#i know she's wearing that black turtleneck (or at least A black turtleneck) but once again it's barely visible under that blazer

[swallowedabug]

MAYKO NGUYEN Hudson & Rex 6.15 (2024)

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — bakugou hates feeling jealous. but you make it worthwhile.

࿄ ! warnings — f!reader. absolutely none. sfw. / note. katsuki is a cutie patootie.

jealous bakugou is something else. he doesn’t think he’s all that possessive of you at all - he doesn’t care if your outfit is skimpy or if you have guy friends. bakugou regards himself as very secure in his relationship with you.

until he hears what guys have to say about you. then he gets a little crazy.

it’s an open day where he’s helping a group of lackies and hero interns with integrating into his agency and it’s pretty innocent at first. kiri and deku are doing most of the heavy lifting with talking with the prospective sidekicks and heroes (katsuki is very content with the extras he has already). he’s already kind of distracted by seeing you this morning - you offered to lift a hand and do some extra work around his agency for today due to the unusual amount of people scoping his place out and why would he pass on an offer to see you around his agency all day?

unfortunately for katsuki, it means that he’s being increasingly more distant than he usually is and the interns can feel the disgusted energy emitting from every fibre in his body. it’s not like he’s trying to hide it though - what a waste to have you come to his workplace and only catch glimpses of your hair and your scent.

“kacch- dynamight? what do you look for in a sidekick who wants to potentially join this agency,” asks izuku, pulling his friend out of his thoughts. katsuki looks at the crowd of young, probably high school kids and they basically cower under his gaze. he recognises a few of them from other, unimportant events he can’t seem to specifically recall. god, he wants to bite back at them but he shrugs in annoyance.

“don’t piss me off and do as you’re told. simple as but it seems like you lot would still f-”, deku quickly interjects katsuki and yells out, “okay! let’s take a quick 10 minute break! just have a look around and we’re free if you have any questions you want to ask!”

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“what is with you today, kacchan? you’re more… insolent than usual,” asks izuku slowly, watching the expression on his blond’s face meld into a face of indifference.

“maybe it’s the fact that i don’t care about these idiots who’re just making a goddamn mess of the place. i don’t need more extras to fuck shit up f’me,” bakugou grumbles. kirishima pats his moody friends on the back and goes to speak when-

“well at least the rumours about dynamight are true. that guy is a fucking mood killer,” says some guy standing in the corner of the reception area, who looks to be a sidekick and is accompanied by other unknown up and coming ‘extras’ as Katsuki woukd put it.

“tell me about it. the guys here fucking suck. for once, i’m wishing that we were stuck with the female pros instead. have you seen uravity? she’s sexier in real life,” pipes up some other guy and the rest holler and hoot.

the three pros look at each other, with bakugou looking at kirishima and deku with knowing, smug eyes.

“i’m just going to interrupt their conversation-” says kirishima, attempting to walk over until another lackey pipes up.

“but have you seen y/h/n? what a woman. shame she’s not in her hero suit. what i would do for a woman like that,” grunts some pathetic looking guy. he’s spindly and limp and looks akin to a wet noodle.

it doesn’t stop katsuki from seething though.

kirishima and izuku slowly turn to look at their friend - who’s practically steaming in his hero uniform. all katsuki can see is red and violence - which isn’t really unlike from what he normally sees but it’s different this time. this time it’s about you.

he sees the group of gross, teenage boys point to where you’re standing: you’re leaning over the receptionist desk and just from the behind can katsuki appreciate how beautiful you are. you’re wearing a short black turtleneck dress with orange accents (you told him that you wanted to wear his colours to his agency) and in any other setting would katsuki run his hands over you and compliment and kiss you till you were shying away from him.

bakugou knew that you got unwanted attention, regardless if he was standing by you like a rabid guard dog - you were gorgeous and you knew that. he also knew that you could hold your own against a hoard of horny teenage losers and you would never look twice at them when you had him. still, that logic went out the window when he could see the same group of kids leering and pointing at where your thighs met the bottom of your dress and he wanted to kill them.

kirishima got wind of this just by looking at the blond’s expression, “please don’t blow up the place - they’re just dumb kids! think about how hard we worked for this agency,” pleads kirishima.

“he’s too far gone,” izuku sadly laments as they watch bakugou stride on over to you and ignore both the men’s pleas and bargains. he aggressively pushes past the disgusting collective of eyes and they break apart in shock at his intrusion through them.

you’re, however, too enamoured in your conversation with his assistant and mina- you’re looking at a pinterest board and he wants to bite you for being so cute in front of everyone. it makes him even angrier that those extras would ever think that you would give them more than a side eye and a polite wave.

you feel katsuki before you see him - his uniform-clad arm holds your waist between the desk as he slots himself into your conversation.

“so what’s this about? whatcha talking about?” katsuki asks and mina and his assistant giggle at his intrusion while you roll your eyes and turn yourself sideways to look at him.

“i would tell you but mina and akako might kill me,” you tell your boyfriend, resting a manicured hand on his chest. akako, bakugou’s assistant, laughs and nods her head:

“sorry, dynamight, our conversations are sacred. might i add your timetable tells me that you’re due to take the interns on a practice patrol in less than… 20 minutes?”

katsuki narrows his eyes at this and you chastise akako for poking at him, “leave him alone! i want him here,” before resting a hand on his stubbled jaw and scratching at his face. katsuki’s eyes close at the sensation and he opens them to take a good look at your face. the stupid kids are still a embittering thought in the back of his mind and in any given situation, he would never do this. but sometimes bakugou’s heart goes against his common sense and this was one of those times.

he leans down to slots his lips over yours and presses a gloved hand into the small of your back and you smile into the kiss while a few “awwhs,” emit in the background. bakugou opens an eye slightly to see in his peripheral vision that the gaggle of the limp-faced sidekicks are looking at him in a mixture of shock and fear and embarrassment. he also sees kirishima and izuku grab them up to guide them out of the room.

when you break from the kiss to brush at the hair on the nape of his head, he mumbles, “have i told you how much i love that dress on you?”

you giggle a little and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth, “a few times. but you can keep telling me if you want. ‘s not like i’ll get tired of hearing it,” you whisper to him and it’s like you’re the only people in the room. he’ll tell you about what spurned this on another day. in the meanwhile, he bask in your attention until he has to go and entertain those useless jerks. it’s not like he’s going to employ any of them.

bakugou would say this is a mission accomplished in his book. yeah, he’s a little jealous and possessive. but with the way you look at him, he finds himself caring less and less about what others have to say about you.

doesn’t mean he won’t try knock them in the side of their head if the time calls for it.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[storiesfromafan]

Hey, okay?

I wanted to ask Mattheo Riddle for something cute, where maybe the reader is very insecure about her body, especially her thighs and breasts....

maybe where the reader has a super nice body and such, but in her eyes, her body is super weird.... she thinks her thighs are too thick, and her breasts are big and she doesn't like that...

Thanks!!

A/N: I loved this idea!! I just hope this good enough haha. Been working on in since I got your request. I'm sorry if it's not that good, I did have a little trouble getting it out of my head in the best words 😅

Why Me?

Every time you look in a mirror you ask yourself; why does Mattheo Riddle like me? What is it about me that made him ask me out? Or made him want me as his girlfriend? In your eyes you weren’t that special. You got decent grades. Weren’t that sporty. You thought your looks were average, with (E/C) eyes that were a nice dark shade. (H/C) (H/L) hair that was always maintained and presentable. But then we get to your body. You didn’t think you were fat. Just average size. Though there were parts of your body that stuck out more to you. You didn’t have a thigh gap like the girls that you share your room with. Your thighs just touching. Not to mention you thought they were maybe too thick. While the other girls in your room had slimmer thighs.

Next it was your breast. Compared to the girls around you, they were larger. To you they were too big. You couldn’t wear tops like the girls with smaller chests. And if you did you had to go up a size, just to feel comfortable with your larger chest. But then it’s to lose in the waist. You couldn’t win. Why couldn’t you be like the other petite girls? Why was your genetics cruel to you?

You thought that as you stared at your reflection in your dorm rooms full length mirror. You were getting ready for a day trip to Hogsmeade with Mattheo and your friends. You’d had picked some jeans, which had highlighted your thoughts on your thighs. And had changed your top three times, because you didn’t like how obvious your assets were in them.

“He’ll like you in whatever you wear!” Pansy Parkinson laughed, thinking it was trying to look good for your boyfriend and not your insecurities.

You shot her a silly smile, hoping it hid the embarrassment of your friend watching you get ready. You didn’t think she or anyone else was paying you any attention. Pansy came up and placed a hand on your shoulder, a warm smile on her face.

“Wear the (colour/pattern) turtleneck with that black corduroy skirt of yours, the one with the buttons down the front” Pansy suggested. “You can borrow a pair of my black thigh high socks. Mattheo will love it!”

Hearing Pansy’s offer to lend you the thigh high socks triggered some panic in you. You couldn’t wear them. You’d either stretch them out, and all will know how big your thighs are. Or they wouldn’t fit, showing all the truth.

“Ah thanks Pans” you started with a touch of panic. “I will wear black stockings. More warmer”.

She laughed. “But they aren’t very practical. At least with the thigh highs they’re easy access”.

You blushed at her words. Yet she wasn’t wrong. But you couldn’t risk the truth getting out. With a shaky laugh you told her you’d stick with the stockings. Pansy didn’t say anything after that, grabbed her jacket and headed to the common room, along with the other girls of the room. Once alone you moved to change into your outfit, before grabbing your coat and leaving to meet your boyfriend and friends. “(Y/N/N) is so cute! She kept changing her outfit to find something cute to wear today” you heard Pansy giggle to Mattheo, as you approached your group.

Hearing her words made you want to crawl under a rock. Sure, you wanted to look good for your boyfriend, and yourself. But they didn’t know the thoughts and feelings you had for your body. You don’t know if you could tell them, ever. Would they understand? Would shedding light on your imperfections pull back the veil for them to really see them? Would they find it gross or dislike you for them?

Pansy’s eyes landed on you and a smile formed on her lips. Seeing the Slytherin girls’ attention was elsewhere, Mattheo turned around and laid his chocolate brown orbs on you. The warmest of smiles forming on his sinful lips, his smile reaching his eyes as he looked at you. You felt your cheeks warm from his attention. But then that voice in the back of your head piped up; you’re nothing special. He could do better then you…

Standing next to Mattheo, you felt unworthy of being here with him. But as soon as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and placed a kiss to your cheek, it gave some reassurance.

“Hello love” he whispered in your ear, just for you, only for you. His words giving you butterflies.

“H-hello” you stutter out. “Sorry for keeping you waiting”. Mattheo gave you another warm smile of his, “it’s alright, happy to wait”. And then he gave you a wink.

Once everyone was there you all headed out to Hogsmeade for the day. You enjoyed the walk to the small town. The whole way Mattheo held your hand, or he had you link arms. Either way he wanted you close.

Upon arriving, you all went to Honeydukes. It was one of the most popular places in the town, next being The Three Broomsticks. Entering Honeydukes, Mattheo holding the door open for you, always a gentleman, you were greeting to a warm and sweet-smelling atmosphere. You and Mattheo walked around the shop, laughing and smiling. You picked out some sweets to take back to school. And Mattheo did the same, he even brought you a few extras of your favourite chocolates.

Exiting the shop, you both walked past the shops window, looking at the display. Your face fell as you looked at yourself. Why did you buy so many sweets (Y/N)? Want to get fat? Want your thighs to get thicker? Disgusting. The voice was back. You gripped the handle of the bag you’re holding tighter, contemplating if you should drop it or not.

A warm hand envelope your free hand, bringing your eyes to the reflection of your boyfriend. The warm smile upon his face sent the voice back to the dark corner of your mind. You returned his smile before he dragged you off to The Three Broomsticks. Upon entering the cosy pub, you both removed your coats. Mattheo took your coat and said he’d hang them both up while you get a table. You found a free table in the back corner. Soon Mattheo joined you with a couple of butterbeers.

“Thank you” you said warmly, before taking a sip.

Mattheo took the seat next to you and proceeded to take a drink from his own glass mug. You both smiled at the other, Mattheo then chuckled before moving his hand in and whipped some of the froth from your top lip. You laughed sheepishly, feeling a blush rise on your cheeks. He always found you cute when embarrassed and couldn’t understand how he had gotten so lucky with you. For some time, it was just the both of you, cosy together drinking and chatting. But soon Pansy, Draco and Blaise joined the both of you.

More drinking and chats took place, followed with laughter when something funny was said or someone was made the joke. You always enjoy these moments; this atmosphere was what made school bearable. Eventually you excused yourself to use the bathroom. And upon returning to the table, you found Blaise in your spot.

“Come here love” Mattheo said after noticing your lack of spot. “You can sit on my lap” he smiled.

With those words panic set in. You sitting on Mattheo’s lap. That is not good. The voice returned, taunting you. Telling you how heavy you were. How he would find out how fat your thighs are. How disgusted he would be with you. You stood there looking at your boyfriend, heart racing. Sensing something wasn’t right, Mattheo gave you a comforting smile while taking a hold of your hand. He proceeded to slowly draw you close to him, before bringing you to sit on his lap.

You didn’t lean back into your boyfriend, nor did you let your whole weight on to him. Mattheo didn’t seem to notice how you were sitting. He just moved his left arm to wrap around your waist, while resting his chin on your right shoulder as he listened to Pansy and Draco. He was so comfortable with you on his lap. You on the other hand were being careful. And when his left hand would caress your thigh you stiffened, heart jumping into your throat. Surely any minute he would make a comment or push you away. But he didn’t.

Every moment was torture. The voice in your head saying cruel things. Eventually it got too much for you. Getting up abruptly from Mattheo’s lap you excused yourself, making up an excuse to get out of there and back to the castle, and your dorm room. Not waiting for a response, you grabbed your coat before leaving The Three Broomsticks. Mattheo and your three friends sat there confused and a little worried.

You hated leaving like you did. But it was becoming too much. The voice continuing to put you down. You were on the walk back to the castle, not far from the turn off that would take you to the Forbidden Forest, when a hand grabbed your arm pulling you to a stop.

“Bloody hell love!” Sighed Mattheo, “I’ve been calling your name for ages!”

You kept your eyes on the ground, “sorry. Didn’t hear you…” you said softly.

He let go of your arm and ran his hand through his curly brown locks. “Did I do something? Please tell me if I did, because I didn’t mean to” he said with concern.

You shook your head. “No Theo, you didn’t do anything”.

Mattheo stepped closer, bringing his hands up and cup your cheeks. He moved your head, so your eyes locked with his. “Then why did you run out of there like you did?” He asked softly.

“I-I” you stammered, unsure what to say. “I forgot about homework I have to do” you lied. Which Mattheo picked up on right away.

“Really love, what’s up?” He asked with worry.

At the moment a group of girls walked past the both of you. They giggled and said hello to Mattheo, who didn’t entirely give them his attention. He did return the hello, all the while focusing on you. You felt your heart warm seeing his eyes on you, and not once leaving you.

He is pitying you, the voice creeped from its dark corner of your mind. It’s only time before he realises the heifer he is dating, and will dump you for one of those girls…

Your heart sake from what the voice said. It was getting harder to ignore the voice or push it away. It made some sense to you. You did not understand why Mattheo was with you. Pulling yourself from him, you once again took off towards the castle. And Mattheo was right on your heels. He called your name, asked you what was wrong and talk to him. You hated ignoring him, but what could you say? You couldn’t tell him the dark truth, as he would see how crazy you were and possibly call you it too.

Once again Mattheo grabbed your arm, but this time he used apparition. Realising what had happened, you took in your new surroundings. Mattheo had brought you to the boathouse, which was quiet except for the water softly hitting against the building. You turned from where boats would be loaded into the water, and to your boyfriend, whom was watching you closely with concern.

“Love, no more running” he said softly, stepping towards you but stopped when he saw you stiffen. “Please tell me what’s going on?”

You released a shaky sigh. How could you admit to the gorgeous guy before you how fat you were. How disgusting your thighs are. How you weren’t like the other girls, and that made you feel like nothing. The dark voice taunted you right now, laughing at you for allowing yourself to get into this position, how Mattheo would once and for all see you for everything you are. You felt the heat and prick in your eyes, knowing tears were rising in them but you couldn’t let him see them. Only Mattheo was more observant than you thought. Before you could stop him, Mattheo had wrapped his arms around you, holding you close while whispering sweet words in your ear in hopes to comfort you.

“It’s alright” Mattheo cooed in your ear. “Please don’t cry love. I’m sorry if I have done or said anything to hurt you. I never want to hurt you or upset you”.

Hearing his words, his apology for nothing he had done, made those pesky tears fall from your eyes. You were the problem not him. Mattheo was sweet, kind, affectionate, caring, thoughtful and the list goes on! All the while you were disgusting, practically repulsive. He’d now finally see you for it after you let it out. For the word vomit was coming. And all because he was so worried and concerned for you.

You pulled away from Mattheo. “It’s not you, it’s me” you said trying to stay calm while whipping your eyes. “I’m the problem. Not you. You’re wonderful, perfect Theo. Me, I’m disgusting. I don’t get why me, why choose me!” Here it all came. “There are better looking girls you could be with. I’m average, but I have thick thighs, I’m fat and I don’t have the chest of other petite girls! I’m absolutely disgusting!”

By the time you got all your words out you were crying profusely, bordering on ugly crying, which you wanted to add to that list but couldn’t voice it. You covered your eyes and most of your face with your hands, not wanting to see Mattheo’s face or for him to see how terrible you looked. Suddenly you were pulled into a solid form, arms wrapping tightly around you, that familiar scent of cigarettes and mint hit you.

“You are not disgusting. You are not fat. You are the most beautiful girl with the most bewitching (E/C) eyes that hold me captive with one look. You have the perfect body, thighs included, that make me weak and lose all control, but I have to stop myself from grabbing you and holding you closely. I spend lessons next to you, telling myself to keep my hand from your thigh, as all I want to do is place my hand there and never let it go. I go crazy from having to behave in public love” Mattheo took a moment to take in a few shaky breathes. “It’s not only the physical side that I want either. You – (F/N) (L/N) – are sweet, generous, caring, kind, loving, gentle, intelligent, funny – just everything that makes you the best person I know, and love unconditionally. You are perfect for me. I want you because you are you, and because you make me want to be better, the best for you. I’m not worthy of you love!”

Slowly Mattheo words sunk in, slower than you wanted. The gorgeous male before you believed he wasn’t worthy of you. And he thought you were the best person. It couldn’t be true, surely. Mattheo moved back and pulled your hands from you face. He wiped the tears from your face, all the while looking at you with so much love. Finally, you heard his words, letting them sink in. Yet that dark voice began to speak up but you weren’t listening anymore. For your boyfriend’s words were true.

“(Y/N/N), you are perfect for me in every way".

That was it. That declaration was all you needed to send that dark voice to the deepest, darkest place of your mind, and for it to never return while Mattheo was around. Your boyfriend now knew of your insecurities and he would make sure to reassure you that you were beautiful, your body was perfect and you were worthy.

Without skipping a beat, you kissed your boyfriend, silently thanking him. Mattheo once again wrapped his arms around you and held you close, while you both shared a tender kiss. After the kiss you opened up to him more, he had asked you to without pushing and said to always talk to him when you needed. You agreed to come to him when you needed to talk. There would be no more secrets kept between you. And let’s just say he showed you and your body how much he loved you, all of you. 😉

A/N: I don't this it's as good as some of my other works, but I am content with it. Feel free to keep requesting. I've got a few now to do. But I'm having trouble logging into tumblr on my computer and app on my phone. Hopefully it gets sorted out soon.

[aceofstars16]

A fic I started writing a *while* ago and finally finished! I was going to try to draw something to go with it, but it's already been sitting for weeks or even months so...I'm just gonna share it now xD

Mabel is creating another sweater masterpiece, but then someone unexpected asks for her assistance.

Mabel was in the zone. Her fingers moved quickly, the clacking of her knitting needles filled the air. This was going to be a GREAT sweater. One of her best! Well, all of them were the best, but still!

She was vaguely aware of Dipper telling her he was going out with Soos and Stan to do…something, she didn’t quite catch what it was. But that was fine, this sweater would take up at least another hour, probably more. And if they weren’t back by then, well, she could start on another one. Or have a dance part with Waddles. Or about a million other things.

The TV was on as Mabel worked. She was half watching, half working, just how she liked it. Which is probably why didn’t notice Dipper leaving. Or just about anything else going on in the shack. That is, until someone coughed. Well, she might not have noticed that either, but it was kind of loud. Almost like they had already coughed once.

Looking up, a grin broke out on Mabel’s face as she saw Ford standing in the doorway.

“Grunkle Ford!” Mabel held up her sweater. “What do you think?”

Ford glanced at the sweater, taking it in for a moment, then a hesitant smile grew on his face. “It’s uh, it’s very colorful.”

“Right?” She held up the yarn she was using. “I have been wanting to use these colors for ages and I finally got around to it, and it looks awesome!”

Ford nodded, but didn’t say anything else, almost as if he was at a loss for words.

Then Mabel had a spark of genius. “Oh my gosh! I can make you a sweater! I’ve tried making some for Dipper but he never wears them. I think ‘cause of his sweating problem. And I’ve offered to make one for Stan too. He says he doesn’t need one, but I’ll wear him down soon, I know it. But! You already wear sweaters!”

For a moment, Ford just stared at her, then he shook his head. “Oh, ah. No, that’s fine. I don’t need a new sweater.”

Mabel’s shoulders drooped and the sweater she had been holding up fell in her lap. All the of ideas she had been coming up with in the last few seconds came screeching to a halt.

“Oh, but uh, I do actually have a favor to ask. And it does involve sweaters.” Ford pulled his hands out from behind his back and showed her the black turtleneck he had been wearing when he’d first come out of the portal, along with the red one she’d seen him wear for the past few days. It was only now that she realized he was wearing a white button up instead of his normal sweater, though his coat was pulled tightly around his neck. “These have a few holes in them. I…can patch them myself, but-”

“I can help!” Mabel sat up straight, her smile returning to her face. “I can do it right now if you want!”

Ford held up a hand. “Oh, no, that’s fine. Just when you have time. I’ll leave them here.” He placed the sweaters on the edge of the couch.

Mabel couldn’t stop herself from picking up one of them. “I can do it now, really, you could even stay and-”

“No, no. Really. It’s fine. There are some things I need to attend to.” Ford gave her an awkward smile which she tried to return despite her disappointment. She really wanted to get to know Ford better.

“I’ll leave you to your current project.” Ford raised a hand in farewell, then turned and left without another word.

Mabel frowned at the empty hallway where her grunkle had been. Then she glanced at the sweater in her lap. “Sorry rainbow sweater, but I have another project I gotta work on first.” Placing aside her colorful top, Mabel picked up the black turtleneck and frowned. It was so dark, and as she examined it, she saw a bunch of holes in it. The red one was better, but still way too holey.

Carefully placing all of the sweaters on the couch, she raced upstairs. Ford might’ve said he only needed a patch job, and he’s said there was no rush. but Mabel knew she couldn’t pass up this opportunity. This was her chance to make something for her new grunkle – even if it was just adding something to his current clothes – and she was not going to wait to get started.

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Ford frowned as he stared at the rift, moving within its containment unit. He was still at a loss as to how to get rid of it, if he even could. It was just another reminder of his mistakes, and now, thanks to Stan, he was back to square one with stopping Bill too.

The sound of the elevator opening sent a wave of panic through Ford and he quickly closed the door to the cabinet he had been keeping the rift in. He’d told Dipper, yes, but he didn’t want to risk anyone else knowing about it.

“Grunkle Ford!”

Spinning around, Ford was met with the sight of Mabel grinning, her hands behind her back. He was more than a little surprised to see her, it had only been an hour or so since he’d gone upstairs to give her his sweaters.

“So, I know you said there wasn’t a rush, but I really wanted to work on your sweaters right away…” Mabel pulled her hands from behind her back to show him the sweaters. “But I really wanted to do them now!”

For a moment, Ford stared at her. She had worked fast! He wasn’t very knowledgeable about knitting, but he had always assumed it took a while to make something. Then again, he’d only asked for a patch job, so maybe that didn’t take as long.

Reaching forward, he picked up the top sweater – his red one – which, upon further inspection, he could see was now free of holes. “Thank you, Mabel, I appreciate-” He trailed off as he caught sight of his black turtleneck. Because it was no longer fully black. There were grey and white polka dots scattered over the whole thing and on the front was a stitched six fingered hand.

“You like it?” Mabel grinned, holding up the sweater. “There were a lot more holes, and I didn’t have much black left. And I thought ‘hey, everyone loves polka dots!’ and since you have a fix fingered hand on your journal, I figured that would be a fun touch too!”

For a moment, Ford just stood there processing the information. He’d only asked for a patch job, he really didn’t need anything extra, and he would’ve gladly waited for her to get more yarn that would match. But then he met her gaze and saw the pure excitement and enthusiasm shining in her eyes. He couldn’t help but remember her creativity when playing DD & More D, and the fact that she had channeled that into one of his sweaters and was so excited about it…He found a small smile growing on his face as well.

“Thank you, Mabel. I love it.”

“Really?!?” Mabel beamed, holding it out to him.

He accepted it and placed it above the red sweater that he had draped on his arm.

“Are you gonna try it on?”

Ford couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Alright, I’ll try it on.” He handed her the red sweater before carefully pulling the black one over his head. He glanced down at it and smiled. It wasn’t his style at all - even after thirty years in other dimensions, he still found himself trying not to draw attention to his extra fingers - but for some reason, he didn’t mind seeing it displayed on a sweater.

“It looks perfect! Now we really are sweater twins!”

“I suppose we are.” Ford smiled fondly at her enthusiasm. It really was contagious.

“Oh! I forgot! I need to let Waddles out for a bit, he’s been cooped up for hours and I can’t let him out without supervision!” Mabel quickly handed the red sweater to Ford and raced towards the elevator, but not before giving Ford one last grin. “I’m glad you love your sweaters Grunkle Ford!”

Ford watched as the elevator doors closed. Then he glanced down at the sweater before looking up at the dismantled portal and the cabinet with the rift in it. His work tended to be quite messy. With a frown, he carefully removed the black sweater and replaced it with the red. It was a special gift and he didn’t want to accidentally ruin it. No, he decided that it would be saved for very special occasions. After all, this was the first gift he’d received in a long time, especially from family. And for that, it deserved to be treated as the treasure that it was.

[shroomiewrites]

Assignment tutoring || Professor!Price x F!Reader

Professor!Price x F!Reader || 5,9k words || NSFW || 18+ || Minors DNI

Warnings: AFAB reader, explicit sexual themes, degradation, creampie, spanking, praise, dirty talking, v penetration, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), power play, subby Price, a hint of exhibitionism.

⁠✧.*⁠Previous chapter || Private Lessons*⁠.⁠✧

Synopsis: You and Price convinced yourselves the last time would be just that, the last one. However he's been on your mind all week, consuming you to the point of insanity, and it seems like you weren't the only one...

You really shouldn't feel as proud and satisfied as you did when John Price walked into class the following Friday with a black turtleneck that, oh so conveniently, covered his neck. You also shouldn't have felt your entire body jolt as he locked eyes with you, the side of his mouth twitching up so subtly most people wouldn't notice. But you did. Because he's all you had been able to think of for the entirety of the past week, touching yourself, imagining, craving, that it was him instead. 

He hadn't reached out to you. Not that he could, if you were being fair. You two agreed on not exchanging phone numbers, promising that that would be the last time. What can you say? You lie sometimes. Because there's no way in hell you wouldn't have him in your mouth at least once before you had to part for good and forever miss the way he wet his finger, unnecessarily lewd, before turning to the next page, babbling about some case that you frankly couldn't care less for.  

You didn't miss the way he sneaked a few glances at you, more importantly, at your naked legs that sprawled out of the tight skirt you chose to wear today, for no particular reason of course. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched voice near you.

"Professor, does that correlate to the recent Wyatt X Johnson case?" You rolled your eyes.

Is water wet? How can anyone even ask such a stupid question–

"Great observation! The precedent is the same, indeed. Smart girl." He winked at her and you felt the breakfast you had in the morning go up your throat as she giggled, clearly proud of herself.

If she was a smart girl for that, you must be corporate law's fucking Einstein. Rage bubbled in your stomach and you bit the inside of your cheek. Yeah sure he's still a teacher but the wink? The damned wink?! Fuck him. Without any sexual connotation this time, just a pure, old, ill intentioned fuck him. 'You're the first student I've ever fucked' your ass. 

The rest of the class was spent with you furiously typing away in your laptop, not sparing a second glance to the Greek god, thigh clenching– No. You wouldn't give him the time of day anymore. You felt used and discarded. Maybe he'd go down to that bar again and give private lessons to the stupid brunette with the huge ass that sat on the first row. You didn't care. You didn't care to look at him again, to imagine his eyes glued on your ass, as you swayed your hips on your way to the door, in a completely self-indulgent and not flaunting at him all that he lost way. For all you cared he could get down on his fucking knees and beg for your forgiveness. You should've known men like him stay single for a damn reas–

"Miss." You stopped dead in your tracks, a thick, husky voice coming from behind you and you knew damn well who it belonged to. How did he even get there so fast?

"Yes?" You didn't turn around, slightly looking down at your side.

"I need to talk to you about the assignment for next week." You didn't need to look at him to know that he had a complacent smile on, eyes running you up and down.

"Send me an email." You smiled to yourself, pleased, still not giving him the luxury of eye contact. 

The confusion in his silence was palpable, felt warm and victorious as you took another step forward, hearing his shoes walk rapidly closer.

"I'm afraid it cannot be discussed through other means," he said, voice laced with second intentions and a tad of desperation that reminded you of how sweet he sounded when he begged. 

"I'll take it up with the class's tutor then, heard he's pretty good–" your sentence was cut off by a pair of strong hands on your shoulder, harshly spinning you around and pushing you backwards until your back was against the wall, the loud sound of the door shutting close making you squeak.

From your seat during class it's so easy to forget just how tall Professor Price is, such a thing isn't possible as he glared down at you, body dangerously close as his full underarm laid above your head against the wall.

"Nowhere to run now, bunny." His tone was soft, the contrasting burning fire in his glance making you gulp, "What's wrong?" You avoided his gaze, looking away at a random wall.

His other hand slowly came up to your face, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear, sliding his fingers down to your chin in a light graze. He gently turned your face to him, gaze softened as he looked at your lips.

"Talk to me, love…" Goddam. It was so fucking hard to stay mad when he looked at you like that. Like he genuinely cared, like his heart ached from your avoidance. 

"I was stupid enough to believe your bullshit when you said you weren't a pervert who went after your students. I guess that's on me for being so naive." Your words were laced with venom, biting your inner cheek as you watched his face contort in confusion. 

"What are you talking about?" Eyebrows furrowed and his agape mouth as he took in your words was such a damn good look on him, it enraged you even more.

"'Great question! Smart girl!'," you repeated his words back to him mockingly.

For a few seconds his eyes narrowed, until he closed them with a sigh, looking down. When his head came back up a small tender smile hung on his lips, gaze soft as he looked at you lovingly.

"Is that why ya avoided me for the rest of class?" His fingers laid on your cheek, thumb caressing it slowly. A scarlet tint washed over your face, biting your lip, you didn't answer his question.

A small hoarse chuckle erupted from him, your embarrassment quickly being replaced with anger. 

"Ugh, fuck off, John," you said through gritted teeth, trying to break away from his grasp. There's no way he'd just toy with you and then be a dick when confronted about it.

His big hands swiftly held your waist, keeping you in place as he smiled brightly, watching adoringly as you squirmed under him, wanting nothing more than to simply dissipate into thin air.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," his words made you stop wiggling under him, looking up surprised, "it wasn't my intention to upset you." 

Fuck him. Fuck him a thousand times and all his good communication skills as well. You wanted him to laugh at you more, call you crazy and obsessed, maybe even gaslight you a little so you could easily get over him and his stupid good looks instead of feeling butterflies flutter about in your stomach whenever you caught a glimpse of his kind gaze.

"I'm not– it's– I just…" You tripped over your words, trying to make sense of the incoherent thoughts flowing inside your mind.

"I never meant to make you feel like I don't respect you or the stunnin', strong willed woman you are." 

Your wedding would be during spring. Maybe in a vineyard, the greens would suit his eyes, you looked good in pastels and liked wine. You could switch it up for the honeymoon, maybe a wintery location, like Switzerland or maybe you could spend a nice summer in the Bahamas. Ugh, he'd look fantastic in a bathing suit–

"Do you forgive me, bunny?" Your thoughts were interrupted by his raspy voice whispering in your ear, leaving a single peck on your cheek on the way. You weren't sure where he even got the pet name from, but secretly wished he never stopped using it. 

"I…" Of course you forgave him. There's not a single cell in your body that didn't want to pull him in for a kiss and show that you'd completely and fully forgave him the second he looked at you with those bright, pleading eyes. At the same time… It couldn't hurt to take advantage of the situation just a little bit, right? Just to hear his words of praise dance around your ears a little more before you let him off, "I don't know…" you muttered, a pout on your lips as you turned away from him.

You felt his smile, his shit eating grin as he pressed another kiss under your earlobe. A low hum reverberating against your throat, body tingling with the way his hands roamed down your sides to your back, squeezing your ass over your skirt.

"Guess I'll just have to make it up to ya, hm?" Your legs already felt like jelly, the grit of his voice sending a heat straight down your core.

You sucked in a breath as his lips got lower, softly pecking your skin until he got to your neck, removing the hair that draped over your shoulder and noticing the remnants of the love bites he left there. You bit your lip, noticing the lustful gleam of his eyes, clearly proud of his work.

"They're almost all faded out now…" he commented lowly, kissing one, "Will have to make new ones, so everyone knows you're mine." You felt a shiver run down your back at the words, feeling the wet spot in your panties starting to form.

"Am I?" you whispered back, moaning softly as he answered by taking the soft skin of your neck between his teeth, sucking it until he let go with a small pop, licking the sore spot after.

You closed your eyes, taking pleasure in the way his hands massaged your bottom, mouth skillfully filling your neck and shoulders in kisses and hickeys. His hair tickled your cheek and you ran your fingers through his scalp, earning a groan from him that made you squeeze your legs together. 

"You smell so fuckin' good," he commented, fingers digging into your flesh harder. 

Your eyes shot open as his head slithered away from your fingers. His back hunched over, hands brushed the back of your thighs, until they got to your ankle. Your heart beat fast and hard against your chest, so loud you swore he could hear you too. Your mouth stood agape as you watched Price get on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with a smirk, his hands sliding back up your legs and taking the hem of your skirt with it until it revealed the red lacy panties you had set aside for the day for no particular reason.

"You're such a bloody minx," he chuckled, entertained by the way your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

When his fingers brushed against your clothed clit, you threw your head back, hand coming up to cover your own mouth trying not to moan, hearing steps and muffled voices from the other side of the wall.

"J-John, the corridor is right here, someone could catch us," You tried to be the voice of reason, knowing damn well that deep down you could not care less if the pope himself barged through that door.

"It's the lunch interval, no?" He glanced up, an innocent smile on his features as his hand wrapped on the side of your panties, ripping them from you, the sound of tearing fabric making your mind go blank for a split second, "And I'm hungry." You couldn't contain the moan that escaped your lips as his head disappeared between your thighs. 

It was unholy, wicked even, how fucking good his mouth felt against your wet pussy. Lapping up your juices, hands groping your ass as he ate you out like a man starved. His nose bumped against your tummy, tongue swirling around your clit. Your legs shook with the sparks that zapped through your body, hand coming down to his shoulder for support, the other one still covering your mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet.

"I've been dreaming of tasting you ever since that day," he spoke against you, beard tickling your skin, "You're even sweeter than I imagined, bunny… So bloody good…" He went back to sucking on your lips and licking up and down. 

"F-Fuck… John, please…" you whimpered, trying to keep your balance.

He hummed in pleasure hearing the way your name fell from your lips, so desperate and sweet it motivated him to go faster, one hand gripping the back of your thigh and yanking it over his shoulder, pressing you flush against the wall as he practically dived into you with the newfound angle.

Your mind was in a frenzy, trying to stop yourself from screaming his name, his pace unforgiving and relentless. The slurping sounds and his half lidded eyes that looked up at you as he groaned were sending you near the edge. As if reading your thoughts his other hand let go of your ass and one of his thick fingers entered you without warning. A loud moan escaped from you, being slightly muffled by your hand and he smiled against you, pumping his finger in and out of you while he devoured you. 

Your chest puffed heavily, feeling completely overwhelmed by all the stimulus he provided. You entangled your fingers between his hair again, keeping him in place while you unsuccessfully tried to manage your oncoming orgasm. 

"F-Fuck, I'm-I'm gonna- oh, God…" You could barely think straight to form a coherent sentence, feeling a second finger plunge into you, the wetness of your arousal and his spit providing the perfect lube for him to finger you repeatedly, relishing in the way your chest rose up and down, pulling on his hair as he swirled his tongue around your clit, putting more pressure on his movements.

You barely had time to register your high as it crashed down on you, your body shaking uncontrollably while he held you in place firmly by your leg, never slowing down for a second until you nearly fell on top of him, limbs completely giving out, gasping for air. 

He let go of you, and the sight of him. Christ. The fucking sight of him. Nothing could prepare you for the unhallowed vision of John Price on his knees, mouth red and glistening with your wetness, his beard covered in his own spit and your own slick, cheeks flushed slightly. But none of that even gets close to his narrowed eyes, drunk on your taste, licking his lips to try and savor as much as he can, the bulge on his pants so big you were sure it must hurt. You wanted to remember every single detail of the scene, get a damn painting done so you could hang it in your room and just stare at it all day.

He got up from his knees, enclosing you against the wall again, wet fingers coming up to your mouth and you mindlessly took them in, sucking and licking them, tasting yourself as he watched you focused, breathing hard.

"Good fuckin' girl…" he growled in a whisper and you whimpered at the praise, legs rubbing together, feeling the way his saliva and your juices smeared on your inner thighs. 

He took his fingers out of your mouth, immediately replacing it with his lips, one of his hands clutched the back of your thigh, raising it to fix it on his side as he pushed you against the wall, his dick rubbing your pussy harshly, desperately wishing for friction. His tongue licked yours, spreading your own taste around your mouth, moaning into the kiss. 

"Goddamit, baby, you're driving me bloody insane. Can't stop thinking about you." His confession left you wide eyed, staring into his eyes to try and find a hint of doubt or sarcasm, but he just looked back at you, eyes dazed and soft following yours. 

You didn't want to think of the implications and consequences his words had. No. Not now. You'd have time to regret it all later, after you had your fill of him, after you explored his entire body and mapped out every mole that adorned his skin. After you discovered every possible sound he could make with your lips wrapped around his cock and how his face would contort beautifully as you swallowed every last drop of him.

You palmed him through his jeans, feeling the outline of his dick. Somehow it's even bigger than you remembered, flashbacks of your sore legs filled your mind as you smiled to yourself. He threw his head onto your shoulder, a raspy moan left his lips as you pressed harder, aching to feel more of him again.

"Fuck…. my office. Now." His voice was commanding and impatient, letting your leg down.

Your eyes twinkled in excitement, lips curling up as you adjusted your skirt again, making your way to the small office room to the opposite wall of the auditorium. Price stopped for a second, looking around until he found the red lace of your panties, stuffing it into his pocket.

"You need to stop doing that," you chuckled, he looked at you puzzled,"Ripping my panties." His lips morphed into a lopsided grin, shrugging.

"It's for my collection." You raised your brows, unamused.

"Of students ripped panties?" He tilted his head approaching you, one arm snaking around your waist, pulling you to him. He planted a wet, loud kiss on your lips.

"Of your ripped panties." Your breath hitched, the words hitting you like a train and he looked awfully proud of it, slapping your ass once before walking inside the room, waiting for you to follow.

You giggled to yourself, trying to ignore the butterflies again as you made your way inside. He closed the door behind you, locking it and closing the blinds.

He walked to you slowly, eyes predatory and dark, wetting his lips.

"There's so much I wanna do with you, bunny…" His voice was as low as a whisper, tone alluring and menacing at the same time, igniting a deep desire in you that you almost found immoral. 

You walked towards him, hands coming up his chest to his nape. You kissed him deeply, pulling at the base of his hair before biting down on his lip, delighted at the way he hissed.

"It's my turn now, professor." You whispered in his ear, enunciating each syllable of the word slowly and maliciously. 

He groaned at your words, hands trying to skim up your body before you intercepted them. He shot you a confused look. 

"On your chair." You ordered, smiling deviously. He bit his lip, smiling at you expectantly before walking to his office chair behind the desk, slowly sitting down on it, legs spread, giving you a perfect vision of his cock desperately trying to jump out of the confinement of his pants.

You took your time, taking one step after another, gaze never leaving his as you swayed your hips, fingers grazing the top of the table as you circled around it, before stopping in front of him.

"Have you imagined what I'd look like kneeled in front of you? Deep throating your cock?" Your tone was serious and stern, fishing a reaction out of him. You saw the way he twitched in his pants, eyes closing for a moment before opening again and staring at you.

"Every damn day." You smiled in victory. Taking another step until you were in between his legs. He raised his arm, trying to caress your leg but you slapped his hand away, the gesture making him look at you surprised.

"Then beg for it." The words left your mouth dripping in lust, his mouth agape as he looked up processing your words.

"What?" His voice was low and soft and you smiled, hands running through his hair. He melted into it, eyes fluttering close at the tingling sensation the scrape of your nails against his scalp sent his body.

"You heard me. You want me kneeling in front of you, mouth stuffed with your cock…" He sucked in a breath, invoking the mental image he had curated in his mind a million times, "Beg for it." You yanked his hair back into the chair, getting wet again by the whimper that escaped his lips.

He opened his eyes, gulping and biting his lip.

"Please, baby." You wish you could record it, the pleading tone of his words, desperate eyes scanning your features.

"Harder." Another yank to his hair and he hissed, a soft moan now reaching your ears as he shifted in his seat.

"Fuck- pl-please, please, baby… want you on your knees, to feel your pretty lips around me," his breath was ragged and loud, you smiled triumphantly at him, letting go of his hair and taking a step back, sinking to your knees.

The expression that flooded his face was the single hottest thing you'd ever seen, a mix of shock, lust and desperation. He looked inebriated and lost in thought, anticipating every move you made. You wanted to have him like that forever, aching for you, throbbing.

You ran your hands up his thighs, palms going over his clothed member as you fiddled with the button of his pants. You slid down the zipper and he slightly raised his hips, allowing you to pull the hem down, revealing his black underwear, cock pulsing under it. You nearly drooled at the view, imagining how he'd taste against your tongue. 

The gasp of relief Price let out when you pulled him out of his underwear sent you reeling. You spread the pre cum on his tips with your fingers as you pumped him. He threw his head back, soft groans leaving his mouth in huffs. 

"Look at me. Want you to see me take you in." You ordered and he obliged, half closed eyes looking at you in near pain. You opened your mouth wide, tongue sliding out as you licked a long stripe from the base of his shaft to his tip.

"B-Bloody hell-" he sighed, an immediate wave of pleasure washing over him.

His hand came up to your head, bunching your hair in his grasp. You shook your head, looking up at him innocently.

"No, no. No touching, or I'll stop." The flash of pain and distress that took his features shouldn't have made you as horny and wet as it did. 

"Bunny, please-" You let go of his member and he growled, legs shaking before painstakingly removing his hand from your head, laying them over the armchair, clenching his fingers around the cushions so hard they looked like they'd explode.

You smirked, closing your hands around his dick again and he sighed in relief, looking down at you in pleasure. You kept your eyes glued on his as you licked his length again, stopping at the tip to close your mouth around him, swirling your tongue. He shook under you, a string of curses and moans coming out his lips. You could see his hands trembling slightly, clearly having to restrain himself from touching you and for a second you nearly pitied him. Nearly.

His gaze was fixated on you, the way your lips pursed around his head, hand holding the bottom of his dick in swirling motions while your tongue just danced around him, the sadistic pleasure that gleamed behind your eyes was terrifying in the most carnal, sexual way possible, it nearly made John cum right there and then. He obligated himself to hold tight, dreaming of it for days, there's no way he'd let it end quickly. Or that's what he thought.

"O-Oh fuckin'-" His head flew back as your mouth went down his cock, nose hitting his crotch as you sucked him. His fingers dug deeper into the chair, desperately trying to keep them away from you. 

He looked down at you again, breath hitching as he took in the marvelous look of you deep throating him, eyes watering and moaning, drool pooling on your chin. He groaned at the sight and you felt your wetness double, the sound sending a warm throb down your center. You bobbed your head up once, twice, watery eyes never ungluing from his face, relishing in the way his brows furrowed and hisses left his mouse. You took him all the way in again, gagging at the way his head hit the back of your throat, a single tear running down your cheek.

"J-Jesus fuckin' christ-" he huffed out, angling his hips to fuck into your mouth. 

"You like that, hm?" Your mouth left his dick, licking it down as you blinked innocently at him.

"You're so damn good, love," It came out as a near whisper, throaty and brittle, sending shivers down your legs.

It served as enough incentive for you to dive in again, keeping him in deep for a few seconds, using the incoherent babbles he spilled as a distraction to not gag at his size. You were out of breath when you let him go with a soft pop, using your hands to keep him going while you caught your breath. 

"Love your cock so much, professor… Feels so good in my mouth," He trembled at your words, rutting into your hands. 

You giggled and took him in your mouth again, going faster and faster, head dizzy as you heard him panting. His legs shook softly, the sounds of the leather squeaking as his hands dragged it in a failed attempt at staying still. One of your hands darted down to between your legs, feeling your own juices spreading around your inner thighs, you ran your finger up your clit, moaning on his cock as you touched yourself. You entered a single digit into yourself, the pleasure of tasting him and your wet hole nearly being too much.

"Just like that, bunny, f-fuck…" You kept your pace, sucking him harshly until his thighs writhed under you, coming to a halt as a hot, salty liquid poured down your throat, tears flowing freely as you tried your best not to choke on it.  

Once you felt it slow down, you took him off your mouth, a drop of cum sliding down your chin until you caught it with your finger, putting in back into your mouth, swallowing it. John watched you with his bottom lip in between his teeth, breath ragged and eyes dark and dazed. You opened your mouth wide to him, showing that you had swallowed all of him and he smirked, hand coming up to graze your cheek in a tender gesture.

"Such a good girl for me…" he muttered and you licked your lips, a satisfied smile forming.

Your finger was still inside you, desperately wishing to be filled by something, anything. His gaze ran down your arm until he met the sight of your hand between your legs, a sloshing sound ringing in his ears as he chuckled maliciously.

"Couldn't hold yourself back, my little whore?" You trembled at the title, moaning and shaking your head, "You're lucky I've been craving that tight little cunt all week and that we don't have time, I should punish you for your little game just now," he rasped, eyes narrowing at you as you looked away from him, "Up." You obliged.

His hands met your hips, twisting you around until you faced the table. A harsh push on your back made you fold over, arms on either side of your body as you got bent over the wooden table, ass up in the air. One of his hands held the small of your back in place, the other coming down in a loud slap that made the entire table shake, the sound of the pens and pencils shaking in the holder calling your attention. You couldn't give it too much thought, feeling two of his thick fingers trace your wet slit, a gasp followed by a moan escaped your mouth.

"Look at this pretty pussy, hm…" He pressed down harder and you squirmed, "All mine. To eat, finger, fuck… Right, darling?" You nodded quickly, a broken cry echoing the room as he pumped two of his fingers into you without warning.

His hand slid from your back to your ass, massaging the flesh there and pulling on it slightly to get a better view of you as he was knuckles deep in you in fast strikes. You were starting to get used to the feeling when it suddenly stopped as he pulled out his fingers, the wet sounds and low hums indicating to you that he had them in his mouth, tasting you again. The mental image you made of it was enough to make you shudder, hips moving back until they hit his legs, anxious for any friction. His dark laugh filled the room.

"Look at you, baby… I don't even need to tell you to beg, your body does it on its own." Both his hands clutched your buttocks, sending you forward on the table again, until one left, coming down in a slap against your pussy this time and you jumped, a loud moan of his name making him groan. 

Your nails scratched the table as you felt more tears come down your face at the delicious sting that warmed your core. Legs jolting as he did it again. He caressed your back, touch traveling up your body until it reached your head, where he raked his fingers through your strands, pulling them harshly. The wet, swollen tip of his cock brushed against your entrance and you whimpered in need. He rammed into you in an unforgiving move, his thighs hitting your ass, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. He thrusted deeply, staying still in you as pleas rained from your mouth, the spot he immediately hit setting your mind ablaze.

"You're so- so bloody tight. Even more than I- fuckin' remembered," he growled behind you, slowly pulling out until only his tip was in you before slamming back into you again, you screamed his name, the burning sensation sending sparkles all over your body.

He slowly picked up his pace, still hitting that same deep spot over and over again, his own moans mixing with yours in the sweetest of melodies. He gripped your waist, pulling you to him each time he lunged into you, the squeeze of your walls around his dick making him shudder behind you. You felt a hot, burning sensation flood your belly, high approaching as he mercilessly fucked you. 

"J-John, please, fuck, fuck, fuck-" you sobbed and he increased his pace, sending you over the edge.

"You're gonna cum for me again, sweetheart? C'mon, cum around my dick, love." Your mind spinned, legs trembling.

"S'too much- c'cant-" you started but he pulled you into him harder, a scream flying from your lips.

"You can, baby. Take my dick like the good girl you are," he spoke through gritted teeth, heaving out the words.

You felt your body on fire as your orgasm washed over you, clenching around his member harshly, a scream scratching your throat as you shook under him, right as his own high hit, pumping you full of his cum. He thrusted into you a few more times before coming to a stop. The sounds of your heavy breathing and the smell of sex infested the ambiance, sweaty bodies brushing against each other. He pulled out of you, leaving a long kiss on the small of your back before plopping down on the chair.

You took a few seconds to regain your consciousness, sprawled over his table. When you finally felt good enough to stand up, John extended a water bottle to you, a content grin spreading over his mouth, beads of sweat accumulating over his brow.

"Thank you," You took it, gulping down until your throat didn't feel as dry anymore.

You left the bottle on the table, feeling his fingers feather the side of your thigh absentmindedly. When your eyes met his, he had them closed, still smiling. You couldn't help the delighted look that rose to your face, sitting on his thigh, arms hooking up around his neck as his own engulfed you, pulling you against his broad chest.

"You okay, my little bunny?" There go those butterflies again. You nodded, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, he opened his eyes, head turning softly to you, that same adoring gleam on his eyes.

"What?" you asked, feeling weirdly small.

"You're beautiful…" he whispered, voice far away, almost like it was a thought he didn't mean to say out loud. You smiled sadly, a sigh leaving your lips.

"We can't keep this up…" It was the truth none of you wanted to admit. The elephant in the room ever since the first drink you shared in that bar. Amidst your lustful thoughts about Price, you also had the anxious ones, the creeping paranoia of what could happen to both of you if anyone ever found out about your escapades. 

His gaze softened into sadness, lips quivering down into a line. He sighed and looked away from you, hands still drawing small circles on your skin.

"I know." Was all he said, but you knew there was a lot more hidden behind that.

It was a 'I know, but you keep teasing me still', 'I know, but you looked fantastic in that scrap you call a skirt', 'I know, but your lips are so soft', 'I know, but you're all I've been able to think of for the past damn week'.

"If anyone found out we-" He shushed you in the middle of your sentence, leaving a trail of soft kisses over your face. You melted into it, trying to shake off the horrible feeling that bubbled inside you.

"Hey, look at me," he whispered, hooking his finger under your jaw and bringing your eyes up to his, "I'm never gonna let anything bad happen to you. Never. I promise, bunny." You shouldn't have felt as safe as you did, shouldn't have let out a breath of relief as the worries left your body and you let your body relax into him. 

You knew the pang in your chest, the small pea under the mattresses and mattresses of lustful and crude thoughts was something else, not just worry for your academic career. It was something a bit more bittersweet, that you'd rather die than acknowledge now. It was hard enough as it is, you didn't need more complex thoughts plaguing your judgment. It'd be over soon, anyway. He'd leave, your old professor would come back, and you'd retell the tale of how you hooked up with your professor in a bar conversation 10 years from now. That's all you two were ever bound to be, a fling story. 

For now tho, it was enough to just leave the future worries for future you. For now it was enough to feel the way his chest rose up and down softly with each breath he took, the sound of his heartbeat reverberating against your own body as you entangled yourself in him, not missing the way his arms tightened around you, like you were going to slip away from him at any point. But neither of you said anything, you didn't need to. That was your little tacenda. And you cherished it with your heart.

A/N: Is it painfully obvious that I'm in love with this man? T-T, anyway!! This chapter took a bit more work than the previous one, I didn't want it to have too big of a jump and lose all the good development of their relationship but also not be right after where we left, hopefully this was a good middle ground and I could do justice to all the ~emotions~ they're feeling now.

Let me know what you think! Thank you for reading S2

[amournoir]

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pairing(s): niklaus x reader

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warning(s): none, just fluff. 

author’s note: just wanna say hi to all the new followers & thanks so so much for the feedback on all my works. i tried something different this time that isn’t really my scene, it was all fluff, so idk how well it’ll come across. lmk what you think please. happy reading! ♡

It had been weeks since any new news. Y/N had been waiting for her brothers to send word once it was done but nothing yet. Impatiently, she decided to check for herself. 

The fall season had just begun if the trees changing colors and the wind blowing leaves were any indication. With her fall attire on: a long beige coat, cream turtleneck, black pants, and black stiletto boots, she was ready to go. 

Y/N closed her apartment door and stuffed the keys and her phone in the coat pockets. It was cold outside but it wasn’t unbearable…yet. 

She had texted him several times, well only thrice, but that was far too many according to her. She figured she’d get a head start but right before she could enter the beaten path that led to the woods, she saw him. He was wearing that signature smirk of his. 

“Leaving without me?” He asked, raising one brow. 

“You were taking too long. You didn’t respond,” Y/N replied as she kept on walking, not even slowing down for him. 

“You only texted twice.” He slightly jogged to keep up, as if he wasn’t capable of running circles around her. 

“Thrice.” 

“Ah..thrice.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye with a small smile. 

“Stop that. We need to go.” She could always feel him looking at her though despite what she’d say, it didn’t bother her. 

“It’s creepy when you do that and that’s something coming from me.” 

She huffed and sped forward, her heels further destroying the already ruined path. She pulled her coat closer and cursed under her breath for not getting a scarf as well. All that could be heard was the sound of the leaves crunching under her and the scraping of her heels. 

Almost ten minutes of walking in silence, they found the wooden homes. Some were left open, others were shut and then there were those that were interesting. They had blood all over their front porches and doors. 

Her brothers were meant to have gotten their people safe. Witches were wreaking havoc on everyone that wasn’t their blood, no one was safe. It was up to Y/N and others to look after their own kind. 

This is why she sent her brothers deep into the bayou to warn the wolves weeks ago. They were supposed to call and let her know everyone was safe but they never did. She gave it a week and now, she was currently traipsing inches deep in mud looking for her kin. 

She checked each home, she knew precisely which ones housed her family but if there were some wolves that were stranded, she’d help them to safety as well. Family or not. Currently they were on their eighth house and still nothing. 

At least the houses she had checked weren’t coated in blood. Y/N was about to look into another home when she noticed the little girl by the window. Strange. 

Who would leave their child? Maybe there’s still people here. She thought to herself. 

Y/N made her way to the front door, holding eye contact with the girl but the loud noise of a branch breaking scared her. The child jumped off the window seat and ran to some other part of the house. Y/N looked back at him and shot a warning glance, he lifted his hands up in mock surrender. 

She rolled her eyes and glanced back at the house. As Y/N got closer to it, she could hear little feet pattering about. Before she even had a chance to step on the first step of the front porch, the child charged outside with a wooden spoon. Y/N was quick to move out of the way but he didn’t see the girl so he was met with all the rage a girl, not older than 5, could muster. 

Y/N couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. The child was hitting him with a wooden spoon all over but due to her height, she could only reach as high as his knees. He stared at her in amusement and with little to no effort, he lifted the child up by her wrist, the spoon hanging from her other hand. 

“Well, what do we have here?” He asked her, her tiny lower body hanging mid air. 

She tried to get out of his grasp, wriggling around and said, “No! You can’t steal mister! I’ll make sure!” 

“Really? How so?” He quirked a brow, genuinely curious to hear the child’s plan of defense. 

“I’ll beat you to a pulp.” She answered matter-of-factly. 

“My my, such violence from a tiny thing like you.” He smirked, now fully enjoying their banter. 

“I’m not tiny. Put me down, you’ll see.” 

“Will you hit me again?” 

“Duh.” 

“Well in that case I think I’ll wait until that rage is gone.”

The little girl tried to wriggle some more in his hold, trying to twist her way out. She squinted her eyes at him, presumably trying to glare, but it didn’t seem to affect him instead his lips curved upwards into a small smile. In a few minutes she gave up and dropped her spoon on the dirt, huffing with as much sass as possible. 

“Ok fine.” 

“I accept your defeat.” He smirked and leaned over, placing her down gently. 

“Hiyyyahhh!” With a loud thwack, she had picked up her spoon the instant her feet touched the ground and hit him over the head with it. 

Y/N let out a loud laugh as he rubbed the back of his head, soothing the sting. She quickly stepped in between both of them and placed her hand out to the girl. 

“As much as I’d enjoy watching you beat him to a pulp, let’s stop for now. Please?” Y/N slightly bent to the girl’s height. 

“But he can’t steal. I’ll be in trouble.” She whined, looking at her. 

“He won’t, I promise.” 

“Pinky promise?” 

“Pinky promise. Now…” Y/N extended her hand out, palm facing up, to the girl. “...the spoon?” 

“Do I win?” 

Y/N looked up at him and smiled. “Yes, you won. He’s defeated.”

The little girl handed over her deadly weapon with a beaming smile and walked towards the house. She didn’t go inside though, instead she sat on the front steps. She pulled her legs close together and rested her elbows on her knees, her palms holding her cheeks up. 

“Where are your parents?” Y/N asked her. 

She shrugged, “I dunno.” 

“Did they leave a while ago?” 

Again, another shrug. “Mom’s gone for good.” 

“Who told you that?” 

She hesitated to answer that. Refusing to look directly at Y/N, she replied in a soft voice as she stared at the steps below her, “Dad did, he said I’m too much work.” 

Y/N’s heart felt like it would break. The poor child was left alone to fend for herself. It now made sense to her why she didn’t want anything stolen— it’s because that’s all she had. Y/N walked over and sat beside her, mirroring her exact position. 

“Are you out here alone?” 

“Yeah but times I hear them make noise at night.” She raised her head and pointed at the woods. 

“Hear who?” 

“The doggies. They’re big and fluffy.”

Wolves. She’s seen the wolves. Y/N thought to herself. What else has she seen or heard out here? 

Y/N quickly casted a glance at him and their eyes met, they both were thinking the same thing. Without thinking it completely through, she asked the next thing. 

“Would you like to come with us?” Y/N noticed the look of fear mixed with shock on her face and added, “It’s just for tonight, so that I know you’re safe. I’ll bring you back tomorrow if you’d like.” 

The little girl bit her lip, thinking it through for a few moments then nodded her head. “Okay.” She stood up from her seat on the steps and looked at Y/N, waiting. 

“Alright, go inside and get your things.” 

This made her scrunch her face and asked, “What things?” 

“Well, things like clothes or a toy.” Y/N tried to explain. She honestly didn’t know what the child should bring. 

“I– I don’t.”

“Nothing at all?” 

The girl shook her head and looked down at her bare feet, rocking back and forth on her heels. Y/N could feel her anger slowly bubbling inside her, aimed at whoever her parents were. What sort of life was this for a child?

The little girl’s dress was covered in dried mud, dirt, and small pieces of leaves. Her leggings, that were once white or maybe grey, now looked closer to black and they were torn. Her fingers and toes were filled with dirt underneath and cut short. Her hair was unkempt, to say the least, it quite literally looked like she rolled around in it. Y/N was sure if the child were vigorously shaken about, a cloud of dust would be present. 

She sighed, from her seated position, she extended her hand to the child. There was no way in hell she’d just leave the little girl by herself. She would never forgive herself if anything were to happen. 

The child stepped into Y/N’s arms and asked, “What is your name?” 

“My name is Y/N. And yours?” 

“I’m Claudia,” she responded in a soft voice. 

“It’s very nice to meet you Claudia.” 

“What is his name?” Claudia questioned quietly, pointing at the man. 

“Go ask him.” Y/N wrapped her arms around the girl and lifted her up. In two steps, she lowered her down at the bottom of the small staircase, gently urging her forward. 

Claudia walked ahead but right before reaching the man, she turned around and looked at Y/N as if to ask permission. Y/N nodded her head and offered a gentle smile.

Tugging on his black pants, she looked up at him and asked, “Hey mister, what’s your name?” 

He grinned and lowered himself down to her level, holding out his hand and said, “I’m Niklaus.” 

“Laus?” Her nose scrunched and brows furrowed, “That’s funny.” 

“Niklaus.” 

“Still funny but okay Laus.” Claudia shrugged and placed her hand in his then smiled. His hand practically swallowed hers whole, her tiny fingers disappearing in his palm. 

Y/N walked over to them, doing her best to hide her chuckle. She enjoyed watching the banter between the two, it was silly and childish. 

“Can I carry you? The woods aren’t safe and it’s getting dark.” Y/N asked her. 

The child was unsure, she had never been treated so gently. It was foreign to her and the thought of being a problem isn’t one she liked. She contemplated it but eventually said, “Okay but if I’m heavy, I’ll walk.” 

Y/N reached down and lifted Claudia up, setting her on her left hip, tucking one hand underneath for more security. They walked in silence through the woods, Claudia sparking a conversation with Laus— sorry Niklaus, here and there. Eventually they made it to the French Quarter and soon after, they were in the Compound. 

Rebekah was the first to see them, Kol was next and Elijah walked in with Gia. Y/N kept walking until she reached the living room, there she put the girl down on the couch. 

“And who might this be?” Rebekah inquired.

“Our overnight guest, Claudia.” Niklaus spoke, sitting next to her. 

“Why?” It was now Kol’s turn to ask. 

“Because she needed our help. You will all be on your best behavior.” Klaus glared at his younger brother. 

Elijah stood there silently studying him, eyes flickering between the girl and his brother. He looked over at Y/N for further explanation but she was turned around on her phone. 

At last, Y/N’s brothers had texted her. They had let her know that everyone was safe and across the state or in other states. Y/N asked them about a little girl who may have been left behind but neither knew anything about it. No parent reported their child missing but they promised to ask discreetly. Y/N sighed and wished them a goodnight then joined back to the conversation. 

“Nik is right. You will each treat her well but I will not force any of you to care for her.” With that, Y/N walked out of the room, heading towards her bedroom.

The silence dragged on for what felt like hours but Rebekah broke it. She glanced at the girl and said, “Hello, I’m Rebekah, his sister.” 

The little girl didn’t respond so Rebekah tried again and this time asked, “Have you eaten yet?” 

Claudia shook her head and kept her fingers busy by playing with her dress. 

Rebekah noticed this and hunched over to her height, gently saying, “I haven’t either, would you like to join me?” 

Claudia stopped and slowly peered over at Niklaus but he stared at her in confusion then quickly understood her silent question. He nodded and lifted her off of the seat then placed her down on the ground to face his sister. 

“Go with her sweetheart.” With his hand on her back, he urged her on. “It’s okay.” 

Claudia smiled and held her hand out to Rebekah who took it. The little girl had already felt safe with Y/N and Niklaus, she didn’t know why but her heart was calm around them. She assumed that since Klaus had agreed then Rebekah was not a bad person. She wasn’t trusting of people but she felt something for the hybrid. As they walked towards the hallway that would lead to the kitchen, she introduced herself to the woman. 

Gia, Elijah, and Kol stood watching as the little girl walked away hand in hand with Rebekah. Klaus too observed and then he rose up from his seat and turned the opposite way, heading upstairs to find Y/N. 

He knocked on the door gently but entered before she could respond. He found Y/N looking through her closet for something.

“Cleaning this late?” He asked. 

She poked her head out from the closet door and sighed, “No, I was looking for clothes for Claudia.” 

“What for?” 

“What do you mean ‘what for?’, she’s in dirty clothes and it’s cold. She needs clean ones and a warm bath.” 

“I don’t think anyone’s here would fit her.” 

Y/N groaned in frustration, running one hand through her hair. “There must be something.” 

In a few long strides, Klaus had made his way over to her. He turned her around so that she was facing him, pushing her hair out of her face and asked, “Tell me what’s wrong love. Why are you upset?” 

He knew her too well. Without uttering a word, he could tell her mood from the huffs and puffs of her breathing. 

“I just feel useless. The poor girl would be in that cold empty house by herself listening to the wolves outside that she thinks are cute enough to touch. It’s a miracle she hasn’t been harmed yet. And here she is with us, and yet I can’t even find proper clothing for her!” Y/N threw her hands in the air, heaving out an exasperated breath. 

“Well I’d like to think I’m cute enough to touch.” He pondered out loud, trying to lighten her mood. 

“Nik.” Y/N groaned. 

“What? I figured you’d agree love.” He smirked at her and added, “You enjoy touching me.” 

“Niklaus.” 

He chuckled and pulled her closer to his chest, gently rubbing her back. “Okay, how about we get her some new clothes tomorrow?” 

“And what about tonight?” 

“She can wear a sweater or something while her clothes get washed.” 

Y/N smiled slowly and rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him. “Thank you.” 

“Of course.” Klaus smiled to himself, pressing a kiss in between Y/N’s neck and shoulder. Suddenly, he nipped at her neck playfully which made Y/N jump back slightly. 

“Nik!” She tried glaring at him but failed as her lips curled into a small smile. 

He grinned at her and said, “You love it darling.” 

After finding a suitable sweater, some fuzzy socks, and starting a hot bath, Y/N and Klaus made their way to the kitchen. Claudia was sitting in the dining room between Kol and Rebekah, Elijah was across from them. Gia had left for the night.

“Ooh what happened?” Claudia asked excitedly. 

“He fell! Face into the mud!” Rebekah replied with a laugh. 

“Oh no!” She exclaimed, her eyes wide looking at Kol. “Do you have a boo-boo?” 

“Not anymore darling.” Kol told her and showed her his forearm for proof. “It’s healed now.”

“Okay, that’s good.” She patted his arm gently with a smile. 

Elijah had been quietly listening and observing his siblings interact with the little girl, a soft smile was etched on his face. He couldn’t express the amount of joy he felt seeing them act so…human. This child would be a blessing, he thought to himself. 

Y/N and Klaus stood at the doorway watching. They all behaved as though they had known her for ages, it was surreal. Claudia looked back at her plate and then noticed Y/N. With a wide grin, she shuffled ungracefully from her seat then hopped off and scampered off to her. Y/N crouched down and embraced her in a hug. 

“Hi! Did you eat?” 

“Yes, Bex let me have anything!” Claudia nodded enthusiastically. 

“Bex?” 

Claudia quickly looked down and mumbled a ‘sorry’. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?” 

“I don’t want you to be upset with me. I won’t call her that again, I promise.” 

Y/N was a bit confused so she knelt in front of the girl and shook her head. “Sweetheart, I’m not upset at all. I’m glad you ate with Bex. Can you tell me why you’re sorry?” 

“Dad gets upset with me all the time so I thought you were too.” Claudia explained but she kept her eyes down on her hands. 

“I’m not upset. If that’s what you want to call her and she’s ok with it, that’s alright with me.” Y/N placed her hands on top of the little girl’s and added, “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“Promise you’re not upset?” Claudia asked, finally looking up at Y/N. 

“I pinky promise.” Y/N offered a smile and raised one of her hands with her pinky finger lifted up. Claudia mirrored her and linked their pinkies together then kissed her thumb. 

“Okay.” The little girl smiled again and wrapped her arms around Y/N. 

“Love, are you done eating or would you like more?” Klaus looked down at her. 

“I’m done but Kol said we can have serts!” Claudia’s smile widened, repeating the promise. 

“What the bloody hell is a sert?” Klaus muttered to himself as he looked over at his brother who shrugged. 

“Niklaus language.” Elijah warned his brother whilst looking at Claudia. Klaus quickly placed a hand over his mouth, dramatizing the action as he hid a smirk. 

“Do you mean dessert darling?” Kol asks her. 

She turned around but remained in Y/N’s arms and answered, “You said sert.”

“I did not.” Kol argued. 

“Did too.” Claudia sassed back. 

Rebekah scoffed, “Kol are you really bickering with a child?” 

“Am not.” He exhaled dramatically and gestured at the girl, “Anyways she started it.”

Y/N leaned forward and tried to ignore them. She asked Claudia, “What would you like to have?” 

She lifted and dropped her shoulders, blinking at Y/N. “I dunno, never had serts before.” 

“Well you’re in for a treat darling!” Kol exclaimed, the miniscule argument already forgotten. He pushed himself out of his seat and made his way towards her. He bent down and made grabby hands at her, Claudia giggled and rushed out of Y/N’s arms and into his. He beamed as he lifted her up. 

“Wait, a bath first or the water will get cold.” Y/N saw the look on the girl’s face and promised, “You can have dessert afterwards.” Claudia looked out past the dining room to the window in the kitchen and said, “Oh okay but it’s dark outside.” 

“No sweet girl, the bath is inside where it’s warm and there’s light.” Rebekah explained as she too left her seat and stood up. “Would you like me to come with you?” 

“Yes please.” Claudia replied and Kol lowered her. She took Rebekah’s hand and they made their way up the stairs. Claudia hopped on each step one at a time. She was showing Rebekah that she was a bunny rabbit and this made the Original chuckle. 

Y/N watched them until they were out of her sight and then turned to the brothers. Elijah was still seated, he didn’t want to intervene, aside from the quick scold, and felt no need to so he watched. 

“What do you think she meant when she said her father gets upset with her?” Elijah asked, looking up at Y/N. 

“Yes I’d like to know as well.” Klaus agreed and headed for the table, reaching for a glass. “I’d hate to assume otherwise.”

“Now could you shed some light on who she is?” Elijah asked. 

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Y/N answered him then looked over at Klaus, “They said they don’t know her, no one does.” 

“You think they left her?” Klaus swirled the liquid around the glass then downed it. 

“Maybe, I’m not sure.” 

Elijah and Kol quickly glanced at each other, completely out of the loop. Y/N took a seat as did Kol then she explained the entire day to them. By the end of it, everyone was now on the same page. They had all agreed that the girl would stay with them until there was confirmation of a missing child or they found the parents. 

Rebekah and Claudia were having a blast, figuratively and literally, during the bath. Claudia had never seen such a huge room and her eyes practically fell out of their sockets when she saw the huge tub. Y/N had thrown in a pink sparkle bath bomb to make up for the lack of bath toys.

Claudia splashed about, giggling throughout and Rebekah couldn’t help smiling. The girl was nothing if not joyous despite her life. While she bathed, Rebekah took the liberty to place her clothes in the washer and threw the sweater in the dryer so it was warm for her. 

Once they were done, she carried her out of the tub and placed her on the bed. Rebekah left her to oil herself as she went to switch the clothes out. She returned and helped Claudia get dressed but they stayed in the room. She wanted to wait until her clothes were fully dry and warm so the girl could wear them before going back downstairs. 

With her tights on — that now had their color back — and fuzzy socks plus a huge warm sweater that practically swallowed her, they made their way back to where everyone was. 

“We’re back!” Rebekah announced as they walked in, carrying the little girl. 

“You look so cozy.” Y/N smiled. 

“I am! Bex and I played with the water. It went splish splash!” Claudia happily demonstrated using her body to sway side to side. 

“Oh that sounds fun! How do you feel?” 

“Warm and ready for serts!” She peeped at Kol who grinned at her. 

Everyone had left the dining room and found themselves a seat on the couches in the living room. The heat was turned on and the fireplace was already going. There was a small tray of marshmallows, chocolate, and crackers. Kol grabbed the tray and walked over to the fireplace, sitting in front of it. 

“Yes you are ready. Come join me darling.” He looked over at Claudia and patted the seat next to him. 

This time she didn’t look at Y/N or Klaus for permission, she hesitated for a second but then wandered over. She sat next to him and waited to see what he would do. 

“You poke the marshmallow with the stick then hold it over the fire. Not too close or it’ll burn.” He instructed her gently and demonstrated before helping her with it. 

“It looks like a fluffy pillow.” She noted, eyes twinkling in awe as she stared at the marshmallow. 

“It does, doesn’t it?” He watched her momentarily then handed the stick to her. “It tastes even better.” 

The first try went surprisingly well. Kol showed her how to put the cooked fluffy pillow on the bed of chocolate and crackers. He blew it for her so it wasn’t too hot to burn her mouth. She took one bite and she was sold. They kept doing this until they each had 4 s’mores at the very least.

Eventually they included everyone else but Claudia wanted to make it for them. So that’s exactly what she and Kol did, they made more for his siblings. After her sixth s’more she shook her head, not wanting any more. 

Claudia was now seated next to Klaus, her head laid on his arm. At first he tensed at the action but then relaxed. He lifted his arm up, letting her rest her on his side as his arm engulfed her. Her eyes kept fluttering close but she kept insisting that she wasn’t tired yet. Less than ten minutes after that statement and she was gone. Claudia was sandwiched between Klaus and Y/N but she was hidden away in his arms, curled into a little ball. Y/N looked at her sleeping figure and chuckled. She was in the process of standing up to take her to bed but Klaus shook his head at her. He wanted to instead. 

Claudia stirred when he shifted and lifted her up. She couldn’t muster the strength to open her eyes so she kept them closed and said, “Bye bye everyone.” Even her sleepy voice was cute.

They all responded with a chorus of ‘goodnight’ and with that Niklaus took her to a guest room that was next to his and Y/N’s. The bed had been made ready for her. He decided that tomorrow he’d go out with Y/N to get the little girl some things. 

The night went smoothly. Y/N had thought something would go wrong and was worried the entire time but Klaus offered to stay up. 

During the late hours of the night, Klaus heard something. The sound was muffled but as he concentrated on the sound, it became clearer. It was Claudia and it sounded like crying. 

He sat upright from his seat by the fireplace and headed towards the bedroom door, he turned to briefly glance over at Y/N then continued on. Claudia’s room was next door though the lights were off and he didn’t wish to wake her. 

Expertly, he turned the knob and the door cracked open slowly. He saw she was still in bed and there was nothing in the room. Still, he heard the same sounds. 

He fully stepped into the room, cautious not to wake her, and walked over to the bed. He stood next to her, listening intently. She was crying in her sleep but the tears rolling down were visible. He wasn’t sure what to do. A part of him wanted to wake Y/N up and ask her but he also wanted to figure it out for himself. 

Klaus extended his arm across and gently shook her. He had to do it two more times but still nothing so he decided to try another way. He placed his hands on the sides of her head and closed his eyes, in seconds he entered her mind. Even there, he could hear the sniffling. It didn't take him long to find her, the noises acted like a guide for him. 

He saw her seated on the ground, back pressed against the tree and her legs were raised to her chest, hiding her face between her knees. She hadn’t yet noticed him. 

“Claudia?” He called out softly, hoping she didn’t get startled. 

Her head lifted and twisted quickly in his direction, completely surprised by his presence. She didn’t know how he was there. She didn’t say anything though instead she stared at him with wide eyes. 

“Are you hurt love?” 

She may not have wanted to speak but she could still respond in other ways so she shook her head. He inched closer and closer to her, slowly making his way over without scaring her. Before he could reach her, he heard it behind him. A low growl. A noise that he was all too familiar with. Klaus had to make a choice now, either he sped over to her or chased the beast away from the child. Seeing the look of terror written on her face, eyes glossed in tears, he raced over to her and picked her up. 

The moment he touched her, she jolted up awake and sobbed on his chest. He lowered his hands from her face and wrapped them around her figure instead, tightly pressing her against him. They stayed that way until her cries turned into sniffles. Only he could understand her fear, he too was a child when he saw his first wolf but unlike her experience his was real and had severe consequences. 

Y/N had been awoken by the crying so she went to find its source. She was going to walk into the room and help but after seeing how Klaus had handled it, she stood at the doorway instead. She watched them in silence until her eyes met with Klaus’ and she smiled sadly. Y/N gestured with her head to their room and left; soon after Klaus followed with Claudia in his arms. Y/N was sat on their shared bed, duvet pulled back for easy access. 

“Would you like to stay here for the rest of the night?” Y/N asked the little girl once Klaus had placed her down on the bed. 

“You will allow that?” Claudia carefully asked. 

“Of course sweetheart. Come here.” 

She shuffled over to Y/N until there was no room between them. Y/N tossed the blanket over both of them and hugged the girl, pressing a soft kiss on top of her head. Klaus stood and watched them, a sweet smile on his face. He walked to the other side of the bed to Y/N, leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. She sighed softly and held onto his arm. 

Claudia peeked over at Klaus and patted the top of the covers. “It’s very warm.” 

“Hmm, is it?” He let out a wistful sigh, “I wouldn’t know, I’ve been left out here in the cold.”

Y/N and Claudia exchanged a glance and snorted a laugh. They dove under the covers, throwing it over their heads, and whispered underneath in secret. 

Klaus continued on, “Oh how I’d love to be warm. I’m all alone.” 

This only made the girls giggle even more, their whispers increasing in volume. Claudia lifted her head and grinned at him, “Ok grumpy pants, you can join.” 

“Really? Wait—” He paused after he had thought it through and asked, “Grumpy pants?” 

“Mmhm.” She nodded her head and before he could say anything, she was back under the covers. 

Klaus smirked at the plan he had concocted in his head. In a flash he was back on the other side of the bed when he reached his hands out and searched for the little girl. She squealed when he touched her and then wiggled away. He looked for her again, this time around he tickled her until she emerged. 

“Wait– hahah…ple–please…” Claudia could barely get a word out throughout her laughing fit. 

Y/N pulled her head out of the covers and chuckled. Seeing the girl this happy made her heart swell with joy. It was a stark comparison to the girl they found the day before. Claudia and Klaus played for a little longer until the girl was tired. Soon, she was laying on Klaus’ chest completely knocked out. 

Y/N scooted closer to them, resting comfortably at his side. He lowered his arm on her shoulder to keep her close to him; she reached for his hand and entwined it with her own. Raising her head up to his, she gently kissed his lips and shut her eyes. He smiled through it and returned the affection, lingering just a bit longer. 

They soon pulled away and she said, “My grumpy pants.” He chuckled at that but the rumbling of his chest made the sleeping child on his chest stir. 

“I will be unless you admit that I am cute enough to touch.” He said. 

Y/N snickered and raised a brow, “Still on that?” 

He lowered his head down a bit as though he wanted to whisper something but instead nipped at her shoulder and smirked, “You know I am love.” 

“You are cute and I enjoy touching you,” Y/N started then continued, “But you’re also a grumpy pants.” 

“If only there wasn’t a child present, I’d show you just how grumpy I can be.” He smugly smiled down at her. 

Y/N sucked in her bottom lip as she gazed up at him, “If only.” 

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No secret without lies.

Chapter 7 --- Secrets

Summary: Reader and Hotch figure out how to work together after things start to happen between them.

Warnings: Murder, Criminal minds violence, sex implied, unsub unstable life. Um I can't think of any other things please let me know.

Words: 5.7k

A/N: sorry for the wait, getting my life aka writing schedule on track. Also if anyone wants to be added or removed from the tags let me know xx

You're staring at yourself through the mirror, wondering to yourself how the hell you can hide these marks from your team. Smiling softly as you trace them with your fingers, remembering the weekend that has just passed.

The excitement of finally having someone in your life again, even if it is just sex. The fun of sneaking behind your friends back reminding you of being back in college. As you search through your draws you find your black turtleneck, one that you bought with Emily she bought a red one so you two could wear them together sometime, something you both never got the chance to do. Sighing softly as you pull it on, finding some blue jeans to go along with it for the day. At least your neck is hidden, let's just hope no one wonders why you're wearing a turtleneck, something you don’t usually wear. While you're driving to the office your mind can’t help but wander back to yesterday's conversation with Hotch on the way to pick up Jack. 

Flashback

On the ride to pick up Jack the car is full of comfortable silence, already agreeing that once he had picked up Jack, he would drop you off home.

“You know (Y/n) If I ever do anything you feel uncomfortable with, you just say the word and I will stop” Aaron breaks the silence, glancing over at you.

“I know Aaron, we have our safe words for a reason” Smiling lightly as you look over at him, finding the way he drives one handedly so attractive.

“I know that, but we didn’t really talk about any limits or anything we both don’t like” His eyes stay fixate on the road, but you can tell something is running through his mind.

“Aaron, this is starting to sound a lot more like a dom and sub dynamic” You joke faintly, making his jaw tenses up. 

“I wasn’t meaning to do that, (Y/n) look I—” Aaron glances at you, his face hard looking as if he's slipping into his harsh closed off boss mood.

“Aaron, don’t do that, don’t close yourself off to me” You sigh, smiling softly at him, placing your hand on his lap lightly. Your touch lets him relax a little, glancing at you for a split second before he's focusing on the road again. 

“Just tell me what's going on in your mind right now” There's a moment of silence, before Aaron takes a deep breath gathering his thoughts.

~~~

“I want to be able to spoil you not just in the bedroom, I want to dominate you, I know we have already discussed that, but I want to look after you as well, I know you don’t look after yourself outside of work that well, and I want to help you, make sure you’re remembering to eat and sleep properly, I want you to follow my directions and rules especially on looking after yourself because I know you get distracted by looking after others. I like that about you but, you need someone to help you as well, you need someone who you can let your guard down around darling, and the last month or so you have been letting me in and I have never felt so good in ages, I want that to last I want to look after you” Aaron voice is quiet, not use to letting people hear his inner thoughts like this. He's so scared that he is going to scare you away and that, maybe even work with you won’t be the same again.

“I also need someone who can handle me, who can handle it when I need an outlet, I can be strict somedays and I know you can handle that part of me, there's a part of me that wants you to be my sub, but I feel like that's too much to ask because of who we are and I know that, but maybe I let myself think about it too much and it made me feel comfortable” Aaron keep speaking, knowing he needs to get everything off his chest and in the open air. His grip on the wheel has tightened, the muscles in his arms vaguely flexing, his eyes never leaving the road, afraid that if he looks at you he will lose his nerves.

~~~

You let his words sink in slowly, letting them mellow over in your mind before you answer. On one hand, you have always wanted a dom, someone to help keep order in your life, someone to help you when life just gets too messy and you need an outlet, someone who knows your mind and body as well as you do. It would be exactly what you need with a job and life like yours, and with Aaron. Well Aaron understands you better than anyone and you understand him too, especially when it comes to both of your jobs. But on the other hand, he is still your boss, causally sex with him is one thing but bring a dom and sub dynamic, it could become too complicated. But, the job is just a job and it has taken so much from your life, this is how you both got into this situation if you really think about it.

“I have always wanted a dom in my life, but we would need strict rules for it, as to not disrupt our work life Aaron, and we would need to test it before I really agree to it” You think through your answer, speaking slowly making sure what you're saying is right. 

“So uh, you want to give it a go?” Aaron asks surprise, glancing at you, seeing a ghost of a smile on your lips.

“I do, but we will have to be careful and need to have a proper talk about it” You say as he pulls up outside Jack's friend's house. “So how about tomorrow after work, if we can leave earlier you can come over to my place and we can discuss everything” You smile up at him, finding the confidence somewhere deep inside you. 

“That sounds like a great plan, I’m sure your boss can let you leave early tomorrow” He chuckles softly before getting out. 

Present

Walking into the bullpen early Monday morning, knowing that you're going to bet most of the team to the office. Grabbing a cup of coffee before settling down at your desk, ready to start your paperwork. Knowing you can get some of it done before the rest of the team starts piling in and distracts you for the first hour. You're alone for the first hour until Morgan and Garcia both walk in laughing together, heading straight over to your desk. 

“Well good morning you two” You grin up at them, spinning around in your chair.

“Well hello, someone is in a good mood” Derek comments, smirking at you as he leans against your desk, raising his eyebrow in question.

“I guess I just had a relaxing weekend” Smirking as you shrug your shoulders looking back down at your paperwork, completely missing the looks the two besties exchange. Before you can register what is happening there is a warm hand on your collar pulling back your top. You quickly pull away, swatting at Garcia's hand as your eyes widen in panic as the two trouble makers beside you catch a glance at the hickeys and bruises covering your neck.

“Holy moly, you got laid hard this weekend” Penelope shrieks, letting go of your collar, stepping back quickly out of your reach. Her and Morgan explode into laughter when they see the embarrassment sweep onto your face, the way you stare at the floor just hoping it will open up and swallow you whole.

“So who is the lucky guy?” Morgan chuckles more at the glare you give him before adding. “Or girl”

“He is none of your damn business Morgan” You groan loudly, picking up your coffee. Hoping caffeine is going to help with this situation of course you know it won’t.

“Ouch so grouchy (Y/l)” Garcia laughs, moving closer, yet again. “I’m no profiler, but I’m guessing It’s about that guy you texted me about, the one you ditched you ex-twat for” Garcia grins at you, hoping for some details.

“Possibly, but I am not telling you anything this morning Garcia, not after you snoop my own neck out” Laughing lightly, shaking your head at them as you hear my voice start to join you.

“Well, what's going on over here?” JJ asks, wandering over to your desk with Reid in tow. 

“We are trying to get information out of (Y/l) here, on their new partner” Morgan informs them, smirking as he spots you rolling your eyes.

“Excuse me” JJ gasps dramatically, placing her spare hand, the one not holding coffee on her hips. “Why have I not heard about this mystery person?”

“Maybe because It was a one night stand the other day that lasted for two days, but it's over and it was hella good” Smirking smugly at them as you stand up.

“Actually, did you know if you sleep with a one night stand more than once it's more likely to turn into something more” Spencer speaks up, walking over to his desk to place his bag down.

“Does that still count for a job like ours?” Adding a cold edge to your laugh as you walk over to the coffee machine, leaving the rest of the team to talk about their weekend, hoping the subject will drop from now on, oh how wrong you will be.

~~~

Hotch enters the elevator, running late after having a meeting at Jack school.

“Goodmorning Aaron” Rossi smiles, leaning against the wall in the corner of the elevator, also running late this morning, but when does being on time worry Rossi.

“Dave, you're late” Aaron shakes his head, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

“So are you, good morning?” Dave chuckles, giving him a look.

“I was at Jacks school this morning” Aaron’s hand slides up, loosening his tie as he shakes his head at what his friend is implying. “So did you have a good weekend Dave”

“I did, but probably not as good as you” Rossi tightens his lips together, making his laughter muffle. Making Aaron look at him strangely as he redoes his tie.

“What are you getting at here Dave?”

“Look at your neck recently Aaron” Dave can’t help but let his chuckles slip out as Aaron's face drops slightly. Quickly redoing his tie and adjusting it around the collar to hide where his knowing hickeys are. 

“You better keep that information to yourself David” Aaron clears his throat, his face fluttering red. 

“Sure, are you going to tell me who?” Dave grins at him, already knowing the answer. Lucky for Aaron the elevator doors open and he quickly makes his escape before Dave can ask more questions.

~~~

As the morning moves forward, the team slowly stops the teasing of the fact you're hiding your weekend adventures, in more ways than one. You try to stay focused on the paperwork in front of you, but you can’t help but think about the conversation you are to have with Aaron tonight. Could this really be a smart move, he is your boss and lines could become fuzzy with rules in your personal life and work life with him being your boss. But you guess that's something you can bring up tonight. Tonight you both can talk about your worries and expectations about what is going to happen in this, what are you meant to call this, what a relationship, a dom and sub relationship. You push yourself away from your desk needing to clear your mind as you start overwhelming yourself with wondering about tonight. Deciding maybe a visit to a colourful queen is what  your morning needs right now. But before you can get far your plan is foiled when you see Garica already walking towards the bullpen, holding a file in hand, with a sour look on her face.

“We got a case?” You ask, holding back a groan.

“Possibly I need to run it by the bossman first” she sighs sadly, walking past you heading to Hotchner office. 

~~~

An hour later the team, excluding Garcia of course, are all on the jet heading over to San francisco. The case seems to be a standard serial killer one. The unsub rapes and kills young female victims, leaving them in alleyways and parks to be found. So far 6 bodies had been found over the course of a week, the oldest victims had been dead for over two weeks, so who knows how many bodies could still be out there. The flight over, everyone is seated together, discussing the plan for when they arrive. 

“Right, JJ, Morgan I want you two to go to the latest crime scenes” Hotch orders, looking down at the crime scene photos. “Dave, you and (Y/n) go to the morgue to find out what the corridor has found, me and Reid will go to the police station and set up” Hotch glances around at everyone, making sure everyone is fine with his decision. Everyone nods at him, used to his decision. You glance over at Rossi who's sitting beside Hotch, while you sit on the couch with Morgan. Rossi glances over at you a smirk playing on his lips, rolling your eyes at him. Now that the briefing is over you get up, moving to the back of the jet to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. 

~~~

You and Rossi make your way to the morgue, discussing the case. 

“Clearly he's a sadist, the way he marks his victims up, cutting them until they bleed to death” Your voice is full of disgust, looking out the window.

“He shows no remorse for them, leaving them in alley ways, and parks, he's not trying to show them off so he doesn’t treasure them” Rossi adds in.

“These girls aren’t high targets either, they all go to university, have good grades, work steady jobs, so why them?” You ask Dave, turning to look at him.

“That's something the profile will tell, don’t worry we will figure it out” Dave treasures you, knowing how irritated you can get at the beginning of a case, hating how slow it takes to get all the information before a profile can be built.

“I know, just how many people are going to die before we do” You huff out crossing your arms as you stare out the window again. Rossi glances at you with concern before pulling up at the morgue. 

~~~

While the condor is talking to you both, you're examining the latest victim closely. Your eyes catching something under her arm, now no longer listening to them discussing what drugs were found in her system. 

“Hey Doc, what's this?” You grab both of their attention, she walks over to you wondering what you're talking about. That's when she sees what you're pointing at, a small freshly bad tattoo on the underside of her elbow. The condor picks her arm up carefully, giving you a better look at it. It's so small it's barely the size of a coin, it's a number, number 8. Your gloved hand traces it lightly, thinking what the number could mean. Moving your hand away when Rossi proceeds to take a photo of it.

“We need to re-examine the rest of the victims to see if they all have this as well” You speak matter of factly as you stand up.

“Of course, I'll get right on to that” She sighs sadly, upset she never saw that earlier. 

“What do you think It could mean?” Rossi turns to you, watching as the wheels in your mind turn.

“Well the number 8 is considered a lucky number in China and other Asian countries, but most likely his numbering his victims and we’re missing two of them” Tightening your lips into a thin line as you look up at him. 

~~~

The drive to the police station almost in silence, your mind moving from the victims to the events of the weekend. Having mixed feelings about your talk tonight being postponed due to this case. Unconsciously your hand moves up to play with the collar of your turtleneck, not realising that your actions have caused Rossi to glance at you smirking softly.

“So how was your date on saturday?” Dave asks, pulling you out of your thoughts, your hands automatically dropping to your lap.

“Eh it was horrible, but the night ended up being good” You figured there was no use in lying or denying anything right now. Seeing as the rest of the team already knows you hooked up with someone, the evidence is clear on your neck.

“Oh, so who left all those hickeys all over your neck then?” Dave smirks at you, the oh so knowing look in his eyes.

“Just some other guy” You do your best to hold back the smile playing on your lips.

“The same guy who had to try and hide his own hickeys this morning?” Rossi can’t help but chuckle lightly as he glances at you, noticing your eyes widen slightly.

“Oh, I have no idea what you're talking about” Your lie is horrible you know that. Mainly because of the growing smile on your face as you think back to the sounds he was making when you were leaving it. 

“Okay I don’t like that look on your face” Rossi grimaces, looking back at the road. You can’t help but laugh now, at the look on his own face.

“Don’t pry into our lives then, profiler” Smirking at him, hating how easily you let slip to him.  

“Right right, well tell Hotchner not to tie his tie in the elevator if he doesn’t want me to see the hickeys” He smirks back at you, pulling up at the police station. 

“Okay I’ll pass the message along, but can you um not mention this to anyone please” Your jokiness disappears instantly as you ask him, he smiles softly at you.

“I got your secret, but you two better be careful” Dave respond before getting out quickly. 

~~~

The afternoon moves by, and the number 8 found on the victim's body has been decided that it's being used to number his victim. All his other victims have the same tattoo with different numbers, telling us that we are missing his first and third victim. The only thing strange is the placement of the tattoo keeps changing, some are left on the feet, some under the ears and then by the elbows. Currently Reid and Morgan are talking to the friends and family of Jessica Ryan (Victim number 2) while JJ and Rossi have left to go look around the area where a few of them seem to frequent, which left you and Hotch at the police station.

“So what you're saying is you have no hits yet?” Sighing softly staring at your phone laying on the table. 

“Yes that's practically what I’m saying but I’m still looking” Garcia voice floats through the phone. “But I'm narrowing down the list of missing women who meet the unsub criteria, so far I’m down to five missing college students, all of them going missing in the time period you have given me” Garcia's voice fills with despair as she digs through these girls lifes.

“Okay you know what Pen, send me the list I’ll do some digging, why don’t you see what other connections are victims together yeah?” Smiling weakly, giving your sweets a little break from trying to find dead bodies.

“Yeah okay I can do that” Her voice picking up a little, the cherrienes returning slowly. But it's not enough for you to hang up with no concern. 

“Hey Pen, when we get back from the case, depending when that is, what do you say about you, JJ and me, finally go out and have our bestie night out?” Smiling softly as you push excitement into your voice, wanting to cheer your girl up. You know you’ve succeeded when a soft Garica squeal fills the room, earning a laugh from you due to the timing. Hotch is just opening the door when he hears the squeal, coming to a stand still in the doorway with a cute confused look on his face, tilting his head as he looks at you questionably.

“Does that mean you're going to tell us about your mystery man?” 

You can feel your face burning as Hotch confused looks move to an amused smirk instead.

“Garcia” You speak with a warning urgent tone, hoping she’ll get the message of course she doesn't.

“No because seriously I need details, whoever did that to your neck damn I wonder what else their mouth is capable of” Her voice is full of dreamyness, as she stares off to space. 

“I'm hanging up now”  You groan with regret as you hurriedly hang up, looking up to see Hotch leaning against the wall, his arms crossed with a cocky grin over his face.

“Wipe that grin off your face Hotchner” You mumble with embarrassment, rubbing your temple trying to get rid of the headache you swear that woman is attempting to give you. His laugh toppled out of him before he could stop it, but the embarrassed look on your face looked so adorable he couldn’t help it, especially when you had tried to hide your face from him. 

“No I won’t do that” His grins grow even bigger as he strides towards you, watching as you slowly lift your head to look at him. He enjoys the way you bite your lip lightly as you stare into his eyes.

“You know you need to be careful” Aarons voice goes dangerously low, as he stops right in front of you cupping your cheek. His thumb unintentionally slides along your lips, parting them slightly.

“I didn’t do anything” Your voice is soft, feeling as if it's suddenly gotten stuck in your throat. The soft touch drives you insane as you watch his eyes slide over you slowly.

“Maybe not yet you haven’t, you still need to watch yourself sweetheart” His tone moves to softness as he steps backwards. “We don’t want to get caught now do we?”

“No sir” Smirking up at him as he makes his way to the otherside of the table. His eyebrows narrow at you, an unimpressed look on his face, his eyes dancing with amusement. 

“Don’t tease me darling, now isn’t the time or the place for you to do that” The hard look he gives you is enough to reduce you to a pile of giggles, the heat spreading throughout your body as you catch a glimpse of the lust swirling in his eyes.

“Understood” Smirking softly as you add. “Sir”

~~~

The day moves by with you and Aaron working together like normal, trying to figure out who out of the five victims could be our missing ones. The day gets late and the rest of the team starts to head back to the hotel, except you and Hotch who are still determined to figure out who the missing victims are.

“Aaron, it's been hours, they all could be this guy's victim” You groan tiredly, looking up at him.

“Okay so maybe we are looking at this wrong then” He sighs, pausing his pacing of the room to turn to you.

“So what are you thinking then Hotchner?” Frowning in confusement at him.

“What if they are all his victims, all of them fit his schedule to well, the longest one that's been missing, has been 6 months could be his first victim, the one he doesn’t count as his first if it was an accident but It–”

“But it set something off in him, so then his next victim 4 weeks later also he doesn’t count because he doesn’t like that kill method yet, so he has to kill again this time he enjoys so number one, but he doesn’t tag it because to him it's just a one time thing until Jessica comes along” You finish Hotch thought for him, your eyes widening as you come to the same realisation.

“Exactly” He nods at you, his lips pulling into a tight line. “So that's the first three bodies, so then that would make Claire Blackster the missing number three” He sighs as you both stare at the photo of the last girl on the list, the one who's only been missing for three days now.

"His latest victim, I bet we find her tomorrow” Looking up at Hotch sadly, both feeling the pressure of finding a new body on top of what you already have.

“This isn't good” Hotch grumbles walking over the board of the victims faces. You can’t help but watch him in concern, worrying about how much is on his plate right now. 

“No it's not, but there's nothing else we can do until tomorrow, so why don’t we just go back to the hotel and get some rest” Getting on to your feet, making your way over to him. A reluctant nod is given to you, a sour stressed look plastered on his face, he doesn’t move as you walk over to him, staying as straight and tenses as before while he stares at the photos on the board, regretting how the body count has gone from six to eight to now eleven in just hours. A soft hand on his crossed arms pulls him out of his deep thoughts, turning his head to look down at you. The stress falls from his face as he stares at you, cracking even a small smile as you rub his arm gently.

“Come on, we need rest then we can have fresh eyes for tomorrow” Giving him a soft smile as you pull at his sleeves, wanting to get him moving.

“Your right, come on then” He gives you a weak smile as he unfolds his arms, moving towards the table, cleaning up, picking up a few files.

“Don’t you dare think you're taking anything back to the hotel tonight Aaron, it's 1am, we have to be up in six hours, put them down” Scoffs as you make your way towards him pulling the files out of his grip. 

“Excuse me?” His voice deepened as he watches you move his files out of his reach. 

“I told you that we need fresh eyes for tomorrow, not tired eyes” Turning back around to glare at him, a soft pout playing on your lips. Aaron eyes narrow as he watches you, noticing the exhausted building up, the way you lean against the table. You're clearly needing to go back to the hotel and sleep, peacefully. But instead of doing any of that, you stayed back with him, stayed back because you knew he would have stayed here the whole night if you weren’t here with him.

“You don’t need to look after me sweetheart” He smiles softly, his voice lightning up a little as he wraps his arms around your waist. Without a second thought you lean into him, enjoying his comfort as another case causes you to be exhausted, enjoying the human touch in the meantime.

“Someone has to” Arguing softly, closing your eyes.

“Come on let's go” Aaron pulls away slowly, picking up both your bags, before wrapping his arm back around your waist as he leads you out.

~~~

The ride to the hotel is silent, Aaron drives he glances at you a few times noticing how you're just staring out the window completely zoned out.

“Are you alright (Y/n)?” Aaron calls out to you, keeping focused on the road.

“Yeah I’m fine, I’m just tired, I can’t wait until we get this guy” Sighing, resting your head on the window, your body being filled with so many mixed feelings. 

“I know that feeling” He nods in agreement, before glancing at you briefly. “Then we can go home, and talk”

“Yeah, we need to get that talk out of the way” Groaning softly, pushing yourself off the window as he pulls into the carpark.

“(Y/n), if you don’t want to do this anymore, we can stop” Aaron hesitates a little as he speaks, not wanting to give you up but hating the idea of making you uncomfortable.

“I know Aaron, I'm still in, I just want to sort out all our rules, make things more simpler for us” Turning to him, offering him a small tired smile before getting out. Grabbing your bag, and waiting for him to grab his before walking in. You were happy JJ had been to the hotel earlier and gave you and Hotch keys each before leaving for the night again. Hotch walks you inside, you both fall into a comfortable silence. Both stopping at your door, looking up at him as you pull out your key. 

“So, 7am boss?” Smirking softly as you watch him playfully roll his eyes.

“On the dot, and don’t be late (Y/l)” 

“Or what?” Giggling softly, enjoying toying with him.

“We may not have our rules set properly, but don’t think I won't punish you” He chuckles softly as he watches your face fall, before being replaced with a teasing bratty look.

“No promise sir, goodnight”

“Goodnight sweetheart, get some sleep” He smiles softly, before walking to his room down the hall. Unlocking the door you make your way into your shared room with JJ, who's dead asleep.

~~~

The case drags on and two more bodies have been found in the last two days. But on his last victim he made a mistake, he was caught on camera. No his face was still hidden but the rest of his body could still easily be seen, and so thanks to Penelope's technology, it made narrowing the search so much easier. 

“So we have three guys who fit the profile to a T, so now what?” Groaning loudly leaning back into the seat, having enough of this guy.

“Hey Garica, can you bring up photos of each guy's family please, mainly their sisters” Reid ask, bouncing forward with his idea. Everyone turns their attention toward Reid and speakerphone Garcia. 

“On its way boy wonder” Garica's voice fills the room, along with her fingers tapping away. “Here we go, this is Taylor Brown and his family”

“That's him” Morgans the one to speak this time, everyone's eyes narrowing on the boy's little sister. A perfect match to all the victims. 

“Address Babygirl” Morgan calls to her, while everyone jumps to their feet grabbing their gear as they do.

“I've got two, he has an apartment in town, and a storage unit on the outskirts, sending both to your mobile device now”

“Alright thank you Garcia, Rossi, Morgan, (Y/n) I want you three to go to the storage unit, the rest of us will go to his apartment” Hotch orders his team, his eyes glancing over at you briefly, before grabbing his gear and leading his team out. 

~~~

You sit in the back of the SUV as Morgan drives to the storage unit, the sirens blasting.

“So you think this is where he inks his victims?” You put the question out there, your mind already made up with the answer that, yes it is indeed where he inks and possibly kills his victims. 

“I reckon it is, I also bet we might even find photographs of his victims as trophies” Rossi nods as he speaks, glancing back at you.

“Yeah, I mean it didn’t seem like he took anything from the victims, he had to have taken photos” Morgan agrees with Rossi. “Hey, if we’re lucky, maybe he took photos of them when he stalked them as well,” Morgan adds hopefully. Everyone knows the more evidence there is, the easier it will be to put him away for good.

The rest of the drive is silent, Morgan turns the sirens off when we start to approach, pulling up sharply. Pulling your bullet proof vest on, pulling your gun out as you stand outside the car, waiting for your partners to get ready. 

“Lets go, watch your backs” Rossi glances at us both before leading the way down the path of storage units. An icy cold shiver crawls down your spine as you approach the unit, Morgan takes the lead as we approach the side door, and with one swift kick the door swings open, smashing loudly against the wall.

“FBI, don’t move” Rossi orders as he enters the unit quickly, his gun at the ready. A sick feeling fills your stomach as you follow Morgan inside, spreading through the small unit quickly. The place is dark and musty, a dreadful smell fills the room, the room is mostly empty, except for a desk in the far corner, with a small tattoo gun laying there. Photos of the victims covering the walls, every victim that you knew of was there, except there's also photos of his sister on the walls. These ones are all in frames and placed on the wall to form a heart, just above an old chest. A small glance between you and Morgan, indicating that one of you needs to open the chest where the smell of death is coming from.

“That's all yours Morgans” Smirking softly at him, seeing as he rolls his eyes before putting his gun away, opening it slowly then eventually just letting the lid fling open. The smell escapes from the chest more than you thought was possible, the unit now smells like nothing but rotting flesh. 

“Well we found his sister at least” Groaning sickly at the smell and the look of rotting human flesh peeling from her body. 

“Yet, no Taylor” Rossi sighs, pulling his phone out to call Hotch. “And no signal in here either”

“Well you boys have fun looking through all of this, I’ll go call this in and get some fresh air” Laughing bitterly as you turn to exit the unit.

“How come you get the fresh air?” Morgan mumbles, arguing playfully.

“Because I’m younger and prettier” Poking your tongue out at him, before placing your gun away securely and making a quick exit.

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*All the attention was to him*

Uraraka: No, how did you found out?

Denki: I heard Nezu talking to sensei about it...sooo 😅

Iida: Kaminari, listening to others conversations is very unpolite and a bad habit 👋👋👋

Denki: Chill out prez, l mean he will tell us anyway so it's not a big deal

Mina: He's right here. So, it's a girl or a guy 😀

Denki: ldk, they didn't mentioned it

Tsuyu: Well, I guess we'll find out tomorrow

Mineta: Oooor, we can ask sensei 😏

Sero: You really wanna know, don't you 😑

Mineta: YES 🙂

*Aizawa walks into the classroom*

Aizawa: Alright problem children, go to your seats and-

Denki: SENSEI, WILL WE HAVE A NEW CLASSMATE?! 😃

Mineta: AND WILL THEY BE A GUY OR A GIRT!? 😫

Aizawa: Well, if you don't even want to let me get my shit together end explain...

The class: 😶

Aizawa: *sigh* Yes, we're having a transfered student in our class and for some of yours curiosity she's a girl.

Mineta: YES!!

Mina: Oh yes, a new girlfriend!

Bakugo: Tsh, just another extra....

Aizawa: Alright, alright, all I'm asking is to act like normal people for once and not like FERAL ANIMALS!

*The day went by and everybody acted their usual self, but still asking questions about this new student. The next day arrived and before the first lesson everybody was in their places waiting. Aizawa entered the classroom and behind him a tall, strong build figure following*

Aizawa: Everybody, meet Y/n L/n.

*You stood in front of the classroom, a serious look on your face. You were wearing the uniform which was combined with some of your own pieces of wardrobe: some tall demonias boots; black fishnets and black tight highs, one of 'em having a white print with the bones of the leg; a belt over the skirt and two chains to accompanies it; long black gloves also with a white print of the skeleton of the hand on them and two spike bracelets, one on each hand; under the shirt you were wearing a tight turtleneck that was entirely covering your neck and over it a spike collar and a necklace. You glanced around the classroom analyzing your new classmates. There was a pink girl with an excited look on her face, a very short guy giving you a very weird flirty look, a half bird boy looking kind of amazed in some kind of way and oh, someone guy with his hair double colored kind of like yours. All in all a very interesting class*

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So, l suck ass at drawing so you'll have to be pleased with this gacha character representation of how you look

Y/n: Hello everybody, my name is y/n l/n, I'm 17 y/o and it's a honor to be in this class.

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The moment of truth, what do they think first time seeing you? 🤔

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𝘼𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙖: She's for sure very interesting. I think we could make a pretty good duo with her tall and intimidating appearances and my shiny personality. We are for sure like two opposites and I think we can be amazing friends, cuz, well, opposites attract, right? ✨️✨️

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𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙖: HOLY SHIT, I NEED TO MAKE HER MY FRIEND AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. 😳💕🤩 She looks like one of thoes Pinterest girls and you better bet she has a 🔥fire🔥 sense of fashion. She looks a bit intimidating but you better bet she'll be my friend, plus l'd die to get piggyback ride, she looks strong aswell. 😫

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𝙏𝙨𝙪𝙮𝙪: Wow, I think I barely reach her chest. She has to be at least 190 and I wouldn't be surprised if she was taller. She is pretty good at intimidating people too, I mean when she gave us that glance I kind of felt my heart skipping a beat. 😅 I wonder if she likes frogs tho.

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𝙄𝙞𝙙𝙖: I'm not the one that judges on a fight sight so I don't know what to say really. Yes, she is a bit intimidating....ok, a bit more, but by the way she introduced herself she seems like a very polite and calculated person. I'd like to get to know her better, she seems to be a very interesting person but that glance kind of send a shiver down my spine...she looked so serious it was a bit scary 😅

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𝙐𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙖: SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL!! And I love her hair. I kind of wanted to dye mine half a color too but I'm not so sure about it but it seems to look so good on others. I wonder if hers is dyed or natural like Todoroki's hair. I love her style too.🤩 I wish I had the money to make my own style. 🥲 I want to be her friend but I'm a bit scared ngl. 😅

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𝙊𝙞𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤: Holy fuck, she's tall. 😰 And she looks kinda scary. I kind of want to get to know her better but I feel like if I make any wrong move the only person I'd get to know better is God. She looks cool tho, a bit too cool to hang out with someone as plain and boring as me.

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𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙠𝙞: BEST. DAY. EVER.😭 You mean to tell me that I get to know AND be in the same class with a goth chick, umm...YES SIR.😃 I wonder if she'd be interested in a guy so different than her tho... And I better watch what I say, she looks like she could snap my spine like a pencil 😅😅

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𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖: I have never felt such a sudden urge to call a girl "sir". 😭 She looks so strong and well built and the height is just an advantage. I love her style too, it looks very manly🤩 and I wouldn't be surprised if thoes scars on her face would be from fighting bears in the forest. She seems like she'd make a great gym bro. I need to ask her what gym she goes to. 🤨

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𝙆𝙤𝙙𝙖: Well, she kind of scares me, ngl. She doesn't look very friendly either. I mean I wouldn't say no if she asked me to be friends but for sure I won't make the first move, for sure. 😣

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𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤: I like her. She really doesn't seem like the kind of person who would judge other people. I wonder if she likes candies; I could bake something for her to make her feel more welcomed 😊

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𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙟𝙞: I am kind of left speechless. 😶 I think she's the first girl close to my age that is so much taller than me. She has to be 1.97 at least. And she looks very strong aswell. I kind of want her to pick me up but I know it would be weird as shit to ask someone you don't even know that kind of request. 😅

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𝙅𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙪: She looks so awesome! Man, I want to get to know her better. I hope she thinks I'm cool aswell. 🤞 I'd like to know what songs she likes, maybe I can make her a playlist. I just hope she doesn't think it's lame or something.

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𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙤: I don't understand people who dress up like this; like where are your parents, where do you live, what's your number, are you single, are you free tomorrow. 😫 I want to ask her so many things. She looks so badass, I wouldn't be surprised if she had some tattoos aswell.

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𝙏𝙤𝙠𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙞: She seems very interesting. The white hair gives her kind of a tragic charisma, an appart mysterious air that can be easily put in relief by her scars. She seems like the kind of person that the more you know about the more mysterious becomes, like a labyrinth.

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𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙞: I like her hair; maybe because it's similar to mine. I'm kind of curios about her scars too....maybe because it reminds me of mine aswell. 😐 She seems peaceful tho, like a quiet kind of person. But I need to ask her about her hair...we can be related or something. 🤨

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𝙃𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙚: I bet she's amazing at drawing. I wonder if she'd find it weird if I'd ask her to draw me...maybe...I want to know so many things about her. Should I ask her if she wants to eat at lunch together?

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𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤: Ok, so we all can agree that Bakugo has both a superiority and an inferiority complex; so just imagine his superiority complex being all like: Tsh, WHO DOES THIS EXTRA THINKS SHE IS?! WHAT, SHE THINKS SHE'S GOING TO SCARE ME, DOES SHE THINKS SHE'S BETTER THAN ME?! SO WHAT IF SHE'S TALL, THAT DOESN'T MEAN SHIT! ;and meanwhile his inferiority complex being like: Fuck, how can I compete with her she's almost double my height and her quirk is probably just as powerful

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𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙮𝙖: Alright, well, wow, she seems...intimidating, but I am very curious about her quirk, I'm sure it's something powerful. I'm gonna make such good friends with her but what if I say something wrong...good All Might. We'll I'm sure she's a nice person and who doesn't want friends by their side ☺️

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𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙤: Wow, she seems so confident and cool. I want to get to know her better, she seems like such an interesting and fun person to be around too. Her hair reminds me of Todoroki tho...are they related or something?

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𝘼𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙬𝙖: At first she seemed like someone with a "bakugo" type of personality but from the start of the conversation I could see that she was extremely polite and calculated. Her height was a surprise tho... When Nezu said "I have a big surprise for you" I didn't tought he ment it literally...I mean the top of my head reaches her top lip and her voluminous hair does not help at all, but other than the feeling of inferiority she seems like a great student with a huge potential. I just hope this gremlins don't influence her in any bad way.

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[frogprincesnowglobe]

Since you’re taking asks right now, tell me more about Kristina’s late 1980s fashion when she attends Hillerska! (Bonus points if you come across catalogue photos that fit.)

I have so many thoughts on Queen Kristina when she was younger. If they did a spinoff it'd be called "Young Kristina". I don't know if she was a teen in the late 80s or going more into the 90s, and I don't know how the fashion varied in the 80s in Sweden from where I'm from but here's what I'm thinking for 16/17/18/19 year old Crown Princess Kristina:

Let's start with some pictures of the fabulous actress who plays Kristina, Pernilla August, in her early 30s in 1992 (I couldn't find anything younger), to give you a visual of what Kristina might look like.

I think that in the 80's Hillerska would have been the type of school to force the students into uniforms at all times, not just special occasions but they'd break the rules anyway.

The girls of course would buy shoulder pads to pad out the blazers of their uniforms. No homemade shoulder pads here.

Ignore the bad photoshop, but here is Kristina in her shoulder pad Hillerska uniform. She would 10000% be classier than this.

once I gave her shoulder pads I had to make her hair bigger and add a headband, but I actually think Kristina would do something a little more like the example pictures of Pernilla, or the blond model later on in this, something more sleek. Right is a much better representation of what the Hillerska blazer might look like from this 1987 catalog. I found that ages after photoshopping poor Sara into Kristina, ha.

When doing research I saw that the royal family at the time was more demur, with the girls in long dresses a lot, but they had no teens (at least that I could find to go off off.

Dresses her parent's would prefer for out and about on official Crown Princess duties, *not* what Kristina would prefer.

I think Kristina would favor a good pair of light wash jeans with a thin belt and a nice sweater for more casual wear, but her parents would prefer her in nice light dresses. She'd wear tennis skirts and a cardigan over the shoulders, nice black turtlenecks. I headcanon that she does tennis as an extra curricular. Her cousin Carl Johan Horn does rowing.

Kristina's shirt shoes and jeans vibes, and turtleneck vibes and 80's tennis skirt (from etsy) + August's dad hanging out with her in the upper picture.

When the girls have Saturday dinner dress up she'd wear heart lockets or long pearl strands. She'd definitely own a very nice diamond tennis bracelet too, though not for dinners.

Kristina's manor house dinner earrings, necklaces and pendants

Kristina's dinner looks (The left really feels Kristina to me)

Outfits like the below one from Heathers (or similar) would be an occasional outfit. I think she wouldn't be too ostentatious, at least in the day to day, but some of the other Manor house girls would wear these type of looks more often.

I think because Kristina is a royal she'd try to look a little older as well. We see especially in season 2 that they try to make Wille look older, and more polished and put together. So I think she'd sometimes wear more older looking styles, like the gray wool blazer and skirt.

First is from the spring 1985 Sears catalog, and I can't remember where I got the other two.

These summer looks are from the 1989 Sears Fashion book.

Winter looks from the Fall Winter 1988 Sears catalog (I'm pretty sure though she'd be much more bundled in Swedish winter, but she has a cute wool coat that looks like Wille's blue one) She'd wear a lot of thick sweaters! Peep August's dad Carl Johan in the upper right. :)

More Kristina vibes. Honestly I lost track of which catalog I was on but they're all from the 1985/1987/1988/1989 Sears and J.C. Penney Catalogs. Kristina likes slacks and button ups now, she'd definitely have liked it then.

Bonus Carl Johan Horn:

[anamelessdragon]

State of Shock | Chapter 6 | 2.1k

by NamelessDragon (@anamelessdragon)

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Summary:

As he’d promised, James Barnes showed up for his second therapy appointment on time.

Physically, at least. There was an argument to be made for mentally, especially when he didn’t bother to look at or so much as acknowledge Christina at the door, instead heading right for the couch when he was invited in. And once he reached that he sank down onto the cushions, staring straight ahead, gloved hands resting on his thighs. She took her own seat, noting that his gaze didn’t shift even infinitesimally as she crossed his vision. 

She took a moment to look him over before starting. He was wearing a different turtleneck, a new pair of jeans. Another jacket. All black, except for the grey shirt he wore between layers. Above the outfit, his face was practically just as grey, the marks under his eyes even more sunken than last time, the hollowness of his cheeks more pronounced. His hair also looked markedly longer even though it had just been a week, sitting on his head in unkempt spikes. She wondered if he had a supersoldier growth rate to that on top of everything.

“Mr. Barnes, I appreciate that you’ve made the effort to adhere to our schedule,” she said, because she had to give credit where credit was due if the headspace he was in was anything like the way it looked.

He kept his eyes on the wall.

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Bucky's pardon requires that he wear an artificially intelligent shock collar as a term of his release. Bucky accepts, knowing it's his only chance to get out and do some good in the world.

Unfortunately, there are plenty of people ready to severely misuse that power.

A retelling of TFATWS.

Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson, appearances by the general TFATWS cast

Warnings: Chapter 6 - trauma, angst

Read on AO3.

[hipsterteller]

Lockdown

This is kinda an idea after seeing a lot of infection au and thought of something different and recalled the biohazard stage and its manga, the marhawa desire so before I start...

Letitia belongs to @moonartemisia Resident evil belongs to Capcom and Paradox Live belongs to Avex pictures and GCREST.

How did this happen? One minute everything was a normal day...and now...it has became a nightmare?

The whole college ground is under lockdown as outside the college are news reporters and military vehicles, Aeryn recognizes the logo in her classroom.

BSAA

She knew that his here and frown as she hug her legs close then looked back at the others who took shelter at classroom.

*Anne and Allen are trying to get a signal after it gets shut down and same time recovering from escaping, Anne doesn't wear her usual heels and switches to sneakers.

*Letitia fixes Hajun glasses after one of the infected tried to eat him by pinning him on the ground but luckily he knock the infected out.

*It was surprising that Yohei visited since Shiki was thinking of entering college once he finished high school and Ryu joined in and nearly got eaten after what they witnessed...Yohei had to grab the emergency fire axe and chop the dead college student head off and Shiki manage to grab first aid kit from inside the emergency fire axe

And last is Naoakira, he was gonna start the lecture when the outbreak strike in college.

Aeryn on the other hand had managed to run even with the weak stamina she had, she sought shelter.

Right now she prayed for the other student and faculty members manage to escape or seek shelter and not became the undead...

"Do you think..." Shiki spoke up and everyone turn to him "Do you think someone will save us?"

Aeryn wanted to say something but she didn't want to get suspicious so she calmly replied "Well the people outside have called some military, and I heard that they are known to handle this..."

Hajun spoke "Zombies?"

Aeryn nodded as Letitia decided to speak up "Look I know we are all on the edge right now especially what happened, at least were safe..."

Ryu then decided to speak up "Still I want to know..." He turn to Aeryn giving her the most uncanny look as he smile maliciously like mad hatter which made Aeryn shiver...

But what else is worse...is his question...

"How long will you keep lying?"

Aeryn swallow her breathe as she looks pale when he asked, Naoakira saw this and turn to Ryu.

"Ryu please don't....your not helping..."

"But Boss..."

"Please..."

Aeryn was relief but looked out the window again...as she looked out she saw a few undead students walking around aimlessly as she looked back at the front...

There she sees a familiar military hummer as it park in front and driver door open revealing a male.

He wore a light blue green and gray with a black sleeveless turtleneck underneath, his light green flak combat vest is darker, his knee pads are white, his pants are gray and his combat boots are black.

Dark brown hair and tired bluish brown eyes that had calm down after the storm.

Aeryn knew him well...as this man is known other than Chris Redfield.

Her heart is beating fast since he went on his own, where's Piers? Did he stay behind? Or had to do desk work...

Naoakira notice Aeryn's behavior and Hajun and Letitia too as the two couples recalls Ryu question to Aeryn...

How long will you keep lying?

Is she hiding something? But there thoughts were cut short when they heard gun shots follow by the undead groans and growls, Yohei grab the axe and protected Anne, Allen, Shiki, and Ryu.

While Hajun protects Letitia and Naoakira stood beside Aeryn held her rosary necklace as she knew that its him...his here...his here for her...

The noise slowly died down and they heard voices on the other side...

"Area clear sir..."

"Search for survivors..."

"Yes sir..."

Aeryn wanted to approach the stairs but heard heavy footsteps approaching the door and watched as someone tried to open the barricade lock.

Letitia is worried as Hajun watch as the voice on the other end called out the leader stating that the door is lock and possible have survivors, without hesitation the door knob is shot out and heavy boots kick the door wide open.

Everyone were startled and Aeryn didn't as her eyes met the familiar blue eyes.

"Chris..." Was all she could say as Chris saw her and relief, the moment he saw her, he rush to her and hug her.

Aeryn took a whimp of his scent, cologne, blood, sweat...he was worried...his grip tighten her as he let out a sighed.

"Thank God..."

Letitia and Hajun are shock at this as Ryu grin.

"I told you...she's lying..."

After rescuing the remaining the students and faculty members, Aeryn held onto the blanket that was given to her and sat at the hummer driver seat as she is recovering from the attack.

While the rest are being check-up, Chris approach her.

"How are you?"

Aeryn look up to him as she nodded "I'm a bit shaken...but alright..."

Chris kneel down still holding his bear commando rifle as he place his hand at her lap giving a soft squeeze, Aeryn held his hand feeling the kevlar glove.

"...Chris..."

"I...I know you said that you'll be fine...but I worried for you...everyday..."

Aeryn listen more as Chris bit his bottom lip "From the moment I heard about the outbreak here...I knew your there...and worried that...that-"

"Chris you know I'm not helpless...plus I can't expose my abilities...if I showed them...I might be...."

Chris held her cheek as he didn't want to hear the last word...he understood...on the other side of the hummer, Yohei who had finish the check-up heard everything and is smoking.

He had to admit, but Ryu is right and is onto something...

Aeryn is hiding something...

The moment he threw the cigar on the ground and stomp it he walk away...unaware the shadow stayed behind.

(Timeskip is brought to you by Monstro Lounge), at hotel.

The students and faculty were told to stay in hotel until the time being, upon staying Yohei inform Naoakira and the rest in hotel room as they are gather and getting info.

"So not only does Aeryn and Chris knows each other, but she has this "Ability"?" Anne spoke as Yohei nodded.

"I know its crazy but I think Aeryn is hiding something, I mean have any of you find her...off?"

Shiki wanted to stay quite but he spoke up "Now that you mention it..when I first saw her pet..."cat...it was weird...his ears has flames, glaring at me and his tails were pitchfork...not to mention the three stuff toys she has...I swore they were moving whenever I look away....."

Allen then recalls one more "Her cousin, Sebastian...does not like me especially told me to back off from snooping on her privacy...I mean I didn't mean to look into her sketchbook...there were a lot of things and people..."

They turn to him and Hajun asked "Fictional?"

Allen shake his head and added "No real, and she even wrote some...here I'll show you the pics."

Naoakira didn't want to look but he wants to know why she's acting weird and hiding...so the moment they look into Allen's phone...they saw various sketches of males and females...and he saw one that caught his attention.

A drawing of Chris smiling and has his coat drape over his shoulder, he could see her cursive handwriting on the bottom right.

"I still remember the day we chat...whenever I look back, I can't help but to see you smile...when and you said 'It's been a while since I smile, maybe because seeing you makes me feel ease...' and I'm glad..."

Naoakira felt a bit of jealousy...he stood up and approach the door, Letitia look up and spoke "Professor?"

"Excuse me but I think I have to talk to her..."

The moment he left, they swore the atmosphere around him change...

Meanwhile, at Aeryn's room.

Aeryn wore a comfy attire with her leg warmers as she is glad she brought her stuff and Chris said he has to get Grim from her place, and when he did.

Grim rush towards her, the monster cat hug her.

"Minion!"

Aeryn hug him as she needed that "glad your okay...you and the tsums..."

Tsum! Chris hop out from her backpack still shaken, sure he and his human counterpart had witness but still shaken...even Tsum! Crewel and Claire as they gather around and cuddle at her legs.

Chris sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed as he saw how cuddly Tsum! Crewel is and it made him a bit jealous but same time recalls his arguments with him.

Aeryn looked up to Chris and asked "By the way...how's everyone back at St. Micheal?"

Chris smile at her and answered "Well, its not same when you and the rest are not around...Krauser said that he spotted Scry entering your old room and sat down on bed and misses you..."

Aeryn smile and stroke Grim ears "I miss him too along Mr. Bunny and Mr.Shadow..."

Chris cherish her cheek as he kiss her "I also miss holding you and kiss you..."

"Your such a sap you know that?" She giggles as he chuckle, sadly the wholesome moment didn't last as they were startled by a loud knock on the door.

She got out putting Grim on the bed and opens the door to see, Naoakira...his giving her a serious look in her.

"Oh...um hey professor...what's wron-"

"Aeryn...we need to talk."

His golden eyes turns to Chris giving him a glare, Aeryn is worried so she walk out of her room. Grim pop out from under the pillow and worried.

"Aeryn?"

"..."

Library room ((if you live in Philippines, chances are you heard about Palms country club, my relative often invites my family either by tennis before or event...))

The two enter a secluded area since the library is small yet quite. "Um...is something wrong?"

Naoakira pinch his nosebridge...

"...how long..."

"P-Pardon?"

"How long have you been lying?"

Aeryn flinched as Naoakira put his glasses down and glare her down, she bit her bottom lips as she spoke.

"I...I really don't kno-"

"Don't lie to me little mouse."

"Little mouse? Really? And I thought Crewel's 'puppy' is worse."

They turn to see Chris...glaring at him, Aeryn knew...

If she doesn't tells the truth...things are going south...

[sarah-dreemurr-magne]

Trapped With You; 2

    “I’m trapped behind a wall of fear, and fear itself” -Gabriella Jording

“Sissy!” You lurch forward from your once sitting position, wincing as small boney knees and feet dig into your back. Light brown hair comes into view from behind you, allowing you to identify your small ‘attacker’. You grab onto the girl’s legs to balance her, her arms are already digging into your neck. You don’t want her to fall off you, resulting in her accidentally choking you and you accidentally falling on the poor girl. “I caught you!” The six-year-old aunts playfully.

“Is there some sort of game or challenge going on that I’m not aware of? It seems I just keep getting caught~” You playfully call out to her, adding a painfully faux accent to further act. Maneuvering around, you correctly hold Chara on your back, your bandaged cheek is forgotten as you take what little childhood you can have and enforce it to stay, even if for the moment.

Giggling, Chara swings her legs, acting as if she’s thinking really hard on your words. “Maaaybe~” Breaking into a fit of giggles, the girl hugs you close, despite you not being able to hug her back because of the piggy-back ride you’re giving her. You feel the tension in your shoulders go away slightly, it’s been a few hours since Sarah bandaged your cheek and you’ve been doing paperwork since. The barstool-like chair was beginning to hurt your back because of how there wasn’t anything to lean against, you only now noticed because of how much better you feel now relaxed. “Are you going to watch us today?” Chara’s question catches you off guard, of course you’re going to watch them, you watch them everyday.  However, you don’t question her wording when you realize she’s looking towards the back door, you understand her true question now.

She wants to go outside… “Yes, if Maranda and Mike are busy, I’m gonna watch you and the others.” You never know who’s listening, so you answer her true question using her cove for it. Sudden footsteps catch your attention. It’s not safe.

You pay special attention to these footsteps, knowing who it is already. Heavy and loud, the heels clack against the ground. Careful and calculated, but uncaring about the term ‘graceful’. Empty and malicious, that’s what the footsteps are. You feel malicious intent behind them and a tremor runs through you, fearing who comes with acknowledgement.

“Go on little Charamander,” You bend down, kneeling on the ground as you urge Chara off your back and nudge her to the opposing door the footsteps come from, “Go, go play.” You barely allow her a glance back, as you usher her away, watching as she hesitates then rushes off. You stand, turning around just in time for him to walk in. A brief flashback to your cheek causes you to wince, but you shove it down.

You slightly flinch when your (EC) eyes meet his brown ones. Wavy brown hair framing his face as his glasses lie on his nose, just barely sliding down. Mike looks down at you, a face of neutral displeasure shown.

‘I hate you too, ya’ prick.’ You straighten your back, forcing your expression to go and stay neutral. Inside however, you’re bubbling in rage and fear. As you look over his outfit, you already know what’s going on.

Mike wears his ‘lab’ coat, a blue turtleneck under it and black wind pants. His white lab gloves are on, and the look in his eyes tells you this isn’t going to be fun. For you at least. His clipboard lies between his hands, but you show no emotion to him. Showing emotion before them is like revealing a weak point in a war.

“(YN),” His voice is monotone, causing a small tremor of fear to run down your spine. You show nothing though, “You are needed in the lab in five minutes.”

‘Not more…’ You’re scared, they don’t usually show any mercy during the tests… ‘At least it’s not the electrical ones anymore….’ You nod, trying to not show any emotion.It’s a good thing Maranda and Mike only look for the major signs, otherwise Mike would’ve noticed your eyebrows furrowing slightly, or the miniscule twitch of one of your eyes. You stay silent, lost in thought as Mike walks away.

Why can’t you learn? Why were- no- Why ARE you stupid enough to hope? To think you could have freedom, to think you might have deserved it… You must’ve been out of your head. You’ll never get out of here, you’re an experiment, a test subject. What did you do to deserve freedom?... Then again… What did you do to deserve your life now? Maybe… You do deserve this? Why else would it be happening to you?

Blinking, you look over to the clock on the wall, finding you only have two minutes to get over to the lab. Quickly, you walk to the stairs leading to the second floor where rooms are, but instead of going up them, you go to the door on the side of them. The basement door, the lab. Opening the door, you rush down the stairs and quickly look around. Seeing that no one is there at the moment, you settle into your neutral expression and spot the tests for today.

‘A hologram of Frisk in trouble? What would they need that for?’ You look at them further, being discreet for if the adults walk into the room. ‘(YN)...Chair… Protection test?’ Just as you’re about to read further, you hear Marandas’ footsteps.

“Into the chamber (YN).” Pushy much? You walk over to the soundproof chamber, almost pressing the code in to open it. You have to hold yourself back though. Knowing or showing that you know the code would only raise their suspicions towards you. Mikes’ footsteps are heard coming down the stairs, then behind you. A hand reaches past your shoulder, turning on the chamber and punching the code in. The blue door opens, then you’re nudged inside by Mike, muscle tensing and flexing away from his touch. Now inside the chamber, you wait, not daring to move in fear of what will happen. Deafening quiet takes over, only for you to nearly flinch once the clack of footsteps become the only sound.

Mike steps around you, walking over to the lone ‘chair’, the metal seat bolted in the ground as leather latches lie unfastened around areas where your wrists, elbows, kneecaps, and ankles would be. Three thicker leather straps lie where your neck, waist/hips, and head would be. You shudder at memories of the chair, glad the adults weren’t staring at you for the moment.

“C’mon (YN),” You snap away from your thoughts, noticing the now fully opened fastenings, “We have a new test today.” Usually, Mostly, they do loneliness induction tests now in the seat, it wasn’t always like that, or psychological tests. After you almost died.

You walk over, sitting in the seat. Mike fastens your arms first, and you’re tempted to low-blow him when he fastens your legs. The leather is cold, but you’ve grown used to it. He fastens your head, hen neck, and finally your waist. When he walks out, you see Mike then head upstairs.

‘Why’s he going up there?’ Your question is answered when he’s suddenly dragging Frisk and Chara down the stairs, Sarah following after. ‘The hell- I Thought we were doing a hologram test?’ The lights to the chamber in front of you’s come on, confusion settling in your bones. Worry stars to bubble up when all three kids are pushed in, doors locking behind them as the huddle into the middle of the room. ‘No…’ Your hearing hones in,distinctly latching onto the sound of chains.

‘Nonononono!’ Fear sets in fully as you realize you might have read the wrong thing. Your heartbeat quickens, breathing pattern soon following. Your eyes snap over to the gas hatchets in the other chamber as they start up, ‘No!’

“NO!” Struggling, the leather tightens around you. You swear you could've heard a loud pop as you struggle, but all adrenaline drowns any possible pain out.

Your body twitches and jerks, pure fear, anger, and adrenaline fueling your movements and actions. Tears stream down your face and your jaw clenches, dull throbbing in your left shoulder. You thrash around, despite your restraints, desperate to free yourself.

Heart wrenching screams coming from your siblings' containment space cause your body to lurch forwards. You can barely recognize or acknowledge the sound of a machine turning off. The screams stop, but you don’t. You keep moving until your body gives up, sobbing rocks you back and forth. In your minds rage induced haze, once you find that your restraints are taken off, something in you snaps. You pounce on the person in front of you, not caring which adult it was.

“Ack-” Your eyes are cold, anger spilling from the (EC) irises of them. “S-stop!” Your hands squeeze tighter, their new homes found right around Mike's neck. He hurt them, he did this, they did this. Stop, help, hurt, kill them, they did this.

Sudden crackling and a loud zap accompanies a sharp pain in you. Your body twitches, jerking away as you’re zapped with electricity, finally slumping over. You feel so numb, yet in so much pain at the same time. You fight desperately against the darkness, but it simply drags you further down, setting you into a state of unconsciousness.

“(YN)!” You slowly sit up, unaware of your surroundings, “C’mon (YN)! We don’t have much time!” Rubbing your eyes, you slowly come to. Only to blink in surprise by the sight in front of you. Silently, you wonder if you accidently fully shifted again. It’s a rare occurrence for you to fully shift, only normally staying in what you like to call a ‘half-shift’.

Your half shifts only allow you to interact with objects and watch people, never able to interact with them. Everyone will simply walk through you, as if you’re a ghost, neer to notice you.. Rarely when you find yourself fully shifting, you never know the places you end up. When you fully shift, you go to places and worlds you’ve never even thought about. Yet, when you wake up, you can never go back to that one place, never in a full shift, a half shift, or even in your lucid dreams…. Why can you never find the same place?

“(YN)!” You jolt slightly when someone sits in your lap, the contact causing your anxiety to spike. “You’re zoning out again!” You blink, taken aback by the being in your lap currently.

A skeleton, a literal ‘living’ skeleton sits in your lap, thankfully leaving some space between him and your torso. Judging by the voice and bone structure -which you got a glimpse of because their shirt rode up slightly- you’re guessing that it’s a male. For some reason, you feel as if the clothes he’s wearing isn't his usual attire, but you brush it off.

The skeleton has a grayscale blue sweater on, light stars sprinkled in the fabric every so often, black sweatpants that are slightly too big for his legs fit snuggly at his hips. A blue bandanna sits on his neck/collarbone, adding an even cuter vibe to him. Light blue gloves on his hands don’t seem to stop the warmth that radiates off of them. His eyelights? Are quite a sight to see, a blue star in each acting as irises and they glow, strange sparkles shining in them every so often. Small black hearts are in place of where his pupils would be, giving him a soft look.

“(YN)?” You snap back into focus, flushing with embarrassment when you realize you were staring. He must’ve thought something was wrong, as a worried expression crosses his face. Moving slightly closer to your torso, he cups one of your cheeks in a gloved hand, only resulting in further embarrassment. “(YN)? I-is everything okay…?” Jesus fucking christ- You have to resist the urge to 'aww' at his genuinely worried expression.

“How-” You struggle to speak, as you don’t want to hurt the guys’ feelings. After a few seconds, you manage to both calm yourself down, and find your courage. “How do you know my name…?” You wince at how weary and weak your question came out, but the blue skeleton on you doesn’t seem to notice.

For a few seconds, he simply blinks, seemingly lost in thought, then does a complete personality/expression 180. His expression and demeanor go from happy and excited to nervous and slightly shy, but he still seems happy. “Right! Sorry! I got slightly excited to meet you in person!”

‘In person?’ He seems to notice your slight confusion, as he quickly continues his talking.

“My name is Sans, but you may call me Blue!” Blue? Well- You can’t say the name doesn't fit- “Anyways, welcome to the dreamscape!” He scoots closer, “It took a lot of Dream’s magic to get here, let alone bring me too! You’re quite special, huh?”

“S-special?” God damnit… Great job (YN), appearing weak is definitely a good idea- “What-What do you mean?”

“You’re shifting!” Your sudden investment in conversation and of attention seems to please Blue, as he scoots even closer to your torso, nearly straddling you. “It was necessary for Dream to either introduce himself, or one of our group first!”

“What’s my shifting have to do with anything?”

“Your SOUL! It takes quite a lot of willpower to shift mentally, let alone affect our world physically! It’s so- Cool!!” The stars in his eyes grow larger, “Plus, enough for Error 404 to notice you?! You’re so cool!!” His words both relaxed and warm you. You can now determine that Blue isn’t a threat, if anything, he -surprisingly- acts as if you’re his hero or idol.

Soft laughter from behind Blue causes you both to jump. “Blue,” A wave of happiness and relaxation rushes over you as a new voice speaks up, “Don’t overwhelm the poor girl.” You look over Blue’s shoulder to find another skeleton.

This skeleton seems to radiate a steady yet toned down aura of positivity. His eyelights are simple circles with a black star cut into both for a pupil. In fact- if you were to say an aura was a color, you would say this skeleton is yellow and gold. He has on yellow gloves, strangely fingerless gloves at that. A light blue shirt covers his upper body, gold lines stitched into the shirt collar. Black sweatpants seem to be the style for them, and he doesn't wear any shoes or socks. You spot a gold clasp on his collarbone, a small orange sun on it as the clasp seems to hold together a yellow cape.

Once again, you get the strange feeling that he doesn’t usually wear this type of clothing. The golden skeleton seems to feel your gaze as he adverts his attention onto you. Quietly, you shrink into yourself, you don’t know why though…. You’re usually so good at hiding your emotions, why are you showing them so easily now?! Even if these guys are simply your imagination, you can’t be this open!

“Hey,” You look back at the newcomer, “It’s gonna be okay. We’re not here to hurt you.” He puts his hands up in what most would call mock surrender, but… You don’t sense he’s mocking you. It's almost like he's serious… “My name is Dream, guardian of positivity.” Wary, your eyes follow his movement as he slowly walks over. Soon, he’s in front of you, then he’s sitting beside you.

“Why-Why are you even talking to me? Either of you?” You aren’t used to this. Even when you fully shift, you don’t interact first, and most people don’t care enough to interact. You don’t like this… Dream’s aura is too relaxing for you. You aren’t ready for your walls to break down, to show your true emotions. You’ve spent so long building them up, you can’t allow a figment of your imagination to break them.

“Why not? You can shift enough to affect our worlds! You don’t seem bad! Plus you-” Blue locks eyes with you, “You always seem lonely or hurt!”

“Um… S-Still. Why would you interact with me? I’m not special. What did I do?”

“Why wouldn’t we interact with you? It’s not what you did, but what you did not do.” Blue seems so set on talking to you, “You haven’t hurt anyone, nor have you done anything untrustworthy!” His expression of determination soon turns to worry, “H-Human?”

“(YN), are you okay?” Dream reaches over, wiping your cheeks. Only then do you notice the tears spilling from your eyes. Blue quickly pulls you closer, fully straddling you as he hugs you. That’s when everything spills, clutching Blue tightly, you quietly cry into his shoulder. Soon, Dream joins in the hug, the reality of life hitting harder than it ever has before.

That’s all that happened, they simply allowed you to cry, letting everything out. Strange enough, your eyelids grow heavy, aren’t you already asleep though? The world around you begins to fade.

“Goodnight (YN).” You pass out from exhaustion. Your last thoughts are fuzzy, but confused. ‘How do you fall asleep when you’re already dreaming?’

The rest of your dreaming is strangely peaceful, no nightmares for once… When you wake up, you don’t jump, jolt, gasp or startle. Your eyelids simply flutter open, eyes gradually adjusting to the room lighting. It takes a few seconds, but you soon realize that you were moved over to your room. Looking around, a sense of sadness hits you.

Faded, once rainbow pastel walls bring back memories of the false love your parents would give you. Even if it was fake, it was the closest you could get to love. Looking to the side you don’t get up, you already know what to expect.

They tased you, the pain of sitting up will be excruciating! It’s numb right now, but you won’t be led to another false sense of security! Weakly, you manage to lift an arm, running your hand just barely across your chest. A sharp pain shoots through your entire chest, choking out a breath you gasp for air. Pushing past your pain, you continue, finding your guess was correct.

You’re no longer in your original shirt, chest bundled in bandages. Fuck. You hope you didn’t crash- wait- The kids! Ignoring the pain, you sit up, chest tightening. You’re about to throw your feet over the side of the bed when your door opens, catching your attention. Tensing up, you expect one of the adults to walk in, but are confused yet relieved to see Chara. 

“Ch-Chara!” Your voice is hoarse and weak, cracking and barely above a whisper yell. Sliding off your bed, you stumble to your knees, fire-like pain spreading throughout your entire upper torso. You find that your pants were exchanged with shorts, the rug next to your bed undoubtedly giving you rug burn on your knees. Despite wanting to reach Chara, you find yourself clutching the bandages around your chest, making it much worse.

“(YN)!” Chara rushes over, grabbing your shoulders carefully, “S-Sarah!!” Rushing footsteps… Hands grab at you… A voice calls for you, growing muffled. But you don’t answer…. Darkness comes for you once again as your surroundings blur out, noise a mere whisper in the crash of your minds’ silence.

“You’re back?” You jump at the sudden voice, finding yourself staring into familiar blue glowing stars… ‘Blue? But- I- I never come back to the same place twice-’

“She’s hurt” Your head snaps over to Dream, not seeing how Blue’s eyelights fizzle out. Beside Dream is another skeleton, the bone shape once again painting the picture out of this one being another male. You ignore the burning sensation in your chest, looking over this new skeleton.

He’s taller than you, yet shorter than the other two. A splotch of black is on his left cheekbone, and to be honest, it looks kind of like a paint splatter. His eyelights are strange as well, the left one being a blue oval-ish dot with a small light-blue pupil. The left one is a perfect star the color yellow, having a black dot in it as a pupil as well. Once again, he doesn’t seem to wear the outfit he is wearing right now.

He has a cute blue hoodie on, rainbow fur around the hood and a plain white shirt under it. Black sweatpants seem to be a trend for these skeletons, but his sweatpants have rainbow splatters in different spots on them. A sash lies across his entire outfit, filled with different colored vials that make a rainbow if you put them together. Black fingerless gloves lie on his hands and seem to have bandages under them. Looking back to his eyes, you blink in shock.

‘They changed?’ You don’t have enough time to analyze them as he quickly looks away, rushing to another room as he calls out behind him. “I’ll get the bandages!”

‘But, I’m already bandaged-’ You look down at yourself only to be confused and self-conscious. You’re no longer bandaged, a crop top on you showing many bruises. You can’t see the exact spot you were shocked, but you can see a large bruise coming from the main spot. You quickly cover your stomach with your arms, ignoring the pain. Your scars and bruises are private, no one should see them. Tears well up in your eyes.

Your past is suffocating you. Even if you were to escape, your past would still have you trapped.

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[chaeinedup]

Shameless

Pairing: Jang Daehyeon x reader;

Summary: You thought you had the upper hand but he proved you wrong;

Content Warning: A little suggestive that’s all;

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry it took this long but after many delays and tries it’s finally out I hope you enjoy :D.

You were a little nervous for tonight, it was a big moment. WEi are having a company dinner and you got to tag along with your boyfriend. It was so cold you had no idea what to wear and you needed advice. So the only logical thing to do was call Daehyeon.

                                          * Facetime on *

Daehyeon: Hey, is everything okay?

Y/N: Well yes and also no??

Daehyeon: Let me guess, you don’t know what to wear?

Y/N: ... you sound like you were expecting this... suspicious I must say.

Daehyeon: You tend to brag about your outfit choices when you make them ahead ahah.

Y/N: And rightfully so! It’s not like you don’t like it:

Daehyeon: No no I love it don’t worry. So you need my help?

Y/N: Yeah I can’t dress for the weather that’s my biggest flaw.

Daehyeon: If it helps I’m wearing a black turtleneck and a suit.

Y/N: Hmmm okay I’ll call you again when I get to your place.

Daehyeon: WAIT I don’t get to see anything beforehand???

Y/N: Absolutely not! Love you!

                                           * Facetime off *

Knowing what he was gonna wear did indeed make it better for you. So the move was a 2 piece set, you’ve been styling it in your head for a couple of weeks now but never actually wore it. Now it was the perfect time, you were sure the dark grey set would match with the one your boyfriend is wearing. You were also certain he would love the sight provided by the skirt part of the set, he’s always very vocal about how much he loves your legs.

You had done your hair already so you quickly got dressed. Looking in the mirror you couldn’t not congratulate yourself for this purchase. The smokey eye look was definetly the right choice but it’s always a “trust the process moment”. 

Putting your favourite boots on you quickly open the texts to send a quick “omw” to Daehyeon, you weren’t late or anything but your outfit was incomplete. You needed a tie to finish it off but you didn’t own one and obviously a house full of guys has to have one hiding somewhere.

You made your way to the nearest subway station with your headphones in, playing your favourite artist. The subway didn’t take long and when it stopped you could see your reflection in the door windows, you lightly chuckled knowing you looked good. The whole way to the dorms you kept thinking how your boyfriend would react if there’s something you love doing is make him speechless.

After a 5 minute ride you were off to their place, giddy, thrilled to say the least. You had never felt like this before maybe all this time apart from each other was giving you butterflies again. Like you were meeting again for the first time. Still walking you pulled your phone out your winter jacket double texting Daehyeon to let you in, there’s no way you’d wait outside for him to open the door. Thankfully he saw it in the moment and opened the door for you. 

The walk up the stairs had your legs weak and you couldn’t tell if it was because you were nervous, out of shape or both. You shook any anxious thoughts out your head and proceeded to make your way to their apartment door. And lucky you someone was already waiting for you. You were still a little far away but from a previous call you could tell who it was given the description of their outfit. The closer you got the better you could see his face and by the end of your journey you could tell someone was drooling indeed. 

You once again chuckled expecting the expression but not being able to take it fully due to shyness.

Y/N: Did the cat get your tongue?

Daehyeon: Dalli is a very good girl we raised her right, she wouldn’t do such thing! But you would...

His words exued lust and playfulness and all of the sudden you were no longer the one laughing. Any time he makes such remarks it leaves you distraut and nervous in a good way. He loves you so much he never hesitates to make it clear.

Y/N: Are you going to let me in or not? I still need to borrow a tie from you.

Daehyeon: A tie? we have places to be no time to play around.

You lightly slapped his arm as a way of shushing him and he gave you that beautiful smile of his. If you weren’t admant on getting the last accessory you’d let yourself melt in his arms. With his hand on your lower back both of you made your way inside and since you still had a little bit of time everyone was in the process of getting ready. You took you shoes and jakcet off leaving it at the entrance and on a mission you were.

Scared someone was in the room you knocked making sure Seokhwa wasn’t dressing himself in the room and after getting no response you opened the door. To your surprise someone was in the room your favourite person in the world, Dalli. She meowed as a little “hello” and you swore you probably missed her more than anyone in this place, she was always your napping partner you never forget those. 

Dismissing your child for a while you searched for the hot issue of today and you did find many of them, black, red even bow ties, however the hard part wasn’t chosing one but actually tying it. But Daehyeon came to the rescue, letting Dalli escape to find someone to play with.

Daehyeon: So do you need me or...?

Y/N: Why do I feel like that can mean 2 very different things?

Approaching you, slowly grabbing the black tie from your hands, he had his eyes on yours.

Daehyeon: I always knew my pretty girl was smart so you tell me.

Y/N: I knew you’d like the clothes but this much? even I’m surprised.

Daehyeon: More than the clothes I like you.

You could’ve sworn someone had turned the heating on, because the mix of his honey laced words and his actions, making the tie tighter and tigher with every single breath was making your legs squeez together. You mentally cursed yourself and this stupid formal dinner because if it was for you’d stay in the comfort of your lover’s touch.

Daehyeon: I see someone flew over to dreamland, do I really have this much affect on you?

Y/N: Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.

Daehyeon: But what if I want to hear it from you, what if I want to hear my angel say it?

Since he was done with the tie his hands were on your hips squeezing little by little, knowing damn well you were hanging by a thin thread. If there’s someone that knows what buttons to push it’s him. At this point you were ready to give in.

And with your silence he took it upon himself to make you speak or at least moan, lowly. His lips on your neck and your hands on his chest you were both getting lost in the moment so much so you hadn’t been paying attention to the time leaving someone to interrupt this little taste of paradise. A simple knock and you were yelling “JUST A MINUTE”.

Your much loved boyfriend laughed and made eye contact with you once again.

Daehyeon: I’ll leave you to yourself for a few minutes, but I’ll be thinking about you... in the car, during dinner, and every moment inbetween. Can’t wait to have you all by myself by the end of this.

With that he left the room, leaving you shocked and deseperate, craving for more and very excited for what the night had waiting for you.

[unboundtravels]

@brutalage | 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Whooshing and groaning fill the alleyways of an empty street. A wooden police public call box soon begins to appear, fitting within the space and soon landing with a thud. It remains there, its lantern having faded once the landing cycle is complete. Eventually, the doors open and a figure steps out. She wears ‎a black, denim waistcoat that was tightly buttoned over a tan turtleneck, with a large coat that dropped to the thighs hanging on her shoulders. The boots she wore were cut a few inches below the knee, heeled with laces and locks. This woman wasn't abnormally tall or short, her height was rather average. Something she'd stolen during a different escapade. Her wild, unkempt white hair was her most distinguishing feature, aside from her all-black outfit and icy blue eyes, of course.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Good, good, yes." She chuckled mischievously, "I've led them off." She referred to a secondary party as if she was being pursued. "That should keep the so-called heat off my friends, whilst they maintain their side of the operation." She chuckled quietly. "If I were a guessing girl, however... I'd say... I don't have much time..." She hums quietly before chewing lightly on her knuckle. "No! No time indeed. I must flee... Into the city!" She points down the alleyway, "So when my pursuers arrive, they have more difficulty finding me." She begins to storm off. She knows she's a high-priority target, so whoever is chasing her will spend time looking for her... giving her friends more time to sabotage her pursuers whilst they aren't looking.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Eventually, she slides a black Fedora with a white ribbon across her snow-white locks to hide her face, adjusting the jacket that rests over her shoulders as she begins to walk through the foggy city of Victorian London. Her quiet jaunt through the city streets eventually slows to a small cautious halt as she observes something across the street. Scotland Yard? No, perhaps that is too early for this time period? Whoever it is, they're police officers. Her hands grip her lapels quietly and her thumbs brush over her coat's cotton texture quietly before she moves to walk across the street. As soon as she does, she is immediately stopped.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ "Excuse me, miss—" ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ "Hm? What, young man? Oh please don't tell me."

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ She interrupts the officer, speaking quickly, not letting him get a word in, "You're going to stop me from entering this crime scene. What? Because I'm a member of the public, hm?" She cocks an eyebrow, but before the officer can even continue, she gasps in offense. "I bet you didn't even realize that I was a member of your very own police force, hm!? Or at least, I am a consultant! Did they not inform you of my appearance?" She turns her nose to him and huffs in disappointment, and now the officer is awestruck. The Doctor continues, "No. I suppose it isn't your fault. Why would you expect me of all people to be the Marvelous and Fantastic Sherlock Holmes!?" She made an exaggerated wrist spin before her hand returned to her lapel and her posture corrected upward.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ "No, I mean— Well—" ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ "Oh, alright. I suppose I can forgive this little upset."

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ She moved to give him a pat on his shoulder before she just exploded past him and into the crime scene, hands on her lapels as she left the officer in confusion, in passing, she simply shouted outward. "If you simply step aside and allow me to do my job, perhaps I shall not inform your superiors of this utter insult you've administered by preventing me from doing my work for Queen and Country, hm!? Yes, yes, I thought you would. Good lad." She spoke before heading deeper inside and eventually entering the vandalized antique store that had been cordoned off into a crime scene.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏Inside, The Doctor found something truly horrific.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Bodies hollowed out. Splayed across the store shop. Like flattened tires that were eviscerated to an unnecessary degree. If The Doctor wasn't able to manually disable the part of her brain that would cause her to lean over and hurl, she would. However, she remains poised and focused, more observant of the why and how. She almost completely forgets her primary reason for even being in London when she finds something worth investigating. She observes, noticing that what has been cleared out of these bodies was something precisely sought after. She dares not to touch anything for fear of contaminating the crime scene, so she's limited on what she can surmise.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ "Methodical. Yes. This was very methodical indeed..." She stands, exposing herself as a creature of habit when her hands return to her lapel. She is able to immediately observe that a struggle has taken place to some degree. Someone came in, with the intention to be aggressive, and murdered these people in cold blood. Then, they emptied out the bodies. They needed a resource from them. They were careful in taking exactly what it was they needed and barely leaving a hair behind to follow them. Yes... Yes... There is indeed a killer loose in London. "But not the one I think, hmm..? No, no. Jack The Ripper, this is not. But not a copycat either... Eh?" Something is wrong here. None of these deaths match up with the historical records in her mind.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Although she does notice a pattern. Only some of these bodies were hollowed out. It is a strange pattern. The victim and some of the children, while some of the store owners and even their spouse is untouched. It indicates to The Doctor, at the very least, that there is some connection. Familial perhaps? Targeted? Deliberate? This could be a lead. One she will need to capitalize on. Immediately!

‏‏She must figure out if this victim has any relatives within the city!

[invisibleraven]

Sommes-nous les jouets du destin

Wriitten for the Year of the OTP challenge prompt: Soulmate AU

On AO3!

Come on y'all, you knew this was the prompt I would choose this month.

Soulmates is my favouritetrope of all time, and even though I've written it a fair few times, I will never get sick of it. Hope you enjoy this one, it was a fun one to write!

“One large latte for Melinda Gale!” 

A man approached her, a hopeful look on his face. “Melinda Francis?” 

“Melinda Abigail, sorry love,” she replied, patting his shoulder in sympathy. “You’ll find her, I’m sure.” 

He glanced down at the deep black mark across her wrist. “You too.” 

From his table, Reggie scoffed “Soulmates.” 

“I think it’s sweet,” Julie said as she sipped her Frappuccino. “Hope springs eternal and all that. Just because you don’t believe in it…” 

Reggie turned his head away, not wanting to have this argument again. Because on the outside, he rallied for the Free Choice Movement- saying that we should all be allowed to pick our own mates. Not let our romantic lives be dictated by a string of letters on our wrists. 

But the reality was, Reggie would love��to have a soulmate. To know with certainty that there was someone out there for him, that would love him no matter what. But there wasn’t.

Because Reggie was a Blank. 

His parents were unsurprised, saying he was always such a disappointment, why not in this area too? Perhaps he deserved to go on being a Blank, since he had made them so miserable. Reggie was never sure what to believe with them, not even sure they were mates, as they kept their marks religiously hidden. Finally he got out of that house, leaving their hatred and abuse behind. But the sting of their words never truly left. 

And no matter how he rubbed his skin raw, or searched every inch of himself, because not everyone had their mark on their wrist, no hopes or prayers or waiting granted him a soulmark. 

Thus Reggie joined the Free Choicers, so at least then there would be a chance he wouldn’t end up alone. And he stayed even as others left, mainly after they found their own soulmates, perhaps to get his lonely heart to give up on the idea of Julie Molina. 

He and Julie had met at the library of all places. She was looking for a book for her thesis on contemporary music composers, Reggie was just looking for something to read while on his break, as working there gave him a discount on tuition, allowing him to actually finish his Photography degree when his loans ran out. Their fingers brushed, and that was it for Reggie. Julie had laughed, her nose scrunching, the gap in her smile showing, and he was a goner. 

“Hi, I’m Reggie,” he said, giving her his signature crooked grin.

“Reggie?” she said, her eyes lighting up a little. 

“Yeah, my mom was a big Elton John fan,” he admitted. “So Reginald Eugene Peters it was.” 

“I’m Julie Molina! Well it’s actually Julianna, but everyone calls me Julie,” she said, animated and Reggie grinned. 

“Nice to meet you Julie.” 

Her face fell a little. “My name doesn’t mean anything to you does it?” she asked.

“It’s a very nice name?” 

She sighed, almost dejected, and Reggie couldn’t bear the sad look on her face or to have her walk away. “Way better than Reginald.” Which at least succeeded in making her laugh once more. 

He had offered to let her have the book, but she had shyly suggested they share, and so they had, sitting so close their legs would brush, that Reggie could feel the heat of her body, smell the sweet coffee drink she had before coming in. He could see her wrists were bare, but she was also wearing a turtleneck, in May. In LA. So he kind of figured that her mark was somewhere on her torso. 

He never asked of course, because it would crush him to have her show it to him, some other guy’s name. Some guy who was destined to win Julie the second she heard his name, and that would be it. 

She didn’t ask about his soulmark either, especially after she saw his Free Choice patch that lived on his bookbag. Even asked him about it, even if she was 100% on the soulmates train. 

Which honestly made it kind of worse, because if she was okay with it, he’d gladly sweep her off her feet, soulmate be damned. He explained his beliefs, and while Julie didn’t agree with those views, she respected them, and they usually left soulmates stuff alone and had a good-nay, great friendship despite it. 

Which brought them back to the coffee shop and the almost pairing that had happened in front of them. “I just think it’s asinine, letting your future be dictated by a birthmark,” he said. 

“Do you ever think about how wonderful it is that we all have someone out there who will love us?” Julie countered. “Your perfect someone made for you and only you?” 

“Without knowing you?” Reggie retorted. “Sure you might have an initial attraction, but just learning their name should not equal being in love. I’d rather be with someone who I know, who loves me because they know me, and I know them, regardless of what our marks may or may not say.” 

“But what about your actual soulmates?” Julie asked “Isn’t it cruel to them?” 

Reggie shrugged. “Is it fair to end something you’ve built with someone just because someone else might be your perfect mate due to some scribbles?” 

Julie shook her head. “I will never get you. Soulmates are made for each other, they’re never wrong. But I’m tired of arguing and I have a class to get to.” 

“Movie night Friday?” Reggie asked. This was usually how their rare fights regarding soulmates always ended. With them leaving it and making plans to see each other again. It might seem strange, but they made it work. 

“Of course,” Julie replied. “We can even watch an action flick.” 

“Sweet,” Reggie said, waving her off. Watching her walk away and knowing no matter what he said, she was taking his heart with him. 

~

Friday night Reggie was digging through his shirts trying to find one to wear to Julie’s place. The sniff test was failing him though, and he made a mental note to make sure to do laundry later. 

“Reg-a-roo!” Luke yelled as he entered their shared space. “You home?”

“Not for long!”

“Oh yeah, it’s date night,” Luke said, leaning against the doorframe. 

“It’s not a date,” Reggie grumbled. 

“You keep telling yourself that bud,” Luke said with a grin. “I know I don’t spend my Friday nights watching movies with someone I’m not dating. Buy them special presents just because. Go with them to weddings, block parties, and get invited to their family holidays.” 

Which were all things that Reggie did for Julie. He had dated a few of his fellow free choice members years ago, but a lot of them left when the leader found their soulmate and abandoned their beliefs, more of them finding their own mate and leaving Reggie as a result. And then he’d met Julie and his dating life ground to a halt as a result. 

Though he had enjoyed the Molina family vacay to a little cabin in the redwoods. He still kept in touch with Ray and Carlos, even if he was positive they thought he was Julie’s soulmate. He hadn’t exactly told them otherwise, but they never asked or said anything definitive. Reggie just enjoyed the feeling of family and belonging, regardless of any falsehood he might be perpetuating. 

Reggie blushed, finally pulling on his favourite plain black tee. “We’re just friends I swear. She’s waiting for her soulmate.” 

Luke hummed. “Pity you’re in love with her then.” Reggie’s head flew up, mouthing gaping open as if to ask how Luke knew. “Dude, I’m hot, not stupid.” 

“Never said you were. Do you think she knows?” 

Luke smirked. “Why don’t you ask her? She might be a bit more flexible than you think. Now get outta here, Bobby’s on his way home and we’re gonna desecrate every surface.” 

“Make sure you sanitise every surface before I get home then,” Reggie said, waving as he took off. 

~

Normally Reggie would head right for Julie’s place, but he ran into Alex in the foyer of the building on his way out for his own date. “Hey Reg, off to Julie’s?” 

“Yup. You off to see Willie?” 

Alex gave a dopey grin which was answer enough. The two of them had an auspicious start, what with Willie mowing Alex down on his skateboard, sending the two of them stumbling onto Hollywood Boulevard. Finding out they were soulmates as they checked each other for injuries, and spending their first date bandaged and smiling. They had been together ever since, though they still had their own spaces, they went back and forth so often, the rest of them were just waiting for the day that they finally decided to move in together. 

“Oh, hey, you remember my friend Nick?” Alex asked. 

“The cute blond with two left feet and unfortunate taste in hats?” Reggie retorted. 

“That’s the one,” Alex chuckled. “He was asking about you during our last study session.” 

“Me?” Reggie asked. “Why?”

“Well he hasn’t met his soulmate yet, and he knows you’re perpetually single and thinks you’re pretty cute,” Alex replied. “Asked me if I thought you’d say yes if he asked you for coffee or something. What should I tell him?” 

Reggie froze at that. Nick was cute, a sweet guy really. Sure it wouldn’t be true love, but they could have a good time together until he met his mate. Plus maybe it was time he got back out there. He knew his feelings for Julie were hopeless, and he was torturing himself waiting for them to disappear on their own. So with a weak smile, he told Alex to give Nick his number, and wished him a good night. 

But for some reason his every step up to Julie’s place felt leadened. Drawing it out, wanting to delay getting to her door when normally he’d take the stairs two at a time, too impatient for the elevator, too anxious to spend time with Julie. He was sure even his knock sounded dull and hollow, but he tried his best to plaster on a smile, for Julie’s sake, lest she catch on and make him confess. 

Julie beamed as she opened the door, ushering him to the couch. “Just in time. The pizza just got here and I made some boozy root beer floats.”

“Sounds delicious.” 

They devoured the food, and settled back to watch whatever movie Julie had picked out, but honestly the pizza tasted like ashes on Reggie’s tongue. The movie was one he really loved, but that made it all the easier to space out. Startling as Julie wormed her way to his side like she always did, her warmth plastered to his side. 

“What’s wrong?” she finally asks, poking him playfully. “You’re all tense and not my comfy pillow.” 

“Why do we even bother putting on a movie if you’re gonna fall asleep on me every time Molina?” Reggie jokes. 

“Not my fault you’re so comfy,” Julie replies with a pout. “But seriously, is something bothering you? You’re not yourself.” 

Reggie knew he couldn’t put it off any longer, so he swallowed audibly. “I ran into Lex on the way in. He-he wanted to set me up on a date.” 

“A date?” Julie repeated, her voice small. 

“Yeah, his buddy Nick is interested,” he shrugs. “Might be a fun time.” 

“No.” 

Reggie looks at Julie then, and she is furious. “No?”

She huffs, then gets up, starts pacing, finally facing him, hands on her hips. “No. Reggie this has gone on long enough. You-You can’t!”

“And why, pray tell, can't I go on this date?”

“Reggie,” she starts, then swipes at her eyes. Oh god, she’s crying. “I know you don’t believe in soulmates, but I’ve been here. So patient, waiting and waiting...”

“For your soulmate?” 

“Stop!” she cries. “Just stop! I’ve been waiting for you, you idiot!” 

Reggie’s heart soars and drops all at once. “But what about your soulmate?” 

“Can we please stop pretending?” she asks, sitting down next to him. He doesn’t understand, and he’s crying now as she clutches his hands, eyes pleading with him. Finally she huffs and pulls her loose shirt to the side, and down. 

And scrawled on her chest, right above her heart are three little words that makes the whole world stop. Reginald Eugene Peters

He reaches out, then stops, not wanting to touch her without permission, but she snatches his hand, lays it over where his name resides. It doesn’t feel any different than the rest of her, but there it is in stark black; his name. 

“Show me yours,” she says. A plea, a prayer, a whisper. 

And then the blood in Reggie’s veins turns to ice. 

“I know you have my name,” Julie says. “And we know each other better than any mates I’ve ever met. So show me yours and we can finally be together.” 

“God Julie,” Reggie sobs. “You thought all this time… I wasn’t making a move because of the Free Choice thing?” 

“Show me,” she says, more like demands, her voice desperate. 

“I can’t,” Reggie weeps. “I never knew Julie. Gosh I feel so stupid, but… Julie, I'm not your soulmate.” 

“You’re lying,” she says, voice shaking. 

“I wish I was,” he says, the world blurry with his tears. “It must be another Reggie Peters. You’re meant to be with him, not me.”

“It has to be you,” she says, reaching for him. 

“It’s not,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m Blank Julie. I never got a mark. I don’t have a soulmate.” 

The room is eerily quiet, the silence feeling like a thousand pounds as it settles on them. Finally, Julie speaks. “What?” 

Reggie sniffles, wiping at his eyes once more. “Why do you think I hate it so much? Why I joined the Free Choice movement? Because I know it doesn’t exist for me! No one will ever... I can’t…” He shook his head then. How had it all gone so wrong so fast? He had hurt Julie from the start, letting her believe that they would be together as soulmates one day. But if he had been honest… maybe she would be with herReggie right now, and he wouldn’t be here with the ruptured smithereens of his own heart. Maybe it was right that he never got a mark, maybe he deserved it, just like his parents always said. 

He looks at Julie, sure the devastation on her face is mirroring his own. “I hope you find your Reggie Peters,” he says honestly. If nothing else he wants Julie to be happy, no matter what it means for him. He grabs his jacket, making for the door. “But he’s not me.” 

He pulls on the jacket as he all but stumbles down the stairs, head throbbing from the crying, his thoughts pounding in his ears. Doesn’t hear Julie thundering down the stairs behind him, not until he’s outside and she calls for him. 

Turns and sees her standing there. Even after crying and running after him in her cozy movie watching clothes, she’s never looked more beautiful. “Reggie, wait. Please, I don’t care about anything else I just want-”

But whatever Julie wanted got cut off as he heard the screech of tires, the blare of a horn. Feels the impact at his side, the overwhelming pain, and then the world goes black.

~

Reggie awakens in the hospital. He’s not sure how he got here, but he supposes he should be grateful he’s here and not on a slab in the basement. Though that thought does little to help the fact that he hurts everywhere. 

He groans at the harsh lights, smacking his dry lips together, looking around and sees Luke sitting in the chair beside him. “Hey,” he croaks out.

“Hey Reg,” Luke replies, the relief washing over him. “Gave us all a good scare there.” 

“What happened?”

“You got hit by a car,” Luke replies, handing him a juice box, letting Reggie drain it dry and pressing the nurse call button for him. 

“At least I’m not dead?” 

“Pretty close call honestly,” Luke says, his head falling back. “I would like to never get that call again thank you very much.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Reggie says wryly. Then he sits up, wincing, but the only thought on his mind comes out. “Julie!” 

“Lie back down!” Luke urges, helping him recline once more. “She’s fine. In the cafeteria getting some coffee. She needed the break honestly. She’s been here the whole time.” 

Reggie barely has time to register that thought when the doctor comes in, offering him a friendly smile. “Well hello Mr. Peters. Nice to see you conscious for a change.” 

“Julie…”

“Julie Molina?” The doctor says. “I just saw her down the hall, I’m sure she’ll join us soon.” 

Reggie breathes a sigh of relief, and tries his best to pay attention to the doctor who is trying to assess his state, and let him know the extent of his injuries. But all he can focus on is Julie and the words left unsaid between them. Plus he can feel every cut, scrape, and bruise on his body, and the braces keeping his leg in place kind of hint at the state of that. 

Apparently he was extremely lucky to still be kicking around, so he’ll take the upcoming surgery and ages of physical therapy he has coming up in kind. He yawns, and knows that even though he justwoke up he could go for another nap. 

Only then an angel appears in the doorway. “You’re awake!” Julie exclaims, looking relieved, rushing to his side, squeezing his hand. Luke smirks and takes his leave, motioning that he’d be back soon enough. 

“Thank goodness you’re okay,” Julie breathes out. 

“You’re not mad at me?” Reggie has to ask. 

“Why on earth would I be mad at you?”

“I left things a mess between us,” Reggie supplies, as if it should be obvious. Keeps replaying it honestly, the heartbreak and distance between them seeming fairly obvious to him. 

“Reggie I am the furthest thing from angry at you,” Julie replies, kissing his knuckles. “You should be mad at me. If I hadn't chased you… you might not have gotten hit.” 

“No apologies needed,” Reggie said. “It wasn’t your fault.” 

“You’re not allowed to scare me like that ever again okay?” she asked with a wet giggle. 

“I can do that,” he promised. Squeezes her hand tighter. “I have to have surgery on my leg.” 

She nods, tucks a curl behind her ear. He reaches out and tugs on it, just to make her smile, which she does. That smile that’s brighter than sunshine, her eyes warm as a fire, and Reggie has never been so enamoured with her as he is right now. 

“I love you.” 

Julie’s eyes widen and Reggie realizes what he just confessed. Of course he meant it, with every fibre of his being, but he never meant to say it! 

“You…” Julie looked hopeful and apprehensive and a thousand other emotions. 

“Love you,” Reggie repeated. In for a penny, in for a pound right?

“Then why did you leave when I told you we were soulmates you goof?” Julie asked, her smile betraying her. 

“I’m not your soulmate Julie,” Reggie said, shaking his head. “I’m no one’s soulmate. I wasn’t lying about being a Blank.” 

“I know,” she replies. “I don’t care.” 

“But Julie, your soulmate…”

“Is you. You; Reginald Eugene Peters. I’ve known your name since I was a child, it’s been written over my heart all my life. Getting me through every hardship and bit of misfortune. And when we met… I knew it was you, even before you introduced yourself. I looked into your eyes and I knew. My world stopped, and then started spinning all the faster.” 

“It was the same for me,” he admits. “But...”

She lays a finger over his lips, stopping any further protest. “I didn’t know then why my name didn’t mean anything to you. It hurt, and even further when I found out about the Free Choice movement. But I figured… if I stayed by your side, you’d get to know me, just like you wanted. Then we could be together, as soulmates, no matter how long it took. I was willing to wait for forever if I had to.” 

“I still don’t have your name on my skin,” Reggie says. 

“And I don’t care,” Julie states. “You love me?”

“More than anything.” 

“I’ve been waiting to hear that for a very long time now,” she says. 

“I know.” 

“I love you too,” she says, finally finally finally. “I love you, and that’s what matters. Every Reggie Peters in the universe could come to me right now and I wouldn’t care. I just want you.” 

“But what happens when you meet him… what happens when you love him more than me?” Reggie asks, a squeak of a sentence. 

Julie laughs. “You’re not hearing me. Youare my soulmate. I choose you. There is no way I could ever love anyone else more. Just trust me on that.” 

“You love me? Even though I’m a Blank?” 

“You’re still you,” Julie said with a shrug. “I love you, get used to it.” 

Reggie barks out a laugh at that, bringing her face in close, cupping her cheek. Adoring how she melts into his touch as their lips brush. “I love you too.” He feels like he could say it a million times for every time he held the words back, and that might still not be enough to make Julie aware of his feelings. So he kisses her instead. 

That kiss made it feel like Reggie’s universe expanded, like a burst of light making every hazy thing clear. He swears he hears the heart monitor pick up as he keeps kissing her, igniting sparks behind his eyelids, better than every dream and fantasy he’d had regarding this moment. Pulls her in closer, fingers tangling in her curls, making him feel alive and vibrant despite his broken and bruised state. 

Finally they pulled back, only far enough to nuzzle noses, eyes twinkling. “I could get used to that,” Julie says breathlessly. “To kissing my soulmate.” 

Reggie isn’t sure that term will ever fully register with him, that the reality of it will ever sink in. All his life he had thought he was destined to be alone, unloved and deserving of that fate. Julie’s love was wonderful but it didn’t wash away a lifetime of those types of thoughts in an instant. He just kept reminding himself that Julie loved him, and that was what mattered. 

~

The day of Reggie’s surgery, he saw all his friends, as they stopped by with flowers and chocolates and stuffed animals galore. He has no idea how the nursing staff hasn’t cottoned on to them violating the two visitors at a time rule or maybe Luke sweet-talked them, it’s a skill he excelled at. 

The big surprise is when Julie’s family comes in; Ray, Carlos, and even tiaVictoria, all of them fussing over him. Victoria has his fridge and freezer stocked so he doesn’t have to worry about food. Ray promises to take him to every appointment that he has, and Carlos has a goodie bag of books and games to keep him occupied until the cast comes off. 

“You don’t have to do all this,” Reggie protests, but secretly he’s preening under the attention, loving the family he never got to have. 

“Of course we do mijo,” Ray says. “You’re Julie’s soulmate. I’ve known that since the moment you two met.” 

Julie blushes, but Reggie loves that she was so confident they would end up together that she told her family right away. 

Alex smirks when he comes in and sees Julie’s hand in his. “So I am gonna tell Nick no to the date then?”

“Yes you will,” Julie says, her voice firm and no nonsense and gosh Reggie just adoresher. She stays with him as they prepare him for surgery, pressing a kiss to his temple before they put him under, promising to be there when he wakes up. 

His vision is going fuzzy as they wheel him to the OR, and the last thing he sees is the x-ray of his broken leg, looking odd. Like there are squiggles all over it. 

~

Reggie wakes up with cottonmouth and a loopy head, but everyone is there smiling at him, so he figures it went well. There’s a heavy cast on his leg, but it’ll be off in a few short weeks, and he can see everyone has already signed it in colourful markers, making it an art piece. 

The doctor tells him he can probably go home tomorrow, and Reggie tells everyone to go home, get some rest, not like he’s going anywhere. Only Julie stays. “I don’t think I could sleep with you here all alone,” she admits. 

“You’re welcome to stay. Then you know I’m right here,” Reggie replies. Lets her crawl into the bed with him, curled up opposite to his injured leg, head resting on his heart. 

“See, already a great soulmate,” she mumbles. “Knows exactly what I need.” 

Reggie grinned and kissed the crown of her head, letting sleep take him after that. His dreams are weird, full of twisting letters, but when he wakes up, Julie is still asleep in his arms, and that makes every nightmare worth it. 

“How are we feeling this morning?” the doctor asks, only smiling at seeing Julie curled around him when she comes in. 

“Never better.” Julie snuggles in further, smiling in her sleep, and Reggie looks at her fondly. 

“She certainly does love you.”

“Yeah, she does. Luckiest guy in the world because of it,” Reggie replies. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” the doctor says, perching on the end of the bed “How did you find her name?” Reggie gives the doctor a confused look, so she continues on. “I’ve never seen such a unique mark. I would love to write a paper on it if you’d let me.” 

Reggie only saw Julie’s mark once, on that fateful day, so he’s not sure how unique it is. He knows he wants to study it, but probably not in the same way the doctor intends to. “She showed it to me?”

The doctor gives a kind smile. “No, not Julie’s mark. Yours.” 

Now Reggie was really confused. Maybe he was still loopy from the meds? “I don’t…”

“How did you even find Julie’s name on you?” The doctor asks. “I’ve never seen a mark like it.”

“I don’t have a mark,” Reggie stated. “I’m a Blank. I’m sure that’s in my files somewhere.” 

Now the doctor seemed confused. “I did see that, but those records haven’t been updated since you were a child. I was wondering how you found it since then… Oh. You don’t know.” 

“Know what?” Reggie asks. He could feel his heart racing, his head pounding, and nothing was making sense. What was going on? 

“Julie Molina,” the doctor said. “I knew her name before anyone told me.” 

At this Julie finally awoke, stretching and yawning and looking down right adorable despite her sleep rumbled state. She greeted Reggie with a soft smile and a tiny peck to the cheek. “Hey, howya feeling?”

“Really really confused.” 

Julie sat up at that, and saw the doctor, her whole countenance growing serious. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

The doctor held up a finger. “Wait, just one moment, I’ll be right back.” She returned almost a breath later, and handed him a photo. “This is a copy of your x-ray.” 

Reggie looked at it, first only seeing the break, and yikes, it was bad. No wonder he needed surgery. But then… there, along the unbroken part of his leg were letters in a dark loopy script.

Julianna Maria Rosita Molina

“Oh. My. God,” Reggie said, shaking like a leaf as he struggled to comprehend what he held in his hands, then let Julie look. 

“Dios mio.” 

“I don’t understand,” Reggie said, but there were tears escaping his eyes once more, and he was smiling. 

Julie grabbed his hand in hers, her grin even brighter. “Yes you do.” 

Reggie looked at the photo once more. Julie’s name was there, written on his very bones. 

Oh. Oh.

“I knew it!” Julie crowed, kissing all over Reggie’s face. 

Reggie was struck dumb, and all he could do was say “I have your name on me.” 

“I didn’t care if you did or not,” Julie replies. “We were soulmates regardless. But this just cements the point.” 

“Julie Molina,” Reggie whispers, like he’s saying it for the first time, treasuring every syllable on his tongue. “Julianna Maria Rosita Molina. I have a soulmate.” 

“Told you so,” Julie whispers, bringing him in for a fleeting kiss. “I love you.” 

“I love you too. Soulmate.” 

~

It was a long road to recovery for Reggie, between the cast and therapy; both on his leg and on his mind after years of thinking he could never find love and happiness. But Dr. Butler had helped him so much, making sure he knew that his soulmark didn’t define his worth. 

Plus Julie had been there every step of the way. 

Now they were lounging on Reggie’s bed, sharing a book, though Reggie was admittedly distracted. Julie was ethereal, glowing in the soft afternoon light. It didn’t hurt that he could see his name on her skin, now a bright purple colour. He leaned in and kissed her, the book falling to the bed. 

“Where did that come from?” Julie asked with a laugh when he pulled back.

“Can’t help myself when it comes to my beautiful soulmate sometimes,” he said with a chuckle. 

Julie purred, crooking her finger at him and giggling when he pressed her to the bed. Their clothing quickly joined their book on the floor, and Reggie took great pleasure in kissing every inch of Julie. 

Especially her soulmark. 

And she did the same to him, lingering on his now healed leg, and the fresh red ink there, showcasing her name, right where it lay under the skin. “I love this, have I mentioned that?”

“Only every day since I got it,” Reggie replied bemusedly. 

“Well I do.”

“So you didn’t care if I had your mark but the tatt does it for you?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. 

“I told you I don’t care, and I meant it. Just seeing my name there…” she shivered. 

“I know what you mean,” he said, laying another plush kiss to her mark, and after that all words were lost. From then on they let their bodies, and their hearts speak for them, coming together in perfect unison. 

And Reggie was never so thankful that he had been wrong about soulmates.

[hettiesworld]

Name of fic: She’s a Fire

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x female OC (Heather)

Plot summary: After meeting Heather in Canada, Jeremy hasn’t forgot about her at all. So he decides to visit her in London in the most unexpected place; an open mic.

Word count: 3.5k words.

Warnings: Fluff, language, finally smut!

Author’s note: I decided to do a sequel to “Every Woman” after realising I didn’t do any smut at the end, of course didn’t intend for it to end that way. Unlike the other fic, this will be in Jeremy’s point of view.

Prompts:

“Spread your legs for daddy, okay?”

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter. Don’t push your luck.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that again. Fuck that’s hot.”

Fic inspired by: She’s a Fire by Jeremy Renner.

Jeremy’s POV

After sending Heather that message, I carried on filming season 2 of Mayor of Kingstown. She was still on my mind though.

It was late November and filming had just ended. So I headed back home to Tahoe.  People think I forget others after I meet them . That’s not true at all. That’s the same with Heather.

The karaoke bar… her singing.

And that kiss.

I missed those lips. Those soft and delicate lips.

‘That’s it.’ I thought to myself as I stood up from the chair I was sitting in. ‘I’m going to visit her in London. She doesn’t need to know right?’

That’s how I am currently on a plane to London. To go and see her.

I arrived at Heathrow airport, wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses; the typical celebrity disguise which doesn’t really work nowadays. I didn’t know where she was staying at all. I thought it was too early in the relationship for that.

Was it a relationship though? I don’t know, to be honest. My mama thought so. Yes. I told my mama about Heather.

It was about 7-8pm once I got into the city center and I had no accommodation like at all. I was planning to stay at Heather’s once I found her in this big city.

I finally stumbled into a bar which was doing an open mic night. It was a Saturday night, so it was expected for at least one bar in London to host one. It was different to ours in America as they were singing covers, as well as original songs.

As I made my way through the small crowd, with a backpack filled with my stuff, I heard applause as I saw the familiar sight of black curly hair going onto the stage.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Heather?” I would mumble to myself as the very same woman I first saw at that coffee shop in Toronto.

I didn’t hear what she said through the microphone as my thoughts were muffling every word. But then I heard the familiar chords of one of my songs, Main Attraction, being playing on the piano by Heather surprisingly.

Every time I take a ride

I feel alive with nowhere to go

I'm a queen of the road

You're the king of my throne

Riding high day and night

Satisfied wherever we roam

You're the star of the show

You shimmer like gold

Was it just me or did she sound much better than last time? I remember her singing voice like it was yesterday as she was singing a Harry Styles song.

And now it was one of my songs.

This made me want her even more.

A scatter of applause was heard as Heather finished her performance, well you could hear my clapping throughout the small amount of time.

That’s when she saw my face again.

“Jeremy?”

I smile and waved at her from the bar. The crowd was the only thing inbetween me and Heather.

“Hey” is all I could muster to say as I took in her big brown eyes.

And those lips. Those soft, delicate lips.

She walked off stage towards me and all my eyes could see was the outfit she was wearing. She wore a black long-sleeved turtleneck with one of the shoulders cut off. She also wore a glittery purple skirt and matching heels.

“Hey Jeremy. What are you doing here?” She asked me with her hands on her hips.

“I decided to come and surprise you. But I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Well a lot has changed since I last saw you.”

We both went to the bar and I ordered myself a whiskey whilst Heather got a non-alcoholic drink that wouldn’t get her drunk.

“So how have you been darling? You still doing your writing?” I asked her, sitting on the stool nearby.

“Yeah but I decided to go on a different career path.” I saw her smile and blush slightly.

“Wait really? What are you doing as a career then?”

“Well isn’t the open mic nights not obvious enough for you?”

I just chuckled to myself.

“So singing is the way to go for you now?” I sipped my whiskey as I stared at her.

“Well… it’s getting there but it feels like it’s not going anywhere.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Don’t worry. I can help you with that.”

“How can you do that?”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well it will start with a duet and then you will meet my friend Eric, who can easily set you up with recording an album.” I explained.

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course! I’m not going to waste a good singing voice like yours.”

She blushed as I smiled at her. She had a good voice and I knew that.

“So, do you have anywhere to stay? Or…” She asked me.

“Umm… no. I didn’t really think of that, to be honest. I was thinking of booking a hotel whilst I was here –”

All I saw was Heather shaking her head.

“No. Most of the hotels and B&Bs are quite full on the weekends. I don’t want you to fuss about it. You can stay at mine.” She suggested.

“Are you sure about that? I don’t want to be a bother –”

“Of course. Consider it as my own gratitude for helping me out.” She chuckled softly.

“Okay then…” I chuckled back.

Heather’s place was quite small, just like most London apartments, just outside of the city center. It was quaint and rustic with most of the walls showing natural bricks, instead of covering it up with drywall.

As she closed the door behind her, she out her pink woolly coat on the hanger in the hallway. I also put my coat next to hers naturally. She took her phone out of her coat pocket and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

“I’ll take the sofa, you can take the bed. You are my guest after all.” Heather said, as if it was a force of habit whenever she had anyone around. 

I watched her take a blanket and some spare pillows out of the cupboard where the furnace was. She placed them on the couch and then she sat down, taking off her heels.

All I could do was put my hands in my jean pockets.

“You don’t have to take the couch. We can always share the bed, we are grown adults right?”

Heather raised an eyebrow at my suggestion. What, did I offend her or something, I thought to myself as I stared at her.

“What?” I exclaimed as I gave her a look.

“Are you forgetting that I have a literal crush on you?! I know we kissed, and I’m still shocked about that by the way, but you’re literally my celebrity crush? My hall pass?”

My face went from surprise to a smirk in seconds. The look on her face was confusion as she saw me smirking.

“And?” I just shrugged my shoulders, not bothered by that admission one bit.

“Well… we’re not going to do anything, right?”

“Just sleep. That’s all darling.” I assured her, even though my dick was definitely thinking something else.

“Really? That would say something different.” She pointed down there and I instantly felt red.

“Shit.” I muttered to myself as I cleared his throat.

Heather laughed out loud.

“By the way, that message you sent me before I felt for London back in Toronto… what was that last line, eh? What did that mean?”

“Well, it’s what it says on the tin.” I shrugged my shoulders.

Heather just shook her head.

“I could ask you the same thing actually.” I cleared my throat, remembering the exact words she said to me.

“Oh yeah?”

“What did you mean by ‘reality is even better than my dreams’?” I smirked at her.

“And I said, ‘it’s nothing you need to know about’. So there’s nothing for you to know.” She smirked back at me, ever so slightly blushing red.

All I did was sigh, not even bothering to hide the tent in my pants. I watched her make her way towards the kitchen, so I followed her. I saw the way she was leaning on the kitchen counter, her back towards me, after taking a can of some sort of soft drink from the fridge.

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, mama.” I burst out as I was checking her ass out. She then turned around to face me, after putting her open can beside her. 

She smiled at me as she raised an eyebrow.

“Alexa, play Bailamos by Enrique Iglesias.” As I heard the AI talk back, I heard the sound of guitars from the song being played. She then swung her hips to the music, putting her arms above her head.

I hadn’t saw her like this. Not even when I first met her. She was quite shy and quiet, but now she was outgoing and more comfortable around me now, despite her clearly stating I was her celebrity crush, which I already knew from first meeting her in Toronto.

My eyes couldn’t stir away from the movement of her hips and her singing voice as she began to sing. It felt like she was singing about me, even though she didn’t write the song.

I just chuckled as I just watched her. I couldn’t really dance with her because of the obvious tent in my pants, but I just watched.

And she was so mesmerizing.

 “I know what you’re doing Heather.” I said to her. “Don’t push your luck.”

“What am I doing exactly? Tell me Jeremy.” She said back.

My hands were around her waist this time as I went over to her. My face were so close to hers. I saw her face go red as a tomato and I was confused why she was so red.

“Umm… I can feel your dick.” She cleared her throat.

I smirked and chuckled, my breath was against her ear, as I leaned my face towards it.

“Are you going to fuck me over the kitchen counter, like you promised?” Heather said innocently.

“You really want that, huh?” I wondered.

“Mh-hm.” She replied, humming and nodding her head.

I smiled at her before kissing the base of her neck. I heard her gasp as I placed soft kisses with my lips. I then heard her moan softly as I placed my right hand on her ass. 

“You make such pretty sounds, mama.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile at the nickname.

“I wouldn't mind if you grabbed me by the neck." I heard her say. I just raised an eyebrow, which she didn’t really see.

“You have a choking kink?” I asked her.

“It’s not really on my list, but I know it’s on yours.”

“What? I don’t think I do.”

“Come on, your Flaunt Magazine photoshoot says otherwise.”

I let go of her and put my hands on my own waist. 

“Okay then. Show me proof mama.”

She went over to her coffee table and picked up her phone. She came back and turned it on. Of course she had me as her lockscreen. I watched her go on a certain app that was on her phone. Not TikTok – even though I knew she was on there and I followed her back – but Tumblr. 

The kinky bitch.

I knew she wasn’t as innocent as she looked. She was a fan of mine. None of my fans are as vanilla as they first turn out to be.

Anyways, I saw the most recent post she liked on her profile, dedicated to me of course, and it was a gifset of myself doing the Flaunt Magazine photoshoot.

“That doesn’t prove anything.” I uttered out.

“Oh really? Then why are you touching your neck in most of these?”

“It’s what models do!”

She gave me a look.

“There is no way anyone is that innocent.” I decided to change the subject.

“What?” She bleated out.

“Come on Heather. You write fanfiction about me and my characters all the time. Better yet, you make POVs and edits of the exact same thing on your TikTok!”

“That’s because I wasn’t thinking you were actually going to follow me, or even see them!”

“Were you like, embarrassed about them or something?” I asked her.

“Maybe…”

I then saw the realisation in her eyes and I knew exactly what it was about.

“Hang on… how do you know I write fanfictions? Did you like search them up on Google?” She sputtered out.

“Well when you said you were an author, I had to look up some of your work. And that’s when I realised you were a fanfic writer.”

“So you searched on Tumblr and AO3 for my works? Why?”

I could tell she was embarrassed as she was struggling to speak, stuttering every word.

“Because I was curious. And it was quite good, to be honest. Despite them being about me. Now I know where you learned these kinks and foul language.”

I went over to her again as my hands slowly went around her waist again as I slowly leaned in. I saw her blush.

“I don’t normally swear –”

“Well I like it. Do it.”

All I heard was her laughter as she softly swore.

“Say it again, but louder so I can hear you.”

“...fuck.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that again. Fuck that’s hot.”

I grabbed her face softly with both of my hands, like I did in that karaoke bar. My lips collided with hers. Her lips were quite soft and delicate against mine. And I wasn’t intending to let go until I ran out of breath.

I felt her hands grab my waist as I continued to kiss her.

My hands began to travel down her body; one of them resting on the back of her head and the other going underneath her skirt. That was my left hand on her bare legs. She wasn’t wearing any tights or leggings. As my hand moved up her leg, I felt no fabric of any sort as I got to her clit.

“I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you might want to know.” She said, pulling away just to say that.

“I can tell.” 

“I took them off whilst I was taking my boots off.”

“Fuck Heather...”

I groaned as I put one finger in her. Then two.

“Your fingers feel so good…” She moaned.

“Why are you so tight? This your first time?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“You don’t have to be so shy around me, you know?”

“I know.”

"Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking. Don’t worry, your first time will be either as fast or as slow as you want it to be, okay?” I reassured her. “I am quite experienced in this.”

“Mh-hm. I can tell.”

I laughed as she used the line I said earlier.

The tent in my pants was growing bigger and she noticed it.

“Do you need any help with that?” She teased, still moaning as I had my fingers in her. I felt her fingers dig into the edge of my jeans as she noticed me straining, trying not to moan.

“What do you think?”

“Hang on then…”

She then took off her turtleneck shirt, leaving her in a purple bra. Thank God it was one of those ones that attached from the front. And it was strapless.

Fuck me.

“Don’t want my top to get dirty, do we?”

I just shook my head as I removed my fingers from her clit and kept my eyes on her as she kneeled down. I moved backwards a bit so I could lean my hands against the dining table. She moved forward and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down to expose me in my boxers. My erection was easier for her to see.

If she was giving me a blowjob and this is her first time, how the hell did she know how to do it?

She then hesitated for a moment. This was kinda a big moment for her. 

I bet the only time she thought about it was when she was reading smut about either me or Clint Barton on AO3 and Tumblr.

And now she was going to see it for real.

She then slowly pulled my boxers down and my dick sprang out. Her eyes widen with shock.

“Oh my… Wow.  It’s… big.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now, this dick isn’t gonna suck itself. I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped it.”

She nodded and got to work, sucking the tip of my dick. I threw my head back and opening my mouth, moaning and groaning at how skilled she was at this.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

She didn’t reply as she swirled her tongue around the tip. That made me shudder.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart. Take it all in.”

And she did.

I put my left hand in her curly hair, grabbing it with all my might. Hopefully she didn’t mind me pulling her hair so tightly. It just felt so good.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum.”

“Don’t come yet.” I felt her lips let go of me as I saw her get up from her kneeled down position. “I want to sit on you.”

“Okay then… you good with protection?”

She nodded. “Yep. I can’t get pregnant, I had the operation, if that’s alright?”

“Of course. Now spread your legs for daddy, okay?”

I pushed her towards the counter and straddled her from behind. I ripped her skirt off and she didn’t mind that. I pressed my dick against her ass. I then entered her, thrusting deeper and harder.

“You take me so well.” I whispered in her ear as I heard the musical moans coming out of her mouth. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

She moaned louder as I thrusted even more.

“Faster Jeremy…” I heard her say.

“Hmm.. I love it when you moan my name baby.”

I accepted her demand as I went faster. I saw out of the corner of my eye, her bra detaching itself. I knew she didn’t do it herself as her hands were on the counter. I saw the strapless bra fall from her breasts down onto the ground. And that’s when I realised that she was basically naked in front of me.

“I’m gonna take off my shirt now, okay? You can turn around and we can continue this. You can hold onto me or even help me take this off, if you want.”

She nodded. So, I exited her and watched her turn around. She then put her hands on the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it up. I watched her as she was in awe of my amazingly toned body. I had obviously been working out, despite the Hawkeye series being out already.

“You like what you see?” I asked her.

“Mh-hm.” She hummed in acknowledgement. “Of course I do. I’ve always have.” She added.

“You ready for me again sweetheart?”

She nodded, and that’s when I decided to tease her.

“Use your words mama.”

“Yes daddy.”

I chuckled deeply as I entered her again.

“That feels good baby…”

“I’m nearly there Jeremy-”

“You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

I thrusted some more as I felt myself getting so tight.

“Good girl… Just like that. Okay baby, cum for me.”

And we both released, just like that.

I exited for her one last time and collapsed against the dining table.

“What the fuck, that was amazing.” I exhaled as I stared at Heather.

“Now I’m tired…”

“Don’t sleep on the couch. Sleep with me in your own bed.”

“Okay.”

We both made it to her bed, which was a king-sized bed, big enough for the both of us. We both lied down, looking up towards the ceiling.

Heather then turned towards me.

“When I wake up, you’ll still be here, right?” She said to me.

“Of course I will. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Cause it feels like a dream right now. Or like I’m in a fanfiction right now.”

I turned to face her, smiling slightly as I touched her face. 

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