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mint-yooxgi · 5 months ago

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That Kids, Is How I Met Your Father - Seonghwa X Reader

Part of the CODN Summer Event - See You On The Flip Side

Genre: Mature, Angst, Crack, Fluff, Non-idol!AU

Pairing: Seonghwa X GN!Reader

Words: 2,700

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, but really it's a really funny misunderstanding, a gun!, mature themes, not edited, I'll do that laterrrrr so please excuse any errors

A/n: Since the event was announced and I saw the first prompt, this has been living in my head rent free lmaooo I had way too much fun writing this, so I hope you all like it as well! It's not meant to be taken too seriously, so just have fun when reading it! At least, I hope you will! As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Summary: You seem to have the most rotten luck when it comes to chatting up strangers... and asking them for help...

Prompt: Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss.

You have no idea how you got here. Perhaps it’s your penchant for excitement, or maybe even your love of adventure. However, if anyone would have told you that you’d be in this situation, you would have laughed in their face… followed promptly by an excited, yet curious, ‘really?’

Honestly, you can’t be mad. He is rather cute, and he did go along with it to start.

That’s what happens when you trust a stranger.

You had seen your ex across the park with their new fling walking hand in hand. Or, rather, the person they had been seeing the whole time while you had supposedly been in a relationship with them. Seeing them out looking so joyous had something within you twisting unpleasantly, and if they could look so happy being together and away from you, then so could you.

Looking around the park, you had done a quick scan of the area. Weeding out potential dangers, you finally zeroed in on your target. A man with shaggy black hair half tied up in a ponytail. He appeared to be alone, and the fact that he was crouched by the pond chatting with the ducks had an immediate good feeling towards him building within your gut.

Without a moment to waste, you ran over to him.

“Hi, I know this is really sudden, but could you do me a huge favour?” Your words come out rushed, cheeks heating as you avert your gaze to the side.

Unfortunately for you, your gaze caught on your ex and their now partner rounding the closest bend and getting even closer to where you were standing.

You didn’t even give the man time to respond. All you did know, was that he had stood back to his feet beside you, his beauty captivating you the moment you turned to meet his curiously quirked brow.

“Great, thanks.” You say, offering him a tight smile.

The sound of laughter meets your ears, and you immediately find yourself stepping closer into this mystery man’s side.

A call of your name draws your attention to the side.

“Oh, hey, Colin,” you grin, chuckling awkwardly as you meet his gaze. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Well, we were just out for an afternoon stroll through the park, and I couldn’t help but notice you with-“

“Oh, excuse me,” the man beside you clears his throat, extending his hand out towards Colin. You fail to see the pointed look he shoots your ex’s now partner. “Where are my manners? My name is Seonghwa.”

You swear you see Colin’s partner stiffen beside him, their eyes catching on a large silver and black ring on the duck watcher’s - Seonghwa’s - hand.

“So, how long have you and Seonghwa been together-“

“Well, it was great seeing you!” You cut their words off eagerly, a tight smile painting your lips.

Grabbing Seonghwa’s hand in your own, you pull him down the path and in the opposite direction of the two of them a bit frantically. You need to get away from an even more awkward conversation than what had already been started mere minutes ago.

“This was a dumb idea.” You keep muttering over and over to yourself as you drag him along. “God- how could I have been so stupid?”

You fail to see the curious quirk of the man’s brow trudging behind you.

Taking a quick look around, you manage to rush across the street and into a side alleyway. It’s a bit secluded, but you could use the space right now. Especially after seeing your ex again.

It takes you a full minute to realize that you’re still holding this mystery man’s hand.

“Should I even ask?” His amused voice greets your ears.

Instantly, you drop his hand, beginning to pace.

“All this time I thought I was over doing stupid things like this to get his attention, but no!” You drawl out that last word, shaking your head. “I just had to go and drag a random stranger into it instead of walking away. God, that was probably so uncomfortable for you. I’m so sorry!” You turn to him, your eyebrows drooping. “You probably think I’m some crazy person obsessed with their ex, or something. I promise you I’m not!”

Your words start rising in pitch, voice taking on a more frantic tone.

“I’m just…. upset at how happy they look after what they did-“ you take a sharp breath in. “And you probably don’t even care, oh my god. Here I am ranting to a literal stranger over my old relationship problems after dragging him across the street.”

The corner of Seonghwa’s lips quirk, resting his one shoulder against the brick wall of the alleyway casually. His eyes continue to track your every movement, amusement dancing within his gaze as he listens to you rant like he’s not even there.

After a few more minutes of you seemingly working yourself up, he cannot help but chuckle, “You know, there’s not many people brave enough to do what you just did.”

This seems to halt you right in your tracks.

You blink, turning to face him fully, and noticing how he’s still been here this whole time.

“To be fair, I thought you would have bolted the moment I dragged you into this alleyway.”

“You’re blocking the only exit.” The grin he wears only widens, watching as your eyes seem to dart everywhere but towards him now.

“Oh.” You laugh awkwardly. “So, I am.”

He says nothing in response, simply continuing to watch you in amusement as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Well, then…” you clear your throat, stepping pointedly to the side. “I won’t keep you any longer.”

His grin only stretches wider across his face. “You sure about that?”

“Well, unless you want to hear all about the relationship struggles of a stranger, I won’t hold you hostage any longer.” You motion for him to walk passed with your hand, signifying his freedom.

“Believe me,” he pushes himself off of the wall, yet opts to stand directly across from you still with his arms crossed. “If I had wanted to escape, there is no way you could have held me here.”

To say you are taken back by his bluntness would be a great understatement.

“Oh?” Your brows raise, an expression of disbelief coating your features. “I mean, it’s not like I was being forceful!”

“On the contrary,” he chuckles, his eyes dancing in amusement. “I had no other choice than to follow you after you had grabbed my hand.”

“Well, I highly doubt you couldn’t have just pulled your hand free-“

“But then what would have our dear Colin have thought?” He hums, tilting his head slightly. “Would have been so scandalous for a couple to act so repulsed of one another.”

“I said I was sorry!” Your shoulders deflate. “You seemed like the best option in the park at the time and I took a chance! You’re the one who went along with it.”

“I’m not so heartless that I would leave someone in clear distress.” His words come out a little sharper than before, and you notice his eyes seem to harden for a moment.

You recoil slightly, blinking at him in disbelief. “I never said that you were.”

He holds your gaze, his jaw ticking. His shoulders seem tense.

“Well, thanks for your help, oh, great kung fu master,” you say, bowing dramatically with an arm across your chest while the other extends out towards the opening of the alleyway. “My apologies if I disturbed your duck whispering rituals.”

Seonghwa takes a moment to observe you, his head tilting curiously. A blink, and you have yet to come up from your mockery of a bow, which only causes a huff of disbelief to escape him through his nose.

“You really have no idea who I am, do you?”

You lift your head, brow furrowed. “Should I?”

Your response clearly catches him off guard. So much so, that he drops his arms to his side.

“Are you some celebrity that I don’t know about?” You shake your head, attempting to place if you’ve seen him on a talk show, or in headlines recently.

This time, the disbelief is clear on his face. “You’ve got to be shitting me…”

“I assure you, sir,” you reply pointedly, “that if I had any idea who you were, I most likely would not have approached the least intimidating stranger making animal crossing sounds at the ducks.”

His mouth falls open, eyes widening as he attempts to refute your statement.

“It was rather sweet, if I’m being honest with myself-“

A blink, and suddenly he has you pinned to the wall of the alleyway. His hands hold tightly to your shoulders, pressing you harshly against the brick as his dark eyes meet your own.

“You need to forget everything you saw, and, or heard today.” He says firmly, his lips curling over his teeth.

“Woah,” you attempt to lift your hands in a shrug, but at the way he pushes you firmer into the wall, his body now pressed against your own, you grimace. “Didn’t realize being human was a sin.”

“You don’t understand-“

“Oh, I don’t understand?” You nod once, slowly, your eyes wide. “Because I’m pretty sure this has taken quite a turn from what we both expected from the other.”

“You don’t realize how dangerous I can be-“

“Is this supposed to be some kind of bad boy act, because it really could use some work-“

“It’s not an act!”

“Oh, really?” You quirk a brow, the corner of your lips quirking. “Then, is that a gun in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?”

The man before you lets out a long sigh, his head dropping as he takes a step away from you. His hands move almost too fast for you to see, but at the sleek black object that he pulls out, your eyes nearly bulge from your head.

“A gun!”

“Keep your goddamn voice down,” Seonghwa hisses, tucking the object into the back waistband of his jeans. “I told you I wasn’t fucking around.”

However, you’re not even paying attention anymore.

“Oh my god, I’m going to die….” You’re mumbling again, blinking rapidly as you lean against the wall for support. “Stupid, stupid, stupid trying to enlist help from a stranger. A stranger with a gun, no less…” You smile tightly, looking like you may let out a shriek of disbelief at any second. “I’m gonna be kidnapped, and my cats will have no one to take care of them-“

“I’m not going to kidnap you.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He goes to reach for you in attempts to calm you down, but you recoil, causing him to immediately back down. “Your cats won’t be orphaned. Relax.”

“But you have a gun!” You whisper harshly, as if it should be obvious why he is a sudden threat to you.

“Hey, if anyone is the kidnap victim here, it’s me.” He hums, that same look of amusement back in his eyes.

“I didn’t-“

“I’ve already had to tell my personal guards to stand down twice since you’ve whisked me away-“

“I was about to knee you in the balls!”

“Yeah, you definitely would have been shot for that.” He states, rather casually at that.

The look of horror that paints your features is near comical at this point.

He blinks. “You’re not going to be shot-“

“I’m too young to die! I still have my whole life ahead of me!” You begin to wail dramatically.

“You’re not going to die.�� He sighs, shaking his head lightly in amusement.

“Says the man with the gun!” You flail your hands, motioning to him with wide eyes. “I knew celebrities valued their privacy, but threats are a whole different ball game.”

“I guess you could call me somewhat of a celebrity.” He shrugs casually, seeming to bask in the idea.

“You, sir, need to sort out your priorities.” You deadpan.

“Says the person freaking out about getting shot by a gun I already put away.” He counters. “Believe me, if I had wanted you dead, you would have been by now.”

“Well, that just makes me feel loads better!” You throw your hands in the air in exasperation. “You certainly know how to pick someone up at the park.”

“You kidnapped me!” He replies, just as exasperatedly.

“I thought you said you’d have no trouble getting away if that were the case.” You simper, nose in the air as you cross your arms over your chest.

A moment of silence passes between the two of you as he takes you in. Then, the most startling sound escapes him since the beginning of your encounter with this mystery duck whisperer.

He laughs. Not a small chuckle, or puff of amusement. A loud, boisterous laugh which echoes off of the bricks of the alleyway as he nearly doubles over.

“God, I haven’t had this much fun since Joong shattered the duplicate blood ruby we were supposed to use to pull off the Mont Blanc heist.” Seonghwa straightens, attempting to catch his breath as he wipes at the corner of his eyes.

You blink, his words seeming to trigger a memory inside of your mind. Curiously, you tilt your head as flashes of breaking news bulletins flit through your mind, your mouth falling open in disbelief. You hand lifts, shaking lightly as you point a finger at him.

“You’re the leader of the notorious Hala gang?” Your eyes go wide, stunned disbelief painting your features. That is, until a shrill laugh is leaving your lips.

Now, it’s your turn to double over in laughter.

“You- you’re the-“ More peels of laughter escape you, hunching over to rest your hands on your knees.

“What’s so hard to believe?” He quirks a brow, seemingly amused by your reaction currently.

“You were making animal crossing noises at the ducks!” Your lips quirk upwards in the corners. “The big, bad, scary Hala boss spends his free time at the pond, cooing to the ducks!”

“Well, we all need hobbies other than murder sometimes.” He shrugs, as if this is the most normal conversation to be having.

“Right,” you drawl out, shooting him a sceptical look. “And diamonds aren’t a girl’s best friend. Or, well, in this case, blood diamonds.”

“Actually, it was a ruby. But, fair enough,” he chuckles, his eyes shining as he stares at you across from him.

“Oh, pardon me,” you roll your eyes playfully. “We can’t all be versed in the world of jewels and gemstones.”

He takes a brief moment to observe you, seemingly coming to a decision. The corner of his lips twitches upwards.

“Would you like to be?”

His question clearly catches you off guard, and you nearly go tumbling over your own two feet as you push yourself off of the wall. “Excuse me?”

“Well, seeing as you’ve separated me from my lovely ducklings, and kidnapped me against my will…” he hums, closing the distance between the two of you carefully. “I think it’s only fair that we do something to my benefit this evening. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Almost as soon as he finishes speaking, he offers you his arm. A soft smile tugs at his lips, that glimmer of amusement shining once more within his dark eyes. He holds no aura of intimidation around him, nor does he seem to have any intent of harming you for the moment. Still, you cannot help but to eye him cautiously.

Your gaze flicks from his arm to his face, studying him carefully. Your brow quirks, and you cannot deny the spark of excitement that kindles within you as you gently place your hand on his arm.

“If my cats are suddenly orphaned cause I’m dead in a ditch somewhere…”

“Believe me, Darling,” Seonghwa chuckles lowly, his breath ghosting the shell of your ear as he leans into you. He lightly tugs you in closer as you both exit the alleyway, ensuring that you’re pressed right against his side. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to stay.”

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augustinewrites · 1 year ago

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alhaitham almost walks right past you in the hall, too engrossed in whatever he’s reading. it takes you gently grasping his wrist for him to look up, expression brightening briefly before diving right back into his papers.

“is everything okay?” you ask when you notice the knot that’s formed between his brows. “i’ve hardly seen you all day.”

“i’m fine,” he tells you, which lets you know that he’s certainly stressed about something. he sighs, returning the correspondence to the envelope tucked underneath his arm. “i just don’t understand why dehya won’t accept the akademiya’s job offer.”

in his capacity as the acting grand sage, he’s been trying to get her in the akademiya’s employ for weeks, but the mercenary’s been as tough to wear down as the wall of samiel itself. “ah. still having trouble recruiting her?”

“i’ve already offered a generous salary, benefits, a signing bonus, even a housing stipend. she’d practically be working side by side with the general mahamatra.”

“well, working with the matra means she’d have to spend a great deal of time in sumeru city,” you point out. “that’s probably something she doesn’t prefer.”

“why not?” he asks (because while your man is smart beyond belief, he can be a little dense sometimes). “we have everything here.”

“that’s true, but we’re also quite far from aaru village,” you say slowly, hoping he picks up on what you’re implying.

“i appreciate the geography lesson, but that doesn’t help me figure out how to hire–”

“i was trying to be obscure,” you press, drawing a breath. “because being in sumeru full-time means that she’ll have to spend time away from candace.”

he stares at you blankly, waiting for you to elaborate.

“haitham–” you say, pressing your hands together and glancing around quickly to confirm no one is within earshot. “dehya and candace are knocking boots.”

he seems taken aback by what you’ve just whispered, pausing in his stride to process it. “wait, what?”

“it’s an old expression from mondstadt that means–”

“i’m familiar with the expression. i’m just asking why you’re so positive that they are having… relations.”

“because i just know. they have crazy chemistry. nilou sees it too.”

“do either of you have evidence?”

you hesitate. “no…”

“then you’re not positive. you’re only speculating.”

“i’m not speculating,” you insist with a pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “i just know–”

“oh, like you just knew that kaveh was only going to stay with me for less than a month?”

“that’s different,” you argue. so what if kaveh’s been staying at alhaitham’s for more than six months? that was due to various, independent factors that had nothing to do with you. “but the way they are around each other–”

“gossip is an unreliable source of information,” he says flatly. alhaitham, as a rule, did not deign to entertain gossip. it was a premise built upon the unsteady grounds of conjecture, and he could not care less to waste his time surmising about other people’s personal lives.

“but–”

“therefore, your advice is redundant.”

you take the files from under his arm, reaching up and smacking him on the back of the head with them. “my advice is always relevant. you can trust me on this.”

alhaitham adjusts his headphones with a sigh, a pained but contemplative look on his face. He knows you’re right, and he knows that he’s hit a wall with this proposal. “fine. i will utilize your…advice, to adjust my proposal.”

“that’s what i like to hear.”

the two of you continue walking in silence, yours smug and his pensive. then, after a moment,

“you realize you just hit the acting grand sage, right?”

“oh please, you don’t scare me.” you meet his amused stare with open defiance, getting up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his jaw, then his cheek, and finally his lips. “and when dehya accepts this job proposal, i can think of a few ways you can repay me.”

_____

“you want to offer me what?”

“you heard me,” alhaitham shrugs, leaning back in his plush desk chair. “the akademiya is willing to offer you compensation of up to ten thousand gold for any and all travel between sumeru city and aaru village.”

alhaitham may be in charge of the entire nation at the moment, but he doesn’t quite feel like it when dehya is in the room. she leans forward, resting her elbows atop the highly important documents on his desk as she stares at him. “why would you do that?”

“so you can stay in contact with your loved ones.”

the mercenary scoffs at that. “alhaitham, come on. i know you’ve done your research. i don’t have any family in aaru village.”

moment of truth.

“i was actually referring to…significant others.”

dehya’s brows raise in surprise.

_____

when he returns that night, the first thing alhaitham does when he joins you in bed is take the patient files from your hands and place them on the nightstand.

you frown, reaching for them. “i wasn’t done with those.”

he doesn’t argue with you, instead climbing on top of you and caging you against the bed, a knee pushed between your legs. he merely chuckles when you push at his chest, cause you’re not really trying.

he simply chases after you, and any fight you had to get back to your work dissipates when he presses his lips to yours.

“oh…” you sigh, quickly looping your arms around him to drag him closer, patting your lips to let him deepen the kiss. you gasp when he moves down to press kisses to your shoulder, slowly trailing more up your neck, your jaw, the shell of your ear.

“dehya must have accepted the offer then,” you breathe, your eyes beginning to flutter shut.

“part time only,” he murmurs. “but she signed on.”

you hook your leg around his waist, grinning “oh, so i was…what’s the word?”

he nips at your ear in reprimand, only making you laugh as he mutters, you were right, under his breath.

“oh, don’t pout, baby,” you tease, hands roaming the well sculpted planes of his chest. “let’s just—"

“if you say ‘knock boots,’ i’m going to leave you here and sleep on the couch.”

#alhaitham x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #alhaitham x y/n #genshin drabbles

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bandgie · 1 year ago

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Ghost in the Night

Ghostface!Jeongin x fem!reader

AU 1 | AU 2

synopsis: Keep your doors locks, shut your windows, don't go outside after sundown. Rules were quickly put in place when a killer, known as 'Ghostface,' began terrorizing your city. You listened to all these rules until finals night, but still, there's no way in hell Ghostface could get to you. Right?

warnings: MDNI 18+, DUBCON/NONCON, breaking an entry, implied kidnapping, PIV, forced oral (m! receiving), face slapping, blood/murder, face fucking, slight pain during sex (no prep) crying/begging, cumming inside, degrading words (slut, bitch, etc), not proofread,

4.1k words shheesshhh

Another college student was found dead. Their throat slashed along with their stomach. The police found them in their apartment with the words 'COME FIND ME' smeared on the walls with blood. The story along made you queasy. This killer, who the town nicknamed Ghostface, has been on a spree for about two weeks now. It really happened out of the blue. One day, you're attending college parties, and the next, you're too scared to even shop for necessities.

Rumors began to speculate about who it could be. Many people thought it was the rival university, some thought it was the son of the dean who couldn't get into the school, most thought it was just a psycho. The question remained though, why did Ghostface only go after college students?

Your friends dropped out of college upon hearing the news. They urged you to do the same, but you were so close to graduating that you decided to push through. After all, most of the students attacked were sorority or frats, you weren't either of them. If you kept your head down, didn't attend the stupid parties students kept throwing because they liked the thrill, you would be fine.

So here you were, on the second floor of the library late at night. You're thankful your library had open hours until midnight, it was great for last minute studying. The librarian was very friendly, even offering to drive you home. "I hear about what's been happening," she tells you as she rubs her trails hands.

You shake your head, "Thank you for your concern. I really don't wanna waste your time, I'll be fine." She eyes you cautiously, as if hoping you'd second guess yourself and take her offer. When you don't, she sighs. "Fine, deary. You be safe out there." You nod your head and watch her descend back to her from post.

A few hours pass before you decide to head home, your brain fried from all the studying. You wave the librarian a goodbye and exit the doors, greeted with the moon and stars in the sky. Had there not been a killer loose, you would have loved to admire the view. It's a blood moon tonight, and you pray that it's a good omen.

While walking back to your dorm, you couldn't help but hear music blasting. You pass one of the frat dorms, watching as people passed out in the front lawns and other vomiting. You grimaced at the sight. How could they party like this when people were being brutally murdered? You ignored their hollers and whistles to continue on your path.

"Hey!" One of them shouts at you. You ignore it, walking faster to get to your safe place. "Hey! I'm calling you!" Still, you maintain your pace. If you keep walking fast enough, you'll be able to-

"Damn girl! I'm tryna talk to you," the guy had caught up to you. He held you by your upper arms stinking of booze. You turned to face him in an attempt to intimidate him, "I'm not interested." You try your best to sneer, but he only laughs. "Never said I wanted you to be. I was just gonna say you shouldn't be walking all alone." His ominous statement send chills down your spine.

"I appreciate you tryna be my hero, but like I said, I'm not interested." You sternness throws him off, and he quickly lets go of your arm. "Bitch," he mumbles, "I was just tryna help." You don't bother replying, quickly turning around to escape his presence. You can't trust anyone, you can't take your chances.

You make a sharp turn, hoping that you're out of his sight. It doesn't take long to hear the familiar steps behind you. Rather than ignoring him this time, you turn around quickly to confront him. "Didn't you fucking hear me? I said-" You stop yourself. You were fully excepting to see his drunk ass behind you, but instead your faced with nothing.

You shiver, whipping back around to scurry home. It was just the wind, you think. You can feel your heartbeat in your chest, feel the blood that pumps in your veins. No no no, calm down. You're fine. There's nothing here. Even while you try to relax your heartbeat, you start hearing the footsteps again.

Too scared to turn around, you run. Maybe there's nothing behind you at all. Maybe you're running like a manic only scaring yourself more. It doesn't matter though, you're filled with too much fear to think rationally.

Another turn, and you can see your dorm complex in the distance. You stop running as fast, convinced that you're just overreacting. You do keep a fast walk though, still unsure if you could really walk so carelessly. Your gaze is up in the sky, watching how the moon gets bigger and bigger.

The sky provides a good amount of light as you finally make your way to the front door as your house. You reach for your keys only to see that your front door is already open. Your eyebrows raise, unsure if your roommate just got home and forgot to close the door. You push it open, taking a peek. The lights are off and it's quiet. Perhaps they just forgot and went to sleep.

You walk in and flick on the light, setting your bag down. It's not until your eyes are better adjusted in the lighting that you see your roommate. She's hunched over, limp on the couch as if she was waiting for you. You gasp at her, jumping slightly.

"Oh my god!" You breathe. "Jesus Christ you scared the shit outta me." You take steps towards her waiting for her response. There is none. "Hey, girl you good?" You reach out to grasp her shoulder and the little contact makes her fall on the ground. It's then that you see the blood that pool on the couch, how easily her head lolls to the side.

You fall to the ground with her, flipping her around to see a giant slash across her neck. Her eyes are wide with fear, her mouth open as if she was screaming. You can't help but try to shake her despite it being in vain, tears falling down your face. You're so caught up in your mourning that you don't hear the footsteps that come towards you.

A shadow hovers over you, and you turn around to see the familiar descriptions you've seen in the news. A black cloak, gloved hands, a white mask with a permanent open mouth. You cry even harder upon the sight. A part of you doesn't think it's real, that it's all just a sick dream you're having. Even as the killer kneels down towards you to stare at your face, you pray it's just a nightmare.

"I had to come pretty quick, you were almost home," it speaks. You don't really register what he's saying. He straightens back up, "You know, I also killed that dude back there that grabbed you. Guys like that piss me off. They have no respect for personal space ya know what I mean?" Perhaps he said that as a joke, considering this man literally killed your roommate mere moments ago.

"Please," your voice is horse and thick with emotion. "I don't want-want to die." You start sobbing, bloody hands cradling your face in an attempt to comfort yourself. The masked man cocks his head to side, seemingly intrigued by your cries. "You think I'm gonna kill you?" He doesn't wait for an answer, yanking your head up by your hair. You whimper and nod, vision blurry with tears.

You try begging more, but all that comes out are garbles sentences and pathetic wails. Ghostface is rather enjoying the show, smiling behind his mask. "You've got a good crying face. Keep begging," his grip tightens on your hair. You do, and honestly he didn't even need to ask. In the midst of your sobs, you can feel the cold edge of something sharp against your throat. You feel it slowly dig into your neck, but not hard enough to break the skin.

The contact makes you freeze up, eyes wide with absolute terror. Ghostface literally moans at the sight. "Fuck, I love that look." He makes the knife dances around your neck, staring at how your pupils dilate. Pleasurable shivers travel his body, and he can feel the blood traveling to his cock. Killing you now would be a waste, he should at least have some fun first.

He removes the knife from your neck throws it across the room. You jump at the clattering noise, almost missing how he uses his now free hand to yank his pants down. On your knees, your face-to-dick with his half hard on. You almost throw up at the realization, eyes staring into the masks eyes pleading.

He shoves his crotch closer to your face, smearing his cock on your face. You keep your mouth closed, determined to keep your dignity intact. Ghostface doesn't like this, and pulls your hair back so hard you think you'll go bald. "You think this is a fucking game?" He forces you to look at him while he speaks. "You wanna end up like your bitch roommate? Huh?" You shake your head as you sob.

"That's what I fuckin' thought, get to work slut."

You don't think you can manage to even keep your mouth open with how violently your sobbing, but Ghostface doesn't wait for you to open up all the way. He quickly shoves his half hard in your mouth. You wrap your lips around it, trying your best not to gag. A part of you thinks about biting down on him, and he must see a glint in your eyes because he yanks your face off him.

The force of his pull makes you cry out, but he responds by slapping you hard across the face with his free hand. Pain surges in your face, and you can't help the continuous tears that fall. "If you fucking bite me, I'll make you choke on your own insides," he threatens. If it wasn't for the corpse of your roommate mere feet away, you would still believe him because of the look in his eye.

"I won't!" You speak through your cries. "I promise I promise just please don't hurt me." Ghostface smiles under his mask, giving your cheeks three more light slaps before shoving your face back on his cock. Determined to prove your life is worthy, you stick your tongue out to lick his underside. You can tell he surprised by the way his breath hitches.

You let your lips run over his length along with your tongue. Salvia quickly begins to pool in your mouth, and you spit on his dick. You carefully reach your hands up, scared that he might slap you again. You can tell he's watching with judgement as you grab the base of his cock with one of your hands. Your other one steads on your thigh as you let your mouth fall open.

Working in one fluid motion, you bob your head to the speed of your hand. His cock is smooth, save for the pulsating of his veins. He's completely hard now, and it's pretty difficult to get more than half his girth between your lips. Your hands become sticky with precum and spit. You can feel how your drool dibbles down your cheeks as you continue to take him in your mouth.

Now there's two hands in your hair, and he's started pull you closer and closer to him. A particular thrust of his hips has you gagging, nearly coughing his cock out. He doesn't let you pull him out, instead forcing you to keep a couple inches in. You're making noises that both sound like moaning and suffocating, and it turns him on a lot more than he'd like to admit.

Watching you try your best to suck his cock like your life depends on it makes him feel alive because, well, your life does depend on it. You doe eyes wide with fear and concentration amuses him, makes him feel almost bad for the fact that he's still going to kill you when you're done. Not to mention your lips, how swollen and red they are from pleasuring him.

A part of him wishes he could take his mask off, make you look him in the eyes rather than his mask. The clear view could possible make him cum quickly in your mouth. Instead, Ghostface makes do with your current state. You're dripping in him and your own liquids, hands feverishly moving easily in the slobber.

All you and him can hear are your choked sobs, wet sucking, and the occasional movement of his hips hitting your face. To both of your shock, you find yourself getting aroused by his cock in your mouth. The fear in your stomach slowly begins to bubble into desire. Your panties getting slightly damp. You can't stop yourself as you clench you thighs together to get some friction.

You try to convince yourself that it's normal to get like this in a life or death situation. There's been cases of people's brain getting so scared that it gets sexually stimulated. You pray that this is the case now because you're starting to think how pretty this man's moans is. He sounds breathy, needy, desperate. Like he hasn't gotten much action in a while, or at least not to this extent.

A self-defense mechanism, you try to tell yourself as your pussy begins to seep through your underwear.

Ghostface suddenly thrusts his hips into your face, his cock hitting your throat deep. You throat contracts around him, and the pressure has him pulsing. You think you might suffocate with how he just keep shoving his dick into your mouth without caring how you claw at his thighs. Then he moans, almost sings his groans as he shoots his cum down your throat.

If you thought you were suffocating then, you must be dying now. His hot cum chokes you and slightly trickles down your chin. Your wide eyes have now rolled to the back of your head, and your chest began burning from lack of oxygen. Perhaps this is how you go out, dead by dick.

Just before you can feel yourself lose consciousness, he pulls away. You gasp and cough for air, hands grabbing your throat. Ghostface takes a few steps back as if he was surprised by his own orgasm. You heave, lungs burning from the intake of fresh air. Before you have the chance to fully recover, he pulls you up by the back of you head and harshly throws you on the couch. You hate how your shirt begins to grow damp with your roommate's blood, but you try to persuade yourself that it's just sweat.

Ghostface is between your legs in a matter of seconds, lifting up your skirt to expose your underwear.

You're still trying to catch your breath as your hands aimlessly attempt to push him off. You hear him snicker, gripping your thighs tightly to pull them apart. He sighs dreamily, "You're so wet baby. I can't tell if you're that turned on from sucking my cock or if you're so scared you pissed yourself."

Shame overtakes you, and you fight even harder to push him away. He only laughs at your attempts, releasing you for just a second to wrap his hands around his throat. Your finger try to pry him off, but all he does it squeeze harder. You can feel your face turning read, the familiar sensation of suffocating returning.

"I thought you would have learned to be nicer to me by now," he tsks. "Be a good girl and let me fuck you. I would rather like to fuck this pussy warm and alive." You can't verbally answer him since he's crushing your windpipe, so you meekly nod. He released your throat just before your vision went fully dark.

His gloves hands trail over your body, cupping at your breasts before continuing on their way down. You're scared that moving would make you faint, so you stay still as he explores your body. You can feel the warmth of his hands through the latex. How strong his fingers are as they reopen your legs. He rubs a thumb on your clothed pussy, keeping on hand on your abdomen.

Then, he does something even he knows he shouldn't do; Takes off his mask. If you weren't so oxygen-deprived, you could probably see his clearly. All you can make out is his dark hair, thick eyebrows, full lips. His specific features are a little hazy, but you can see enough to know that despite your better judgment, he's not bad looking at all.

He throws the mask onto your face, blocking your vision. "Don't take it off," he commands. "Take that mask off and I'll rip your throat out with my hands." You nod as shivers run down your body, "I won't." Those are all the words he needs to heat before moving your under to the side. The sight of your aroused clit has his breath caught in his throat, he's never seen anything as beautiful.

"Oh baby," he practically moans. His fingers feel a little uncomfortable as he plays with your lower lips, but it's not painful. He smears your wetness all over your pussy and thighs. Ghostface is amazed at how much your pussy was drooling for him. Maybe you're sick too, just like him.

Your cunt feels cold when he withdraws his hand from you, and your body reactively chases his touch. You hate how you hear him chuckle at your actions. He takes his finger and shoves it into his mouth, curious about your taste. You can't see too clear, but from the way his eyebrows go up, he likes what he ate.

"I'd kill to eat your pussy," he compliments. "Don't have the time to though, maybe next time."

No prep, no lube, just this man precisely angling his cock to your soppy entrance. You're whimpering quietly, little sounds as if to say please don't when it only entices him more. He lets out a soft groan when his tip enters your soft walls. You try to close your legs, but now with two hands gripping the back of your thighs, you really don't have a choice.

He pushes in, and you use both your hand to cover your mouth. He has more length than girth, so it feels never ending as he slides in. It's slightly painful at first, but you find yourself feeling satisfying full. Your assaulter can't fit himself all the way since you're too tight, but it's enough for him to rock his hips.

There's no warm up to his strokes, and your thrown in forced pleasure all too quickly. The feeling of his sliding in and out, how he manages to get deeper and deeper each time, the bruising grip on your thighs. Now you're covering your mouth to suppress your moans rather than cries. Even though, he can still hear how you squeak and groan as he pounds into you.

He watches as your breasts bounce from underneath your shirt, the way your body completely shifts every time he thrusts into you. You can say you want him to stop all you want, but he can feel how inviting your pussy has gotten. Almost begging in to stay inside, to pump you full of his cum.

Now he meets you at the hilt, his pelvis slapping against your ass. It's getting hard to breath under his mesh mask, but you don't dare to take it off. You should be ashamed with how you look up at him, practically admiring his expressions and how he groans. From what you can see, his mouth is fallen open as he moans carelessly. Like he didn't just make you take his cock, like he didn't just kill your roommate without remorse.

The pain is completely gone, and you find yourself wondering how you could have been in pain to begin with. He's so good with his cock, like he knows where in your cunt you like it. His hands stay at your thighs, but you wish he could use his gloves fingers to rub your clit. You might've been gripping his by his broad shoulders if you weren't too busy quieting yourself.

Even without the stimulation on your lower lips, you can feel your stomach tightening. The warm orgasm slowly collecting in your abdomen. You let your legs fall open even more, eager for him to drive deeper into you. He accepts happily, laughing maniacally. "God fuck, I knew you were a fucking slut. Putting your nose in a book, acting like a good little girl when you're just as sick as me."

'W-What?" You can't stop from questioning him. Has he been watching you this whole time?

You don't think he's going to answer you with how hard he's driving his hips into you, but he does. "The library. You- ngh fuck!- rather be a fucking loser than party. That scared of me huh?" He cackles. "So scared that you take my fat cock." He stops talking for a few beats to focus on fucking you.

"Aw shit, I'm gonna cum inside you." A statement, not a request. His thrusts become sloppy, aggressive. You cam feel his tip in your throat with how deep he is, and you lose your composure. One of your hands whisk down to rub your aching clit. The movement startles him for a second, but then he smiles once he realizes.

You're despicable. You should feel huge amounts of disgrace as you finish on his cock, but you don't. Instead you feel bliss with your walls squeezing around him. The sudden pressure of your pussy makes him whimper, then cum right after. He's so warm, so lively that you forget that he's a serial killer.

He gives you a few more deep strokes to ride out his high, making you tremble. Your legs shake as he slowly pulls out, but his grip on your legs in firm. He watches as his and your cum oozes out, like blood from a gash. He moans at the sight, feeling his softening cock twitch.

You're breathing heavily under him, still whimpering from the aftershocks. The post nut has not hit yet, and you're tying to relish in his body warmth. If you close your eyes, you can imagine that he's just a hook up. You can tell yourself that you'll get Plan B after this, that you'll take a shower and go to sleep. And when you wake up in the morning, it'll be like nothing happened.

That's not true though, and your fantasy is quickly shut down when his hands wrap around your neck. You gasp at the feeling, your weak hands clawing at his wrists. You both know your fighting is in vain, he was going to kill you regardless of what you did. Tears spring your eyes as you come to terms with your fate. So much for graduating on time.

Maybe it's your tears that have an effect on time. Maybe it's the fact that your pussy is still dripping with him, but Ghostface is having a change of heart. He uses one hand to rip the mask off your face to look into your eyes. It's his favorite part when taking someone's life. Yours though, are not the same. Yes he can see the sadness, the pain, but he can see something he hasn't seen before: Acceptance.

With the mask off, you're able to see his face clearly. He looks like he's thinking with the gentle creases on his forehead. His nose is scrunches and his eyebrows furrowed, and you can't help but think he's..."Cute."

It's the last thing I.N hears you say before you pass out, face turning a purple color. He quickly releases his grip on you, pressing a finger under your chin to feel for a pulse. When he feels it, he sighs in relief. Killing you was on his list since he first saw you weeks ago at the library. You did party, he's seen you before. Yet, watching you turn into a hermit because of him was romantic. He loves having that much power over people, over you.

I.N knows better than to play with his food, but he might make an exception this time. After all, he does have a spare room waiting to be used.

a/n: this took a few days and I feel like I could have done better but here ya go, feeback is appreciated update: au part here!

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widxwed · 1 year ago

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TaskForce 141 x Male Medic Reader

❛ Just let me help you ❜

- A / N : first post! Sorry if its short, I'm ill at the moment

Simon " Ghost " Riley

💀 ⁾ he tries to hide his pain from you

💀 ⁾ when you do find out he tries to push you and tell you he's okay when he really isn't. he doesn't understand that you don't find him weak and they you actually want to help him. not call him weak

💀 ⁾ when you finally convince him to let you help him he is a bitch about it the whole time. he " doesn't need your help ". you obviously beg to differ

💀 ⁾ he stays still for you though. he doesn't fight you

💀 ⁾ ghost won't tell you where it hurts so you physically have to tuouch every where until he winces or tenses up. it pisses him off that you can read him so well

💀 ⁾ when you finish patching him up he thanks you begrudgingly. you tell him what he needs to do and he actually listens to you. he knows deep down you're a good medic and that he can trust you but he's just so full of himself he thinks he's so perfect and doesn't need help

💀 ⁾ you two are kinda friends. he won't admit it but he actually wants to be on your good side. he wants you to teach him everything you know even though he probably won't remember it. he'll bring injured tranies to you just to watch you work on their wounds. he's very obviously mesmerized by how you know exactly what to do

💀 ⁾ when he finds out you've been drowning yourself in work he puts a stop to it. he is pissed off at you, the army, and everyone for being " so god damn clumsy "

💀 ⁾ he'll tell you to stop and will drag you from your office. he's not gonna be the most gentle about it. he'll sit you down on the couch, make you some leftovers, and do all the paperwork he can just for you. he doesn't want you to get sick. he doesn't want their medic to be sick

💀 ⁾ he also just doesn't want you to feel ill because he cares a lot

💀 ⁾ when you're on your forced break and someone gets an injury he does what he can and says that you'll check them out later. he's not kind about that so people know not to get hurt when you're on a break

💀 ⁾ you're very much " built to be a medic ", meaning you aren't meant to fight people, more help people so when someone calls you weak ghost is immediately pissed off. he obviously tells them off saying things like: " he does so much more than you do, soldier " and " next time you tend to your own damn wounds then, yeah? ". he's would fight anyone for you no matter if you can stand up for yourself or not

💀 ⁾ he does learn to respect you and your work but he'll never take your help when you first offer it. he's too proud

John " Soap " MacTavish

🧼 ⁾ he is one of the few people that will actually go straight to you with his pain. he won't hide it from you

🧼 ⁾ he knows your too smart for his dumb ass trying to hide things from you and you'll find out in your own way. he'd rather you just know rather than you worrying. you worrying makes him sad

🧼 ⁾ when he tell you he follows up by saying " I can take care of it myself, don't worry mo ghràdh. " you obviously worry and tell him that he needs your help and that you will help him one way or another. he huffs at you and just lets you. your not worth fighting. he'd rather waste his energy on anything else. plus, he loves and appreciates you way to much to argue ( trans : my darling )

🧼 ⁾ when he finally gives in to you wanting to help he pouts like a toddler about it. he trusts your judgement and steady hand though. he admits that you're doing a better job that he could just to let you know that he does care

🧼 ⁾ he doesn't want you to feel useless because he wants to help himself

🧼 ⁾ he moves way too much. it was bold of you to assume he wouldn't. he just has way too much energy

🧼 ⁾ soap will tell you where it hurts just to make it easier on you. he will make a big deal out of small pains to make you feel more useful and to keep you busy

🧼 ⁾ he just wants to spend more time with you

🧼 ⁾ once you finish soap thanks you over and over again. you roll your eyes at him and have to physically push him out of your office. he just wants medic's to feel appreciated. he's seen them get walked all over and he's tired of it. he makes sure to write down the advice and tell someone else what you said just so he doesn't forget

🧼 ⁾ he's just a hyper active golden retriever and your one of his favorite people

🧼 ⁾ you two are fairly close. you keep him calm when he gets over exited by something or he has way too much energy for his own good. it's a bit contagious though you have to admit

🧼 ⁾ he just wants you to feel appreciated, if you couldn't tell already. he is a medic supporter and is probably your biggest fan. he's your own personal cheerleader

🧼 ⁾ when someone insults you he's quick to jump to your defense and yell at them. even if you had something to say he's going to say what he wants first. he isn't going to let you be pushed around. he'll say things like " say that again, I dare you " and " he knows how to kill you, keep that in mind ". most of the time people leave you alone after that. if soap is mad at someone ghost is quick to follow and they don't want to deal with him

🧼 ⁾ he respects you and make sure you know he loves you and you're doing great. especially when you feel down because people aren't the most thankful to medics

John Price

🚬 ⁾ being well.. the dad of the group and their main sniper when he gets hurt its a big deal to the whole team. he shouldn't have even gotten hurt in the first place. that wasn't his job

🚬 ⁾ he doesn't even get a choice whether or not he gets to tell you. gaz and soap drag him into your office to check on him

🚬 ⁾ he tries to tell you that he's okay and won't let you tend to his wounds. he will fight you as nicely as he possibly can become he is convinced he is fine and that no, he doesn't help

🚬 ⁾ when you can finally convince him to just check him over price sighs but lets you help. he tries to tell you that he really doesn't need help but other than that he tells you that he appreciates the help and that you're doing well but he doesn't need your help. he tries to tell you that litterly anyone else could use your help. you have to physically get him to shut up

🚬 ⁾ when you do patch up his wounds they are bad most of the time because he doesn't just let the other person go. no, he has to kick their ass and win which means he gets more hurt than he should have been

🚬 ⁾ you're very gentle with him because if you're not he flinches or makes his pained dad noises ( we all know what I'm talking about... )

🚬 ⁾ he is just trying to convince you he doesn't need help. do I need to say it again? he doesn't need your help

🚬 ⁾ when you finish patching him up he's very thankful and tries to tell you he knows how to take care of his wounds. he does but when you pout at him he will listen. he really does just want to make you happy but at the same time he doesnt want you to waste your time on someone who already knows what he's doing

🚬 ⁾ he see's you like a son. he acts like you're his son too. the amount of times you've accidentally him dad and he's accidentally called you son or " bud " makes you two laugh. you just call him dad now and he acts like your his son and it works for you both because you need a amry dad... who doesn't. he just wants to take care of you

🚬 ⁾ he knows you often drown yourself in your work and he drags you out of that. he tells you that you deserve to have you time and that you need rest. he will physically drag you from your office and make you lay down. he'll make you food and hot coco ( or your favorite hot drink ) and just sit with you. he wants to make sure you're okay. he will be your caretaker if thats what you absolutely need. he's your army dad after all

🚬 ⁾ when you get teased for your job price will walk over and just stand there, an eyebrow raised. he even looks like an angry dad. he will tell them to go away if they don't pick up on the hint of him standing there. if it continues after that he will make them run laps until thry physically drop. he explains that medic's are meant to be appreciated. if anyone thinks otherwise they will also be running

🚬 ⁾ he appreciates what you do for others, but not himself. he doesn't need help

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick

💣 ⁾ the amount of times youve had to treat him for the most random ass wounds is insane. he doesn't even have to say anything for you to know he's accidentally hurt himself by doing dumb things

💣 ⁾ most are burn wounds from him accidentally exploding something. he smiles like an idiot cause he just knows what you'll say. its always something along the lines of : " again? " or " you're not a firefighter, stop acting like one "

💣 ⁾ he always smiles and says " you love me ". you can't help but laugh at him

💣 ⁾ he doesn't mind going to see you. your always so gentle with him and you don't make him talk to you. when he's excited about something you have him talk about it so 1) he stays still and 2) you can listen to his voice when he allows you too. he likes to listen to you too though, he'll always ask questions about the machines or what your doing

💣 ⁾ when he sits still long enough for you to treat his wounds he gives you a general area of where the pain is. its always a scavenger hunt to find where he burned himself this time

💣 ⁾ when its a battle wound he bleeds a lot for some reason. that means you have to work fast and it also works in your favor, you don't have to go hunting for his wound. gaz normally needs to be sedated so he stops moving so much or wincing. you do really feel bad but you don't want him to be hurt more than he already is

💣 ⁾ he tries to stay still for your sake, really! but he just can't seem to sit still. he has to be moving. you normally work around this by giving him something he can mess with while you work on his wounds

💣 ⁾ when you finish he thanks you once and only once before hurrying off to get out of your space. every time you have to fix him up he'll bring you your favorite candy. he'll leave it on your desk with a note that normally says something along the lines of : " I'm so sorry ", " it will happen again ", or " you're becoming my own personal medic ". they're always signed with " -K.G " and a messy heart with your initials in it. its always stuck to the bag of candy. you've kept all his notes in a drawer just to make him feel appreciated. and to tell him that you really do enjoy the notes

💣 ⁾ you two are quite close due to the amount of visits he has to your office. he gets mad and pouts like a toddler when he cant get you as his doctor. he'll pretty much refuse service from any other medic. you're his favorite. he just wants to be close to you. plus, if soap and price trust you and like you so will he. no questions asked. you're also so kind with him. he just thinks your an amazing person all around

💣 ⁾ he thinks of you like a younger / older brother and is very obvious about it. he never really had a brother and you fit what he thinkd a brother is perfectly

💣 ⁾ he's the one that figures out you're over working yourself. he tells everyone else because he's way too scared to get involved and make you mad. he just wants to make sure you're okay. even if its indirectly helping you out

💣 ⁾ when anyone teases you gaz gets involved. no questions asked. he isn't good at being angry when talking so he quickly gets physical. he isn't afraid to start a fight as long as its to help his family. you normally talk him out of it but he still isn't happy. he complains to price about it and makes him do something about it. he isn't going to let you get shoved around for doing the job you wanted. and the job you we're so god damn good at. you were the few medics that actually took their job seriously

💣 ⁾ he appreciates everything you do and voices that. he will always tell you how amazing you are. whether its through notes, words, or gifts. he very obviously loves giving you gifts. just to cheer you up or make you feel loved

Alejandro Vargas

🗡 ⁾ he's a bit of an idiot and gets hurt on everything. he refuses to see you a lot of the time. normally rudy will force him to see you

🗡 ⁾ he's too proud to let you treat him

🗡 ⁾ most of the time you treat him for small cuts that he accidentally did just walking to fast. sometimes you have to treat him for exhaustion because he overworks himself constantly and can't ever seem to pull himself away from his work. you always sigh at him and give him medication and watch him to make sure he drinks water. you also have rudy keep an eye on him for the next week

🗡 ⁾ when its a battle wound you normally get him when he's unconscious anyways. he puts his own injuries to the side to make sure rudy is okay. you always lecture him after about how he actually needs to take care of himself

🗡 ⁾ he always manages to get wounds in the most obscure spots. like, my man, were you trying to get the award of " the most dumbass to ever dumbass "? he always fist fights over actually shooting someone. that makes him end up with bloody knuckles and you always get so mad because theres not a lot you can do about it and you don't want to see him hurting

🗡 ⁾ he make him stay in his own hospital room for a few days after just so you can get it into his head that he needs to take care of himself and do as you ask. if he doesn't listen you make him stay longer. he always calls you mean but he knoes your right

🗡 ⁾ you've gotten him to stay in the hospital longer and rest by asking him to teach you some Spanish. it works like a charm. he gets so involved he forgets he's even resting. you alsi use this trick when your checking and cleaning his wounds. when your rebandaging his wounds he is so focused on your movements so he knows how to wrap wounds

🗡 ⁾ he does thank you. but its through small gifts like new medical supplies, pocket knives, guns, some things that are sweet but are definitely military based

🗡 ⁾ one time he gave you some flowers

🗡 ⁾ your not friends per say but you are close. he's like your uncle, your very annoying uncle. he can really only stand you because your good friends with rudy. or at least thats what he says. he really does want to be your friend, truly, but he's too scared that your mad at him for being such a brat when you treat him. he asks you if you two are actually friends / close or if you only tolerate him because you have to. you say something along the lines of " i could ask you the same ". you teo do become friends over time. after that, you wouldn't trade him for the world

🗡 ⁾ when he finds out your overworking yourself he uses your words against you and treats you just like you had him when he was exhausted and wasn't taking care of himself. it pisses you off but you're happy to know he cares about you

🗡 ⁾ the moment any rude comment twoards you slips out of anyones mouth he is immediately involved. he is normally cussing at them in Spanish while shoving them away from you angrily. he isn't letting you take shit. he knows you deserve better. hes a bit over protective of you. he always says its because you're his nephew and its his job to protect you

🗡 ⁾ he really dows respect and love you. not just as a medic but as a human being in general. your constant kindness and your convincing you attitude is admirable in his eyes

Rodolfo " Rudy " Parra

🔦 ⁾ he's such a sweetie. he's one of the few people that will go into your office without a fight. he doesn't want you worrying. he also makes sure to keep his trips short

🔦 ⁾ he doesn't want you overworking for his sake

🔦 ⁾ most of the injuries you see him for are injuries from battle. he normally doesn't have a lot but they're always pretty bad. you always sigh as he's sent on another mission. he's like your other dad. you don't want him hurt at all. you're always more rough with him. it makes it easied for you to work faster and he has been hurt so many times he doesn't mind the pain

🔦 ⁾ you've had to sadate him multiple times because you know how painful his wounds would be. even if he really doesn't mind the pain

🔦 ⁾ if hes wounded with a wound you wouldn't wish on another human being you're sadating him. no questions asked. you will knock him over the head with a bat if you have to

🔦 ⁾ you usually have him under observation. no matter the wound. you just can't be careful enough. you want to make sure he's actually okay

🔦 ⁾ i mean, rudy gets the most dumb wounds ever that are so painful you even wince when he moves to fast

🔦 ⁾ normally when you do your routine checks or your removing his stitches you talk to him in what Spanish alejandro has been teaching you. he'll laugh about how stupid you sound but will help you out where he can. you're mainly distracting himself from his wounds over distracting him from his wounds

🔦 ⁾ when you finish up or his wounds are healed he thanks you. he'll hug you. if you don't like hugs he'll tell you he's proud of you and he'll bring you food. most times at lunch you don't eat anyways so what the harm in bringing you food, right? he likes to sit with you at lunch anyways

🔦 ⁾ this is also his way of making sure you stop working for a while

🔦 ⁾ you both are really good friends. he's over protective of you and you're always worried about him so it works for you both. his constant need to make sure nobody is messing with you and your constant need yo make sure he's okay and not hurting himself by accident makes you inseparable aside from when you're both working. thats one of the few times you two aren't seen together

🔦 ⁾ he's tried so hard to stop you ftom overworking yourself but it just doesn't seem to work. you always manage to do it anyways. he'll lock your office and take your keys if he has to. you do not need to be constantly working. he doesn't need two alejandro situations on his hands. one is enough

🔦 ⁾ when someone makes a rude comment or teases you or you just seem uncomfortable with someone at all he will get involved. you never know how he even manages to find out. he always does. its a bit scary but its nice to feel loved and protected. and when rudy is protecting you alejandro is also protecting you indirectly. he will make that person run and apologize. then next time they get hurt he makes sure they get one of the meanest medics the base has. he will not let anyone get away with bullying his favorite medic

🔦 ⁾ he respects and appreciates you for what you do and he voices that. you'll always be his favorite ' kid '. he always makes sure you know he loves you. no matter what

This was not proof read! I apologize for spelling / grammer mistakes

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lance-space-mommy · 7 months ago

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Cleaning Out The Refridgerator

Izuku never knew a life without his mother. It was always Inko and Izuku against the world. Izuku never once met his father Hisashi and he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Inko was everything Izuku needed and without her being at the forefront of his life, he’d never become the person he was. It was all thanks to his mother.

Inko died at the age of sixty. It was out of the blue and she had died of a heart attack. Izuku was only thirty-five. The day he got the call his mother had died was the worst day of his life.

His hero work kept him busy and he rarely got days off. Whenever Izuku managed to get the time, he’d always have dinner dates with his mother. It was clear Inko had appreciated those little moments together.

They’d cook together, catch up on life, and just cuddle for hours. They felt like the time they shared always slipped away and those moments felt so short even if they spent the whole day together.

Izuku and Katsuki got married at the young age of 20. They didn’t want to waste a moment and desired to experience all life had to offer.

When they were sixteen, they watched the other die. They knew how fragile and short life could be. Death was promised and they wanted to enjoy the life they had left.

Holidays and celebrations were always a grand event. Inko and Mitsuki would often hang out together, but having their family members join them for a party was an exhilarating experience. Every day, every moment, was lived to the fullest.

Izuku could say there was so much more he wished he could have experienced with his mother, but he was satisfied with the time he did have with his mother.

It didn’t make things any better, but having no regrets was something that made Izuku grieve his loss without any guilt laced with it. Izuku could miss the amazing woman Inko was and miss his perfect mother.

For months, Izuku was inconsolable. Katsuki did everything in his power to help Izuku through Inko’s death, but he couldn’t imagine the pain Izuku was going through. Katsuki loved Inko dearly, but he didn’t know what it was like to lose his mother. Katsuki didn’t even want to imagine a life without Mitsuki.

It was a random Friday when Mitsuki had invited Izuku over to have some tea and talk. It was nice to just talk to someone who cherished Inko just as much.

Mitsuki was crying, hugging Izuku. “I ran out of her pickled daikon radish! I don’t know what to do!”

Izuku paused, feeling something click in his mind. Even if Inko was no longer with him, there was something she did that no random person in the world could mimic. Inko’s cooking and baking were inimitable. The only person on the planet who could make Inko’s recipe was Izuku.

Izuku pulled back, his hands resting on Mitsuki’s shoulders. “I’ll make you some!”

Mitsuki’s eyes widen, blinking away her tears in surprise. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Yes, I’d love to make it for you,” reassured Izuku, his face filled with an excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Mitsuki seemed to melt, relief flooding her. “Thank you, Izuku. I can’t wait to taste it!”

Izuku grinned, quickly hugging Mitsuki again. “You won’t be able to tell I made it, trust me.”

The next day rolled around and a beautiful Saturday greeted Izuku. Izuku threw himself up and took over the kitchen. The windows were opened and the morning breeze lulled Izuku into a peaceful rhythm.

The sunlight warmed his skin, matching the warmth his heart felt while making the same food Inko happily prepared him when he was a child.

Katsuki walked over and instantly spotted the mess. Shaking his head with a small smile, Katuski made his way over. Wrapping his arms around Izuku’s waist, Katsuki pressed a tender kiss to Izuku’s temple. “What are you getting into?”

“Just cleaning out the fridge,” fibbed Izuku, knowing Katsuki wasn’t going to buy it.

“Sure and I’m not your husband,” remarked Katsuki, giving Izuku a gentle squeeze.

Izuku sat down the knife before turning around to hug Katsuki. “I’m making some pickled radish for your mother.”

Katsuki paused before a look of recognition crossed his face. “She’s probably over the moon knowing you can keep supplying her addiction. She’s obsessed with Inko’s pickled food for as long as I remember.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe I was so depressed I forgot that I can remake all the foods my mom made by heart,” chuckled Izuku, snuggling into Katsuki’s secure hold.

“Anything I can do to help?” questioned Katsuki, knowing the answer was going to be no, but he wanted to check anyway.

Izuku shook his head before pecking Katsuki on the lips. “Nope. This is quick and easy to make.”

Katsuki nodded before releasing Izuku. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Within thirty minutes, Katsuki heard a loud thumping in the kitchen. Rushing out, Katsuki watched as Izuku jumped in place, filled with excitement as he was chewing. Katsuki sank in relief upon witnessing the childlike joy written in Izuku’s expression and bouncing.

Izuku spotted Katsuki staring and quickly shoved the pickled radish into Katsuki’s mouth. Katsuki immediately could tell why Izuku was so excited. The crunchy yellow radish tasted exactly like the kind he had eaten his entire life. It was identical to Inko’s.

Izuku knew that if he kept making food that tasted identical to his mother’s, he’d never stop eating. If food was how he planned to keep his mother alive, he’d happily eat each meal like it would be his last.

“Good job, Izuku. It’s perfect,” complimented Katsuki, diving in for more.

“It’s so wonderful,” cried Izuku, following his husband's lead and eating more.

Inko may be gone, but for the rest of Izuku’s life, he’d never have to live a day without her beautiful, one-of-a-kind meals. Inko showed her love through food and Izuku would forever be grateful that homemade meals will forever be their thing. Even after death.

#izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha #bnha fanfiction #mha deku #mha fanfiction #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bkdk #mha bkdk #inko midoriya #mitsuki bakugou #tw death #midoriya x bakugou #future au

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147 my god!!!!! This is over 1000 words

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It feels as close to the experience of a hospital waiting room as probably exists anymore.

Bobby nods. “It’s resolved. Not to worry.”

“The radio?” Athena asks.

“No longer transmitting. We don’t need anyone else finding this place,” Bobby explains. “I’m just glad it was you and not someone we don’t know.”

Athena nods. “The end of the world brings out the worst in people.”

“Enables the worst in them, certainly,” Bobby agrees.

“Though I suppose not everyone,” Athena adds. “Look at what you’ve done here.”

Bobby smiles, gesture feeling slightly forced. “Thank you. We’re getting by.”

“Looks more like thriving, compared to some of what I’ve seen.”

Well, that’s fair. Bobby hasn’t seen as much. He’s happy not to know. Happy not to be part of a larger, more dangerous world. He can’t risk losing another family.

Before Bobby can reply, Hen and Chim walk out of the utility closet where they’ve been treating May.

“How is she?” Athena asks, rising to her feet.

“She has an infection,” Hen says. “But not the infection. Likely, something got in the wound. Or, the zombie that scratched her had something gross on its hands.”

“We’re doing what we can,” Chim says. “If it gets worse, we’d have to take the leg.”

Athena gasps.

“We’re not there yet, Athena,” Hen assures her.

Athena takes a deep breath.

“I trust you, Hen. Do what you have to do to save my baby. She’s more than a leg.”

Bobby swallows. His mind can’t help drifting to his own kids. He feels a desperate, nagging need to prevent her from experiencing his agony. He doesn’t know her kids at all, but he wouldn’t wish that loss on anyone. It’s completely unnatural. Completely soul-changing. So very hard to survive.

“It’s a waiting game for now,” Chim tells her. “You and your son should rest. We’ll keep you updated, and you can see her.”

Athena sighs. “I can’t rest now. I have to go check the old house. See what I can crab. See if there are any signs of Michael.”

“Town’s not so bad for zombies anymore,” Chim tells her. “They’re mostly all dead.”

Bobby still feels a pang of anxiety at the thought of her going out into it alone, anyway.

“You want backup?” He offers.

Athena smiles a little ruefully. “I never did work with a partner, captain.”

“We’ve got an electric vehicle,” he shrugs. “Don’t waste your gas.”

Pragmatism often wins out over ego, he finds. Or just a desire to be alone.

She nods. “Well, alright then. Thank you.”

▪️▪️▪️

Before the outbreak, Bobby had been a truck guy. Maybe that was just familiarity with the battalion trucks at work, maybe it was a lifetime of driving on snowier, rougher roads. The immediate halt of gasoline production changed that, of course. Hard to appreciate a gas guzzler when each refill is a chore. Siphoning is one thing. Locating gas to be siphoned? Another.

Luckily for them, the community center already had one of the town’s only public EV charging stations. And a few of the more affluent residents, all of whom died fairly quickly, left behind their expensive cars. It was Karen who proposed they take as many as they could. She could work with their computer systems, and the rest of them were handy with vehicles on account of the job. So now Bobby finds himself driving a Tesla, covered in looted bumper stickers from the dollar store that Denny has artfully arranged. There’s a number of absurd slogans. I love my Bichon Frise. My kid is an honor roll student. Who rescued who? Coexist. Go green - go vegan. Athena reads them all as she climbs in the car.

“We’re more pescatarian at this point,” Bobby says when he catches her eyeing the last one. “Buck catches a lot of fish.”

“You don’t strike me as a bumper sticker guy,” Athena smirks, climbing in the passenger seat and buckling up.

He appreciates someone who uses their seat belt even post-apocalypse. It had been an argument with Buck until Chim made him watch a DVD copy of Zombieland. Not as funny of a film when it’s your reality.

“That’s all Denny,” Bobby replies, chuckling. “We had to draw the line at someone’s NRA sticker.”

Athena laughs. “I’m guessing he didn’t understand?”

“No. We took the guy’s guns, left his agenda.”

“Fair enough,” she chuckles.

“Where am I headed?” Bobby asks.

“Montalvo Drive,” Athena says.

Fancy neighborhood. Damn. Not something she’d afford on a police salary.

“You got it.”

A quiet falls over the car as Bobby drives. He knows very little about what happened between Athena Grant and her husband, Michael. A man Bobby has never met. Hen knows. Karen knows. But they’ve never said. There wasn’t a reason to, after the outbreak. And before, it was a private matter. One day, they were called to an motorist accident, a different sergeant was at the scene who Bobby didn’t recognize, and Hen quietly told Bobby and Chim that Athena had taken the kids and gone to her parents. He found he missed seeing her at calls, as strange as that is to say. She has an energy about her, maybe.

“What did your husband do?” Bobby asks finally, after five minutes, when they pull onto the street.

“Architect,” Athena explains.

Well that accounts for that.

“He was - is, I don’t know - good at it, too.” Athena continues. “Successful.”

He’d have to be, to buy the home she ends up directing him to. Ocean view. Two stories. Big gates and a pool. Athena probably didn’t have to work at all. Let alone a dangerous, demanding job. Which just goes to say, she’s the kind of person that needs to. He understands that.

Bobby parks outside the gate. He grabs the shotgun he brought with them as Athena checks the gate codelock. You never can be too sure.

“The batteries in these things are supposed to last years,” Athena mutters as she punches in the code.

The gate clicks open.

“We can leave the security company a testimonial,” Bobby tells her.

“Customer reviews are everything,” Athena agrees flatly.

They slip through the creaking gate. It doesn’t have the power to automatically open. From there, it’s a short walk up to the front door of the home. The walkway is that flat, river stone look. It must once have been polished and beautiful. Now, it’s growing through with weeds and a little dusty. Athena sighs when she looks at it.

#daisies and briars writes #go and kill go and die fic

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icaruskey · 1 year ago

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Part 3 of the whump fic I'm working on. Part 1 is here (with @pillowspace's cute art cause I'm still not over it), and part 2 is here.

TW for talking about kidnapping.

Pretty sure we'll be hitting the big whump in the next bit. It's been a lot of setup so far, sorry.

You debate going to work anyway. After all, what could the powers that be do, deny you entry and your $30+ ticket fee? Except you don't have a child, and the daycare, or at least the Attendant, is pretty strict about adults hanging around, especially if they don't have kids there themselves.

And if you break the loop this go around (you will, you will), then you could use the cash. You linger on the thought of after. If there's no fire, would Sun and Moon want to stay at the daycare? Or maybe you could all move someplace far away from all of this, to the beach or the mountains, someplace beautiful for the animatronic who has never even seen the real sun or moon.

Yeah, something like that would be nice. So you don't go, not wanting to waste your money when you know there's still a couple months before the fire and you have plenty of time to figure things out.

You're still very excited once your forced time off is over, and you get to work early, scanning through one of the back doors since everything else is still shuddered. You'd been in such a hurry you forgot to even tie your shoes, resulting in a spectacular fall when you enter the brightly lit daycare. "Sunny! Shi---" You barely catch yourself from smashing your face into the rubber floor. Okay, yes, it's time to tie your shoes. Or maybe invest in some velcro ones since you keep forgetting.

"Hello, you're here! Are you all right?" It was infuriatingly endearing how Sun could bound so easily across the daycare in three, four strides to bend over and offer you a hand. He seemed so normal too; you take that hand and use it to propel yourself up and into a hug. "Ah, well, I've missed you too Sunshine!" Sun hesitates before hugging you back, and you withdraw slowly, looking him over.

"How're things while I was gone? You look okay." You're reluctant to let him pull away entirely, hands on his forearms well after he'd let go. He did look okay. No children's doodles or sticky handprints, just the usual dings and scrapes from daily wear and tear. You'd like to help buff everything out and clean him up, but...

"Everything was fine," he says, and you know he's lying. But nothing you say will get him to admit it.

You trail after him while he prepares for the day, peppering him with questions about the previous few days, but he's evasive. It's not until you ask about Moon that he stops.

"I really appreciate your concern," he says, rays pulled in ever so slightly, "but talking about Moony is... hard. The children will be here soon, so please. Let's just have a Fazerrific day."

"Does he know I miss him at least?" you ask, and when Sun turns away without an answer, you grab his hand. "Sunny. I'm your friend. You can tell me anything. You know that right?"

There's a moment of hesitation before Sun lays a hand over yours, adjusting your hold so your hands are cupped in his. "Starlight," he says, voice very very soft as he stares at your hands. "You need to take care of yourself first. We'll be okay."

"But---" You won't. The words die as Sun pulls away, and you find yourself tearing up despite everything. That's so close to the Sun you knew, the Sun you fell for, but it's not. Because he doesn't trust you enough to share his pain.

Sun opens the doors to let the first kids of the day in, and you wipe furiously at your face, trying to shake off the feeling settling uncomfortably in your stomach like lead.

-*-*-*-*-

Hiding in the janitor's closet, waiting for the pizzaplex to fully close makes you feel a little dumb, but here you are regardless, tucked away with the mops and bleach. It smells vaguely of chlorine; you're trying not to think too hard about what you might be inhaling.

You decide to check the news on your phone instead. Strange, but you hadn't really looked at the local news before. Everything had been so centered on you, on the Attendant, on this little bubble of the world, that you genuinely had no idea what was going on elsewhere. You open the local news site, leaning back as you scroll.

Twins Missing from Beds, age 9 Latest Disappearances of Children, No Leads Found Says Detectives The Pied Piper Strikes Again

The three articles are clustered together, the twins being the oldest story from right around when you started working at the daycare. You tap the newest one first, skimming initially, only to pause and restart when you catch the name Freddy.

...Ms. Spencer reports that she lost her daughter shortly after picking her up from Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex's daycare service. She says they had stopped to use the restroom and when she finished, her daughter was gone...

There's a picture of the daughter, and your gut, already dropping, went cold. You know this girl. She had the biggest crush on the Attendant and would constantly carry this handmade plush of 'Eclipse', a sort of pseudo-original character she claimed was Sun and Moon together.

You remember Ms. Spencer too. She always looked tired but happy with her little girl. You don't remember what she did, just that she explained Eclipse was named after they saw an actual eclipse together a couple years ago. She'd fallen asleep and dropped the plush, so you had chased after them to return it.

Laura. The girl's name was Laura.

Is! Is Laura. This Pied Piper person wasn't murdering them, as far as the article said. The kids were just missing, and Laura disappeared---yesterday. She disappeared yesterday while you'd been at home daydreaming. No, it's fine. She's only recently gone and

You click on the other articles, a perverse sense of relief hitting you when you see the other four victims weren't kidnapped from the Pizzaplex, though you do recognize another name from an old roster and one of the boys is wearing a Roxy shirt. The oldest article, the twins, was almost two months ago. You didn't like what that probably meant, so you pushed the thoughts away. There was plenty more to worry about.

Like maybe that figure skulking about was the Pied Piper?

You leave the closet well after close, squinting as your eyes adjusted to actual light and not just being blinded by your phone. You check for Vanessa before making your way to the bathrooms by the daycare. Maybe there was some clue left behind?

It's quiet without the noise of the kids and parents and music all at once. Of course, it'd been like that before, but now, knowing that a child went missing, was kidnapped, here... or maybe you were just gone too many days in a row and forgot how it felt. You're just being paranoid. When you get to the bathrooms, you peek inside, then slip in, holding the door so it doesn't slam shut. The lights flicker on from your movement.

It's clean. Of course it is. The janitorial staff wasn't particularly large, but they always did a sweep at the end of the day. You don't know what you were expecting really. Crime scene tape? Those little number placards placed next to a puddle of blood? You probably should lay off the true crime for a bit, you decide, even as you check each stall. There's a wet floor sign hanging out in the far back, and you give him a little pat on the head. It's hard not to feel affectionate towards the little guys.

Would Sun and Moon be annoyed if you took one of the signs home with you both after the fire? Or maybe they're like guinea pigs and need more than one.

You're getting a little too distracted now.

At this last stall, you do actually notice something. The ceiling tile above the toilet is askew. Not much, just enough that you thought there was a bit of mold before you realized that it's just the blackness showing through. "Excuse me," you say to the sign, hearing its little wheels scrabble for purchase on the wet tile so it can watch you clamber onto the toilet and push the tile further out of the way. You have to take off your sweater and toss it up first before you can climb onto the metal pipe at the back of the toilet and pull yourself up.

You manage to support your weight on the tracks holding the tiles up, peeking down. "Don't tell anyone I'm up here, okay? This isn't dumb. Vanessa said there's someone sneaking around here and now there's a kidnapper. So maybe they set the fire. Maybe they're using the pizzaplex to track victims and they got greedy with Laura.

You try not to linger on the if I was working this wouldn't have happened. If Sun wasn't struggling, if if if

You also try not to think about the fact the daycare had been dark when you passe by again.

You turn the flashlight on your phone before dragging the tile back in place. It's dark now, musty smelling, and your heart is in your throat. You tie your sweater around your waist and start to crawl, looking for... something. You don't know what just yet. But you will.

#time loop au #dca #fnaf dca #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #'the big whump' lol more like I'm gonna finally get the metaphorical claws out #all of this is setup for vanny and co

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tanjamikaelson · 2 months ago

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STRANGE LOVE - CHAPTER 7

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CHAPTER 7: | I'M NOT YOUR ENEMY |

Allison stood in her bathroom, the soft glow of the vanity lights reflecting off the mirror as she meticulously applied the finishing touches to her makeup. The anticipation for the Midsummer Party buzzed in the air, but beneath the surface, her emotions were tangled in a web of confusion and excitement. The elegant dress she wore hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty with a hint of understated sophistication.

When she finally stepped back into her room, she found Kie sitting on her bed, already dressed in a lovely purple gown that flowed around her like a cascade of twilight. Tiny flowers adorned her hair, giving her an ethereal, almost otherworldly beauty.

Allison couldn’t help but gasp in admiration.“Wow, Kie, you look beautiful,” Allison exclaimed, her eyes wide with genuine awe.

Kie’s head turned toward her sister, a smile blooming on her lips as she took in Allison’s appearance. The short, elegant dress Allison wore was the perfect blend of chic and sexy, enhancing her already striking features.

“No, look at you, you look beautiful,” Kie countered, her tone filled with sisterly pride.

Allison returned the smile, a rare moment of mutual appreciation between them.

She stepped closer to the mirror, turning slightly to admire her reflection. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice tinged with a hint of self-consciousness that only her sister would notice.

Kie, however, wasn’t in the mood for the festivities. She let out a frustrated sigh, her earlier excitement dampened by the thought of what the evening would entail. “I can’t believe my parents are making me go to this stupid thing,” she grumbled, her tone thick with disdain.

Allison shrugged, trying to be optimistic. “It can be fun,” she offered, though she knew better than anyone how these parties could be—stiff, pretentious, and filled with people who barely noticed each other, too consumed by their own self-importance.

Kie, however, wasn’t swayed. “No, trust me, it can’t,” she insisted. “Too many kooks in one place can never be fun.” The finality in her voice left no room for argument.

Just as the tension between them threatened to resurface, they heard Kie’s mother's voice calling from downstairs, a sharp reminder that the party awaited them. The sisters exchanged a knowing look before heading out, both bracing themselves for the night ahead.

・ • ・ • ・

The Island Club was a dazzling spectacle, the grandeur of the event amplified by the warm, golden lights that adorned the venue. Everything was meticulously arranged, from the tables overflowing with gourmet food to the soft strains of music that filled the air. It was the kind of party where appearances mattered more than connections, and everyone was eager to show off their best.

Kie’s grip on Allison’s hand tightened as they arrived, her anxiety palpable as she scanned the crowd. “Our boys are here,” she said, her eyes lighting up as she spotted Pope and Jordan working at the food station.

Kie wasted no time, dragging Allison toward them with a mischievous grin. The two boys had their backs turned, and focused on their tasks, giving Kie the perfect opportunity to tease them. She leaned in, adopting a playful British accent. “Excuse me, sir. Do we have to shuck these ourselves?” she asked, her voice dripping with faux sophistication.

Both boys turned around, their faces set in annoyed expressions that quickly morphed into laughter when they realized who it was. Allison, catching on to Kie’s game, joined in with her own terrible British accent. “Because it might mess up our costumes,” she added, trying to suppress her giggles.

Jordan and Pope couldn’t help but laugh, their previous frustration melting away as they greeted their friends.

“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Pope said, grinning as he performed the Pogue handshake with Kie.

Allison opted for a hug with Jordan, her heart skipping a beat when his arms wrapped around her.

“That accent was bad,” Jordan teased as he pulled back, his smile warm and genuine.

“It was. I was gonna let it go,” Kie agreed, still chuckling. But as they looked around, the reality of where they were began to sink in. “You ever seen this many kooks in one place?” Kie asked, her tone tinged with unease.

Pope nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd. “Yeah, last year.”

“We’re in the lion’s den,” Kie muttered, her voice dropping to a near whisper.

“Exactly,” Jordan agreed, his gaze following hers. He then turned back to Allison, his eyes softening as he took in her appearance. “Wow, you look beautiful,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Allison blushed, a smile tugging at her lips. “Thank you,” she replied, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his voice.

Their moment was interrupted by a sudden burst of applause from the crowd. The four of them turned to see the Cameron family making their grand entrance, their presence commanding attention like royalty. Allison’s eyes were immediately drawn to Rafe, who was already deep in conversation with his fellow kooks. He looked every bit the part of the golden boy—handsome, confident, and dangerously charming.

“Here comes Lord Capital and the Exploiters,” Kie muttered, her disdain for the Cameron family evident in every word.

“She’s definitely going to poke somebody’s eyes out with that,” Pope commented, nodding toward Rose’s extravagant headpiece, which seemed to scream for attention.

Allison forced a smile, the tension in her chest tightening as she watched Rafe from across the room. “I’m going to need a drink if I want to get through this party,” she muttered, more to herself than to the others. The idea of facing Rafe in this setting, with so many eyes around, made her uneasy.

Without waiting for a response, Allison excused herself and made her way to the bar. She ordered a glass of white wine, grateful for the slight buzz that came with it. The first glass went down easily, the alcohol soothing her nerves. By the time she was halfway through her second, she had positioned herself across from Jordan, who was still busy at the grill. They exchanged occasional smiles, each one a brief moment of connection in a sea of unfamiliar faces.

Just as Allison was beginning to feel a semblance of calm, she sensed someone approaching from behind. The familiar scent of cologne mixed with the subtle rustle of a suit jacket sent her heart racing. She recognized the light baby blue suit before she even turned her head.

“Hey, Allison,” Rafe’s voice was soft, almost gentle, a far cry from the tense conversations they’d had before.

Allison forced a small smile, her mind scrambling to keep her emotions in check. “Hey,” she replied, her voice steady, though the sight of him so close made her pulse quicken.

Rafe moved to stand directly in front of her, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip. “Are you going to talk to me now?” he asked, his tone laced with an undercurrent of something that sounded like regret.

“It’s not like I didn’t talk to you when you came to the restaurant,” Allison countered, looking up at him through her lashes. He seemed different tonight—sober, almost vulnerable.

“Yeah, you did,” Rafe nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before he looked back at her. “But are you still mad at me?”

Allison downed the rest of her drink, the alcohol giving her the courage to speak her mind. “We should talk somewhere else. Meet me in the locker room in five minutes.”

Rafe nodded, his expression unreadable as he watched her walk away. He knew Jordan was watching them, and the idea of provoking him brought a twisted smile to his lips. Finishing his drink, Rafe headed inside, his mind already racing with possibilities.

The locker room was dimly lit, the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights the only sound as Allison paced nervously. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a reminder of the conflicted feelings she had for Rafe. She wasn’t sure what she wanted—whether this conversation would bring closure or pull her deeper into something she wasn’t ready to face.

A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts.

“It’s me,” Rafe’s voice came from the other side, the familiar drawl sending a shiver down her spine.

Allison unlocked the door, letting him and she quickly closed the door before turning back to Rafe. “Did anyone see you?” she asked, her voice low and cautious.

Rafe shrugged, leaning casually against the wall. “I don’t think so. What, you don’t want to be seen with me?” His tone was light, teasing, but there was an edge to it that made Allison’s stomach twist.

“I don’t think that would be a good thing,” Allison muttered, avoiding his gaze. The idea of anyone finding out about them sent a wave of panic through her.

“Because your little Pogue friends wouldn’t like it,” Rafe stated, his voice dripping with contempt.

Allison let out a bitter laugh, the irony of the situation not lost on her. “I’m sleeping with the enemy,” she remarked, the words tasting bitter on her tongue.

“I’m not your enemy,” Rafe told her, stepping closer, his eyes locked onto hers.

Allison met his gaze, the sincerity in his blue eyes catching her off guard. But as much as she wanted to believe him, the truth of their situation weighed heavily on her. She sighed, looking down at the floor, her emotions a tangled mess. “Maybe we should stop seeing each other,” she suggested, though her voice lacked conviction. Deep down, she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to end things with Rafe.

Rafe chuckled, a sound that was both amused and frustrated. “That’s not gonna happen,” he said, his voice firm, as if the very idea was absurd.

Allison looked up at him, his proximity making her heart race. He was so close now, she could feel the heat radiating off him. “Rafe,” she began, but her words faltered when he gently placed his hand on her jawline, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek.

“You don’t really want that,” Rafe said softly, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re just scared of what the Pogues will think.”

And he was right. As much as she hated to admit it, that was exactly what she was afraid of. The thought of her friends finding out about her and Rafe—especially Jordan and Kie—filled her with a deep sense of dread. She could already imagine their looks of betrayal, the accusations, the disappointment. But there was something about Rafe that pulled her in, something she couldn’t easily walk away from.

“Then… can we at least keep this a secret?” Allison asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She wasn’t ready to give him up, but she also wasn’t ready to deal with the fallout.

Rafe hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching hers. He didn’t like the idea of sneaking around, and didn’t like sharing her attention with anyone else, especially the Pogues. But he also knew that this was the only way to keep seeing her. He finally nodded, his hand still cradling her face. “Okay, as long as I get to see you, we can keep it a secret.”

Allison was surprised by his willingness to compromise, a smile slowly spreading across her lips. “Really?” she asked, a mix of relief and disbelief in her voice.

“Yeah, really,” Rafe confirmed, his own smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Now before I change my mind.”

Before Allison could respond, he swiftly lifted her off the floor, his hands gripping her thighs as he pinned her against the wall. Allison gasped in surprise, but her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

Rafe’s lips crashed against hers in a hungry, desperate kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she melted into him, and it only fueled his desire. His hands roamed up her sides, his fingers digging into her skin as if he couldn’t get close enough.

Without breaking the kiss, Rafe carried her over to the counter, setting her down as he positioned himself between her legs. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress higher as he explored her skin. Allison’s breath hitched when his fingers brushed against her, her own hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

But then she broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Someone will notice we’re gone,” she whispered, though her words lacked any real urgency. The last thing she wanted right now was to stop.

“Then we better make it quick,” Rafe replied, his lips already trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He sucked gently at the sensitive spot just below her ear, and Allison couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her lips.

“Sure you won’t be begging for more?” Allison teased, though her voice was already thick with arousal.

Rafe’s hand moved to her throat, his grip firm but gentle as he brought his lips to her ear. “After I’m done with you, you’ll be the one begging for more,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, making her shiver.

His hand slid beneath her dress, his fingers finding their way to her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the wetness that betrayed how much she wanted him. With a smirk, he slipped his finger beneath the fabric, teasing her entrance with slow, deliberate strokes.

Allison gasped, her head falling back against the wall as Rafe continued to torment her with feather-light touches. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her body arching toward him, silently begging for more. But Rafe was in no rush. He wanted to savor every moment, every reaction he pulled from her.

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside. The cool air hit her skin, sending a shiver through her, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of Rafe’s mouth as he kissed his way down her inner thigh.

Without warning, Rafe dropped to his knees, his hands spreading her legs wider as he positioned himself between them. He pressed a kiss to her thigh, then moved closer, his breath hot against her center. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but when his tongue finally flicked out to taste her, the pleasure was immediate and overwhelming.

Allison’s hands flew to the counter behind her, trying to steady herself as Rafe worked his magic. His tongue moved against her with a skill that left her breathless, teasing her clit with quick, light strokes before dipping lower to taste her fully. She moaned, her head falling back as she lost herself in the sensation.

Rafe gripped her thighs, pulling her closer as he intensified his efforts. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, giving him better access, and the angle allowed him to reach her in ways that made her toes curl. His tongue and fingers worked in perfect unison, driving her closer and closer to the edge with every movement.

Allison’s breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into the counter as she tried to hold on. But it was no use—Rafe knew exactly what she needed, and he wasn’t going to stop until he had her falling apart in his hands.

“Rafe,” she breathed out, her voice thick with need. “Don’t stop.”

Rafe’s response was a low, satisfied hum against her skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. He pumped his fingers inside her, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, hard thrusts that made her whole body tremble. Her whimpers grew more erratic, each one a sign that she was getting closer, and Rafe could feel the tension building inside her.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Rafe growled against her, his voice rough with desire. The sight of her, the sound of her, everything about this moment was driving him wild.

Allison’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as she felt the waves of her orgasm approaching. She was on the brink, her body taut with anticipation, and when Rafe finally pushed her over the edge, it was with a cry that echoed through the locker room.

“Fuck,” Allison gasped, her body shuddering as the orgasm washed over her. Rafe didn’t let up, his mouth and fingers working her through every last tremor until she was spent, her legs trembling around his shoulders.

He kept his mouth on her, his pace slowing as he savored the taste of her, the way her muscles contracted around his fingers. He watched with satisfaction as her body slowly stilled, the aftershocks of her climax leaving her breathless and boneless against the counter.

When she finally sighed, her body going limp, Rafe withdrew his fingers and gently unhooked her legs from his shoulders. He stood, helping her sit upright on the edge of the counter, his eyes locked on hers as he licked his fingers clean, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

“I need you inside me,” Allison whispered, her voice still weak from the intensity of her orgasm. Her hands moved to the waistband of his pants, unzipping them with urgency.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Are you sure? We’ve been in here for at least 15 minutes already,” he teased, though he made no move to stop her as she pulled his pants and boxers down.

“I don’t care, Rafe,” Allison replied, her voice filled with need. She wanted him, needed him, and nothing else mattered at that moment.

Rafe chuckled, loving the way she was so desperate for him. “You’re making it really hard to say no,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement.

Allison didn’t respond. Instead, she pulled him closer, capturing his lips in a heated kiss as her hand wrapped around his erection. She stroked him slowly, savoring the feel of him, the way he throbbed beneath her touch.

Rafe moaned into her mouth, his hips instinctively bucking against her hand. But he quickly regained control, grabbing her wrist and stopping her movements.

Allison wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she parted her legs for him. Rafe positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locking onto hers as he slowly pushed inside.

The feeling was electric, the heat of their connection almost too much to bear. Rafe groaned as he felt her tightness envelop him, and Allison inhaled sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.

Rafe didn’t waste any time, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that quickly became more frantic. His lips found her neck, biting and sucking at the tender flesh as he drove into her with increasing intensity. Allison’s head fell back, her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure as he hit that perfect spot inside her over and over again. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.

Rafe’s grip on her waist tightened as he pounded into her, his breath hot against her ear. The sound of their bodies coming together, the heat, the pressure—it all built into something almost primal. He was rough and relentless, and Allison couldn’t get enough. The way he moved, the way he claimed her, it was intoxicating.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Rafe growled, his voice thick with lust. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her body responding to every movement, and it drove him wild. He wanted to lose himself in her, to forget everything else, and for those moments, nothing else existed but them.

Allison’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as she felt another orgasm building inside her. She couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop the way her body reacted to him. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, and she was powerless against it.

“Rafe… I’m so close,” she gasped, her hands clawing at his back, urging him on. She needed him to push her over the edge, to send her spiraling into that blissful oblivion.

Rafe responded by thrusting even harder, his hips snapping against hers with a force that made her see stars. The friction, the pressure, it was all too much. With a final, powerful thrust, he sent her crashing into her climax, her body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy tore through her.

Allison cried out his name, her voice echoing through the locker room as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body shook with the intensity of it, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin as she rode out the aftershocks, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Rafe watched her come undone, the sight of her in the throes of pleasure pushing him to the brink. He could feel his own release building, the tension coiling tight in his core. With a low groan, he buried himself inside her one last time, his hips stuttering as he came hard, his release filling her completely.

The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, their bodies trembling as they came down from the high. Rafe remained inside her for a moment longer, savoring the warmth and the intimacy of the moment, before finally pulling out. Allison whimpered softly at the loss, her body still buzzing with the remnants of her pleasure.

“Rafe, I don’t think I can stand,” Allison murmured, a lazy smile on her lips as she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. She felt weak, her legs still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.

Rafe chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “That’s the point,” he said, his voice laced with smug satisfaction. He crouched down, retrieving her panties from the floor and rolling them back up her legs. “Don’t forget these,” he added with a wink, making her smile.

“Thanks,” Allison said, her voice soft as she leaned against the counter for support. Rafe’s touch was gentle as he kissed her thigh, sending another shiver down her spine. His hands lingered on her hips for a moment, his eyes dark with a mix of possessiveness and satisfaction.

He helped her back to her feet, holding her steady as she regained her strength. “I hope this happens again soon,” Allison confessed, her voice low as she met his gaze. Despite everything, despite the complications, she knew she wasn’t ready to give him up.

“Oh, yeah?” Rafe smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“Get that smirk off your face,” Allison playfully swatted his shoulder, though she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips.

“You’re making it really hard to do so,” Rafe replied, his tone teasing as he followed her to the sink. They washed their hands in silence, the tension between them now replaced by a comfortable intimacy. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a reminder of what they had just shared.

As Allison finished washing up, she turned to see Rafe fixing his hair in the mirror, trying to smooth out the mess they’d made of it. She was about to leave the locker room when a voice suddenly cut through the quiet, startling them both.

“What are you guys doing here?” Sarah’s voice was sharp, laced with suspicion as she stood in the doorway, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of her brother and Allison together.

“Oh, great,” Rafe muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he turned to face his sister.

Allison’s heart skipped a beat, panic rising in her chest as she realized they’d been caught. She quickly composed herself, trying to appear nonchalant, but the tension in the room was palpable.

“Topper and Kelce were looking for you,” Sarah said, her gaze flicking between them with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

Rafe nodded, brushing past her without another word, clearly eager to avoid further questioning. “Yeah, I’ll go find them,” he mumbled as he made his way out of the room, leaving Allison alone with Sarah.

Allison was about to make her own exit when Sarah’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Are you sleeping with my brother?” Sarah asked, her tone blunt and accusatory.

Allison hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She knew Sarah could be a problem if she decided to spill the truth. After a moment, Allison took a deep breath and gave the only answer she could. “Let’s keep this between us,” she said quietly, meeting Sarah’s gaze with a look that was both pleading and firm.

Sarah raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the admission. But after a tense moment, she nodded. “Fine,” she replied, though her tone suggested she wasn’t entirely convinced. “But be careful. Rafe’s… complicated.”

Allison nodded, grateful for the warning even though she already knew it all too well. She quickly made her way out of the locker room, her heart still pounding in her chest. She was relieved that Sarah had agreed to keep quiet, but the encounter had shaken her. She knew she was playing with fire, and it was only a matter of time before she got burned.

・ • ・ • ・

When Allison finally made her way back outside, she spotted Jessica and her boyfriend Brandon dancing on the grass, looking blissfully carefree. She approached them with a forced smile, trying to shake off the lingering tension from her encounter with Sarah.

“Hey, guys. I hope I’m not interrupting,” Allison said, her voice light as she joined them.

Jessica turned to her with a wide smile, immediately pulling Allison into a hug. “Heyyy, girl! I know we haven't seen each other in the last couple of days, but my birthday is coming up, and you’re invited.”

Allison returned the hug, genuinely pleased to hear the news. “That’s great. I’m definitely coming,” she replied, though her mind was still reeling from everything that had happened tonight.

Jessica pulled back, eyeing Allison with a mischievous grin. “And bring that date that ruined your makeup,” she teased, her tone playful.

“What?” Allison asked, momentarily confused.

Jessica laughed. “You were kissing someone, obviously. Your makeup is a bit smudged.”

“Fuck, I didn’t bring anything to fix it,” Allison muttered, suddenly self-conscious.

Jessica gave her a knowing look, clearly intrigued. “I got you, girl. If you tell me who it is,” she said, her tone conspiratorial.

Allison hesitated, biting her lip as she considered her options. She knew she couldn’t afford to let this secret slip, but Jessica was one of her closest friends. Maybe she could trust her—at least a little. “I can’t. It’s supposed to be a secret,” she finally admitted, her voice low.

“A secret lover, hmm?” Jessica’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Is he older? Married or something?”

“No,” Allison quickly denied, shaking her head. “He’s… he’s kind of my secret.”

“Your secret?” Jessica’s interest was clearly piqued. “So you have one more guy you’re seeing.”

Allison groaned, feeling the pressure of Jessica’s persistence. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“Just tell me, please. I won’t tell anyone,” Jessica pleaded, her expression earnest.

Allison sighed, knowing she had to give her friend something. “Fine, but not here,” she said, glancing around to make sure no one else was within earshot. “But if you tell anyone, including Brandon, I’m literally going to kill you.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” Jessica promised, her voice filled with excitement as Allison led her to a more secluded area to fix her makeup.

As Jessica worked on touching up Allison’s makeup, she couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer. “Okay, we’re done. Now tell me who’s the lucky guy—or guys.”

Allison hesitated again, knowing this was a dangerous line to cross. But Jessica was her friend, and she needed to confide in someone. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Rafe.”

Jessica’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth falling open in disbelief. “Rafe Cameron?” she exclaimed, her voice a bit too loud for Allison’s liking.

“Be quiet, Jessica!” Allison hissed, her heart racing as she looked around to make sure no one had heard.

“Sorry,” Jessica quickly apologized, though her shock was still evident. “But seriously, you and him?”

Allison nodded, biting her lip as she glanced at Jessica. “Yeah, me and him.”

Jessica looked both astonished and intrigued, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and disbelief. “And I thought you didn’t like him.”

Allison sighed, running a hand through her hair as she tried to explain. “Well... one thing led to another, and here we are,” she admitted, her voice tinged with resignation. “But it’s nothing serious. We’re just hooking up.”

Jessica shook her head, still trying to wrap her mind around the idea. “Wow, I just never would have guessed... Rafe Cameron. So, how is it? Is he, like, really good in bed, like everybody says?” she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Allison blushed, the memories of their encounters flashing through her mind. “Yeah,” she admitted, her voice soft. “He is. But it’s more complicated than that.”

Jessica raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Complicated how?”

“It’s just... I don’t know, there’s something about him. He’s intense, and sometimes he’s sweet, but then there’s this other side of him... it’s like he’s constantly fighting something,” Allison confessed, her voice dropping as she tried to articulate the complicated feelings she had for Rafe.

Jessica nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. “I get it. He’s a lot to handle. But if it’s just a fling, you don’t have to worry about all that, right?”

Allison nodded, though deep down she knew it wasn’t that simple. The truth was, she was starting to feel something for Rafe, something that went beyond just physical attraction. But she wasn’t ready to admit that, not even to herself.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Allison said, forcing a smile as she pushed those thoughts aside. “It’s just a fling.”

Jessica gave her a supportive smile, sensing that Allison didn’t want to dive too deep into the topic. “Well, whatever it is, I’m here for you. And your secret is safe with me, I promise.”

“Thanks, Jessica,” Allison replied, genuinely relieved to have someone she could talk to about this. It felt good to have a friend who could listen without judgment, even if she couldn’t tell her everything.

With her makeup fixed and her secret safe, Allison felt a little more at ease. She said goodbye to Jessica and rejoined the party, determined to enjoy the rest of the night.

・ • ・ • ・

As Allison made her way back to the party, she passed by the grill where Jordan was still busy preparing food. The sight of him brought a smile to her face, and she couldn’t resist the urge to walk over and say hi.

“Hey, did you try our famous oysters?” Jordan asked, his eyes lighting up as she approached.

“Oh, I still didn’t. Sorry,” Allison replied, feeling a bit guilty for not having tried any yet.

“Well, you can now,” Jordan said with a grin, handing her a plate with a few oysters on it.

Allison took a bite, her eyes widening in surprise. “That’s really good, chef,” she told him, genuinely impressed by the flavor.

Jordan smiled, clearly pleased with her reaction. “Wait till you see what else I’m good at in the kitchen.”

Allison laughed, a playful glint in her eyes. “Can’t wait.”

But the lighthearted moment was quickly interrupted when Jordan’s expression turned serious. “What did Rafe want earlier?” he asked suddenly, his tone filled with concern.

“What?” Allison almost choked on her food, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected question.

“When you were standing over there,” Jordan pointed to the spot where she had been before leaving to meet Rafe in the locker room, “He came up to you, but you quickly left.”

“Oh...” Allison sighed, quickly trying to think of an explanation. “Nothing important.”

“I mean, if he is bothering you—” Jordan started, his voice filled with a protective edge.

“No, no,” Allison shook her head, cutting him off before he could continue. “He wasn’t bothering me, don’t worry.”

Jordan studied her for a moment, his concern still evident, but he finally nodded. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

Just then, Kie’s voice called from behind them, breaking the tension. “There you are. I was looking for you.”

“Everything okay?” Allison asked, turning to face her sister.

“No, I hate this party,” Kie said with a dramatic sigh. “I need my sister to make it not so boring.”

“What can I do?” Allison asked, eager to help distract Kie from her frustration.

“Dance with me,” Kie replied, grabbing Allison’s hands and pulling her away from Jordan and the grill.

The two sisters joined the crowd on the dance floor, letting the music wash over them as they moved together. Other girls joined in, and for a moment, Allison felt herself getting lost in the rhythm, her worries and secrets fading into the background.

But as they danced, Kie noticed something on Allison’s neck. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned closer to get a better look.

“What’s that on your neck?” Kie asked, her voice filled with suspicion. “Looks like a red mark.”

Allison’s hand instinctively flew to her neck, trying to cover the hickey that Rafe had left earlier. “Probably just a mosquito bite,” she replied quickly, hoping to brush it off.

Kie gave her a skeptical look, but she didn’t press the issue. Still, the mark didn’t look like a mosquito bite to her, and it made her wonder if someone had been making marks on Allison’s neck—and that someone wasn’t Jordan, since he had been outside the whole time.

After their impromptu dance session, the sisters made their way to the porch, where Kie’s parents were standing. They were just about to join them when a commotion broke out near the entrance of the club.

Allison and Kie turned just in time to see JJ being dragged out of the club by a security guard. JJ, being his usual mischievous self, was making a scene, his voice loud and full of bravado as he addressed the onlookers.

“It’s okay, everybody! Do not panic. Leave it to the men and women in uniform. Let’s hear it for them,” JJ called out, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he pointed dramatically at the security guard. Then, with a grin, he added, “Rose! You look like Lady Liberty.”

“Let go of him!” Kie shouted, her voice cutting through the crowd as she rushed toward JJ. Her outburst earned everyone’s attention, and all eyes turned to the spectacle unfolding before them. “You can’t boot him! I invited him here.”

“Kiara, stop it,” her parents tried to intervene, their voices stern, but Kie wasn’t having it.

“I’m a member of this club,” Kie declared, her voice defiant as she stood her ground.

Allison noticed Rafe standing nearby, watching the scene with a smirk on his face, clearly amused by the chaos. The sight of him made her stomach twist, a mix of anger and something else she couldn’t quite name.

Kie’s intervention gave JJ the perfect opportunity to push the security guard away, causing him to stumble into a nearby table. “Sorry about that,” JJ said with mock sincerity before turning to the Pogues. “Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s. Kie, Pope, Jordan, and Allison, you as well. All right? Rixon’s Cove. Let’s roll. All right, Kie, come on. Workers of the world unite. Throw off your chains!”

Kie ran toward her friends, laughing as she threw her arms around JJ, the tension from earlier melting away in the face of their shared rebellion.

Allison was about to follow when she felt a hand grab her shoulder. She turned to find Rafe standing there, his expression hard. “You can’t go with them,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

Allison stared at him, her own anger bubbling to the surface. “Yeah, I can,” she shot back defiantly, shrugging off his hand before turning and running to join the other Pogues.

Rafe watched her go, his jaw clenching in frustration. He downed the rest of his drink, his eyes narrowing as he watched Allison disappear into the crowd with her friends.

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Magic Touch

You can't sleep and it's giving you problems. Luckily you have a co-worker that takes sleeping habits very seriously and is willing to help you relax.

You x Moon (Agent Dusk)

It was past midnight, and you were in the break room, sitting on the couch playing on your handheld device. You should be sleeping, you knew that. Unfortunately, sleep decided to flip you the double birds tonight because you weren't getting any of it. And rather than lay awake feeling like you were wasting precious time, you decided to play some games instead.

“Knock, knock,” you heard a low voice speaking from the door.

You slowly turned you head to look at newcomer and saw dark clothes and the outline of a Cheshire cat smile. “Oh, hey Dusk.”

Despite the ever present smile, his stare was deadpan. “You look like a ghoul.”

“Gee, you sure know how to flatter.” You went back to your game.

You saw him shift closer in your peripheral vision. “When's the last time you slept?”

“I dunno... seventeen... going on eighteen hours I think?”

He plucked your game device out of your hands, eliciting an indignant squawk from you. “That's not healthy. You should be sleeping.”

“I can't, okay?” you huffed. “I've tried. I tried laying awake for a straight hour and I can't sleep. My brain won't shut up. So, I'm doing something productive. It's fine this just... happens.”

“How often?”

“Every now and then. It's not chronic. More like semi-chronic. It's not usually this bad. Some nights I have a hard time unwinding.”

His head tilted. “I could help you unwind.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Why does this feel like a trap?”

His toothy smile widened just a margin and he placed a hand to his chest. “I'm hurt. Don't you trust me?”

“I mean...” You sighed. “Yeah, of course I do.”

This seemed to catch him off guard, but only for a moment. “What if I gave you a small sample? Then you can decide if you want my help or not.”

You couldn't deny, you were just a tad curious. “Okay, I'll bite. What did you have in mind?”

Dusk sat down beside you. “Give me your hand.”

Curious, you offered your hand and he took it between his own. Your eyes couldn't help but be drawn his hands, his fingers, their design. Those were some gorgeous hands. Using the pads of his thumbs, Dusk began rubbing slow deliberate circles over your palm. Your breath hitch and your other hand squeezed your knee.

Dusk paused. “Too hard?”

“No, not at all,” you answered. You just hadn't expected it to feel so... good.

He nodded and resumed, the thumb pressing in and expanding out from your palm to the edges of you hand. When he got to your fingers, good lordy! You hadn't even realized just how much tension was in your hand until he was rubbing it out. When he offered to do your other hand, you didn't even hesitate, and by the time he was finished, you were relaxed against the couch, your hands feeling rejuvenated in ways you didn't think possible.

“Wow,” you murmured. “Okay, I'm impressed.”

“So, is that a yes, then?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“Do you want me to help you unwind?” Dusk asked. “Because from the look and feel of things, you are very wound up. It's little wonder you can't sleep.”

You shrugged your stiff shoulders, feeling a little called out. “I mean... if you don't mind...”

“I wouldn't offer if I did.”

Well, that was true enough. Dusk was the painfully straightforward sort in that way, and you appreciated him for that. “Yeah, I mean yes, please.”

His grin broadened as he smoothly shifted around until his was behind you. “Such good manners. I'll be sure to give you the special treatment.”

Your cheeks burned a little at the comment but you kept your face set, not wanting to give him any more hints he was getting under your skin.

Dusk's hands settled on your shoulders and stayed there for a few beats, as though assessing how or where to begin. Then his thumbs dug into your shoulder blades and you released an involuntary moan because your body was stiff like a pile of bricks, and Dusk's strength wasn't something to be underestimated. The thumbs pushed into the muscles again, the other fingers squeezing around your upper trapezius and another groan slipped out.

The fingers paused in their work. “As much as I enjoy hearing you sing,” Dusk said, his voice a playful whisper against your ear. “We wouldn't want anyone else hearing you and getting the wrong idea, yes?”

Your cheeks burned at the implications. Right, you were still technically at work. Anyone could walk by and hear you. So, you bit your lip and focused on staying as silent as possible. Dusk pushed again with his thumbs and pulled with his fingers, coaxing you to straighten your spine and open your shoulders. The movement brought you very close to the agent and his voice buzzed against your neck.

“On your stomach.”

“Wh-what?”

“Lay down on your stomach,” he repeated.

You took a moment to swallow before rearranging yourself on the couch, which had been recently reupholstered. Thank the powers that be for that too because you heard some disturbing rumors. Dusk gently nudged your limbs until you were positioned how he wanted. The position left you feeling oddly vulnerable. It was only your trust in Dusk that kept you from squirming in place. Though, the anticipation caused your stomach to flutter.

Dusk's hands descended on you once more, and quickly showed you that had was being gentle before. He pushed into your back so hard you gave a startled cry.

“Shh,” Dusk soothed from above you. “Not so loud.”

“You could have warned me,” you hissed back.

“And spoil the surprise?” You could just imagine his shit-eating grin. “Just relax. I'm going to take care of you.”

You breathed a long exhaled and settled back in, trusting him that he knew what he was doing. Dusk continued to knead your shoulders like dough, working his way down to your back and then lower back. Then after working his way back up, he worked on your upper arms in a manner that was brisk and professional. You bit back at least a dozen moans as you were tenderized like a piece of meat. Your smaller muscles and tendons in your neck were not spared his attention, his movements far more precise but no less intense.

You also appreciated that anytime he was about to work on a new area, he would check in with you first. Get your go-ahead before he laid his hands anywhere he felt would be otherwise inappropriate. It was rather sweet and thoughtful on his part.

After a while, it was so hard to keep track of time during this, something glorious happened. The tension and the pain gave way to an incredible relief. Your body was worked over so thoroughly that not even the thought of someone walking in and seeing you two like this could make you tense up. As you relaxed under his touch, Dusk's movements became more gradual, taking him time. He was being thorough, making sure no tense muscle escaped his notice. Your whole body felt languid and warm, soft and pliant like a rag doll.

Your breathing had evened out by this point, now and again you released a sigh of contentment when he managed to undo yet another knot in your shoulder. “Damn... that feels... really nice.”

“Told you.”

“You didn't strike me as the type to... I dunno, you're not exactly the touchy sort.” You mumbled.

“I'm not. You just happen to be a special exception.”

“Aw, you think I'm special?” you asked with a sleepy giggle.

He sighed. “A special pain, is what you are.” You felt his hands flatten and glide over your back, smoothing you out. “But you do make the most adorable sounds.”

“Shove it,” you mumbled. You gasped as his fingers unexpectedly dug in and a low moan escaped you throat. “You rat bastard.”

“What? I was just doing what you asked,” he said, his innocent tone not fully hiding the underlying impishness.

“I'm going to...” You had to bite down on your lip to stifle a whimper as he hit another tender spot. That sweet pain followed by incredible release. How was he... So. Damn. Good... at this?

“You're thinking too much,” Dusk said. “You're supposed to be relaxing. So relax.”

You grumbled but did so, closing your eyes and releasing another long sigh. It was getting harder and harder to think. Your body didn't even feel like your own anymore. Rather than bound up in cords of tension, you felt like you were drifting. From above you, you heard soft humming, and that was the final thing that lured you into slumber.

(Another fanwork based on @lavenoon's Accidentally Undercover AU because I have chronic back tension and love deep tissue massages and Dusk seems like the type to deliver if you're on his good side. @clxckwork-sun-n-moon hope you enjoy! XD)

#moon x reader #moon x y/n #fnaf moondrop #fnaf security breach #accidentally undercover #au #menace moon #but also soft #fanwork #justfangirlwritings

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learnfromjobs · 2 years ago

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Hey there, job seekers! Ready for another dose of wisdom from your favorite self-proclaimed career guru? Of course you are, because why else would you be reading this blog?

Today, I want to talk about something near and dear to my heart: the importance of networking. I know, I know, you've heard it all before. "It's not what you know, it's who you know." Blah blah blah. But trust me, folks, networking is the key to success in any field.

Now, I'm not talking about the kind of networking where you slap on a fake smile and hand out business cards like they're candy on Halloween. No, no, no. That's amateur hour. Real networking is all about building genuine connections with people who can help you get ahead.

So how do you do that, you ask? Well, first of all, you need to be strategic about it. Don't waste your time schmoozing with just anyone. Figure out who the key players are in your industry and make a plan to connect with them. And don't be afraid to be creative! You never know where a networking opportunity might pop up. Maybe your dentist's sister-in-law's cousin is the CEO of your dream company. Stranger things have happened.

But here's the most important thing to remember about networking: it's not a one-way street. You can't just go around asking people to do favors for you without offering anything in return. That's just selfish and rude. Instead, focus on building mutually beneficial relationships. Offer to help people out when you can, whether it's by sharing your expertise, making an introduction, or just being a good listener. And be sure to show your appreciation when someone goes out of their way to help you. Gratitude goes a long way, my friends.

So there you have it, folks. The secret to success is not just what you know, but who you know. So get out there and start building those connections. And who knows, maybe one day you'll be the one doling out career advice on a blog. But let's be real, you'll never be as good as me.

Until next time,

Your favorite career guru (not LearnFromJobs)

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simpy-reader-inserts · 2 years ago

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Blood in the Water (Part 2)

Pairing: Plus size, Fem!Reader x Multi

Wordcount: ???

Summary: A story about hitting rock bottom, in a world that only ever wanted you when you let them walk all over you, and then clawing your way back up out of pure spite.

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), Unreliable narrator, AFAB!Reader, Fem pronouns for reader, hints to past abuse, reader being an absolute pushover and not standing up for herself. Reader has a quirk!

Notes: This is for all the people out there who get nervous about answering the phone, ordering food in person and for those who dread having others disappointed in them. Don't worry though, while it may get worse for the reader at first, it does, and absolutely will, get better.

The room was quiet, having an almost homey vibe to it as you looked ahead blankly, unable to do anything other than stare at the coffee stains scattered around the large table between you and your…interviewer.

“A…a job offer?”

As if being back here while missing an interview for a job you actually wanted wasn’t bad enough to begin with.

“Yes, we’re in need of competent medical staff as the number of incidents this year has far exceeded what we’re currently capable of managing without outside assistance.” The…Mouse….thing, Nezu…continued from his seat across from you, the tea sitting before you already cooling as you sat there, unable to find a response. “We’ve been keeping an eye out for trained doctors, nurses and healing quirks, and fortunately for us, you’ve recently become available. I must say, your work on All Might was very impressive, we’d love to have your talents with us here and we’re fully prepared to offer relocation closer to the school, any benefits you may want and a full time salary as compensation.”

This was….

“o-oh. Oh wow I-”

…too good to be true.

“Thank you for the offer, I really a-appreciate it…” You started softly, your shoulders slumping as you hunched over slightly, your hands nervously clenching in your lap. “I’ll definitely consider it- I will! I have another interview planned though, sorry, I don’t want to leave them hanging and not…that’d be so rude.”

“Ah, at the family clinic across town correct?” At your nod, his small, black eyes seemed to shine with an emotion you couldn’t name. “That’s a shame, you’d be sure to secure work at any of the agencies in the city, and your potential to help others would be utilized to the maximum. A family clinic however… ”

“I’ll keep that in mind, I’m very sorry for wasting your time…if this interview doesn’t work out, I’ll most certainly come by to see if you still need help, I promise!” You nearly rushed the words out, eager to be out of the office and off school grounds. “Thank you very much for having me in mind…”

“That’s most alright, we’ll have a position waiting when you need it.”

‘When.’

He smiled.

‘When, not if.’

You nodded happily, perhaps a bit too fast as you tried to hide the subtle shaking of your hands

“I’ll have our information emailed to you, please feel free to contact us if you ever need anything.”

“Okay.”

You’d learned not to trust heroes blindly at a young age.

Well before starting your training to be a nurse, you’d been offered many positions with various heroes in the city you grew up in. Small time heroes looking for anything or anyone to help boost their ratings, healing quirks always helping to draw attention as they can just help the hero keep going and going and going until it wasn’t the hero who was worn and too tired to move.

Larger, more popular heroes also contacted your family, promises of safety, of training and the opportunity to help others. To help them and make a name for yourself.

You didn’t want to make a name for yourself though, just the thought of having all that attention on you was enough to send you into hiding, not leaving your room for weeks at a time- your parents eventually having to put their foot down and cut all the offers off before they got to you.

Well, the offers they knew about at least.

More than once an injured hero just ‘happened’ to stumble across you on your way home from school- promising that you wouldn’t get in trouble, but could you please help them? They needed to get back out there to help others.

You were a pushover, how could you say no to someone who looked at you with such pleading eyes?

“Okay.”

It happened again and again and again and again and-

It became too much.

Way too much.

People were starting to look at you, and the day a reporter showed up at your family home asking for an interview with ‘the towns very own Recovery Girl’ was the day you told your parents you were moving out.

To study somewhere else, to get away from this attention and help people in a way that made you feel comfortable.

You’d always wanted to help people- or learned to want to anyway. And no matter how badly the negative side of your quirk sometimes was, it was satisfying in a quiet, subtle way to see people walk away from seeing you with their heads held high and a smile on their face.

One day, you wanted to smile like that too.

Sometimes, you felt like a coward, weak and more than ready to topple over at the slightest breeze.

“What do you mean, they said they’d send a message-an…an email or something? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be a no show…” You pleaded, your face flushed from nerves and pure embarrassment as the woman at the front desk glared down at you, and the fact that she was the wife of the man that owned the clinic didn’t speak highly of his opinion of you either. “I’m so sorry, I swear I’ll contact them and get-”

“’All Might’ to come and tell us that he whisked you away for a meeting? And that you didn’t just throw our very generous offer of full time employment back in our faces?” The lady scoffed, the cold room around you seeming to get smaller and smaller as she sneered at you, various people watching in curiosity, or for some vague sense of amusement to fill the time.

You hated people watching you.

“You were recommended to us very highly and we went out of our way to help you- to offer you a position we can barely even afford to consider. We cleared a day to run you through everything, to get a feel for your character and you just- Spat in our faces. The poor doctor that recommended you will likely never hear the end of this, I hope you know that. Get out.”

“I’m so sorry…”

“Get out. We had so much hinged on you and it’s ruined- you walk in here lying out of your teeth about meeting with heroes and ‘All Might’ giving us his word that you’ve been with him of all people? You can’t even look me in the eye, and you’re expecting me to just believe you? What, are you on something? Are you high? Was that why you were fired from the general hospital? Get. OUT.”

“…okay.”

So, like a coward, you ran.

Ran from all the whispers and the eyes watching you, judging you for what they’d heard.

It’d been three weeks since then and you were fast burning through your savings.

Rent, Food, Bills- your brick of a phone was all but abandoned with no hope of having enough credit to call anyone. You’d applied to various clinics around the city and hadn’t heard back from even one yet (You knew why, what with how fast gossip travelled around between businesses here), you’d resorted to applying to even the smallest ad you saw in the paper.

No word back from any of them.

Not even for dog walking or paper deliveries.

Sighing, you lay across your sofa, the late night movies playing softly in the background as a hope for distraction from your thoughts, the cool air blowing in through your open window carrying the faint sounds of the city with it.

An email sat mockingly in your inbox with U.A’s logo blaring loudly across the top, and Nezu had even been kind enough to include a list of all agencies in the city looking for a healer.

You didn’t want to.

You’d rather bite your own tongue off than go back and be talked into something you couldn’t turn down- especially when they just had to know that they were your only option left. Here on your own, you were more than willing to admit that they’d drag you in and never let you go free again. You’d be healing hero after hero, and be pulled into the spotlight when that was everything you wanted to avoid and more.

But in person?

Well, you were a pushover.

A coward.

So you did what you did best and hid away in your home, avoiding even the thought of having to go and sign your life away just to be able to eat.

‘When was the last time I actually at? Damn quirk, I’d kill for a snack right now…’

*BANG BANG*

Startled, you sat up sharply, almost falling from your sofa as you waited for your door to fly off its hinges again- to be dragged away to that hell of a school and-

*BANG BANG BANG BANG*

“OI! OI (Y/N) ARE YOU HOME??!” A shaky voice called from outside, not even minding that it was nearing midnight.

That…wasn’t All Might.

Or any hero you’d met so far…

Whoever they were, you could already see the tell-tale fog of an injury seeping in from the cracks of your door.

*BANG*

“PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE HOME! PLEASE!?” The voice was distressed, that was for sure, so without giving it much though, you replied, already getting up and making your way over.

“C-Coming!”

“Thank fuck! Hurry up!”

Rushing over to the door, you hesitated only for a moment before unlocking the various chains and locks you’d installed in hopes of…well keeping your door.

And the second it was opened, you took one look at the dark haired man before you (a neighbour from downstairs, he always said hello when you met to collect your mail. Asked how you were. Smiled at you- he had a strange smile.) and fell back into years of detached practice.

The fog you were all too familiar with hang heavily around you both, seeping between you like you’d just taken an overly hot shower on a freezing day.

“You’re a nurse, right (Y/N)?”

Oh god.

“I’ll call an ambulance! Just stay there!”

“NO! NO hospitals, Just- Just move. Let me in and shut the door. Please?”

His hand was clenched tightly to his side as he pushed past you and into your home, a faint trail of blood dropping to your floor behind him- you closed the door quickly, taking your eyes off him for a moment as he braced himself against your wall, likely staining that as well.

“Please go to the kitchen then, I’ll get some towels!”

And with that you acted on auto pilot, your body moving through the well-practiced movements of helping him sit down (which was hard considering how much taller he was than you, how did he even fit through your door?), of putting pressure on the now obvious knife wound in his side, of telling him to give you his arm.

You couldn’t just patch this up normally, it was a jagged, bleeding mess.

Hell, even calling an ambulance at this point seemed like it wouldn’t be fast enough.

…fuck, you were so weak sometimes.

“Alright, please just relax…” With that you ran your tongue across your teeth, inwardly cringing at how unsanitary this was.

“What are you- AHH! YOU CRAZY BITCH!”

Then you bit down.

Eyes clenched tightly shut, you focused on the rush you felt, on the sharp biting taste of blood- on the harsh buzz of the pain running through his body.

Running through your body, as if it were your own.

Slowly, you bit down harder, the mans struggles and the hand threading into your hair not registering as you focused on your work.

You hadn’t used your quirk like this in so long, it was almost a relief, almost like stretching your legs after a 15 hour flight

(Aside from that one, brief moment of weakness you had with All Might not too long ago)

Your mouth slowly filled with blood, and you did your best to just let it run out and onto the floor, to not swallow any as you fought back a gag at the feel of it.

“GET OFF ME!”

That sharp irritating feel in your side was quickly abating, and as your eyes squinted open at a harsh shake from the man in your hold, you could see how fast the fog around you was lifting.

More blood, and more pained yells from the man trying to pull you off.

‘This must have really hurt when it happened’ You thought silently to yourself, cringing as he cursed at you before scolding yourself for not having any numbing creams handy, already knowing how badly the bloody, soon to be inflamed, bite mark you’d leave would hurt for the following days.

And then, almost as soon as it started,

you were done.

The man abruptly stopped yelling, his hand going slack in your hair as he gaped in disbelief- his once injured side now perfectly fine aside from being covered in blood. You quickly unclenched your jaw, pulling away from his slowly bleeding arm and having just enough time to untangle his hand from your hair before rushing to the sink and dry heaving.

You hated the feeling of blood in your mouth.

But at least you could see around clearly again.

“…Well Shit, that’s new.” You heard the man mumble to himself as he wiped at his side, marvelling at the unmarked area as you rinsed your mouth out and turned to look at him, already regretting not just calling an ambulance for him and risking it. “Fuck, you’re good. Real good, I’m not even aching. Thanks a ton babe, I don’t know what I would have done without you…”

“What….what happened?” You managed to whisper out, pushing your hair out of your face as you took in his appearance properly for the first time- ignoring the obvious blood stains left over from your efforts.

And upon glimpsing the gun he had tucked into his belt, your face went white.

“Look, nothing personal, let’s just say I was mugged and call it that. I remembered you talking about your job one time so I gambled on it- good thing I always come out on top thanks to my quirk, huh? I just thought you knew how to stitch me up, but I really lucked out today!” He smiled.

It wasn’t a friendly smile, but not unkind either.

It was a warning- subtle, but still there.

“I’m going home to try to sleep this entire day off. Here, keep your mouth shut about this and I’ll make it worth your while- you’re a smart woman (Y/N)…” And with that he pushed a bloodied hand into his pocket, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out a rather large stack of notes…

You shouldn’t.

You should run and call for help.

You should call the police, call Nezu and have him send someone to help you.

But you were…weak, weak of will, of conviction. One push and you’d more than willingly move in whatever direction people wanted you to go.

But you were also a coward, and you were scared of going to Nezu and asking for a job, scared of being used and used and used and used-

You’d die if you were pushed into a life like that, you knew it. Used by hero after hero until you were old and grey like Recovery girl, not able to retire even if you wanted too.

“O-Okay. Thank you so much…Have a nice n-night?”

And you were left alone in your apartment just as quickly as your company showed up, your clothing almost as crimson stained as your floor and towels. Silently panicking as you shook in place, your knees falling weak beneath you as you dropped to the floor and cried- all the events of the past few weeks bursting over in desperation.

You were a coward, but the thing about cowards?

They ran, they hid, they survived.

You wanted to survive.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #all might x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #smut #minors dni #bnha #mha #plus size reader

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cintasfics · 3 months ago

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Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Piece – 1x03

a/n: After coming up with Marley I now struggle to watch Psych without imagining her in the episodes and I needed to get it all out. I also want to give a shoutout to @shenanigans-and-imagines, I love her MASH episode outlines and they are my main inspiration for writing/posting these 💕

Since her first case with the guys involved a high stakes murder/suicide situation, Shawn decides that a fun high-society wedding heist would make a nice little palate cleanser

After kidnapping Gus from work, he swings by Marley’s place to get her

Shawn: Marley! How are you? We were just in the neighbourhood with a new case and thought we’d swing by to pick you up, what do you say? Gus: Oh, so she gets a choice? Shawn: Not now, Gus Marley: Sure, I’ve got the day off so I’d be happy to tag along Shawn, letting himself into her apartment: Great! We’ll fill you in while you get ready Marley: Uh, okay. Hey wait a second, I don’t remember telling you where I lived Shawn, wiggling his eyebrows: Psychic, remember Marley: Right…

She’s greatly amused by his cover as an Interpol agent, ever-impressed by his ability to bullshit and win people over

Gus: You're making keys? Shawn: How else do you expect me to get in the rooms? Gus: Shawn, you can't do that Shawn: Of course I can, I worked at the Hampton Inn for that three-day weekend in Austin when we were 19. I know you remember that. Gus, this is so easy. Try making a key Gus: Shawn: Marley, would you like to make a key? Marley: I would love to make a key, thank you for asking Gus: *begging for strength*

When they’re going door to door checking the suspects rooms, she’s amazed by how quickly Shawn’s mind works

Gus: What are you talking about? We haven't even stepped foot in there Shawn: Gus, do you need the remedial course? Really? Uncle Leo left his wallet on the table. Criminals are sneaky, jaded, suspicious people. They're smart and defensive. This guy has a reason to be trusting. Can we go now? Marley: Unreal Gus: Believe me, it gets old quick Shawn: Why thank you Marley, it’s nice that someone appreciates my talents

She gets her first nickname from Shawn when he introduces them to the bride and groom as ‘Peter Panic and Wendy’

Still new to the whole detective thing, she’s taken aback by finding the body in the dumbwaiter and Shawn’s phone ringing just about gives her a heart attack

While Lassiter is dragging Shawn away from the kitchen, intent on kicking him out of the hotel, Marley and Juliet exchange a quick greeting, happy to see each other again

During Shawn’s episode in the kitchen, she stands back with Gus, watching him wrestle with Lassiter. She’s slightly stunned by the way they’re acting, but runs over to help Juliet with the body when she opens the dumbwaiter

Like Gus, she’s on edge hanging out in Lassiter’s hotel room, sure they’re going to get caught any second, but pockets a few treats from the gift basket and defends herself to Gus saying that the city has already paid for it

She feels a bit uneasy at the bachelor party

Shawn: You okay, Marls? Marley: I’m just not 100% comfortable being here, I mean Dylan seems like a nice guy and all, but a room full of drunk men during a bachelor party is somewhere I don’t really want to be Gus: See Shawn, this was a bad idea. You’re making Marley uncomfortable and wasting time when we should be questioning suspects

Shawn gives Marley a quick apology, realising her position, and quickly calls Dylan over to question him

Gus being the one Dylan asks for a kiss from helps her relax though. She fails to hold in her small laugh, sending Gus an apologetic look of her own

She’s a lot more at ease at the bachelorette party

Shawn, watching her interact with some of the women: 🤨🏳️‍🌈?

She follows Gus out into the hallway, trying not to laugh at the state of him – shirt unbuttoned and covered in whipped cream – but passes him a towel to clean himself up

Marley: Peace offering? Gus: What, for abandoning me in there? Marley: Hey, I was just as upset as you that Patrick Swayze picked you over me Shawn: 🤨🩷💜💙?

At the wedding, she tries to convince him not to interrupt it

Gus: Probability of being right? Shawn: I don't know, high 60s? Gus: Close your mouth Shawn: But the person's in the room. The thief could escape. Shouldn't I stop the wedding? Gus: No, under no circumstances are you allowed to stop this wedding Marley: Shawn, I know you love the spotlight, but please don’t disrupt this wedding with only 60% certainty Shawn: It’s high 60s Marley: Can it really not wait until it’s over? I’m sure no one’s going to leave in a hurry

As soon as he stands up, she leans over burying her head in her hands, but she quickly gets sucked into the moment, watching him like it’s the climax of some soap opera

After catching the bouquet and revealing the ring, Marley is standing between him and Lassiter

Shawn: Dude, you’re next Marley, acting as if he’s proposing to her: Oh, Gus, it’s just all so sudden! Gus: *unamused*

#marley williams #psych fic #psych x oc #mine

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Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 9: Double Trouble

That night I sleep very well. I’ve noticed that recovering from missions is getting easier, which is something I don’t know how to think about. Is it good that I no longer have night terrors of the people I killed? I wake up feeling calm for once. Sadly now that my Hamburg mission is over all that’s left to do is wait for my next assignment. Unlike Bond I keep up with paperwork, so the only productive thing I can think of is a quick training session. The next 2 hours leave me fatigued but still alert, and it’s only noon.

“Why so glum?” Moneypenny asks as I enter the break room.

“No new work to do. Has M said anything?”

She shakes her head. “He’s been busy with the new security program. You could help Q in the lab, if you want. He’s always hiding in there from broad daylight, so some company could be healthy for him.”

I snag a granola bar and chuckle at her suggestion. “I don’t think my company is something he’d appreciate. So I will go annoy him anyway.” I turn to leave, then realize something’s afoot. “Where’s Bond?”

If Moneypenny is in kahoots with him she’s hiding it very well. “He mentioned something about going to see an old friend.”

My eyes narrow. “I see. Please call if there are any updates, and by that I mean please let me know when he gets fired.”

Moneypenny doesn’t respond as I walk away. Jesus Bond, what are you up to now? I quickly signal a cab and head straight for the security building. When I walk into Q’s lab I find him slumped against his desk holding his head in his hands.

“The car’s gone, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t stir. “All that was left was a cooling bottle of champagne, which I am using to get drunk on.” Q points to the opened bottle on his desk. “Care to join me?”

“You and alcohol are two things I would not put in a sentence, Q. Put that away before you do something stupid.” I relocate the bottle to the back table and tut about the current predicament. “You can’t brag to Bond about a new car and not expect him to swipe it. I imagine he put you up to something?”

“You know I can’t lie.”

Bond’s disobeying orders? Why doesn’t this surprise me? “Must be important. He knows what he’s doing.”

“You’re not worried about M finding out?”

I put my hand on my hips. “He can’t pin anything on me. I’m shocked that you actually caved and let Bond go.”

Q bites his lip and looks to the floor. “He threatened my cats.”

Once again, this does not surprise me. “Oh well that’s on a whole new level of blackmail. Thank heavens, for a moment I thought you lost your marbles!”

Q groans, still holding his head. “Hilarious, 0011. You seem pretty tame for learning that Bond’s not being honest with you.”

I pick up a knife and twirl it through my fingers. “Oh I’m still mad at him. Since he’s always trusted me I thought I’d be left in the loop, but it’s just more secrets being added to the pile. So I’m guessing we just wait for him to call or turn up dead?”

“Lord only knows with that man,” Q mutters, then changes his tone. “Why are you here? M didn’t mention any new assignments.”

Oh, so now I can’t pop in for a visit? My my, Q’s quite touchy.

“I have no new task, so Moneypenny said to help you in the lab.” I turn to face him directly. “If you are so displeased by my offered assistance then I shall go waste time somewhere else.”

Before he can mock my fidgety enthusiasm I return the knife to the table and storm towards the door. To think I was actually willing to help that ungrateful-

“I do have something you could do.”

Stopping dead in my tracks I pivot and face the shaggy-haired geek, who walks over and hands me- keys?

“I don’t understand. What do you want me to do with keys?” I ask.

Q smiles and nods his head at the giant metal door. “Take her for a spin.”

I connect his words with the keys in my hand. “Really? You’re not joking?”

“It’s better for both of you. You’re not stuck inside and that bike’s not collecting dust.” Q shoos me off. “Go on. You can return it tomorrow.”

I feel like a kid who just got ungrounded. The gesture is so small, yet so big and trusting at the same time. I don’t know whether to laugh or kiss him- Wait, no. Just no. Strangle that thought and kill it with arsenic. Q just did a very thoughtful courtesy, the least you can do is thank him.

I grip the keys and give him a stern nod. “Thanks, Q. This means a lot.”

He gets a distant look and nods in return. “Like I’ve said before, I know a thing or two about being an underestimated youth. You’re a 00 agent, you deserve your own vehicle. Now go!”

A wide grin spreads on my face as I race to the shining motorcycle, the engine roaring to life like a ferocious tiger. The vintage design reminds me of the bikes I used to race as a teenager, and as I give a final wave to Q before speeding out the back hatch into the street I can’t help but think of how much my life has changed.

The motorcycle runs like a dream. I drive it all around London and even dare to race out into part of the country to test going up to 100 miles per hour. It’s only half the speed and it’s perfect. I know it’s not for me to know, but I wouldn’t mind finding out about where Q learned to work miracles with technology. He’s so talented he could create his own business but instead he decides to be part of the MI6. Putting those thoughts aside I drive back to London, only now realizing I’m not too sure where to go. Is the old central building still operational or has everything been evacuated?

I pull out my cell and dial Moneypenny. Thankfully she picks up quickly.

“Hello, um, where is Cricket?”

On the other end I hear her yawn. Oh, right. It’s one in the morning.

“Him and your belongings are still at the old compound. I made sure M didn’t touch anything. And yes, Cricket has been fed.”

I sigh in relief. “Thanks, Eve. You’re a lifesaver! Sorry about the call, I know it’s late. Or is it early…?”

She laughs. “Believe me, this isn’t the worst call I’ve gotten. “Goodnight, Levie.”

“G’night!”

So I do still have a home. For now. I’ve been meaning to find another apartment but, if I’m being honest I’ve been too busy. I guess my job has become my home. That and it’s been convenient to live in Q’s old lab. Not just the fact that it’s Q’s old lab. Not at all.

I must be tired. After driving to the old MI6 center I wheel the bike in with me to the basement. I’ve never had my own vehicle before and I will not leave this treasure unprotected outside for some random hooligan to scam. My last mission took up two weeks but to me it feels like I haven’t been “home” in months. I crash on the small twin bed and am out like a light in seconds.

Sleep still comes far too easy. When I first began as a 00 agent there were recurring nightmares of all the killing I’ve done. Now I hardly dream at all. When I open my eyes I’m shocked to find the clock reading 2 in the afternoon. That Hamburg mission must have taken more out of me than I thought.

After a quick cleanup and a fresh change of clothes I drive back to Q’s lab. He, as usual, is tinkering with more tech.

“Decided to sleep in, did we?” he taunts lightly.

“I’m not on any assignments. Who says I’m not allowed to?” I remark as I wheel the bike back to the garage.

“Oh, good. You actually brought it back.” Q seems impressed. “How did she run?”

My eyes widen. “To quote Charles Dickens, ‘as good as gold and better.’ It’s amazing, Q!”

Just then I hear Q’s phone ring so I continue putting the bike away while he takes the call.

“Please tell me that 007 is in London,” M’s voice rings out.

“Oh! Um, yes. I will take a look at that now.”

I look over in response to his uneven voice, seeing Q give me a nervous look. M doesn’t sound happy.

“Is 007 in London?” M asks more urgently.

Q bites his lip as he pretends to check the smart blood status. “Oh, yes. Yes he is.”

Silence slinks by. “He better be.”

The conversation dies down and I’m unable to hear the rest. I can only notice it’s threatening to Q.

“I completely understand, sir.” Q hangs up the phone. “If Bond makes me lose my job I’m going to kill him.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Look at you, mister silver tongue. Lying like a true pro.”

He looks up with a smirk. “Learned all of it from you, 0011.”

Now my phone rings. It must be- Yes. It’s M. Now he’s trying to get me to talk.

“0011, what’s your location?”

I flash Q a look. “Still stuck in London.”

M sighs. “Good, at least someone is following orders. I just got done with the Nine Eyes meeting. The resolution was not unanimous, so it has not been adopted. I am going to attempt to ask C to reconsider.”

He better if he wants to upkeep everything we’ve struggled to build over the years. “It’s best you do, M. This whole program is against all forms of privacy and security it’s meant to represent.”

“Oh. One more thing. Tell Q I send my deepest apologies.”

The moment M hands up my phone dings, showing he sent me a new article. One with a front-page photo of the Aston Martin Bond crashed in a river. No surprise.

I walk over to Q. “That was M. Says the Nine Eyes program wasn’t passed through.”

He tilts his head. “Can’t say I’m disappointed.”

“There’s something else. Not exactly all good news.” I look up at him cautiously.

Q looks down and sighs. “Let me guess. The car’s wrecked?”

I hold up my phone and show him the article M sent. His sad eyes make me think Q’s about to cry.

“I poured part of my soul into that car!” He whines.

It’s sad to see him like this. I put an arm around him and he hangs his head. “It will be missed, dear Quartermaster. Might I suggest you don’t show Bond anymore cars?”

Q nods and lifts his head, only realizing just how close we are now. He stiffens up, making me remember he doesn’t do hugs. But it’s just one arm around his back. How can he be so skittish?

He tightens his jaw and turns to walk over to grab his laptop. “That’s it. I’m going to find him myself.”

Is he serious?

“Q, you can hardly lie to anyone. What makes you think you’re capable of sneaking around under M’s nose?”

He locks eyes with me. “I had a good teacher.”

Glad to know I’m not completely useless to him. Since Q’s all keen on tracking down Bond I don’t see a reason why I can’t help. I’ve got nothing better to do.

“It’ll be nice to be back in the field again,” I comment out loud as I grab a fresh uniform from the storage cabinet and head to the water closet to change.

Q doesn't seem to share my interest. “You shouldn’t risk it. If M finds out you’re involved you could get fired too. Bond’s only trouble for you.”

I step out, dressed in proper mission attire, and strap a holster around my thigh. I notice Q’s stern gaze falters and he quickly looks away.

“He’s trouble for both of us. And right now he needs our help. Particularly your help.”

“Then why are you following me?” Q asks as he grabs his messenger bag.

“You need a bodyguard,” I say simply.

He blinks. “Excuse me?”

I ignore him and gather up some ammunition. “Plus I’m tired of being stuck underground. I’m restless, I can’t help it!”

“You need a hobby.” Q rolls his eyes.

“My job is my hobby. So where are we going?”

“The smart blood shows that Bond is meeting with a new lead in Austria, so we will contact him there. We can take the Eurotunnel.”

I raise a brow. “You just don’t want to fly, do you?”

His stern face doesn’t change. “Not if I can avoid it. Quickly grab whatever necessities you need. I suggest you wear something warm. We leave in half an hour.”

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