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forever-rogue · 2 years

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I’m new to your blog and am LOVING your fics, and of course I’ve been rewatching narcos so I’m daydreaming about Javier Peña constantly

I like to imagine a scenario where Peña is at the bar again after a shitty, stressful day at work, and you (stranger) inquire about why he’s so gloomy, and soon you have him laughing and genuinely having a good time. Total fluff. Hardass Peña blushing and full belly laughing? My heart.

I just wanted to share but of course feel free to use it if you want! I just am obsessed 😂

AN | Just some softness with our fave DEA agent! Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | Javier x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Main, Javier

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You’d seen him walk into the bar many times now. He’d come in all sorts of moods, easily evident by how he carried himself. It was also easy to tell how his day went from the amount of drinks he ordered. You always made them, passing them along to him silently, never engaging in much conversation of any sort besides taking his order and payment. You wondered if he even really remembered you or if you were just another part of his evening routine.

Whatever he thought of you didn’t change the fact that you were curious about him. But you weren’t about to impose yourself upon him. If he ever wanted to talk to you, you’d indulge him but that would have to be on his terms. You didn’t want to scare away one of your best and most regular customers after all.

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It had been a slow day with few patrons throughout the evening. You were half tempted to close up shop, but decided you weren’t that pressed to go home and opted to keep the place open. The worst that would happen was that you had no more people come through and you’d be left to your own devices. If that happened, you figured you’d get a head start on some deep cleaning. It really wasn’t too bad, plus you liked the bar you managed. Unlike so many others, it had a warm and inviting ambiance and most of the people that came through weren’t too bad.

Just when you were about to give up that any one else would come in, you heard the front door open, accompanied by a soft sigh that had become very familiar. You looked up from the book you were reading - cleaning could wait, you had decided - and smiled when you saw that it was him. He was the last person you had expected to see tonight.

He came up and sat at the bar, at his usual spot, not even bothering to wave you down today. There was no reason to after all, it wasn’t like your attention was occupied by anyone else. You tried to squash your nerves as you walked over to him, wondering what type of mood he was in today. It had been hard to read from his walk for once so you quietly padded over to him.

“Hi,” you cringed slightly when you realized how high pitched and squeaky your voice sounded, “hey. What can I get you?”

He hesitated for a moment before turning his eyes towards and looking you over. If it had been any other man, you might have felt worried or awkward, but no with him. His gaze was not unkind; and you liked his eyes. Warm brown with crinkles in the corner that you were almost positive showed up whenever he smiled, “you’re not from here.”

You blinked at him a few times before slowly nodding in response. A small smile tugged up the corners of your mouth, “no, I’m not. Have you just noticed or is it just a guess?”

He hesitated before sitting back and stifling his laugh, “it might be the fact that you just started speaking in English to me.”

“Oh,” you mentally slapped yourself; you normally didn’t make that mistake anymore but apparently your mind had gotten the better of you. Plus, you knew that while he was fluent in Spanish, he was American. It was easy to tell when you were in the same boat, “oh. Well, yeah, yes, you’re right. I’m not from here. And neither of you.”

“Nope,” he agreed as you grabbed a glass and started to pour him a drink, “Texas.”

“Texas,” you repeated, passing him the drink, “I’d ask what brings you here, but somehow I have a feeling you’re either not allowed to tell me or you’re not going to.”

“A bit of both,” he took a long drink as he studied you intently. He was fairly certain that you were friend and not foe, but he wasn’t quite ready to take the full plunge into trust just yet, “mostly the latter. What brings someone such as yourself to working in a bar in the middle of Cali?”

“Came to Columbia for school and then just…didn’t end up leaving. And I don’t just work here - I manage this fine establishment,” you gestured around, feeling proud of the space you’d turned into a friendly and cozy space, “you’re around a lot, so it can’t be too terrible.”

“Not at all,” he agreed, setting his glass down and tapping his fingers along the counter of the bar, “company’s not too bad either. Can you have a drink or is that…a big no?”

“Normally I don’t drink on the job,” you admittedly as you reached for another glass, “and I’m not a big drinker to begin with but I’m willing to make an exception every once in a while. Like you said - company’s not too bad.”

And then he laughed. A lovely sound that went straight to your heart and made your bones feel like jelly. You really liked him so far, so all you could do was hope he wouldn’t turn out to be one of the bad ones, but something in your guy told you that he wasn’t.

“What’s your poison?” he watched as you combined a few things to make your drink.

“It depends,” you decided to take a chance and make him one as well, “but tonight it feels like an old fashioned kind of night.”

"Classy," he raised his glass to you in a small salute as you snorted in amusement, "so you're making a special exception to drink with me, huh?"

"Mhmm," you took a long sip and leaned against the counter, "like I said, it's not what I normally do, but I feel like I can trust you."

"Trust me?" He asked. You nodded, "how so?"

"You've never hit on me, you've never been rude to me or anyone else, and you tip well," you swore you could see a slight blush well up in his cheeks, even in the low lighting, "which makes practically a dream man."

"Now you're just flattering me," but he was laughing - a deep, warm sound that seemed so genuine, "I'm sure there's plenty of men out there just like that but better."

"You've clearly never been a young woman out by herself late at night…or anytime really," you sighed lightly, "it doesn't matter if it's here in Columbia or anywhere else in the world. A lot of men are just…terrible."

"Yeah," he let out a long sigh and shook his head, "unfortunately I know what you're talking about."

"And you haven't done anything like that," you grabbed the bottle from under the counter, "which is why tonight's tab is on the house."

"What's the catch?" Oh yeah. This man could read your mind. You poured his refill before smiling coquettishly, "you're trouble, I can already tell."

"The catch is," you leaned on your arms on the counter so you were as close to him as possible without jumping over the counter, "you gotta tell me more about yourself. Deal?"

He studied you - intensely - before offering you a crooked grin, "deal."

"But?"

"You have to answer my questions too."

"Deal," you held out your hand which he eagerly shook, "deal."

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Your deal turned into a lot more than you bargained for. In only the best ways, which you hadn't really seen coming.

When you struck up that first conversation with him, you'd ended up talking for hours, well into the early hours of the morning. And it had all felt so natural and easy, like you'd known each for so long and so deeply.

It became a regular thing after that, with Javier coming in regularly - not to drink necessary but to spend time with you. It was easy and made him less nervous when it was under the guise of getting a drink.

He came and found you at least a few nights a week, and you'd come to know so many sides to him. You could easily tell when Javier had a stressful day, when he'd had a good one, or was just tired to his bones. You still weren't positive exactly what he did for work, but you knew it wasn't anything to take lightly.

He'd even become what you considered a friend. You hoped he thought of you as a friend too.

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You could sense that he was in a fantastic mood as soon as he came into the bar, a visible spring in his step. It made you feel better too - lighter, happier.

"Hi Javi," you turned your attention to him immediately as he sat down in his usual spot. You leaned against the counter and gave him a smile that always made his heart skip a few beats, "how's it going?"

"Better now," and oh. His answer made you positively weak. You felt your entire face warm up as you took a second to look away so you wouldn't completely lose it, "how was your day, trouble?"

"Same old, same old," you shrugged, "uneventful but much better now."

"Dime," he mirrored your position and you were suddenly overwhelmed by how close he was. The idea that you could lean in and kiss him was dizzying.

You could play coy, could pretend you had no idea what he was talking about…but you felt bold. You were well aware of the fact that you'd both been beating around the bush, playing a little catch and mouse game. But something had to come to a head, right? You cocked your head to the side and gave him a coquettish smile, "you."

"Me?" You swore you could see a little flush of pink coloring his cheeks, "you sure about that?"

"I am," there was no going back now but somehow you didn't mind that, "you make my day better, Javi. Even if you're only there for a little bit at a time."

You watched his jaw tense as he seemed to be mulling something over deeply. Part of you was already panicking and worrying about having said the wrong thing. But then - he smiled and tapped his fingers along the countertop, "yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You make my day a lot better too," he let out a long weary sigh and you couldn't help the lovesick little expression you gave him, "you're going to be the death of me, you know? You're just trouble."

"But the good kind, I hope?" you were sure there were other people around there needed to be helped for once but you were more than happy to let your coworkers step in and help for once. At least tonight. Javier made a small sound before playfully shrugging, "Javier!"

"Yes," he promised after a few beats of playful silence passed between the two of you, "the best kind, sweetheart."

"Consider your drinks on the house tonight," you went to go and grab a glass but he caught your wrist and stopped you, "Javi?"

"This is probably stupid of me to ask," he sighed for just a moment, more at the situation than anything else and you raised an eyebrow, "but do you want to go out sometime? Maybe not for a drink but…something?"

"Are you asking me on a date?" you blinked at him with wide eyes, almost unsure if you'd heard him correctly.

"Umm…yes?" His first thought was that he had fucked something up, "but only if you want to of course. No pressure-"

"Yes," you cut him off as soon as the realization of what he had said hit you, "yes. I'd love you to."

"Really?" You were surprised that he seemed so surprised. Had he not gotten the very strong signals you'd been putting out? You thought you were being so obvious this whole time.

"Really," you promised, "I was wondering if you were going to ask."

"You-" he paused for a moment before laughing softly, "you are something else."

"I am," you gave him a cheeky wink, "you'll find out. But Javi - I really like you too."

"When are you free?"

You looked around the bar and decided it was empty enough, "now?"

"Now?" He repeated and the two of you grinned at each other like fools, but you nodded, "now is perfect."

"Let's go!"

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena x fem!reader #pedro pascal #javier pena one shot #javier pena imagine

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asprinbrews · 1 year

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Chapter 1: Welcome home.

-Wally Darling + Reader

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It was a day like any other.

Eat, sleep, work, rinse, repeat.

I’m not sure what happened between 17 and 18, but whatever it was sucked the life out of me. And as my Uber took me home on that late Friday night, the whole world flashed by my head like a shooting star. Sitting good and quiet. I noticed my fingernails overgrown, and how dry and cracked my skin was. Like one of those nightmares where your teeth fall out, except my disfigurement was very real.

But what to do? You don’t cure your funk in a night. I had to take a few nights, maybe call in sick. If I got fired for this it’d be a problem.

No. No, I had to stop thinking. It’s not my problem tonight, I reassured myself. So arriving home and settling in, I planned on completely disconnecting. And I engaged in…a guilty pleasure.

My body ached as I pulled out the VHS player, sending dust down my crusty airways. Along came my favorite tape.

The title’d long worn off, but it didn’t matter. It was the only one I kept.

And so I sunk beneath my comforter, biting back my anxiety and letting the fuzz lull in time with my breathing.

Unfortunately I didn’t make it through the intro credits. I never did nowadays.

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“What’re we s’posed to do about this?!?!”

A squeaky quirky voice pinched my ears between fog and drowsiness, and I felt as a circular object tapped the tip of my nose.

“They aren’t wakin up, Franky!! I’m scared!”

A deep grunt contrasted her whining, “I…” he seemed at a loss for words; I then felt the thing bump me again. A loud wailing followed, which showered an…insane amount of tears onto my face. That was when I finally had the gall to snap my eyes open.

Screaming above me was a big-mouthed girl with big blonde hair, I saw her first. Her colorful clothing fading into the distance as she ran like the devil. And then the other…

Me and Frank blinked slowly at one another. Quietly. A dapper-dressed man with proportions stranger than the girl’s personality. A gray face full of concern and just a little disgust. Like he was looking at a dead body.

I didn’t move, but I eyed the world around me carefully. And for a second I was worried that I had a concussion; the grass, the sky… everything had an antique-like tint to it. And it felt wrong.

“Are you feeling okay?” Like he’d snapped back to reality the man crouched down beside me and dropped his net. I noticed a small bug sit inside it calmly…much unlike a butterfly. “Oh- yes, I’m okay. I’m just…” I scanned the area again, “I’m not sure how I got here.”

“Can you stand up?” He asked, and I pushed myself off the ground. “I’m going to walk you to the neighborhood… we’ll get you some help there.”

The neighborhood? Why did that sound so familiar? “The neighborhood… alright.”

He walked ahead of me, checking back every couple of seconds to make sure I was still behind him.

How did I get here…? More importantly, I had work. I had to get to a phone, as quickly as possible. “Your name’s Frank, right?”

He gasped softly, “how’d you know?”

“I heard it earlier. I’m guessing Franky isn’t your preferred name.”

“Right, right.”

…

“Do you have a phone I could borrow?”

“Heavens no, not right now. Those are far too big to carry around.” He replied, and then it was quiet again.

I noted him down as awkward, which was fine. I was a stranger, anyways. And I probably looked like death. Eventually though we came across houses, and he brought me straight to a big red barn.

Looking it up and down, I was skeptical. But out came whiffs of smells. Baking smells. The kind where you’re not sure if you’re smelling bread, fruit, or pure sugar. Seeing the bird that hussled out in front of us though I started to understand pretty quickly.

Before I had the chance to say anything she was all over me: lifting my arms, pinching my face, and squawking on in a shrill voice. How my face was so pale, my eyebags so big, my posture terrible. “Frank! Where did you find this one?? They look dead! The walking dead! Dead but walking!” Then she sat me down onto a haybale, holding my face in her wings. “Stop walking! You’re going to die!”

I couldn’t see over her big rainbow feathers but I could tell he was just as overwhelmed by this lady as I was. “Excuse me ma’am…” I croaked, “can I…”

She craned her head towards me as I asked, “can I borrow your phone…?”

The chicken loomed over me in a dead silence before I found myself dragged inside and nearly force-fed a multitude of different pastries, which I then tried to pay for. Unsurprisingly this earned another shriek. “What kind of money is this??? Where did you come from??”

“My house! I came from my house!” Like a hostage I lifted my hands up in surrender, and I’d expected another argument from her. But…no. Something clicked behind her eyes, and without speaking she disappeared and returned with a plate.

A plate of apple crisp.

I knew it as soon as I smelled it, feeling my eyes widen as the aroma hit my nose. Like a faint memory, nostalgia panged through my chest and reverberated like a brand new heartbeat as I took that first bite. Marveling in sweet fruit nestled under a warm blanket of thick brown sugar.

Once it was over with I was going to ask- except she’d already disappeared to her phone. A landline. Busy feathered fingers nervously fiddling with the curly wire, I caught bits and pieces of her loud voice. Concerned, suddenly frantic! Then quiet. I leaned in over the table to hear more but then was met with a shriek. “My goodness! Your clothes are getting in your pie!”

Indeed, looking down I realized I’d leaned so far over the table that I’d begun to crush the pastry. Leaving a dark stain on my T-shirt. The bird rushed around and started trying to wrestle it off of me— “No, hey!!” We struggled with the article, she shouted “I need to wash it! Come now!”

“What on earth is going on!?” Gray hands forced us apart and Frank pushed the bird lady for an answer while I caught my breath and smoothed my clothing.

“Look at them! They got their shirt all dirty, I was only trying to wash it.” She huffed, to which Frank pinched his brow with concern. “Polly… that’s beyond impolite!”

“It’s just Y/N!”

The man double-taked for a moment, slowly turning to me then raising a hand skeptically. “No, no… that can’t be right. They’re a lot smaller than that.”

“That’s what I thought!” Polly said, “but look at that face! And you know they loved my apple crisp! It has to be!”

I stood frazzled in front of them as they marveled, “did you just say… my name?”

Slowly stepping forward, Frank reached out as the bird suddenly rushed me. She hovered over me and ripped off my shirt with such momentum to tear the neckline. My arms rushed to cover my body in shock while the grey man swiveled to face the other direction. He shouted, “well they’re far too old for that!”

“Po.. Polly!” But she didn’t seem to hear me, sauntering off to a wash bucket and beginning to soak it. She waved a feather, “now then, go play! I’ll take care of this.”

I felt heat rise to my face, in disbelief at this woman. First she feeds me, then tears my clothes off?? “I’m so confused! And half-naked!” Crying out, even Frank seemed at a loss. He didn’t look and made his way to the door, “I’ll- I’ll find you something to wear! Stay right there!”

So there I was, half-naked in a barn-themed bakery waiting for either Frank to come back or Polly to be done with my shirt. I’d given in at that point. Notably despite Polly being a bird, she was really sentient. I saw other chickens but she was different. At least Frank resembled a man… but she was a straight up chicken.

Then a slow, steady knock came. The barn grew quiet, and it’s large doors creaked open. Standing in the center a silhouette of someone. His voice broke the silence, soft and calm if not monotonous.

“Aw Gee… it has been a very long time, Y/N.”

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<a/n>

Hi! Hope you enjoyed the first installment. This is mostly a comfort character series, so things between Wally and reader won’t get very romantic. Still! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. Feel free to ask me questions or give me ideas, since this is in progress!

Bye now! You are the absolute most!

#wally darling #welcome home #welcome home wally #wally darling x reader #yandere wally darling #welcome home fanfiction

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ultram0th · 1 year

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31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 01: Headshrink

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Alpha werewolf Derek Hale stalked into the decrepit room where Stiles was hiding. He eyed the human curiously, wondering why Stiles was staring intently at some old looking book, only to wave his hands sporadically at an empty Coke can.

Stiles sharply exhaled through his nose and then shot one hand forward, gritting his teeth with the movement.

Nothing happened.

“Damn it,” the human cursed to himself.

“What are you doing?” Derek asked, trying to hold back his smirk. He kept his usual scowl plastered onto his face to hide his deep admiration for the hyperactive human.

Stiles jerked back and then blushed when he saw the werewolf eyeing him. “Um,” he muttered quietly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “Deaton said that he saw a ‘spark’ in me, so I’ve been trying to test it.”

Derek let his tough guy façade crack for a moment, his bushy eyebrows rising in surprise. “Really?” he pressed, taking a step forward, leaning in so close to Stiles that he could smell his cologne. “I used to have a pack member who had a spark. Maybe I can help you?”

Stiles’s face broke out into a large smile, making Derek’s heart flutter. “That’d be great!” Stiles practically cheered. He leaned in closer to the werewolf, showing off the spell book that he’d been studying. “I’m trying to use this shrinking spell to make the can smaller.”

Derek tensed up at the closeness, unconsciously leaning in even closer to the human, nearly engulfing him in his bulk. Although he denied it outwardly to anyone who asked, Derek had a serious thing for Stiles, and after years of repressing it, their physical closeness was too tempting to ignore. Hence, Derek leaned as close to Stiles as he could, glancing over his shoulder at the book.

“Just focus your mind on what you want to shrink,” Derek breathed, so close to Stiles’s ear that his breath wafted over the human’s face. He smirked when he saw Stiles’s skin break out in goosebumps.

Stiles gulped. “O-okay,” he stammered.

Derek couldn’t help but preen at the effect he was having on Stiles, so he decided to up the ante. He leaned in even closer, his stubble brushing up against his face. “Focus on the image in your mind,” he whispered, his lips so close to Stiles’s cheek that he could just give one little—

POOF!

Derek felt like the room was spinning, as if it were on some sort of hydraulic system. He stumbled back, his vision full of stars. Once it cleared, he stared up at Stiles who only gazed back with wide, stunned eyes.

“What happened?” Derek asked, flinching when he heard his voice. It had shot up several octaves, sounding like he was some cartoon chipmunk. Derek made a move to clutch at his throat in surprise, but froze when he looked at his hands, which now seemed to be the size of dinner plates. His hands were massive; and when he frantically looked around at the rest of his body, the rest of him was just as large. His pecs appeared to jut off unbelievably far in front of him and his shoulders were crazily broad.

Stiles paled, but then quickly grew red. “Um, well I guess I can shrink stuff after all?” he cheekily muttered.

“Shrink?” Derek demanded in his squeaky voice. “I’m huge! What are you talking about?”

Stiles bit down on his lip and held out his phone for a second, taking a quick photo before turning it around for the werewolf to see.

Derek’s stomach fell when saw that his body hadn’t grown, his head had shrunk. Instead of its normal size, his head was now about the size of a baseball, looking comically tiny atop his muscular frame. “You were supposed to shrink the can!” Derek growled, his squeaky voice completely eliminating any threatening tone to his words. “Not my head!”

Stiles held his hands up in front of himself in surrender. “You told me to focus on an image in my head, and then you kissed me!” he blurted. “So… unfortunately, I thought of you.”

Derek just smoldered, irritated that the very second he made his move, his head shrank. “Just turn me back then!” Derek huffed.

“Y-yeah! Totally!” Stiles said as he frantically flipped through the magic book. “Just gimme a sec, and then we’ll have you back to normal. I mean, hey, if you want, I can also make something else bigger on you too?” He eyed the werewolf knowingly, offering a playful smirk.

Despite Derek’s irritation, he couldn’t help but feel his shoulders relax the smallest bit. “After you fix my head,” he agreed. “And only if I get to try its new size out on you.”

Stiles flipped through the book at a much faster pace.

#tyler hoechlin #derek hale #31 days of derek hale #headshrink #tiny head #small head #stiles stilinski #sterek

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lemoncrushh · 2 months

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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Two

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Word Count: 5837

I stared at the blank screen for a good ten minutes before I started typing. Finally, the words started coming to me, though I felt like it was just drivel, something to write just for the sake of writing. I let out a sigh of relief when I was interrupted a few minutes later by someone clearing his throat in the doorway.

“Stacey Barnett?” the young man asked.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Delivery for you,” he announced. “Where would you like these?”

My eyes widened when I saw the enormous arrangement of flowers in his hand.

“Um…” I blinked. “I guess right here is fine.”

I pushed away a stack of folders and papers to my left, giving him ample space to set the bouquet. I watched as he set it down and turned toward the door.

“Don’t I need to sign something?” I inquired.

“Once I get everything in,” he replied.

“What?” I sounded, raising a brow, but the man had already disappeared.

Two seconds later he returned pushing a cart holding two large boxes, a clipboard atop them. He rounded my desk before lifting the boxes, which looked to be heavy, and setting them on the floor. Then with a heavy breath, he handed me the clipboard and a pen.

“Sign here, please,” he requested.

“Who is this from?” I asked him.

“Don’t know, ma’am,” the young man shook his head. “I’m just the delivery service.”

I signed my name in a hasty scribble, handing him back the clipboard. He nodded good day and I stared at the flowers as he walked away. There was no card attached to give me any clue from whom it was. Just as I rose from my chair to inspect the boxes, another cart was being pushed through the door, this one two-tiered and covered in food.

“What in the world?” I exclaimed. “I didn’t order any catering.”

“No ma’am,” said the tall, thin man standing behind the cart. “This was a special request that just came in this morning.”

“From who?”

“From a...uh…” he pulled a slip of paper from the pocket of his apron, “Styles.”

My mouth fell open as I glared at the man, then at the food, realization setting in. I swallowed hard, pushing my hair behind my ears.

“Would you prefer I leave the food here, or is there a kitchen you’d rather store it in?”

I blinked. “Um...yeah, maybe the conference room?”

“Sure thing,” the young man nodded. “Lead the way.”

I walked past him to the hallway and around the corner to the large conference room that was supposed to be for meeting purposes, but we rarely used. The wheels of the cart squeaked behind me as I pushed open the door. I helped remove the food from the cart and placed it on the long table. Once everything was cleared, I stood with my hands on my hips, noticing just how much food there was. A variety of sandwiches, fruit, a veggie tray, pasta, two kinds of salads, bread, cookies and even a cake. And of course, no lunch would be complete without various cans of soda and bottles of water. Did we really need Ozarka, Fiji and Perrier?

“If you could just sign this, please,” I heard the man say, though he suddenly sounded far away. “Payment is all taken care of.”

Slowly taking the slip of paper from him, I signed my name once again.

“Enjoy your lunch,” he called as he pushed the squeaky cart out of the room.

“Holy shit!” I heard Lorelei’s voice exclaim behind me. I turned to see her standing in the doorway. “Who ordered catering?”

“Apparently Harry Styles did,” I shrugged.

“What?” Lorelei’s eyes popped as she stepped inside and walked to the table. She grabbed a strawberry from the fruit tray and took a generous bite. “Mmm! Oh my God, these are fresh!”

“Alright, lunch!” I heard another voice behind me declare. Terrance, one of our lead editors stepped around me to grab a fancy plastic plate, quickly filling it with sandwiches and fruit. “Did I miss the memo about a meeting or something?”

“No,” I shook my head. “Just a friendly gesture.”

“I’ll say,” Lorelei muttered under her breath. I shot her a look as I heard Terrance say thanks, apparently under the assumption it had been my own gesture.

As more employees got word of the free food and began to pile into the conference room, I took the opportunity to slip out, returning to my office and shutting the door. I sucked in my lips as I pulled open a drawer and grabbed a box cutter before I walked around the desk to the boxes that sat on the floor.

Easily tearing open the first box, I retrieved an envelope that sat just inside. It simply had my name printed on the front, but somehow, I knew it was his handwriting. I opened it hesitantly, pulling out a single piece of paper.

Dear Stacey -

I enjoyed meeting you Saturday. I read your book and it was excellent. I’m not exactly sure if we could “call it even” though, so I’m sending along some gifts for your daughters. I hope they enjoy them.

All the love. Harry.

P.S. The flowers are for you. x

I couldn’t have stopped the smile on my lips if I’d tried. Returning the letter to its envelope, I placed it next to the flowers on the desk. Inhaling deeply, I took in their aroma. Then I closed the box, not wanting to look inside just yet. I’d let the girls open it later and join in their glory.

When I made it back to the conference room, it was full of people and chatter. I smiled at Sonia from Accounting as I reached over and grabbed a plate.

“So, what is all this?” Lorelei whispered in my ear when I sat down and opened a water bottle.

I shrugged. “He was being nice.”

Lorelei glared at me. “Nice is buying our book and getting you another latte. This is something way more than nice.”

“He sent two boxes full of merch for Jaz and Em too,” I remarked before biting into a carrot. “And flowers for me.”

Although I wasn’t looking right at her, I could see Lorelei’s mouth form an ‘O’ out of the corner of my eye. I took a sip of my water and set it back on the table before she finally said my name.

“Stacey...” she began, “You’ve obviously made some sort of impression on him.”

Jabbing my plastic fork in my salad, I raised a brow. “And why wouldn’t I?”

Lorelei chuckled, dipping another strawberry in the fruit dip.

“Seriously though,” I said, “I think he just feels bad for knocking into me and making me spill my coffee. He’s very sweet.”

“Hmm,” Lorelei pursed her lips. “His mum raised him right.”

“Exactly.”

After filling my face with cake - Italian Creme, my favorite, how on earth did he know? - I took a quick bathroom break before heading back to my office. I tried my best to concentrate on the writing I’d planned to get done that day, but the mouthwatering scent of lilies and roses was making me light-headed. My fingers freezing over the keyboard, I debated whether or not to call the delivery company or the restaurant from which the food was catered to see if they could possibly give me a contact number for Harry Styles. But knowing who he was, the likelihood of that was slim to none.

By four o’clock I’d managed to get at least a handful of pages written, despite getting interrupted with other work that my job demanded, including a few random visits from Lorelei. I let out a huff as my phone rang on my desk once more, sure that I would have to answer a question with a simple yes or no.

“This is Stacey,” I voiced, though not in a pleasant way.

“Hi Stacey, this is Harry Styles, how are you?”

I literally felt my face soften as I sat back in my chair. “Hi, Harry. I’m wonderful, thank you.”

“Good, I trust you got everything I sent?”

I could hear the smile in his voice, which made me picture his dimples, which in turn made me smile.

“Yes,” I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I did this a lot. I took a mental note. “I want to thank you, Harry, this is just...too kind. And completely unnecessary, I-”

“Nonsense,” he insisted. “It’s my pleasure.”

“Hmm,” I sounded, biting my lip. “Well, I can’t thank you enough. The girls are gonna go nuts tonight when I take these boxes home.”

“I’m glad,” Harry chuckled. “Speaking of tonight...um...I’m still in Houston until tomorrow. I was wondering if you’d like to join me for dinner.”

“Oh...I-” I stumbled. “Um...tonight?”

I heard a small giggle before he said, “Yeah.”

“Oh, I’d...I’d love to Harry, but-”

“But what?”

I couldn’t help but feel a tingle on my skin at the sound of him saying “what”, not quite pronouncing the T at the end. He was so adorable and charming. And he was honest to goodness asking me out to dinner. Like a date. Suddenly, I couldn’t think of an excuse as to why I couldn’t go.

“But nothing,” I surrendered with a sigh. “I’d love to have dinner.”

“Great,” Harry replied. “There seems to be a lovely Italian restaurant across from my hotel. Do you like Italian?”

“Love it,” I commented.

“Wonderful. Shall I come pick you up or…”

“Oh no, Harry,” I interrupted. “I actually live outside of the city. It would be silly for you go out of your way and then come all the way back.”

“Honestly, it’s no trouble. I can send a car-”

“Please, no,” I argued. “I can meet you there, it’s fine.”

“Stacey…” Harry said, his voice gentle yet firm. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?”

A tiny sound escaped my lips as I nodded with the phone to my ear. “Okay.”

I gave Harry my address and we made plans for him to meet me at my apartment at 7:30. Even though I still thought it was a bit much, I didn’t want to come off rude since he was being so gracious. I gave him my cell number and by the time I hung up, I was nearly giddy with excitement, though I was trying my best to contain it.

“Lorelei,” I practically whispered when I rang her office. “Get in here.”

“What is it?” she pranced into the room ten seconds later, her heels clicking.

“We’re having dinner,” I muttered.

“We who, you and me?”

I shook my head. “Harry just called me.”

Lorelei raised her brows as a grin slowly spread across her face. In her typical fashion, she perched herself on the edge of my desk.

“What did I tell you?”

“Okay, so maybe he’s not just trying to pay for my blazer,” I remarked, feeling myself blushing.

“Please,” she smirked. “These flowers alone cost more than that Macy’s reject.” She leaned forward to inspect the fragrance. “Do you need me to babysit?”

“Oh my God, Lor, would you?”

“Of course,” she nodded. “I love your girls, and they love me.”

“You’re amazing, thank you.”

She beamed at me as she climbed off the desk. She knew how much I hated to ask my mother. Not that she didn’t ever watch my kids for me. She was just very good at making me feel like I was putting her out when I asked. Especially if it was last minute.

“So what are you gonna wear tonight?” Lorelei inquired. “I suggest something dark brown.”

“Bite me,” I sneered.

Lorelei chuckled, tossing her blonde locks over her shoulder. “Joking my dear. But I do think that black number you wore to the New Years party would knock his socks off.”

“Lor, that’s too fancy,” I crinkled my nose.

“Are you going to McDonald’s?”

I laughed. “No, but it’s not exactly a disco ball affair either. Maybe something a little less revealing.”

“Okay but…” she sighed, “please promise me you won’t go looking like you just came from a PTA meeting.”

I held my hands up. “I promise.”

I must’ve heard at least ten “oh my god”s in the last five minutes, and we weren’t even through the first box yet. Emery was the happiest nine-year-old I’d ever seen going through the items that Harry had sent. Jasmine was smiling big too, sometimes saying his name when she recognized his face on the merchandise.

I had to admit, I was pretty darn excited about the stuff too. His album wasn’t being officially released until the next Friday, but he’d sent copies for each of the girls and signed them, along with promo photos, posters, hats, bracelets, tote bags, keychains, and lots of other goodies.

When we tore into the second box, Emery was in heaven. It was all One Direction merch, from various stages of their career. I chuckled as she held a small pillow to her face. I kissed her on the cheek and told her I needed to start getting ready.

I was applying my lipstick when the doorbell rang, alerting me of Lorelei’s arrival. Emery shouted her announcement that she’d get it and within seconds I heard a squeal of delight. I walked into the living room just as Emery was pulling on Lorelei’s arm, guiding her to the boxes.

“He sent this all to me!” she exclaimed. “Well, to me and Jasmine.”

“I see!” said Lorelei as she sat down on the couch, her eyes wide. “Wow!” When I giggled, she lifted her head to see me. “Speaking of wow…”

“Is this okay?” I shrugged. I’d chosen an aqua blue dress that I rarely wore because I felt like it was too nice for work. I’d actually forgotten I had it until I dug through my closet and found it in the back.

“Definitely,” Lorelei nodded. “You look gorgeous.”

“Mommy, you’re so pretty!” Emery danced to me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Thank you, baby,” I kissed her forehead. “Be good for Lorelei, okay?”

She nodded before skipping back to her boxes. I hadn’t told her Harry was coming. I wanted it to be a surprise. I’d only told her I was going out.

“Are you nervous?” I heard Lorelei ask in a whisper.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” I nodded.

Lorelei laughed. “C’mon, you got this. You’re awesome. Just don’t spill your wine and you’re good.”

“Thanks for the pep talk,” I rolled my eyes.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Fuck, he’s here,” I jumped.

“And early,” Lorelei raised her brows as she inspected her watch. “Nice.”

“Emery, you wanna answer the door for me?”

“Sure,” she shrugged, getting up from the floor. I sucked in my lips from the anticipation of her reaction, as well as my own nerves. Emery swung the door open, stopping frozen in her tracks, her arms out to her sides. “What in the…”

I giggled, covering my mouth with my hand. Emery’s mouth, however was wide open as she stared at Harry on the other side of the door frame.

“Hi!” he greeted. “Are you Emery?”

I saw her little chest puff up as she took in a deep breath and held it for a second before letting it out. “Oh...my...God!”

Harry laughed, an adorable crinkle by his eyes. I stepped up behind Emery, placing my hands on her shoulders.

“Harry, this is my youngest, Emery, who happens to be your biggest fan. And a little tongue tied right now.”

“Hello, Emery,” said Harry, extending his hand. “Lovely to meet you.”

Still a statue, I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I think it would be okay if you gave him a hug.”

In one split second, Emery stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Harry’s torso. She squeezed tight, the same way she usually hugged me. Sometimes her affectionate nature overwhelmed me. Harry didn’t seem to mind in the least as he hugged her back. I smiled at the sight of them, and it made my heart swell.

“Alright, Em,” I commented, “Let’s let Harry get inside.”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” she giggled, stepping back.

I playfully mussed her hair as Harry crossed the threshold and I shut the door behind him.

“Hi,” he whispered as he stood next to me.

I grinned as I looked at him. He looked really handsome in a purple button-down and black jacket, black jeans and boots making his legs look even longer than necessary.

“Hi,” I whispered back.

“You look beauti-”

“Nooooooo!”

I jerked my head toward the loud and unfortunately familiar sound.

“Stacey!” called Lorelei as she emerged from Jasmine’s room. I hadn’t even noticed she’d left the living room. “I think she’s having another one.”

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath as I made my way to the other side of the apartment.

“Noooooo!” Jasmine screamed again.

“What’s going on?” I heard Harry ask, but I was already to the doorway.

“My sister’s having a seizure,” Emery informed him softly.

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” I tried to assure Jasmine as I walked around her bed to get to her. She was having spasms, her body jerking uncontrollably. I sat next to her, rubbing her back.

“Noooooo!”

I held her hand with my other one until she glared at me angrily. She tried to get up from the bed, but I knew that wasn’t a good idea.

“Jaz, you have to stay on the bed,” I instructed. “I don’t want you to fall.”

“Mommy!” she cried, bringing tears to my eyes. “Go!”

I knew she wasn’t really telling me to go. She was telling the seizure to go. She didn’t want it to happen.

“I’m sorry, should I call 9-1-1?”

I looked up to see Harry in the doorway, a worried look on his face. Only my child could have made me momentarily forget his presence.

“No,” I shook my head. “It’ll be okay.”

“She has seizures from time to time,” Lorelei explained quietly.

“She might not even have one,” I commented as I continued to rub my daughter’s back. “She fights them off a lot.”

Jasmine continued to jerk, though her screaming had subsided. Her eyes were wide as she stared ahead.

“It’s okay, baby,” I murmured.

With one more jerk, Jasmine’s eyes rolled back, and her body froze. I laid her back on the bed, onto her side as she blew out hard breaths from her lips. I held onto her as I secretly cursed God for making my daughter go through this. After a minute or two, I said her name, making sure she could hear me. Her eyes fluttered open but quickly shut.

“Here ya go,” I heard behind me. I turned to see Harry holding a wet washcloth from the bathroom.

“Thanks,” I muttered, taking it from him. I wiped the drool and drops of blood from around my daughter’s mouth. She was still breathing heavily, but at least I knew the seizure was over.

I laid beside her, pushing her damp hair from her face and kissing her cheek. Then I ran my hand up and down her arm to soothe her.

“Go to sleep,” I heard Jasmine declare.

“You’re ready to go to sleep?” I inquired.

“Yes.”

I kissed her forehead one last time before rising from the bed, recognizing that Harry had left the room. Then I whispered goodnight and turned out the light.

Emery met me halfway with a hug. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, baby,” I assured her.

My eyes met Harry’s then as he sat on the sofa next to Lorelei. He stood and walked over to me when Emery released me.

“I’m so sorry,” I told him.

He looked taken back as he placed his hands on my upper arms. “What for?”

“For...this,” I held out my arms. “I’m sure it’s not what you were expecting to walk into.”

“Stacey,” he said, his eyes focused on mine, “you never have to apologize. You’re her mother.”

I felt a single tear trickle down my cheek and my body began to tremble. I wasn’t sure if it was the emotional turmoil of what I’d just had to go through, or the extremely close vicinity which Harry stood before me, but when another tear began to fall, I didn’t stop it. He took me in his arms then and I fell against him, sobbing. He remained silent as he rubbed my back, just as I had rubbed Jasmine’s.

“Don’t cry, Mommy,” I heard Emery say.

I felt her hug me from behind just as Harry pulled back to look at me. His hand cupped my cheek while his thumb wiped away a tear.

“Um...I really am sorry about this,” I declared.

“I already said-”

“I mean tonight,” I interrupted. “Our date. I just...I don’t think I could leave her now.”

“I understand,” Harry nodded.

“Oh, you guys can still go out!” Lorelei called from the couch. “I doubt she’s gonna have another one, and even if she does, I can handle it.”

“Thanks, Lor, but I’d just feel more comfortable if I stayed.”

Lorelei held up her hands. “Say no more.” She rose from the sofa and grabbed her bag and keys. “Great to see you again, Harry.”

“You too, Lorelei,” he nodded with a wave.

“Get to bed, princess,” she instructed when Emery ran to give her a hug.

When the door shut behind her, I looked at Harry, embarrassment setting in. Then I quickly shifted my focus to Emery.

“C’mon, monkey,” I said. “Time for bed.”

Emery groaned, dropping her shoulders and turning for her bedroom.

“Goodnight, Emery,” called Harry.

My nine year old swiftly twirled around and ran back to Harry, giving him an even tighter squeeze than before. I raised my brows at him as I peeled her away from him, but he just chuckled and knelt down.

“Hey,” he said, pointing to his cheek. “Right here.”

Emery beamed at him before planting a kiss on his cheek, then wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Goodnight, Harry,” she whispered.

When she finally let go, I followed her to her room and tucked her into bed. Then turning out the light and shutting the door, I walked back to the living room.

“She’s a hugger, that one,” remarked Harry.

I giggled. “Just a little.”

“You have beautiful kids, Stacey. You should be proud.”

I smiled. “Thank you. I am very proud of them. But not so much myself.”

“What do you mean?”

I sucked in my lips as I sat on the couch next to him. “Sometimes I think I’m a terrible mother.”

“What?” Harry raised his brows in question. “Why would you think that?”

I looked down at my lap, pretending to straighten my dress. “Well…” I swallowed, “Like with Jasmine. She’s Autistic and she has seizures. She’s pretty much non-vocal. She talks a little, but it’s usually just to tell you what she wants. You can’t really have conversations with her. Sometimes I feel…”

My words trailed off as I felt my throat start to close up.

“You feel what?”

“I feel like I did something to deserve this,” I choked.

I wasn’t looking at him. I couldn’t look at him. Not when I confessed something like that. He had to be wondering what in the hell he’d gotten himself into. One date - not even a date - and I was already an emotional mess.

His hand came into view and covered mine in my lap. Then he threaded his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it. I finally looked up at him then, his eyes filled with kindness.

“You’re an amazing mum, Stacey” he declared. “I won’t allow you to think you’re not. And none of this is your fault, got that?”

I blinked and nodded slowly. He squeezed my hand then but didn’t let go. His eyes stayed on my face until I sighed, and I gazed around the room.

“So tell me more about your book,” I heard Harry request.

“Oh,” I blushed for some reason. “Like what?”

“Like how and when you started it. Writing with Lorelei. Have you known her a long time?”

“Well, Lorelei moved here from New York. She was a writer too, but neither of us had ever had anything published. After a long day at work, we went out for drinks and started talking about maybe writing something together. We spent the next few days brainstorming and decided we definitely wanted to give it a try. Two years later, and...here we are.”

“Two years?” Harry raised a brow.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I was going through a divorce then, so it took a while to even get started. I’d write some in my free time, but it seemed that free time was getting thinner and thinner. Lorelei would write a lot, but she’d slow down, feeling a little guilty that I couldn’t keep up. We put it on hiatus for a couple months until my divorce was final, then we picked it back up and wrote with a vengeance. When it was done, it still took a while to get through editing and publishing.”

“I see,” Harry nodded. “Well, it’s a really great book, Stacey.”

“You read it?”

“Of course, I told you I did. In the note.”

“I thought maybe you were just being nice. I mean, you actually read the whole thing?” I asked.

Harry chuckled. “You don’t believe me?”

“No, it’s not that, I-”

“Stacey,” Harry interrupted, leaning forward, his eyes demanding me to look at him. “I read your book. In one night, in fact. And I loved it.”

I was stunned. I couldn’t move. If it wasn’t for my chest rising and falling, I would have questioned whether or not I was breathing. My lips parted to say something, but all I could manage was “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he nodded.

I stared at his face a little longer, more than necessary in fact, and I suddenly got chills all over. Lord have mercy, he was good looking. Shaking my head, I suddenly recalled our original mission.

“Shit, we were gonna go to dinner,” I groaned. “And I don’t think I have anything here other than leftovers.”

Harry shrugged. “No worries.”

“You’re probably hungry,” I said, crinkling my nose. “Nothing around here delivers except pizza.”

“I’m fine with that.”

I made a face. “Really?”

Harry nodded with a grin. “I just wanted to have dinner with you, love. I didn’t care where.”

I probably looked like a fool the way I stared at him. Who was this guy? Was he for real? His smile grew, his dimple dipping in his cheek and I felt my face get warm. Quickly, I cleared my throat, releasing my hand from his grip.

“Pizza it is.”

“I have a question, Stacey,” Harry spoke softly while we sat at my dining table.

I loved how he said my name. He said it with determination, yet it slipped from his tongue like honey. And the way he looked at me when he spoke to me made me feel important.

“Okay,” I raised my brows as I eyed him across the table.

“In The Loving Kind, had Gavin not told Melissa to leave and go back to Louisiana, do you think they would have stayed together?”

I smiled at him, reaching for my glass of water. “What do you think?”

“I asked you first,” Harry smirked.

I shook my head. “See, that’s the whole point, Harry. It’s open to interpretation. Although there was closure at the end, it’s still sort of a cliffhanger. The big what if.”

“I think it depends on the reader’s idea of Melissa, too,” Harry remarked.

“How do you figure?”

“Well,” Harry paused, taking a swig of water and setting down his glass, “if the reader thinks Melissa is the one the title refers to, they probably would assume yes, she would have stayed in New York and tried to make it work. But perhaps Melissa is not ‘the loving kind’.”

“Hmm,” I sounded, leaning forward, my hands folded underneath my chin.

“Maybe the title refers to Gavin. Not necessarily that he’s ‘the loving kind’ either, but that Melissa was hoping he would be. And in the end, she realized it was all her perception of him, and that him telling her to go was the answer she was seeking, the closure to finally turn and walk away.”

I stared at him for a while, a grin slowly spreading across my face.

“Harry Styles, you astound me.”

He copied my smile, sitting back in his chair. I changed the focus of conversation to him then, telling him I enjoyed his acting in the movie he’d been in recently. He told me how much of a thrill it was to work with Christopher Nolan, and how he got several movie offers since then, but for now he was focusing on his music before choosing his next movie role.

I opened a bottle of wine I’d forgotten I had and before I knew it, it was nearly midnight. The time had seemed to fly by, and I was having a great time just chatting with Harry. He was so charming and witty.

“Oh my god, Harry!” I exclaimed as I rose from my chair to walk to the curtains in the living room. “You took a car service here!”

I looked out the window as if I could even find the car below. Harry chuckled.

“Relax, love, I called them hours ago.”

“Oh,” I turned back to face him.

“Come, sit with me,” he said, gesturing to the sofa.

Harry sat on the end, his glass of wine in his hand. I sat on the other. He raised a brow and then giggled.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you far enough away?” he quipped, beckoning me with his finger.

This time I knew I was blushing. “Sorry.”

When I scooted closer to him, he laid his arm across the back of the couch and turned slightly to face me.

“How long were you married?” Harry inquired.

I glared at him. “Seriously? We’re gonna talk about that?”

Harry shrugged. “I wanna know you, Stacey.”

I let out a slow sigh. “Okay. Um...we were together for sixteen years, but officially married for six.”

“Oh,” said Harry, not seeming the least bit turned off by that knowledge. “What does your ex husband do?”

I frowned. “He’s a music teacher.”

“How did you meet?”

I sighed once more. I was really uncomfortable. “At a concert. Do we really have to talk about this?”

“Oh, so you’re a music lover too?”

I beamed at him. “Yes. Very much. Before I met my ex, my dream was to be a singer.”

“Really?” Harry inquired. “You sing?”

“Mmm, mostly just in the shower and the car nowadays, but yeah.”

“Ah, okay, I knew I’d find it,” Harry remarked, sitting back.

“Find what?”

“Something else that makes your face light up like that.”

I stared at him. “Like what?”

“Just like that,” he pointed to my smile. “I’ve seen it four times now.”

“What were the other three?” I asked curiously.

“Well, when you talk about your kids. Kind of obvious. And when you talk about your book. And now music.”

“That’s only three,” I remarked. “What’s the fourth?”

Harry smirked, pulling his arm from behind the couch. “I’ll tell you later,” he said as he stood and walked to the bathroom.

I took the empty wine glasses to the kitchen, setting them in the sink. I leaned against the counter, grinning stupidly to myself. This young man had some sort of effect on me. I felt giddy, little butterflies in my stomach. I lifted my head when Harry returned, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“So are you gonna tell me?” I begged, rounding the counter.

“Tell you what?”

“The fourth thing!”

Harry chuckled. “You really wanna know?”

“Yes, dammit!”

This made Harry laugh harder. His adorable smile made me give one in return even though I was trying not to.

“No,” he shook his head. “I think I’ll keep you guessing.”

“You’re mean,” I pouted, crossing my arms.

“C’mere, Stacey,” he insisted, pulling me to him, his voice low and his tone now serious. “I have to say goodbye now. My car’s here.”

I bit my bottom lip. Although I knew this time would come, I didn’t want the night to end. I hadn’t enjoyed a man’s company this much in a really long time. He was sweet and comforting. And heaven help me, I was attracted to him.

Harry seemed to study my face for a minute, his green eyes making me shiver. Sliding his hand under my ear, he tilted his head slightly and leaned in to kiss me. His lips were soft, brushing mine lightly at first before adding more pressure.

Something hit me in that moment. Truth. Realization that I probably would never see this man again. So, I got brave and kissed him back. I grabbed the front of his shirt before slipping my hands up his chest and around his neck. A tiny sound escaped his throat as I kissed him deeper, allowing our tongues to meet. I tasted the wine, and I felt my entire body melt down to my toes.

“Mmm,” he sounded when our lips parted and he rested his forehead against mine. “That was nice.”

I merely nodded, my vocal chords betraying me. Harry dragged his teeth across his bottom lip and released his hands from me.

“I gotta go, Stacey,” he whispered.

“I know.”

“Goodnight, love,” he added, giving me one last kiss.

He grabbed his jacket from the nearby chair, and I walked him to the door.

“Goodnight, Harry,” I smiled. “Thank you...for tonight. And everything.”

I watched him leave down the stairs to the parking lot below where a huge car was waiting for him. He turned and waved once more before getting in.

Shutting the door, I felt a sudden emptiness. It was like Harry was the sun and he had come in and brightened my home. And now he was gone.

After getting ready for bed, I was just about to crawl under the covers when I remembered I’d left my phone in my bag on the counter. Retrieving it, I noticed I had two new texts from a number I didn’t recognize. But I knew immediately from whom they were. Before reading them, I saved the number in my contacts, simply under Harry. Then I opened the texts, the biggest smile spreading across my face as I walked back to the bedroom.

So the fourth thing - when you look at me.

Sweet dreams, Stacey. Tonight was lovely. x H.

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Summary: You recently got a new puppy, and Mikey loves him alot. like, alot.

Warnings: None!

Requested: Nope!

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"Dang it, Bear, get over here!"

You let out a huff as you chased your new german shepard puppy down the hallway of your apartment. Bear had been a total sweetheart on day 1, but now that he had gotten used to his new home, he's as energetic as your friggin boyfriend.

You had wanted a pet for a while, and actually intended on getting a cat, but the moment you saw Bear at the shelter, you knew you had to take him home.

With a huff, you cornered the puppy. The little menace was wagging his tail, your phone in his mouth. As quickly as you could, you snatched him up off the ground, taking the phone from his mouth.

"Bad doggy, we don't take peoples stuff."

Bear whined, looking at you with those adorable maple eyes.

"My goodness, I can't stay mad at you, can I? you are just like your dad." you sigh, putting Bear down on the couch, you handed him one of his squeaky toys.

You checked over your phone, grimacing at the drool all over the screen. Grabbing some tissues from the coffee table, you did your best to wipe the drool from the screen.

A ping sounded from your phone, letting you know you had just received a text. You opened the message from your boyfriend,

Orange Crush: Omw Anglecakes!

(Nickname): See u soon babe!

You looked down at Bear, who had stopped chewing his toy in favor of staring at you with his big happy eyes, and his tounge hanging from his mouth.

You giggled, picking up the puppy, you spoke in a high pitched baby voice, "Guess what, Bear? Daddy's on his way! are you so excited? you are?"

Bear wagged his tail faster, licking your face as you giggled. You walked the two of you into the kitchen, setting Bear down on the lanolium floor. You pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer, then turned on the oven to pre-heat.

Bear started to bark excitedly, spinning around, as you heard a knock from the window in the living room.

You run over and unlatch the window, with Bear jumping excitedly behind you as Mikey enters your apartment.

"Hey there, babe." he greets, giving you a peck on the lips, before turning away and holding out his arms for Bear, "Where's my little guy?"

Bear barked, jumping into Mikey's arms excitedly. You giggled and shook your head, the two where just too cute. "How long are you staying over, babe?" you asked, walking into the kitchen to put the pizza in the oven.

"I was hoping to stay the night, sound fine to you?"

You nodded, leaning on the counter as Mikey walked into the kitchen holding Bear, "Sounds perfectly fine to me. Then you can help me bathe Bear."

"Wait really? I get to help? Awsome! You hear that, Bear, it's bath time little dude!"

You laughed, patting Mikey's arm, "Chill out, Mikey. we can give him a bath after pizza."

Mikey nodded with his usual smile, taking Bear into the living room, "Let's go play tug of war! where's your rope? huh, Bear? where's your rope."

"Don't pull on the rope to hard, babe! you could hurt his little puppy teeth." you call over your shoulder, starting to clean the dishes from earlier that day.

"I know, Anglecakes! trust me I'm a professional!"

"Mikey, that's what you said when you tried to land a flip off my fire-escape. Then you busted your face on the sidewalk."

"That was one time!"

You laugh, and place the final clean dish on thr drying rack. Still chuckling you walk into the living room, plopping down on the couch, watching your boyfriend and dog tug back and forth on Bear's bright orange rope. (Mikey had insisted it be orange, since, "Orange is the superior color!")

Bear started to lead Mikey in circles around the coffee table, doing his best to get the large turtle to drop the rope. Mikey was doing a good job at keeping up, until Bear jerked the rope, causing Mikey to lose his grip. Bear took off running down the hall, rope in his mouth.

Mikey was just aboit to chase after him, when the small dog tripped over the large rope. Both you and Mikey laughed at the look of utter confusion on his face.

The poor thing had zero idea how he had tripped, and he looked all around, trying to find the culprit.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head, and you smiled, "Oh, my poor baby!" you cooed as you picked up Bear, "Oh, it's ok. oh, poor Bear."

Bear looked up at you, then at Mikey, then back at you, then started to give little whines. Now Mikey was confused. You tried your hardest not to laugh at the absolute dramatic show Bear was giving, as you continued to coo at him.

The oven dinged, taking your attention from the faker you were holding. Passing Bear to a still confused Mikey, you rushed into the kitchen to get the pizza from the oven.

After cutting the pizza into slices, you called out to Mikey, "Food's done!"

Mikey and Bear came racing into the kitchen, Bear sitting down next to his bowls, waiting for you to fill them. Once you did, Bear tail wagged happily as he began to eat.

After dinner, you and Mikey gave Bear his promised bath. Then with worn out puppy, and an even more worn out turtle, the three of you layed in your bed, Bear curled up in between the two of you. You gave Mikey a kiss, "G'night babe."

"Night Anglecakes."

#tmnt #x reader #tmnt x reader #mikey x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2014 x reader #tmnt 2016 #mikey tmnt 2016 #2016 mikey #mikey x reader tmnt 2014 #bayverse tmnt x reader #bayverse mikey

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hangeslefteye · 1 year

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Okay so you officially converted me to a Porco lovergirl so thanks for that, I already went through like 95% of the Porco content and now we need to make more hahah. I saw your mafia AU post and would submit for your consideration:

And you are someone who takes care of Porco when he gets roughed up (poor guy can’t catch a break w the family? Or maybe he’s in an underground boxing ring for more cash?). But you doesn’t know what Porco does or that he’s involved in the mafia! You just knows that he’s kind of an ass lmao.

But maybe Porco bites off more than he can chew and he’s pissed off some important people. And he visits you (idk you work at a bookstore or a cafe or flower shop, something SO CLICHE but I love it) and when he gets there you’re talking to someone and

it’s Reiner

And his blood runs cold, or maybe his heart stops beating all together. And you’re just like “oh! Hey Porco! I’m just helping him find a book I’ll be right with you!”

And he’s frozen. Would the family really send Reiner to kill you, just to get back at him? Or is this a coincidence? A warning? And he realizes that he needs to do everything in his power to protect you at all costs

Aaaah this inspired me so much I had to write despite my terrible English I hope I did an alright job thanks @scumbagjaeger so much for this great idea <3 but I kindaaaa bended it when writing :D I hope you like it <3 Also Reiner kindaaaa stole the show :D

I listened LP-other people for 79678659 times when writing so it went kindaaa angsty :D

Characters:(Reader,Porco,Reiner,Marcel,Pieck)!Mafia au

Word count:1.2k

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As the suffocating air of dust and smoke filled your lungs you bent down to pick up the broken pieces of glass,remembrance of the loud night in the now empty pub.You never knew why this place drowned you this much,especially today,so you picked up your pace to go home early.

But when you heard the squeaky sound of door opening you understood this wasn't happening.You yelled without lifting your head ''We are closing''to an unwanted customer but you heard the drunken steps making their way in anyways.

''Even for me?''

You instantly lifted your head up when you heard the familiar voice of Porco,a loyal customer of this old pub.

But when you looked up he looked nothing like the one you know.His clothings were disheveled and torn like he was attacked by a pack of wolves.Droplets of blood from his nose were making their way down to his chin,to his white shirt.Only familiar thing was his usual smirk as he held his arms open.

You sighed and got up hastily to pick him up.Considering he couldn't walk straight it was already a miracle that he managed to drag himself here.''Tough night?''you asked while you pulled him to an empty chair.''As usual''he hissed when he laid his head back.You knew his reckless apetite for fight nights ,he came to your place countless of times to get patched afterwards but he was never this beaten up before.

You wetted a clean towel and grabbed a bottle before you made your way back to almost dead man.You began to clean the blood dripping down his chin and neck in silence as he tried to light up a cigarette with his shaking hands.You snatched the cigarette and the lighter from his hands harsly.

You hated how he came here so often like a torn stray cat and none of you actually talked about it.You lighted the cigarette for yourself and took a deep breath.''Who did that to you?''you broke the silence while you kept cleaning the shreded skin on his cheekbone.

''Nobody in particular''

''Really?''

''Does that matter?''

''Does it?''you had a very solid guess.

''Not anymore''he mumbled and closed his eyes.

''They figured it out huh?''you asked casually but you were terrified of the answer.You were one of the two people that knew he was stealing from his 'family' for a while now but you doubted if it was always going to be that way.

''Wha- No! of course not.''he jolted awake as he understood what you meant.Even the possibility seemed to terrify him.

You sighed in relief and held his head to lay it back to the chair.''İf they did they wouldn't let me inhale an another breath anyways.''he smiled bitterly.

You couldn't stand seeing him like this let alone him casually talking about his death?This was your last sanity.''Then who else Porco? Who else have you allowed to beat you up like this?!''you yelled with your trembling voice while you waved the bloody towel to his face.

He opened his mouth to speak up but closed it back again so you gave up and kept cleaning the remaining blood on his eyebrow silently but you were stopped after a while when he suddenly gripped your wrists harsly.You expectantly looked back at his squinted hazel eyes.

''Marcel''he managed to drag out in between his gritted teeth.

Your eyes grew big with shock.Marcel?Of all people?His brother that sabotaged both Porco and the 'family' so his little brother won't be a soldier?

A dagger sank into your heart with realisation.You were hearing rumors about both Porco and Marcel crushing on the same escort,Pieck.You never had the courage to ask if it was true or not but now the crystal clear truth was right before your eyes.

''I'll kill him until dawn''

You snapped back to Porco instantly.His once dreamy hazel eyes were filled with grudge and rage now.

''He'll know I was always better than him.Everybody will know''he gulped a sob that was about to escape from his lips but his tears were already rolling from his cheeks.

You looked at him dumbfoundedly as he kept repeating 'I'll kill him' like he was trying to convince himself to do it,all while he unconsciously kept gripping your wrists hard enough to hurt.But you were too gone to feel anything as your heart sunk with jealousy when you thought of the reason that made everything so miserable.

Afterall Porco really was a stray cat.When things were alright he went to whoever he loved the most but when he was hurt he always came back to you,who loved him the most.Realisation of your love was never going to be returned began to burn your eyes.

Your thoughts were silenced by a thundering noise while you felt something passing by your ear.Before you understood what's going on you were knocked onto ground by Porco.

You acknowledged the gunshots and unpredictable bullets as they kept coming.You heard Porco's panicked curses among the sound of bullets tearing down the bar behind you two.Glass pieces were raining down onto Porco's back as the bottles got smashed into crumbs.

When the firing stopped you barely heard Porco saying''Are you alright?!''but when he realised you were too shaken to answer he roamed his hands around your upper body to make sure you were not wounded.Finally you gave him a shaky ''Y-yeah''but you were anything but alright.His eyes snapped back to where bullets were coming from.

Following his direction you saw a tall blonde man dressed up in black.He had two silvery pistols.He took his black goggles off when he made his way down the stairs and you saw his cold amber eyes shining.

''Looks like I've missed''he said casually as he looked you two up and down.

You looked back to see some bullets stuck into the wall behind and broken bottles of whatever.The entire place looked like someone blasted a hand generade inside.He shot anything but you two.

''Braun?! What the fuck were you doing?!''You fully came back to your senses when you heard Porco's scream.

''Business,as usual''

''By killing us!?''

''Exactly''

With his last word your blood ran cold, you figured out this is what they have done to other strays.

''They know Porco''blond man kept talking since Porco was frozen on the spot.''They sent me here to kill you''

''How?''you heard the tremble in Porco's voice as he waited for the expected answer.

''Marcel told them''

You saw Porco's bitter smile right before he closed his eyes.As if he wasn't the same guy from five minutes ago that kept talking about killing his own brother.Marcel actually making a move to kill him seemed to shock him as much as it did to you.

''What happened to your no women no kids policy?''he asked casually like he has embraced his incoming death.

''No women if not specified''blonde man corrected him sharply.

''What do you mean asshole?Why would they want her dead too?!''Porco opened his eyes in anger and looked back at you.

''Well,actually it was only her when I came here.Since they thought you would be out of city already.''

''What makes them think so?''

''Me''he said firmly as he glanced at Porco, you could see his amber eyes shining with a feral warning. ''And you did,with her.You passed the city border at midnight and nobody saw you ever since.''you saw him smashing one of his guns onto his chest.Porco's eyes grew big before he nodded and took the silvery pistol like a scolded kid.İt was a silent agreement inbetween him and his reaper.

He hastily walked back to you to get you up and held your arm as he dragged you to the backdoor.

''Let's get out of here''you heard him mumbling when he opened the door for you two stray cats now.

For mentioned mafia au (All aot characters)

#attack on titan #reiner braun #porco galliard #marcel galliard #porco x reader #reiner x reader #reiner brainrot #pieck finger #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #porco snk #porco aot #porco x reiner #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard x you

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imaginesforeveryone · 3 months

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UFC Girl (Part 1)

Pairing: Nate Diaz x Y/N Description: You had recently come into the light of being part of the UFC girls, that pretty much stood there and looked pretty. Even though you have been training about 80% of your life to be a fighter, this could be your step into the UFC world, and a step closer to Dana white. But, along the way, you meet the wild, give no fuck, Stockton Slugger, Nate Diaz. Warnings:language, angst, smoking weed, alcohol, anxiety

Standing in your hotel room right smack dab in the middle of Las Vegas, in font of the body mirror, you adjusted your shorts a little, and then your sports bra.

I look stupid

You thought to yourself as you wore the super revealing clothes, but at least the training has paid off in your favor and don't look terrible in the costume.

"5 minutes ladies! 5 minutes!" You heard the event coordinator yell down the hallway letting everyone know they had to be in the lobby, and on the bus in 5 minutes. You adjusted your hair, and gave your make up a once over, before grabbing your UFC track jacket and zipped it up. Looking once more, you rolled your eyes and scoffed and left the room.

"Y/N!" You heard a loud squeaky voice calling.

"Aren't you excited?" The girl with long blonde hair, big tits, and a perfect smile said. Or as you would call her, Jenny, your best friend.

"Eh, I guess." You said as she interlocked her arm in yours. You two were complete opposites, but have been at each others side since elementary school.

"Listen, I know this isn't what you wanted to do in the UFC, but it's a step towards it. You will get there, I've watched you my whole life and you don't let anything get in your way." She said as you two and a few other girls entered the elevator.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." You said with a slight smile.

"We'll have fun, and I heard there's an after party up on the top floor in the pent house. So we'll have fun tonight, probably sleep all day tomorrow on the off day, deal with the hangover, then its fight day, and we all know thats what you really want to see." She said raising an eyebrow. The elevator opened and you all walked out meeting the coordinator by the front door in the lobby.

"Nate Diaz is literally your favorite fighter, and you cant hide it from me so I know you are excited for that." She said in a whisper.

Not only was he your favorite fighter, but he's hot as fuck. His floor work is amazing, and those strikes always land. Might of had a bit of a crush on him, but also you looked up to him in the fighting sense.

"alright ladies, tonight is the weigh in. 5 of you were hand picked by Dana to stand on stage, and the rest will stand else where. So can I have, Stacy, Jessica, Hailey, Jenny, and Y/N come up here please." The coordinator said. You and Jenny looked at each other in shock because this was your guys first event and you got chose over veteran girls.

"You 5 will be going in the transit that is parked out back by the fighters buses. You have to enter where they enter and there will be someone there to put you where you need to go when you get there." He explained quickly and then the 5 of you went to the back entrance to get in your transit.

You stood mingling with Jenny and the rest of the girls while you waited. You heard the door behind you but didn't turn around and look.

"Y/n...." Jenny said looking passed you.

"what?" You said looking at her confused. She just raised and eyebrow, looked at you and then looked back passed you. With a confused look on your face, you turned and saw why she was being weird.

"Oh my god." You whispered turning back to her, then turning back around. It was Nate, you looked at him in awe. Only a few feet from you, the best fighter you've ever seen, also probably the hottest. He sparked up a joint and you watched as he did so. Slowly his eyes scanned all the girls and then for some reason, locked with yours. He gave you his signature smile, making you turn around back to Jenny.

"OMG, OMG, OMG." She silently yelled.

"Alright ladies, let's get a move on it." You heard a women say ushering you to the transit van. Piling in one by one, and you being he last, before the door could close, you and Nate locked eyes again, but was cut off quickly by the door closing.

"Y/N, you have to say something to him next time you see him." Jenny said scooting close to you.

"I cant, he doesn't know me. I'm a nobody. Just a girl with tits, an ass, in small clothes, thats all he cares about." You said leaning back in your seat.

"Stop it. Just do it and stop being a pussy." She said scoffing and then pouting. It was about a 10 minutes drive to the arena, but pulling up finally, you all got out of the van and entered into the arena.

"Okay girls, now we are going to head the the main stage and we wait side stage till it's time. Only about 5 minutes till it starts. Remember, if they start fighting, just move back and just stay out of the way." She explained quickly as you all walked to the side stage. All the girls took their sweatshirts off and gave them to her. Jenny looked you over fixing any little imperfections that were needed and you did the same for her. Those 5 minutes felt like a minutes as you were being ushered onto the stage quickly being the first people up there. Smiling as you were instructed to trying not to have the resting bitch face you normally had. Still mingling every once in awhile with the girls, but then you saw Dana, and Joe walk out onto stage together and the place erupted. Dana smiling at you girls as he walked passed. Going through all the prelim fights and their weigh in felt like forever but not to bad. You were excited to see these people fight.

"And now for the main event ladies and gentleman! In the Welterweight division, Nate Diaz Vs. Tony Ferguson!!" Joe yelled into the mic as everyone cheered and clapped, including you. Tony coming onto the stage first, taking off his shirt and then stepping on the scale.

"For 5 rounds ladies and gentleman, in the welterweight division, official weight, 171!" Joe calling out Tony's weight.

"AAANNNND his opponent Nate Diaz!" Joe said once Tony stepped off. You adjusted your hair, and clothes this time as you saw him emerge from the side already with his shirt off making you stare. Coming up the stairs he looked at you for a split second and smirked before going back to a serious face and stepping on the scale. You felt your face getting red and you tried to contain it. You saw his notorious brother who stood just a couple feet from you holding Nates shirt. You were just in awe with the position you were in. Surrounded by such amazing fighters.

"Weighing in at 171!!" Same as Ferguson. Nate stepped off the scale and went over to Tony, they shook hands and took their pictures. It was going to be a pretty respectful fight and they even shook hands again. As everyone exited the stage you and the rest of the girls were last to come off. Taking your jackets from the women and putting them back on, you guys were ushered pretty quickly back to the transit van and brought back to the hotel. You and Jenny made your way back up to the 5th floor where your rooms were located.

"I'm going to get ready for the afterparty, you better be to." She said pointing her finger at you and you just rolled your eyes going into your room. Taking your jacket off and throwing it on the chair in the corner of the room, then walking into the bedroom and plopping onto your bed. You were already tired, and didn't know if you should go to this after party thing. You heard your phone ding on the bed next to you.

Mom: Hey sweetie how is everything going? Do you like it so far?

Me: Its going good. Just got back to the hotel, the weigh in was interesting but not bad. Just bored doing this. I want to be in the octagon. Not being eye candy.

Mom: I know sweetie, but it takes time. Make your impression, you always do a great job at that. lol

You set your phone down back on the bed and laughed thinking of the fighting you did in high school that got you in quite some trouble. You got up and went to the closet seeing the dresses you brought, and said just hell no. You found a pair of fitted jeans, and a tank top. So you opted for those. The jeans outlining your toned legs from all the kick boxing, and jujitsu you've done and the tank top showing off you toned tattooed arms. You fixed some of your make up, and put your hair half up half down, and added a bit of curl to it. You slipped on your high top vans to complete the look. You didn't want fancy, but you didn't want super casual. The make up and hair helped out the not super casual aspect. Adding a few pieces of jewelry to top it off and giving yourself a once over. You heard your phone ding again taking you out of your trance of the mirror. You walked over and opened the text.

Mom: Oh and I was waiting till you were done with the weigh in, but Eddie showed up looking for you.

You rolled your eyes. Eddie is your ex boyfriend/ ex trainer. You found him cheating on you with his assistant that you also worked very close with at one point.

Me: Did you tell him to fuck off?

Mom: No, I told him you weren't here and wanted nothing to do with him.

Me: Good enough.

You slipped your phone into your pocket and heard a knock at your door. You want over and opened it and it was Jenny.

"Look at you looking all cute and shit." She said looking you up and down. You looked at her and she wore a tight pink sparkly dress, definitely her vibe.

"Look at you trying to get some dick." You said laughing ad stepping out of your room.

"So who's throwing the after party?" You asked as you walked together to the elevator.

"Uhm, so about that." She said as you two stepped in ands hit the button for the pent house.

"Jenny.." You said looking at her.

"Nate Diaz." She blurted out. You felt your heart start pounding in your chest.

"Y/N calm down, it'll be fine, just drink, smoke, have fun." She said making you look at her. You took a deep breathe and stared her down.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked.

"Because I was worried you wouldn't go. Ever since you and Eddie, all you've done is go to the gym, train, work and go home. You haven't had any fun, and you are in NEED of fun. So pull the dick out of your ass and lossen the fuck up." She told you surprising you with the words coming out of her mouth. The elevator door opened and you walked into a super fancy hallway, looks like a whole new hotel up here. You turned into the hallway and went to the double doors all the way at the end. You took a deep breathe and walked in. The place was packed. You saw familiar faces, new faces, beautiful women, and lights dancing on the ceiling in the dark. The music was loud but everyone seemed to already be fucked up. A waitress walked by you and Jenny with shots on a plater, Jenny grabbed 4, two for each of you.

"What is it?" You yelled over the music.

"No clue, just drink it!" She yelled back and you did, both back to back.

"Tequila" You said with a sour face. You two went in further to the room and saw a bar, you and Jenny pushed your way to it and sat on two open stools.

"What can I get you girls?" The bartender asked.

"two shots of whatever, Titos and red bull and a Long Island" Jenny said to her.

"You got it." she said and went to get the drinks. You scanned the room seeing who was all here. You saw Nick Diaz sat at a table in the corner smoking with a few other guys, not Nate though. You saw a few heavy hitter fighters mingling and drinking.

"Here you go" She said setting the drinks down in front of the two of you.

"Put that on my tab." You heard a voice say from behind you. You turned and saw him. Nate Diaz inches from you, your back practically touching him.

"Thank you." Jenny said breaking the tension.

"No problem. You girls are new, have to do something for you." He said grabbing the shot that the bartender set down in front of him.

"Nate!" He yelled over music to you two.

"Jenny!" She yelled shaking his hand.

"Y/N!" You yelled still not being able to take your eyes off of him.

"She knows who you are! You've been her idol for awhile now!" Jenny yelled at him making you spin around and give her daggers.

"I'm going to go over here." She said taking her shot and walking away. Your eyes widened at the thought of now being alone with Nate. He came around and sat where Jenny was in front of you. You held your shot in your hand and he picked his up and clinked you glass.

"To a good fight!" He yelled making you smile and took the shot. You set the glass down and took a sip of your drink. It was getting hot in the room, and you felt the 3 tequila shots coming on.

"Are you okay?" He asked getting closer to your ear so you could hear him better.

"Yeah, it's just super hot in here!" You yelled back to him.

"Come here." He said standing and grabbing you hand, pulling you threw the crowd. The room was spinning a bit so it was hard to focus. You stepped through a door into a low lite room, that was a little more quiet, but then to another door where you felt the cool air hit your face. You sucked it in through your nose, you were on a balcony.

"Air" You huffed out making Nate chuckle.

"Sorry, I haven't drank in over a years so a little light weight." You said setting your drink down.

"Thats alright. So was she telling the truth? Am I an idol of yours?" He said looking down at you as he sipped his drink.

"She's an asshole. But yes. I've been training almost my entire life. Boxing, jujitsu, kickboxing, karate, just about everything. Have had a few fights here and there, nothing too crazy, just trying to make it to the big leagues." You explained like it was word vomit. You spoke to him like you were comfortable with him even though you just met him 10 minutes ago.

"Wait you Y/N Y/L/N. Like Y/N "honey trap" Y/L/N?" He asked. Your eyes widened in awe trying to figure out how he knew who you were.

"How do you know that?" You asked taking a gulp of your drink .

"Stockton fighters know Stockton fighters. I remember you when you were younger. You used to fight at the strip club when they would have fight nights there. I was just about in the ultimate fighter, when you were fighting there. I've seen a few of your fights on YouTube over the years and I know Dana talked about you for awhile." He explained sitting down in the chair in front of you.

"Wow. I literally don't know what to say." You said leaning up against the hand railing and looking out across Las Vegas.

“Sorry. Let’s get off that topic and lets have some fun. What do you say?” He said standing and holding his drink out for a cheers.

“To a successful fight and to even even better night.” He says as you clink drinks and down the rest of it.

“You feeling better?” He asked.

“Depends on what you define as better. Am I drunk? Yes. Do I feel sick anymore? No. Am I nervous as fuck right now talking to the guy I’ve been watching on tv for the passed how many years and model my fighting style after? Yes. Oh god. I’m embarrassing. I need another drink.” You said throwing your hands over your face.

“You aren’t embarrassing.” He says pulling your hands from your face.

“I think you are cute.” He said looking down at you. You felt your face turning red and you couldn’t stop it.

The rest of the night seemed to be going well until you couldn’t remember anything. You blacked out. All you know is you and Nate were on the balcony with Nick smoking a joint as that’s the last thing you remembered.

* the next morning *

“Ughhh.” You let out a loud moan as you rolled over onto your back and slowly peeled your eyes open. It was kind of dark in the room with a little light from the sun coming through the curtains instantly making your head hurt. You sat up slowly holding your head in your hands feeling you brain pounding against you skull. Looking down at yourself you were in a big black UFC T-shirt that you don’t ever remembering having, but then nothing else. Slowly you lifted your head trying to not feel pain but there was no dodging that. You looked over to the curtains and noticed that isn’t the same as your room. The curtains ran all the way up the tall wall to the floor, you looked in front of you and saw a huge double door, definitely not your room, then looked to your right and saw a body laid next to you starting to stir. Their face turned to you and you froze.

“Nate.” You let out in a whisper.

#nate diaz #UFC #imagines #imagine #nate diaz x reader #nate diaz x Y/N

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kayssweetdreams · 2 years

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Nightmaren Babies Ch 4

A little while later after the little "race" around Wonderworld, Balan and Lance had decided to show NiGHTS the various magical items that the theater held. The two maestros watched their energetic cousin dart from item to item, their eyes filled with curiosity. Of course, Balan and Lance DID still have their boundaries, and did tell NiGHTS not to touch any that looked potentially dangerous, much to their disappointment.

"Oh chin up dear Cousin. There's still plenty to do!" Balan said "Yes, there is lots of stuff that may NOT destroy you. " Lance finished. NiGHTS gave a cheeky smile before Balan and Lance looked upwards "Oh dear. I guess it's help for the visitors we must bring." Balan started as the two maestros walked upwards back to the Isle of Tims "We'll be back NiGHTS but DON'T touch ANYTHING." Lance finished with a very hard, and very cold glare that seemed to make the room's temperature drop. NiGHTS shivered. Lance may be their Cousin, but he was STILL the Maestro of Negativity, and he had a reputation to keep after all.

The two maestros vanished while NiGHTS continued to explore the theater's many magical relics and items. They found themselves having fun in Balan's closet, playing a special instrument that someone named "Symphony Bruno" had built, having a playful 'fight' with the Tims of the Tim nursery, and more. The dream jester smiled. This was the most fun they have had in AGES!! Sure the Night Dimension was excited, but Wonderworld just had a different feel to it, that buzz of excitement when you feel something new is gonna pop around the corner.

NiGHTS found themselves floating back to an area filled with various magical items, when she heard what sounded to he a loud creaking sound. NiGHTS turned around unsure "Balan? Lance? Is that you?" They asked, however, they didn't see the familar top of Balan, nor the neon tentacles of Lance. Now NiGHTS was getting worried. What was that noise? And where was Balan and Lance. A sudden, and hard, kick was met to their stomach as they felt themselves kicked into a wall.

NiGHTS let out a pained groan as they looked up, and their eyes widened in horror as they saw who their assailant was. "Hello NiGHTS..." Reala said, his cold voice cutting through NiGHTS like a knife. NiGHTS horrified eyes then narrowed into thin slits. "Reala." They spat, struggling to get back up "How wonderful to see you too." They said sarcastically, turning their back to the Nightmaren general "Why are you here. Trying to force me back to Nightmare again?" They asked.

Reala's icy eyes narrowed as well "No. In case you haven't noticed, I'M still dealing with the effects of our cousin horrible hiccups. I can't even hunt down a single Nightopian because of-" Reala was cut off as he punched a fist into the wall, and causing a squeaky sound to come from his fist. NiGHTS stares at Reala, before breaking into a bout of hysterical laughter. Reala's eyes narrowed further, and his mouth curled into a frown "Yes. Not only that, but Master Wizeman has become but a shadow of his former self...now he makes cookies. And calls me his little muffin." He grumbled.

This made NiGHTS laugh even harder. Not only did Reala make hilarious sounds now, but Wizeman now was acting like a normal visitor's father! NiGHTS had stopped floating in the air, and was now rolling on the floor at the revelation while Reala's face now contorted with anger. "STOP LAUGHING! He's your master too you know!!" Reala shouted, unfortunately, this only made NiGHTS laugh and ask "My master, or my father?" They giggled out before rolling on the floor again. Now Reala was seeing red.

He. Had. ENOUGH.

He decided to take another kick at NiGHTS, Knowing that one way or another, he needed the attention of the maestros, so that he could make them fix him, and the rest of Nightmare. NiGHTS dodged Reala's oncoming attack, and grabbed his boot "Oh. It's a fight you want huh. Fine." They said before flinging Reala into a wall. The red maren let out a pained groan before he flew back at NiGHTS, and grabbed them by their neck ruffle, and threw them into the ground.

NiGHTS glared at Reala from their position, until they spotted a small prism like object that Balan said was magic. The purple jester grabbed the prism, and held it up, making a bright light flash into Reala's face. The Nightmaren general was forced for to let go as a bright rainbow light flooded his vision. This allowed NiGHTS enough time to kick Reala off of them, and into a nearby wall, causing a "SPLAT" sound to he heard.

The two nightmaren struggled to get the upper hand (with Reala still making random noises as he fought), as magical items were being flung around them. In NiGHTS desperation, they had grabbed what looked to be a odd looking watch, but instead of numbers, it had words on it, and in the center lied NiGHTS and Reala's names. This detail however, was unseen as the two of them duked it out, while the watch was continously wound Backwards.

The two dueling Nightmaren them stopped. They felt...odd. The world around them got bigger as they began to shrink down. Reala and NiGHTS tried to fight it but soon they began to forget things, like what they were even doing. When it became to much for them, they did the only thing they could think of...

They cried.

#Balan Wonderworld #NiGHTS into Dreams #NiGHTS Journey of Dreams #Balan #Lance #NiGHTS #Reala

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bardicindignation · 2 years

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hello hello it's me. 27 (the closed door one) for that ace pairing you mentioned from you Wonderful story :)

27. things you said through a closed door

"Isaac?"

Isaac started a little at the voice and his head collided with the door at his back with a painful thump.

"Ow," he hissed, "fuck."

"You okay?"

Isaac wasn't proud of the squeaking sound he made in response to that, but that was part for the course for the day he'd been having, so. Whatever.

"Umm," he said intelligently, "Yeah? I'm fine? I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?"

"Because," Yanli said, "You came to my apartment, slammed down the water I gave you because you looked like you were about to puke like it was a shot. Then you said that you wanted to date me but you weren't sure that you could...put out? Which I'm still not sure what means? As much as I might want you to. And then, before I could say anything, you turned bright red, ran into my bathroom and shut the door and I'm pretty sure you just banged your head against it. And your energy is the color of terror and embarrassment, so. Take your pick I guess?"

"Right," Isaac said, voice trying to strangle itself in his throat. "That's umm. That's fair."

"Right," Yanli said, more patiently than Isaac probably deserved. "So are you okay?"

"I'm-" Isaac started to say that he was fine, but stopped. Yanli had never given him quarter when he tried to pull that kind of crap, it was one of the things he loved best about her. And apparently his...aura? Was telling on him. So. "I'm really embarrassed. I feel like I messed this up before I could even really try it, so. Um, sorry?"

Yanli sighed, and muttered something in Mandarin that Isaac was pretty sure was unflattering towards Americans and Isaac's dad in particular, which...yeah, that was also fair.

"Okay, well. I've known that you were a mess since I saw you in class, but I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you anyway. So why don't you explain to me what "putting out" means and why you think I'll want it, and we can go from there?"

The noise that left Isaac's mouth could only generously be called human.

"You're in love with me?" Squeaky toys wished they had what Isaac did in this moment.

"Yes."

"Cool, cool cool," Where was Isaac's brain you might ask? If you see it, come tell him, because he had no idea. "Um, me too, I uh. You as well. The love thing. Yeah."

"Okay," Yanli sighed, and Isaac heard her slide down to sit on the other side of the door. "I'm glad we've gotten this established. Now, are you going to answer my question?"

"...yes?"

"Good answer."

"Right. Um. That was maybe, not the best way to put it...um..."

"Isaac."

"Sex!" Isaac said, way too loudly. "It's- I was talking about sex! I don't-it's like a weird thing where I don't really...get it? Or want to get it? Or do it? And people keep telling me that it's like kind of an important thing with relationships and-"

Isaac yelped as the door vanished from behind him. He fell flat on his back, blinking up at Yanli. She was standing above him, arms crossed. She almost looked angry, but Isaac could swear that he could see a rosy pink glow around her, and it didn't...feel angry. Whatever that meant.

"Isaac." Yanli said sternly. "When have I ever been people."

"Um. Never?"

She nodded.

"Okay. Me too."

"You too what?"

"Me too the sex thing. I mean, I would...try it. If you wanted to. But I don't...get it. So that's not a good reason for us not to date." Yanli was blushing now, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Oh," Isaac said stupidly, feeling an answering smile pulling at his own lips. "Awesome. Is there another reason why we shouldn't?"

Yanli raised an eyebrow at him. "Not that I can think of."

"Me neither." Issac's chest bubbled up and burst, and then he was laughing, loud and delighted.

And then Yanli was laughing too and offering a hand to pull him to his feet. And then their arms were around each other and they were stumbling around Yanli's apartment, giggling and giddy, until they collided with her couch and collapsed into it.

"I love you so much," Isaac said, incandescently happy, staring helplessly into Yanli's joyful eyes.

"I love you too," Yanli said, and then she kissed him on the nose and said it in Mandarin too. And then he kissed her on the nose, and said he loved her in her language, and then said,

"Can we do that on the mouth?"

Her eyes laughed at him and her mouth smiled at him, and her voice said,

"Yes, please."

And so he did. And then she did. And then they both did, and Isaac was pretty sure that this was what heaven must be like, because he couldn't imagine anything better.

Except maybe the spicy noodles from that place a few blocks over. Those were pretty great too.

#writing promt #prompt asks #this got long it ran away with me 😅😅#original writing #original work #hope you enjoy it <333 #the magic bookshop thing

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diavolosbaby · 2 years

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id like to request a MC who is extremely sensitive to loud noises due to previous abuse in the human realm? like they break down really easily when it happens? Could i get this with lucifer? just want a little bit of comfort, remember to drink water and eat!

Sure hon :)

thank you, you too!

"It's ok to lean on me."

Characters: Lucifer

Genre: comfort, angst to comfort

Pronouns: They/them

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The teacher's ramblings went in one ear and out the other. You knew what to do. But you were scared that some idiot didnt.

It was such an easy task, remember what 3 ingredients to mix together to make the potion and mix them. Make the correct thing, get an A. One mistake and the whole classroom could go up in flames. You were shaking. Sweating. Just so anxious! who could blame you? You didn't want a loud surprise.

You hated loud noises. Especially when you aren't expecting them. You knew it was a bit silly, but you had good reason. Reasons you didn't like to talk about.

"Flame rose petals... Exactly 76 grains of charcoal rice... And... And..."

"What was it?"

You couldn't remember. You couldn't for the life of you. You went through the study sessions in your head and tried your best to remember.

"And... And.... Grind them."

"Then you... Pour in an ounce of salt water...?"

"No. Not right. It's... It's the ringed octopus's ink...! Yes, I'm sure of it!"

You poured the ink into the dry ingredients and...

There was nothing.

You smiled to yourself. "Worried for nothing. Now let's just hope-"

BOOM.

You jumped.

Your eyes were wide and watering, your mouth was dry, and your lips were quivering.

The professor yelled at the student and ran to take out the fire.

You felt a tear roll down your face. You slowly stood up and walked out of the classroom. The professor was too distracted to notice. But there was someone who did notice you.

Lucifer.

He was monitoring the halls when he saw you out of the corner of his eye stumbling to the bathroom with your fists clenched, you seemed kind of stiff. He wanted to know if you were alright.

You sat in the last stall, sobbing with your hand over your mouth, trying your best to muffle the noise. You heard a "tap... Tap... Tap..." And looked down. It was those familiar shoes you made fun of for being "grandpa shoes" the other day.

You quickly wiped your tears and took in a big sniff. Before he could ask you anything you questioned him. "Is this about what mammon did? I had nothing to do with it this time so go away please I need privacy."

There was a pause.

"No... This isn't about that. I'm glad to hear you weren't involved though. But away from mammon, is something the matter with you?"

"No? Why?"

He could hear it in your voice. Heck, you could even hear it in your voice. Is was unsteady, squeaky, cracking at every other word. You cursed yourself for letting him see you like this.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Although...I will find out soon enough. So it's better to do so now."

"I just got scared is all. I'll be fine." You muttered.

"What scared you?"

"An explosion. Some idiot in my chemistry class couldn't remember a simple formula. Guess I wasn't expecting it and got spooked. That's it. So.. Can you please go?"

Lucifer took a step towards your stall and placed his hand on the door.

"Yes. I heard it too. It was loud. Just as loud as the fireworks from last month's festival. You didn't want to come but did anyway. You were covering your ears and shaking the whole time. Eventually excusing yourself. This isn't the only other time I've noticed this. So, tell me MC. Why?"

He payed that much attention to you? You never would've guessed.

"People have phobias. I guess I have a phobia of loud noises. Always have."

You could feel the tension even with the stall door blocking the view of his face.

"A phobia that started in the human realm. And... Started from my family. They weren't the nicest people. At least to me."

"I take it they were loud?" He asked sternly.

"Yeah. Yells... To throws... To..."

"I see." He interrupted, not wanting to hear any more.

"MC, open the door."

You were hesitant, but you obliged.

As soon as the door was open he brought you into his arms, cradleing your head. "How anyone could do that to someone such as yourself I have no idea. You don't even come close to deserving any of that."

You nodded and took in his scent, it immediately relaxing you. "God, that professor is still shouting. Does it bother you? No matter. I'll have a talk with him."

You were almost asleep at this point, with the position, the scent, and the sound of his voice you were basically putty in his hands. And you liked it. You liked feeling so secure, so safe.

"MC, I too am guilty of raising my voice, even yelling. Loud noises as well. Now, listen. I'll try my best to not do any of that around you. Alright? You have my word."

Your eyes feel so heavy...

"MC,

I want you to lean on me."

"If you are ever uncomfortable or upset, I want you to come to me. I'll find a solution for all your problems. I want to be your key to everything. Alright?"

He waited for a response but soon softened at the sound of your soft snores.

"Hm."

He picked you up bridal style and carried you off to the house of lamentation and into his room, where you awake hours after school had ended to him writing on his desk, next to you.

Without turning around, it's like he could since that you're awake, he said,

"Feel free to come to me anytime if you are distressed. Anytime."

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This felt kinda short and it might seem rushed but I wanted to get it out to you fast since it's comfort!

<333

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imagining-in-the-margins · 4 years

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The Birds & The Bees (S.R. | Pt. 3)

Summary: Reader earns her nickname, and Spencer sinks to a new level of sin. A/N: Here, take your first dose of smut 💊 ✨ Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Drinking, alcohol, masturbation (male) Word Count: 5.3k

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If I had to pick my favorite thing about working for Spencer Reid, it would probably be something that most people wouldn’t expect. Sure, it was nice to be able to work with a human encyclopedia, and he was definitely very nice to look at, but neither of those things contributed to my love for my job.

It was the sense of belonging. An overwhelming feeling of serenity that existed, flowing freely beneath the surface like a network of roots twined together. I never felt out of place when I was with Spencer — which couldn’t be said for basically any other time. Especially not now.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays because it’s just absurd. You harass your neighbors while dressed in a costume and they reward you with something sweet (or, in some cases, change). As I’ve grown older, not much has changed aside from the creativity and length of the costumes.

... and the sweet treats being replaced by the bitter sting of alcohol.

“You do realize that guy was hitting on you in there, right?” my friend shouted from less than a foot to my right.

“He was just being nice.”

“Yeah... in a bar,” another girl chimed in, “On Halloween.”

I tried to remember the face of the man they were talking about, but my memory of his eyes blended into the flashing lights of the club. Even if I wasn’t drunk, I knew it would have been hard to remember him. Because the truth was that he wasn’t the person I wanted to see when I closed my eyes.

“Leave her alone. She’s trying to stay pure for her professor,” my friend snickered.

Despite the treachery, I still caught her before she almost pushed us both straight off the curb in her drunken state. But it wasn’t her opinion I was worried about, because at that point, I was certain she would remember none of it by the time class rolled around come Monday. It was our other acquaintance that I responded to, with a very squeaky and unreliable, “I am not doing that!”

“Yeah, what she wants isn’t pure at all,” the mess on my shoulder droned. That was enough of a reason for me to drop her, although it really resulted in both of us barely staying on our feet on the somewhat crowded sidewalk.

“Stop! It’s not like that!”

“Sure it’s not.”

Then, something else caught her attention. Knowing her, I figured that it was either a man in a scandalous costume, or it was a two for one drink deal plastered in front of a bar. I assumed it was the latter, because as soon as she finished talking, she grabbed hold of our hands and yanked us against the brick wall of the next bar.

“So you wouldn’t mind if, theoretically, Professor Reid saw you in your costume?” she asked.

I like to think that I am a relatively smart girl. After all, I had made my way to graduate school, and Spencer seemed to think that I wasn’t a complete hopeless idiot. But in that moment, I couldn’t understand why on earth she would ever think to ask me that.

Running my hands over the fuzzy pink bodysuit I was wearing, I tried to picture his reaction. As soon as I tried to look down, however, the two floppy bunny ears affixed to the hood dropped over my eyes.

“I-I mean, I guess not…?” I mumbled, my face growing hot from something other than the alcohol, “I’m wearing it in public, so...”

But then she said it — the most terrifying two words I’d ever heard in my life.

“Okay – good.”

My eyes shot up immediately, trying to follow her eyes through the crowd of drunk, costumed people. By the time that I spotted him, somewhat thankfully dressed in normal clothes, I was powerless to stop it.

“Dr. Reid!” My friend’s voice rang out into the night, “Dr. Reid, come over here!”

The moment our eyes met, I knew I was fucked. Totally, completely, and utterly fucked. A clever little grin filled his cheeks as he quickly spotted me trying to hide under my hood.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I shrieked, but he was already on his way over.

“You said you didn’t mind!”

In a panicked whisper, I bit back, “I didn’t say call him over here!”

When he grew closer, though, I corrected myself. Because it was not just Spencer who was walking over. There was someone else with him. Another man, just as tall and just as beautiful as Spencer, but with a dark complexion and an even more wicked smile.

As for my company, they had already scattered into the bar behind me, leaving me with a wordless, dumbstruck look on my face that was very poorly hidden behind bunny ears.

“H-hey Prof— Dr. Reid,” I managed to get out.

“Hey,” he answered in a tone I’d never heard before. A slightly guarded, very entertained but mostly awkward stretch of the vowel.

The man beside him, however, was quick to question.

“Who’s this?”

As I said before, I like to consider myself a relatively bright person. But the alcohol that night had been both free and strong. So, when I was asked by a handsome man who I was on the Devil’s night, I answered honestly.

“I’m a bunny!” I cried, bringing my hands together over my chest and turning to present the small pink pompom affixed to my lower back.

“I can see that,” the stranger replied through a genuine chuckle. But while the action was amusing to at least two of us in the conversation, Spencer looked mortified. It wasn’t necessarily negative, though.

I couldn’t be sure, of course, considering that I had already consumed more liquor that night than I had in the past month, but something told me that Spencer was less humiliated by me, and more worried about how blatant his response to my answer was. Because when he spoke, he did so through a smile.

“She’s uh... my teaching assistant.”

“Teaching assistant, huh?” his friend repeated, clearly amused.

There was almost a challenge to the title. Something about the way he said it setting my heart into overdrive. Unable to control my own treacherous tongue, I continued to dig myself a wonderfully sized hole to jump in to.

“I’m also very good at hopping,” I said.

Once again, the better company of the two laughed. Spencer, however, covered his smile with a hand that brought attention to just how red his face had grown over the course of a few seconds. I was so distracted by it, lost in the way I could still see upturned lips just from his eye shape alone, that I failed to acknowledge the other man for a suspicious length of time.

“Well hey, don’t let me get in the way of you two catching up. Reid, I’ll go tell the hostess we’re here, so the others know where to go.”

With a firm pat on the shoulder, the man almost turned to walk away. But before he could, I drew him back again.

“Ooh, is there a party?”

Spencer, finally able to speak again, rushed his reply.

“No, it’s nothing.”

It was obviously not nothing, though. Judging by the toothy grin that his friend flashed, it was a very big not-nothing.

“Did he not tell you?” he asked with an incredulous, mischievous tone, “It’s his birthday.”

And it was, by far, the most insulting, scandalous news I’d heard that night. Enough to elicit a sharp gasp and hand reaching out to grab his wrist in a way I knew I shouldn’t have.

“You didn’t tell me it’s your birthday!”

My mind was racing, kicking myself for having not figured it out sooner. I was trying to recall the monthly staff newsletter, but then quickly remembered that I usually relied on Spencer to summarize them for me.

“It’s not my birthday,” he explained with a sigh, “It was a few days ago.”

His friend seemed pleased by my response, although he clearly saw it dwindling. My heels had already dropped back down with my hands that fell away, signaling a very different emotion than the excitement from seconds prior.

“We’re meeting up with some people for drinks and dinner. You want to come?” he asked, trying to convince me before it was too late.

But the moment had passed, replaced by loud, insecure ranting that insisted that Spencer wouldn’t have avoided telling me his birthday unless he didn’t want me to know. That meant he either didn’t enjoy making a fuss out of his birthday, or he didn’t want me to, specifically.

“Uhh...”

“Don’t answer that,” Spencer cut in, swiftly raising a hand to dismiss the other man whose name I finally learned. “Thanks Derek, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Suit yourself,” he mumbled back. But Derek, in all of his disappointment, didn’t fail to draw out one more flustered laugh from the two of us who remained as he gave a tiny half-wave and sang, “Goodbye, Bunny.”

Spencer’s neck craned back, never once leaving his friend until he had safely entered the restaurant. Once he was sure that he was safe from ridicule, or at least observation, his entire demeanor changed.

“I’m sorry about that,” he offered, but I couldn’t accept. If anyone had been a bother here, it was me (and my friends).

“No, I’m sorry I bothered you!” I rushed.

The silence stretched between us, an unsettling reminder that we rarely interacted outside of work. That he’d never known me to party, and I’d never thought of him doing something as routine and normal as celebrating a birthday. It shouldn’t have been strange, but it was.

Perhaps that feeling was what drove me to continue, proudly stating, “I promise that I will have all your work ready first thing in the morning.”

It wasn’t until Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened in a strange, lopsided grin that I’d realized I made a mistake.

“Um...” he spoke through laughter, “Tomorrow is Saturday.”

“I’m very motivated?”

Thankfully, he saw the humiliation and was happy to offer me a graceful escape from my humiliation. “How about I give you until Tuesday, instead?”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best, huh?”

I gladly took it, staring down at my heels as I tried to find anything else to focus on. Anything that wasn’t his eyes that seemed even more powerful after dark. But true to the magnetism I always experienced in his vicinity, I was drawn back into golden irises full of an emotion that made my heart beat twice as hard.

“Where did your friends go?” he asked. I didn’t trust myself to answer, so I just threw my thumb over my shoulder and towards the bar behind me. I didn’t turn away from him then, too scared to acknowledge that I would be leaving him soon. That we would go our separate ways again and I would have to wait until Tuesday to drown in the honey of his eyes again.

Sure enough, Spencer gave a solemn nod and cleared his throat before mumbling, “Right. You should probably go find them, so they don’t get worried.”

But I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with him, the rest of the world be damned. I wanted to feel his eyes on me longer, especially when they started to wander my figure that I’d secretly hoped he would see.

I could pretend to hate my friend for calling him over all I wanted, but when I slipped into the costume hours earlier, I’d wondered what he would do if he saw me like this. And now that the answer was in front of me, torn between the exposed skin of my thighs and chest, I wanted to experience it for as long as possible.

With my fingers on the zipper to try and calm my heart, the inebriation manifested in soft giggles as I replied, “I think I’m pretty safe with you, Professor.”

Spencer didn’t need to vocalize his disagreement. I saw his contention in the form of wayward eyes falling to my hands that fiddled with the tiny piece of plastic keeping me covered. When they trailed back up the zipper teeth to meet my eyes again, they were filled with a hunger that took my breath away.

Unfortunately for us, though, our smitten haze wasn’t shared by anyone else in the vicinity. Especially not the drunk pack of men who passed, completely unaware of the amount of space they took up on the sidewalk. I don’t even remember one of them running into me, but I definitely remembered what followed in extreme, vivid detail.

Spencer caught me, quickly and more gracefully than I thought him capable of moving. His arms were locked around me, not only preventing me from face planting on the concrete but causing me to press my face directly against him.

Before he had a chance to say or do much of anything else, I placed my hands on his chest and tore myself away from the warmth of his embrace. Because I was already drunk enough on the alcohol — I didn’t need to be any more inebriated from him.

“S-See? You caught me!” I squeaked.

I didn’t miss the fact his hands stayed on my waist even with the added distance, his fingers subtly digging into and stroking the plush fabric. I didn’t try to stop them, either.

“Are you going to be okay? Should I take you home?”

I knew it wasn’t how he’d meant it, but my inner voice still pleaded, Yes, God, please, yes! My outer voice, however, clung to reason and respectability.

“No! Don’t miss your birthday dinner!” I insisted, but he didn’t look convinced. “I’m fine, seriously. I just suck at walking in heels.”

Any part of me that would have normally been offended by his insistence that I couldn’t handle myself while drinking was quelled by my desire to keep his hands on me as long as possible. Although there was enough space for my arms between our chests, I swore I felt his fluttering heartbeat against my fingers. I thought of hummingbirds.

Resigned to my stubbornness, Spencer took a moment longer to stroke patterns through the pink fabric wrapped around my waist before he sighed, “If you say so.”

“I do!” I giggled, leaning closer like I might convince him not to leave at all, “So you better listen up, mister Professor man.”

The look he gave me was sweet, honeyed bliss. But even that seemed minuscule in comparison to the way his hands slid over my sides, making their way over my shoulders and gently brushing the errant bunny ears back out of my face. He left them there, too, with a barely-there caress of my face.

“You look cute,” he said, like it wouldn’t break my heart.

Shier than he’d ever seen me before, I somehow managed to still look him in the eye as I answered, “So do you.”

It was a good thing I’d been paying attention, too. If I hadn’t been staring into his eyes, I would have missed the flash of chaotic playfulness that appeared just as he glanced down at the space between our chests.

I wouldn’t have been prepared at all when he dropped one of his hands from my face to the zipper of my costume. Not to say that anything could have prepared me for the way it felt to have his knuckle brush against the skin just below the lace bralette that had been meant to protect my modesty.

Before I could even comprehend the delicious friction of our skin, it was gone. Spencer pulled the zipper up to my chin, releasing the plastic in favor of grabbing hold of my chin once more.

“Be careful with that zipper,” he instructed, “I don’t need you getting hypothermia this early in the semester.”

Unsure of how else to respond, my body responded on instinct as it stammered, “I-I promise.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again, and my autopilot continued.

“Double promise. Promise squared.”

“Okay. You have my number so... call me if you need anything.”

I absently nodded, but Spencer accurately concluded that I hadn’t actually processed what he’d said. When he let go of me, he took the time to smooth out the bunched up fabric over my shoulders. I tried to convince myself that he was just interested in the soft fluff, but it was hard to ignore the hunger that’d only grown stronger. The darkness that rivaled the moonless hallow’s eve.

“I don’t mind giving you a ride home if it means you get back safe,” he said with a deathly seriousness strongly contrasted by the flippancy that followed. “Otherwise I’ll have more work for Tuesday.”

I was grateful for the shift, because it made the loss of his hands hurt less. My chest filled with laughter that quickly burst from me with frantic, messy words.

“Of course! The work. For Tuesday. Okay! Thank you!”

“For what?” he also said through laughter.

“I— don’t know.”

Spencer turned away from me, looking behind him at the obligations that would tear us apart. I wondered if he, too, was busy contemplating how well it suited just how different we were. How two establishments side by side could house such different things. How we were frequenting opposite ends of the spectrum.

Whatever he was thinking about, however, it didn’t break his spirits too badly. Because before he sent me on my merry way, he flashed me the goofiest little bouncing peace sign before he sang, “Hop along, little bunny.”

So I did, turning back to my life and letting him return to his. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes following me until the darkness of the bar swallowed the space between us.

Still, I didn’t need him to be there to remember how it felt for his hands to roam my body like familiar territory. I saw that look in his eyes every time that I closed my own and remembered how it made my legs shake like weak stems bending to the wind.

I decided then that it wasn’t the worst thing in the world that he’d seen me in my costume. In fact, I think he quite liked it.

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There are few things more relentless than Derek Morgan. Death and taxes, perhaps. When it came to mocking me, there wasn’t a single missed opportunity. Even at the darkest hour, I trusted him to be consistent and predictable.

That was precisely why it made no sense that I had made it through an entire dinner and drinks outing with the team without him mentioning what had happened. Not even once. I almost let myself be relieved. Perhaps time spent with a child that can talk back did him some good, I thought. But when the time finally came for us to take our leave, I realized my mistake. He wasn’t holding back out of the kindness of his heart.

No, Derek wanted to wait until there was no escape route. He wanted to have me trapped in a car hurtling down a highway before he spoke the words that he’d been waiting to say all night.

“So... Bunny.”

“Her name is (y/n),” I quickly corrected. Unfortunately, Derek wasn’t in a merciful mood. Although there was a notable smirk on his face, his next words were uttered with a hefty dose of skepticism. A warning that it was a subject that ought to be approached with a critical sincerity.

“Her name is Trouble. That’s what her name is,” he said, shaking his head.

“She’s just my teaching assistant,” I said like I might actually convince myself, though we both knew that I wasn’t going to convince him. “It’s fine.”

“Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?”

But that time, it was me who issued the warning.

“Stop,” I ordered, meeting his eyes to find him hiding his genuine concern under jokes that weren’t really jokes at all. “I respect her. She’s very bright and she earned her position.”

“I never said she didn’t. I know she’s probably smart, but I also saw the way you looked at her.”

The words felt like a blow to the stomach — yet another reminder that my affections for her were so thinly veiled they might as well be scrawled across my skin. He didn’t need to be a profiler to notice that I was fond of the girl, but it certainly made it worse.

Because he knew that I was lying when I muttered, “You don’t need to worry about it.”

He knew that I was lying, but he still asked, “Why’s that?”

“She’s...” I started, pausing while the word tried to form on my tongue. The word that had haunted me ever since those damned girls mentioned it. That short, simple little noun that had taken a cursory affection and turned it into full blown lust.

“She’s a virgin.”

Derek’s brows jumped up his face, his jaw dropping the same way mine had when I first heard the news. Then, just as I had, he put the pieces together and realized that it should have been a foregone conclusion.

“Trouble with a capital everything,” he half laughed.

But this wasn’t a joking matter, and I really wished that I could make him believe that. That definitely wouldn’t happen, though. Not when he looked up to see me hiding behind my hands, sinking into my seat like it would get me out of the conversation.

“Don’t be ridiculous. She’s obviously waiting.”

It was the wrong thing to say. I should have seen his response coming from a mile away. But I didn’t, and so I was forced to listen to his childish giggles that were followed with an even more lighthearted crooning.

“Yeah, waiting for the right professor to come teach her the lesson on the birds and the bees.”

“Cut it out.”

Without even looking, he astutely observed, “Kid, you’re blushing.”

“Yeah, because you’re talking about me fuc–”

The word never made it out, getting caught between my teeth as I bit down on my tongue damn near hard enough to make it bleed. I wished it would. I wanted the iron to drown me and rid me of the sinful things it sought to do, instead. Opting for a more… distinguished explanation, I eventually stammered the rest of the thought.

“You’re talking about me... deflowering my significantly younger employee!”

“You can say fuck, Reid,” he deadpanned, “I think you’re old enough now.”

“I don’t want to. It sounds too... crude.”

I didn’t expect him to understand. How could he? He’d only seen her when she was at her most provocative… by far. Part of me envied him, to be able to sequester her innocence and view her as just another girl.

But she wasn’t like anyone else. She was an untouched bloom, a magnolia of unearthly shades. A beautiful blossom that had broken through the concrete walls I’d maintained for so many years. A tantalizing taste of the life outside that I refused to let in.

A fucking tease.

“Too crude for little miss innocent bunny?” Derek cooed, and it was so uncomfortably close to my thoughts that I couldn’t help the way I snapped back.

“Are you done?”

As we pulled into my parking lot, Derek just waved off my hostility, recognizing it as nothing but misfired shame and anguish at the thing I wanted being out of my reach.

“Yeah, I’m done. I hope you had fun, even with the teasing.”

I chose not to dignify the second half of the statement, climbing out of the car like I couldn’t step away from the conversation fast enough. But of course, I knew that only made my guilt more apparent. My culpability was clear and conclusive. There was no argument to be made.

“You know I’m right!” he shouted just before the door shut. A final reminder, one last cautionary call for the beast inside of me to keep itself hidden lest I allow myself to sink my teeth into something pure.

“Goodnight!”

Few things changed when I reached the confines of my apartment walls. Fantasies had only devolved into a vividness that was borderline frightening. How easily I could get lost in visions of her, only promising my return in exchange for my imagination agreeing to become a reality that I would get a chance to experience.

But that wasn’t fair to her. She was just a girl doing her job with an astounding amount of patience and understanding for her hopeless romantic of a boss. For a moment, the guilt became so overwhelming that I let it win. I managed to swallow my newly acquired memories well enough to navigate my nightly routine without wishing she was there every step of the way.

Wishing that she would call me. That she would grant me the excuse to return to her, to touch her as freely as I had earlier. I imagined a world where, upon arriving to her destination, she invited me in.

As I collapsed on my bed, I wondered if she would have preferred the privacy of my home. A place far enough away from other students and academics to finally see me as something more than a superior. Something attainable in a way she never seemed to be.

Just as I closed my eyes to give in to the dreams, my phone buzzed. The sound set off every nerve in my body, all of them very poorly coordinating to allow me to grab the device and turn it on to reveal her name.

“Hey Professor! I just wanted to let you know that I got home…”

I’d never opened a notification so quickly, but I should have waited. I should have paused and taken the time to notice that what I was opening wasn’t just a collection of letters and symbols.

It was a set of pictures.

Pictures of her.

“Safe and sound and zippered up. No hypothermia for this bunny tonight,” she tagged onto the end, “Sweet dreams!”

How could I ever dream of anything but her? How was I meant to turn off my phone now, knowing that she was there; her drunken, lustful stare on display? I only tore my eyes away from her face long enough to notice her surroundings. I took extensive, painstaking notes on the color of the sheets on her bed and the way the zipper I’d tugged at to control myself from taking her had fallen away again.

I could feel the softness of her skin against my knuckle again. I heard the way her breath nearly broke at the force with which she sucked in air at the feeling of me touching her. How hard she pressed herself against me, how her back arched when I held her and how she never even tried to stop my hands from finding new places to rest.

They worked diligently now, too, trying to keep her awake and with me for as long as I could, but also wanting to free myself of obligations so that she wouldn’t notice how long I’d stared at the pictures she’d sent.

“Goodnight, little bunny,” I sent before adding, “I’ll be counting rabbits instead of sheep tonight.”

As if to reward my efforts, another picture flooded my screen. Her face was scrunched up in an adorable innocence, half covered with her hand but still effortlessly beautiful.

I stopped myself from responding again. I forced myself to stop, to prevent treacherous hands from calling her and begging her to let me come to her. It wasn’t fair — it was manipulative, downright evil, even — to take advantage of her inebriated state to hoard any insight she might provide.

But she’d already sent these… So, would it be so wrong to indulge in her? By touching my own body to the thought of her, would I taint her? Did I care even if it did? Maybe it was for the best to plant the seed of impurity now, to strip her of her power over me.

But deep down, I knew that I would still want her. I would still wish that the hand that sneaked beneath the sheets belonged to her. I could almost feel it as my hand traversed familiar territory. It would be new for her, and it would be new for me to feel the delicate, unmarred skin of her palm slowly sliding down my stomach. Her fingers bashfully brushing through soft curls at the base of me, still too nervous to hold me the way I needed her to.

Her face would be buried in my shoulder, with dew from her breath wetting my neck and raising the hairs on my arms. I would take her hand in mine and guide her to wrap her trembling hand around my cock.

Just like I was doing to myself now, with my other hand still holding the phone displaying the image of innocence. My hand wasn’t as soft or inexperienced as hers would be, but as long as my eyes stayed on her half-lidded gaze staring back at me, I could pretend.

I could hear her panting my name— my real name, Spencer— in my ear, praising the feel of silky skin beneath her fingertips. She would whisper about how she wanted to feel it elsewhere, too. She would beg for me to replace a hand for her most precious place.

That damned angelic girl showing her hand on the zipper would beg me to steal away her innocence. She would unveil herself slowly, knowing that I needed the time to memorize every inch of her skin as it was seen by another for the first time. Seen by me, and only me. The vision would be for my consumption and indulgence.

I wanted it. I wanted her.

My stomach tensed as I pictured the girl staring back at me straddling my hips. I stroked myself harder, faster, letting my thumb trace down her body on my screen.

If I stole it from her, would it be mine?

Would she be trapped as I was, only able to feel anything when I was with her? Would she dream of me? Would she cherish each and every memory of my touch and play it back in her mind? When she felt the urge to break and burn, would she picture my hands lighting the match?

If I ruined her, would she be mine?

I pictured the girl on the screen with tears in her eyes, her mouth stuck open in a silent scream and her hands clutching desperately to mine. I imagined how tightly her body would grip me as I fucked her. How hard it would fight the intrusion of my sinful touch. How I would hold her down despite the resistance until she gave in to me. Until I broke her, thoroughly and irreparably.

She would be mine.

That was the thought that took me over the edge, all energy that was not delegated to my hand feverishly stroking my cock remained with my other hand to hold her picture in front of me. It never even wavered, never once shaking and risking losing any clarity. Even my eyes refused to close all the way.

She would be mine.

The warm, sticky mess of my desire coated my hand and stomach, but all I could think was how it would feel to mark her as mine. To feel the excess drip back down my cock as she collapsed against my body. To know that she would never be the same, never be wholly herself again. That she’d let me inside of her soul and that when I left, I hadn’t left empty handed.

She was already mine.

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It’s Always The Quiet Ones... | college AU dark!Peter Parker x (slightly)naive!reader

for @nsfwsebbie‘s dream fic challenge, I was assigned to write something for @harryspet which was vv exciting bc I love her stuff ;-; no pressure right? lol (also thank you to @evnscvll for being my proofreader, sounding board, and partner for some very strange texting for the purpose of screenshots!)

Here is the prompt I got: peter is a dork and is weird and quiet, and the readers friends dared her to sleep with him. turns out he was really kinky and is really good at sex. can be dark. And hoo boy, did I run with that. I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut (it’s consensual but with dubcon undertones, manipulation, and implied coercion/dubcon at the end), stalking, blackmail, voyeurism, and general creepiness. Oh yeah and there’s some degradation and dacryphilia in there for good measure.

You and your friends were in the middle of your daily cafeteria lunch, chatting about the same sorts of small talk you always did.

“Oh god, it’s that weird guy from class!” Jackie blurted out suddenly around a mouthful of fries, pulling you out of the conversation you’d been having. Everyone at the table whipped around and your eyes went wide.

“Come on, don’t look all at once,” you hissed.

“Who is this guy?” Cody asked, looking around with confusion.

“The guy in the blue hoodie over there,” Jackie answered, motioning toward him with her head. It was Peter, setting down his tray of food and opening up his laptop, putting earbuds in. He was pretty much always on his laptop, it seemed like. He took a bite of his pizza before getting back to whatever he was working on.

“He looks normal, or normal-ish,” Mia shrugged.

“No, no, you don’t get it,” you shook your head. “We have him in Computational Physics on Tuesdays and Thursdays--”

“Plus Friday lab,” Jackie interjected.

“--and he’s… kinda…”

“Creepy,” Jackie concluded.

“No,” you denied, “not creepy. He’s just… a bit awkward, I guess.”

“And he stares at you, like, the entire time we’re in class. But won’t even talk to you.”

“Oh, that’s weird,” Mia agreed with a shudder.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it’s kinda… sweet, maybe? I mean, he’s just shy, right?”

“Oh my god you are such a slag!” Jackie teased, shoving you on the shoulder. “You’re into him, aren’t you?”

“No!” you denied with wide eyes.

“You’re just into the attention,” Cody rolled his eyes.

“I mean, it’s kind of flattering, isn’t it?” you admitted. Jackie laughed.

“You should go over there and talk to him,” she decided.

“Nooooooooo, no way,” you shake your head.

“I kinda wanna see this,” Cody smirks.

“Literally just go over there and flirt with him, his head would explode,” Jackie suggested excitedly.

“I don’t even know how to flirt,” you chuckled.

“So you’re considering it!” Mia accused.

“I didn’t say that!” you squeaked.

“Pleeeeeease,” Jackie whined playfully. “It’ll be funny.”

“I don’t usually sleep with people for comedic effect.”

“I’ll chip in $20 if you do it,” she offered immediately. She turned to the rest of the table, “come on guys, we need to pool together and make her do it.”

“I’ve only got a ten,” Cody mumbled, pulling it out slowly before Jackie snatched it away.

“Okay, $30, who can make it $50?”

“Jackie, calm down,” you hissed.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t sleep with him for $50? He’s cute!”

“I have $35 and 67 cents,” Mia counted, shuffling through her wallet.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, your head falling into your hands.

“Just do it, for me,” Jackie said, suddenly sounding oddly serious. You didn’t understand why it mattered so much, but you decided it couldn’t be that bad if you just did it.

“Fine, fine, just shut up and don’t stare at us,” you instructed, getting up to a ruckus of cheers. You didn’t even take the money.

You walked across the cafeteria, messenger bag slung over your shoulder, and hoped you wouldn’t totally make an idiot of yourself.�� If you hadn’t already just by talking to a guy over a dare.

He didn’t seem to notice you when you stood by his table, still focusing on his computer.

“Um, hey,” you waved, and Peter looked up at you as he took out his earbuds.

“Hi,” he replied quickly.

“What… what are you working on?” you asked, motioning to the laptop. He didn’t stop looking at you, and he didn’t say anything. “I… we have comp together? You know who I am, right?”

“O-of course I do!” he suddenly perked up. “Yeah, I just…” he trailed off and turned to his laptop. “I was just working on this model.”

“Can I take a look?”

He smiled a little, and moved his backpack out of the seat next to him. “Go ahead!”

You sat down and leaned in to look at his screen.

“It’s-- it’s not finished but, basically I just put the kinetic energy of an object on the x-axis, the potential energy on the y-axis--”

You used the laptop’s touch screen to move the model around, impressed with his work. “And the z-axis is the conservation of energy for work done on an object,” you finished.

“Uh, yeah, exactly,” he nodded.

“It’s beautiful!” you realized, appreciating the variety of colors as each data point was suspended in the graph.

“Do you do any modeling?” he asked you, and for a hot second it felt like a line.

“Um,” you laughed, “no, not much at least. Nothing extracurricular.”

“Oh.”

“I’m more into abstract math, if I’m being honest.”

He smiled. “Oh, you’re one of those.”

You laughed, shoving him on the shoulder playfully, but regretting it as you saw his smile drop a bit. “People are so judgmental about abstract math, as if it isn’t the study of the founding principles of mathematics.”

“So you think adding a pineapple and a banana is the foundation of mathematics?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Okay, there’s so much more to abstract mathematics than weird variables,” you frowned. “Like basic functions on matrices! Don’t act like it isn’t dope as fuck to add, subtract, multiply and divide matrices. If you saw my whiteboard in my dorm you would understand.”

“If I had a whiteboard now I could prove to you that abstract math is overrated,” he countered.

“I’d love to see you try,” you scoffed. You hadn’t really meant it literally.

“I don’t have anything for the rest of the day,” he shrugged. It took you a moment to realize he was suggesting to actually come to your room and talk about math. You weren’t sure if that was even what would happen if you went back to your dorm…

You opened your mouth to say that you were busy, that you couldn’t, that you shouldn’t, so you were a little surprised when you heard yourself say “sure” instead.

And that was how you ended up sitting on your kitchen counter with Peter Parker between your legs, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before.

It sort of happened all at once. He just grabbed you and you were confused but went with it, because life is short and he was cute and his hands felt unexpectedly wonderful as they gripped your back.

You gasped a bit when he started to pull your shirt over your head but he didn’t slow down, quickly removing his own-- oh, hello there six-pack, nice to meet you-- kissing you again as he wrapped his hands around your waist and slid you off the counter, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips. He carried you to the bedroom with unexpected grace; he was so much stronger than he looked. And he looked different than he ever had before as he tossed you down onto your bed and started to kiss his way down your abdomen while his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts.

“Oh god, Peter!” you yelped as he kissed along your thighs, pulling down your shorts and underwear and tossing them to the side.

“Say my name again,” he demanded before instantly latching onto your clit, sucking and licking directly onto the bundle of nerves.

And you really had no choice in the matter, his name pouring from your lips over and over, accentuated with a yelp as he shoved two fingers into you, finding and massaging your g-spot before you could even process everything you were feeling.

“Oh my god, fuck, Peter!” you hissed, your head falling back onto the mattress so hard it bounced a little.

You were barreling towards an orgasm faster than you probably ever had before. This was nothing like the few other hook-ups you’d had since starting college-- it wasn’t even like the times you’d been alone with your hand or a vibrator. This was like an assault on the senses, so powerful that you couldn’t even really keep track of the sounds you were making or anything that wasn’t his mouth on you and his fingers in you.

“I’m gonna come, oh my god, I’m gonna come don’t stop please--” you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense. How could you be expected to form a sentence in these conditions?

Thankfully, he didn’t stop. He kept lapping at your clit as if he hadn’t even noticed your pleading, his fingers twisting inside you even as your walls clenched so tightly around them that it became difficult to keep up the pace. Your hips involuntarily bucked against his face, your legs quivered as he refused to give you any reprieve from the sensation, but he kept going.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck Peter I can’t-- it’s too much-- oh god,” you babbled, but it fell on deaf ears. A small part of your brain was confused why he wouldn’t stop-- you hadn’t told him outright to stop but it was kind of implied, right? Wasn’t it some amount of not okay that he was still going? It made your gut sink in a way that was equal parts disturbing and erotic.

You were trying to pull away but his arms wrapped around your thighs and held you down. God, he was strong. He looked kind of skinny in those hoodies he was usually wearing, but now that he was actually exerting some force he was clearly muscular. You felt helpless and it, oddly enough, turned you on.

“Peter, please, oh my god, slow down I-- I can’t take any more,” you whimpered; your voice came out all high-pitched and squeaky and it would’ve been embarrassing if you had enough brainpower left to care.

He groaned against your skin but said nothing, using his teeth to lightly graze your clit. Your whole body jerked at that, a sob tearing from your lips suddenly. It felt like you were past the point of orgasm now and just lost in some sort of aggressively intense world of pleasure-- it neared pain, really. You had never been pushed to your limits like this; you hadn’t even realized that there were limits which one could be pushed to this way! It was exhilarating and exhausting and overwhelming. You fought tears from forming because it would be so embarrassing to cry right now, and he would probably freak out and think you were hurt or something… maybe you were hurt, you couldn’t even tell at this point. But at this point, it was unstoppable. You were fucking crying from the overstimulation and he hadn’t even put his cock in you yet. Your face was so hot that your own tears felt cool as they poured down your cheeks.

Finally, he stopped when he heard your sobs. But instead of concern or fear or confusion, his expression was simply joy.

“Oh, you look so cute when you cry,” he cooed, sliding back up your body to kiss your tears away as they fell. Then he kissed your mouth, open and sloppy and aggressive, and the taste of yourself on his tongue made your head spin.

Before you could collect your thoughts, he pulled back and made quick work of his jeans and boxers-- fuck, he was big.

“You’re too kind,” he grinned, discarding the clothes and stroking his cock a few times.

You hadn’t realized you had said it out loud, and you felt a little nervous but then he was on you again, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue into your mouth. You felt him reaching down, gripping his cock and rubbing it through your folds. You were soaked, and swollen, and nearly sore. Every time the tip slid over your clit, you jumped a little.

He pushed into you ever so slightly, moving the head of his cock inside you and nothing more. You whined with confusion and anticipation, but he continued on teasing you.

“Please,” you whimpered into his kiss.

He pulled back and looked down at you, his eyes blown so wide that they looked like they’d gone black. “What was that?” he asked, and you sighed because you knew he could hear you the first time.

“Please, Peter,” you repeated, louder, “I need more.”

“More…?”

You sobbed with frustration, and desire. “Fuck me, please.”

He thrusted forward and you groaned as his cock stretched you open. It was like night and day, how he went from slowly teasing you to slamming into your eager walls. You cried out and gripped at his arms, just trying to steady yourself and maybe stop your skull from whacking the headboard if possible.

“You love it, don’t you? You love my cock,” he growled. His voice was lower, gravelly. He sounded like an entirely different person.

“Yes,” you replied weakly.

“Say it,” he demanded.

No one had ever talked to you like this before and it made your cheeks burn. “I-- I love your cock,” you stammered.

He smiled and you hoped you’d done it right, and that he wasn’t smiling at your obvious nervousness or lack of experience. You didn’t understand how this was normally supposed to go, because you didn’t normally hook up with people so casually-- you had just never really been interested in it. But now that he was fucking you so hard you could barely breathe, you were starting to get the appeal. God, your last boyfriend hadn’t even made you come in five months of dating, meanwhile five minutes with Peter had made you a sobbing mess. Even now you were biting your lip to hold back your tears from the sheer intensity of the sensations you were experiencing.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he pouted condescendingly. “You don’t wanna cry but you can’t help it, huh? You’re my dumb little crybaby aren’t you?”

You tried not to react to that but you knew he felt your walls clench suddenly.

“You like that? You like being my stupid whore?”

“S-stop,” you begged weakly, feeling beyond humiliated.

“But you like it, angel, I can tell. Don’t lie to me.”

He reached down to swirl his thumb over your clit, laughing at the way you tensed up and tried to squirm away.

“Is it too much princess?” he asked, but the nickname read less sweet and more mocking. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You asked me to fuck you. Begged me. Now you act like you can’t take it, like you’re this delicate little flower and not the dirty fucking whore I know you are.”

“I-- I’m not a whore,” you denied even as you struggled to suppress your obvious arousal from the derogatory nature of his words. You felt a little guilty for being into it, and slightly insulted, but fuck if it didn’t make your back arch and your throat dry and your pussy so excessively wet.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he scoffed. “But, maybe you’re not playing. You really are dumb, aren’t you?”

You logically knew that it was too late to deny anything he said, but you still clung onto your dignity as best you could. “N-no!”

“Not all the time, just when you’re wet. Isn’t that right? You get so desperate for cock and you don’t wanna be smart, you just wanna be somebody’s brainless fuckdoll.”

That sounded so appealing in some forbidden, filthy way and all of a sudden you were going to come again, any second now.

“Yes!” you nearly screamed, falling into your pleasure.

“Come on my cock, baby,” he encouraged, “come for me.”

You didn’t even sound like yourself with the noises you made, or maybe it was just that you’d never had the chance to make noises like that before. Either way, your orgasm crashed through you and nearly punched the air out of your lungs. Your toes went numb. You didn’t even know that could happen. And most important of all, your walls tensed and fluttered so hard that he began moaning into your ear.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come inside you.” You couldn’t tell if it was a warning, like he was asking permission, or if he was just informing you of his intentions which you would be powerless to stop even if you told him not to. You didn’t have to find out because you were on the pill, but it made you realize all too suddenly that you should’ve had him put on a condom-- how could you have forgotten?

His moans turned hoarse and with a growl and a tightened grip on your hips, he spilled deep in you, coating your walls as his length flexed and twitched inside you. For a moment you were just stuck like that, his weight holding you down as he caught his breath, and finally he rolled to the side and you could breathe cool air again.

“That was…” he began but trailed off, pulling you closer and kissing your shoulder. “You’re amazing.”

It was quite the shift from how he had been talking before. It was comforting, but you were still a little confused. “Really?”

He laughed softly. “Did you not notice? God, I’ve wanted you for so long…”

You were curious about where he was going with that, but then he suddenly sat up.

“Do you want some water?” he offered.

“Uh, yeah,” you smiled. “The cups are in the cabinet just to the left of the microwave.”

He nodded and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before sliding out of the bed, slipping his boxers on over his still-hard cock which was now coated in your come and his, and dashing out of the room.

You were mostly content to just lay there, although you felt uncharacteristically sore between your legs, and quite… sticky. You glanced over to your whiteboard and realized he never had any intentions of talking with you about abstract math. Was this just a one-time thing, or was he going to come back and ask you out? Were you boyfriend and girlfriend now? Or were you just a clueless romantic who thought that sleeping together meant more than it really did?

You rolled over and saw Peter’s phone resting on the bedside table. He must have set it there when he was stripping quickly while you two had been making out-- or that’s what you were pretty sure the order of events had been, it had all happened so fast…

At that exact moment, the screen lit up with a notification. You were about to roll back and not look at all, until you got a glimpse of the words.

PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14

You furrowed your brow. It looked like an alert for an upcoming class, except that this was your class, the one you had with him, and it wasn’t until tomorrow. No assignments due today, either. And what was with the row/seat thing? Peter didn’t sit in the third row… you did.

You picked up the phone just enough to angle it to see the rest of the notification. It wasn’t a calendar alert; it was a text message. “PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14” was the contact name. You could only get a preview of the message…

okay, it’s done isn’t it? can you please delete those pic….

You were curious, or maybe just concerned. Was the seat number supposed to be the person texting him? How were you supposed to keep track of who sat where to know who it was?

It had to be somebody from your row, but it was just you, Jackie, and a bunch of random dudes that Peter had never seemed to have any interaction with.

You assumed you wouldn’t be able to unlock the phone to even try to snoop, which you didn’t want to do anyways, but when you slid your thumb over the screen, you gasped when it opened straight to the conversation. Who didn’t put a password on their phone?

okay, it’s done isn’t it? can you please delete those pictures now? I did what you asked. I won’t tell anyone. just send me proof that the photos are gone, please.

You felt a little sick. You had no idea what this meant but it scared you. You saw the conversation from before but it didn’t make any sense. You scrolled back up to try to figure out what they were talking about and gasped when you saw a picture Peter had sent to the contact.

It was Jackie. But she wasn’t alone. She was on her knees in the lab room, and you gagged when you realized what she was doing-- or really, who she was doing it to.

She’d told you she had a casual thing with a new guy but refused to say who it was. You realized why now. She was fucking your professor, and you just knew she was doing it to get a better grade. You had been trying to figure out how she was earning higher marks than you but never seemed to be able to discuss the class material. It all made sense now, but it wasn’t a comforting feeling.

You scrolled down a bit to see the conversation after the photo, and your blood went cold as you read it.

You saw several more messages but you couldn’t bring yourself to read any of it. You knew everything you needed to know.

You weren’t sure what inspired you to open his camera roll… of course you wouldn’t find anything comforting there. But you had to see for yourself.

It was just a list of folders, so many you could keep scrolling for ages. Each had a label and a thumbnail image.

The thumbnail of Jackie on her knees jumped out first. PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14. 45 images.

A girl in a lacy bra posing for the camera. PHYS 509, row 1, seat 8. 12 images.

Two girls making out in a crowded room, holding red solo cups. ENGL 104, row 12, seat 5. 6 images.

A nude selfie in front of a mirror. PHIL 108, row 2, seat 2. 14 images.

And then the one that made your heart stop. It was a picture of you in a bikini, taken by a friend on spring break. PHYS 507, row 3, seat 13. 1 image.

The second you jumped up, dropping the phone, he was there with your promised glass of water in hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asked innocently. Just a second of silence was enough for him to pick up his phone from the floor and realize what had happened with a grin. “Oh, that,” he sighed, slipping it into his pocket after looking down at it with a sort of loving look, like he was proud of his work. “I suppose it’s my fault for leaving my phone right there, without a password, knowing I would get a text from Jackie any minute.”

“You wanted me to see it,” you grimaced, “you wanted me to see what you did to my friend. What you did to all those girls.”

“I didn’t do anything. They do all the heavy lifting, I just hack them and get pictures of it. Or, in your friend’s case, I hack them, find out they’re fucking the professor, and follow them to their next rendezvous.”

“You’re fucking sick,” you spat, and he just shrugged. “You’d better delete those photos of Jackie.”

“I will, don’t worry,” he soothed. “It’s a shame though, she was pretty prolific. You, on the other hand, you’re a good girl. You even had pretty good security, I respect that. Here’s a tip: your ISP creates the intranet that your wireless webcam uses to connect to your laptop. It’s password protected, but it defaults to your phone number, and most people never change it. Including yourself.”

You shivered. “You watched me with it, didn’t you?”

“Well, I had to since you didn’t have any good photos of yourself. And you do a decent job of erasing your porn history… but not a perfect job. You watch some interesting stuff. And you look so hot with your hand stuffed in your panties, rubbing yourself to whatever nasty shit you’re watching...”

“Shut up,” you demanded, covering your ears, “stop, please. This is so fucked up.”

He laughed a little. “You look better in person though. A webcam could never capture how perfect you look when you come.”

“Please just stop,” you sobbed.

“Stop what? I’m just telling you the truth.”

“I should’ve listened to my friends. You’re a freak.”

“Hmm, you seemed to like it before.”

“Just delete those pictures of Jackie… and let me go…” you seethed.

“I will,” he promised. “But, I need something to make up for the loss of some great spank bank material.”

You felt sick. But what else was new?

“I need to finally get some good pictures of you. Come on, isn’t it sad that your folder is so empty?” he pouted, pulling the phone back out from his pocket. “I could ruin a lot of lives with these folders. Just let me take a few photos and you can spare them all the humiliation. Nothing I haven’t seen you do before.”

You really really wanted to just deck him, but you knew he could probably release those photos with just one push of a button. He was prepared.

“Don’t post them,” you pleaded.

“You’ll be good?”

You clenched your jaw. “I’ll be good,” you answered through your teeth.

“Oh, look at you,” he cooed, “such a sweet girl you are. Helping out your friend even after she threw you into the lion’s den to protect her secret.”

You hadn’t thought about it that way. A pit formed in your stomach.

“Now come over here and get on your knees,” he grinned, turning on the camera.

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make-me-imagine · 4 years

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Sensory Prompts: ‘Frozen in fear’, ‘Feeling of warm blood on your hands’ + ‘Lying in a hospital bed and wanting to call out but you can’t’.

Requested by: Anon (first two prompts) and @spuffyfan394 (third prompt; requested 2 years ago lmao yikes).

Pairing: Spike x Gen!Neutral Reader

Triggers: Fighting, choking, injuries, and blood

Words: 1,922

As you walked softly down the hall, you listened intently for any noise as your hand remained tightly gripped around your weapon. Yet another demon came to Sunnydale, and you tracked it to this old broken down factory.

You had been split up from Buffy and the others when you went chasing the demon and now you were alone, much to your dismay. Not that you couldn’t fight well, but this demon had a magic that could amplify your fear to the point were you’d become parallelized. That’s how they get their victims. But they seem to only be able to do it to one person at a time, hence why you were in a group, and why you were so cautious now that you were alone.

Pausing as you heard creaking footsteps in the adjacent room, you felt our heart begin to quicken in pace. You prepared yourself to fight just as the figure came around the corner.

Quickly ducking down, you swung your leg out, taking the figure by surprise and knocking it on its back before you threw yourself on top of them, raising your arm to attack with your weapon but stopping when your eyes landed on the face of the figure.

“Spike?” you asked incredulously as he groaned from your attack.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” he asked as he stared up at you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked lowering your voice. Spike had stayed behind when all of you came to hunt the demon, he insisted none of you knew what you were getting into.

“I came to make sure you didn’t get yourself killed.” he said as he sat up on his elbows before his eyes grazed up and down your figure “Not that I’m not enjoying this particular position, but you are crushing my legs.”

You glanced down at your self, seeing you were mounted over his upper thighs. Feeling a blush come to your face you quickly got up “I was doing fine by the way, but now you jinxed me.” you said in annoyance from his comment.

You didn’t miss the way he rolled his eyes as he got up, brushing off the dirt from his pants “What the hell are you doing walking around alone, you know that is exactly what you should not be doing.”

You sighed “I got separated from the others when he were chasing the demon. But look-” you gestured to him with a smile “I’m not alone now.”

He rolled his eyes again as he walked past you “Let’s just go find the others.”

You began to follow him, smile on your face as you thought about why he came “I knew you had a soft spot for me.” you said while catching up to him. Spike remained silent and he avoided looking at you, only making your smile widen.

As you entered into a large open space in the factory, moonlight from outside shining down from the broken up roof, you saw Buffy, Xander and Willow on the other side. You raised your hand in greeting as the three of them looked relieved to see you, but confused to see Spike. As you began to meet in the middle of the room, you all jumped in surprise as a large roar echoed through the room as the demon jumped down from somewhere above, nearly landing on Buffy and managing to knock her down.

“Buffy!” you yelled as you ran to her aid, jumping on the demons back and stabbing the weapon into it’s back. As it roared in pain, lunging backwards, knocking you to the ground and spinning around, you flinched as it moved towards you, only for Spike to jump in front of you and attack the demon.

Buffy and you got up at the same time as you moved to help Spike just as he was thrown a few feet away. You halted in your step as you felt an overwhelming sense of terror fill your body as the demon pointed at you, it’s eyes beginning to glow as it used it’s powers on you.

Your heart was hammering in your chest so heavily you thought it might burst. Dizziness started to take hold as you could hear the muffled sound of the other’s voices as they began fighting the demon. Your eyes managed to focus on what was happening, though your body was still frozen in fear. You saw Willow and Xander thrown back, as Buffy continued to try and fight the demon.

Spike appeared in front of you as he gripped your shoulders “Y/n, Y/n, look at me!” his voice seemed to be far away but you tried to focus on him as he began to shake you lightly.

“Spike” your voice came out quiet, almost squeaky “I can’t move” you muttered out as your chest began to feel heavier the longer the demons magic had a hold on you.

Spike growled under his breath as the fear in your eyes remained, taking the weapon from your hand he turned towards the demon but was surprised that the demon was right in front of him. He moved to stab the demon but the demon wrapped his hand around Spikes throat and lifted him off the ground.

You suddenly began to feel your paralysis lift as you saw what was happening. Spike was struggling against the demon, and you began to come back to reality as the fear of dying was replaced by your fear for Spike’s life.

As you watched the demon lift his hand, now holding a broken peace of wooden plank, you realized that he was about to stab Spike in the heart. The fear holding you back suddenly seemed to shatter as you were able to move as you lunged forward grabbing Spikes waist and yanking down as hard as you could.

Catching both Spike and the demon by surprise, the demons grip loosened as you managed to pull Spike away, just as he was moving to stab him. As Spike fell to the ground, and you began to fall on top of him, he watched in horror as the demon continued to plunge it’s arm down. Your eyes widened in shock and pain as the wooden steak was plunged into your back.

“No!” Spike yelled out as he reached forward as you fell forward. Spike’s eyes stayed on the demon as it arched back and howled out in pain as Buffy struck it through it’s own heart with her weapon.

As the demon collapsed, Buffy saw what happened as Spike held you in his arms, her attention leaving the now dying demon as she ran towards you, Willow and Xander doing the same.

Your breath was uneven as your head rested on Spikes shoulder. Spike lifted his hands from your back, seeing and feeling the warm red blood from the wound on his hands.

“Y/n, hold on!” you heard Willow’s voice as you began to grow weaker, your body becoming limp as you felt exhaustion take over and your vision began to fade.

- - -

“Y/n!”

Your eyes bolted open as the memory of someone calling your name woke you from your unconscious state. Your panic began to fade as you realized you were lying in a bed in what appeared to be a hospital room. Your body was sore as and your head was aching. Your eye were heavy as you looked towards the door. You could hear the muffled sound of people talking in the hall outside your room. Opening your mouth to call out, but you couldn’t. You seemed to have no strength to do so as your eyes continued to grow heavier and heavier.

Seeing something from the corner of your eye, your eyes begin t focus on a figure that comes from the corner of the room. Your vision was blurry, but you could recognize the bright blonde hair of the figure as his face appeared in front of yours. You could hear him speaking but couldn’t focus on his words as your eyes closed yet again and you felt into a deep sleep.

“Y/n, y/n” Spike said softly as he watched you struggled for consciousness, only for you to lose as close your eyes again. He sighed as he took your hand in his. This was the first time you had woken up, even if it was only for a moment, he was glad you did, it gave him hope. He had not left your side since they brought you here, near-death three days prior.

As he walked back over to the window, staring out at the night sky, he re-played what happened in his head again. Especially the moment you were stabbed, after having saved him. Looking back at you he smiled sadly “I guess I really did jinx you huh?” he whispered before leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.

- - -

Your eyes opened gradually again, as the dim room came into focus. Looking around the room, your eyes land on a figure in the window, silhouetted by the dimming light of the sunset.

“Spike” your voice was quiet, but loud enough for him to hear as his head snapped in your direction.

He smiled as he met your tired eyes, quickly making his way over to you and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Took you long enough.”

You smiled up at him, taking it you must have been out for a while since the fight with the demon. “Are you okay?”

He scoffed “You’re lying in a hospital bed and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

You let out a soft laugh “Force of habit.”

He shook his head lightly as he took your hand in his “I’m sorry I jinxed you.”

You frowned slightly in confusion before you remembered what you said in the factory. Shaking your head you smiled lightly “Don’t be. I’m fine, see.” you said as you lightly gestured to yourself.

He rose a single brow as he sighed in mild amusement “I went there to save you, and you ended up saving me.”

“Hey, that just makes us even then.” you said in reference to a time in the past when he had saved you from a vampire. Your eyes moved to the window as it began to get brighter “When did you get here?”

Spike looked to the window as the sky began to grow darker “I never left.” he said as he looked back at you, nodding his head to the window “Black out curtains, just used those. Though one of the nurses almost killed me when she tried to open them today.” he said with an amused tone.

“You never left? How long have I been here?”

“Uh, a..few days..give or take.” he said dismissively, trying to ignore the heat rising up his neck.

Your smile grew “See? I knew you had a soft spot for me.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled, trying to think up some snarky flirty comment before letting out a small sigh and looking back at you “No. I’ve got much more than a soft spot for you.” Bringing his hand to your face, he stroked the side of your face before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Took you long enough.” you said amused as he let out a dry laugh.

“Oh shut up” he joked before pressing a kiss to your lips, knowing full well it took him way to long to finally admit how he felt.

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