to entange her feet in the fabric and lose her balance. She lurched forward, almost face planting into the door of the changing stall.

“That’s what I mean.”

“Okay, so I’m a little bit accident prone. I can learn how to not trip over stuff by February!” Emily gathered the train into her arms and lifted it. It caught beneath her foot, making a ripping sound that made her stomach drop.

Sienna’s eyes widened. “Did you just…?”

“It’s not bad!” Emily’s eyes searched the material, examining the damage. “For all we know, that was there! I just made it worse.” She removed the dress off and cast it aside, refusing to look at the price tag.

A saleswoman gave her a sharp frown. “Expect a bill for that repair.”

“...Okay.” Cringing, Emily dug through her pile of dresses until one stood out to her. She slipped into it and studied herself in the mirror, admiring the way the little beads and embroidery caught the light.

Smiling, she stepped out to show everyone. “This is my favorite so far.” She twirled, relieved when the skirt fluttered around her ankles without tripping her, or worse, ripping.

“It looks beautiful.” Sienna grinned. “It’s super pretty.”

“It really is. That one’s my favorite,” Keiki agreed.

Emily smoothed a hand over her stomach, her lips pursing in thought. “The only problem is it shows what’s left of my pregnancy fat. I can’t get rid of it.”

Kyra frowned sharply at her. “Hey, if I can be a bridesmaid with my peach fuzz head, you can wear that dress.”

“You think?”

Jackie snorted. “Uh… yeah. You’re gonna turn heads regardless of what you wear. Bryce’s jaw is gonna be on the floor no matter what.”

“Isn’t he shopping today, too?” Sienna helped Emily tie the dress’s sash into a bow behind her back.

“Yeah. He recruited his groomsmen and they’re at a shop somewhere. I don’t know if they’re still there.”

Keiki nodded.  “Probably. He sent me an SOS a few minutes ago because he thought he lost one of his groomsmen in the store.”

“I don’t think I wanna know.” Amused, Emily returned her attention to the mirror. “It’s in my budget. I think I just hit the jackpot. Why don’t you guys start looking at bridesmaid dresses?”

As her group dispersed to pick out their dresses, she couldn’t resist admiring herself in the mirror a little longer. A wide grin took over her face as she carefully took the dress off and draped it over her arm.

This was really happening.

Note:  I think this story is going to have about 3-5 more chapters. Next up is Bryce’s day of suit shopping with the boys!

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[chocochar]

Can we get the lady and the tramp part 3 it’s beyond cute 😍

(Took me a while to get to this but eeeyyyy it’s done)

Part 1 | Part 2

[(F/n)'s POV]

        Being with a villain is definitely a hard thing to get used to. 

        I love Dabi so much!! But getting nearly kidnapped a few times after he became known, I'm not too fond of. But it never comes to fruition, me getting taken, whether it's because he showed up just in time and they got scared and left, or my dad's men were nearby. Even though Dabi tries to play it off that he just happened to be in the area I know he came to protect me! At least I hope. 

        Today, like always, I won't see him until he comes through my window late at night. My mom's commented about how tired I've been looking, and taking a check of myself in the mirror I can see some dark circles under my eyes. But I like to wait up for my boyfriend, because I don't see him that much otherwise.

        Getting up later than I meant to I yawn and get ready; a shower, getting dressed, doing my hair and makeup, and getting something to eat. It's nice out, so I check my phone to see if anyone wants to go out. A couple of my friends agreed to go shopping and grabbing my purse (which is new from Dabi, he likes to surprise me with gifts sometimes! Although he won't tell me how he makes so much money... Hmm...) and phone I leave.

        Seeing them I call out,"Hey girls!" 

        "(F/n), you look so tired, are you sleeping okay?" The first thing one of them says. I scratch the back of my head and smile, hoping they won't see through my lie.

        "Huh? O-Oh yeah! I've just been tossing and turning a lot, nothing to worry about!" I assure them; I can tell they don't believe me and as we start walking my other friend asks,"Are you suuuure? I bet you're seeing a guy and not telling us."

        The other gasps and asks,"Wait are you?! Ooooo, is he a bad boy? Is that why you're hiding him?~"

        "Maybe it's someone we know! Or he's super hot and she's just scared we'll drool all over him, huh?" she nudges me with her elbow. My face is red and my eyes avoid theirs as I fail at lying or hiding me dating someone from them.

        "I-I mean I, um, n-no! I'm not seeing a-anyone!" I exclaim, crossing my arms and not giving them anymore than that.

        They keep trying to pry even as we buy some outfits as well as get lunch. The day is nice, it's relaxed and laid back, and I text Dabi when he replies or messages me. The two keep trying to look over my shoulder, one of them managing too and teasing,"Ooooo, babydoll?! So cute!~"

        I hide my phone in my purse so they won't keep snooping.

        Things seem fine, but when night starts to fall I begin to feel something: we're being watched. Not like my dad's men, but something dangerous maybe? I don't like the feeling, but the other two don't seem to notice as we walk the sidewalk; the two are chatting away while I keep eyeing alleys or peeking behind us when it won't go away. It's not very busy down this street, either... I don't like this.

        "(F/n)? Are you okay?" My one friend asks, noticing how stiff I am or how many times I keep looking back in just a minute alone. I look at her surprised before smiling and nodding.

        "Huh? Yeah, of course!"

        "Are you sure? You seem kind of on edge," she replies, my other friend eyeing me concerned. 

        "H-Huh? Really?? No, I'm totally fine," I try to lie, but hearing footsteps I look back... I freeze seeing a rather scary looking man keeping up with us a few feet behind. His look alone is terrifying but he's eyeing us like meat, or more specifically... He's eyeing me like a prized jewel... Oh no...

        "(F/n)?" My friend asks, the two looking at the scary stranger suspiciously. My legs won't seem to move. No, not while they're here! What if they get hurt or caught up in something too?!

        "So you are (F/n), huh? Thought so, you're pretty cute in person, no wonder he's so attached," the man gruffly bites out. My legs finally find it in them to move but it's too late; we're surrounded, and my friends are quickly knocked out by it looks like a quirk while I look for some way to run. But I can't, I can't leave them!!

        "Wa-Wait, please don't hurt them!" I plead, holding up my hands and looking at the different villains. "A-are you here because of...?"

        "Got that right, doll, we're lookin' for Dabi, after what he did to our boys before we just wanna... talk to him," one barks, his smirk making me so uncomfortable. I move away when he goes to grab me, as he continues,"We found out about ya, so why not get him back the best way possible?"

        "Kidnap his girl, have him come to her rescue, then get him while he's distracted," the big, main one adds, large hand wrapping around my arm. I whimper with how iron tight his grip is, fear filling me to the brim and my heart pounding so fast. "That, or do something to you in front of him, should hurt him real good for the shit he's caused. You're pretty cute, guess we'll see how cooperative he is.~"

        "W-Wait what?" I ask, not understanding what he means. But before he can say anything else I feel something hit me behind my head and everything goes black.

[X][X][X]

        "... sure he's gonna show up?"

        "Once he gets the little note we left him in her room probably, if this pretty little rich girl means shit to him," I hear two of my kidnappers conversing. I start to wake up, groggily, but I can make out what they're saying now as well as opening my eyes to see the room we're in... or lack thereof. It looks like an abandoned hotel room; the walls have holes, the floorboards are dirty and some rotted, and the air is thick with dust as well as the smell of these men. I groan and notice it's already night time, how late it is I don't know but I'm sure my parents are worried sick, and... maybe Dabi is too? I don't see my friends... Oh no...

        "Wh-Where... are my...."

        "Oh good, you're up," one smirks down at me and the two approach me. "Didn't think you were gonna get your ass up, but glad that hit didn't kill ya."

        "Where am I...? And where are my, my friends...?" I ask trying to sit up; my wrists are tied behind my back and I'm lying on my side. The way they're eyeing me... It gives me chills, are they going to kill me??

        "Don't worry, your friends got left on their doorsteps. We ain't got any need for them," he replies, kneeling in front of me. I go stiff immediately when his hand starts running up and down my thigh, my eyes wide. Wh-What is he doing...? "Just you, maybe your boyfriend will show and we can finally take care of business."

        "But if he doesn't, well, we'll have to decide what to do with you," his partner grins, the man's hand on me moving higher. I start to breathe heavier and I attempt to scoot away from him, snapping,"D-Don't touch me...! Get your hands o-off me!"

        "Oh? And how're you gonna make me?~" he gropes my backside and I whimper. My legs are untied fortunately and without hesitating I bring my leg up and kick him in the face. He falls back, looking at me in shock and holding his cheek. I glare at him, although it's not very menacing. And he returns it looking much, much scarier, growling,"You bitch...!" 

        I scream when he grips my hair and straddles me, saying,"Not so tough now when you're held down, are ya? Feisty bitch..." I start to feel his other hand wandering and trying to pull my (pants, skirt, etc) off, and I feel tears brimming in my eyes. Does Dabi even know I'm gone? I hope he cares, I... I want him here... "I don't hear anything either, looks like your boyfriend ain't comin' huh? Guess we jumped thinkin' he'd give a shit, but lookie, you're all alone, and we're gonna-"

        Before he can finish the sound of an explosion almost is heard somewhere else in the building with glass breaking and other men screaming. We all look at the door, which sits open; I can make out... blue lighting, like a glow, like... Dabi's fire?! 

        "Shit, did he just show up?!"

        "Yeah, I think so! Uh," the other kidnapper peeks out of the room as the blue glow disappears and his expression turns horrified before he slams the door shut and locks it. "Quick, do something about her!!"

        The man on me suddenly brandishes a knife and starts to cut away at my shirt, my tears starting to flow. What is he doing?! Is he going to kill me, o-or something else? He glares at me, seemingly changing his mind when he goes to cut my bra open, and turning the knife around in his hand so it's held like he's about to stab me. He starts raising it, muttering,"Gotta get rid of ya, sweetheart..." and I panic.

        "D... DABI!!" I scream as loud as I can. He and the other man freeze when the sound of boots hit the floorboards with quick, thundering steps coming our way, then it goes quiet. We wait, and I nearly wonder if it wasn't Dabi, that he didn't come and I saw something else.

        That all changes when the door is blown open like an explosion and blue flames burst through the doorway into the room. Luckily I'm far enough from the door they don't hit me, but the other kidnapper falls as he cries in pain. I clench my eyes shut, listening as he goes silent. When I reopen them I swallow at the sign of his charred remains as well as the blaze gone; it's a gross, terrifying sight. Me and the man on top of me look at the burnt doorway, the door on the ground in pieces, and my heart races seeing my scarred knight in shining leather steps through. He looks mad, his brows are furrowed and his eyes are scary and almost glowing. The man on me is visibly shaking; he seems to forget his plan as he stands and holds up his hands the knife dropping.

        "O-Oh look who it is, so ya did show up," he says shakily, giving a nervous grin.

        "Why wouldn't I? You took my girl, and I think burning you all alive is worth more than enough for what you had planned," he says calmly; it's terrifying. He's mad, but still so calm. That's one thing I like about Dabi, though, he's level headed even when he's upset, well, for the most part. "You've got five seconds to try to run for the door before you join your buddy here." He gestures to the corpse. The man gulps, wasting no time in rushing for the door. Just as he makes it Dabi holds his hand up to blast more blue flames his way, but he stops when our eyes meet. His hand lowers and coming over to me he kneels down beginning to untie my wrists.

        The moment I'm free I jump up to wrap my arms around his neck burying my face in his overcoat. His own scarred limbs loop around me and I can feel him lightly rub my back. The tears are already coming, and I swallow trying to hold them back.

        "It's okay, babe, you didn't really think I'd leave you to these assholes, did you?" he asks, pulling back and looking down at me.

        "I-I was hoping not," I admit, taking this chance to kiss his lips before holding him again. I did have that fear that he wasn't going to show up. Was I important enough for him to risk it? That's all I could think, but him being here... I think I have my answer.

        He takes me home hidden by the dark of night so no one sees us; it's after midnight apparently, my parents aren't home when we make it to my house, Dabi telling me they went to the police. Once they get back I'll tell them I managed to escape or something, but for now I hurry and change, looking for my phone to at least text them. 

        Dabi stops me, though, and I look at him confused, unable to read his expression.

        "Dabi? What is it?"

        I don't get an answer, instead he kisses me deeply, his arms pulling me tight against him while my own loop around his neck; my hands feel through his hair and I smile into the kiss. It's brief because I pull back and meeting his cerulean gaze I ask,"Are you okay?"

        "Yeah, why?" he asks. He's not one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but this time I can see he's upset. Was he... that worried?? 

        "... Nothing, but I'm glad you came, my knight in shining leather.~" I smile warmly, his cheeks shockingly turning a red tint as he averts his eyes. It's almost like he's embarrassed, mumbling,"Shut up, idiot..." before I kiss him again.

        He won't admit it out loud that he cares about me, but his actions tonight were all I needed to know how important I am to him. That's all I need, because he's the most important thing in my life, and I hope I'm just as much to him.

(AN: Hope this is okay, sorry it took a while to do, writers block suuuucks QuQ )

[strawberrysoup]

Inconsiderate

Thank you so much for the request @ozarkthedog​ I really hope you like it! I’ll revisit your other req soon for sure

Relationship: Steve Rogers x Reader

Prompts: #12 “We could... take a nap together” & #34 “Will you carry me to bed?” 

It had been so fucking convenient at first. You both lived and worked at the Avengers Compound, your schedule was consistent but flexible which worked nicely with his more sporadic and unyielding one. He was too wrapped up in his own head to accidentally catch any feelings and you had zero intentions of starting anything with someone like him.

Captain America was one of those always in the spotlight kinda guys, famous and intriguing and historically significant. The idea of being seen as Steve Rogers’ Girlfriend was petrifying in at least 5 different ways (+2 damage on specific calendar days: The 4th of July and Valentine’s Day). That wasn’t to say he wasn’t a great guy, because he absolutely was. He was a dream come true in multiple ways.

That was actually the problem, in fact. That Steve Rogers was a great fuckin’ guy. He was kind and thoughtful and sincere, all wrapped up in a beautiful angsty package. He didn’t just remember you offhandedly mentioning how much you enjoyed detailed coloring books and purchase you a couple, he hand drew a 40 page coloring book for you. When you complained the headset you wore at work made your ears hurt, he didn’t just buy you a new pair but he asked Tony Stark to make you better ones.

He also clammed up at the barest hint of emotion, acting like you had shocked him with a damn cattle prod the one time you’d said ‘I really like you Steve’. You hadn’t even meant it like that and he’d started twitching. You weren’t sure if it was a commitment phobia or what but it made fucking him 3 times a week a breeze (3 times a week might’ve been a lowball estimation but you told yourself he was out of town so often it averaged out the weeks where you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other).

Or, it was a breeze anyway. Until he continued to be so fucking perfect. It was inconsiderate of him, honestly, to remember your little brother’s birthday and also your practically excessive coffee order. He should’ve tried being more of a douche bag and then maybe you wouldn’t have started to maybe fall in love with him.

It was his fault, if you really thought about it. He didn’t have to be so kind and gentle and then turn around and plow you through a mattress with a hand around your throat. He really didn’t.

Settling on it being All His Damn Fault made avoiding him easier, for a couple of days at least. But your ire faded while his concerned and sad text messages kept coming and you quickly realized you needed to come up with both a lie regarding why you’d ghosted him and also get a fucking grip on yourself before you saw him again. Because you would of course, still be seeing him. You cursed your apparent penchant for self-destruction.

You worked through the whole day skillfully avoiding him, dodging and weaving almost like a real agent in your efforts to put off confronting him for just one more day. You’d text him in the evening when you got off and face him tomorrow, when you’d had enough time to thoroughly panic and then calm back down.

By the time you clocked off you were very ready to go home and vomit from anxiety before texting him. The door knob to your apartment turned when the built in handprint scanner cleared your identity and you burst in, slamming it shut behind you and dropping your purse in your haste to dash to the bathroom. It was a relief that your hair was already pulled back, you didn’t have the energy to wash your hair tonight.

It took a few minutes for you to realize you weren’t alone, that someone’s hand was on your back. When you built up the courage to look to the side, Steve was sitting there with that concerned puppy expression on his face.

“Is this why you haven’t been answering my texts?” His voice was a low rumble, fingers digging gently into the muscles of your back, “how long have you been sick? I was waiting for you to get home, didn’t expect you to run right past me.”

“I’m fine, sorry.” Embarrassment had settled over your skin like oil, slick and cold and heavy.

“Come on doll, up you go,” his hands came up under your arms and lifted you until you got your feet under you.

“Sorry Steve, I probably won’t be any fun tonight,” you told yourself that omitting the truth of why you’d been avoiding him wasn’t terribly important; he really didn’t need to know.

But you winced slightly and reached up to brush some of the tears off your face, what a thing to say. You hadn’t even looked in the mirror but you knew you looked like a whole ass disaster and it was so humiliating to look like that in front of Steve. He was constantly beautiful, fuck, he was probably pretty even when he was spewing chunks. It would be so much easier to get him to leave than try to explain all the details of why fucking you tonight would be an overall unenjoyable situation.

Plus, Steve rarely stuck around if it was just the two of you for an extended period of time that wasn’t going to result in sex. You couldn’t say for certain, but you were pretty sure he was afraid it might indicate some sort of intimacy. Despite the fact that you fucked, often, he did his best to keep you at a distance (not that it worked, you still fell in love with him—his fault, he should’ve done a better job).

“Oh, I—” He cut himself off, making sure you were carefully leaning against the bathroom counter before withdrawing a step, “well, I actually came over to check on you. I thought maybe I’d done something wrong, I wanted to apologize.”

He better stop being so goddamn concerned and sweet. You bit into your bottom lip maybe slightly harder than was a good idea, trying to reign your brain in from the errant thoughts that swam into your mind at his words. He was so fucking thoughtful, it was like he was trying to get you to suck his dick.

“No, Steve, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you shook your head and sighed, reaching for your toothbrush, “I’m the one who’s sorry, I’ve been ignoring everyone, not just you. I can definitely shoot you a text in a day or two, I’d hate to get you sick.”

An extra couple of days to avoid him sounded like just the trick to eradicate some pesky feelings.

“Well, I know…” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “I know that usually you’d go to Sharon’s if you were sick, is everything okay?”

Ah yes, you could practically see him vibrating with discomfort as he broached something personal and intimate. It was par the course really and emphasized how important it would be to not fall in love with the emotionally stunted superhero you were fucking.

“Yeah, I just don’t want her to get sick either. It’s been… particularly uncomfortable,” that was actually true, you’d been very uncomfortable for the last few days.

“I don’t get sick you know,” his eyes met yours for just half a second before he looked away, “I could… I could stay with you, so you’re not alone. That’s why you go stay with Sharon usually, right?”

It was, yeah. Being alone while you were ill made you absolutely miserable and you’d cry the entire time, but Steve knowing that was so embarrassing. He wasn’t supposed to know that, which meant Sharon had been opening her big mouth recently. There was no telling the amount of confidential information had been breached at this point and you needed Steve out of your apartment, quickly, so you could phone the blonde and threaten to properly thrash her.

“I know you’re probably really tired, I won’t keep you up or anything,” you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why he was pressing further into not Strictly Booty Call Only territory, “We could… take a nap together? I’ll wake up in an hour or two to check on you, I could call some food up?”

You were quiet long enough to make him sweat, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. In a less serious predicament you might wonder if he’d been body snatched or hypnotized, but Steve was staring you down intently, fully cognizant of the fact he’d just asked to sleep in the same bed as you and have dinner with you later.

“That… sounds nice,” your chest tightened, an emotional war raging in your brain as your stupid crush on him tried to overcome your carefully crafted nonchalant mask, “I… um, I’ll just brush my teeth.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back, okay?” He took a few steps back, glancing towards the door.

“Uh, yeah, sure thing.” Considering that you and Steve had gotten reasonably comfortable around each other, it was potentially the most uncomfortable conversation you’d had since you initially discussed a no strings attached fucking situation.

He skirted out of the bathroom and you turned your attention to brushing your teeth and washing your face, wincing slightly at the realization that he’d be seeing you for the first time without make up. You looked just a little pathetic when he came back barefoot (of course he’d had to remove his shoes next to the front door before going into your bedroom, it was just so goddamn endearing and polite), patting your face dry and frowning into the mirror.

“Don’t look so sad, you’ll feel better soon,” his conclusion was evidently that you were saddened to tears by your illness—which, depending on the bullshit Sharon had spewed, could potentially be backed up by evidence, “what can I do?”

You made your eyes big, looking up at him through your lashes to play it up, “will you carry me to bed?”

“Sure doll,” he swept you up in his arms with so much ease you could’ve swooned—you were allowed to take advantage of this situation, but only for a little while, you reasoned.

It couldn’t hurt too much to let him take care of you, right? It’s not like you could accidentally fall in love with him more.

[eunkimmie]

good morning call — one

[ bakugou katsuki x reader, chapter one ]

this is going to be a longer series that i posted on my quotev so initially i didn't want to post it on tumblr, buuuut i think it’ll be okay. ! based on primarily the Netflix Original series Good Morning Call. side note, im totally gonna end up writing separate endings for other boys because Daichi is too sweet.

summary: you were eager to start your new life in your brand new apartment, but those dreams were kind of crushed when the cold heartthrob from your high school shows up and claims its his apartment, too. no quirk / modern AU

warnings: she/her pronouns, a little bit cliche

word count: 1.6k+

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(Name) held up the small key attached to the ring, a dainty bee charm dangling next to it. She couldn't help but smile, excited to start the next chapter of her life. With a small skip in her step, she walked to school alongside her friends. Mina Ashido, and Kaminari Denki. The two were lively, and the trio were rarely caught apart from one another at school. Mina was outspoken, and extroverted. She worked well to balance out (Name's) more mellow and soft nature. While Kaminari was lighthearted and fun, and wouldn't hesitate to make a fool of himself to make the other two girls laugh.

"Aaah! He's here!" Mina squealed, rushing her friends over to the side. (Name) cocked her head a bit, confused. It was only when the girls' of her school turned their heads in sync. Walking down the hall was a blank-face second year, and he seemed almost oblivious to the girls who started screaming excitedly at the sight of him. "Bakugou Katsuki! He's so cool. Rumor has it he's a bad boy, too! Be still my beating heart!" (Name) pursed her lips at the sight of the boy blatantly rejecting a first-year's invitation to a Christmas party. She watched the scene unravel, three girls approaching the girl, all undeniably beautiful. They were known for their various traits, their leader being the golden-girl, with her proper manners and high grades. Intelli Saiko, a demanding girl with white hair. She always stood in the middle, which only asserted her dominance. The next, known for her bad-girl edgy type persona, Utsushimi Camie. Perhaps her skirt was pulled up a bit higher than the others, and maybe her shirt was unbuttoned a bit lower than everyone else's. Boys were easily drawn to her. The last was Himiko Toga, a cute girl who always seemed to have a smile on her face. Regardless, there seemed to be something more sinister lurking behind her bright and bubbly exterior. (Name) could only sigh. How sad it was to be mesmerized by someone so cold.

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.

.

"M-Mom!" (Name) stuttered, rapidly trying to wash her hands and talk to her mother on the phone at the same time. "Hold on, please!" With that, she ran up to the roof as her mom scolded her playfully to hurry. The sun made her squint as she stepped outside, the scenery bringing a smile to her face.

"Make sure to take care of yourself, and if you need anything, call us!"her mother exclaimed cheerfully from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, of course. Okay, I have to go, see you!" With that, she hung up and sighed. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, (Name) stuffed her phone back into the pocket of her blazer. Today was going to be a busy day, but the thought of furnishing her new apartment made her giddy.

"Hey."

(Name) squeaked, turning around hastily. "You scared me!" The face was unmistakable—the way his eyes seemed to narrow when he stared at girls, and how his lips parted slightly in irritation. Bakugou Katsuki. (Name) gulped, instinctively tensing her shoulders as he approached.

"You're the one who wanted to talk to me? You're awful plain looking to be threatening me like this." He held his phone out to her, (Name's) brow furrowed in confusion. Reading over the note made her gasp. "If you don't meet me on the roof at lunchtime, I will...Oh!"

Bakugou seemed confused. "You're surprised even though you wrote it? How stupid." (Name's) lips parted in mild shock. Who was this guy to be calling her stupid? "I didn't write that mail." Bakugou stared down at her, hands in his pockets. He turned to leave without another word. "Hey! You made a mistake, you don't get to be sour!" (Name) called out, arms folded over her chest. She continued, looking down in hesitation before continuing. "And...You should be nicer to girls. You can't be mean to them just because they admire you. What if they jumped for real?"

"...Leave me alone."

"What?! I'm just trying to be helpful!" Bakugou seemed to scoff at that, pitying her with only a sideways glance. His face made her want to scream. "Your zipper is undone...Just trying to be helpful." he mocked before leaving through the doors. (Name) looked down to see that her skirt zipper was indeed undone, and the blush that rose to her cheeks was burning hot. What a smug bastard...Who could be that cold to anyone?! (Name) was effectively frustrated as she clenched her fists and groaned.

"That guy...He's the worst!!"

.  .  .

"So, (Name), are you excited to live on your own? I'm a bit scared for you," Kaminari noted, glancing down at his friend. She only smiled back up at him and waved off the concern. "No, I'll be okay! I'm really excited, actually." Mina smiled at her friend's own glee, and the three seemed to be in high spirits. Kaminari sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Still, it's a bit scary for a girl to live on her own...You know, if you ever get scared and need someone to hold, I'm always available." Kaminari's attempt to flirt was shot down by (Name's) oblivious smile.

"Thanks, but I think I'll be okay! Oh, look who it is!" (Name) chirped. "Eijirou! Hello!" Kaminari sighed at (Name's) diverted attention, and Mina could only console him with a pitiful pat on the shoulder.

Kirishima Eijirou, (Name's) kind childhood friend and third year who always spared time to offer (Name) a word of advice, or even just a smile. He waved back at her, stepping through the fence of the sports field to go talk. "(Name)! Nice to see you passing by. Are you off to your new apartment?"

"I am! And you're free to visit any time," she hummed. Kirishima stepped forward, chuckling and placing a gentle hand on (Name's) head. "You live alone now, you shouldn't invite guys over to your place so care-free, okay?"

(Name) blushed, giggling at his antics. The two had known each other for so long, that Kirishima was like a brother-figure to (Name). "I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself!" Kirishima could only smile fondly at the other, ruffling her hair before glancing back at the football team. (Name) got the hint moving forward to hug Kirishima. "I'll let you go now! I'll see you later, Eijirou!" The red-headed boy flushed, laughing nervously and scratching his cheek. Sometimes he still found himself caught off guard by how openly touchy (Name) was, even if he should've come to accept it by now. "Have fun unpacking, and text me as soon as you're done!"

"Of course! Bye-bye, Eiji!"

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(Name's) day of relaxation was quickly taken over by box, after box, after box. She knew that the trouble of moving would be all worth it once everything was in its' proper place, but for now, she sighed. It all just seemed too overwhelming at the time.

"Awe, cheer up, (Name). This place is huge, and for only 80,000 yen a month? I'm jealous," Mina groaned, leaning back on (Name's) bed. The three were sat in the floor, using a box as a makeshift table for their snacks. After they helped (Name) move all of the boxes in, they decided to take a break. Luckily, Kaminari had been kind enough to bring a bag of treats.

"I wouldn't say jealousy...I mean, ever wonder why the place is so cheap? Maybe it's...y'know..." Kaminari muttered, pressing a curious finger to his lip. Mina gaped, smacking the boy lightly on his shoulder. "Don't say that, Denki you dunce! You'll make (Name) scared!" The girl at question gulped, looking around cautiously. The three were silent, (Name) feeling more nervous than ever. A crash sounded from outside, the high pitched noise causing (Name) to squeal and throw herself forward into Kaminari's arms. "Noo!" she screamed, covering her face. The blonde boy reddened, instinctively wrapping his arms around the smaller girl. "You guys can't leave! My apartment is haunted!"

"See what you did!" Mina scolded, pulling (Name) away from Kaminari. "I'm sorry, (Name), but we have to get going...We don't have an apartment to ourselves, and our parents need us home. But rest assured! There are no ghosts in your place, it was just Denki trying to scare you." Mina cooed at the other, patting her hair supportively. (Name) whimpered, but complied and showed them to the door. Standing at the doorframe, (Name) looked up at Kaminari with doe eyes. "Denki? Do you promise my place isn't haunted?"

"I promise, (Name)," he laughed, sticking his pinky out and interlocking it with hers. "Pinky promise." Hesitantly, (Name) nodded and said goodbye to her friends.

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(Name) sighed, looking pathetically down at the cup of flavoring salt she placed by her door. Surely that wasn't enough to keep the demons out, but it granted her at least some peace of mind. Still, she was jumpy, and the sound of movements and suspicious thuds coming from the outside made her feel on edge. Maybe it was a bit embarrassing to be as jumpy as she was, even moreso considering she jumped by her phone sounding off, but her friends made her think of the worst. (Name) yelped, the sound coming from outside resembling too much like a sharp knock on the door for her comfort. Escaping into her room, her hands shakily gripped a racket. Gulping, (Name) approached the door, hiding behind a wall. As the door opened, her heart dropped.

Footsteps sounded through the entryway of her apartment before nearing. (Name) squeezed her eyes shut, immediately smacking the intruder with her weapon. "Robber! Criminal!" Her attack method wasn't the most elegant, hands moving wherever they could without a hint of precision.

"What the fuck—?!" (Name) peeked her eyes open, dropping the racket upon seeing who stood in front of her.

"Y-You...?"

Bakugou Katsuki was in her apartment.

[mrs-han]

Water Runs Dry - Part One

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For my beautiful @jafndaegur ♥️♥️♥️

This is totally different from what I had originally planned, but!! I really hope you like it!!

Happy Belated Birthday, my darling!!

~~~

“Aahh!!!!”

Sarah’s shriek resounded through the penthouse. A sound that would have otherwise deafened you, you were far too preoccupied with him, the man gripping your arm with one hand and steading your chin with the other. 

“Wh - what, what are you...!!” Sarah stammered her voice but a faraway mirage. 

You pulled away enough to create some space between your body and his. “... Ju - Jumin...?!” 

“Shh...” His placid hush followed by a more established squeeze on your chin silenced you... captivated you. “You’re blushing.”

“... We - well, of course, I’m blushing, y - you’re k-k - kissing me...” 

“You’d better close your eyes,” Jumin hummed, his lips barely brushing against yours. “Focus on your senses.”

“Jumin...”

Your emotions began to pound as his lips reconnected with yours. A small buzz - a voltaic shock caused your head to jerk back, but he refused to release you. In that very moment, you two were the only ones who existed. But as he opened his eyes and looked toward Sarah, a sinking sensation in your stomach took hold.

“Ugh... I’m going to tell Ms. Choi!” Sarah stamped her foot and drew her phone from her purse. 

“Yes,” Jumin sighed. “Having an audience for our first kiss takes off the tension.” His eyes fell back over you and a slow, steady smirk ran over his lips. He spoke gingerly to you, completely different from the curt tone he had given Sarah. “Your lips are so warm and soft. And... I think I smell a bit of the pancake?” He beamed. “You’re cute, MC.”

“How...! I’ve never been so insulted!” Sarah roared, her voice moving further away from where you and Jumin stood. 

“God... finally she’s leaving,” Jumin huffed, his hold on you relaxing.

The door to the penthouse slammed roughly, making you jolt in place. Jumin caressed your arm and moved his thumb over your cheek, stroking delicately... but you felt no comfort. No sense of solace. The warmth and vibrancy of the kiss had dissipated, leaving you with more questions than whimsical ideas of what the future held for you and Han Jumin. 

He could sense the tension emitting from you. A small blush crept over his cheekbones as he said, “I’ve wanted to do that from the first moment I saw you.” He took steps toward you - bold and confident about what he had done.

But the pounding sensation in your heart faded... and once curled fingers and toes from the sheer passion of the kiss unfurled as a heat of a different kind overcame your senses. Your cheeks and ears burned with embarrassment, even anger. Your brows furrowed and your arms wrapped firmly around your midsection.

Jumin stopped.

“What... what was that all about?”

Confusion flashed through his expressions, which upset you further.

“How disconnected are you...?” You rasped, barely able to get your words out.

Jumin’s eyes widened. “MC?”

“You really don’t see what you did?” Your voice crackled back to life, a flash of rage rising to the surface and flowing from your tongue. “You kissed me just to get rid of her.”

He blinked. “MC... I’m sorry if that was so sudden. I wanted you to be comfortable here... perhaps I’ve bothered you.”

“Bothered me,” you whispered, running your hands through your hair. “That wasn’t real, was it?”

“What... of course it was,” Jumin frowned. “The kiss was very real. As I said, I’ve wanted to do that from the first moment I saw you -”

“You used me to get her out of here,” you blurted, pointing towards the door. “And it worked. She’s gone. But I’m still here dealing with the repercussions of your... your agenda!” 

Jumin’s gaze dimmed. His lips formed a grim, straight line. “MC, I didn’t mean to cause you any pain. Can you believe that, at least?”

Your body began to tremble. “Your cat is missing, by the way. Was kissing me a way for you to distract yourself from that too?”

“This has nothing to do with that,” Jumin replied, his voice louder and more imposing. “My emotions have caused me to act in a way I normally wouldn’t. I was impetuous and thoughtless, this I will admit. I should have been more considerate of your emotions. But MC, my feelings for you are real, solid and sincere. I realize that the longer Elizabeth the Third is away that you are indeed different from not only her but the other women I’ve met in my life -”

“Oh my god,” you laughed bitterly. “So now you’re comparing me to your cat.”

“Listen to me,” Jumin’s voice dropped and his hands immediately went to fiddling with his sleeves. “You aren’t listening to me.”

“I think I hear what you’re saying loud and clear,” you spat sharply.

“You aren’t,” He whispered, vulnerability dripping from his speech. “I’ve never known what it truly felt like to have that one person. That one special person who can truly understand me... who I can touch and kiss and understand what I’m saying. Seeing you right in front of my eyes... I feel like I’ve finally gotten what I’ve always wanted.”

His eyes - those alluring orbs that resembled the foams of the ocean but plunged you in just as deep as the waters themselves - bore into yours.

“I want you,” Jumin hummed, confident enough to take a step toward you. “And I want you to want me too.”

Your hands fell to your side. “I admit... your words are very pretty...”

“They’re honest. They’re real,” he said as he grabbed your hand and pressed your knuckles against his lips. “I mean everything that I say. Answer me now. Do you believe I intentionally meant to cause you any pain?

“No,” You began. “But I do think you had a plan... one that didn’t dare to consider what I might think or what I might do... and you pushed through in fulfilling it.”

“MC -”

“That was my first kiss.” A pained smile flashed over your lips. “Maybe it was wrong of me to fantasize it to begin with but... never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined it being done with a hidden motive attached to it.”

“MC, please -”

You pulled your hand away. “I need to get out of here... ah... right, I didn’t bring anything.”

“What, wait. No.” His wing-tipped shoes struck the floors frantically as he rushed to block the door. “MC, don’t leave.”

“Please move, Jumin.”

“Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone.”

“Jumin.”

“Please.”

A brisk shove of your shoulder caused him to step off to the side. He tried to reach out for you, an action taken in vain as you quickly skirted away from him and to the door.

“MC!” Jumin shouted.

“Ma’am?” The chief bodyguard called after you. “Ma’am, where are you going -”

“Stop her, now!” Jumin boomed.

You dashed to the staircase, yanking your phone from your back pocket. If anyone could help you... or at least give you some sense of comfort... it was Zen.

You urgently punched his image through the RFA chatroom.

“MC!!” Jumin hollered, his voice ringing through the stairwell.

“Leave me alone!!” You barked back, nearly stumbling over yourself.

“MC? MC, are you there?”

“Zen?��� You gasped.

“Where are you? Did something happen?”

“Can you pick me up?” You sniffed, wiping at your nose. “It’s urgent.”

“I’m on my way.” Frantic rustling from his end only heightened your sense of awareness. “Are you still at Jumin’s penthouse?!”

“I am,” your voice trembled. “Please hurry.”

“I’ll be right there. Hold on, okay?”

You silently thanked him for his swiftness. He was the first to ask questions, and no doubt he would have some. But in urgent matters... especially matters that involved your safety... he was fast on his feet.

You looked back, just to make sure Jumin wasn’t following you. As you did, you yelped as another stumble caused your ankle to roll over the weight of your body. You landed on your hands and knees, fully aware of the sprain on both your ankle and maybe even a wrist.

“Shit,” you hissed, grabbing onto the railing and pulling yourself up. The lobby wasn’t far, and that mentality gave you the strength to limp down another long flight of stairs.

Music mixed with heavy perfume welcomed you as soon as you opened the door to the foyer of the building. Excited chatter as shoppers hustled and bustled through the apparel outlet C&R had graciously bestowed gave you ample opportunity to sneak through the entrance undetected by the bodyguards who knew your face.

A motorcycle engine revved furiously, startling you as you limped outside. You could recognize him immediately despite your only evidence of his existence from his chatroom selfies; his silver ponytail whipping smoothly through the wind, his lean yet athletic physique...

“MC?!” Zen panted, haphazardly jumping off his bike, snatching his helmet from his head and nearly sprinting over to you. “MC, are you... why are you limping?”

And his eyes... crimson and full. Full of worry, passionate for you cause, and a friendliness that couldn’t be contested.

“I’ll explain everything later,” you tried to smile while wiping the tears coursing down your eyes. “For now, can we go?”

“I’ve got you,” Zen reassured, curling his arm under your legs and lifting you into a bridal-position. “You can lean on me if you need to, don’t be afraid to rest your head on my back okay?”

“Thank you Zen,” you whimpered.

He placed you on the passenger seat and secured his helmet over your head. “Okay,” he assured calmly, settling into the seat in front of you.

“Wait, Zen, your helmet -”

“Ah-ah. You expect me to let a lady ride without any protection?” He smiled. “Trust me. I’ll get you away from here safe and sound.”

“Thank... thank you,” you sighed, hesitantly hugging his waist. “Thank you so much... and it’s nice to meet you by the way, I’m MC...”

A soft chortle escaped him. “Nice to finally meet you, MC. I’m ZEN, the KNIGHT who has NOBLY COME TO YOUR RESCUE!”

The theatrics in his tone allowed you to burst out laughing... for a short while. Jumin burst through the doors of the building, his bodyguards in tow.

“MC!!” Jumin’s voice thundered.

“We’re going!!” Zen whooped, revving his engine and speeding ahead.

“Wah!!” You yelped, your head crashing against Zen’s back.

“Hang on!!” Zen shouted, weaving through lanes of traffic.

“Zen, oh my god!!” You gasped, adrenaline spiking through your body.

“By the way!!” Zen turned his head slightly. “Do you know where Rika’s apartment is?!”

“No!!” You answered.

Silence.

“We- well!! ... Uhhh!!” Zen stammered. “If...!! If it’s okay with you, you can stay with me until we figure something out!!”

“And if we don’t?!”

“We... well!! We can always talk to Seven!! Besides!! Any place is better than Jumin’s, right?!”

A settled feeling coursed throughout as you silently agreed.

[myaekingheart]

112. Missing Identity

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               Rei could barely keep her eyes open as she sat before a bookish clerk in the Konoha Social Affairs and Labor Office. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, pinching her inner elbow, chewing the inside of her cheek. Anything to keep herself from passing out. Kakashi reached over and took her hand in his, smiled politely, covering for her.

               “And that just about sums it up!” the clerk, whose nametag read Gurio, grinned. Before him was a stack of papers nearly a foot tall. Rei swooned at the mere thought of reviewing them. Konoha never did make marriage licenses easy to get. No wonder so many ninja preferred to stay single. Gurio slid the papers across his desk towards them, adding, “I’ll just need you to fill these out and return them here by 5pm on Friday, and make sure you bring all the necessary forms of identification, as well.”

               This man—who was, by the way, the absolute most basic looking human being Rei had ever seen—seemed far too chipper for something as mundane as paperwork. Rei wondered if that’s what happens when you’re trapped in an office all day, or maybe he was brainwashed or did meth before his shifts. There was no way he was naturally that upbeat and polite. Despite his grin, in his eyes, she could tell that he was dead inside.

               Toshio licked at Rei’s fingers as she skimmed the paperwork that night at the kitchen table. He lapped up the chalky, cheesy residue left behind from her chips and for a moment, Rei was jealous that his biggest concern was when he would get table food next. The paperwork was daunting and the print was so tiny. She squinted at the next paragraph and shook her head. “Kakashi, why is any of this important?” she asked. “It all feels so specific and invasive. Next thing we know, they’ll be wanting to know the last time I took a shit.”

               Kakashi couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, when was it?” he asked jokingly. He, too, found all of this grueling but he did not complain. He knew this was necessary. If they were to be legally married, they would have to traverse the slog.

               Shaking her head, Rei turned back to the paperwork and replied bluntly, “Thursday.”  

               Kakashi winced before grabbing a granola bar from the pantry and sliding it across the table toward her. “You need more fiber.”

               “Ha, very funny” Rei replied, shoving the granola bar to the wayside. She wiped the remaining seasoning residue on her pants (a mistake, she quickly found, since she was wearing black) before turning the page over and groaning at even more fine print.

               “We don’t have to get all of this done today, you know” Kakashi assured her. “So long as we turn these back in by the end of the week, we should be fine.”

               Whining, Rei stamped her feet against the floor like a child and threw her head back. “I know, but I don’t want to put this off!” she complained. “If we don’t do this now, then I won’t be able to stop thinking about it for the rest of the week. I can’t handle that kind of distraction. It’s bad enough you got Tsunade to get me off night shift, so now I have to work extra hard to prove I’m not a wimp.”

               “Because I value your health?” Kakashi asked. “There’s nothing wimpy about that.”

               “To you, maybe” Rei replied. “But assigning me to the night shift felt like a step up, even if it was a pain in the ass. I need to prove to her that I’m still a good enough ninja even without that. So I can’t have all of this stuck in my head while I try to work.”

               Kakashi hated the way she pushed herself to the edge like this but then again, that was how she got to this point in the first place. She never would’ve become an ANBU if she had not tested her limits. Sighing, Kakashi reached across the table to take her hand in his. “Well then let’s quit talking and focus” he suggested. Pursing her lips, Rei gave a definitive nod and powered through.

               They did not finish until late into the night, the streetlights flickering outside their window. The only sounds orchestrating their victory were the springtime cicadas and Toshio’s garbled snoring. Rei slumped down into her seat until she had nearly slithered onto the floor, pressing the heels of her hands into her eye sockets. “It’s finally finished” she groaned. “We can fucking relax.”

               Kakashi nodded, stretching his arms out in front of him. As he rolled the tension out of his neck, he replied, “All we need now is to get all of our identification in order and we should be good to go.”

               “What all does it call for?” Rei asked.

               Picking up the first page of their paperwork, Kakashi skimmed the instructional paragraph before landing on the list. “Birth certificate, passport, general ID card, and ninja registration card” he explained.

               “Well, who the hell hangs onto all of that?” Rei snarked.

               Before she could say anything else, Kakashi had reached into the cabinet on the lowest level of their bookshelf and pulled out a pristine file folder, flipping it open to display each of the listed documents in perfect order. “I guess I do” he laughed sheepishly. Displeased, Rei reached across the table to whack him on the arm.

               “Okay, Mister Perfect. That’s just great” she muttered. She rose to her feet, paced the living room briefly as her panic surged. Her parents likely still had her birth certificate, her passport was with her ninja supplies, and last she checked her general ID card was in her nightstand. Her ninja registration card, however, was another story entirely.

               Within the Five Great Nations, the ninja registration card was perhaps the most important identifying document for any shinobi. It served as a badge of sorts, an unforgeable way to prove your station. The village’s emblem was vague on the background with a set of numbers scrawled along the bottom much like a social security number. Anything and everything tied to one’s career is attached to this number, which desperately must be protected. Also provided is the shinobi’s birthdate, their ranking, the date they graduated the academy and therefore became a true ninja, and the date upon which their current registration expires. Fortunately, the registration card is valid for a total of five years before one must once again visit the cold, unforgiving registrar’s office for a renewal. For ANBU specifically, there was a special holographic sticker in the top right corner indicating that this shinobi is particularly deadly: a federal agent. Shinobi are only granted a total of two replacements outside of the renewals and promotional updates.

               When Rei tried to remember where, exactly, her registration card was, all she could manage were hazy visions. At one point, they were in her pants pocket. At another, in her locker. And yet she could’ve sworn the last place she had it must have been her back pouch. She dug around to double check but it was no use. Rei had a massive problem.

               “I’m sure it’s around here somewhere” Kakashi assured her, approaching to wrap an arm around her. “There are really only so many places it could be.”

               “Are there, Kakashi?” Rei asked, skeptical. “Are there really? Because for all I know, I could’ve dropped it in the middle of a foreign country and some cheap thug somewhere could be masquerading as me. You don’t know.” With each word, her voice rose in pitch until she was borderline hysterical. Kakashi rested his hands on her shoulders, drew her into his chest, in an attempt to calm her down.

               “I’m sure that’s not the case” Kakashi replied. “I doubt there’s anyone short enough to try and impersonate you anyway.”

               Disgruntled, Rei drew back and swatted him on the arm yet again. “That’s not funny, Kakashi.”

               Kakashi chuckled, rubbing his victim arm. “Hey, since when did I become your favorite punching bag?” he jested.

               Turning on her heels, Rei collapsed on the couch and draped an arm over her eyes. None of this was funny. She needed to find her registration card and fast. This was about far more than just the marriage license now. One wrong move and she could be in major trouble. She wasn’t due for a renewal for another two years and she had already used up both of her replacement opportunties. She could not stand to face Tsunade asking for a forgiving third. Toshio lumbered toward her and rested his heavy head squarely on her stomach, huffing as if he, too, understood her plight. She knew there was no way he ever could but she at least appreciated the sentiment.

               “Come on” Kakashi sighed, extending a hand out to help her up.

               “Where are we going?” Rei asked. For a moment, she expected him to take her all over Konoha looking for it right this instant. She knew, however, that that was unrealistic.

               “It’s late, we’re tired, and I think we’ve done enough for today” Kakashi replied. Once she was upright, he skirted around her to place his hands on her shoulders from behind. “Let’s just call it a night and worry about it in the morning” he added, guiding her to bed. “Sleep deprivation never did anyone any favors.”

               Huffing, Rei rolled her eyes and muttered, “I don’t know about you but it’s done me plenty.” She knew that protesting was futile, though. And really, she truly was absolutely exhausted. She fell back onto the bed in defeat, curling up in the blankets as she scooted against Kakashi. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Together, they fell asleep quickly and easily.

               Come morning, Rei was groggy and sore. Her head felt heavy and her throat dry. She shuffled into the kitchen only to stub her toe on the corner of the coffee table. Toshio barked at her from the bedroom doorway, waking Kakashi in the process. He cocked a brow as he saw her hold her foot and hop towards the kitchen table, avoiding whatever clutter was on the floor. “You okay?” he asked, stifling laughter.

               Rei glared at him, nursing her sore toe. “No, Kakashi. I am not okay” she replied bluntly.

               “Still stressed about last night?” he then asked, skirting around the mess to sit beside her.

               “Of course I’m still stressed about last night!” Rei exclaimed. Burying her face in her hands, she groaned and shook her head. “We’re running out of time. I can’t sit here and waste another second.”

               Kakashi scanned the living room, the piles of paperwork stacked on the coffee table and miscellaneous clutter on the floor. Dirty socks, a plastic bag, napkins from the other night’s takeout. It was really no wonder they couldn’t find anything. A small smile touched Kakashi’s lips as he turned back to his fiancée. “What do you say we just not worry about it today?” he asked.

               “W-what? Kakashi, no!” she shouted, eyes wide with anxiety. How could he possibly suggest such a thing? Time was of the essence. She would not be able to relax until she got this taken care of.

               Kakashi, however, seemed completely unaffected. “Come on, just trust me” he grinned and there was a sparkle in his eye that made Rei skeptical. She knew that look. That was the look of a man who was up to something.

               “What are you plotting?” Rei asked suspiciously, leaning back with a cocked brow.

               “Me, plotting?” Kakashi rebuked. He swatted at the air, feigned ridiculousness. “I just don’t think we’ll get anywhere if we stress out about this. A watched pot never boils, right?”

               Rei frowned and slumped in her seat. “It does if you wait long enough” she muttered under her breath. But Kakashi had made up his mind. He rose to his feet and began rummaging around in the kitchen. “So what do you suggest we do all day then?” Rei asked, peering to get a better view of him. With his back to her, he shuffled through drawers before migrating to the corner of the room. Tucked beside their pantry stood a broom, a mop and a bucket, a duster, and a half-empty bottle of all-purpose cleaning spray.

                “Well, we are well into April now” Kakashi started, tossing Rei the broom. She fumbled but caught it, utterly confused. “And the house is in pretty bad shape, so I think it’s safe to say that some spring cleaning is in order.”

               “Spring cleaning…” Rei repeated, unconvinced. There was no way anyone, even Kakashi of the Sharingan, could convince her to feel motivated to clean. Of all the chores of domesticity, cleaning was the one Rei despised the most. She could handle washing laundry, perhaps even folding it, and while she wasn’t a chef by any means, cooking was tolerable enough. Cleaning, however? Absolutely not. Rolling her eyes, Rei fell back in her seat and stabbed the butt-end of the broom to her chest dramatically, her tongue falling out of the side of her mouth.

               Kakashi sighed and shook his head. “I know there are a million other things you would rather do, but we can’t avoid this any longer” he replied.

               “I mean, I think we’re fine” Rei lied. “The house isn’t that bad.” As she said this, however, Toshio lodged his snout underneath the couch desperately. He resurfaced a moment later smacking on the remnants of a stale chip. Rei turned back to Kakashi with a sheepish smile, but he seemed completely unamused. When it was clear he was not backing down, Rei’s face dropped. “Alright, fine, we’ll clean!” she exclaimed, raising her hands in surrender.

               Smiling, Kakashi approached with a duster in one hand and a small trash can in the other. “You know, not to bite the bullet but for all you know, this might even be fun” he jested.

               “Fun?” Rei repeated. Kill me. Kill me now. The only thing worse than cleaning was pretending it was enjoyable in any capacity. Kneeling onto the living room floor, Rei began picking up miscellaneous garbage. “I find it hard to believe that you can make cleaning fun” she scoffed.

               “I wouldn’t speak too soon” Kakashi replied. Before Rei could say anything else, Kakashi flicked on the stereo and an upbeat tune immediately filled the room. Rei’s head snapped up, searching Kakashi’s face for any sign of mental instability. Not only was she not expecting him to play music to begin with, but his choice of music alone was startling. She never expected him to be into something so…dorky.

               She watched with wide, confused eyes as Kakashi turned his back to her and began dusting the bookshelves. He swiped left and right in time with the beat, then began shaking his hips as well. Rei could barely restrain her laughter. “You’re ridiculous!” she exclaimed over the music, throwing a balled up napkin at his back. Kakashi whipped around to face her, spinning the feather duster around in his hand to hold it fluffy side up and began mouthing the lyrics into it like a microphone. “Who knew I was marrying such a dork?!” Rei laughed.

               Kakashi shrugged before pulling her to her feet. He took her hands in his and forced her into dancing with him. He pulled her hands in and out, back and forth, a simple little two-step. Her face turned bright red as he leaned in close and jested, “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

               “Oh, shut up” Rei laughed, averting her eyes and slapping him playfully on the shoulder. He released her to continue his dusting, but he refused to sacrifice his rhythm. Laughing, she shook her head as she approached the broom propped up against the wall to sweep the crumbs off the floor. As she did so, however, she hated to admit that she felt the allure of the music seeping into her bones, too. Try as she might, she could not resist. Her hips began to sway back and forth as she swept, her voice quietly singing along. A massive grin touched Kakashi’s lips as he glanced at her over his shoulder. Everything was going exactly as planned.

               Just as the song reached it’s climax, he gave the shelves one last swipe before whipping around to take Rei’s hand. She leapt over a small pile of clutter and spun into him, laughing. He wrapped his arms around her and swayed along with her, planting little kisses along her neck and shoulder. “You know, I had no idea you were such a dancer” Rei commented.

               “Mm, yeah?” Kakashi smiled. “It’s my best kept secret.”

               “Maybe Chikara should’ve recruited you for the Tomiko Trio then” Rei joked. “I bet you’d look cute in that little kimono.”

               Kakashi shook his head. “Absolutely not” he replied. “This is just for you.”

               “What a shame” Rei pouted mockingly. “If only the rest of the world knew that the infamous Copy Ninja shakes his ass while he mopped!”

               “And that is exactly why it’s a secret” he said matter-of-factly.

               Before Rei could offer a quip back, the current song faded out to make way for a new tune. With just the first few bars, Rei’s face filled with recognition and a small smile touched her lips. “I love this song” she said quietly, almost shyly. It was certainly not the type of music she usually listened to, which took Kakashi by surprise. He had never expected her to enjoy anything that didn’t involve sleazy guitar riffs and inhuman screaming. And yet now here she was smiling softly as she bobbed her head and swayed her hips. As the song progressed, she slowly became more comfortable with enjoying herself fully in front of him until, by the moment the bass dropped in the chorus, she whipped around toward him to shout the lyrics into the butt-end of her broom. It was clear she was still embarrassed and yet in that moment, she no longer cared. And seeing her happy made Kakashi happy. He proceeded to sing along with her, ripping on an air guitar as Rei whipped her hair back and forth with her microphone broom. Toshio jumped and spun around, barking in accompaniment. When it was clear he wanted in on the action, Rei patted her thighs as a sign for him to jump up, holding his paws at her hips and turning so as to dance in a little dog conga line around the living room.

               Kakashi could hardly restrain his laughter as he turned to follow behind Toshio, the three of them singing along as they danced. As the song faded out, Toshio abruptly jumped down and stood alert before racing to the couch. His sudden departure left Rei startled, stumbling back into Kakashi’s arms. He caught her dutifully, of course, laughing as he helped her regain her balance.

               “I didn’t know you got so excited about glam rock” he commented.

               Rei shrugged, jesting “Best kept secret?” Although, to be fair, it was really just that one song in particular that she really enjoyed. She had never kept up with the rest of Konoha’s hair metal.

               The couch shifted and squeaked as Toshio shoved his bulky body underneath as best as he could. Rei and Kakashi shared confused glances before rushing toward him to see what the trouble was. The last thing they needed was for him to get stuck and knowing Toshio, he would.

               “What do you smell under there?” Rei asked, tilting her head to try and get a better view. It was no use—it was too dark to see. Kakashi tried to guide Toshio out from under the couch but the dog was determined. Any attempts at veering him off course were met with deep, threatening growls. After a few more minutes, he wiggled himself free and in his mouth was a small scrap of paper, crumpled and soaked with slobber. Rei winced as she took it between thumb and forefinger, turning it over to inspect it. It was the holographic little sticker in the corner that gave it away. “Oh my god, he found it!” Rei squealed, a smile spreading wide across her lips. She turned it toward Kakashi so he could get a better look.

               “How did it even get under there?” Kakashi asked. He scratched behind Toshio’s ear in congratulations, though an accomplishment like this really deserved a treat.  

               “I don’t know” Rei shook her head. “It must’ve fallen out of my pocket when I sat down” she mused. “I’m just glad I actually lost it here and not in some foreign country.”

               Rising to his feet, Kakashi entered the kitchen and pulled a jar of dog treats out of the pantry. Toshio darted across the room in excitement, wagging his tail and whining as Kakashi turned one over in his hand, tempting him. “Now I just hope they’ll accept it in it’s current state” he jested.

               “They’re going to have to” Rei replied. “It’s the only I have.” Despite this, she knew they would likely not be appreciative of her neglect. A long shoestring of slobber dripped down from the card’s bottom corner. The name and birthdate were nearly completely faded. In the only dry corner of the card was a thick patch of cheesy residue from a bag of chips. If the card itself had not been so disgustingly important, Rei would’ve thrown it in the trash immediately. It would just have to do.

               The following evening after work, Rei and Kakashi returned to the Konoha Social Affairs and Labor Office lugging along all of their completed paperwork. Gurio met them with a bright smile on his face, readily accepting their forms. “Let’s take a looksee!” he grinned, flipping through the pages.

               Rei watched him with a scrutinous eye, praying that there would be no mistakes. She knew he wouldn’t be able to approve them on the spot—marriage license applications always had to go through much more thorough investigations—but the initial skim was the first crucial step. God forbid if anything was misspelled or any sections were skipped over, the applications would be deemed null and void and they would have to go through the process all over again. Rei felt her leg begin to bounce up and down as she shoved her panic deep down into her chest. “Hey, Gurio?” Rei finally asked. Her voice had risen an octave, grown shaky and desperate in her panicked agony. “Do you ever think all of this is a little, I don’t know…excessive?”

               “Oh, no, not at all!” Gurio smiled, pausing his reading. “We take marriages very seriously. After all, you wouldn’t believe the types of things people try to cover up with marriages! We have to make sure you’re both official citizens, we have to run background checks to see if you’ve ever committed any acts of domestic terrorism or leaked intel to other villages, we study your entire mission history. If we ever let an illegal citizen slip past our protocol and endanger the Leaf, we would never forgive ourselves!” There was a tinge of nervousness in Gurio’s nasally laughter as he turned back to their paperwork. Rei narrowed her eyes, studying his face intensely. She wondered what kinds of things he had seen working here. Perhaps an office job was more exciting than she had initially thought. Or perhaps he just liked to ramp up his own experiences to make himself seem far more seasoned and badass than he really was.

               Kakashi glanced to his fiancée for a moment before posing his own question. “By the way, do you happen to have a girlfriend, Gurio?” he asked slowly, suspiciously.

               Gurio chuckled. “You know, everyone who comes in here always asks me that!” he replied. “It’s the funniest thing. I don’t know what it is that makes everyone so curious.”

               Rei and Kakashi exchanged comic glances, stifling laughter. “I’m sorry, boyfriend?” Kakashi asked cautiously.

               “Oh, no, no!” Gurio replied, raising his hands in surrender. “Why? Are you trying to set me up with someone?”

               “No, no! Just making conversation” Kakashi smiled politely.

               “Well, sorry to burst your bubbles, folks, but I am, in fact, taken!” Gurio grinned. It was clear he must have been deeply in love with this person as the joy and pride in his eyes was immeasurable.

               Rei, however, could not restrain herself any longer. “Who?” she blurted, tone backed by the force of her anxiety. The moment she realized what she had done, she clapped her hand over her mouth and averted her eyes. She needed to get out of her as soon as humanly possible. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could handle being stuck here.

               Gurio, however, seemed completely unphased by her question. If anything, he was delighted to talk about his girlfriend. “Not to toot my own horn, but she’s the most beautiful woman! Sunkissed skin, eyes like the sea. She has the softest hair, too, just like sunshine!”

               “Oh my god” Rei whispered to Kakashi, voice muffled by her hand, “I had no idea people actually talked like that…”

               “Shh, shh” Kakashi hushed, though he was stifling his own laughter. Gurio must have been a Makeout Paradise fan. His descriptions were straight out of a romance novel. “That’s great to hear!” he replied. “I bet you’ll be laughing when you’re the one who has to fill out all this paperwork, huh?”

               “Oh, no!” Gurio replied. “I know the importance of having all of this in formation on file. I’d be more than happy to fill all of these out when my time comes! And I know my girlfriend would be, too.”

               “Well, at least you share the same values” Rei murmured, nodding awkwardly. She exhaled sharply, locking her eyes on the floor and trying to focus on the nails pinching her elbow rather than her bobbing leg and heavy chest.

               Gurio grinned and hummed as he finished flipping through the last of the paperwork. “It looks like everything is in order!” Gurio announced. A tight, rising sensation overcame Rei’s throat.

               “So that means we can leave now, right?” Rei asked, leaping to her feet. The promise of sunlight and fresh open air was driving her to the brink of insanity.  

               Gurio chuckled, shook his head. “Not so fast! Don’t forget we need copies of your identification. Now that’s going to be your birth certificate, your passport, your general ID card, and your ninja registration card. I hope you remembered to bring everything!”  

               Kakashi pulled his little folder out of his back pouch and set it on the desk, flipping it open to display all of his paperwork in perfect order. Rei grinned sheepishly as she dug around for her own, unfolding her birth certificate across the desk as she fished out everything else. She saved the ninja registration card for last, still sticky with Toshio’s slobber. Gurio winced as he took it gingerly, thanking her under his breath.

               “Let me just, uh, go make copies of these to have on file” he said, turning and taking the paperwork with him. He rounded the corner and from the other side of his desk, Rei and Kakashi could hear the loud grinding and whirring of the old, outdated copy machine. When Gurio returned, he handed back everything but Rei’s ninja registration card. Her heart leapt into her throat as she thought of all the things that could go wrong. Had it been deemed invalid? Would they have to come back and do this all over again? She didn’t think she could bear it. “Now, about this…” Gurio began, holding up the sloppy card.

               “Listen, I can explain!” Rei exclaimed. “You see, what happened was—”

               “Oh, no! No!” Gurio interrupted, “No explanation necessary. We’re just going to, uh…replace this for you.”

               Rei cocked a brow as she watched him slide a trash can out from under his desk and throw the card straight in with the rotting apple cores and stinking cups of half-eaten yogurt. She tightened her grip on the edge of the desk, feeling her finally begin to lose her nerve. “B-but I already used up all of my replacements for this term!” she stammered.

               Gurio grinned at her sheepishly, replying, “Don’t worry, ma’am, you’re a, uh…special case.” Another machine whirred and squealed from around the corner, startling Rei. Kakashi rested a comforting hand on her shoulder but even that didn’t help. What was she supposed to do without her registration card? Who was to say how long it would take to get her replacement? She never should’ve lost it in the first place. She cursed herself under her breath as she watched Gurio excuse himself and turn the corner once again.

               “Hey, just try to calm down” Kakashi whispered. “It’s being taken care of. The paperwork was accepted. Everything’s fine.”

               “I-I know but I just…” Rei whispered frantically. “He threw my card in the trash! What if there’s an issue? What if I can’t actually get a new one? What am I going to do without it? I just—”

               “Here you go!” Gurio interrupted, having returned seemingly out of nowhere. He extended his hand across the desk, a crisp new registration card in hand. Rei took it carefully, turning it over to ensure it was real. The cardstock was still warm from the printer, the ink still damp. She titled it this way and that, studying the way the holographic sticker in the corner caught the light. It seemed legitimate enough and really, Gurio had no reason to trick her, so she ultimately assumed it was safe to accept. She thanked him quietly and then took Kakashi’s hand as they made their way back home.

               “Now let’s try to keep this one in a safe spot, alright?” he smiled. Rei fanned the little card as they walked, eager for the ink to dry so she could put it away.

               “Oh, no, believe me, I will not be making this mistake again” Rei assured, shaking her head. She fished her wallet out of her back pouch, sliding the little card into one of the slots and patting it before closing it up, fairly pleased.

               Kakashi nodded, though he was unsure if he really believed her. He wanted to have faith that this horrible experience had taught her a lesson in organization but he also knew her well enough to know the way she was with mess. “Maybe we should invest in a filing cabinet” he mused.

               “Oh yeah?” Rei asked. “We can put it on the wedding registry.”

               A small smile touched Kakashi’s lips then as he interlocked his fingers with hers. “We’re one step closer” he replied. Rei looked up at him then and the love in his eyes filled her a certain special kind of warmth, radiating from the center of her chest and outward. Kakashi brushed her bangs back so as to get a better look at her face and kissed the tip of her nose through his mask. “One step closer to being husband and wife. One step closer to our future.”

               Rei loved the sound of that. Our future. She pressed her left hand to her stomach, catching the glint of her engagement ring in the dusk sunlight. The thought of their future made her so giddy, exploding with an excitement stronger than she ever could’ve imagined. It would take roughly three weeks for the registrar’s office to conduct their full investigation and get back to them on the status of their application. The wait would be agonizing, but it would be worth it. After all, anything was worth it for their future.